The evening world. Newspaper, June 19, 1915, Page 11

GARR fi ut I i i! Hi giz i ii it i SE tf fe. re | Ht { iH Hy I i ete i i F j Z° I ipl i fm if CHAPTER XVI. ee of ss might, he had repaired ¢o Swan's Temperance Hotel in the Strand, where hie luggage was, told his tale to the landlady, received her commis- erations, and gone to bed. Next morning, at ten o'clock, he ap- peared at the office of Mr, Lewis in } Creven Street. 2 “Is Mr. Lewis in?’ asked Giveen, “Whet name, please?” esked the z tell him « gentleman from Irdand wants to sce him,” replied Giveen, “Tell him it's on important ‘bueineés: about Mr, French. He'll A moment later by found himself inner office, before @ desk et which en elderly gentleman gray whiskers was opening his “1 Gid not” eafd Lewis “My agent ) Jn Dublin moved in the matter.” { “well, eure, it’s all one and the same { thing. Frenoh has skedaddled. H ‘taken his horees away, and you don't know his address, Come, now, isn't that the truth?” “Tes it ia By any chance, do you know bis address?" do, “Then,” eaid Mr. Lewis, "I must sek vou for it.” “Ob, must you, faith? And how are you to make me tell you? See here, now—<@ bargain is a bargain, and I'll pel! you tt for a fiver.” Half an hour later he left the office of Mr, Lewis with the promise of a Hive-pound note should his informa- tion prove correct and the satisfac- ) tion of having revenged himself on bis kinsman. ‘fe turned into O'Shee’s in the Strand. Though he only drank ginger Beer and soda water, he frequented O’Bhee’s, finding there compatriots ‘Whom he could bore with his conver- @ation. ‘Me had arranged to return to Ire- Jand on the 16th, and on the 14th, the might before the City and Suburban, ‘wandering into O’shee’s, he fell into conversation with an affable gentle- man adorned with rings, whose name, Biven'in tte first few moments of con- ‘yersation, was Paddy Welsh. = 80 you're off to the Ould Counthry on Thursday,” said Mr. Welsh. “And what are you doin’ to-morrow?” “Nothing,” gaid Mr. Giveon, “Well, then,” said Mr. Welsh, “you're just the bhoy afther me own heart, and I'll give you a thrate you'll remimber to your dyin’ day.” “And what's that?" asked the other. “T'll take you down to the City and Suburban wid me, and give you a dinner and do you fine, Whisht, now, and don’t be tellin’ any one! Do you know what me thrade is? Well, I'm a ogkmaker, You'll see me make, maybe, two hundred pounds to-mor- wow. I'm not wan of tho big bookies; ty Fo yeet dale wid the ordinary men; » ha’ft-crowns and five sbillin’s is what IT mostly take. Whisht, now, and lts- ten to mo, and I'll tell you what you can do, Faith, it's an idea that has Yuet struck me, Would you like to | aarn ® ten pound note?” » “Badth, wouldn't 1?” | “Well, you can come down and act J as mo friend. Now, listen to me. We'll take our stand, meself on a tui arid you beside me. I'll take the bets, end you'll see the five shillin’s and be’ff-crowns pourin' in; then, | hen the race ts begun, I'll lave you to mind the tub while I run round to mee the clerk of the course.” “And what will you want to see q him fort’ “Whisht, now," said Mr, Welsh, “and@.I'll tell you. But you must swear never to split.” h, you may be easy on that.” mult he and me is hand in glove. He lets me into all the saycrits, and 3 give bins’Ba'f profits on the wia- 0 ie tO pang nang nti tenet glen pmo nae net nin'a I'll tell him how me. bete ile, d'you gee? And afther the race, when the jockeys come to be weighed in, he'll kibosh the weights so that the horee that wins will be disqualified, if it multe me book. You tould me you knew nothin’ of racin’s zt get “There's nothing against the in all that, fs there? asked the tious Mr. Gtveen. “Law! Of course, there's you and me. If the clerk of chooses to earn an honest pet doin’ what he chooses, it's out; no one can touch him the Jockey Club, and they Say @ word, for they're all in it. man alive, what's the Jockey for but to jockey the pubite thelr money? Afther every big they hold @ meetin’ and divide the profits; as much as a hundred thou- sand sometimes ts split up between them, the blackguards! Where aia you say you was stayin’? Shepherd's Temp'rance Hotel? Well, I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll pay the thrain, for you needn't bother @ bit about money when you are along with me." “Right,” said Mr. Giveen, ee CHAPTER XVII. T HE City and Suburban morn. g z Ha riei 298 ing broke fine; one of th April mornings fresh pre sweet as spring herself, Mr, French, staying with Major Lawson at Badminton House, just outside Epsom, hed awakened trom @ night of dreams, feeling pretty much as a man may be supposed to feel who expects the hangman ee an bers rented Visitor, 'e awoke from sleep with the dead certainty of faiture upon him, Months apd months of anxiety had passed, obstacle after obstacie had been over- ome. The Jast obstacle wag now before him—the race. That, he felt, wes insurmountable, and for no special reason. Garryowen had ar- rived eafe at Lawson's stables, th horse was in the pink of condition: Andy was fit and well; the favorite had been seratched two days before; several good horses had been scratched; the betting list had al- tered considerably gince we re- ferred to it ast, and Wheel of Fortune was now favorite, White Moth second, These new conditions were not unfavorable to the Irish horse; all the same, the sense of coming disaster weighed on French, Before breakfast he visited the stables with Lawson, who had noth- ing running in the race, and who was therefore free to admire with an un- jaundiced eye the exoellencies of Garryowen. Andy had been taken over the course the day before, and had studied ite pecularitics, receiv- ing wage advice from Leweon and his master, all of which he listened to with an appearance of respect, but which was scarcely of much profi to him, as his keen eye and judgment could give him, unaided, the ins and out of any racing track better than the oldest user and frequenter of it. After breakfast Mr, French went out to smoke a cigar and think things over, Lawson seeing the nervousness and agitation of his friend had prom- ised to look after everything and act @s second in this duel with Fortune, The Downs even now showed an animated appearance, A few hours more and the great race trains would pour their thousands upon thousands to swell the throng, Gypsies and tramps, pickpockets, all sorte of un- desirables had camped on the Downs or tramped from London. Cocoanut- shies were going up, costers' barrows arriving, and gingerbeer stalls ma- terializing themselves, Just outside the house Mr, French met Moriarty. “The horse is all right, Moriarty?” asked French, “Yes, sorr; might as rain and fresh as paint, You needn't be unaisy, sorr, Barrin’ the visitation of heaven, he'll win." “If Garryowen wing,” said French, “I'll win sixty-five thousand pounds, and if he doesn't, begad, I'm beg- gared.” “He's nothin’ to fear, sorr, but Wheel of Fortune,” said Morlarty, “I've been lookin’ and listenin’ and talkin’ ever since I came down, and {t's my opinion there's nothin’ here to give its heels to Garryowen, and if you'll let me give you a bit of advice, eorr, it's this: Go for a walk and don't bother your head about the matther, Major Lawson 1s lookin’ afther everythin’, and me and Andy will pull everythin’ through,” “I know, I know,” said French. “You'll do everything you can. Well, 0 use worrying. Vl do what He took Moriarty’s horny hand and shook it. Then, turning, he walked off over the Downs. . 8 ee e© @ Tt waa twenty minutes or eo before the race. A hundred thousand peo- ple lined the course and filled the air with the hum of a British crowd on @ race day, which is different from the sound emitted by any other crowd on earth. ab Mr, wrench. whee nervous agita- 0. w ‘was enter: ing the “paddocs "wi iy touched his arm. It was Bobby Dash- “Hullo!” said did you arrive “Last train,” sald Mr. Dashwood. “I aay, it's all right. I paid that chap’ and lugged him back to The Mi tens, and he’s there now, as peac: able as pie, waiting for the horse to come back.’ 14, Heavens, Dashwood,” sald French, ‘inside this hour I'll be either a rich man or broke to the world, and I feel just as cool as if I hadn't a penny on the race, Funny, that, isn't it?” “Not a@ bit,” said Bobby. ‘T always feel that if when it comes to the ecrato! Jove, there's Gar- Fyowen, and isn’t he looking fit!” “Don't let us go near him,” said French. “We've got him here, but I feel if J go near him my bad luck may stick on him, Come into the French. “Good! When ym: the way to the ring, fol- Dashwood, Lawson was “It's twenty- to one against Garryowen now, he. “They've anitfed him, and, I woulda't wonder if he started one. You can't grumble, you're baving a run for @ixty-five to one you got on at. I've just put hundred on at twenty-five, so ven, Now I'm go- ing to have « word with your trainer. this to me and him, and stick here; but don't put any on, you mustn't pull down your five Right,” eaid French, and Lawson bah’ ba se “I haven't any aver: down,” said M bod to pull wood. “Haven't jut I captured twenty ‘day, and here goes." ed Sam Collins, a book maker beknown to him, and, lo and behold! Garryowen's price was now fifteen to one, and at that he put his twenty pounds on, “Three hundred will be useful,” eald Mr, Dashwood. “Gad, I wish I'd been here sooner, and L might have got on at twenty-five to one. How- ever, there's no: use in grui Look! there's the numbers rae cer French watched the numbera go- ing up. ixteen runners,” said Dashwood. te ¥, ay," replied Frenoh, "Sixteen “Garryowen is No, 7," ald Dash- wood. “Look!” said French, The horses were leaving the pad- dock, Wheel of Fortune was first out a bad omen, according to racing men; after Wheel of Fortune came White Moth, Royal George, Satiety and Garryowen, They were @ beauti- Raper fm the bright April sun- “It's Wheel or Fortune or Garry- owen," eaid Dashwood, who was half mad with excitement. "French, I'd put my last penny on Garryowen, but the Wheel's a wonder. Ain't they beauties, the pair o' them! rest look like dowagers!” French contemplated his horse as it galloped up the course, following Wheel of Fortune. He could not but admire the favorite, but at the mo- ment Garryowen dominated his every thought, and the extraordinary thing was he had almost forgotten money in connection with the race; a mad longing to win for the sake of win- ning posseaged his whole soul, — It pleased him Garryowen was so well matched. To beat Wheel of Fortune would be a triumph. And now that adjustment of prices mn always takes place just before ing was evidenced in the price of Garryowen, “Listen!” cried Dash- wood. “The price has gone to ten to one, Ldsten!” The roar of the ring flared up, the horses were now at the starting post, caracoling and ourvet- ing. ch eaw Andy's black-and-: low jacket and the purple-and-white of Lofts on Wheel of Fortune. Would the Bag never fa? A false start, an- Make the | The Evening World Daily Magaz Men Who Fail Ld (The “| don’t see why Jones ge other false start, and they were off! The purple jacket of White Moth was to the fore three full lengths; after White Moth came Satiety and Cede | and without effort; with him, ap drawing slightly ahead, went Wheel of Fortune. They were racing along the rise now, Satiety had drawn well to the fore, and now, of a sudden, with kaleidoscopic swiftness and effect, the field had chi ) and Satiety was no longer to the fore, White Moth had fallen away, the fleld was fan- ning out, Wheel of Fortune and Garryowen were leading, Dragoh Fly, @ rank outsider, had drawn up to Garryowen, and tne whole moving cloud of horses were making for Tattenham Corner, the Ci Horn of Luck, where so, many a fortune has wrecked. Wheel of Fortune was going eu: penbly, and as they drew on the oor- Der @ roar like the roar of a sea surged up and down the course, As they swept round the bend, Garry- owen was close on tho rails, 1 Fly had drawn wide and was is round, Satiety was moving up as though pushed by some unseen finger, and 4s they swept down the hill only Some six horses were left a chance. Down the hill the pace was tremen, dous, heart-catching, sublime, | speed can have sublimity. Wheel of dortune, halfway down, shot forward, and again the roar, like the roar of ® tormented sea, burst out, and rushed up the course, a wave of sound, and died away and rose again. “Look! look!" cried Dashwood, with his eyes giued to his glagues, The horses had reached the bottom of the hill and beyond, Satiety had fallen back. The struggle was now between Garryowen and Wheel of Fortune. Wheel of Fortune was a length ahead, and the distance was shortening—shbortening—shortening, “They're running neck and nea! yelled Dashwood. “Iwok! they’ nearly on the judges’ box, Look! He'll win! Garryowen forever!" “You can't tell,” cried French, “You can't tell from here, It's a deceiving course, But | believe he will, Garry- owen forever!" On the bill, away down the course, from Tattersall's ring—itself a little hell of sound—now r an outburst, One long, never-ceasing roar, Asnow of waving handkerchiefs made the etands look as if beset by @ million white butterflies, “Wheel of Fortune wins! Wheel of Fortune wins!" Flash! They are past the winaing Post and the race is ended. “Look! Look!" cried Dashwood. Tt was impossible to tell the winner from the ring. Till the number went up the two men stood eyes fixed on the man at the board, “Seven!” cried French as the num- ber went up, and in the volce of a pergon who sees what be cannot be- ‘Hurroo!" cried Dashwood. “Itold you he would! Garryowen forever!” . 8 © © #@ 6 @ Mr. Giveen and his new-found friend, Mr. Welsh, arrived at Epsom by an early train and took up & posl- tion the ring. Giveon was quite unconscious that his kinsman French had entered Garryowen for the City and Suburban. He knew the horse had beon destined to run in some race, but he knew as little about race- meetings as bagaars, and he never even glanced at the race card which Mr, Wi gave him. He was entire- ly taken up by the crowd, and halt addied by the noise around him, Mr. Welsh had been joined at the station by @ very evil and fashy-look- ing individual who cailed himself La, arus, and Mr. Welsh, having intro- duced Mr, Lazarus to Mr. Giveen, the trio proceeded to the course. Here Mr, Welsh, who was dreased for the occasion in the most amasing check suit that ever left Petticoat Lane, took his on @ tub pro- = ‘The ” ~ 1915, Pub) Co, New York Brevtng World, he esenaste, all the tra vided by Mr. Lazarus, and proceeded to address the crowd in a language that was Greek to Mr. Giveen, Lut the effect of Mr. Weish's words was quite understandable to him, Indi- viduals came forward, one after an- other, talked more Greek to Paddy ‘Welsh, received colored tickets from Mr. Lazarus, and handed bim money, Pr hag he deposited In @ bag by his le. As time wore on, and the moment of starting drew near, Mr. Welsh on the tub became jess 4 man than a volcano emitting sound instead of lava, and the more Mr. Welsh shouted, the more individuals were ked toward bim, and the more money poured into the bag of the perspiring Lazarus. All at once the crowd surged away, A shout filled the air, “They're off!” and Mr. Welsh jumped from his perch. “Now,” said Welsh, “I'm off wid me friend Lasarus to see the clerk of the course, "s the bagful of Money for you to keep; and, mind, we trust you. We'll be back in two minits. You stiok here, and wait for Next moment he and the Israelite had vanished, leaving the luckless one bag in hand, standing by the “Bhey're off!" These worde often anne oe ee raeior, Bipeds 68 ell as quadrupeds on City and Su- urban Day. Giveen, with the bag in his hand, was torn by conflicting emotio: Suppose Paddy Welsh and Mr. Laz rus could not find him again because of the crowd? Then what would he do with the money in the bag? Faith, what else but take it back to Lon- don, and as he was off to Ireland next day, what else could he do but take the bag with him? { His mind played with cupidity and theft as a puppy plays with its mates. le would not steal the money, but he would stick to it if the others, by any chance, missed him. And he deter- mined to Five them every chance of would wait 4 decent time ‘say, two or three minutes—after the race was over, and then wander back to the station. Besides, there was ten pounds due to him. Paddy had promised him ten pounds any- way, Engaged in these thoughts, he searcely heard the shouting around Rim as the horses were sweeping round Tattenham Corner, ‘The desire to look at the money in the bag now came on him irresistibly, and, opening the clasp, he peeped in. Pebbies and pieces of brick met his gaze and confounded him. On earth did it mean? Then he guessed, He had been done! Paddy and Mr, Lazarus had le- vanted with the money. They must have had two bage und substituted this one, Withered leaves and deso- lation! He would never get his ten gonads now, That was why they had ted. Instead of Singing the ac- cursed bag away and bolting himself, the unfortunate man, who knew nothing of welshere and bis own abominable position, slu: the bag over hig shoulder by ita long strap, and, to complete the business, mount- ed on the tub, From this position he geanped the crowd eagerly, looking for ultera. did not see them, He saw a wide expanse of ape-like and fatuous faces; every face was adorned by a wide open mouth and every mouth wee yelling: , * Wheel of Fortune! Wheel of For- pe!" ‘en thousand voices made the sky ring with the shout, Garryowen, lead~ ing by @ neck, was passing the win- ning post, but the crowd, deceived by the course and their own desire, fan- cled still the favorite was the winner, ‘Then the numbers went up, and the shouts were not eo triumphant. Garryowe: Wheel of Baticty .. TpaeNe “Here you are, Ten shillings, I ‘ortuns a :2 3 backed eel of Fortune for a place two to one!" “What are you eaying?” eaid Mr, ine, Saturday, June 19, 1915 Giveen, teating his eyes from the course and looklig at a youth with 4 weak mouth, a bowler hat and a acreaming check suit, who was hi card in fis hand and ad- “L want my money.” "I haven't got your money, I'm jookin’ tor. ble man with a red Saco and a"-—— “Here you are. Fifteen bob, Sa- tety for a place.” “Here you are. Forty-five halt- crowns for Gartyowen.” “Go to blazes with you!" shouted Mr. Giveen to the ring of individuals surrounding his tub and demanding thelr money, “Who are you taking me for? “He's got the bag," shouted one voice. i “He was Palla the other chaps,’ shouted another. Swowmher!” cried. a ire, oot of r, Giveen the last cry ‘rhe beg ope! tub and being huatied, plucked from him and Then the r business began; and where the came from it would be impossible to say, but they were only in time to save Mr, Giveon’s shirt and trousers. His coat waistooat and hat had vanished ub terly and lke smoke when four atal- wart constables surrounded bim and began to fight for bis life. Several other welshers in the neighborhood had done their business and got clean ay; the crowd was in @ nasty temper, for they had lost over the favorite, and the gods, with a certain poetic justice, had offered up Giveen as a dripping roast to the fury of the people. i “Pull bim in pieces!" “Duck him!" (There wee not @ pond within miles.) “Jump on him!" down with the police!" 4 Dashwood. French, half delirious with deligh' French, to say glory, was being led from the ring by Mr. Dashwood when they came across a maelstrom of howling hu- manity, amid which, Ike rocks, stood forth the helmets of the constables, “Its a welsher, poor devil! cried French. "The police bave him. Hi! I say-—by heavens! It's Giveen!” Hoe had caught @ glimpse for « moment of the face of his cousin The next he vee in amid the throng, helping the police. Michael!" yelled the half-naked one, “Lend us @ hand, or I'l be torn in bity. Musha! Leten to the devils! Help!” Next moment French was knocked aside. Fourteen constables had charged the crowd like a wedge, and Giveen was surrounded and safe, and being inarched off to the lockup. “Did ever a man see @ thing ike that!” cried French. “After winning the race and all to have. a disgrace Uke this fali on me!” “Come on," said Dashwood. “You can go to the police station after you have seen the horse, The bounder is all right now, And serve him jolly well right! It’s some mistake, He'd never have the brains to try to welsh people. Come on.” Two hours later Mr. French, Major Lawson and Mr, Dashwood, having celebrated the victory ip cham 4 cup, drove up to the Epaom Btation. The Major made himaelf known and obtained permission for Mr. French to interview his relative. Mr. Giveen was seated in a police cell with a police blanket over his shoulders, “Well, there you are!" said French. “And a nice disgrace to me and the family! What brought you down here at all? Do you know wha you'll get for this? Six months, if you get an hour.” "Oh, gloty be to God!" aaid Giveen, “Sure, I don't know what's been hap- ening to me at all, at all. What ave I done that you should all be go- ing on at me like thin?” have you done?” oned “Look!” er French. “You'va betra; me to ju scoundrel! . t'a what lone, sorrow mend you! You ee eae You' ed beast, that’s t you are, and it's glad | am to think you'll spend the next six months, or maybe, the next year, picking oakum or danc- ing tell the whole truth, What have you been doing?” Urged to the tale, Mr, Givi al about Paddy Wi Lasarus, French |! it. “Oh, card it worse and worse! eee for Eger two yoara en to me, and TH give it, pb If you'll promise me you @ chance, to go back to Ireland by the next train, I'l tell them Pi) my relation and that you're. a fool. You can tell them what you've told me, and may- be, backed by my word, they’ Bélieve vey, a you understand me?” mt Go,” one go back to Ireland?” “with” ‘And never interfere in my affairs age’ “I'l take me oath to that.” “Well, you'll have to stay here all night, for they won't Jet you out till been before the magistrates. use in going on like Get Magistrates ening" — megure: and Til pretend to be silly,” Mr, Giveen, sy outnesdn'e pretend at all," sald Mr, French. He left the cell and heard with a deep satisfaction the cell door close upon the prigoner; then he drove back to Badminton House with hie compantons. Half an hour later, Mr. Dashwood drew him bd bg smoking-room, which was deserted. “T gent that wire to Miss Grim- said Mr, Dashwood, “telling Garryowen has won.” ” said French. eaid Mr. Dashwood, ing to write to hi wr je to get back to The Mar- the a after to-morrow, with this Giveen business on hand, 10 I'm going to write to her and her straight out that—that well, as @ matter of fact, that I want her to aie nnows me now as weil as ever she'll know me, and that if she dooan't like the business, I'm game, and can take her answer and be bd ue apd I and yo ins, ol t's beat to make the position soon as possible, for we like this, And a letter is t! to do it.” —_—_——_— CHAPTER XVIII. 1U'RE right,” sald French. “Faith, the horse has nearly driven everything else out of my mind. It's a queer business the way that girl come to my house saved my fortune. I tell you straight, ghe put the come’ither on me so that I'd follow her through the black bog itself, if she beckoned me, with both eyes shut, She's a jewel, begad; she's a jowel! Look, now, at what ehe’e done for me—saved and scraped, put me on an allowance of pocket money—she @id that—kept the house together; and it.was she put the idea of taking the horse away from Drumgool into my head. Then, again, only for her you would never have come about the place, and what have you done? Why, you've saved me twice and three times over. My dear boy,” burst out French, seising Mr. Dach- ‘wood's hand, “it's you that’s been the making of me, for if you hadn't nob- bled that black beast of a Giveen, I'd have been done for entirely, and I hope she'll have you and make you bappy. “It's all @ toss up,” sald Mr. Dash- ‘wood, as he wrung French's hand. “You never know what a woman will do, and, I tell you this, if she chucks me, and if you-if you—well, as a inatter of fact, if you marry her, I'l forget I ever cal for her, and we'll olf be friends just as w always “You say you are going to write to her?” “Well, then,” eaid French, * the same and write to her mayee 7-8 8 On the morning ‘of the 13 the men had you' ou Come departed, Mi Mipen Cy for Epsom, with the horse, and Dashwood to Holloborough to bail out the bailiff, Mise Grimshaw found herself alone and, for the first time in many months, lonely, The society of women can never make up to & Woman for the society of men, and the society of men can never make up to a man for the society of wom- en. French and Dashwood had taken away a genial something with them; the place seemed deserted. She had grown fond of them both, extremely fond of them, and if she oross-questioned herself on the subject, she could not have discov- ered, I think, which man she cared for most & companion. Bobby Dashwood youth on hie » and re to youth; but then ‘rench bad experience—though It had never done him much r= sonality, There was @ lot of sunlight about Michael Prench; one fwlt bet- ter for his presence, and, though he made sport out of debt and debts over sport, and drank whisky enough to shock the modern tea-and-toast and barley-water man, he was & Christian when it oame to pract! ana friend whom no disaster coul jenate, I cannot help lingering over him, for he belongs to a race of men who are growing fewer in an age when coldness and correctness of character voll, without in the least diminishing, the essential brutality and savagery of man, Mise Grimshaw, left to herself, made 4 tour of the rooms, eet Effie some sums to keep her quiét, and then re- fies Yo the sitting-room and shut the oor, 4 lt was now that the really desperate condition sf things that =~ comedy of Garryowen api fore her unveiled. on the treadmill. Come nowand t “It the horse does not win?” The ruin that those six words have #0 often postulated, rank, raw, cold, and brutal, rose before her. Horses, Sarda, dice, wine, tobacco—one's dig- like of the Pipers who cry these dowis ig accentuated by the truth that ua- derlies their piping. ‘They are the prophets of the awful beso Rage FS pe the 6 pine! is, and the rtp you and your wife phy y you are in your houne of cards, lies the once fair fi ture of a man. They are the clans who prognose ineffic! a ure, old-age at forty—mental I. EMe would have two hundred £ year. Nothing could touch that, whag of the jovial French? She Pano enor of his financial affairs to that he would be absolutely and utter- ty ruined, Tears welled to her eyes for a mo m then ahe brushed them away and her color heightened. Enthusi- aem suddenly filled her; the nature of the adventure te her adventurous soul, Never did a doubter do any great work or any high adventure to « eu close, re te would win! = felt that to ‘bt it would be the ° traitor, and to believe it would eve: after three the Hired at the inn for the purpose Dailing out Mr, bg ong arrived and cule that attends who tries to explal je ay by that he had been made tipsy fecharge, 8 even if it obtained his dise 0 noticeable a statement t! London preas would be eure to seise M1 her that Hi ‘m going to tell her tha fon wait, Having left bt man, rafters ‘chort. intorvigw with Mise Grimahew, returned to Londen. CHAPTER XIX. ‘woods were green again, the little river beneath the bridge was in epate, and from far away ta ‘wood depths came the moist, wound of the cuckoo, singing he eang in Chaucer’s time, just will sing in times @ thousand unborn, The girl had freed herself wandered down te ile WMe and had bridge, where she stood now the wimpling water and weeds, listening to the ouckoo chatter of the biue-tite branches of the trees, A telegram had brought her day the grand news of Garryowen's wig, and this morning’s post hed rought her two lettere—one French and one from Mr. From what she could fa'love with her ret each pro- posing that she should tot look eoldly on the other, They would return that She would have to make up her on the question, and she had come here, speereauy, to argue the ques- en ou ef E i ane ta vent i €F i her subliminal mind had already jecision as to which of these gentlemen she would as ber natural protector for life. She had no one to confide in, no one to make a confidant of her choice; she had taken her seat on a little ledge of the parapet, and, with that charm- ing impulse which prompts a woman to put her name on paper coupled with the mame of the man she loves, the girl, with the point of her parasol, dreamily and like jeomerist under the dictation of « spirit, wrote upsm the dust of the old 'e race— pilten the scone OF 8 motor cnr ape ly approach: roke ko 'pasged she was ing at the river, and name on of the road there GOING AWAY FOR THE SUMMER? Remember The Eve- ning World prints each week @ <— ert: