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THE LADY EVELYN
A Story of Today
BY MAX PEMBERTON '
The moment wan critical onouch.
A gentlo hill lay boforo her. She
know Unit n horso galloping blindly
would make nothing of It, but that the
little car must bo slowed down suffi
ciently to render escape out of the
question. NIIad there been a footpath,
she would hnvo mounted It and dared
the consequences; but of path there
was none. A man In her place might
have bethought him of slacking speed
gradually and blocking the road to
the flying carrlnge. But Bates, her
chauffeur, had never been upon n horse
In his life. He thought only of him
self and the car.
Losing ground steadily upon the
hill, the end of it all seemed at hand,
when Evelyn espied the open gate ot
n hay field upon her right hand: and
taking hor courage and the wheel in
both hands, she Just touched the car
with the foot-brake and then swung it
boldly through the opening. A terri
ble lurch, a great bump over wagon
ruts and they were at a standstill in
grass growing to the height of their
axles. The bolting horse meanwhile
went by like a shot from a bow,
straight up the hill which leads to the
Hall. A turn ot the road hid him from
their sight. They heard a loud crash
nnd then nil was still.
Evelyn eat, very pale and
ened, and trembling visibly
thought of that which must have hap
pened on the hillside above them.
The engine ot her car had stopped as
they ran into the field and the tmper
turbable Bates Immediately leaped
down from the dicky and made a
wild attempt to restart it.
"There wasn't a driver on the box,
milady," he Bald, as though it wero
the most natural lemarlc in the world
Evelyn answered by oidering him
almost angrily to start the engine.
"We must, go to them." she said,
her heart beating fast as she spoko.
"I am sure there lias been a dreadful
accident. Be quick. Bates! Why are
you so foolish? Please start the en
gine at once."
"I was thinking of you, milady,"
the man said a little sullenly. "There
was two gents in the carriage. Yo'i
mightn't like to see what somebody
will see when they go up there."
"Don't talk nonsense," she said
firmly. "I am not a child, Bates. You
would make a coward of me. Let us
go at once:" J
Bates said no more but started the
engine at once. Evelyn backed the
car from tiio field and drove slowly
up the hill. She wns greatly excited
and afraid, but her resolution to pro
ceed remained unshaken.
Who had been in the carriage? What
harm had befallen him or them? The
turn of the road answered her imme
diately. For there, white and insensi
ble by the side of the shattered
brougham, lay Count Odin, the Rou
manian, and by him there knelt young
Felix Horowitz, his friend, ready to
tell everyone that the Count was dead.
Evelyn, however, knew that he w.ia
And tragedy, she said, had followed
her even to tin. sites of Melbourne
The Unspoken Accusation.
Cov.it Odir. .hni! been tlueedaysat
Melbourne Hall when the Earl return
ed. For thirty hours he did not rcov
er consciousness; '.he secona day
found him restless and but dimly
aware of the ciioumstnnces of tils ac
cident: the third k!a.v. however, re
corded such an Improvement that, ai
the evening drew on, ho sent the maid,
Paitigan, to my l.ady Evelyn begging
that she would come to him.
Tliero had been wild excitement In
the hoiKo, to bo sure. Tragedy Is ever
the delight of tho servants' hall; nor
Wfis it less delightful because memor
able days were few at tho Manor. His
tory has recorded that Partlgan, the
maid, shed tears when, she heard that
the young man upstairs was a foreign
er and exceedingly handsome. Mr.
Griggs, the butler, felt It necessary to
sample divers vintages ot wine and
to ask repeatedly what the Earl would
tbtnk of It: The maids whispered to
gether in cornere; the grooms dis
cussed the erring horse with straws
protruding from the corners of their
mouths. To these, worthies and to
others the dally bulletin, which the
shrewd, slde-whlskered Dr. Phlllpa de
livered each morning as he climbed
Into his motor-car, became as the tid
ings of a horse-race or of a royal wed
ding. Rumor had said that the young
Count whb dead when they carried
'him to tbo house. Dr. Philips declared
that ho would have htm dancing be
fore the month was done.
("Fracture, p3haw!" exclaimed that
knowing practltionor; "they might toll
you that In Harloy Street, but In Der
byshire wo know better. He has a
skull as thick as a water-butt Con-euss-lon,
sir, that Is the matter. You
may tell her ladyship so with my com
pliments. Con-cuss-Ion Is what Dr.
.Philips says, and If there Is anyone
who disputes his word, he'd like to
see the man," ,
'JThejr carrlou the news to Evelyn,
who had scarcely left her room since
this amazing adventure befell her. A
brief account ot the accident obtained
from tbo lips of young Felix Horo
witz, Count Odin's friend, narrated
the simple circumstance that they had
boon driving from Moretown to Mel
bourne Hall and had collided upon
the way with a hay-cart, whose driv
er, as the drivers ot hay-carts so fre
quontly will, had been taking his sies
ta during the heat of the day. Thrown
from the box into the gutter, tho
coachmnn dislocated his shdulder and
had many bruises to show; while his
horse, terrified at the absence of con
trol. Instantly bolted in one of those
blind panics which may overtake even
the most docile of animals.
Such a story Felix Horowitz had
told, but more lie could not tell. Ev
lyn'8 anxious question as to the pur
port of Count Odin's vlsl remained
unanswered. It was possible, the
youth said, that the Count drove oat
to Fee T.otd Melbourne. "But I should
not be surprised." he added naive" v
"if there were n better reason whip'
you must not expect mo to confess."
She was afraid to press the point,
nor dare she. at present, Invite thp
confidence of one who was so great a
stranger to hor. Sooner or later it
would be necessary to abase herself
before this man who had thrust him
self unluckily Into her life and made
such auick use of his advantages. Eve
lyn nnrceived immediately that she
must go to Count Odin and say, "Mj
father does not know that I am Etva
Romney. Please do not tell him." And
this was far from being the whole pen
alty of the accident. A glimmer of
the truth could come to her already as
a snectre which henceforth must
haunt her life. She knew that her
fathpr had spent some years In Ron
mania, and that nothing would In
duce him to revisit that country
wherein lie had mnrried Dora d'Istran.
In the same breath, she told heiself
that this man was a Roumanian and
ncnualnted with her father's story.
Had she been entirely honest with
nerself she would liave gone on to
Hlmlt a certain fascination in the
mystery which she could neither ac
count for nor take arms against.
Count Odin was like no other man sho
had known. She had tried to deceive
herself in London with the Imagined
belief that she never wished to see
him again. Many times, however,
since she had leturned to Derbyshire
this jory desire would assert itself.
Sho found herself, against her will
and reason, covertly hoping that she
might hear his story from hla own llpt..
A psychologist would have held that
there was a certaiu affinity between
the two, and that she had become tin
victim of It unconsciously. Her fear
was of a splendid fascination she had
become aware of and could not re
sist. She Imagined that she would
obey this man if he commanded her,
despite her resolute will and almost
eccentric originality. And- this she
feared een more than her own secret.
It is to be imagined' how the sus
pense of Count Odin's illness tried
nerves as high strung as those of Eve
lyn, and with what expectation she
awaited the hour when he would re
cover consciousness. Her desire had
bqronie that of knowing the worst as
speedily as might be; arid the worst
she certainly would not know until
consciousness returned and some gooa
excuse might admit her to the sick
man's room. Hourly, almost, she ask
ed the news of Dr. Philips and re
ceived tlie strictly professional an
swer: "An ordinary case no cause for
.vorry at all don't think about it."
To the Doctor's inquiry what shs
iipw of Count Odin sho merely said
at she had heaid of him in London
art believed that his father had been
'so Earl's friend many yeais ago. ThK
did not in any way disguise her n
ist, and the Doctor would have been
1 ore than human had he not put his
ihvii construction upon it.
"Head o'er ears in love with him,"
!-e told the Vicar that night; "why,
r, she would not deceive a blind
'iifin. She's met this fellow In Lon
Ion and bagged him like a wounded
.iheasant. I shouldn't wonder if It
hmiu't been all arranged betweeu
mum bolting horse and all. There
he is, In the chaplain's room, ram
bling away in a tongue a Hottentot
would be ashamed of, and she's wait
ing for me always on the stairs Just
ready to hug me for a good word,
What do you make of It? You've mar
ried a few and ought to be an ex
pert." The Vicar shook his head at the
compliment and declared thatMt would
never suit tho Earl.
"He hopes that she will never mar
y," he said; "he has told me so him
elf more than once. -If she does
inrry, he has great ambitions. After
11, she may only be naturally anxl
jus, I dare say sho's asking herself
.vhother her own car did not do some
it the mischief."
The Vicar's wife, on her part, de
hired the situation to bo exceeding
"There's no other lady in the
iouf?e," she said aghast "I think tho
f-jg) should be advised to return. Il
bi very unusual,"
As a matter of fact, the Earl came
homo on the evening of tho third day.
exactly ono hour after Evelyn had
been sent for to see Count Odin for
tho first time since the tragedy. The
meeting took placo at the Count's re
quest, as It has been said. Returning
consciousness broucht with it a full
remembradco of tho circumstances ot
the accident and a doslre to thank hla
hostess for that which had been done.
So Evelyn went to htm, determined
,to throw herself upon his pity. No
othor pos3tblo course lay before her.
Dr. Philips was In the room when
she entorcd It; but his belief that this
was an nffalre do coour remained ob
durate, and he withdrew Into an al
cove, when the first Introduction's
were over, and made a great business
there of discussing the patient's con)
ditlon with the nurse who had come
over from Derby. Thus Evelyn found
her opportunity to speak freely to the
young Count Each felt, however,
that the need of words betweon them
"My dear lady," ho began, "how
shall I apologize for what has happened-
to mo? Three days In your
house nnd not a word of regret that
I Intrude upon you. Ah, that clown
ish fellow of a coachman and the
other who was asleep upon the Im
perial. Well, I shall long remember
your English horses, and, dear lady,
I am not ungrateful to them."
He held out his hand and Evelyn
could not withhold her own, which he
clasped with warm fingers as though
to draw her nearer still toward him.
."It Is Impossible to speak of grati
tude under such circumstances," she
said In a low voice. "My father will
'approve of all that has been done.
Count. Ho is returning to-night from
She paused and looked round the
room, anxious that Dr. Philips should
not heather. The Count, In his turn,
smiled "little maliciously as though
fully aware of her thoughts.
"Forgive me," he said again. "I
came to see your father, but I did not
know that he was the Earl of Mel
bourne. Will you not sit down, dear
lady? You make me unhappy while
He touched her hand again and In
dicated a low chair facing his bed.
Evelyn, whose heart beat quickly, sat
without protest. The minutes were
brief; she had so much to tell him.
"You know my father in Roumanla,
did you not?" she asked In a tone that
could not hide her curiosity. The
Count answered her with a kindly.
"He was my father's friend,"- he
exclaimed, raising himself a little
upon the pillow; "that would be more
than twenty years ago. So much has
happened since then, Lady Evelyn.
Twenty years in a man's life and a
woman's ah, If we could recall even
a few of them" -
"Even the weeks," she said mean
ingly, "when we were not ourselves,
but another whom We wish to forget.
Our friends can help us to recall
those weeks, Count."
"Those are the weeks when our'
friends should be blind. Lady Evelyn.
I am glad that you tell me this. Frank
ly, I, too, am an artist, and can un
derstand your father's objection to
the theatre. Let us forget that the
most charming Etta Romney has ex
isted. She came from nowhere and
has gone away as sho came. We shal'
be so ungallant that we go to forget
her name and the theatre and all-her
cleverness. Please to speak no more
of 'it. I am your servant, and my
memory is at your command. If wc
have met in London, so shall It be. If
wo are strangers when your .father Is
come back, that also I will be ready
to rememher. Command my silence
or my wids as you think for tho
He accompanied the words with s
gesture which would have made light
of the whole affair as though to say.
"This is a little thing, let us speak of
something more Important." The act.
however, did not deceive Evelyn. Her
lormer distrust of this man returned
with new force. She felt instinctive
ly that she must pay a price for his
bllcnce; though she knew not, nor
could she imagine, what that price
must be. And, more than this, she
rebelled alieady againsthe penalties
"It is for my father's sake," she
said quietly, believing it at the mo
ment really to be so. "He knows lit
tle of the theatre and dislikes It lu
consequence. Of course, Count, I hnd
no Intention of remaining in London.
If vou have any love for the stage
yourself, vou will understand why I
"No one so sympathetically, dear
lady. You were born an artiste; you
will die one, though you never agatr.
shall go upon the stage. Here Is our
friend. Dr. Philips, coming with thei
medicine to make ua happy. Is it that
we haVe met In London or are we to,
be strangersT Speak and I obey you,
:iow and always."
"There Is no necessity to say any-i
thing about It," she exclaimed, flush
ing as she stood up. "I do not sup
pose1 my father will ask the question.
Your visit to Derbyshire, was In his
Interests, I understand, Count."
He turned a swift keen glance upon
her far from a pleasant glance.
"I came to ask a question of him,
lady. I came that he shatl tell me
whether my own father Is a free man
or a prisoner. He wlll,jiot answer
that question willingly. But until It
Is answered, I remain the guest o'
your house. Silence, If you please.
This also Is my secret and to-day lf
not the time to speak of It"
He raised a hand warnlngly and
Evelyn turned about to find Dr. Phlllpa
at her side. The little man seemed
more amused than ever. His Idea
that this was a lover's meeting
brought about by tho laborious device;
of a bolting horse and a smashed car
rlago, could not be put aside.
. "Doing capitally, I perceive," he
remarked in that professional tone ofj
voice which no human 111, whatever,
it may be, appears able to modulate
or alter. "Out In a bath-chair toj
morrow and steeplechaslng the next
day, 'We'll, well.'ll we could only put
youth Into our bottles, what magician:
we should be I Now, sir, if I had been
In the carriage, the Lady1 Evelyn,
Imre, would hrv been a3king herself
What sho would wear at tho funeral
to morrow. But I am an old man nnd
you are a young one, and there Is
nothing Hko youth In all tho world."
"A most excellent sentiment," said
the Count, "and ono I tako to mean
(Mat I may return to London boforo
the end ot tho week If tho Lady Eve
lyn will graciously permit me to go."
Dr. Philips looked at both of them
"You must speak to the Earl about
that," he exclaimed. "Why, there Is
his carriage. I must go and break
the new3 to him."
Premonition is an odd thing enough
and no distant relative of that sister
art of prophecy which the ancients so
justly esteemed. Evelyn knew no
renson whatever why her father
should be offended by the presence ot
Count Odin at the Manor, but none
the less premonition warned her that
the meeting would not be unattended
by consequences of some Import. In
this fear sho had quitted the Count's
room directly Dr. Philips warned her
that the Earl's carriage was in the
courtyard; and going out to the head
of that short flight of stairs by which
you reach the banqueting hall, she
waited there In no little expectation,
afraid she knew not of what, and yet
quite sure that she had good reason
to be afraid. Down below, In the great
hall itself, she heard a sound of
voices for the Doctor had already be
gun his tale and she tried to catch
the sense of it, listening particularly
for any mention of Count Odin's
name, which must, she believed, be
the key to this strange riddle of her
adventure. When her father approach
ed her, smiling and not Ill-pleased,
she was quite sure that the Count's
name had not been mentioned; nor
was her surmise In any way Incor
rect The Earl came up the stairs with
the air of $ man who Is glad to get
home again and has heard a good jest
upon the very threshold of his house.
He wore a dark tweed suit and his
bronzed face. If slightly drawn by the
fatigues of travel, wore, none the less,
that benevolent air of content which
invariably attended the assurance
that all was well at Melbourne Hall.
Stooping to kiss Evelyn, he told her
In a word that ho was aware ot the
adventure and found it amusing
"Yes, the Doctor has told me," he
began; "a man nnd a horso and a fly
ing machine! My dear girl, you must
be careful. What will the county say
If we go on like this the second spill
in a couple of months. Why, I'll" have
to endow a hospital for your victims!
Eveyn, my dear "
She Interrupted him almost hotly!
"Doctor Philips should write
books," she said quickly. "We had
nothing whatever to do with it. Tho
horse bolted from Moretown and raced
up behind us. I turned into a field
and saved the car. What nonsense
to say that it was our fault! Ask tho
Count's friend how It happened. He
has been to London, but he will re
turn to-morrow. He can tell you all
about It, father. I was too frightened
at the time to know exactly what did
The Earl, still believing that the
Doctor's incoherent jargon must have
some truth in it, paused, nevertheless
at the word "Count."
"Is the man a foreigner?" he asked
TO BE CONTINUED
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