The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1891-08-01

huge pile OF bulldlngS?" he now asked
rs the locomotive screamed out its ap,
prOach to all the echoes about the
town.
That's the leaf and dumb insti.
tu.e," the stranger responded.
"Ah-you live in this place."
"Tes, sir"
81 expect to settle herein the law"
with a sudden youthful impulse to-
wards confidence. Judge Chiloers is
my fathers friend. ] shall be in his
office"
Il know him well. Shall we walk
up town together
THANK yOu-yes. I should like to
stretch my muscles a little, and l need
a guide"
The streets were bustling with busy
people. More than n passer-by
turned to note the newcomers clean
cut cosmopolitan figure.
"A stranger" vas the verdict
eastern"
Presently an exclamation burst from
the young mans lips.
Aha pretty face"
They had just met and passed the
lady. Rawlcigh turned to get a second
look at her.
Very, very pretty" he repeated.
His companion merely smiled.
When they reached the hotel Raw
leigh made short work of depositing
his hand luggage and of registering.
Il must see the judge at once" he
said to himself.
He looked up the number, and then
went a roundabout way to the street
where he had met the haunting face.
He looked up and down its tree Dor
dered length. He examined the houses
at either hand TO see if she might not
be at a window.
'She's probably a mile away by this
time" he thought.
Just then he spied her about a half
block distant. She had turned a cor
ner and was coming towards him. A
lad of about twelve vas with her. 1t
was plain as daylight from the strong
likeness between them that they were
brother and sister.
The lad was making a series of rapid
and mysterious gesticulations. 1t sent
a cold SILVER through Rawleigh. He
had seen mute people talk before, and
he knew what this meant-she was
deaf and dumb.
The time it took to reach this dread
full conclusion brought them face to
face. Rawleigh bent such a look upon
her as sent a vivid red to her cheeks.
He felt his own color mantle to that
blush.
He saw something lying on the walk
"a yard-long trail of blue tissue. She
had dropped her veil.
Should he call her? She could not
hear. Should he keep the token? The
bit of gauze was fragrant with her
touch.
He caught it in his hand, ran awk-
wardly after her, and thrust it before
her face. She received it with another
blush and a nod of thanks.
What an adventure he said to him
self when he had collected his senses
enough to have a coherent thought.
deaf and dumb" he %shuddered;
''what an outrage upon nature-what
a libel upon lover
Half a dozen times that day and for
a week afterwards he found himself
recurring to the incident.
Il must not think of it." he admon-
ished himself. Heavens, how the
whole thing haunts me-"
But while he seourged himself at re-
membering, and vowed he would for
get, he set himself systematically to
work to find ont who she was and all
about her.
Miss Westlander-a teacher in the
institute" was the result-'.a niece of
W~estlander, the banker"
He had a letter to the Westlanders.
He would present it at once. He would
visit the institute-a natural thing for
a stranger to do. He went out there
the very day the thought occurred to
him. He made the rounds of the build
ings with the superintendent.
In passing n of the class rooms he
at last saw the magnet that had
brought him there.
She had about her a group of chill
dren, but did not look up. He tried to
attract her notice, but she did not heed.
He went away without even a glance
from her eyes. But he was happy.
A curious phase of his passion now
set in. Although he visited her kins-
folk, he found it impossible to ask even
the simplest questions about her. 1t
seemed like crying from the house
tops that he was in love. And his
pride was not o little sore that he had
bssa 70 i~nsloriously captured without