Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1892-11-10

parted, shat he is going to meet the
Solitary Girl on Washington Square
this evening at 81 nice quiet place,
Washington Square, he says, and close
BY That was why he recommended
the Brovoort House."
And, sure enough, Mr.. Jack Fletcher
and Edith fIenshawe sat Tor an hour
and y half on u seat in the square and
talked. There was much in what they
saw to interest her; negro or China
man shutting past reminded her that
she was in new world, and that in that
world was to be her home. And he
seemed to have so much to say, though he
had only left her a few hours before, and
he took as much interest in every little
thing and in pointing it out to her as
any lover could quite minute details Of
the new llfe-a small boy munchlng a
rosy slice of watermelon, little girl
chewing "gum, and the distant tinkle
OF a tramway bell or the rumble of n
train in the neighboring elevated" rail-
way all in the baking air of u hot day
in New York. And it was hot; it would
have been cooler in the hotel, but he
would not hear of her returning there
and disturbing her father Oh the first
day after his arrival, and it was 6 o'clock
when he parted from her on tile steps
of the big white hotel
"How they stare at an English girl y
she thought rs she entered the lift and
hurried along the corridor TO her own
room, wondering also where her father
Was and where he meant to dine.
Then she entered her room and her
heart stood still. A few dresses and ar
ticles OF wearing apparel lay on the bed
In confusion; everything else was gone
her dressing bag, her trunks, everything.
She needed no one to tell her what had
happened.
Your pa said you were to come and
see him if you could, he said So" A
very minute boy employed on some
duty or other in the big hotel stood at
her elbow, piped out his message and
He'd before she could question him; but
one OF the hotel officials in the office
down stairs had more to tell her. The
New York lawyer who was intrusted
with the necessary steps for obtaining
her fathers eXtradition to England had
lett word that such Of her things rs on
further search proved to have no con-
necton with the case would be returned
at an early date.
10 his office she thought il best to 70
at once, half dazcd as she was, to find
out if he could empower her in any way
to sec her father, and she drove there in
fly--it emptied her purse to pay for it.
And she went alone. Ii she had only
had Jack to be with her and strengthen
her with his presence her despair would
have been less; but he had never men
toned where he was staying, and if she
had waited till he came to meet her in
the morning, time would have beer
lost. And she had always contemplated
the possibility of her father being taken,
and regarded it with less despair since
she knew she had Jacks help to fall
back upon. She would return to Eng
land and see the last of her father, and
then return to Jack.
II was late at the office to which she
had been directed, and the lift man had
gone home, but she tramped up a long
flight Of stairs and found clerk wait.
ing also to go home, but his master was
still there engaged with some one; it
was too late for him to see any one else
that evening.
8 At any rate you can take my name
in?"
He nodded rather discouragingly.
Miss Hamilton she said then cor
recting herself and reddening as the
clerks interest awakened, "Miss Hen
Shave"
But there was no need for her to be
announced. \ door opened beyond the
outer office where they stood, and a
voice with some slight American intona-
ton said outside in the corridor: "Good
night, Mr.. Finacane."
She started and stepped forward to
intercept the man who had hunted
down her father, with some vague idea
that he might have powers that others
had not-that he would be the man who
could tell her the worst that was known.
A tall, quare-shouldered man passed
the doorway and she gave u slight cry,
which made him turn toward her, then
she said one word, "Jack2" and the
truth was driven home to her brain and
she fell fainting at his feet.
She never saw him again. She stood
alone on the Cunard wharf when the
Arcadia steamed out on her return vow
age. She had seen her father taken on
board between two men and she knew
he must be there somewhere, but she
was thankful not to see him. That
night she came back to the same SPOT
it was the only way to the waterside she
knew-and in the waters of the Hud-
son ended the loneliness of the Solitary
Girl.