The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1894-06-18

owing him to the end and spying upon
him so far as she could first came into
the mind of the artists sister. With q
glow of excitement at her heart and
quickoning breath, the deliberate prof
ect Of playing the detective took form
within her. 1t was novel, it was entic-
ing, and 1t fascinated her. Still keeping
the conspicuous form Of the somber Dye
in sight, she thought over the chances
and dangers of such project, and it
did not take great deal Of reasoning to
convince her that, except in a most linn
itod sphere, her design was q wild one.
1t was all well now and here at this
time Of day in an eminently respectable
part Of the city to continue as she had
begun. There was no one to molest her
Or make her afraid But how would it
be if tho sombcr Dye should betako
himself to the less reputable lanes and
alleys Of the metropolis? Would she
dare to follow him even there? She did
not know very much about such places,
to be sure, but she had heard of them,
and her courage failed her when she
thought Of them. Besides there were
not many hours of daylight left.
NO." she reflected; 81 cannot do cv-
erything as if werc q man, but l can
at least go on until something occurs to
turn me back"
And she went on.
Again Mr.. Dye passed into another
street. There could be very Httlo doubt
about it now. He was going back to
Flood street, or if not there to some place
in that locality. So he would go on till
he came 10 the door Of house No. 40. He
would pull the bell and walk in. The
door would close behind him. And then
what? Mmifestly there would be moth
ing for her to do but to turn about and
rotraco her steps, no wiser than when
she had set ont, and having had her trou-
bic for her palms. Such was the pros
pect
Miss MaXey sauntered lciSurcly along
upon the opposite sido of the way and
some distance behind, trying not to ap-
pear to look at Mr.. Dye ut all. But this
precaution was useless Mr.. Dye never
looked around. He continued to drift on
in the same faltcring, unenergetic, de-
spondent fashion, with his hands in the
side pockets of his threadbare coat and
his head bent down.
HE does not look like very old
man," thought Ellen, "but judging by
his gait he must be in feeble health"
They were now passing through a
quiet side street which led down gen
tie declivity. There were not many pc
destrians, and out Of the gloomy sky q
few fine crystals Of snow were leisurely
finding their way to tho pavement.
Mr.. Dye had traversed about half the
length Of the street when Miss Maxey
noticed carriage containing two wom-
en-, one Of whom was driving, turning
III from the avenue which ran to right
angles with the bottom of the decline.
The woman who drove was on the side
toward Mr.. Dye. The horses walked
slowly up the hill.
Miss Maxey marked these facts only
in mechanical way until sudden
change in the manner of the woman
who drove attracted her attention.
There was no doubt about it. Tho driv-
er was filled with strong emotions at
the sight of Mr.. Dye. Tho somber mans
gaze was still downward. He had not
noticed her, but the occupant of the
vehicle seemed to have concentrated her
whole attention upon him. When she
came opposite to him, she drew up with
a sudden pull upon the rcins. Then she
bent over and seemed to call to him in
q low voice.
Mr.. Dye started ont of his abstraction
and looked up to find himself face to
face with her. Even at the distance
which interviewed between herself and
tho scene Miss MaXcy fancied she saw
the mans sallow face turn toa deadlier
pallor and his jaw drop. He certainly
staggered for an instant like drunken
man and then stood motionless in the
middle of the sidewalk, staring at the
woman in the carriage. The woman
spoke again ard bockoned to him. At
this Mr.. Dye reused himself, threw
hasty glance over his shoulder in each
direction, as if calculating the chances
Of flight and ended by stopping out into
the street and entering into conversa-
ton.
All this time Miss Maxey was coming
nearer and nearer. If she could only
hear one little sentence of what they
were saying, she thought it would be
some satisfaction to her, but unfOrtu-
nately she was on tho other side of the
way, and She did not dare to cross over.
She did not dare even to look unduly
toward the point where all her interest
was centered, for the reason that the
woman seemed to be suspicious Of every
thing about her. Even in the midst of
her conversation with Mr. Dye, which
seemed to be conducted ON her part with
much earnestness agd emphasis, she
glanced up and down She street in a eau
tious, uneasy manner and looked at El-
len fixedly.
1t was when she looked at her thus
directly that Ellen first became aware
of vague and but half active impress
sion that she did not sec this face now
for the first time. And yet how was it
possible for her to have seen so striking
a face and have forgotten the place and
the circumstances? The same hasty scru-
tinv which chnyynd hor tbic chO,,od bor