The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1894-06-18
"It viii admit of no delay"
Mr.. Dyes response was inaudible.

had passed the carriage In truth, it was
not until she had nearly reached the
corner Of the street, and the sound Of
wheels on the hard stones warned her
that the carriage had started ahead, that
she again ventured to satisfy her curl
osity.
A rather curious state of affairs pre-
sented itself to her view when she
Il ned. The carriage had indeed re-
sumed its onward course in tho same di-
rection as before, but Mr. Dye had faced
about and was preceding it upon the
sidewalk q little distance in front. The
snow was now beginning to fall more
thiclIly, and Ellen felt that there was
serious danger Of losing sight Of the
people in whom she was so greatly in
tcrcSted.
Undoubtedly when the carriage got to
tho top of the hill it would drive on at
o much more rapid rate. She quickened
her footsteps and crossed the street so
as to be upon the same side with Mr..
Dye. By this time the trio had reached
the top of the declivity and were going
down on the other side. Ellen hastened
forward, keeping as much as possible
out Of sight behind tho occasional pedes-
trian. But before she reached the end of
the thoroughfare all anxiety that the
carriage would drive on out of her reach
had left her. She began to understand
the situation. Whoever the women in
the carriage might be they We're evident
ly afraid or ashamed Of being seen in
company with the forlOrn Dye. And yet
it was very important that he should go
along with thom. They dared not take
him into the vehicle, so they had COM
promised tho matter by causing him to
walk. a short distance in advance. No
body would think that this woebegone
ragamuf1ln who walked could have any
possible connection with the elegantly
dressed ladies who rode.
Mr.. Dye must know the way, then,
perfectly well. Undoubtedly, for he
turned the corner without looking back,
and the vehicle in its succession
promptly wheeled about into the same
avenue. Ellen perceived this with an
increasing glow at her heart and the
most bewildering spoculations in her
head.
The snowilakes came moro thickly,
and the young woman who had taken
upon herself the bold and masculine task
OF following the somber Dye kept as
close as she dared to her unconscious
victim lest some significant circumstance
should escape her observation. But no
significant circumstance occurred.
The carriage and the man went on
steadily, without any further intercourse
or interchange Of any possible signs,
through the network Of city streets to
some definite destination.
"This l can see very clearly" thought
Ellen. "But why, if this woman is so
afraid of attracting observation, did she
not send this man about by another road
and drive ON at a natural pace? People
must think it strange to see her walking
her horse in the midst of q heavy snow
storm. Evidently she mistrusts him.
Evidently he fears her. This is a most
ineXplicablc affair"
The carriage at last turned into q
broad avenue lined with elegant houses.
1t was, in truth, one of the most aristo-
cratic streets Of the city, and the house
before which the vehicle eventually
stopped was not eclipsed by any of its
neighbors.
Mr.. Dye had already mounted the long
flight Of browhstone steps, had opened
the outer door and gone in ont Of sight
Of anybody in the street 1t was not to
be supposed that he had entered the
house, however, for all of these resi-
dences were protected by double doors,
separated by a vestibulc. Mr.. Dye, in all
probability, was waiting in the inner
space for his fashionable patrons to come
up and admit him. Almost at the mo-
ment the carriage wheels grated against
the curbstones in front Of the house q
serving man came up out of a door un-
derneath the steps, and after helping the
ladies' out got into the empty seat and
drove away.
Miss MaXey tried not to have it so,
but fate brought it about that she came
to the brownstone steps at the very mo-
ment when these women We're about to
ascend them. She put ms much space of
sidewalk between herself and them as
she conveniently could, but none tho
less she felt herself observed and knew,
though she kept her own eyes straight
ahead, that the elder woman at least
was looking at her. Her sharp ear de-
tected whisper q moment afterward,
and she fancied thu the possessor of
the half remembered face was calling
her companions attention to her. Per-
haps the woman had recognized her and
remembered to have seen her in the
quiet street where they met Mr.. Dye
Ellen was aware Of q slight trembling
while she was undergoing this inspec-
tion. But it was only a momontary af-
fair. She went on quickly. The women
passed up the steps, shaking their gar
ments, and the door closed after them
with a slam.
The snow fell in binding whirling
eddies From minute specks tho flakes
had become largo ard feathery. It was
impossible to see far in any direction.
What was to be done?
Having reached this point must FL
len MaXcy turn about and go home? No,
not yet. She would wait little while
still-wait and see Mr. Dye como out
again, Yes, but where? She could not
stand there in the street. She did not
like to walk up and down before the
house. Where?
Then an interesting fact reached her