The Worthington advance., 1894-10-25


rection. II have not the slightest idea
how am to find my hotel. never
was more completely lost in my life. 1t
was very stupid in me to wander away
from Delaplaine street; but if my con-
fused recollection Of the past few mo-
ments is at all correct, have been turn
ing corners with reckless persistency
that deprives me Of all hope of ever
finding my way back to that aristocrat-
ic thoroughfare. As I cannot stand
here all night, really see no alterna.
tive but to keep moving"
He started on slowly, and his mind
wandered back to his interrupted train
Of meditations. (.
''She quite interests me-" he mused,
perhaps for the fftieth time, while his
brows contracted with a puzzled frown.
"Maynard-NIrs. Maynard; why is it
that the name seems so familiar to me?
It has been half suggesting something
to me ever since read her note. 1t ap-
pears that she has become entangled in
a lawsuit. 1 wonder what is nature of
the difficulty? 1t furthermore appears
that the major (Query: Who is the ma
jor?) is inclined to make trouble, and
the lady and her lawyer are conse-
quently obliged to circumvent the old
fellow. Rather interesting situation
for the lawyer! She's quite young, and
very beautiful wonder if she is like
wise in love with me? 1t looks tre-
mendously like it. Pshaw! OF course I
mean with the. other follow. BY the
way, I ought to be hunting up
Dennis O'Reilly. As a matter Of
fact, that is what I am here for.
1 wonder if his name is in the di-
rectory? Just like a blundering idiot
to forget to give his address! Now,
suppose step into this drug store
there's an accommodating-loolxing man
in the door-and glance over their d.
rectory. And then if it should 50
chance that the man doesn't know me,
though that is almost too much to ex-
pect, can venture to inquire the way
to the Clement house, without exposing
myself to disagreeable insinuations and
ridicule."
Accordingly he stepped up to the
drug store and lifting his hat to the
man who was lounging on the steps, he
ventured the observation that 'it was .
fine day"
every fne." assented the man ad-
dressed, with amiable brevity, as he
gave North glance that plainly said:
''I've seen you before, but who in the
world are you, anyway?" Then NOV
ing little aside to enable North to en-
ter the store, he relapsed into his own
silent meditations as he idly watched
the passers-by. ~. ~ e
Lounging amid the colored lights in
the great front window was q discon-
tented looking youth whose utter idle
ness and general appearance of ennui
appealed to North's sympathy at once.
The depressed and languishing state of
business was painfully apparent in the
solitude and leisure that pervaded the
place. ss's ,&.; @5I Z " =. = ~ "
North smiled ahably at the youth as
he turned to the counter. What magical
influence there is in smile! Hope, ex-
pectation, renewed faith-in his, fellow
men, even q faint interest in life be-
came apparent in that sad youths
countenance, only to be succeeded by
melancholy far surprising his original
gloom, when North inquired for a di-
rectory. j.
Indicating by silent gesture the
dingy old volume that was chained to
the counter in full view, the youth re-
turned with sad reproachful air to his
post of observation in the window and
vouchsafed no further notice of the man
whose interest scared no higher than
the pages of the local directory.
Turning the leaves rapidly until he
came to the right initial, North COM
menced to sean the pages carefully in
the, hope Of discovering the name and
local habitationS of Dennis O'Reilly. He
found the family well represented.
There was Jem and Bridget and Patrick
and Ann and Terrencesan John; but
nowhere Dennis. Over and over again
he read the names, but to no purpose;
for, lacking the ingenuity of the Irish
man who. unlawfully appropriated an
army blanket and then proved property
to his own satisfaction, at least, by the
fact that his initials were on it-U for
Patrick and S for O O'Rafferty-he could
not make John or Bridget or any of the
other names read Dennis, and he finally
gave up the attempt in despair.
As he was turning back istlessly, the
name Maynard caught his eye. There
it was-sMaj. Charles Maynard, No. 80
Delaplaine street.
.. ''Her, husband" reflected North, with
vague feeling of having satisfactorily
settled one point. II suspected so from
the way she referred to him. A crotch
ETY. old fellow who has to be humored.
I wonder if he makes her very unhap-
py? And if The thread of his re-
Aections was suddenly broken. His
glance had wandered from the open
book to q newspaper on the counter.
and this, among other professional
cards displayed in the advertising col
umns, had arrested his attention:
'North & Wescott, Attorneys and
Counselors at Law. Offices 8 and 5
Market Square"
".'North & Wescott'-a partner, by
Jove!'' was the first comment that
flashed through his mind; '''s and 5
Market square, if 1 ever can find the
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