The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1894-06-09

she urCtp her reU OrCf her face and turned
totcdrd HiC d0or.
ing, and it fascinated her. Still keeping
the conspicuous form of the somber Dye
in sight, she thought over the chances
and dangers of such n project, and it
did not take a great deal of reasoning to
convince her that, except in most linn
tied sphere, her design was II 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 the sombcr Dye should betake
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 II cannot do ev-
erything as if / were man. but can
at least 80 on until something occurs to
turn me back.
And she went on.
Again Mr.. Dye passed into another
street. There could be very little 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 to the door of house No. 10 He
would pull the bell and walk in. The
door would close behind him. And then
what? Manifestly there would be moth
ing for her to do but to turn about and
retrace her steps, no wiser than when
she had set ont, and having had her trOu-
Bile for her palms. Such was the pros
pect.
Miss Maxey sauntered lcisurely along
upon tho opposite side of the way and
some distance behind, trying not to ap-
pear to look at Mr.. Dye at all. But this
precaution was useless. Mr.. Dye never
looked around. He continued to drift on
i'll the same faltering, unenergetie, de-
spondent fashion, with his hands in the
side pockets of his thrcadbare coat and
his head bent down.
He does not look like q very old
man, 7" thought Ellen, "but Judging by
his gait he must be in feeble health. "
They We're now passing through a
quiet side street which led down gem
tie declivity. There were not many Pc
destrians, and out of the gloomy sky
few fine crystals of SNOW were lcisurely
finding their way to the pavement
Mr.. Dye had traycrsed about half the
length of the street when Miss Maxey
noticed carriage containing two wom-
en-, one of whom was driving turning
in from the avenue which ran to right
angles with the bottom of the decline
The woman who drove was OIL the side
toward Mr.. Dye. The horses walked
slowly up the hill.
Miss Maxey marked these facts only
in mechanical way until a sudden
change in the manner of the woman
who drove attracted her attention.
There was no doubt about it. The driv-
er was filled with strong emotions mt
the sight of Mr.. Dye. The 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
| sadden pull upon the reins. Then she
| bent over and seemed to call to hlm in
low voice.
Mr.. Dye started utof his abstraction
and looked up to find himself face to
face with her Even at the distance
which intervened between herself and
the 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 and beclloned to him. At
\ this Mr.. Dye reused himself, threw
hasty glance over his shoulder i'll each
direction, as if calculating the chances
of flight and ended by stepping out into
| the street and entering into conyersa-
ton.
All this time Miss Maxey was coming
nearer and nearer. If she could only
hear one little sentence of what they
We're saying, she thought it would be
lome satisfaction to her, but unfortu-
nately she was on the other side of the
way, and she did not dare to cross over
She did not dare even TO look nnduly
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