Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1894-09-29

street. Ills last movement vonld ind;-
Gaze that he was not, though the crooked.
mess OF the city streets might leave even
.,iis matter OF doubt. He went ON in
.ie same slow, unsteady, detected man.
,ier. PRESENTLY he crossed the street, and
turning INTO branch thoroughfare went
up toward the heart of the CITY. Miss
Maxey followed, though she kent unon
the other side of the way.
ihen 1t was that the idea of "shad.
owing him to the end and spying upon
MN SO Tar as she could first came into
'ie MIND OF the artists sister. With q
glow OF excitement at her heart and a
qu1ckening breath, the deliberate prof
ect OF playing the detective took form
within her. 1t was novel, it was entic.
ing, and it fascinated her. Still lyeepino
the conspicuous form of the somber Dive
IN sight. she thought over the chances
ana dangers OF such project, and it
dld not take a great deal of reasoning to
convince her that, except in most linn
tied sphere. her design was wild one
1t was ell well now and here at tbis
time of day in an enlineutly respectable
part of the city to continue as She had
begun. There was no one to modest her
or make her afraid. But how would If
be II the sOmbcr Dye should betala
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 We're
not many hours OF daylight left.
No" she reflected; Il cannot doev.
erything as if l were q man, but I 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 little doubt
about 1t now. He was going back to
Flood street, or if not there to some place
III that locality. So he would go ON till
he came TO the door of house No. 40. 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 out, and having had her trou-
bic for her pains. Such was the pros
pect.
Miss Maxey sauntered leisurely along
upon the 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
IN the same faltering, unenergetic, de-
spondent fashion, with his hands in the
side pockets Of his threadbare coat and
his head bent down
man, 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 o gen
tie declivity. There We're not many De-
destrians, and ont Of the gloomy sky q
few fine crystals of snow We're leisurely
finding their way to the 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
in 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 Maxcy marked these facts only
in mechanical way until q 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 at
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
a sudden pull upon the reins. Then she
bent over and seemed to call to him in
u low voice.
Mr.. Dye started out of his abstraction
and looked up to find himself face to
face with her. Even at the distance
which interviewed between herself and
the scene Miss Maxey fancied she saw
the mans sallow face turn to 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 beckoned to him. At
this Mr.. Dye reused himself, threw a
hasty glance over his shoulder in each
us if calculating the chances
of flight and ended by stepping ont into
the street and entering into a converse
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 OH the other side of the
way, and she did not dare to cross over.
She did not dare even to look unduly
toward tho point where all her interest
was conferred, for the reason that the
woman seemed to be suspicious Of every
thing about her Even in the midst Of
her conversation with MIR. Dye, which
seemed to be conducted on her part with
much earnestness and emphasis, she
glanced up and down the street in a can
tious, uneasy manner and looked ut FL