Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1898-12-02
CHAPTER Mi.

As they were alighting from the car
at Fortieth street within sight of the
Rembrandt studio building Hendricks
exclaimed:
"As sure as you live that's Miss Hunt
ington's carriage. I know the coach
mans livery. She is up there now, try
ing to get mething out of Henri. Poor
girl, she is almost insane, and it's moth
ing but natural. For all we know, her
sweetheart may never lay eyes on her
pretty face again"
could it be so bad as that?" asked
the doctor.
But Hendricks only reply was to
point towards the entrance of the
studio building.
There she is now. 1 think I can
make her useful, and she would like to
be of service"
At the carriage door she looked up
and recognized them, and, buttoning
her heavy fur wraps, she stepped
towards them to keep the coachman
from overhearing her words.
Il have been up trying to give Henri
a bit of encouragement" she began.
"He is almost broken-hearted. He has
written me twice to-day to let him see
me. Poor fellow! he thinks ought to
be able with money to do something.
He is like a faithful dog. He has scarce
ly touched a bite to eat since his master
went away"
Against the white feathery back
ground her complexion seemed almost
sallow, but her eyes shone with intense
brilliance.
II am glad happened to meet you,'
began Hendricks, putting on his hat
again after his head had grown white
with snow.
"You have the opinion of that hand
writing expert" she said; "but even his
opinion will not change mine. The let
ter was written by Mr.. Gielow."
"You were right" answered Hen
bricks, ''it was"
"And you now see that-that his
mind was wrong, don't you?"
Hendricks eyes went to the pave
ment.
81 have not moment to lose," he
said with awkward evasion, "and as l
know you would be glad to lend a
hand"
"Oh, do, do give me chance broke
in the girl, eagerly.
"Well, come back to the studio. l
must have talk with Henri, and ifyoc
will assure him that l am all right it
will be great help"
"Thank you so much," she said, pre-
ceding both of the men into the hall
way and to the elevator.
When they had reached the retired
corridor leading from the main hall to
the studio Miss Huntington laid her
tapering, gloved hand on Hendricks
snow-covered coat.
"Can you give me one single bit OF
hope?" she pleaded, in voice full o.
quavers.
Hendricks flushed to the eyes.
mot now-not until can't tell
which way the wind will blow till talk
to Henri on certain point"
"You are so good and kind she said,
huskily. IF you do not restore him to
us, I shall always love you for trying
so hard"
The restraint he had put on his feel
ings forced sort of moisture into the
eyes of the detective, and when he
walked on after her he struck one of his
feet against the other and he Amos: fell.
Henri opened the door.
Il have come back, Henri" said Miss
Huntington. These are good friends
of your masters. They are trying to
aid him. You must freely tell them all
you know"
Henri bowed and muttered his will
ingness to comply with her wish as
they passed him, going into the recep-
tion-room.
Hendricks paused before picture in
oil, standing on an easel. Represented
a thin-faced, black-eyed italian woman
bent almost to the earth under great
load of rags and scraps of paper. Be
meath the picture was written the title,
Ambition"
Nobody but a genius could have con-
ceived that deep human lesson, he said
to Lampkin, who was at his elbow. 1T
is just like that in life. That woman
is - ambitious in her way as candi-
date for . throne, and if she were to
get 80 cents Tor her load she would