The Irish standard., 1898-08-06

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. 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 goodman
from overhearing her words.
Il have been up trying to give Henri
bit of encouragement" she began.
"Hc 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 faithful dog. He has scarce
.1y touched 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, sit was"
"And you now see that-that his
mind was wrong, don't you?"
Hendricks eyes went to the pave
ment.
II have not moment to lose," he
said with awkward evasion, land as I
know you would be glad to lend
hand"
ooh, do, do give me chance" broke
in the girl, eagerly.
Swell, come back to the studio. I
must have talk with Henri, and if you
will assure him that 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
Itapering, gloved hand on Hendricks
snOw-covered coat.
"Can you give me one single bit of
,hope?" she pleaded, in voice full of
quavers.
Hendricks flushed to the eyes.
''Not now-not until can't tell
which way the wind will blow till talk
to Henri on certain point"
'sYou are so good and kind" she said,
huskily. eff 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 a sort of moisture into the
eyes of the detective, and when he
walked on after her he struck one of his
feetagainst the other and he almost fell.
Henri opened the door.
II 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 h
oil, standing on an easel. Itrepresented
q 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 Lamplin, who was at his elbow. sit
Is just like that in life. That woman
Is as ambitious in her way as candi-
date for throne, and If she were to
get so cents for her load she would
be as happy as millionaire over new
yacht. You waste time plying poor
people; they would pity us if they had
the time"
Then drawing Henri into an adjoin-
dng room, Gielow's sleeping apartment,
Hendricks closed the door carefully.
"Did your master leave any of his
linen here?" he asked.
"Yes, sir, nearly all of it."
Hendricks deliberated moment.
''Henri," he said, finally, II think it
barely possible that it may throw
little light on our case for me to know
something about the sort of linen your
master wore. Did he ever wear cuffs
separable from his shirt sleeves?"
Gle did, sir. 1t is not considered ex-
actly good form by men of fashion, but
those cuffs saved Mr.. Gielow lot OF
trouble. You see, when he wanted to
give a touch to piece of work while
dressed to go out, or when he had just
come in, he could detach the cuffs in
minute and have his hands free to
handle the brush without taking time
to get into his knockabout suit"
"Ah, Isee; and do you suppose, Henri,
that you could identify one of his cuffs
If it were shown to you?"
81 think so, sir; l didn't mark his
things, but they were always Numbered
by the same people, and they have
way of their own for marking the linen
of customer"
''What is that?" asked Hendricks, de-
laying the hand he had put into his
pocket for the blood-stained cuff.
''They had a different number for
each customer, sir. Masters number
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