The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1900-11-29

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retorted. with a touch Of personal
feeling.
Enderby got in, and was soon being
driven to his rooms in the West End.
Somehow, the strange incidents Of
the night had oddly unsettled him.
Even when he went to bed his dreams
were disturbed by strange, uncomfort-
able reproductions of these incidents,
grotesquely and even horribly de-
formed. For SO matter f-fact a man
Paul Enderby was oddly fanciful over
them.
Still. undoubtedly the experience
had been rather peculiar one.
He felt sure the girl was refined and
Of gentle birth; it is not difficult to
detect the signs of these. Her accent
was not exactly an English one, yet
1t was not peculiar enough to be pro-
nounced un-English.
Who was she? Who was her father?
What reason could she have for abso-
lutely refusing to allow another doc
tor but this Doctor Lyndon to see her
father? Who was this Doctor Lyn-
don?
With the morning the incidents of
the night before seemed to have drift
ed of into the same region as that in
which dreams are made: but one
Renaissance of them remained with
Enderby. and oddly annoyed him. 1t
was the memory of the man who had
passed in the hanson while he was
speaking to the girl who called her
self by the name of Lloyd.
Enderby sauntered along to the
Courts, where he assumed gown and
wig, and listened to the cases. He
was not absolutely briefess barrister
and he was considered very clever.
But, besides that, Paul Enderby
came of very good family, and was
not, though he himself was poor, SO
very far removed from the Barony Of
Eglin, having only five lives between
him and it. So that Enderby was
somewhat of spoiled child of society,
being good-looking, raight-limbed,
handsome fellow enough after the pure
Saxon type, and without a faint upon
his name.
He was coming out of the Courts
when some one tapped him on the
shoulder.
"Ah, Enderby, going to the club,
are you? I'm due there at five and
have one or two engagements after
dinner. suppose you will put in an
appearance at the Penningtons to-
night?"
Enderby's pleasant, fresh-ccmplex-
Toned. face had been oyershadoWed by.
a look of annoyance as the newcomer
addressed him. He was man little
older than himself-not above middle
height, and slender with it, with
pale. dark face, black eyes placed
rather close together, and smooth,
straight, unpleasant mouth, which had
a disagreeable habit of curling up
wards when he laughed. He was Dig
by Dalton, and was by profession also
a barrister.
II dare say shall look In at the
Penningtons," he answered, drily.
But l have another engagement"
"Miss Lennox's reception?" smiled
Dalton. eyes. of course, you will be
there. Enderby. What man you are
for being asked out! BY the by. had
you anything on last night?"
Enderby looked straight into the
smiling face
Perhaps 1 had. May ask why you
inquire, Mr.. Dalton?"
ooh. nothing!" The other shrugged
his shoulders. "Only curious, wasn't
it? was driving over Westminster
about half past one, and 1 saw man
with girl on the bridge. could
have sworn it was you. Curious,
wasn't it?'
Not at ALL" Enderby answered
coldly. "It was T."
"oh, beg your pardon! l really
would not have mentioned 1t if 1 had
thought that was the case" said Dali
ton. as If with regret. "Of course, we
men of the world don't inquire too
narrowly into each others affairs; but
you know there are few men whose
lives seem open to every one and
whose slightest action will bear inves-
tigation. don't require to tell you.
Enderby, that we all consider you are
one of those In fact, your member
ship at the Bayard Club is sufficient
proof. Well, shall not detain you,
I have a little matter Of business to-
settle in the Strand" And lifting his
hat with elaborate politeness, he dis
appeared.
Enderby knew every word he had
spoken had been armed with ven
omed tip. Dalton had hated him from
the first time they had met. That
hatred had become deepened into
something vindictiye and malignant
when, through Enderby, though more
by accident than choice, Dalton had
been dismissed from the club. which
was sometimes mockingly called the
"Bayard," on account of having been
found cheating at cards.
HE recognized me, of course" En-
derby said to himself. .sAnd he will
go tonight to Miss Lennox, and tell
her. Well, she has more than an or
binary womans sense Of fairness. She
will let me speak for myself. And
will she believe him? Or will her
heart have something to say on my
behalf? Cecil, Cecil!'
He whispered the name tn himself