The Coconino sun., 1901-02-09
SOME THIEVES AND
 A LOVE AFFAIR.
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appearance or an autOmoDlle ana with terror had bounded forward down the drive, throwing Eleanor from her seat and hurling her into an undigni- fled heap on the pavement. The man in the automobile stopped his machine with a jerk, sprang from his seat and ran to her. He leaned over her for moment, white with fear and excite ment. Then, picking her up in his arms, he held her against his breast and looked searchingly into her face. In moment she opened her eyes and laughed, in a little awkward gasp. He saw that she was not hurt, only little stunned, perhaps from the shock of the fall, and he felt greatly relieved. But she was pale, and she held her hand over her heart as if the beating of it hurt her.
 Others had gathered around in the meantime, so he carried her into the house which stood directly opposite the place of the accident. They were strangers to him and to her, but they opened their door hospitably and the
  fortable, and the physician whom they called in gave her sleeping draught to quiet her nerves and all seemed well.
 When Miss Deering eventually opened her eyes and sat up in the strange room and looked about her in a cooler frame of mind, and found that her rescuer had disappeared before she could even thank him. She felt uneasy and unhappy. She had not done her duty in the unfortunate episode. and had created street scene. and had not even expressed her gratitude to the man who had been SO thoughtful and kind.
 As she recalled his face now, a sud- den, peculiar tumult filled her breast. Something in those eyes, some feeting expression of the lips was strangely familiar to her. When her hostess finally accompanied her home she even confessed the mysterious man had not left his name, that he had remained only until he knew that Eleanor was not injured, and then had left as if greatly chagrined with himself because of the accident.
 For months afterward his face haunt ed Eleanor. She watched the passing crowds, searching the countenance of each pedestrian for a chance glimpse of that dear head, grown sweet and idealistic to her because of persistent thought. Every avenue, every thor oughfare was sacred because she fancied that some time she would encounter him again. At last, just once, she passed him in the street. She looked at him searchingly. He was tall, his figure was fine and strong. There was calm dignity about him that pleased her. She noticed a tinge of gray in the hair at his temples. but he carried himself with the buoyant swing of youth and vigor. When she had bowed to him he returned her look inquiringly, wondering where he had seen or met before. He groped in his mind for some vague recollection which annoyed him for time and then dismissed the matter unsolved.
 Miss Deering was an intellectual and progressive young woman. She had been called intelligent, even clever, and though she resented being chased with brainy women, nevertheless she con. tinued to do those things which went far to dub and brand her as bluestock. ing. Her latest fad, into which she was putting her whole soul and energy, was the writing of nove., the purpose oi which was to extol and beautify the lives of little colony of Hungarians who had insinuated themselves into the Ghetto and had lived there apart from the world, seemingly untouched by the degradation and poverty which sur rounded them.