Newport daily independent., 1903-01-13

 made him stagger as he sprang to his feet.
 live got to go home" the clerk was saying. five just had message my wife has been hurt--I'd-''
 Logan did not wait to listen Tho committee room was empty, and his secret perhaps already in the hands of the enemy.
 1 He hurried down the aisle with | stride that made bis nearer col. leagues turn to look after him, and ran to the stairs. The committee room seemed mile away. He ran into a watchman in uniform, and sent him sprawling. He dashed headlong through a group of tourists, and ran on without a word of apology. He heard his name called, but did not turn his head. Down the basement corridor in front of him he could see ! q woman in black walking swiftly. l He saw her vanish into the commit tee room, and an instant later he l flung himself through the door. The woman was half way across the l room. His enemies had lost by neck. She turned with low cry, and confronted him. In flash he saw that he could best protect his secret by not letting her know that her ruse had been suspected He bowed and held out his hand in his courtliest manner.
 What can I do for you, madam?" he asked, blandly.
 The woman recovered herself with a quickness equal to his own.
 T want to see Congressman Briggs she said, smiling. He's on this committee, is he not?"
 Yes answered Logan; ''but he's on the floor just now"
 The woman assumed pretty air of diffidence.
 Would you mind-would it be too much to ask you to find him for me ?'' she said. T don't like staying in the waiting room."
 Logan moved toward the door of the committee room.
 With pleasure,' he said, touching the bell; "I'll send for him at once."
 The woman gave faint gasp of dismay.
 q think after all, I won't trouble him to-day" she said. He may be speaking"
 The young congressman bowed her out politely. The messenger, who arrived moment later, found him closing the door of safe, in which now stood an empty dispatch box. A smile of triumph was on his face, and long and bulky envelope in his inside pocket marred the perfect fit of his frock coat.
 sIf 1 could find out who sent me that lying message about my wife being hurt I'd kill himi" said the confidential clerk a week later, as he walked beside his employer up the steps of the little house where feather-headed Ida was waiting to welcome the lion of the hour to her dinner table. "It was cruel trick, don't you think?"
 Logan smiled in reply. He had not told his clerk all the trick might have meant. He was still smiling as he stepped into the pretty little drawing room, and stood before a girl who had risen to receive him. The fluffy, vivid hair, the lines of the face, the flash of the smile, had been too deeply imprinted on his memory that day in the house to have lost any of their freshness during the week he had been seeking in vain for the girl who had saved him from de- feat
 My sister Lucy" the confidential clerk was saying. You and she ought to have at least one taste in common. She was a telegrapher be- fore she came here to be stenogra- pher for the man you wiped up the earth with last week.
 "It was only the merest chance" she said to him two hours after ward, when Ida had left them to- gether long enough for Logan to pour out his deep gratitude. q had | scolded Ida for letting her pride in Charley's devotion make her tell that widow that your safe combination | was her name, but I didn't realize what she had done till I overheard my employer quarreling with some body in his private office. He's got | it. I heard him say, and it's your fault! Now, I want you to get the woman to find out where it is and get it!' So I put two and two to- gether and"
 And the ultimate result of that putting two and two together to make victory was the putting of one and one together to make happiness. -Woman's Home Companion.
 An Exhorter's Little BIunder.