Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1904-09-24

in certain tier, he had often seen a
certain head. 1t was a shapely head,
rlngleted as close as babys with
sunny brown curls. Indeed, so fire.
quently of late had he gone to his own
easement to discover if that particu-
lar bonnie head and rose-leaf face
were within range of his vision that
his business began to suffer from such
erratic absences.
Not that Jack Berenson was bother
ing himself about business. During
those minutes he stood, absorbed In
day dreams, staring apparently at the
unintereSting wall Of an uninteresdng
building, he was thinking for the most
part how strange 1t was that he, who
had come gally up the road of life,
heart whole and fancy free, until he
had reached his thirtieth milestone,
should all at once be beset by the
most chimerical hopes, the most fu-
tile desires, the most glorious of cha
otto imaginings.
1t was lunacy, be told himself
stark, staring lunacy-that he should
go on his way with a bounding heart
and a feeling OF the most senseless
exhilaration, just because he had pass
ed a girlish figure on the sidewalk
met the Indifferent glance of violet,
black-lashed eyes, looking forth from
beneath a white brow, or caught the
faint, elusive perfume Of her demure
h. -
that he could not bring himself to be
indignant with himself for being such
a fool!
You like to be a fool" he told him
self angrlly, You're hugging your fol-
ly And much good 1t will do you!
You've not got enough sense, Jack Be
renson, to last a crazy man till break
fast time"
With which Anal shot he was apt to
break away from his vigil, return
sternly to his desk and plunge into
work until-until he began to wonder
If she might have returned to her chair
in the window, or by any chance be
going out. Though whether out or in,
there had seemed slight chance Of
making her acquaintance before Fate,
in the guise of a treacherous street
crossing had placed belonging Of
hers In his possession.
But when he had sailed forth with
his prize his courage almost failed
! him. And when the elevator man let
! him off at the eighth floor, as hidden,
| il was an insane desire to make his i'm
mediate escape by way of the stair
| case that overwhelmed him. But he
pulled himself together and went to-
ward the suite of Doctors offices,
which he knew occupied that particu-
lar angle of the big building. Some of
| the physicians whose names were in
scribed on the tablet In the corridor
were friends Of his.
Hope | don't run into Norton, or
Schriener, or MacIntyre," he said.
Hope l don't"
But he did-all three Of them. They
and a few of their professional asso-
ciates had met in the reception room
previous to attending a medical con-
yention In a body. 1t seemed TO poor
Berenson. standing helplessly in the
doorway with his package In his hand,
that the place was packed with eyes
curious, inquisitive, hooking eyes!
But a few voices called out pleasant
" enough, 'nallo-hOw dye do, Be
rensonY" And MacIntyre came for
ward with a smile that made his ugly
countenance quite charming.
"Your-the young lady" stammer-
al lack. He held out the package
much as though It were letter Of In
PRODUCTION. "She lost this, and
"Oh. I see!r The doctor turned hast
H. ..Ntiss Meredith he called