The Kootenai herald. [volume] (Kootenai, Idaho) 1891-1904, 1904-09-23

in a certain tier, he had often seen a
certain head. 1t was a shapely head,
ringleted as close as a 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 wisdom 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
embarrassing wall OF an uninteresting
building, he was thinking for the most
part how strange ii was that he, who
had come gaily UP the road Of life,
heart whole and fancy free, until he
had reached his thirdeth milestone,
should all at once be beset by the
most chtmerical hopes. the most fu-
tile desires. the most glorious of cha
otto imaginings.
1t was lunacy, he told himself
stark, staring lunacy-that he should
go on his way with a bounding heart
and a feeling of the most senseless
exhilara ton, just because he had pass
ed a glrlish 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
garments. And the worst of it was
that he could not bring himself to be
indignant with himself for being such
a fool!
you like to be foolr he told him
self angrily. You're hugging your fol
| ly! AND much good 1t will do youl
You've not got enough sense, Jack Be
renson, to last crazy man till break
fast timer
With which hnal 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
II 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 stree
crossing, had placed a belonging o.
hers In his possession.
But when he had sailed forth witt
his prize his courage almost faileC
him. And when the elevator man lie
him off at the eighth floor, as hidden
it was an insane desire to make his i'm
mediate escape by way of the stair
case that overwhelmed him. But h
pulled himself together and went to
ri Of Off
which he knew occupied that particu
lar angle of the big building. Some o
the physicians whose names were In
scribed on the tablet in the corrido
were friends OF his.
Hope l don't run into Norton, o
Schriener, or MacIntyre," he said
Hope l don't"
But he did-all three Of them. The
and a few of their professional assc
ciates had met in the reception roor
, previous TO attending a medical cor
vention in body. 1t seemed to poo
, Berenson, standing helplessly in tn
doorway with his package In his hanC
. that the place was packed with eyes
curious, inquisitive, hooking eyesl
, But a few voices called out pleasan
| ly enough, 'nallo-how dye do. b
J rensonr" And MacIntyre came 10
, ward with a smile that made his ugl
! countenance quite charming.
"Your-the young lady" stamme
: ed Jack. He held out the packae
much as though II were letter OF II
' PRODUCTION "She lost this and"
8 "Oh. seelr The doctor turned has
?. lily. Miss Meredith he called.