The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1905-05-12
"Perhaps." he acknowledged; "

Perhaps" he acknowledged; put
kept my hat slouched over my face,
and put me on a wig, and long coat;
you see it alters me somewhat
| smiled-a babe could have seen
through the trick. But no doubt my
enemy, he who had been instrumental
in my hurt, thinking me dead, did not
care to modest him.
"At last, desperate, | asked the
services of both Lady FELTON, and
Mistress Gwyn-they could ferret out
nothing new" he continued, and
was about at my end, when-lt IS
hardly an hour agone-I received
whispered word, Back alley, loot OF
Chune Street. Although | was after
her like flash--it was woman-she
escaped me; hid herself among the
wings or stage gim-cracks, where
came near to being lost. AS soon as
| found my way out lost no time in
coming here"
1T must have been Mag" Alice put
In.
"Who is Mag?" questioned Gil.
THE woman who rents these rooms
and lets us stay here with her" she
replied rather tartly.
THAT settles It," said he. Did
not say that all the mischief was con-
cocted by the petticoat army?"
"You did indeed" could not help
smiling at his manner. But they
also perform good services, witness
what Alice did-and would you have
been any the wiser as to my where
abouts If Mag had not informed your
"What did Alice do?" he quickly
asked.
"She dragged me here from where
she found me on Bow Street, and has
since cared for me-" l said. IF it
had not been for her, instead of find
ing quick man, you would have
found a corpse, If anyone at ALL"
"Em!" he muttered. ~ care not
they serve best where best paid.
must get you hence-I will send for
lorraine and stretcher. Who knows
but it may be trap?"
BEAST" calculated Alice. Know,
sir, that Mag would do no one mean
trick" she added to me.
treasured her with smile.
The mailman, Martin, whom she
had taken care of as a mother her
sick child, came out of his corner at
her raised voice, and laid his hand
timidly on her arm.
pretty Alice Lynson-pretty Alice
Lynson," he murmured, 81 know
where violets grow the color Of your
eyes-rosemary too, and fennel, and
here's rue for you. Why do you cry?
l will get you some" And he started
for the door.
mo, no." she said, "Alice is not
crying-you must stay with Alice"
The mailman hesitated and looked
longingly at the door.
Alice will cry, indeed, if you leave
her" she said. Thereat he came
back, and went into his corner, from
whence the grooming began again.
Gil watched the couple with shamed
ewes. but he was not satisfied and
muttered:
81 think it best to go and call Tor
raine. / kept Pat and him with me,
sir, for they could go into places that
| dared not venture for fear of recog-
milton. will be back with a stretch
err in a wink"
He would have gone, but l called
him back.
at is early yet, Gil, be in no haste"
| entreated.
"My lord, I have much to tell you,'
he pleaded.
Tell it here and now" COM
manded.
He gave a sigh of resignation.
do you know where the locllet is
that you wore pinned upon your coat
the night you left me?" he queried.
YES" | replied Had l not given
it myself to Rosemary?
where is it?" he demanded.
at appears to me, Gil, that you are
busying yourself about something
which does not concern you. My
God!" l started up only to fall back
again. How many days have lain
here?"
give days, SIR" replied Alice and
Gil in the same breath.
ITO be continued)