The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1906-12-12

aimlessly With the sting of
the outer air the recollection of
last nights adventure came back upon
him. Since the hour Of his waking it
had hung about with vague per
sistence, but now in the clear light of
day it seemed to stand out with full
er peculiarly.
The thing was preposterous, never
theless 1t was genuine He was wear
ing the overcoat he had worn the night
before, and, acting on impulse, he thrust
his hand into the pocket and drew out
the strangers card.
'NIr John Loder!" He read the name
over as he walked along, and 1t me-
chanically repeated itself In his brain,
falling into measure with his steps.
Who was John Loder? What was he?
The questions tantalized him till his
pace unconsciously increased. The
thought that two men so absurdly
alike could inhabit the same city and
remain unknown to each other faced
him as a problem. 1t tangled with his
personal worries and aggravated them.
There seemed to be almost a danger in
such an extraordinary likeness. He be-
gan to regret his impetuosity IN thrust
ing his card upon the man. Then,
again, how he had let himself go on
the subject of Lexington! How mar
rowly he had escaped compromise!
He turned hot and cold at the recollec-
ton of what he had said and what he
might have said Then for the first
time he paused in his walk and looked
about him.
On leaving Grosvenor square he had
turned westward. moving rapidly till
the Marble arch was reached. There.
still oblivious to his surroundings, he
had crossed the roadway to the Edg-
ware road, passing along It to the
labyrinth OF shabby streets that lie be-
hind Paddington. Now, Gs he glanced
about him, he saw with some surprise
how far he had come.
The damp remnants of the fog still
hung about the housetops in a flmy
veil There were no glimpses of green
to break the monotony of tone. All
was quiet, dingy. neglected. But to
Chilcote the shabbiness was restful,
the subdued atmosphere a satisfaction.
Among these sad houses, these passers-
by, each filled with his own concerns,
he experienced a sense Of respite and
relief In the fashionable streets that
bounded his own horizon IL q man
paused in his walk to work out an idea
he instantly drew a crowd Of inquisi-
tive or contemptuous eyes. Here If a
man halted for half an hour it was no
body's business but his own.
Enjoying this thought, he wandered
on for close upon an hour. moving
from one street to another with steps
that were lstless or rapid, as inclina-
ton prompted. Then, still acting with
vagrant aimlessness, he stopped in his
wanderfngs and entered a small eating
house.
The place was low ceiled and dirty,
the air hot and steaming with the
smell of food. but Chilcote passed
through the door and moved to one of
the tables with no expression Of dis
gust and with far less furtive watch
fulness than he used in his own house
BY a curious mental twist he felt
greater freedom. larger opportunities
IN drab surroundings such as these
than In the broad issues and weighty
responsibilities of his own life. Choos
ing a corner seat. he called for coffee
and there. protected by shadow and
wrapped in cigarette smoke, be SCI
about imagining himself some vagran'
unit who had slipped his moorings and
was blissfully adrift
The Imagination was pleasant while
It lasted, but with him nothing wa:
permanent OF late the greater par
OF his sufferings had been comprised
in the irritable fckleness of all hi:
aims-the distaste for and impossible
ty Of sustained effort In any direction
He had barely lighted a second cigar
cite when the old restlessness fel
upon him. He stirred nervously In his