The Sisseton weekly standard. (Sisseton, Roberts County, S.D.) 1892-1929, 1907-11-29

the same time she would have a little
chat with May Wilson.
Glare, not having anybody with a
motor handy, drove to Regent street
In hanson, and went in smiling at
the members of the staff who came
forward eagerly to greet her.
She went up into the show room on
the first floor where she was in the
habit of finding May, and did not see
her.
Where's May?" she said. us she
out?"
She's not been at all we'll lately"
said the superintendent of the room
"and she looked SO i'll when she came
this morning that l told her to go
home. She looks as if she were going
to have serious illness.
ooh, l am sorry!" exclaimed Claire
Poor May! Is she still living over
at Remington, at that pretty little
talking about?"
Eyes"
do you think she would mind II I
called there to see her? I've never
been, you know"
II think 1T would be awfully good Of
you to go, Miss Barton" said the
superintendent. MAY thinks a great
deal OF you, and I'm sure you'd cheer
her up. She seems dreadfnlly low
spirited and down. A visit from you
might cheer her up and do her all the
good in the world"
Then I'll go this afternoon" said
Claire. II shall be anxious till know
If there is anything really the matter.
I'll send her wire to say I'm coming
on to see her, then she'll expect me-"
Claire Barton drove to the tele-
graph office and dispatched wire to
the address the superintendent had
copied out for her:
Sorry to hear you are not WELL Am
calling at four.-Claire"
At 4 o'clock Claire Barton knocked
at the door of The Winery, and TUNA
answered the summons.
els Miss Wilson at homer" asked
the visitor.
Tuna was so overcome with the
magnificence Of the visitors toilet
it was far grander than anything Mrs.
Peyton Pteherick ever came in-that
for moment she made no reply.
She was studying the skirt of the
lady's dress, and wondering whether
it was too late to tell her dressmaker
what it was like and have her own
made like it for the policemen's fete
at the Palace.
So Claire repeated her question:
Miss Wilson, did you say, ma am?"
stammered 'Tunia, still studying the
hang" of the skirt. mo, mum; she
amt never at home of an afternoon
except Saturdays and Sundays"
But thought she had come home
ILL.," said Claire. Il have been to
her.
Then the actress. hesitated.
1t had suddenly struck her that it
was not quite the thing for her to ex-
plain to maid-of-all-work that Miss
Wilson had left her place of business
in the morning to go home, and that
therefore her visitor was disturbed to
hear that she hadn't arrived.
DO you think" she said, after
hesitation. that it would
be any use my calling agaA?"
mot before at the earliest, ma'am.
Miss Wilson's never 'ome afore that,
'ceptin', of course. Saturdays and Sun
days."
Claire was worried. There was evil
IDENTIFY some mystery about May. In
Regent street they had told her that
she was very i'll, and had been sent
home soon after she came in the morn.
ing. 1t was now past and May had
not returned.
What could 1t mean?
There was nothing to be gained by
cross-questioning the servant, even il
such course had been permissible
So Claire looked in her case for a
card, and found that she had only one
with "The Pandora Theater" on it.
She thought that perhaps May
would not like that to be shown about
J00 mousse IN COuuCCIlOu Will uCT Wis.
itor, and 30 she gave Tuna verbal
Tell Miss Wilson that Miss Barton
called. and say will write to her."
Then Claire Barton went along the
street to the corner, where she had
left her hanson waiting. and drove
away very much perplexed In her
mind as to what could be happening
to her friend May.
Perhaps it's love affair."" she said
to herself, az the hanson went jerk
ing over the tramway lines. Thank
goodness, I've escaped that worry so
far. like Reggie Sinclair. but I'm not
i'll because he's left London for six
months. SO Of course / don't really
love him. don't suppose ever shall
be in love. But II a good-looking man
with good-looking income ever
comes along and offers to make me
My lady shall try and make up my
mind to like him. Poor May! How
different the lines Of our lives have
run!"