Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1907-07-20

stall tickets I've been presented with for
tomorrow nights Albert Hall concert"
How kind of you'll I'm so sorry
can't go"
How about Walter?'
He's dining at his club with busi-
ness friend tonight, but I'm nearly sure
he has tomorrow evening free. Will you
leave a ticket on the chance of his GO
Iing?"
Il shall be delighted"
He saw by her restless manner that
she wished him to 90. He held out his
hand.
| Good bye. and pleasant time When
do you start"
by the boat train. You won't think
I'm hurrying you off. but Pm so behind
with the packing. Thank you so much
for the ticket! If Walter can't 90, he'll
post it back to you tonight"
The interview was over almost as soon
as it had begun.
After dining alone in simple fashion at
his fiat, Stevens remembered the third
and hitherto unallotted ticket for the
following evenings concert He would
walk round and offer it to Harry Forbes
the Wainwright, Forbes and him
Iself-would enjoy the music together.
/ VIM ldNO1Cu di SA5bAC buoLSS anu
preference for living in an artistic
neighborhood, resided in a small house in
Saint Johns Wood A man and his
wife composed the domestic staff. The
man opened the door.
Mr.. Forbes isn't at home, sir-in
fact. he won't be home tonight at all"
Has he gone far?"
ITO Paris, sir"
Stevens shot back as if he had been
struck.
Paris, tonight?''
Yes, sir!"
Harry Forbes and Edith Wainwright
both crossing to Paris tonight-good
heavens, what could this mean? Ger
tainly more than mere coincidence.
| They had planned it-these two.
Mrs. Wainwright's strange behavior
this evening was a mystery no longer;
the key had been found. Like all ideal
lists, Stevens had been blind to the
strange moves of such a very subtle
game. Certain words of Forbes-allu-
sions of his to Mrs. Wainwright of SEEM
| ingly no special gnificance-stood de-
| fined as by a searchlight.
| Stevens hurried down the street. He
could see the tail of lights of a cab-rank
at the foot. If he jumped into a han
som at once, he reckoned that he would
be at Charing Cross fifteen minutes or
more before the boat train was due to
start. Probably Forbes and Mrs. Vain
wright had arranged the station as their
meeting place. 1t was most probable
that he would precede either of them,
and this was the thing he desired.
Hailing the first hanson on the rank,
he noticed with satisfaction that the
horse was a good one.
"Charing Cross! I've not too much
time"
Perspiration was streaming from him,
although the night was cold. He had
one fixed idea in his mind-at all cost
to save those two from themselves
At last his vehicle entered the station
yard.
He sprang out, paid the driver, and
glanced hurriedly around. There was no
sign of a familiar face.
GuardedlY he moved along the nearest
passage feading into the station itself
His gaze ranged round the big expanse:
there was no one he knew. He went to
the far end and found seat in a dark
obscure place, with comprehensive view
of the platform. In five minutes surely
one of them would be here, unless, in
deed, Fate had played him an ill-turn
and he had selected the wrong station
All, that was Forbes crossing to the
bookstall. He threw down coin, picked
up an evening paper-strange that even
in the great crisis of life man cannot
do without his paper!- land stood there
waiting, his portmanteau on the ground
beside him. Clearly the bookstall had
been chosen as the place of meeting.
Unobserved by him, Stevens crept out
of the station-back into the yard. Sew
eral cabs We're turning in Here was
one with lady in it. No, it was not
Edith Wainwright-a darker woman al
together. She would be here in. two or
three minutes, though. if she were COM
ing at all. No w0nlaH would arrive on
such an occasion at the very last mo-
ment.
A minutes lull in the stream of cabs,
then one entered the gates, closely fol
lowed by another. But Stevens had
only eyes for the first Although its
solitary occupant sat wen lack ana was
yelled, he knew that it was Edith Vain
wright.
As the cab drew up Stevens moved
forward. A porter pushed back the
doors, and Mrs. Wainwright stepped
out, her eyes upon the ground. Only
when she reached the pavement did she
see him standing before her. A tiny cry
escaped her lips.
0blivious to all else, Stevens had not
seen man jump out of the second cab.
Suddenly he felt strong hand on his
shoulder. He turned and faced-Walter
Wainwright. The latter's face was full
of surprise, horror, anger
I
man." He turned to his wife Edith.
get back into the cab, please. You and /
will drive home together"
Utterly dazed, the woman obeyed him.
With his foot on the step, Wainwright
turned to Stevens.
MY soul, l thought better of you
than this"
But Stevens answered never a word. /
The hanson moved away. For a mo-
ment Stevens leant against a pillar. He
had kept silent to save his friend Forbes,
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