The daily tribune., 1907-07-26

BILE during the short journey to New
York, nor In establishing themselves
comfortably in their staterooms ON
board the boat: but the first three
days at sea were very rough and the
ladies scarcely left their berths. On
the fourth day clear blue sky and
warm sun enticed Kathleen into her
steamer chair on deck. She had sat
there half an hour in listless endur.
ance OF an uncomfortable position,
when low voice said In her ear.
III you'll let me put this cushion
at your head, and readjust your foot
rest, think you'll be easier"
Charlie Haywood"
At your service"
why, how In the world" she be-
gan delightedly, then her whole figure
stiffened. This is never going to do
at ALL" she finished with decision.
Haywood busted himself with the
cushion and the foot-rest and did not
seem to hear.
Il am travelling with my aunt" she
began again, with some asperity.
Certainly" he responded cheerful
There, now ! am sure you will be
more comfortable" And he bowed
| himself off.
All through the rest of the voyage
Kathleen did not see him once, though
| she watched for him every day-flrst
| fearfully, then resentfuily.
When once again on land, Kathleen
| stood guard over her trunks and trav.
eling-bags with a frowning face.
why cant they have checks over
here and transfer ones baggage In a
good, Christian manner?" she de
manded wrathfully of her aunt.
Suppose | attend to 1t for you"
| suggested Haywood at her elbow
"Oh. then you are on earth!" re-
| turned Kathleen. bit ungraciously,
though a relieved look came into her
| eyes. The look remained until Hey
wood had seen then enroute for their
hotel then it changed to one very like
regret as his form was lost to sight in
the crowd,
"Er-ah-whats Charlie doing over
| here" inquired Mrs. Howels, with
the hesitation one always showed In
asking Kathleen questions regarding
| heywood
Business, he says she replied,
| with shrug of her shoulders
In London Kathleen saw Haywood
| Just three times-once when she and
her aunt lost their bearings on the
Strand. again when he obtained for
them permission to enter certain
| palace which they wanted very much
| to see, and third time when in a
| panic in a London theater made his
presence something in the nature of a
| godsend.
Charlie Haywood has a remarkable
faculty of making his advent delight.
| fully opportune!" observed Mrs. How.
ellis, with shrewd glance at Kath.
leen's face.
"Humphl 1t strikes me he's little
bit ofiicious." retorted Kathleen, again
trying to Danish with scornfulness
that curious thrill.
Kathleen had friends in Paris, and
she danced and fiirted and drove and
shopped in an endless whirl of gayety.
Days passed. Save with the eye OF
her fancy. Kathleen had not once seen
Haywood. though she looked for him
at every turn. One afternoon, ignor.
ing the fact that Paris Is not New
York, she slipped out alone for a short
walk. She was strangely restless, and
her feet flew faster and faster; even
then, they seemed to her to be but
crawling over the pavements. An
hour passed and she turned to go
back, but after another Commute
walk, she awoke to a realization that
she had lost her way.
How stupid of mel" she murmur.
ed, biting her lips with annoyance.
She stopped to rest at table in an
open'air restaurant, but when be.
ringed, bestudded man slipped Into
the seat at her left, she fed again to
the sidewalk.
You are looking for some one?' a
voice at her side suggested
A sudden throb OF joy tingled to
Kathleen's flnger-tips.
"Go-go away" she cried feebly,
glorying In the absolute certainty that
the man wouldn't obey her.
Right away-now?" he asked.
She nodded-but drew nearer to
him.
Tim tired Of being rescued, Char
lie" she laughed. hysterically.
He gave keen glance at her flush
ed checks and hailed a carriage. He
helped her In without speaking. gave
an order to the driver. and seated him.
self at her side.
How stupid Of mel never thought
OF a carriage" she quavered. brushing
back the loose hair from her eyes.
She stole n glance ut the mans
gloomy face, and n rose-pink flushed
TO her forehead. Let me see" she
went on softly. IAN automobile, n
cushion. At"
DON'T" he interrupted harshly.
But. really" she continued. n queer