Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1908-07-30

to make inquiries as to the past his.
tory OF Mr. Mayhem, Mr.. Pinder
smiled and looked blank. Either he
knew nothing or he was not to be
drawn.
Clement spent half an hour in Mr..
Finders company, and then went out
into the street feeling more miserable
and perplexed than ever. He tried 10
put himself, in Marion's place. A
young girl in q foreign country, with
out friends, without credentials, and
with very limited means-what would
she be likely to do under such circum-
stances? Where would she be likely
to go?
Mr.. Pinder had spoken of her in
shutting inquiries in other directions.
But what had she to inquire into?
What information did she expect to
gain? Any one in more hopeless po-
sition he could not conceive.
He stood for several moments look.
ing along the street wondering what
he should do next. The common
sense course seemed to be to go back
to the station and take the first train
home. He had gained nothing by
coming to Exeter; as far as he could
see he would gain nothing by remain
ing.
He looked at his watch. 1t was
little past ! o'clock and he had had
nothing to eat since very early
breakfast.
A policeman loitered toward him
"Is there good hotel near her."
Clement inquired.
Yes, sir. In the very next street,
sir. The best in tn city"
Thanks
"Firs' turn to the left and 500 yards
doWr on the right-hand side'
b Clement hurried away in the direc-
ton indicated, and ten minutes later
was sitting down to substantial
lunch. He was still undecided what
to do. To return by the next train
would reveal sad lack of enterprise
He had come with the express object
of finding the whereabouts Of Marion
West, and 1t would be cowardIy to
give up the first failure. Exeter was
not very big place. Most Of the
people crowded into a few streets,
and he ought to have no difficulty in
tracking her down sooner or later.
He might begin with the hotels and
boarding houses. Perhaps the news
papers supplied visitors lists. He
had not got to the end of all things
yet.
He ate his lunch with good ap-
petite and began to feel a little more
cheerful.
"I'll have a cup of coffee in the
lounge" he said to the waiter, and he
went out and lighted a cigar. There
We're about twenty people in the din
ingroom, half Of whom were ladies'.
He scarcely noticed them as he
passed out; his thoughts were intent
on other things. But while he was
stirring his coffee he reflected that
this would be a likely place for Ma
rion to visit, as 1t was clearly well
patronized by ladies. At the far end
Of the lounge was the drawing room,
the door of which stood ajar They
chat with their male friends while
the latter smoked. Only one lady, so
far as he could ascertain, had sought
the seclusion OF the drawing room.
When he had finished his cigar he
rose from his wicker chair and saun-
tered down the lounge. Pushing the
drawing room door a little farther
open ne looked in.
There was sudden movement. a
little exclamation Of surprise, and Ma
rion West, flushed and trembling
stood before him.
you here" she exclaimed. "Oh.
it is good to see familiar face
The light of a great gladness came
into his eyes. Even if he found Ma
rion he scarcely dared hope for such
welcome.
Il came on purpose to find you" he
said, making strong effort to keen
his voice steady. "Why have you
never written to us?"
"Oh, I don't know. Don't ask me
please. 1t seems very ungrateful,
know, but have been at my wits
end. And / could not trespass farther
on your generosity"
To Be contInued,)
An Unstable Laborinq Class,