The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1908-07-31

tory OF Mr.. Mayhem, Mr.. Ptnde
smiled and looked blank. Either b,
knew nothing or he was not to b.
drawn.
Clement spent half IN hour in MI
Finders company, and then went GU
into the street feeling more miserabl,
and perplexed than ever. He tried t.
put himself In Marion's place. 4
young girl in q foreign country, with
out friends, without credentials. ant
with very limited means-what woule
she be likely to do under such circum
stances? Where would she be likely
to go?
MI. Pinder had spoken Of her In
shutting inquiries in other directions
But what had she to inquire into
What information did she expect t.
gain? Any n In a more hopeless 20
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 60 back
to the station and take the first train
home. He had gained nothing by
coming to Exeter; as far as he could
e he would gain nothing by remain.
ing.
He looked at his watch. 1t was a
little past l o'clock, and he had had
nothing to eat since a very early
breakfast.
A policeman loitered toward him.
"Is there a good hotel near here?"
Clement inquired.
Yes. sir. In the very next street,
sir. The best in the city"
Thanks"
First turn to the left and 500 yards
down on the right-hand side"
Clement hurried away in the direc-
ton indicated, and ten minutes later
was sitting down to a substantial
lunch. He was still undecided what
to do. To return by the next train
would reveal a sad lack Of enterprise.
He had come with the express object
Of finding the whereabouts of Marion
West, and 1t would be cowardly to
give up the first failure. Exeter was
not a very big place. Most OF the
people crowded into a few streets,
and he ought to have no dificulty in
tracking her down ooner 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 a good m
petite and began to feel a little more
cheerful.
"Ill have a cup Of coffee in the
lounge" he said to the waiter, and he
went out and lighted a cigar. There
were about twenty people in the din
ingroom. half OF whom were ladies'.
He scarcely noticed them ~ he
passed out; his thoughts were intent
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 we'll
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 ne 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 he looked in.
There was a sudden movement, a
little exclamation of surprise, and Ma
rion West, flushed and trembling
stood before him.
You here!" she exclaimed. ooh
1t Is good to see a familiar face"
The light Of a great gladness came
into his eyes. Even IL he found Ma
rion he scarcely dared hope for such
a welcome.
Il came on purpose to find you" he
said, making a strong effort to keep
his voice steady. "Why have you
never written to us?"
"Oh, l don't know. Don't ask me.
please. 1t seems very u~ngrateful.
know, but l have been at my wits
end. And could not trespass farther
on your generosity"
Ito Be Continued.)