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were trotting smartly), she was sure
of both. Give me my bonnet" she
command, 'any bonnet, any gloves!
And my bag with some money!"
1t was as she flung through the door
that she threw her message to the
colonel back exactly as Randall had
submitted it. Miss Smith was coming
along the loggia. Don't stop mel"
said Mrs. Winter, sternly. I've seen
Archie; I'm after him."
Stop" cried Miss Smith-but it
was to the elevator boy who was whiz-
zing below them in his cage, not to her
employer; and she boarded the eleva-
tor with the older m I'll go
with you," she said. There was no
vibration in her ever tones, although
a bright red fickered up in her cheek.
But Rebecca Winter caught savagely
at her breath, which vas coming fast.
1T is not with the running; you
needn't think it, Janet" she painted.
sharply, in a second. 1T was the sight
of his face-so suddenly; l never ex-
pected any face would make my heart
pump like that again. All of which
shows"-she was speaking quite natur-
ally and placidly again-"that women
may grow too old for men to make
fools of them, but never for children.
Come; it was a shabby sort of hack
he was in, drawn by two horses with
auburn tails. Here's the office floor"
Not a word did Janet Smith say;
she was not a woman Of words in any
case. Moreover, the pace which Mrs.
Winter struck was too rapid for COM
ments or questions; 1t swept them
both past the palm-shaded patio into
the side hall, out on the noisy, daz-
zling, swaying street. Looking before
her, Miss Smith could see the dusty
body of hack a block away. Mrs.
Winter had stepped up to a huge
crimson motor car, in the front seat
of which lounged the chauffeur, his
forehead and eyes hunched under his
leather visor. The machine was puff
ing, with the engine working, ready
to leap forward at a touch of the lever.
Twenty dollars an hour if you let
ne get in now!" said Mrs. Winter,
lightly mounting by his side as she
spoke.
Hey, me? what" gurgled the
chauffeur, plucked out of a half-doze.
"Oh, say, beg your pardon. lady, but
this is hired, it belongs"
Il don't care to whom 1t belongs, l
have to have it." announced Mrs. Win
ter, calmly. Whoever hired it a get
another. I'll make it all right. You
start on and catch that hack with the
auburn-tailed horses"
I'll make it right with your farei"
Miss Smith cut in before the chauffeur
could answer Its a case of kidnap-
ing. You catch that cab!" She was
standing OF the curb, and even as she
spoke an elderly man and his wife
came out of the shop. They stared
from her to the automobile, and in
their gaze was a proprietary irrita-
ton. This was instantly transfused
by a more vivid emotion. The woman
looked shocked and compassionate.
"Oh, pal" she gasped, did you hear
that?"
The man was a country banker from
Iowa. He had a very quick, keen eye;
it flashed. Case of kidnapping, hey?"
snapped he. instantly grasping the
character of the speakers and jumping
at the situation. Take the auto,
madam. Get a move on you, Mr..
Chauffeur"
ooh, I'm moving, all right" called
the chauffeur, as he skillfully dived
his lower wheels under the projecting
load of a great wagon and obliquely
bumped over the edge of a street car
fender, pursued by the motorman's
curses. Il see EN-, lady; l see the red
tails; I'll catch 'em!"
His boast most likely had been made
good (since for another block they
bore straight on their c~ourse) but for