Bluefield evening leader. [volume] (Bluefield, W. Va.) 1906-1911, 1909-08-19
=. DEAR FRIEND FROM FRANCE.

the brokerage Offices OF Mason & Rus
sell. Charley RuSgell impatiently took
w the receiver.
"Hcllo-Russell7 VIII you do some
thing for me?p
fhe young broker could barely dis
tinguiSh The words. on account of a
DuzEing Oh the wire. but concluded IL
TO be his partner with some leftover
business. Sure" he replied
No sooner was the affirmative spok-
en- than the confusion cleared and in
stead OF his partner he heard girllsh
| voice plunge into a food of directions,
Mademoiselle reaches Jersey City
at E1O Pennsylvania. Please bring
her to the Elk Moor, third floor front
We've just moved. I'm all alone and
can't 60"
You've the wrong" began Rus
sell politely.
No. I'm sure OF the train,' insisted
the sweet voice. she will have blue
ribbon, too. Isn't that fine? You're
darling TO GO
Before Russell could launch into OK
plantations, faint click came as the
! speaker hung up the receiver
Public station, party gone" said
the telephone girl blandly, when tho
broker frantically rang up central.
Russell sank back in his chair
aghast when he realized that there
was no alternative. He pulled out
his watch. Six-fifteen. Just time TO
meet the train. He ran over the frag-
mentary directions. smiled apprecia-
lively as he remembered the girls
concluding remark: you're a darling
TO 20" She did have a nice voice.
Then he snapped his desk shut and
left the office.
Sc that gent" announced a station
guard, as the evening crowds forged
through the train gates toward the
New York ferries. Detective watchin'
fer criminal"
"You'se'don't say So" And the sec
ond employe Joined the loiterers in
curious observation OF the nice look
Ing young man who approached eau
uously every foreign looking woman
and scrutinized her costume.
Russell mopped his brow This was
hard work. For an hour and a half
he had watched for belated trains. He
was beginning TO feel ridiculous. The
only decent thing was to report his
failure at the Elk Moor, so he crossed
the ferry, located the house in a d.
rectory. and was soon on a Broadway
car
When he stepped from the elevator
on the third floor, the boy directed
him three doors down "A dim corridor.
While he was cropping for the electric
button the door swung open and
hufy-haired girl stood poised ON the
| tip OF wave of light.
Il knew you would do it," she do
clated gladly.
| II beg your pardon" began Russell
The girl drew back in dismay at the
strange voice issuing from the dark
corridor.
| The French woman didn't Gomez
| The frank stare from the young
woman rather disordered his nicely
chosen words. but Russell floundered
| on.
You phoned--I met all the trains
but could not find T. Frepon woman
with single blue bow" e.,
| "A French woman?" The pretty
forehead wrinkled up in most en-
chanting fashion. "Why-the only
time / phoned was TO Russell to-
I'm Russell" smiled me young
man.
The girls blue eyes hooked frankly
| ina y;
she said.
Now we have it. The phone calls
got mixed. Baker Towne G. Co. have
Offices next to ours"
I'm awfully sorry"
I'm not Except for the French
girl. II only you could have seen me
watching the gates for ladies with
blue bows"
"Oh," cried the girl incoherently,
'Mademoiselle-'
She must have been depending on
her husband, probably. thought Rus
sell-the (nicest girls always were
marriedl TO meet dear friend from
France
81 will find her" he offered quickly.
for dinner"
The girl dropped into a chair; in the
dim light Russell saw that she shook
as II in a paroxysm of grief.
81 Will find her, Mrs Towne." no
promised eagerly. Anything TO stop
these pitiful sobR
The girl lifted her head. Her eyes
were full of tears. but the shine and
twinkle there were not OF sorrow.
French woman; Mrs Towne," she
cried with little ripples of laughter,
that left the man nonplussed why;
MademOiselle is my blue ribbon SPAN
Eel and Russell is-my cousin!"
The mans face cleared by magic.
let's find Mademoiselle." he sug-
ge8ted quietly. TO Introduce as"
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