The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1909-05-10

W nasl~H MS neartS peat Dy SO mucn
as single throb
He was. Notwithstanding. sufficient
ly grateful TO such OF them as favored
him with their shy regard. II awoke
IN his mind some vague. half-humor-
Gus speculation as TO whether he
should not one OF these days open a
new account with fate. and. drawing
on that. start out In quest OF his own
ideal.
| He was free to do so. He might
perhaps find the living embodiment OF
that dear dream maiden. Quaintance
was no idle sentimentalist, but, like
most men who have led lonely lives.
he had. at his leisure. fashioned for
himself an idol and much more angelic
than human.
But what had he, a hardened adven-
turer. 10 do with these dinty, deli
cate damsels. whose happy lives had
been such all obvious contrast 10 his.
In front OF the Night and Day bank
his errant glance was arrested and
held. for a moment, by face which
had come through the doorway, and
passed him at speed, TO be swallowed
up in the dense. moving mass OF hui
manity on the broad sidewalk.
THE deuce!" said Quaintance, and
stoppei short.
The Gence," said he, ani turned.
as speedily as he might In the press,
prodIgiousl3 anxious to find out which
way ohe had gone. But she was gone.
"Contound it," he raped out wrath
fully. Il must be wrong in the head.
don't know why | should be staring
after strange girl like n pumpkin
when | ought TO be at the bank"
II was surely absurd to allow any
such fugitive glimpse OF face. no mat
ter low fair. to interfere with his own
hard-won peace OF mind. He resolute-
ly srrove TO erase its blurred outline
from his memory. to dismiss from his
mind all recollection OF its mitsy.
sweet eyes. He was no gallant adven-
turer among women. The girl could
be nothing TO him.
At last he entered the Night and
Day bank with his old good-humored,
leisurely air. AS far as his outward
appearance went he had not q care in
the world.
The process Of opening an account
was not unduly complicated. He had
neither introduction nor references.
but he had, what was probably more
to the point, negotiable sight drafts
for q very satisfactory sum THE
Night and Day bank asked him two
or three pertinent questions. and re-
quested that he record his signature
In Its registers for future reference.
He did SO. subscribing himself in q
bold hand, "A. Newman" Endorsed the
drafts In the same name. and. having
laid down the pen, produced from a
waistcoat-pocket small chamois-
leather case.
I'D like TO leave this with you, too"
he said carelessly to the banker, who
raised his eyebrows in quick surprise
when he saw what the case contained.
MY dear Mr.. Newman" he pro.
tested grayely. You surely don't real
ize the risk you run in carrying such
valuables loose In your pockets. The
least skillful thief on Fifth-ave might
easily have relieved you OF them and
you no doubt came through the
crowd with your coat wide open? It's
very evident that you're a newcomer
in New York;"
His client smiled pleasantly.
I've carried them loose In my peck.
cts for over year." he asserted, and
In much more dangerous places than
Fifth-ave. But the main point is that
they're safely here. and here | want
them TO stay-if you'll keep them for
me. There are only two, and I'll take
your receipt for a stated value OF S4O,.
900 apiece, IL you're agreeable"
They're worth more than that, OF
course" said the banker. examining
the glorious rose-colored diamonds
which Quaintance had pushed across
TO him. and their owner nodded.
Yes, a good deal more"
We'll put them in safe deposit for
you, Mr.. Newman" suggested the man
OF money, and Mr.. Newman" having
pocketed the key to the box departed.
on the best OF terms with the Night
and Day bank and himself. lie was
pleased that the name he had given
had passed unchallenged, and was en-
couraged to believe that his old iden.
tity was safely inferred with the past.
so. let's see.'' he said very cheer
fully to himself as he left the bank.
| want to wash the taste of ships food
out OF my mouth. Mr.. Newman's'
health in bottle OF sparkling Bur-
gundy. at some cool spot on the sea
shore of Bohemia, would just about
fill the bill" He thought once more
and for the last time OF the girl with
the troubled eyes he had seen on the
steps OF the bank.
II wish she had Just looked round"
he unused regretfully. But It's too
late now TO mourn over that mis-.
chance. Fate was too much for me
after all. don't believe I'd know
her again II saw her.