New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1909-02-28

The bank clerk, and the sleeping car COMPANY
Nackenzies curt acceptance OF her mission brought
a wondering cry to her lips.
Il am naturally overioved at my selection for
this work she said. May ask how YOU came to
thinl, OF me-"
te-nined - he answered. d" We liked your crisp
way OF putting dull facts. | suppose, and thought
that young ladys impressions OF lie IN an Anglo
more attractive than mans. That IS all hope
YOU will enjoy Your experiences
But please. | want thank you
Not a word! Business IS business, YOU know,
II a thing Is worth dong, II must be done well
He datte-ed himself that he could spend another
mans money with lordly air as the youngest
journalist Feet-st. The difficulty was to md
the man with the money and Mackenzie had given
much thought during the Sabbath to the potential
ties that lay behind Sponsors whim. He was sure
the incident would not close with the publication OF
Miss Wyntons articles Judicousy handled, her
unknown benefactor might prove equally beneficial
@ Helen tripped out into Fleet-st. and turned her
- pretty face westward, and looked 50 eager and
happy that it Is not surprising If many man eyed
her as she passed and many woman sighed 70
think that another woman could find HE IN this
drearv city such Joyous thing.
\ sharp walk through the Strand and across
Trafalgar Square did good deal toward restoring
the poise of her wits For safety, she had pinned
the enveop containing her paper money and tickets
inside her blouse. The mere presence OF the sohd
little parcel reminded her at every movement that
she truly bound for the wonderful kngad1ne
and now that the notion was becoming familiar
she was the more aStOnShed that the choice of
The FREELY" had fallen her. 1t all very
we'll for Mr. Mackenzie TO say that the paper would
he frightened by a womans views on HE IN the
high Alps The poor, worn man looked as If such
a holiday would have done him a world of good
But the certain fact remained that there
room for error 1t she, Helen WyntOn, and
none other. for whom the gods had COntrived this
miracle, II it had been possible, she would have
crossed busy Cockspurst. with hop, skip, and
Jump in order to gain the sleeping companys
premises
She knew the place we'll Many a time had she
boxed at the attractive posters in the windows
those gorgeous t1ysheets that told OF winter in
summer among the mountains of Switzerland and
the IyrOl and OF summer winter along the summit
shores of the Cote d AZur. She almost laughed
aloud the thought that possessed her as she
waited for a moment on the curb TO allow press
Of traffic pass
If my luck holds till Christmas l may be sent
to Monte Carlo she said to herself. And why
not: It's the first step that counts, and The Fire
Nv once fairly embarked on a career of wild ex-
Under the pressure of that further inspiration
- she refused to wait any longer, but lodged
omnibus. motor car. and some hansoms and pushed
open the swing doors Of the Bureau de Id Compagnie
des Wagonslits She did not notice that the auto
mobile stopped very quickly few yards up the street
The occupant. Mark Bower, alighted, looked at her
through the window to make sure he was not mis-
taken and followed her into the building. He
addressed some question 70 attendant, and heard
Helen say:
Yes please Thursday will suit admirably |
am going straight through to St. MOrtz l shall
call on Wednesday and let you know what day L
wish to return.
If Bower had intended to speak to her, he seemed
to change his mind rather promptly. Helens back
was turned. She watching clerk writing out
voucher for her berth in the sleeping car, and the
office full OF other prospective travellers discuss
ing times and routes with the officials. Bower
thanked his informant for information that he could