Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1910-12-01

How could he best set about to find
her? She might be, like himself, a
in the city. But there was the
car. Well, she might have
run in from one of the suburbs. He
could think of no better plan than to
call that evening on the Wallinghams
and describe the unknown to Bessie
and try to get her assistance. Bessie
would divine the situation, and she
would guy him numerically, he knew;
but he would face even that for an
other glimpse Of the girl Of the car.
And at that moment he was start
led by a sharp explosion. He looked
to the street. There was the black
car, humping along with one fiat tire.
The girl threw on the brakes and
came to a stop.
In an instant Orme was in the
street. If he thought that she would
not remember him, her first glance al
tered the assumption, for she looked
down at him with a ready smile and
said: you see. I do need you again,
after all"
AS for Orme, he could think of
nothing better to say than simply: Il
am glad" With that he began to I'M
fasten the spare tire.
II shall watch you with interest"
she went on. II know how to run a
c%ar--though you might not think it
but 1 don't know how to repair one"
That's a mans job, anyway" said
Orme, busy now with the jack. which
was slowly raising the wheel from
the pavement.
"Shall l get out?" she asked. Does
my weight make any difference?"
Not at ALL" said Orme; but, never
theless, she descended to the street
and stood beside him while he worked.
II didn't know there were all those
funny things inside" she unused.
Orme laughed. Her comment was
vague, but to him 1t was enough just
to hear her voice. He had got the
wheel clear Of the street and was
taking off the burst tire.
1--WE seem fated to meet" she said.
Orme looked up at her. II hope you
won't think me a cad," he said, "if
say that / hope we may meet many
times"
Her little frown warned him that
she had misunderstood.
do you happen to know the Tom
Wallinghams?" he asked.
Her smile returned. II know 9
Tom Wallingham and a Bessie Wall
ingham."
They're good friends of mine
Don't you think that they might intro
duce us?".
"They might" she v~ouchsafed, II
they happened to see us both at the
same time"
Orme returned to his task. Tit
crowd that always gathers was nov
close about them, and there was littl
opportunity for talk. He finished hi
job neatly, and slowed away the oil
tire.
She was in the car before he coul'
offer to help her. THANK you again,
she said.
eff only you will let me arrange |
with the Wallinghams," he faltered.
II will think about It." She smiled
He felt that she was slipping away
"Give me some clue" he begged.
Where is your spirit Of romance?
she rallied at him; then apparently re
lenting: Perhaps the next time W
meet"
Orme groaned. With a little no
like that which had dismissed him g
the time Of his first service to he
she pulled the lever and the ca
moved away.
Tumult in his breast, Orme Wake
on. He watched the black car threa
its way down the street and disappea
around a corner. Then he gave hin
self over to his own bewildering r
Elections, and he was still busy wit
them when he found himself at til
, entrance of the Pere Marquette. +
had crossed the Rush street bride
and found his way up to the Lal
Shore drive almost without realizir
whittier he was going.
Orme had come to Chicago at Il
: request of eastern clients to meet ha
} way the owners of a western minir
/ property. When he registered at Il
Annex he found awaiting him a tel
| gram saying that they had been d
! tanned at Denver and must necessal
r ly be two days late. Besides the tel
I gram, there had been q letter for hi
! "a letter from his friend, Jack Ba
. ter, to whom he had written of b
1 coming. Jack had left the city
! business, 1t appeared, but he urg'
4 Orme to make free of his North si
i apartment. So Orme left the Ann
and went to the rather too gorgeo,
but very luxurious, Pere Marquett
where he found that the staff HI
been instructed to keep a close e
I on his comfort, All this had ha
penedsb but three short hours ago.
], After getting back to the apartmel
Orme's first thought was to telepho
: to Bessie Wallingham. He decide
d however, to wait till after dinner.
/" did not like to appear too eager.
n he went down to the public diniI
/? room and ate what was placed befo
him, and returned to his apartme
9 just at dusk.
In a few moments he got Bess
Wallingham on the wire.
8 why, Robert Orme!" she
claimed. Wherever did you col
d 'FRONT.'"
It "The usual saace. Are you a
i Tom at home this EVENING"