Mexico Missouri message., 1910-05-26

| sentimental regrets. But somehow
the memory Of the girl whose name
was Winifred came back to Allan
often In his hours Of relaxation, or
when he heard sweet music. Some
times he dreamed of seeing her and
the Joy of recognition invariably
awoke him. And so things went UNI
I'll one crisp fall morning, when Fate
again took hand in the game.
Allan came out of his office in a
rush. He had some important mat
tiers to attend to before meeting a eli
ent. He had not yet reached the point
In his profession when he could safely
keep clients waiting. Accordingly he
started to cross the street, despite the
fact that touring car was bearing
down upon him, heralding its adj
vance by the aggressive toots. by
which the modern motorist asserts
his pre-eminent claim to the public
highway. Allan believed that he had
time enough to get across before the
car should strike him and that, any
way, 1t was the chauffeur's business
| to look out
At the critical moment his calcula-
tons were upset by a hand that
clutched him arm. He stopped and
pulled violently back, from under the
very wheels of the swerving car.
Allan got back to the sidewalk with
out knowing just what had happened
except that the hand that had first
clutched him still held fast to his arm.
Then, looking down, he saw that 1t
was a little hand in a blue glove.
The hand released its hold on him,
touched his shoulder, as If to attract
his attention, and pointed in the direc-
ton of the now vanishing car. Allan
understood that an effort had been
made to save him from the conse-
quences Of his own reckessness and
he tried to seem grateful.
Eyes, see." he stammered. II sup
pose It was rather close. Awfully
good of you"
The brim Of the big hat was tilted
with startling suddenness, disclosing
a face, winsome in spite of its pallor.
! "Yo-you can speak?" gasped the
girl-the girl whose name was VIM
fred.
The situation was trying. Suddenly
It flashed upon him that his posses
sion of the normal faculties was an
offense to her. He tried to think Of
an answer to make to her and she
backed away from him, the waves of
color flooding her face.
And you can hear, too" she &C.
cused him. "You can't deny It,"
Tim afraid / can't" said Allan,
with real emotion.
"And you're not deaf and dumb. at
all? l was trying to save your life.
1 thought that you couldn't hear the
horn and that you would be killed"
Il did hear it and l thought had
time to get across. But It was Just
as plucky of you" Allan cried. 81
shall never forget it. Never!"
She had her hands up over her face
He could see only the tips of her ears
His admiring tribute had not comfort
ed her. She was thinking of some
thing else.
you heard me?" she cried in a
smothered voice-"that day in the res
taurant? You couldn't have helped
hearing every word. Obi" her voice
rose in a wall. "Oh! What must you
think of me?"
He came close to her. The street
was full of people. Some passers-by
stared at the pair, the girl with her
face covered, as If she were crying,
and the tall young man bending over
her and plainly trying to comfort her.
But, for all Allen knew, they two
were alone in some enchanted garden.
I'D like to tell you what do think
of you," he said, unsteadily. Some
time when we're better acquainted l
shall do it. But without waiting l
can tell what l think about myself,
and it's that I'm the luckiest fellow
on earth to find you again. Now I'm
going to walk along with you and find
out what your name is-besides Wini-
fred"
The client came promptly at eleven.
And he waited as long as If Allan had
been an acknowledged ornament to
the bar. rather than beginner with
a name to make. ,......
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