Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1910-06-25

sentlmental regrets. but sOmenoW
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 I'M
til 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 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 ad-
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, II was the chauffeurs business
to look out.
At the critical moment his calcula-
| lions were upset by 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 II
was little hand In a blue glove.
The hand released its hold on him
touched his shoulder, as II to attract
his attention, and pointed In the direc.
ton of the now vanishing car. Allan
understood that an effort had beer
made to save him from the conse
quences of his own recklessness and
he tried to seem grateful.
"Yes, see," he stammered. 'Y sup
pose II was rather close. Awfully
good Of you"
The brim OF the big hat was tiltet
with startling suddenness, disclosin,
face, winsome In spite OF Its pallor
"Yo-you can speak?" gasped thu
|
| fred
The situation was trying. Suddenl.
1t flashed upon him that his posses
sion of the normal faculties was al
offense to her. He tried to think o
an answer to make to her and sh
backed away from him, the waves o
color flooding her face.
And you can hear. too" she ac
cused him. you can't deny it."
Tin afraid l can't" said Altar
with real emotion.
"And you're not deaf and dumb a
all? ] was trying to save your life
I thought that you couldn't hear tn
horn and that you would be killed.
81 did hear it and / thought | ha
time to get across. But it was jus
as plucky of YOU" Allan cried.
shall never forget it. Never!"
She had her hands up over her face
He could see only the tips of her ear!
His admiring tribute had not comfor
ed her. She was thinking of some
thing else.
you heard me?" she cried in
Smothered voice-"that day In the re!
taurant? You couldn't have helpe
hearing every word. OH" her voic
rose in a wall. "Oh! What must 20
think of me?"
He came close to her. The stree
was full of people. Some passers-b
stared at the pair, the girl with he
face covered, as If she were crying
and the tall young man bending owe
2 her and plainly trying to comfort he
{ But, for all Allen knew, they tw
! were alone in some enchanted garden
I'D like to tell you what ! do thin
of YOU" he said, unsteadily. Som
i time when we're better acquainted
shall do IT, But without waiting
l can tell what think about mysel
{ and it's that I'm the luckiest fello'
e on earth to find you again. Now II
e going to walk along with you and fin
Y out what your name is-besides Win
fred"
t The client came promptly at clever
t And he waited as long as II Allan ha
a been an acknowledged ornament
!, the bar. rather than beginner wit
l. a name to make.