The Huttig news., 1910-09-03

was broken music.
 You've violated the traffic regula- tions, and made all this trouble. that's what you've done"
 I'm on very important errand, she began, and"
 q can't help that, miss, you ought to have had some one with you that knew the rules"
 Her eyes were perpleXed, and she looked about her as if for help. For a moment her gaze fell on Orme. who was close to the policeman's elbow
 Now, Orme had winning and dis arming smile. Without hesitation. he touched the policeman on the shoul- der beamed pleasantly. and said: Pardon me, officer, but this car was forced over by that dfay'
 She was on the wrong side re- turned the policeman, after glance which modified his first intention to take offence. "She had no business over here"
 Tt was either that or a collision. My wheel was scraped. as it was" She. too. was smiling now. The policeman pondered He liked to be called officer" he liked to be smiled upon; and the girl. to judge 1 from her manner and appearance, might well be the daughter of man of position We'll he said after a moment, be more careful another time" He turned and went back to his work among the other vehicles. covering the weakness of his sur render by fresh display of angry au- thority
 The girl gave a little sigh of relief and looked at Orme. Thank you" she said.
 Then he remembered that he did not know this giIl. "Can I be of further service?" he asked.
 No" she answered. 'I think not But thank you just the same" She gave him a friendly little nod and turned to the steering gear.
 There was nothing for it but to go. and Orme returned to the c1rb A moment later he saw the black car move slowly away, and he felt as though something sweet and fine were going out of his life. If only there had been some way to prolong the incidenti He knew intuitiveiy that this girl belonged to his own class. Any insignificant acquaintance might introduce them to each other And yet convention now thrust them apart
 Sometime he might meet her. ln- deed, he determined to find out who she was and make that sometime certainty He would prolong his stay in Chicago and search society until he found her No one had ever before sent such a thrill through his heart. He must find her. become her friend. perhaps But. again he laughed to himself, What a boor I ami"
 After all she was but a passing stranger, and the pleasant reverie into which his glimpse of her had led him was only reverie. The memory of her beauty and elusive charm would disappear; his vivid impression of her would be effaced. But even while he thought this he found himself again wondering who she was and how he could find her. He could not drive her from his mind.
 Meantime he had proceeded slowly on his way Suddenly benevolent, white-bearded man halted him, with a deprecating gesture Excuse me, sir he began, but your hat
 Orme lifted his straw hat from his head. A glance showed him that it was disfigured by great blotch of black grease He had held his hat in his hand while talking to the girl, and it must have touched her car at point where the axle of the dray had rubbed. So this was his one me mento of the incident
 He thanked the stranger, and walked to nearby hatter's, where ready clerk set before him hats of all styles. He selected one quickly and left his soiled hat to be cleaned and sent home later.
 Offering a ten-dollar bill in payment he received in change five-dollar bill and a silver dollar He gave the coin 1 a second glance. It was the first sill yer dollar that he had handled for some time, for he seldom visited the west.
 There's no charge for the clean ing" said the clerk, noting down Orme's name and address. and hand ing the soiled hat to the cash boy.
 Orme. meantime, was on the point of folding the fve-dollar bill to put it into his pocket book. Suddenly he looked at it intently. Written in ink across the face of it, were the words: Remember Person You Pay This To"
 The writing was apparently a hur ried scrawl, but the letters were large and quite legible. They appeared to have been written on an uneven sur face, for there were several jogs and breaks in the writing. as if the pen had slipped.
 This is curious remarked Orme. The clerk bilnked his watery eyes