Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1910-11-04

the Jewel, anu HIS pdSoIOh " ~ 49,
the sake of something finer than both
She looked out of the window. Inc
fickers of gas-lamps fell interm1ttent-
ly through it upon her. Her queer
vehicle was rafting crazily-JOltlng
as if every spring were at its last leap.
She was out of the quiet, blue street
Montgomery venue, with its lghtS,
it's glittering gilt names and Latin IN
sigma, was travelling by on either
side of her. The voice of the city was
growing louder in her ears, the crowd
on the pavement increased. She sat
looking out at the maze OF moving
lights and figures without seeing
them, intent on an idea that was
growing clearer, larger, moment by
mOmen in her mind.
Kerr's appearance in her garden
his capture of her-had not been the
fantastic freak it a seemed. He had
had his urpos He had taken her
out of her environment; he had car
ried her beyond succor or enace
just that he might carry them both
so much further and faster through
their differences. They had not
reached the point Of agreement yet,
but might they not on some other
ground, where they could be unchal-
lenged? It seemed to her if she could
only meet him on her own ground for
once-instead Of for ever on Clara's
or Harry's-only meet him alone,
where beyond their reach, it might be
accomplished, it might be brought to
the end she so wished.
The hack. which a been moving
along at a rapid pace, slowed now to
a walk among the t~hickening traffic,
and from a mere moving mass the
crowd appeared as individuals-a
| stream of dark figures and white
faces. Her eyes slipped from one to
another. Here one stood still on the
lamp-lit corner, looking down, with
lips moving quickly and silently. 1t
was strange to see those rapid, eager,
moving lips with no sound from them
audible. Then her yes were startled
by something familiar in the figure,
though the direct dOwn-glare of the
ball of light above him distorted the
features with shadows. She pressed
her face against the windOw-glaSS in
FACILITATING doubt. 1t was Harry.
She covered in the corner Of the
carriage. In a moment the risks Of
her situation were before her. Had
he seen her? Oh, no, at least not yet.
He had been too intent on WhOmever
he was talking to. She peered to
make sure that he was still safely on
the street corner. He was just Op-
posite, and now that the eddy of the
crowd had left a little clear space
around him, she saw with whom he
was talking. 1t was a small, very
small, shabby, n~ondescript man-pos-
sibly only a boy, so short ne seemed.
His back was toward her. His clothes
hung upon him with an odd un-Anglo-
Saxon air. He was foreign with a
foreignness no country could explain
Italian, Portuguese, Greek-whatever
he was, he was a strange foil to Har-
ry, so bright n FURNISHED.
The hack was turning. She re-
allied with dismay that it was turning
sharp around that very corner where
they stood. Suppose Harry should
chance to glance through it's window
and see Flora Gilsey sitting trembling
within. The hack wheezed and
cramped, and all at nee she heard
it scrape the curb. Then she was lost!
She looked up brave in her despera
ton, ready to meet HarryS eyes. She
saw the back of his head. For q
moment it doomed directly above her
then it moved. He was separating
from his companion. With n stride
he vanished out of the square frame
of the window, and there remained
: full fronting her, staring in upon her
) the face Of his companion.
Back flashed to her memory the
goldsmith's shop-dull HUGS and odor!
: all at once-and that wide unwinkinE
| stare that had fixed her from the 9th
er side of the counter. The blue-eyeC
Chinaman! In the glare of white
t light, in his terrible clearness an
n~earness, she knew him instantly.
The hack plunged forward, he fac
was gone. But she remained nerve
t less, powerless to move, frozen in he
t s~tupefaction, while her vehicle pull
e sued it's crazy course. 1t was clattel
ing ND Suffer street toward Kearney
IL where at this hour the town wa
widest awake, and the crowd was
g crowd she knew. At any instant pee
o ple she knew might be going in an
d out of the florists shops and restal
G rants. or passing her in carriage!
2. ana WndC Oh r1OId GA1oey III lie LIZ
d ing dress and garden hat, in a nigh
hawk of a Telegraph Hill hack, fyin
, through their midst like a mad won
4 an? They were the least of her fear
She had forgotten them. The onl
thing that remained to her was tn
memory of Harry and the blue-eye
Chinaman together IN the street co
ner.
d. She had been given a glimpse
s. that large scheme that Harry was ca
lg rying forward somewhere out of he
Is sight-such a glimpse as Clara ha
ID given her in the rifing Of her roof
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