The Mt. Sterling advocate. (Mt. Sterling, Ky.) 1890-current, 1911-04-05
CHAPTER Xxx.
The liuht in the Dome.

The Light in the Dome.
From where he sat, in a tiny al
| cove which jutted out and encroached
upon the line of the sidewalk Mr..
| Grimm looked down on Pennsylvania
| Avenue the central thread of Wash
ington, ever changing, always brilliant,
splashed at regular intervals with
| light from high-fung electric arcs.
| The early theater crowd was in the
street; well dressed, we'll fed, care
less for the moment of all things save
physical comfort and amusement; au-
tomobiles, carriages, cabr, cars flow
cd past endlessly; and yet Mr. Grimm
saw naught of it. In the distance, at
one end of the avenue the dome of the
capital cleft the shadows of night, and
a single light sparkled at H. apex; in
the other direction, at the left of the
treasury building which abruptly
blocks the wide thoroughfare, were
the shimmering windows of the White
House.
Motionless, moody, thoughtful, Mr..
Grimm sat staring, staring straight
ahead, comprehending none of these
things which lay before him as in a
panorama. Instead, his memory was
conjuring up pair Of subtle, blue
gray eyes, now pleading, now coQuet-
fish, now frankly defiant; two slim,
white, wonderful hands; the echo OF
a pleasant, throaty laugh splendid,
elusive. radiant-haired phantom. Tru.
ly, woman of mystery! Who was
this Isabel Thorne who, for months
past, had been the storm-center anG
directing mind of vast international
intrigue which threatened the world
with war? Who, this remarkable
young woman who with ease and as
surance commanded ambassadors and
played nations as pawns?
Now that she was safely out of the
country Mr.. Grimm had leisure to
speculate. Upon him had devolved
the duty OF blocking her plans, and
he had done so-merciless alike of his
own feelings and Of hers. Hesitation
VI evasion had never occurred to him
1t was a thing to be done, and he did
It. He wondered II she had under
stood, there at the last beside the
rail? He wondered II she knew the
struggle It had cost him deliberately
to send her out of his life? Or had
even surmised that her expulsion
from the country. by his direct act,
was wholly lacking in the exaltation
of triumph to him; that it struck deep
err than that, below the listless, official
exterior, into his personal happiness?
And wondering, he knew that she did
understand.
A silent shod waiter came and
placed the coffee things at his elbow.
He didn't heed. The waiter poured
a demi-tasse, and inquiringly lifted a
lump of sugar In the silver tongs. Still
MI Grimm didn't heed. At last the
waiter deposited the sugar on the
edge OF the fragile saucer, and moved
away as silently as he had come. A
newspaper which Mr.. Grimm had
placed on the end of the table when
he sat down, ratified a little as a
breeze from the open window caught
1t, then the top sheet slid off and fell
10 the floor. Mr.. Grimm was still
staring out of the window.
Slowly the room behind him was
thinning of its crowd as the theater-
bound diners went out in twos and
threes. The last of these disappeared
nnally. and save for Mr. Grimm there
were not more than a dozen persons
left in the place. Thus for a few min
utes, and then the swinging doors
leading from the street clicked and
a gentleman entered. He glanced
around, as If seeking a seat near
window, then moved along in Mr..
Grimm's direction, between the rows
OF tables. His gaze fingered on Mr..
Grimm for an instant, and when he
came opposite he stopped and picked
up the fallen newspaper sheet.
Your paper?" he inquired courte.
ously.
Mr. Grimm was still gazing dream.
lily out Of the window.
Il beg pardon" insisted the new
conner pleasantly. He folded the pa.
per once and replaced it on the table.
One hand fingered for Just the fiac-
ton OF moment above Mr. Grimms
Ito be continued.)