Putnam patriot., 1911-09-01

niin tO uDuPf>iabu. Alef alI. miEnt IL not have been case ofmistaken iden. tityf For a moment ste had believed that she recognized hin: then. seeing her mistake. had paSsei swiftly down the street.
 He walked casually o the door. At the end of the street. quarter of mile distant. red ligh burned feebly over the front of Chinese restaurant. and in a mechanical fashion his foot. steps led him in that direction.
 "I'll drop in and have B cup of tea" be assured himself.
 He stopped and turned his eyes again into the north. He wondered as ne still stood gazing Into the infnity of that other world beyond the Saskatchewan if romance was really quite dead in him Always he had laughed at TO- nance. work-tne grim reality of ac- ton. of brain lighting brain. of clever sess pitted against other mems clever. ness-had almost brought him 10 the point of regarding romance in life as a peculiar illusion of fools-and women But be was fair in his concessions. and tonight be acknowledged that he had enjoyed the romance Of what he had seen and beard. And. most of all. his blood had been stirred by tbe oeauti- ful face that had looked aI him from out of the night
 He passed through the low door of the restaurant and entered large room filled with tables and chairs and pregnant with strange odors.
 "A pot of tea" ordered Rowland.
 He slipped his tea leisurely. listening with all the eagerness of the new sense of freedom which had taken pos session of him. The Chinaman had scarcely disappeared when he heard footsteps on the stair. In another in- stant a low word of surprise almost leaped from his lips. Hesitating for a moment in the doorway. ner face staring straight into his own. was the girl whom he had seen through the hotel window
 For perhaps no more than i've sec onds their eyes met. ket in that time there was painted ou his memory a picture that Rowland knew he would never forget. His was a nature be cause Of the ambition imposed on it that had never taken more than a casuai interest in the form and fea- 1arv of women. He had looked on beautiful faces and had admired them in a cool disnassionate way. judging them. when he judged at all as he might have judged the more material workmanship Of his own hands. But this face that was framed for a few brief momenys in the door reached out to him and stirred an interest within him which was as new as II was measurable. IL was beautiful face. He knew that in a fraction of the first second.
 The girl turned from his gaze and seated herself at a table so that he caught only her profile The change delighted him. From the flush in her cheeks his eyes travelled critically to the rich glow of the light In her shin ing brown hair. which swept half over her ears in thick. soft waves. caught in heavy coil low on her neck, Then for the first time he noticed her dress. II puzzled him. Her turban and muff were of deep gray lynx fur. Around her shoulders was collarette of the same material. Her hands were immediately gloved In every fea ture of her lovely face. in every point of her dress. she bore the indisputahle rnork of refinement. The QuizZica smile left his lips. The thoughts which at first had filed his mind as quickly disappeared. Who was she Why was she here?
 With catlike quietness the youns Cbinaman entered between the screens and stood beside her On small tab let which Rowland had not before ob