Semi-weekly herald., 1911-11-27

Missioner's home. and at the thought
she broke into uncomfortable sobs.
The millionaire's discomfort va,
augmented a thousandfoid by mis-
scene between the women. He shift.
ed his weight from one foot TO the
other, crumpied the rim OF his DERBY
hat until 1t bent like the brim OF an
Alpine, and at length. unable to view
the girls distress with anything like
equanimlty, he walked to tho other
end of tho recepdon-room and stood
looking through the giant lattioework
at the tide Of traffic In Centre Street.
1t was not until the widow had re-
stored Elinor's calmness. not until shs
had assured the trembling prisoner OF
her love. confidence. and fun belief in
her innocence a hundred times. not
until their emotion had affected even
the matron long Injured to humsn woe.
that the girl saw Sands. His sturdy
bulk, the square set of his shoulders.
the uncompromislng fidelity In his
strong face. gave her new sense OF
pleasure. Surely her case could not
be desperate with two such LOYAL
friends to defend her, For the spacc
CT star-fash, she forgot even Fitch.
although her lover at that moment
was Fastening uptown with Brttz In
quest of the missing thread that
should lead to her vlndication. san
with her arm around Mrs. Missloner's
waist. she extended her hand TO
Sands. and thanked him IN a way
rlore effective than any mere girlish
prettiness for the proof OF his faith in
her that he had given in coming with
Mrs. Missioner to see her
mot that It would take much per.
suasiou to. make you accompany Doris
anywhere she said with smile. and
she was not at all remnrseful when
she noted the dark nush OF pleasure
that spread over his features. But
l cannot help taking comfort in the
fact that you have come to sec me,
anr that very evidently It has cost
YOU no struggle to 40 so II all of
you could only know what these long
weeks have been to me, you would
understand how deeply the sight of
old friends affects me. Here ] have
been in a world apart The poor
creatures who share this dreadful
home with me only make my situa-
ition worse for can do nothing for
them, and yet the sight of their mis-
cry disuesses me beyond words"
Elinor did not know now much she
had been spared by the considerate-
mess Of the warden in assigning her TO
tier OF cells in which the more brit
tai inmates OF the Tombs never We're
confined. She had had only glance
OF the neither depths. GRAVE though
the charge against her was, the good
old man. whom an accident Of poll
tics had placed in control Of the pris-
on. had recognized from the first that
she was Of finer mould than anyone
who had been entrusted TO his Gus
tody In his whole term Of office, and
he had seen to # that her eyes and
ears we're not assaulted by the sights
and scenes OF the blacker depths.
Years passed, and Elinor was woman
OF much graver maturity ere she knew
how much Of misery she had escaped.
The visit of Mrs Missioner and
Sands did Elinor so much good that,
when they went away, II was with
lighter heart she returned to her cell,
with renewed courage she steeled her
self to await the efforts of the good
friends and the devoted lover she
knew were working to clear her name
of the frightful charge Donnelly and
Carson had lodged against her
Her confidence in DIR. Fitch was not
misplaced. for In the short time when
Mrs Missioner in her limousine was
speeding back to her home in Million
aires Row, and Sands, in brougham.
was returning to his Office in the
Bowling Green building, Fitch and
Britt were standing on Fourth Ave
nue. corner a short distance north of
Twenty-third Street, gazing with dis
may ut a twenty-story slyscraper that
stood on the site Of the little old curio
shop to which duty had called the
young ambulance surgeon years be-
fore.
"You are sure this is the placer"
asked the detective
Absolutely" said the doctor "T
went over there to get some brandy
for the old man when / was working
him out OF his stupor"
Well" said the sleuth, 80 far as
that old curiosity shop Is concerned.
we're up against Il; or what is worse,
we are not up against It. We are con
fronted by this steel and stone mon
strosity, and guess there's no use
wasting time making inquiries there;
but there may be a few old-timers
with memories along this block. and
wen see what We can find out. You
take that side Of the street, and I'll
take this"
Britz and Fitch went into one shop
after another, patiently repeating per-
sistent inquiries as to what had be-
come OF the veteran curio dealer.
Blank stares and equally blank an
swers were the result until Britt. in a
tiny tobacco shop that was the center
of all the old.timea places huddled to-
gether for protection against the en-
croachment Of progress, unearthed a
memory incarnate in a man. who,
Fitch said. might have been the twin
brother OF the amateur alchemist-
YES" said the man, 81 remember
him, and It's funny thing to me that
anybody who ever saw him could ever
forget him He was the oueerest little