The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1911-08-18
CHAPTER VIII.

Miss Thorne and Not Miss Thorne.
From pleasant, wide-open bay-win-
dow of her apartments on the second
floor. Miss Thorne looked out upon
the avenue with inscrutable eyes. Be-
hind the closely drawn shutters of an
other bay-window, farther down the
avenue, on the corner, she knew a
man named Hastings was hiding; she
knew that for an hour or more he had
been watching her az she wrote. In
the other direction, in a house near
the corner, another man named Blair
was similarly ensconced, and he, too.
had been watching as she wrote. There
should be third man, Johnson. Miss
Thorne curiously studied the face Of
each passer-by. seeking therein some
thing to remember.
She sat at the little mahogany desk
and note with the ink yet wet upon
1t lay face up before her. It was ad.
dressed to Signor Pietro Petrozinni in
the district prison, and read:
MY Dear Friend:
L have been waiting to write you
with the hope that could report
Senior Alvarez out of danger, but his
condition, regret to say. remains un.
changed. Shall l send an attorney to
you? Would you like book Of any
kind? Or some delicacy sent In from
restaurant? Can be of any service
to you in any way? II I can please
drop me line.
Sincerely,
ISABEL THoRNE."
At last she rose and standing in the
window read the note over, folded it.
placed it in an envelope and sealed II
A maid came in answer to her ring.
and there at the window, under the
watchful eyes Of Blair and Hastings
and, perhaps, Johnson-she handed
the note to the maid with instructions
to mail it Immediately. Two minutes
later she saw the maid go out along
the avenue to q post-box on the cor
ner
Then she drew back into the shad
ow Of the room, slipped on dark-col
ored wrap, and, standing away from
the window. safe beyond the reach Of
prying eyes, waited patiently for tho
postman. He appeared about five
o'clock and simultaneously another
man turned the corner near the post
box and spoke to him. Then, togeth-
er, they disappeared from view around
the corner.
so that's Johnson, Is it?" unused
Miss Thorne, and she smiled little
Mr.. Grimm certainly pays me the
compliment of having me carefully
watched"
A few minutes later she dropped
into the seat at the desk again. The
dark wrap had been thrown aside and
Hastings and Blair from their hiding
places could see her distinctly. After
while they saw her rise quickly, as
an automobile turned into the avenue.
and lean toward the window eagerly
looking out, The car came to a stand
still in front of the legation, and Mr..
Cadwallader, an under-secretary OF the
British embassy, who was alone in the
car, raised his cap. She nodded and
smiled. then disappeared In the shad-
ows of the room again.
Mr.. Cadwallader went to the door,
spoke to the servant there, then re-
turned and busted himself about the
car. Hastings and Blair watched in
tently both the door and the window
for long time; finally closely veil
ed and muffied figure appeared at the
bay-window. and waved gloved hand
at Mr.. Cadwallader. who again lifted
his cap. A minute later the yelled
woman came out Of the front door.
shook hands with Mr.. Cadwallader.
and got in the car. He also climbed
in, and the car moved slowly away.
(To BE CONTINUED)