The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1911-09-28
CHAPTER u.
The Girl and the Token.

In his establishment he looked round
quickly to meet the gaze Of mischiev.
GUS eyes that strove vainly to seem
simple and sincere.
Aware that he faced an uncommon.
ly pretty woman, who chose to study
him with Straightforward interest he
was nothing loath to initiate, he took
time to see that she was very fab
Of skin, with that creamy, silkep
whiteness that goes with hair of tho
shade commonly and unjustly termed
red Her nose he thought traca
too severely perfect in it's modelling,
but redeemed by broad and thought
full brow, strong yet absolutely fems
inine chin, and mouth Well,
as to her mouth, the young man SO.
lected a rosebud to liken 1t to.
Having cetalogued thes- severa:
her he was not likely soon to forget.
For It's not every day that one en-
counters SO pretty girl in the woods
Of Long Islands southern shore-or
anywhere else, for that matter. He
felt sure Of this.
But he was equally certain that he
was as much stranger to her az
she to him.
She, on her part, had been busy
satisfying herself that he was n very
presentable young man, in spite Of
the somewhat formidable reputation
he wore as person Of learned attain.
ments. II his looks attracted 1t was
not because he was handsome, for
that he wasn't. but because of certain
signs of strength to be discerned in
ner which he owned by right of an.
cestry, his ascendants for several gem
erations having been notable repre-.
sentatives of one Of the First Families
of Virginia.
The pause which fell upon the girls
use of his name, and during which
they looked one another over, was
sufficiently prolonged to excuse the
reference to it which Amber chose to
make.
I'm sure" he said with his slow
smile, that we're satisfied we've
never met before. Aren't we?"
quite" assented the girl
THAT only, makes it the more mys-
terious, of coArse."
Yes" said >she provoklrgly:
doesn't it7"
"You know, you're hardly fair to
me-" he asserted I'm rapidly be-
ginning to entertain doubts Of my
komis station | met man know as
well as l know myself-pretty nearly;
and he denied me to my face. Then.
a little later, l encounter a strange,
mad Bengali, who apparently takes
me for somebody he has business
| with. And finally, you call me by
| name.
1T isn't so very remarkable, when
| you come to consider it." she returned
| soberly. "Mr. David Amber is rather
we'll known, even in his own country,
l might very we'll have seen your pho
tograph published in connection with
some review of-let me see.
Your latest book was entitled The
Peoples Of the Hindu Kush,' wasn't
it? You see, l haven't read it,"
That's sensible Of you, I'm sure.
Why should you? But your
theory doesn't hold water, because
won't permit my publishers to print
| lily picture, ana, DcSlueS, reviews Ol
such stupid books generally appear
in profound monthlies which abhor il.
lustrations"
OH" She received this with
note of disappointment. "Then my cx.
planation won't do?"
I'm sorry" he laughed, but you'll
have to be more ingenous---ond prac.
tical."
"And you wort show me the pres
ent the babu made you?"
He closed his fingers jealousy over
the bronze box. mot until >"
"You insist on reciprocity?"
absolutely"
That's very unkind of you"
"How?" he demanded blankly.
(TO BE CONTINUED1
His Self-Defense.