Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-08-01

gossiping about his friends affairs by the
| returning Mrs. Gernsbacher, pottered
away with the meal. promising to run IN
later with a message from Miss lizzie,
if the young lady were prevented from
coming in person If Isidora had mapped
out a definite plan, she had not connded
it to Bill, but he had little doubt that her
idea would pan out all right, because
she was a mighty smart girl "hen she
set her wits to work
Some hours passed, and Loveland be-
came as restless as Gagged hon iately
imported from his native desert 1t was
| only his horror of vague atroclues wnlch
might be perpetrated by the New York
police-horrors such as he had read or
| heard of-which restrained him from
rushing out of his dreary hiding place
even at the price Of being hooted In his
evening clothes, in the full glare OF noon
day. After all, he said to himself, bitter
ly, those who might see him perambulat-
ing 18th street, thus unsuitably Clad
would only do as Isidora had suggested
take him for a swell waiter But ne
did not like that dark. haunting vision OF
the police and constrained himself to pa
thence.
Rebecca Gernsbacher returned from her
mornings shopping to ask almost as
many questions as she drew breaths,
freezing into cold statue of suspicion
as her mysterious guest froZe into reti-
cence Not having heard the name OF
Loveland, she did not associate any SEN
sationaI headlines in the morning paper
with Isidora's swell NASH but there
was no crime between pocket picking and
murder of which she did not believe the
handsome, sulky fugitive easily capable.
Loveland had parted with his watch,
but there was battered 'one-day bee
| clock In Mrs Gernspacher untiay
kitchen, and he had begun to tell him
self gloomily that it would soon be too
late to draw money from any bank, when
Isidora appeared in great splendor at the
basement door. She had on a large pic
ture hat of red velvet, noddng with cheap
ostrich plumes which shaded from palest
pink to deepest magenta; and in her
electric SEAL coat she looked as little
like a lady a beautiful girl could pos
sibly look. But she was enchanted with
herself-and evidently expected to impress
I.oveland by her taste and elegance.
"Well,' she painted. having kissed her
friend Beccy. and busted off chair with
the big muff which matched her cloak
well I've got news for you, Mr.. Cor
don. Guess what it is.
Val was in no mood for graceful bad
image, but he forced himself to reply
smilingly that he could not guess and was
anxious to hear began to tnink you
were never coming" he added, which re-
mark was more flattering to 1sidora than
to Mrs. Gernsbacher.
The girl. pleased at his impatience,
which made her conscious of her own i'm
portance, gayly plunged into her MARIA
tive-what she had done and why she had
been so long in doing II.
In the first place, pa had been cross
and hadn't wanted her to go out; but
when she had leased, he had only grum-
bied a little and directly after dinner
before Bill came back-she had taken an
IL train downtown to consult the hus-
band of q great friend OF hers. This
gentleman she had persuaded to leave
business-he being a tobacco merchant
and to drop in at the Waldorf-Astoria,
with the object OF making certain In
auiries. She had not, she said. confded
any secrets to her friend, though she was
sure she might have done SO safely. but
had merely pleaded a passionate yearn-
ing for further details Of the STORY" In
New York Light. What were the hotel
people going to do? Were they searching
for the Englishman. and II so, had they
got upon his track?
(To be continued tomorrow