The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1912-04-05

w IeH HC NdIiC out az hAA
cred her address only to find that she
was married. She was Mrs. Dene
and she lived only a few squares from
Fifth avenue.
However. Blake realized more than
ever that he must return the golden
braid.
Mrs. Dene received him. She
proved to be not the girl of the corri'
dor-she was the corridor girls sis
ter.
When Blake had explained his mis-
sion a smile Of understanding passed
over Mrs. Dene's face.
II am sorry Madge is not here to
claim her property" Mrs. Dene made
the statement casually enough but
watched the effect of her words.
A shadow passed her visitors face,
"Then she-that is. Miss Yorke Is
not in New York;"
mo. She is travelling again
somewhere on the continent. have
her route-if you care to have it,"
When Blake took his departure
happy in the possession Of the route
which Madge Yorke was following,
Mrs Dene extended her hard with a
smile. Il wish you every success.
she said.
Blake returned the grin of heT
hand. Il shall owe you great nap
piness," he said and went his way.
Upon arriving at Fishguard he went
straight to the telegraph desk. He
would waste no time in vain hunting
He had the address of six hotels al
which Madge Yorke expected to STOP
and to each of these he sent q tele'
gram Of inquiry.
Blake did not travel to London on
the boat train but waited in the
Welsh village for answers to his mes
sages. The expected one came. Miss
Yorke was a guest at the liracombe
hotel In the North Of Devon.
A half day more and Jimmy Blake's
name was registered at the llfra
connie hotel.
Madge had Just returned to hei
room, after walk along the rocky
cliffs.
On her dressing table was her owl
coronet braid. 1t was lying In
cushion of tea roses that exhalef
their sweetness throughout the room
Made's first impulse was to cry
then a sudden light burst over he'
face. "He must be here-he must b'
here!" her lips repeated.
She buried her hot face in the rose
and out Of pure happiness dropped
kiss on her recovered treasure.
She was sitting at a small table a
which one other place was set whe'
Blake entered the dining-room. III
made his way toward her table.
She watched him coming towar'
her. At first there was light doub
but It vanished almost as It came
She lifted one searching glance t
his face when he seated himself or
posite her.
When tho waiter had gone Rlak
spoke. Zone rose is very fortunate.
he said.
Madge's hand umconsciously sough
the rose nesting in her hair. Sh
glanced across at him still unable t
find her voice and noticed a suddel
clenching Of his jaw. She FOLLOWED
his glance and the color rose vividl.
in her cheeks. She made a move
ment as If to pull the ring from he
finger but he stopped her.
Don't" He spoke again after
long struggle, "if 1t belongs there"
"But 1t Doesn't" Madge cried find
Ing her voice at last. II found it!'
let me see," commanded Blake.
She put out her hand and HI
touched the tips of her fingers while
he examined the ring. ut was m!
mothers engagement ring"
Something within told Madge tina
silence was the only thing possible a
the moment. She neither withdrew
her fingers nor sought to break thu
spell Of the moment.
After dinner, when the moon wal
hanging high in the heavens the twt
strolled along the higher path on thu
great TORS Hill. The girl stopped
and her gaze travelled far along thu
glorious coast where the indomitabl'
rocks had lowered. through the ages
of elements, serene and strong and
where the waves rushed in year afteI
year battling their forces against thu
dominion of the cliffs.
Jimmy" she said shyly for thu
name was new to her lips. "since the
day I first saw You I have felt very
much like those waves. have beer
rushing about the world dashing al
my forces against your personality
Did you know" she looked laughing
ly up at him. 'that you left your per
sonality in the taxi that day."
II knew something was missing,
Jimmy Blake said. "Still-T think a
taxi is much more comfortable than q
coronet braid"
Jimmy"
II mean It. dear-T love that golden
coronet; It has crowned my world"
"Your world is not very large, is
It, Jimmy"
'Very-yet I believe 1t could be