Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1912-05-21
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way lie Is cOIlleCteO Will liliS.
, The young man examined the clip
ping with interest. It was cable
dispatch from London. And it tolt
of a bootmaker there who had exec
uted an odd commission for a myster
ious customer. He had removed th'
heel from a small white satin slipper
had followed it out, and then re
placed it. An agent Of the United
J States customs service had learned
this, and associated 1t with an effor
Of which he was cognizant to SNUG
gle some exceptionally valuable dia'
monds through the port Of New
York.
When he looked at the young wo'
man again, he was smiling broadly
But why ask me?" was his query
I'm neither a smuggler nor Gus
toms officer"
every true. she replied, giving
him back smile for smile; "but the
toe Of a white satin slipper is, ever
at this moment. protruding from your
1coat pocket"
Instinctively, as it were, Van
Braun's hand clutched the pocket ir
question, and his manner, for the mo-
ment at least, appeared to reflect
sudden embarrassment.
"I fancied," his companion contin-
ued, that you might have been the
fortunate finder"
He turned to her with fresh
whether fortunate or not have ye,
to learn"
"And you are waiting, now, for the
gentleman of the initials?"
"On the contrary" he said, II am
waiting for the lady Of the telephone
IA CERTAIN Miss Cinderella who was
to prove her claim to the slipper and
incidentally, be my guest at lunch
con-" The look he gave her was sig
nificant, but she ignored it.
"T hope I am not OBTAINING you,
she suggested.
mo" he returned enigmatically
ION the contrary. you have merely
lerpedited matters. I shall wait fol
the lady no longer" He looked a,
his watch. "It Is three minutes af-
ter the hour of appointment and I am
a stickler for punctuality.
AS he was speaking his gaze was
attracted. A lady was bowling to
him from across the corridor; a young
lady, whose delicate, creamy COM
plexion was enhanced by the jetty
black brim of the large picture ha,
which framed the pure oval Of hel
face.
Instantly, Van Braun was on his
feet, pleasure beaming in every Inca
lment. Pardon me just one moment
He flung the request back to Miss VIII
liams as he strode away.
Fancy meeting you here!" he ad-
dressed the other, taking her hand
at thought"
THAT I was forever lost in the fogs
of London?" she interrupted gayly
"Oh, dear, no. I arrived two days
ago, for the Minturn wedding. Sallie
is marrying a connection of mine, you
know; the Duo de Vaurigard. They
tell me you have been away?"
!, "Yes," he answered; "for near!y
two years, all told. For the past six
months I've been ranching in Wyom-
ing. I know absolutely nothing Of
he paused. If the look he bent upon
her held reproach, it was also rife
with a tender sentimentality-"oi
what was once our world" he added
IT am stopping with the Vestrys,'
she told him. "Come and see me.
will tell you all can. Why not this
afternoon, for tea? I ask you now
by lip, since you evidently didn't gel
my written word"
Surprise was in his eyes. "You
wrote me, Edith?"
Yes; to your club"
"I haven't been there" he said
"but shall go, now, for the sake OF
Iseeing your writing once again"
And you'll Gomez" she pressed, 6
little anxiously.
Most gladly"
When she had gone, he stood, for
moment, gazing admiringly after her
, How silly he had been to quarrel with
/. her! What world Of regret it ha6
cost him, in the last two years.
/, AS he was about to turn, he founc
the young newspaper woman again al
. his elbow.
"I inquired at the office for x Y
T." she announced.
For the moment he had forgotten
". He had forgotten Miss Will
liams. And yet the incident Of the
slipper, regarded from an altogether
different angle, was vividly before
him. He knew, now, what had beer
suggested by it's tiny, delicate beau
, ty; why the warmth Of it's soft lin.
ing had thrilled him. UnreasoninglJ
it had reminded him Of her, Of Edit
La Fontaine, who, he believed, hat
: passed out of his life forever; who
was living somewhere abroad; mar
ried, the rumor had reached him. He
knew, now. too, why he had resented
that voice on the telephone; it hac
been her voice that, unconsciously, hi
: craved.
'They won't give the advertiser!
name" the dark girl was going on
. "They say he is in Suite 713. Dom
you want to go up and return the
slipper"
3 And be dragged into a customs in
= vestigation? I can't say that I crave
that. Perhaps I had better wait lit
tie while longer for Miss Cinderella
2 after ALL"
: Possibly she has seen the cable
and been frightened off. Why not le
' me play her part? Give me the slip
: per and let me take it up. I'll MAKE
Mr.. X Y u tell me his story-prove hi:
t property, so to speak"
E The young man looked at he