The Detroit times., 1912-03-20
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A GREAT SERIAL STORY By Y
MARTHA BELLINGER y 4
Bohbs Merrill

Pardon, Mademoiselle, am. r
stranger In the city. | was directed ,
this way to Van Cortland hall. but |
find | am in error, intrigued--in con
fusion, Would mademoiselle be so
good as 10 direct me-"
The tones had foreign accent
There was something. also, in their
bland impertinence which put Mas
Redmond on her guard. He waS
good-sized, blond person, carefully
dressed, and at least appeared like
gentleman.
Miss Redmond looked into the
smooth, neat countenance, upon which
no record either OF experience or a.
thought was engraved. and decided
fleetingly that he was lying. She
judged him capable OF picking up nc.
quaintances on the street. but thought
that more originality might be expect
ed OF him
Suddenly she wished that she had
returned sooner to her car, for though
she was OF an adventurous nature, her.
bravery was not or the. physical order;
and she disliked TO have the appcarl
ance of unconventionality. After the
first minute she was not so much
afraid as annoyed. Her voice became
frigld though her dignity was somg-
what damaged by the fact that-9Ae
bunged in giving the desired iLfor-
nation.
Il think monsieur will find Nan
Cortland hall in the college grounds
two blocks south--no, north-of the
gateway yonder, at the upper end or
this walk"
"Ah, mademoiselle is but too kind"
He bowed deeply again, hat still in
hand Il thank on profoundly. And
may | say. also, that this wonderful
| picture" here he spread eloquent
hands toward the half-quiescent city
whose thousand eyes glimmered over
the lower distance-'this panorama
OF occidental life, makes peculiar APP
peal TO the imagination? ~
The springs of emotion, touched po-
tently as they had been by the surg
ing recollections OF the last half-hour.
were family stirred again In Miss
Redmonds heart by the strangers
, grandiloquent words. UHconsciously
her features relaxed, though she did
not reply.
! Again | pray mademoiselle to par
don me. but only a moment past |
! be the sigh OF all the daughters OF
Italy. All. Mademoiselle. It is won
derful. But here In this SO fresh
country. this youthful, boisterous, too,
! prosperous country that song is like
-like-like Arabian spices In a kitch-
en-, Is 1t not SOP
/ Miss Redmond was moving up the
steps toward the entrance. hesitatiag
between the desire to snub her inter
| locuor and TO avoid the appearance
of fright. The man, meanwhile. moved
easily beside her. courteously distant,
! discourteously insistent in his prattle.
But the motor-car was now not far
| away.
The stranger looked appealingiy al
! her. seemingly sure of a humorous
answering look to his pleasantly. 1t
i was not wholly denied. She yielded
! To touch of amusement with cool
smile, and fastened her steps. The
man kept pace without effort. Lucki-
ly. the car stood only few feet away.
with Renaud, or rather HAND at the
curb, holding open the door( A vague
/ bow and a lifting OF the hat. and ap-
/ parentiy the stranger went the other
way. She felt foolish relief, and
at the same instant noted with sur
prise that the cover OF her car had
/ been raised.
Why did you raise the top?"
at appeared To me Mademoiselle.
that ii was likely to rain"
Put 1t down again. 1t will not
rain" Miss Redmond was saying.
when, from sidelong eyes, she saw
that the stranger had not turned in
the other direction, after all, but was
almost in her tracks, as though he
were stalking game. With foot on
the step she said sharply, but In low
voice, ITO the Plaza quickly" then
Immediately added, with character
istic practical turn: '"But don't get
t yourself arrested for speeding "=
mo, Mademoiselle, with this car
can make" Even as the chauffeur
replied, Miss Redmond's sharpened
/ senses detected a passage OF glances
between him and the stranger. now
close behind her.
Ito Be contlnued.)