El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1912-11-09
Back From the Past
T@HE woman, as is usually the case,
was the first. to break the 81
CBy George stnHeyJ

TINE woman, as is usually the case,
was the first. to break the 81
4 Ience.
and yet they say that the world is
| small, she said, extending a shapely
I hand. It's over seven years since we
| met"
only severn the man calculated.
! with commendable prOmptitude, scan
/ ming her features unsuccessful1y.,
"Yes-seven," she replied, with an
amused glance, as she resumed her seat
Why on earth could not people Speak
/ clearly when making intrCdUct;Cus, lie
thought savagely, but he maintained
his serenity Of expression.
! THE time has passed slowly" he an
| swered, with cleverly suppressed
! sigh; Ito me it has seemed like TO-
! She laughed outright showing white,
! even teeth,
Come. Mr.. Brookes,'' she said. why
/ so gallant? can see you don't re-
member me a bit"
You are. quite right he replied with
! sudden lapse into frankneSs. IT'S
| unpardOnably rude, but / don't And
| yet'-he looked at her again, and per
| haps for little longer than was quite
| necessary, for she well repaid inspec-
toni seem to know your face"
oh that's nothing she replied.
! Most people who have tWOpence to
| spend on a picture postcard do that"
Why, are you an actress2' he ven
| tured timidly She smiled
DO you still write poetry, Mr..
BrOOkes," she cOuntered, changing her
method of attack.
Write poetry! Why did she ask that
| question: The keen eyes regarded her
searchingly.
I am only a novelist. Miss Grey" he
answered, a little stiffly, 4 am not a
Oh. yes. you are" she said. Not to
everybody, perhaps, but to a select
few"
'sWho would never abuse any conf
dences,% he answered How do you
know?"
a little bird told me" she said
"Well, 1 am afraid the little bird
wants plucking for its pains" he said
irascibly. The fact Of his writing verse
was a secret jealousy guarded from
a little gossip. What sweeping
indictment! Please don't be cross or
7 am not cross" he replied
But you Werep she said.
wen, am not now"
You had a girl typewriter once, a
The gray eyes focused themselves
upon her inquiringly.
yes, I had leggy. specialized little
beggar, with So Oh beg your par
dom!
dress so that 1t fell over the tips OF
her toes; "an attenUated young per
son. and, as you were about to say,
with a squint"
41uL d niue Dl4EfAF ADL al LLAc--r nc
replied, "and the smartest typist in
London. Why, what do you know Of
her?'
Wen. she is now Marion GreyP'
You" he gasped incredulously-
you, Mary Black"
No, not now-MariOn Grey"
But she was a plain little thing"
he explained, not altogether politely,
who wore round glasses and had"
ooh, please don't say squint againi
Can you not be content in terming it
a slight strabism? 1t means just the
same thing, and sounds much less di-
rect"
ooh, I beg your pardon! It was the
slightest Obliquity, a mere nothing" he
said apologetically.
ooh, yes, it was" she replied. you
must not white it away altogether.
But, unfortunately, it was durable, and
1t is cured"
She stood up so that the electric
light fell upon her face.
s'Ycu seem dissatisfied. Look closely.
First of all, am me2'
He looked well into the lovely face
held up to him.
Yes; I think see the old Adam, or