The Raymer enterprise., 1912-07-04
CHAPTER III.-(con..nued)

yOuHS man.
CHAPTER lIl.-(cont.nued).
None Of the group In the next room
had noticed the movement of the
shade, absorbed in one another; any
sound being muffled by the throb Of
adjacent machinery. Bailey obeyed
the request, and leaned back in his
chair.
That's Darling Lestrange," he
stated with satisfaction. That's his
own design for an oiling system he's
busy with, and it's beauty. He's
entered for every big race coming this
season. starting next week In Geor.
gia, and meantime he oversees every
department in every building as 1t
never was done before. The man for
me. he is."
Emily made an unenthusiastic sign
Of agreement.
II meant a very different man from
Mr.. Lestrange." she replied, her dig
nifty altogether Ffrench. 'I have no
doubt that he is all you say. but l
was thinking Of another class. !
meant-well, / meant gentleman"
"Oh. you meant gentleman" re-
piled Bailey. surveying her oddly. Il
didn't know. you see. No; I don't
know any one like that"
Thank you. Then l will 90. lit
does not matter"
She did not go. however, but re-
mained leaning on the arm Of her
chair in troubled reverie, her long
lashes lowered. Bailey sat as quietly.
watching her and waiting.
The murmur Of voices came DULY
through the closed door. one. lighter
and clearer In tone, most frequently
rising above the roar pervading the
whole building. 1t was not possible
that Emily's glimpse Of Lestrange
across the glass should identify him
absolutely with the man she had seen
once In the Pickering lights and shad.
ows on the Long Island road; but he
was not Of type easily forgotten.
and she had been awakened to a
doubling recognition.
Now, many little circumstances re.
Cured to her; strangeness In Dicks
manner when the new manager was
alluded to, the fact that her rescuer
on that October night had been driv.
ing racing car and had worn a rae.
ing costume; and lastly, when Bailey
spoke of Darling" Lestrange there
had flashed across her mind the mech.
anician's ridiculous answer to the re.
quest to aid her chauffeur in changing
q tire: "I'll do 1t for you, Darling"
And listening to that dominant voice
in the next room, she slowly grew
crimson before vision Of herself In
the middle Of n country road. appeal.
ing to n stranger for succor, like the
heroine Of melodramatic fiction. De.
cidedly she would never see Le-
strange, never let him discover Miss
Ffrench.
II will co." she reiterated. rising i'm.
petuously.
The glass-set door opened with un.
warning abruptness.
"lll see Mr.. Bailey" declared some
one. Hell know"
Helpless, Emily stood still, and
straightway found herself looking di.
rectly into Lestranges gray eyes as
he halted on the threshold.
It was Bailey who upheld the mo.
mcnt, all unconsciously.
"Come In. he invited heartily. Miss
|. ,Ffrench. this is our manager, Mr.. Le-
strange; the man who's going to
double our sales this year."
Emily moved. then Strengthened
herself proudly, lifting her small head.
Lestrange had recognized her, she
felt; the call was to courage, not
flight.
II think l have already met Mr.. lie.
strange" she said composedly. II am
pleased to meet him again"
"Met him!" cried Bailey. MET him
Why"
Neither needed him. A cleaning
surprise and warmth III Lestrange's
always brilliant face.
THANK you" he answered her.
"You are more than good to recall me.
Miss French. owe an apology for
breaking In this way. but ! fancied
Mr.. Bailey alone-and he spoils me. "
ut IL nothing; was about to 90"
She turned to give Bailey her hand.
smiling involuntarily In her relief