Evening star., 1912-11-24


should never find out whether or not he was
somebody. He had quite forgotten his fear
that he was married.
HE was still walking uptown when scar
II let car drew up at the curb a little in ad-
vance of him. Wallace stepped out, lump
ilv, with head bent, and shoulders hunched,
and made for the entrance of hotel.
"More booze!" said Sylvester dsgustedly.
He wished he knew just how well the
brute knew his lovely Angela Clive-he was
already calling her his! As he passed the
car Corrigan took off his cap. Sylvester
noted that he did not merely touch his finger
to the rim, but gave the full salute.
"I'm glad to see you back, Sir, if | may
make so bold" he cried.
Thanks, very much" Sylvester said
His heart was beating heavily. This man
knew him. Yet he did not stop to talk to
him. Some instinct warned him that with
Corrigan everything would have to be taken
for granted. He could not question and
probe at least not at this moment, when
Corrigan's drunken master might return
Immediately, and when his own nerves were
on edge. If Corrigan knew him. then Others
would. He would guess lntultively how to
respond to the person who would most read
iy reveal to him who he was. Corrigan, at
least at present, was not thas person. In
anv case, if he needed him, he-could always
find Corrigan again Such a. figure could
not be lost, even in New York
THE encounter left him rathce- weak in the
knees. 1t made him realize how ardent
IL he had wanted to recover h. identity, be
man among men, with rlght::to some def
mite place in life, however h<.mbe. And
now, within his reach, lay all f,e wanted to
know Still feeling little sha<y, he wanted
a place to sit down. He tur' ed eastward
upon one of the side streets a*d went into
a cafe frequented by those of u;zoer Bohemia
who really have palates. Che theater
groups had not yet begun to Come in, and
the place was only thinly filled.
He made for a small table in i corner, and
in order to get to it he had taa, squeeze be-
hind the chair of small man IN gray. The
man rose and pushed in his chair, and then,
smiling, glanced at Sylvester. in moment
his smile died, his jaw dropped, and he stared
as if seeing an unbelievable s;ght.
as it you?" he gasped, and :here was an
eager, hopeful note in his voi,:,. Then his
animation died, and he said in a dull voice,
mo, it is not you: it was just an-an acute
resemblance. | beg your pardon, Sir
He was trim little figure, gay not only
in his clothes, but in his whole appearance.
He had neat gray beard, heavy gray eye
brows, and gentle, but alert gray eyes. His
lips were rather colorless. and his expression
was weary. Sylvester felt strangely sorry
for him. His joy in having discovered An
gela Give was SO keen that he would have
had an excess of sympathy for any disap-
pointed human being in the world, except
Wallace.
"AIay | sit down with you Sir?" he asked
with his crooked, winning smile.
The little gray man shook his head as he
looked at the smile. "No, oh, no! There
are so many subtle differences in the face;
but it is not strange that | should be de-
ceived for moment, when all the circum-
stances are considered. Pray do join me. !"
He spoke in formal, clipped way. They
sat down opposite each other; the elder
man still scrutinizing Sylvester in an ap-
praising, disappointed manner, Sylvester
rather i'll at ease.
"Then l must have a DOUBLE" he said,
| trying to speak lightly, and wondering if it
was his double whom Corrigan had recog-
nized.
"There." cried the man in gray eagerly,
as Sylvester turned his head quickly to look
for waiter. "Just then you made move
ment like him. You might be relative.
These things come out in the blood
what is his nameo' asked Sylvester.
"Ah, am afraid we must say What was