The Washington times., 1912-11-28
THE SERIAL
BY ELzABEzH Kent WHO? s: !: r.: .::: G;;:

suited his watch. and the progress Of
slow that more than once he thought
Finally the hour arrived.
FlinYing back his shoulders and a..
summing . carelessness that almost
amounted to 2 swasger. Cyril entered
that u was with considerable surprise,
~ we'll as relief, that he noticed that
no one paid the slightest attention to
him. Even the porter hardly glanced
q him being at that moment engaged
Cyril decided TO use the stairs in
preference to the lift - they were less
frequented. and as x happened he
made his. way up 70 the second landing
There. however. he came face to face
with q pretty houssmaid, who, to his
dismay. looked at him attentiyely.. Cyril
went cold al over! Had he but known
.cldisrly iisurs re-" and had merely y" otre s
him the tribute Of an admiring glance.
But this explanation never occurred to
our modest hero. and he hurried on,
quite absurdly nustered by this trifiing
He. found that No. g opened on .
small. delighted hall, which was for
the moment completely deserted.
Nov that he actually stood on tho
~
curious reluctance to proceed further.
II was unwise. She might not want to
see him. But even a. these objections
flashed through his mind he knocked
almost involuntarily.
Come in
Yet ne still hesitated. His heart was
beating like Q sledse- hammer and his
hands were trembling. Never had he
what could be the matter with him.
Il can't stand here forever" he said
In his heart. II wanted to see her;
we'll. then. why don't ! open the door !
\ / am behaving like u fool!'
Still reasoning with himself. he finally
A bright IRE was burning on the
hearth. and before It were heapcd q
number Of cushions, and from this
arisen. The length OF time he had
taken to answer her summons had EVIL
, IDENTIFY alarmed her. for she stood like a
creature at bay. her eyes wide open
| deep blush sufiused her face and ex.
tended even to her neck.
80 II was your she exclaimed.
| Her relief was obvious. yet her man
ner was distant. almost repellant. Cyril
ferent reception that her unexpected
coldness completed his discontinue.
He felt as II the foundations Of his
world were giving away beneath his
rect. lie Hl0nABeus however, 10 muTmuf
. something. he knew not what. The
pounding OF his heart prevented him
from thinking coherently.
When his emotion had subsidized suf-
cientiy for him to realize what he was
doing he found himself sitting stiffy on
one side OF the fireplace with Anita sit
ting equally stify on the other. She
was talking; no. rather. she was enRag.
inb him In polite conversation. How
long she had been doing so he did no,
know. but he gathered that II could not
have been long. as she was still on the
subject Of the weather.
1T has been atrocious In London.
hope you had better luck In the coun.
try. Today has been especially disa.
Erecable," she was saying.
Cyril abused the weather with a vigoI
which was rather surprising In view Of
the fact that TIL she had mentioned !,
he had been sublimely unconsciOu.
whether the sun had been shining OF
not. but finally even that prolific topic
was exhausted and. as no other appar
entity suggested itself to either. they re-
lapsed into constrained silence.
Cyril was suffering acutely. He hat
so longed to see her and now an i'm
palbable barrier had somehow ariser
between them which separated then
more completely than mere bricks ant
mortar-than any distance could hav'
done. True. he could feast his eyes oil
her cameo-like profile: on the soft curve
OF her cheek: on the long. Eolden.t ippct
Iashes: on the slender white throat
which rose like a column from the lace
Of her dress.
A Continuation Of This story VII
De Found II TOmorrow's
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