The Detroit times., 1912-03-23

CHAPTER II.
Continued.

Jim did not applaud. He went out
doors 10 think about IL; and after
tiule he found, TO his surprise, Hat
he could recall not only the song,
but the singer. quite distinctly. IL
was "A tall. womanly figure, and fair,
bright face framed abundantly with
dark hair and the least little humor-
GUS witch To her lips. And her name
was Agatha Redmond
"Of course she can sing; but II
isn't like having the real thinS-
isn't an alto" said .Jimsy migrate
fully and Just from habit.
The days experience filled his
thoughts and quoted his restlessness.
He awaited Aleck with entire
patience. Monday morning he spelS
| in small necessary business affairs.
securing, among other things. several
hundred dollars, which he put in his
money.belt About the middle of the
afternoon he left his hotel, engaged
I taxicab and started for Riverside.
/ The late summer day was fine, with
+ the afternoon haze settling over river
and town. tie watched ire process
sion OF carriages, the horseback rid
ers. the people afoot. the children
\ PLAYING on the grass, with feeling oil
icomradeship. Was he not also last
/ ing freedom-a lord OF the earth Ills
+gaEC travelled out 10 the river WITH
ihe glimmer here and there or tug
boat, little steamer, or the whlte
sail OF a pleasure craft The blood
7 OF some seagoing ancestor stirred III
his veins. and he thrilled at the
thought OF the DAYS 10 come Wheh
his nrow should be headed offshore
lEla,nl1leton suddenly became impatient
Ecr its monotonous slithering along
line firm road Telling the driver to
follow him. he descended and cross
cd 10 where Cathedral parkway
switches on He walked briskly. feel.
ing the tonic OF the sea air, and cir
cleo the cathedral. where workmen
were longing away after their day
toll The unfinished edihce loomed
IN like a giant skeleton of some pre-
historic era. and through its mighty
open arches and buttress jim saw
.leecy clouds scudding across the
western sky. A stone saint, munled
in burlap had just been swung up
iato his windy niche but had not yet
: discarded his robes OF the world
1 Hambleton was regarding the shape
. LESS figure with mild interest, won
dering which saint OF hhe calendar
could look so grotesque, when
sound drew his attention sharply to
earth. Ii was small sound, but
, there was something strange abou'
IT, II was startling as flash In
summer sky.
Resides the workmen. there was nc
!. living thing in sight on the hillside
i except his own taxicab, swinging
4 slowly into the avenue at that mo
}. lment. aud a covered motor-car get
!. ting up speed a square away Ever
+ az the scar approached, Hambietor
I decided that the strange sound hat
= proceeded from its ambushed ton
L neau; and il was, surely, humar
voice OF distress. lie stepped for
@ warf to the curb. The ear was uPoI
a him, then numbered heavily ant
:. swiftly past. But on the instant Q
(; its passing there appeared. beneath
: the lifted curtain and quite near nj
: own face. the face OF the singer o
Yesterday and from pale, agonlzet
:, lips. as II with dying breath, SIN
!. cried. Help. help"
Hambleton knew her instantly, al
:, though the dark abundance OF he
= hair was almost lost beneath hat an
= flowing veil. and the bright, humor
:, lens expression was blotted ont D.
:. fear. He stood for a moment roole'
:. To the curb, watching the dark mas
:. Of the car as it swayed down - NH
Then he beckoned sharply TO hi
driver. met the taxicab half way, an
pointed TO the disappearing machine
Quick, Can you overtake 1t!
4 "Pd like nothing better than 10 rul
down one n them Dock machines,
! said the driver.