Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1912-04-11

sought under every bonnet, scarf and
I tbeater cap for certain head Of
golden hair. His quest for the head
that matched the coronet braid had
lead him to theaters, dances. and even
Into the abhorred shopping districts.
And because the girl still chung to
him with her hidden sorcery Jimmy
Blake entered the hair dresser's shop
to make inquiry about her
When he came out he had dlscov.
cred her address only to find that she
was married. She was Mrs. Dene
and she lived only few squares from
Fifth avenue.
However, Blake realized more than
ever that he must return the golden
braid.
Mrs. Dene received him. She
proved to be not the girl Of the eorri-
dor-she was the corridor girls sis
ter.
/ When Blake had explained his mis-
sion a smile Of understanding passed
7 over Mrs. Dene's face.
ct am sorry Madge is not here to
I claim her property" Mrs. Dene made
the statement casually enough but
watched the effect Of her words.
A shadow passed her visitors face.
"Then she-that is, Miss Yorke is
not in New York;"
mo she Is travelling again
somewhere on the continent. have
her route-if you care to have it?"
When Blake took his departure,
happy in the possession Of the route
which Madge Yorke was following,
Mrs. Dene extended her hand with
smile. Il wish you every success"
she said.
Blake returned the grip Of her
hand. Il shall owe you great hap
piness," he said and went his way.
Upon arriving at Fishguard he went
straight to the telegraph desk. He
would waste no time in vain hunting.
He had the address of six hotels at
which Madge Yorke expected to stop
and to each of these he sent tele-
gram Of inquiry.
Blake did not travel to London on
the boat train but waited in the
Welsh village for answers to his mes
sages. The expected one came. Miss
Yorke was a guest at the Iiracombe
hotel in the North of Devon.
A half day more and Jimmy Blake's
name was registered at the Ilfra-
combe hotel -- ----''--'''s'''-
Madge had just returned to her
room, after walk along the rocky
cliffs.
On her dressing table was her own
coronet braid. 1t was lying in
cushion OF tea roses that exhaled
their sweetness throughout the room.
Made's first impulse was to cry,
then sudden light burst over her
face HE must be here-he must be
herel" her lips repeated.
She buried her hot face in the roses
and out of pure happiness dropped a
kiss on her recovered treasure.
She was sitting at a small table at
which one other place was set when
| Blake entered the dining-room. He
made his way toward her table.
/ She watched him coming toward
her At first there was light doubt
but it vanished almost as it came.
She lifted one searching glance to
his face when he seated himself OPP
posite her.
When the waiter had gone Blake
! spoke. zone rose is very fortunate"
he said.
Madge's hand unconsciously sought
the rose nesting in her hair. She
glanced across at him still unable to
find her voice and noticed a sudden
clenching of his jaw. She followed
his glance and the color rose wildly
in her cheeks. She made a move
ment as if to pull the ring from her
finger but he stopped her
DON'T" He spoke again after a
long struggle, "if it belongs there"
"But it doesn't!" Madge cried find
ing her voice at last. I'll found It'll"
LET me see," commanded Blake.
She put out her hand and he
touched the tips of her fingers while
he examined the ring. ut was my
mothers engagement ring"
Something within told Madge that
silence was the only thing possible at
the moment She neither withdrew
her fingers nor sought to break the
spell Of the moment.
After dinner. when the moon was
hanging high in the heavens the two
strolled along the higher path on the
great TORS Hill. The girl stopped
and her gaze travelled far along the
glorious coast where the indomitable
rocks had lowered, through the ages
of elements, serene and strong and
where the waves rushed in year after
year battling their forces against the
dominion Of the cliffs.
Jimmy" she said shyly for the
name was new to her lips. "since the
day I first saw you / have felt very
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