The San Francisco call., 1913-10-31

save for an occasional line or two in
metropolitan paper. New names
ana new enterprises were before the
world MaoKendree Allan was as dead
as lbs tunnel. In the spring he re-
turned to Tunnel City. but no one paid
any attention to the fact. This is a
little less than the truth. One person
noted the fact with much interest.
She was Ethel Lloyd
Her father had spoken to Allan of
his daughters admiration for him.
This strange, beautiful and powerful
MINDED young woman did not think OF
her feeling for Allan as admiration
1t was characteristic that she was
honest with herself, though honest
with others, sometimes, only when II
suited her convenience. She knew that
she loved him She also knew, with
the sublime egois1n of the truly great,
that the man she loved could not have
| in him the elements OF failure. She
was certain that Allan would build the
/ tunnel as she was of the tides and the
sunrise. IF he needed her help. that
was only part of the plan. The big
thing was that somehow, some way.
he would win.
| She was anxious to see and talk
with him, and she waited for several
weeks In the belief that he would call
on her father. Yet she was certain
that he would come eventually. He
had written to Lloyd from Europe in
| a time Of black despair, and in a
guarded way suggested the possibility
of private financial backing. Lloyd
had taken his daughter into his conf
dence on the receipt of this letter and
he had followed her advice.
There was much of the primitive
woman in Ethel Lloyd. She did not
rise to the heights Of all-sacrif1cing
love in her love for Allan. She loved
him and she wanted him; she played
accordingly. At the same time she
knew that he did not love her. She
felt that he cared more for her than
any living woman, but she knew it
was not love.
She waited a few weeks longer for
him to call. but he gave no sign that
he was even alive. Then she wrote
knew he had returned. hoped that he
would have called on them by this
time and asked him to come to see
them.
There was no reply. She was at
first shocked. then angry and then
amused. Then she ordered her faith
ere's private detective agency to find
out positively If Allan was in Tunnel
City and what he was doing there.
l4c IGpOIl Was Allah was WOThlnR
every day in the tunnel He lived
in absolute seclusfon and did not
receive a single visitor of any sort
or for any purpose. He could be
reached only through O'Malley. and
as O'Mailey had orders that he was
not to be reached at all, this was not
much help. A love of adventure
stirred In her Allan had made up
his mind not to see her. Very we'll
she would see him, in spite OF him.
self.
From the detectives she learned the
hour when Allan was always to be
found in the administration building
that Is to say, he was there, but
not to be found. She motored down
to Tunnel City and timed the visit
tration building when Allan would
certainly be in.
Dressed IN magnificent motoring
costume, she presented herself before
the impassive O'Malley. She had seen
him at the time OF Allan's trial and
knew him by reputation, but he had
never been presented. He, of course,
knew her by sight, and when she
came into his Office he rose and bowed
with the greatest courtesy.
You are Mr.. OMalley?" she smiled
SWeetlY upon llr1- L am EL06l LlOyQ
I feel that ] know you--have known
you for a long time" And she held
out her hand.
O'Malley, who, though an Irishman.
did not pride himself on his ease with
women, mumbled some reply to the
compliment and asked with some un-
easiness:
rs there anything I can do for you,
Miss Lloyd?"
Indeed, you cam she assured him.
with a bubbling laugh. Il am very
anxious TO see Mr.. Allan"
A FIB
O'Malley looked more uncomfort-
able than ever.
'T am very sorry, Miss Lloyd, but
Mr.. Allan is not here just now" he
said.
The young woman expressed sur
prise that was not all feigned-
Il think you must be mistaken,
Mr.. O'Malley I had definite assur-
ance that Mr. Allan would be here
at this hour"