The Washington times., 1913-02-13
CHAPTER III.-(Continued.)

~ RAGING pillow beneath il, he
let her down again
Good" he said in accents
meant to be enheartening;
you'll be all right in moment or
two
Her colorless lips moved in a whisper
he had to bend close TO Distinguish.
PLEASE
"Yes?"
Please GcuI-caIG anybody IT,
Il won't Don't worry.
The lids QuEyered down over her ewes
and her mouth was wrung with an
gUish.
He stared, perpIsxed-
lie wanted 20 20 away quickly but
ne couldn't ger his own consent to do
so just yet
She was in 10 condition TO be left
alone, this delicate and fragile child,
defenseless and beset
II seemed easy TO conjecture the hell
of suffering s1e must have passed
through before coming 10 a strait OF
such desperation
There were dull blue shadows beneath
eyes red with weeping. a foriorn twist
TO her thin. bFoodiess lips, a pilched
look of wretchedness ike a glaze over
her unhappy face that told too plain
a story.
strange girl 20 find in a plight like
her, he thought: not pretty, but quite
unusual, delicate, sensitive, high-struIg
bred to the finer things OF life.
This last was self-evident in the fine
simplicity of her severely plain dress.
Over her hair, drawn tight down round
motor caps which were the fashion of
the day.
Her shoes were still wet and a trife
muddy. her coat and skirt trifle more
than damp, indicating that she had re-
turned from a dash to the drug store
not long before whitaker had arrived.
A variety Of Impressions, these with
others less significant, crowded upon
his perceptions in little more than a
glance.
she twisted upon her side, as II to es-
cape his regard, and covered her face
her palms muffling deep, tearing sobs.
while waves Of pent-up misery racked
her slender little body.
Whitaker moved softly away.
Difficult he found II to guess what to
do; more difficult still to do nothing.
His nerves were badly tangled; light
footed. he wandered restlessly to and
fro, half distracted between the storm
Of weeping that beat gustily within the
room and the deadly, blind drum of the
downpour upon the tin roof beyond the
windows
Since that twilight hour in that tawdry
able to counterfeit sorrow and remorse
TO Whitaker. He listened then to the
very voice Of utter woe.
Once. pausing by the comfortable. he
happened to look down.
He saw a little heap OF the hotel writ
ing paper. together with envelopes, a
pen, a bottle OF ink.
Three of the envelopes were sealed
and superseded, and two were stamped.
The unstamped letter was addressed
to the proprietor OF the Commercial
House Whitaker nodded at this as if
10 an acquaintance; he had expected
something Of the sort.
OF the others, one was directed to a
Mr.. c. w. Morton, in care of another
person, at a number on lower Sixth
avenue, New York; and from this
Whitaker began to understand the
singular manner OF his introduction 10
The wrong room. There's no great d.
ference between Morton and Morten,
especially IL written carelessly.
But the third letter caused his eyes
TO widen considerably. 1t bore the
name of Thurlaw Ladislas, Esq, and a
Wall street office address
whitaker's mouth shaped a still-born
whistle.
He was recalling with surprising dis
tinctness the fragment of dialogue he
had absorbed with inattentive ears the
previous afternoon, when he waited for
the elevator just outside rte grillroom
M his club.