South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1913-07-08

| Late ono night at about tAis time
Rothes found himself waiting In the lux
urious library OF his uncle Horace Bill
sons luxurious apartments. The con-
hdential valet had some difficulty in
recognizing him, but being satisfied at
length, admitted him with respectful pro-
test in every glance and shocked remon-
STRANGE IN every gesture. AS Rothes
watched the cheerful blaze IN the fire.
place he reflected how Mortified his uncle
would be. He remembered his iEdigna-
ton when he had disclosed his project to
him in the club window.
Hide yourself in the slumsl" Rasped
that scandalized elderly gentleman. "see
what life is really likoi Have e chance
TO do something for some one!"
Uncle Horace chung 10 the arms o. his
comfortable chair. as IL cling!ng 10 the
crumbling realities of lite.
You see," said Rothes a.rily TIN
tired to death of all this" And he waved
his hand to indicate the glittering after
noon avenue TO be seen through the win
dow Of the pleasant room in which they
sat.
But 1 never heard OF such a thing"
Uncle Horace objected confidently.
II want to get out and discover some
! thing real. The box seat OF my coach is
world from 1t after ALL
This is rank socialism," demonstrated
/ Uncle Horace.
And if it is" Rothes replied. Be
side he went on, Aunt Marcia is at it
again"
I'm what way?" asked the elderly gen
, tleman apprehensively.
! She's found another girl that she
wants me TO marry. Such a pearll Such
an angel! And won't have Ii. She made
my life miserable with the way that she
forced the last one on me. and am going
to escape Miss Rosamond Langdale or
perish in the attempt"
What" Uncle Horace asked eagerly.
The girl who has all old Stephen Lang
dale's millions and has been making such
a stir in England?"
"All of that and more" responded
Rothes. who's been talked about and
written about until she is a public char
\ acter. l know the kind; with 10 thought
but for this life from which 1 want 10
/ get away"
I've always understood that she was
! ery-unconventional."
Worse and worse" exclaimed Rothes.
\ That's sure 10 mean that she will run
with the fast lot. No, there's only one
way TO escape Aunt Marcia and her mach
nations, and that is TO hide myself where
| can't be found, and the only way to do
/ that is just here in New York"
Rothes thought of this as he sat gazing
into the fire, waiting for Uncle Horace to
return. He was a rough looking figure.
and when that amiable diner-out opened
the door and entered he drew back in
some alarm.
Il saw in the newspapers that you were
In town and stopped for a moment" said
Rothes, turning.
Somewhat treasured by the voice. Uncle
Horace advanced slowly and cautiously.
Haven't you given up this folly yet?''
asked the startled elderly gentleman, his
Indignation increased by his momentary
fright. Haven't you lost enough Of your
time with 1t already?"
mot a Bit" replied Rothes promptly.
Not when I've found what 1 have"
What's that?" asked the other anxi-
ously
She! shel' cried Rothes.
You've fallen in love with some one
CONSERVATION
She works in a bookbindery." Rothes
replied maliciously.
! Obi" groaned the uncle. This is a
case for a cOnseil de famille-only there
isn't any family This is the time for a
! lettre- e-cachet-only we haven't such
blessed things nowadays"
Il thought that I'd come and tell you,
| so that you could wish me Joy"
us it all settled?" walled the other.
NO answered Rothes. In fact it's
as far from settled as possible. Indeed,
/ feel quite sure that she does not want
4 me. and the strict truth is that she has
disappeared and that l can't find her"
IF only you can't" said Uncle Horace
fervidly.
But I will" Rothes replied firmly.
Uncle Horace grOaned.
And I've seen Miss Rosamond Lang
dale" he went on, and she is charming
charming"
In the "slums" the gas was lit earlier
in the afternoon, and the shop doors shut
TO keep out the colder wind The winter
was coming. Where was she, Rothes
kept asking himself. II she were IN
want-if she were sufferingl The thought
drove him to desperation in his power
/ lessness. And then, when he had almost
given up all hope. he thought that he
/ saw her.
| In the dusk Of a late autumn after
noon, driven by his Testlessness, he had
ventured farther than usual frOfn the GIs-
tricte that he vas accustomed 10 fire.
quent. Trusting to his disguise and the
growing darkness, ne had wandered as
FAR as the region OF the theaters, the pic
ture exhibitions. and the flower shops.
There, standing IN the obscurlty OF
doorway. he saw a brougham drive up 10
the curb. footman, who hae been
waiting, sprang forward and opened the
| door as an elderly lady slowly came for
ward. He knew her we'll Old Mrs.
Frobsher, one OF the stanchest and
1rmest old conservatives or the iowa.
Then a young wonea, who had been de-
layed, darted forward. She passed In a
moment. But Rothes started His heart
stood still. For a moment he did not
breathe. Il was she. And even as he
thought this. he told himself how impos-
slble IL was. How could shs be there IL
all the hnery OF great lady. entering
that perfectly appointed equlpage-ac-
companying the strict ard exacting cid
Mrs FrobsheT. 1t was the darkness. he
argued. aided by his constant thought OF
her, that had wrought the vision. Clear
ly he must have been mistaken. Some
slight similarity OF feature, some single
likeness OF movement had uislsd him.
But the sudden belief for an instant tha:
he saw her before him, strengthened him
In his determination TO ind her. There
were ways OF discovering lost persons
he 4 a.