Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-05-28
THE SECRET OF LONESOME COVE
BY SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS
Copyright BY

steps approached the window. Then
the gale rose again. and the loose
end of garment tapped softly
against the glass. He half rose, list
ening. There was silence outside. j,
Have I fallen into another mys-
tery?" groaned Kent. lis there no
rest for the weary?"
The footsteps mounted the side
porch. Kent awaited knock. Mona
came.
"Oddr' he observed to his pillow.
Few people find the outside of a
door so fascinating that they starld
for two minutes in wet gale admir-
| ing IT,"
Tiptoeing to the door. he threw 1t
open. There was a startled cry from
without and an equally startled grunt
from within. Chester Kent and Mar
| jorie Blair stood face to face.
I'll beg your pardon" glib
bered Kent, whelmed instantly in a
morass of embarrassment. IL
didn't mean to brighten you.'
Feminine wise she built up her
possession on the ruins of his. II
wonder she said with a smile,
WHelneT III tio WOiSC-AiiSllcicu
one of us.
You see," he said lamely. ut was
so sudden. your-your coming that
way. l didn't expect you"
"And for that reason you intend to-
bar me from the house? It's quite
disgustingly wet out here"
With a muttered apology Kent
stepped aside, and she entered. Even
amid his ill-ease he could not but
note how the girlish loveliness had
ripened and warmed, yet without for
feiting anything of that quaint ape
pealing wistfulness which made her
charm unique. But there glinted now
| in her deep eyes an elfish spirit of
mischief, partly inspired by the con-
fusion of the helpless male creature
before her, partly the reaction from
| the mingled dread and desire of the
prospective meeting with Sedgwick; !
| for she had come on sudden ur-s
comfortable impulse TO see him, and
would have turned to fee at the last
, minute had not Kent surprised her.
| Perhaps there was a little flavor of
revenge for this, too, in her attitude
| toward him.
What surprise to find you here,
Mrs. Kent" she remarked sweetly.
''Or are you calling yourself Mr..
Blair nowadays? And how is your
poor ear?"
Chester Kent Immediately seized
that unoffending member and chung
| to it with much the lost and an
| guished expression of the pale mar
| tyr in the once popular Rock of
Ages chrome. His tormentor con-
sidered him with malicious eyes.
did any woman ever say 'Boo,'
| to him suddenly, I wonder?" she
unused aloud
Like saving grace, there came
into Kents mind a fragment of
THE Hunting of the Shark in
which he had just been reveling.
| Said he gravely:
HE would answer to HIT or to any
| loud cry
Such as Fry me- or 'Fritter my
| ~wigu"
| She caught up the stanza
ITO 'What-you-may-call-' um or
| 'What-was- his-name.'
| But especially Thingum jig"
$50 you know Lewis Carroll? How
really human of you,"
1T is better to be humane than
human" murmured Kent, reliquish-
ing his aural grip as he began to
| touch bottom.
! rs that plea? Very well. l shall
| be very gentle and soothing. But,
oh" she burst out irrepressibly, may
| the kindly fates give me to be among
| those present when you fall in Lowell"
| Kent favored her with an elaborate
bow. Your presence would be the
one essential"
(To Be Continued Tomorrow)