The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1913-11-07
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Of MARY :
Grace Livingston ElilI Lutz
AUTHOR sf"rARcA SCHUYLER "PHoEBE DIANE"
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inen, suddenly, ne looked up ana
met her eyes!
She was standing just back OF her
mistress's chair, with quiet. watehful
attitude, but her eyes had been un-
consciously upon the guest, until he
he looked up and caught her glance.
She turned away. but the color rose
in her cheeks. and she knew that he
was watching her
Her look had startled him lie had
never thought Of looking for her in a
menial position. and at first he had
noticed only the likeness to her for
whom he was searching. But he watch.
ed her furtlyely, until he became more
and more startled with the resem.
blance At last he broke in upon the
conversation:
Excuse me, but I wonder II may
interrupt you for a moment have
thought of something that | ought to
attend to at once wonder II the
waitress would be kind enough to
send a phone message for me. am
afraid It will be too late II wait"
why. certainly" said the host, all
anxiety. Would you like to 90 to the
phone yourself, or can I attend to
It for you? Just feel perfectly at
home"
Already the young man was hastily
writing line or two on a card he had
taken from his pocket and he handed
II to the waitress, who at his question
had moved silently behind his chair to
do his bidding.
Just call up that number. please,
and give the message below They
will understand, and then you will
write down their answer"
He handed her the pencil and turn
ed again to his dessert Apparently
his entire attention was devoted to his
host and his ice. but in reality he was
listening to the click OF the telephone
and the low, gentle voice In an adjoin-
ing room. 1t came after only a mo-
ment's pause. and he wondered at the
calmness with which the usual for
mula of the telephone was carried on.
He could not hear what she said, but
his ears were alert to the pause, just
long enough for a few words to be
written, and then to her footsteps
coming quietly back
He had applied the test. There was
no number upon the card, and he
knew that if the girl were not the one
of whom he was in search, she would
return for an explanation.
II you are MARY Remington" tell me
where and when / can talk with you. I'm
medately important to us both!
This was what he had written on
the card. His fingers trembled as he
took it from the silver tray which she
presented to him demurely He pick,
ed it up and eagerly read the delicate
writing-hers-the same that had ex-
pressed her thanks and told of her
safe arrival in Chicago. He could
scarcely refrain from leaping from his
chair and shouting aloud in his glad
ness.
The message she had written was
simple. No stranger reading it would
have thought twice about it. If the
guest had read it aloud. it would have
aroused no suspicion.
Y. W. c. A. Building. small parlor,
three tomorrow.
He took his leave early in the eve
ming and hurried back to his hotel. AS
he crossed the street to hail cab, he
thought he saw a short, baggy figure
shamblipg along in the shadow on the
other side, looking up at the house.
He had professed to have business
to attend to, but when he reached his
room he could do nothing but sit down
and think That he had found her for
whom he had so long sought filled him
with a deeper joy than any he had |
ever known before. That he had found
her in such a position deepened the
mystery and filled him with name
less dread, Then out of the shadow |
Of his thoughts shambled the baggy
man in the rubbers, and he could not
rest. but took his hat and walked out |
again ihlO buC 6iCdL luIhDllHB Witt |
Of the city night, W liking on and on,
until he again reached the house
where he had dined
He passed in front of the building, !
and found lights still burning every
where, Down the side street, he saw
he windows were brightly lighted in
he servants quarters, and loud laugh
.er was sounding. Was she in there
such company? No, for there
nigh in the fourth story cleaned
title light and a shadow moved about
across the curtain. Something told
lin that it was her room. He paced
pack and forth until the light went
,ut, and then reverently, with lifted
lat, turned and found his way back
o the main avenue and car line. AS
le passed the area gate a bright light