Putnam patriot., 1913-09-05

rytng the great pasteboard box to ! his club This idea had come as a sudden inspiration. He had not thought of the necessity of getting rid of that box before.
 If it becomes necessary. where shall I say you are going this evening ?' he asked in low tone, as they turned to go up the steps. She summoned faint, f1ickering smile.
 When people have been travelling abroad and are stopping over in the city, they often go to Washington, do they not?" she asked half shyly.
 The door swung open before they could say another word, and the young man remembered that he must introduce his new friend As there was no further opportunity to ask her about her name. he must trust to luck.
 The girl obeyed the motion of the servant and slipped up to the dress ing-room as if she were a frequent guest in the house, but it was in some trepidation that Tryon Durham re- moved his overcoat and arranged his necktie. He had caught a passing glimpse of the assembled company, and knew that MT. Bowman was growing impatient for his dinner. His heart almost failed him now that the girl was out of sight. What if she should not prove to be accustomed to society. after all, and should show it? Flew embarrassing that would be! He had seen her only in a half-light as yet. How had he dared? But it was too late now, for he was coming from the dressing-room, and Mrs. Bowman was approaching them with outstretched hands, and well come in her face.
 My dear Miss Remington, it is so good of you to help me out! can see by the first glance that it is going to be a privilege to know you. can't thank you enough for waiying formal ities."
 Tt was very lovely of you to ask posture, "a stranger"
 Don't speak of it, dear Mr Dun- hams friends are not strangers, l as- sure you. Tryon, didn't you tell her how long we have known each other? l shall feel quite hurt if you have never mentioned me to her Now, come, for my cook is in the last stages of despair over the dinner. Miss Remington, how do you manage to look so fresh and lovely after long sea voyage? You must tell me your secret"
 The young man looked down at the girl and saw that her dress was in perfect taste for the occasion, and also that she was very young and beautiful. He was watching her with kind of proprietary pride as she moved forward to be introduced to the other guests, when he saw her sweep one quick glance around the room, and for just an instant hesitate and draw back. Her face grew white; then, with a supreme effort, she con- trolled her feelings, and went through her part with perfect ease.
 When Judge Blackwell was intro duced to the girl, he looked at her with what seemed to Durham to be more than passing interest but the keen eyes were almost immediately transferred to his own face, and the young man had no further time to watch his protegee. as dinner was immediately announced.
 Miss Remington was seated next to Dunham at the table, with the Judge on her other side. The young man was pleased with the arrange ment, and sat furtively studying the delicate tinting of her face, the dainty line of cheek and chin and ear, the sweep of her dark lashes, and the ripple of her brown hair, as he tried to converse easily with her, as an old friend might.
 At length the Judge turned to the girl and said
 Miss Remington, you remind me strongly of young woman who was in my office this afternoon.
 The delicate color fickered out of the girls face entirely, leaving even her lips white, but she lifted her dark eyes bravely to the kindly blue ones. and with sweet dignity baffied the questioned recognition in his look
 Yes, you are so much like her that I would think you were-her sis ter perhaps, if it were not for the name," Judge Blackwell went on. "She was a most interesting and beautiful young lady" The old gen tleman bestowed upon the girl look that was like a benediction. Excuse me for speaking of it, but her dress was something soft and beautiful. like