The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1913-01-24

replied calmly.
"Oh, go to the devilv And with
characteristic abruptness Haig rose
and walked out Of the office.
A minute later he reappeared to de-
mand, "Do you still want toT
'Want to what?" said John so blank
" that Haig again recommended the
devil as his ultimate destination and
withdrew.
Out in the street he stopped long
enough to look back through the win
dow. John was still absently jabbing
the Goals. Haig shook his head and
passed on, muttering to the snowy
night:
81 have seen a miracle-a man who
has tested, yet believes in the people
and who has loved the same woman
through five years. l wonder how
long his courage will hold out?'
John drew up to the desk and began
a letter. 1t did not progress rapidly.
His pen had gone as far as "Replying
to your favor Of the Goth inst.," when
it fell unnoticed from his fingers. He
returned to his contemplation of the
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He was thinking of Katherine Hamp-
den. He had been thinking of her a
great deal lately, after long period
In which he had kept the remembrance
Of her in the secret, rarely opened
chamber of his innermost conscious
ness.
1t had been the easier to bury, if not
completely to forget, the past, because
Katherine's life and his had not often
crossed. The incident of the flowers
has been told. One day, week be-
fore the conversation just narrated,
they had accidentally met.
He was in the Steel City to deliver
his lecture on "Civic Responsibility"
before one of the reform bodies that
discussed, but did nothing to alleviate
the city's ills. For early luncheon he
went into a restaurant where elab-
crate trappings and service enabled
the patron to ignore the moderately
well cooked food and immoderately
high prices.
AS he was passing through the
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crime Hampden and another lady,
whose attire proclaimed her one of
fashions elect. There was a moments
hesitation, and then impulsively Kath-
crime held out her hand. Mutual in
quiries concerning each others health
followed, were satisfactorily answered,
and Katherine introduced him to her
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family. as from great height, down
upon the rather countrified looking
man who carried the queer, black
slouch hat.
"This is the Mr.. Dunmeade," Kath-
crime explained
ooh, indeedr' was the murmured an.
swer, accompanied by vacuous smile
Mrs Deland, it was clear, had never
heard of "the Mr.. Dunmeade." Just
then another group entered the foyer
and with scant ceremony she escaped
to join them. Katherine said:
There isn't any reason why we
shouldn't have a nice, chummy little
chat, is there? I am waiting for Mr.
Gregg, who is always late. Shall we
sit down somewhereY
He assented, and they ensconced
themselves on a luxurious davenport
with which the foyer was equipped.
"He is still faithful, you see," she
laughed Obviously she referred tc
Gregg. 'They are preparing to lay
me on the shelf. 1 am almost twen
ty-nine, you may remember. And they
are beginning to put me on boards and
committees and things already! II
is suspected in some quarters that
rouge"
He smiled his skepticism.
''No, 1 don't, though no doubt II
come to it in time. About yourself. You
have had some very interesting expert
ences, haven't you? keep tab on you
through the newspapers. 1 heard q
man pay you very fine compliment
Ought to tell you, wonder? Or dc
you receive so many that one more
wouldn't interest?'
at is when we get few that a com
pliment is dangerous. I'm not sure
but I'll risk it," he said idly.
''He said, "A man can't keep OF
plSdSHlHS ueCeuCy as euIueSJly ant
bravely as Dunmeade does unless he's
pretty decent sort of chap himself.
don't mind telling you it was Mr.
Gregg who said that" She did not ado
that Gregg had qualified his compli
, ment with, "Of course he's a crank"
, "That was kind of Gregg"
"He often speaks of you. He ad
mires you and is very much interested
, in yOur-career. We may call it that
, maynt WEI"
, "If you can't think of better word.
, He wished it were not necessary II
+ bring Greggs name so often into thu
conversation.
Continued in Next Fridays Issue.
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