The Washington herald., 1913-01-26

considered 1t a great sacrifice on my part
TO sit on q cold stone In the small morn
ing hours. 1t looks hippant in print. too,
but l honestly meant 1t. 81 am sorry.
You are in great trouble of some sort,
I know; and there's nothing In the world
L would not do to save you from this
trouble. Let me take you home and
continue the search alone. Til find him
II / have to search the whole town.
I'VE shall continue the search to-
eether'-wearily-
What had she written to this other
fellow? Did she love some one else
and was she afraid that / might learn
who II was? My heart became as lead
in my bosom. ] simply could not lose
this charming creature. And now, how
was / ever to win her?
II was not far uptown to the res
taurant, and We made good time.
Would you know him IL you saw
him?' she asked as We left the cab.
Not the least doubt OF It,"-confi-
IDENTIFY.
She sighed. and together we entered
the restaurant. II was full of theater-
going people, music. and the hum OF
voices. We must have created a small
sensation, wandering from table to table.
from room to room, the girl with a look
of dread and wearintss on her face. and
l Win tne kIdHpcu
firmly IN my hand and my brows scowl-
ing. IL hadn't been in love II would
have been a fine comedy. Once I sur
prised her looking toward the corner
table near the orchestra. How many
Joyous Sunday dinners We had had
there, Heigh-ho:
rs that hep she whispered. clutching
my arm of a sudden, her gaze directed
to a nearby table.
looked and shook my head.
NO: my Frenchman had mustache
and a goatee."
Her hand dropped Iistlessly. I confess
to the thought that 1t must have been
very trying for her. What a plucky girl
she was, She held me in contempt and
yet she chung to me patiently and un-
murmur!ng. And had lost her,
I'VE may have to go down town.
No! as live, there he is now"-
joyfulIy.
where" There was half sob in
her throat.
The table by the short flight Of stairs
the man just lighting the cigar
cite. I'll go alone"
But can not stand here alone in
the middle OF the floor ."
called a wai;lr. GIVE this lady a
chair for a moment" and ! dropped a
coin in his palm. He bowed. and beck
are always writing fool things and then
moving Heaven and earth to recall
them.
monsieur de Bcausire?" I said in
quiringly.
Beausire glanced up.
'Oh. eet ees - I forget zee
name?"
told him.
'T am delight" he cried joyfully. as II
-. chair
be seat ."
THANK you. but its about the hats"
Hats
Yes. 1t seems that the hat gave
you belongs to another man. In your
haste you did not notice the mistake.
This is your hat, the shining
tile.
hat: ''eet ees mine, See, l bring heem
from France: zee no mees mine Via,
And nevaire look in zee uzZer hat! I
am pair-fickly dumfound'!" And his as
tonishment was genuine.
Where is the other hat. the one
gave you?' I was in great hurry.
'I have heem here" reaching to the
vacant chair at his side. while the French
consul eyed us both with some suspicion.
We might be lUnatics. Beausire handed
me the benevolent old gentleman's hat.
ard the burden dropped from my shoul-
ders. 'Eet ees such meestake,
laugh: eh?'' He shook with merriment.
Il wear two hats and not know zee NEE
stake
thanked him and made of as grace
fully as ! could. The girl rose as she
saw me returning. when l reached
her side she was standing with her
slender body inclined toward me. She
stretched forth a hand and solemnly
I gave her Mr.. Chittenden's hat.
wondered vaguely II any one was
looking at us, and. II so. what he
thought OF us.
The girl pulled the hat literally in
side out in her eagerness; but her
gloved fingers trembled so that the
precious letter huttered to the floor.
We both stopped. but 1 was quicker.
1t was no attempt or my part to see
the address: my act was one of COM
mon politeness. But ] could not help
seeing the name. 1t was my own,
Give II to me-" she cried breath
lessly.
did so. l was not. at that particu-
lar moment. capable of doing anything
else. I was too bewildered. My own