Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-05-17

yes: and you?. queried Kent, as
the other hesitated.
Il am going back to Hedgerow
House. concluded the artist obsti-
nately
IF | were employed to work on
this case" observed Kent dispassion-
ately; IF it were mere commission
undertaken on money terms. I should
throw it up right here and now" He
took long strong pull at the ex-
tension epd of hfs ear, and whistled
bar or two of "Pagliacci." DO you
know room 571 at the Eyrie?" he
asked abruptly.
mo. Yes; l do. too. That's your
temple of white silence, isn't it?"
Correct. Humor me thus far. Walk
up to the hotel Give this card to
the clerk Get the key Go to that
room at once. Lie down on your
back with your eyes open, and think
for one hour by the watch. If at the
end of that time you still believe
you're right, go. ahead. VIII you do
it?"
Agreed. It's a bargain But it
won't change my mind"
"A bargains a bargain. It won't
need to- said Kent coolly. by that
time, if l have any understanding of
Mr.. Alexander Blair, he will have put
your Lady of Mystery on the morn
ing train which leaves for Boston by
one of the other roads If hot-why,
you may take your chance"
ca;d cd rru,faI-
owe you too much to go back on
my agreement. But--see here Kent.
She's going to Boston. You're going
to Boston. You can easily find out
where the Blairs live. Go to her for
me and find
Heaven forbidl' cried Kent pious-
ly.
"Why?"
Haven't told you that l am a
timid creature and especially about
females? over seventy | like ,em,
and under seven love EN-. Be-
tween, shun EN-. I'll do anything
for you but that. my boy,'' he con-
Guided, as the train came rumbling
in.
Then I shall have to follow, and
look her up myself" returned his
friend. "I'll wire you before come.
Good by"
"By the way" said Kent, leaning
out from the car step upon which
he had swung himself, don't be dis
turbed if you miss that drawing
which we bought from Elder Den
nett, at bargain"
Miss it? Why, where is itg''
''In my suit case
whats it doing there?'
why, you see, if it's a sketch for
a finished portrait by Elliott, as
suspect, some of the art people in
Boston might recognize it. Good
luck! / hope not to see you soon;
too soon, that isl
Chance and deranged railway
schedule conspired against the peace
of mind of the shy and shrinking
Kent Outside of Boston few miles
is a junction and crossing. Here
Kent's train was held UP by some
minor accident. Here, too, the train
from the north on the other road
stopped for orders. Thus 1t was that
Kent, stepping out to take the air.
found himself looking into an open
Pullman window, at woman's face
framed in deepest black; a young
face, but saddened and weary. whose
unforgetables appeal of usefulness
had looked out upon him from the
canvas in Sedgwick's studio.
Mrs. Blair!"
For once in his life. Chester
Kent's controlled tongue had
broken the leash. Immediately
he would have given consid-
cradle sum of money to recall
his impulsiye exclamation, He was
in an agony of shyness. But 1t was
too late. The girlishr face turned. The
composed eyes scanned serious
looking man. of indeterminate age,
| clad in the cool elegance of light
gray, and obviously harassed by
some catastrophe embarrassment.
Il beg p-p-pardon," suffered the
man. Are you Mr.. Blair? I'm Mrs.
Kent"
ITO BE Continued on Monday