Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1913-08-16
ily and all. I really must hurry
But what is her name. Tryon?r

right"
But, Tryon, her name"
The receiver was hung up with a
click, and Durham looked at his watch
nervously. In two minutes his half
hour would be up, yet he must let
Judge Blackwell know. Perhaps he
could still catch him at the Office. He
sometimes stayed downtown late. Dun
ham rang up the Office. The Judge was
still there, and in moment his
CHEEKY voice was heard ringing out,
Hello"
Hello. Judge! Is that you? :
This is Durham. Chicago. Yes,
the business is all done, and I'm ready
to come home, but l want to give you
bit of news. Do you remember the
young woman who dined with US at
Mrs. Bowman's and played the piano
so well? :. Yes, the night met you.
-. Well, you half guessed that night
how it was with US, think. And now
at once, before return. l am just
about to go to the church, but 1 want
ed your blessing first"
Blessings and congratulations Oh
you both" came in a hearty voice
over the phone. Tell her she shall
be at once taken into the firm as chief
consultant on condition that she plays
for me whenever I ask her"
A great gladness entered the young
mans heart as he again hung up the
receiver, at this glimpse into the bright
vista OF future possibilities. He hur-
ried into the street, forgetful of en-
gravers. The half-hour was up and
one minute over.
In the meantime, the girl had slipped
into her own garments once more with
a relief and joy she could scarcely be-
! lieve were her own. Had 1t all been
an ugly dream, this life she had been
| living for the past few months, and
was she going back now to rest and
peace and real life? Nay, not going
back, but going forward.
A knock at the door brought her
back to realities again. Her heart
throbbed wildly. Had he come back
to her already? Or had her enemy
| found her out at last?
Tryon Durham hurried up the steps
Of the Y. w. c. A. building, nearly
/ knocking over a baggy individual in
rubbers, who was lurking in the en-.
| trance. The young man had seen a
boy in uniform, laden with two enor.
nous boxes, run up the steps as he
turned the last corner. Hastily writ
ing a few lines on one of his cards
and slipping it into the largest box, he
sent them both up to the girls room
! Then he sauntered to the door TO see
if the carriage had come. 1t was there
He glanced inside to see if his orders
about flowers had been fulfilled, and
( spoke a few words of direction to the
driver. Turning back to the door, he
found the small, red eyes of the baggy
Irishman fixed upon him. Something
in the SLOUGH of the figure reminded
Durham strongly now of the man he
had noticed the night before, and as
he went back into the building he
looked the man over well and deter
mined to watch him. AS he sat in the
Office waiting. twice he saw the bleary
eyes of the baggy man applied to the
| glass panes in the front door and as
suddenly withdrawn. 1t irritated him
and finally he strobe to the door ant
asked the man if he were looking fol
some one.
Just waitin' fer me sweetheart,
whined the man, with a cringing atti
tude. "She has a room in here, an
saw her go in while back"
Well you'd better move on. The!
don't care to have people hanging
around here"
I Upstairs the girl had dared to opeI
her door and had been relieved to fine
the elevator boy there with the TIVE
boxes.
The gentleman's below, an he say
he'll wait. an he sent these up" salt
the boy, depositing HIS burden ant
hurrying away.
She locked her door once more, TO
somehow great fear had stolen owe
her now that she was again dressed il
her own garments and could be easil,
recognized.
She opened the large box and reat
the card lying on the top:
These are my wedding gifts to you
dear. Put them on and come as soon a
possible TO the one who loves you bette
than anything else in life.
Her eyes shone brightly and he
cheeks grew rosy red as she lifted on
from its tissue paper wrappings
long, rich coat of Alaska seal, witt
exquisite brocade lining. She put
on and stood a moment looking d
herself in the glass. She felt like on
who had for a time lost her identity
and has suddenly had it restored. Sue
garments had been ordinary comfort
Of her former life. She had not bee
warm enough in the coarse blac
coat.
The other box contained a beautiful
hat of fur to match the coat It wa
simply trimmed with one long, beaut
full black plume, and in shape and ger
eral appearance was like the hat h
had borrowed for her use in the fall
She smiled happily as she set it upo
her head, and then laughed outright a
she remembered her shabby sill
gloves. Never mind. She could TAX
them of when she reached tn
church.
She packed the little black dres