The commonwealth. (Scotland Neck, N.C.) 1896-1929, 1914-06-18

ity. I've seen her somewhere, but
for the life of me l can't place her.
Perhaps in a crowded street, or the
theater, or a railway train-just a
feeting glimpse, you know But in
any event l got a lasting Impression.
Queer things like that HAPPEN, don't
you think so?"
Mrs. Wrandall leaned forward and
spoke to Leslie. AS he turned she
handed him the envelope, without
comment
Great Scott" he exclaimed
Mr.. Booth is a mind reader" she
explained. He has been reading
your thoughts, dear boy"
Booth understood, and grinned.
You don't mean to say" began
the dumfounded Leslie, still staring
at the sketch. Upon my word, it's q
wonderful likeness, old chap. l didn't
| know you'd ever met her"
Met herr" cried Booth, an amiable
coI+spirator. i've never met her"
See hero. don't try anything like
that on me. How cbaH you do this
! if you've never seem
| HE is a mind reader" cried Sara.
Haven't you been thinking of BE-
steadily for-well, We'll say ten MINI
utes?" demanded Booth.
Leslie Redeemed. "Nonsense!"
That's a mental telepathy sketch"
said the artist, complacently.
when did you do that"
This instant, you might say. See!
Here is the crayon point. l always
carry one around with me for just
such"
All right" said Leslie blandly, al
the same time putting the envelope ir
his own pocket; well let it go al
that. If you're so clever at mind pic
lures you can go to work and make
another for yourself l mean to keel
this one"
Il say" began Booth, dismayed.
"Ones thoughts are his own" sal,
the happy possessor of the sketch. HI
turned his back on thea.
Sara was contrite He will neve
give it up" she lamented.
"Is he really hard hit?' asked Boot
in surprise.
81 wonder" unused Sara.
"Of course he's welcome to tn
sketch, cOnfOund him."
Would you like to paint herr"
is this commissioner"
Hardly. l know her, that's al
, She is a very dear friend"
MY heart is set on painting som
one else, Mrs. Wrandal-"
/ obi"
} when 1 know you better I'll te
you who she is"
l could you make a sketch of thi
other one from memory" she aske
lightly.
3 Il think so. I'll show you one t:,i
evening. l have my trusty cray's
5 about me always. as l said before"
t , Later in the afternoon Booth cam
: face to face with Hetty. He was d.
r scending the stairs and met her con
+, ing up. The sun strea1ned in throug
: the tall windows at the turn in tn
r stairs, shining full in her uplifted fac
| as she approached him from below
e He could not repress the start c
amazement She was carrying DO
of roses in her arms-red roses who's
= stems protruded far beyond the en-
j of the pasteboard box and reeked {
e a fragrant dampness.
, She gave him a shy, startled smil
as she passed. He bad stopped
e make room for her on the turn. Som'
g what dazed, he continued on his wa
: down the steps. to suddenly remembe
a with a twinge of dismay that he ha
not returned her polite smile, but ha
e stared at her with most unblinkin
|. fervor In no little shame and en-
a barrassment he sent swift glanc
y over his shoulder. She was walkin
7, close to the banister rail on the foe
n above AS he glanced up their eye
s met, for she too had turned to pee
d Leslie Wrandall was standing mes
the foot of the stairs. There was a
T. eager, exalted look in his face tn,
slowly gave way to well-assumed u
4 concern as his friend came upon hi
g and grasped his arm.
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