Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-12-11

TO find the elusive taxi
The real George Everett got out of
his limousine on the corner of Wander
bilt avenue and hurried through the
revolving doors; brisk. debOnair. alert,
decided; with that happy style which
denies foppery and avoids surveillance.
It seemed strange that be should have
a photograph In his hand at which he
looked intently until be got in the con-
course. There he stopped and, with the
picture still In his hand, commenced
watching the faces of the people
throngipg through the gates under the
vast dome. AS he waited he frowned
slightly. "Why had John Dorr sent
him during business hours on a wild
goose chaser he thought of this ar
ticulately and then smiled to himself.
"a wild gooseT he muttered. 1t
brought up darkling sunset vistas,
lakes smooth as quicksilver under the
evening sky. and slim. gray, beautiful
birds homing downward. The frown
left his forehead.
"After all It will be good to see some
body from out of DOORS" he said to
himself.
Half an hour later be discovered that
he had irretrievably missed the ar.
rival of the Chicago express and with
II Ruth Gallon. He went back into
his car and drove to his Office. Once
there he called his head clerk. an an.
cient and fragile man. as crisp and
bloodless as the money that passes on
Wall street, and told him to see at
what hotel Miss Ruth Gallon was stop
ping. Then he wired John Dorr:
Ill Broadway. New York.
John Dorr, master Key Mine Silent
Valley. Cal:
Could not find Miss Gallon at train. Am
seeking for her, as 1t Is important that
the business be settled Immediately. Wire
any possible address.
GEORGE EvERETT.
Far out on Broadway. above the
eighties. an operator was ticking off
another message addressed to Harry
Wilkerson. 1t read:
1 A West Eighty-fourth St. New York.
Harry Wflkerson, Master Key Nine via
Vale Vista, CAL:
Everything all right George met Ruth.
She is now with me and waiting further
guise of prospective purchaser OF stock
The girl is charming.
JEAN DARNELLA
Some houses, like some people, should
never be illumined with sunshine, and
Mrs. Darnelps residence, overlooking
the Hudson. was of this type. Its dull.
red stone front, marked by windows
that seemed blind to all that went by,
was not distinctive in that neighbor.
hood. A thousand doors within a mile
would have suggested to the passerby
nothing more nor less than the great
oak portals within which she lived To
Ruth Gallon. of course. the house
seemed tremendously formal and state
ly. Within she found an atmosphere
so absolutely strange and alien to all
she had ever known that she shrank
within herself and had nothing to say
until she had been conducted to her
own room on the third floor and a dis.
Greet maid was busy unpacking her
things. Ruth felt that society had nj
ready laid it's restrictions on her. She
recognized the maid as the "gown and
hat" policeman.
This silent. but exceedingly obtrusive
parsonage having retired at last, Ruth
studied her surroundings. When she
had completed her survey she thought
to herself that there were two things
wanting. One was a silk haired Per
sian cat and the other a flaming color.
ed scarf across the bed that completed
the altogether of an apartment severe
ly luxurious. Then she tried to ana
lyze the odor. delicate yet insistent
which she was ever afterward to asso.
ciate with Jean Darnell and her expe-
rience in New York.
At last she traced it to some pallid
flowers in the great green and dark red
vase. whose unwholesome beauty was
that OF plants whose roots have never
been In good, sound soil. They looked
to her much like lilies, whose pads had
hoated on some dark and opalescent
pool. viscid with Odors of the night
She was still staring at these and
shifting their scent through widened
nostrils when Mrs. Darnell knocked on
the door and entered slows She had
changed her street gown for a negligee.
which instantly caught the girls ap-
preciative eye.
"You look beautiful" she said quick.
~. Jean Darnell turned her tawny
eyes on her and smiled family.
II am not usually up until noon," she
responded, "and-I am getting old, my
dear" She threw out her teweled
hands with sparkling. gesture of half
comic resignation. Ruth laughed.
John Dorr says everybody gets old
in New York. Don't you like himP'
Mrs. Darnell looked into the clear
eyes of the girl and almost failed to
follow her baser instinct but at that
loose throat she saw the heavy gold of
''The Master Key" AS If 1t had su-
pernatural powers, the sight of that
key locked the door of her heart "Of
course like john" she said easily.
I've must get everything fixed up now.
George will be here-George Everett.
Of course. | mean-tonight, and you
and he can talk the business over"
"You know. we simply must have
the money" Ruth returned earnestly
THE mine isn't paying now, but John
knows where we can find the mother
lode again; then Wen all be rich"
ABR said lean DarnelI "You're