The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1914-11-13
CHAPTER x.
Concerning Bohemia.


On the following morning, at nine
o'clock promptly, Iris reached the top
landing Of the Muldoon place house
and paused, flushed and rather breath
less, before the studio door. On it.
below the heavy brass knocker and the
plate engraved with Hills name was
modest ticket bearing simply the
word Pedro" Tucked under corner
of this last was a folded bit of paper
addressed to- Madonna Iris At sight
of it her heart almost stopped beating
Could he have gone away? Did he not
wish to see her? With trembling fin
gers she unfastened it. opening it to
her anxious gaze.
At the top of the Dsse was sketch
OF Pedro himself, empty handed, and
running frantically to the open door
of shop which bore the sign:
Artists Supplies" Then came the
words: %The door Is unlocked. Wait
I beseech you 1 haste; fly!" Below
this was second sketch of himself
running madly, package in hand, to-
ward door marked studio.
From sheer relief she laughed aloud
and at the sound door upon the land
ing below creaked as though some one
had opened it to listen. However, Miss
Vanderpool did not notice this, but
turning the handle, let herself into the
studio, where she had often been be-
fore, to be sure, but never until now
unchaperoned.
Closing the door behind her, she
stood motionless, leaning against it,
Pedro's funny little note crushed
tightly in one hand, while she let a
flood of mixed emotions sweep over
her Pedro, the adorable!
Slowly she advanced to the center
Of the floor and smoothed out the
crumpled note. How clever he was!
With tender little sigh she folded
it carefully and slipped it into the
bosom of her gown. Then flushing a
little, she removed her long outer
wrap and laid it, with her hat and
furs, upon the couch.
There was footstep upon the land
ing, and the door opened suddenly.
Expecting to see Pedro, she whirled
about with word of greeting, but to
her amazement, in his stead the door
way was occupied by woman!
1t was Cassie.
For a long moment neither woman
spoke, but stood staring intently, one
as much amazed as the other.
Good morning" said Iris interrog'
atively, the question following swift
on the heels of the first pang of jeal
ousy she had ever experienced.
What woman was this who entered
his apartment as though by right?
Cassie's smile was disarming.
Pretty, and a lady-a rich lady,
she said. why. you must be her!
Well, I'm glad to see you!"
"Who are you, please?" repeated
Iris, smiling little in response, de,
spite herself.
"Of course you'd have to ask re.
piled Cassie. HE wouldn't be likely
to have mentioned me to you. No
more has he told me anything about
you; not knowingly, that is. But just
the same, I've no need to return your
question
You are correct in supposing he has
not spoken Of you," said Iris, puzzled
but with a cold fear creeping over her.
why should he have done so? Il
have not known him very long, and we
have only talked about What is
your name?"
my name is Miss Goodell," replied
the girl, still smiling. her eyes full OF
curiosity.
AMI whc-how do you know me?'
asked 1ris.
Il pose for him." she said, 'and ]
amt generally considered to be lack.
ing in charm. Well. the charm failed,