The evening world., 1914-03-02

rested the eye OF the woman whose
thoughts had not been conducive to
an appreciation Of scenery during the
Journey past.
AZ she drew . deep breath Of the
thin. stimulating air. tho tension les
sened on her strained nerves. She
locked back at the ihterminable miles
over which she had como. the miles
which lay between her and the night
mare Of disgrace and failure she had
left, and then at the new, untried
field before her. The light Of new
hope shons In her handsome basel
o. o.. and there was fresh life In her
step ~ she picked up her suitcase
and started across the railroad track
toward the town.,
Emma Have - 81. Louis.-
she wrote boldly upon the bethumbed
register Of tho Terriberry House. -
She was the object OF interested
glances a. she ate her supper In the
long dining-room. for. although she
was nearly thirty. there was still
something Of Eirlhood In her tire1
face. Hut bfJC- seemed engrossed In
her own thoughts and returned to
her room - soon a. she had satep.
work Quilt which covered her bed.
with her hands clasped above her
head. staring at the ceiling and try
Ing to forget the past in conjecturing
the future.
The clatter Of dishes ceased after
time andHwith the darkness came the
sound OF many voices in the hall
below. There was laughter and much
scurrying to and fro. Then she heard
the explanatory tuning Of q violin and
finally q loud and masterful voice
urging the selection Of partners for o
Quadrille. Whoops Of exuberance.
shrill feminine laughter. and jocose
personalities shouted across the room
followed. Then. simultaneous with q
burst Of music. the scuffling Of sliding
that the dance was on.
While she listened her car caught
q sound which had no part in. the
gayety below. II came family at
frst, then louder as a smothered sob
became a sharp intake Of breath.
DR.. Harpe sat UP and listened in
tently. The sound was close, appar-
entity at the head Of the stairs. She
was not mistaken, q woman was cry.
4 crouching figure on the top step
shrank further into the shadow.
rs that you crying"
Another sob was tho answer.
what ais you? Come in here"
While she struck q match to light
the lamp the girl obsyed meohan-
Dr.. Harps showed . chair toward
her with her foot.
manded, half humorously. Are you
. wallhower or 10 your beau dancing
with another siri?"
There Was a rush OF tears which the
girl covered her face with her hands
to hide.
"Huh-I hit II, did I1'
While she wept softly DR.. Harpe
inspected her with elaboration. Sbe
was tall and awkward. with long.
nat feet and . wide face with high
cheek bones that was scandinavian
in its type. Her straight hair was the
drab shade which haxen hair he
comes before It darkens. and her
large mouth had a solemn. unsmiling
droop. Her best feature was her
brown, melancholy. imaginative
eyes. She looked like tho American
born daughter OF Swedish or Nor
wegtan emigrants, and her large
knuckled hands. too. bespoke the
peasant strain.
name"
The girl raised her fearful eyes.
"Kunkei--Augusta Kunkel."
"Oh, German?'
Tho girl nodded.
well, Miss KunkeW-she sup
pressed q smile-"tell mo your
troubles and perhaps you'll feel bet
ter"
More tears was the girls reply.
Look here"-there was Impotence
in her voice-"there's no man worth
bawling over"
"But-but''--- wept tho girl, he
said he'd marry mel"
Isn't he going tor"
II don't know-he's going away in
few days and he won't talk any
more about II. He's waltxed every
waits tonight with Essie Tisdaie
and has not danced once with me-"
80? And who's Essie Tisdaler'
"She's the waitress here"
Downstairs? In this hotelT"
Augusta Kunkel nodded.