The Washington herald., 1914-11-19

not Miss Trimble. do not know what
you are talking about"
The doctor repeated his words pa
tiently. You may remember" he added,
that you particularly wished to see a
place in Westchester county-an old
colonial mansion which is for sale. Mr.
Smith wished me to show II to YOU
who IL Mr.. SMITH" she asked. cur
iousIy.
Jonas Smith. the banker"
Il have heard of him." she said
slowly.
Il was positive you would recollect the
circumstances. Miss Trimble." said the
doctor, wipinG his perspirIng brow. This
young woman with black-lashed brown
eyes was beautiful. indeed. A rich color
came and went in her cheeks. and under
the brim Of her white hat her black hair
curved softly against her temples. a
little smile hovered around her lips and
her hands played nervously with
silver-meshed purse.
How long will it take US to inspect
the place and return" she asked after
a while. 4 have an engagement at s
o clock"
1T is not a long ride" evaded the
physician have directed the chauf-
feur to lose no time. Perhaps you
would like to look over the photographs
OF the house now. 1t is a very at
tractive property
Thank you," said the girl demurely,
rs she took the papers that Jonas smith
had sent TO him for the purpose. 1T
seems a beautiful estate. but as am
as poor as a church mouse ] am afraid
you are wasting your time. l could not
possibly buy it,
The physician was silent. II was a very
embarrassing situation for him, this kid
mapping OF a beautiful young lady, who
appeared to be as sane as himself Her
denial OF her own identity convinced him
that she was deranged, as her guardian
had testified. Also her remarks concern
ing her poverty were indications OF in
sanity
reached DR.. widdIe's sanatorium he
would turn her over to the kindly care
OF that great specialist with unqualified
relief. The whole situation was repug-
nant to him.
He stole a glance at her. She was
remarkably beautiful. She was the sort
Of a girl he might have fallen in love
with II he had met her under different
circumstances. He surprised a fright
ened furtIve glance from the lovely
eyes.
She suspected him-she was afraid! He
began to talk about the house that he
was taking her to inspect. In his earnest
endeavor to interest her wavering atten-
tion. DIR. Eastman grew quite lncoherent
in his laudation OF the Westchester es-
tate. He knew as little about real es-
tate as the average busy practitioner and
he was desperately aware that he had be-
trayed his ignorance OF the subject
Sun parlors and kitchen gardens. rose
walks and back stairs were confused
together; in one sentence he burdened the
house with an observation tower. and
in another he called it a colonial bunE-
alow." whatever that might be. He av-
erred that there was an Italian garden,
and he recklessly placed nine bath
rooms In the house when the plans plain
ly revealed but five.
Suddenly the girl Tilted hack her head
and laughed. 'T wouldn't miss seeing
that place for anything" she gurgled.
There can't be another like 1t in the
world, Mr.. Eastman
There isn't" he said. gloomily, and
looked dreamIIy out at the feeting seem
cry. II she was familiar with the roads
hereabouts she might wonder at the
route they were taking, but she said
nothing. and DR.. Eastman saw with
relief that they were nearing the gates
OF the sanatorium.
AS they shot through the wide entrance
and heard the heavy iron gates clang
menacingly behind them the girl whirled
about with amazed face.
You have deceived me-" she said con-
temptuously. Why are you bringing me
here?"
please, please calm yourself, Miss
Trimble," begged the young doctor.
~ am quite calm, thank you" she re-
torted. Remember. please, that I am
not Miss Trimble. I never heard OF
Miss Trimble, and the instant We are
within the doors yonder I shall turn
you over to the proper authorities"
Il hope you wiIl," groaned the unhappy
doctor.
The taxicab rolled under the porte
cochere- The chauffeur opened the door
DR.. Eastman stepped out, and, disdain-
ing his offered hand, his oSmpanion