The Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1???-1928, 1914-04-03

Castleton. done broadly. sketchily.
with 4 crayon point. evidently drawn
with haste while the impression was
fresh. but long after she had passed
out of range Of his vision.
81 know her." said Sara quietly.
ITS very clever, Mr.. Booth"
There Is something hauntingiy IA.
miliar about it," he went on, looking
at the sketch with q irown of perplex.
ity. I've seen her somewhere. but
for the life OF me can't place her
Perhaps in a crowded street, or the
theater. or railway train-iust a
fleeting glimpse, you know. But in
any event got lasting impression.
Queer things like that happen, don't
you think so?"
Mrs. W'randau leaned forward and
spoke to Leslie. AS he turned. she
handed him the envelope, without
comment.
Great Scott" he exclaimed.
MIR. Booth is mind reader" she
explained. 'Iie has been reading
your thoughts. dear boy"
Booth understood aud grinned
You don't mean to say" b. gan
the dumfounded Leslie, still staring
at the sketch. Upon my word, IFS
wonderful likeness. old chap. | didn't
know you'd ever met her"
MET herr" cried Booth. an amiable
conspirator. I've never met her"
See here, don't try anything like
that on me. How could you do this
IL you've never seen"
He is a mind reader" cried Sara.
Haven't you been thinking of her
steadily for-well, wen say ten min.
utes?" demanded Booth
Leslie redeemed. "Nonsense!"
That's mental telepathy SKETCH"
said the artist, complacently
when did you do that?'
This instant, you might say. See!
Here is the crayon point. | always
carry one around with me for just
such"
"All right" said Leslie blandly, at
the same time putting the envelope in
his own pocket; well let 1t 60 at
that. If you're SO clever at mind pic
lures you can so to work and make
another for yourself. | mean to keep
this one"
81 say" began Booth, dismayed.
ones thoughts are his own" said
the happy possessor of the sketch. He
turned his back on them.
Sara was contrite. HE will never
give 1t up" she lamented
is he really hard hit?" asked Booth
in surprise.
81 wonder" unused Sara.
"Of course he's welcome to the
sketch, confound him"
would you like to paint her?"
as this commission"
Hardly. | know her, that's all.
She is very dear friend"
my heart is set on painting some
one else, Mrs. Wrandall."
"Oh!"
when | know you better I'll tell
you who she is"
could you make a sketch of this
other one from memory she asked
lightly.
81 think so. I'll show you one this
evening. | have my trusty crayon
about me always, as | said before"
Later in the afternoon Booth came
face to face with Hetty. He was de-
scending the stairs and met her COM
ing up. The sun streamed in through
the tall windows at the turn in the
stairs, shining full in her uplifted face
as she approached him from below.
He could not repress the start or
amazement. She was carrying a box
CT roses in her arms-red roses whose
stems protruded far beyond the end
of the pasteboard box and reeked OF
a fragrant dampness.
She gave him shy, startled smile
as she passed He had stopped to
make room for her on the turn. Some
| what dazed, he continued on his way
down the steps, to suddenly remember
with a twinge Of dismay that he had
not returned her polite smile. but had
stared at her with most unblinking
| feryor. In no little shame and EN-,
barrassment he sent swift glance
over his shoulder. She was walking
close to the banister rail on the floor
| above. AS he glanced up their eyes
met, for she too had turned to peer.
Leslie Wrandall was standing near
the foot of the stairs. There was an
eager, exalted look in his face that
slowly gave way to well-assumed I'M
concern as his friend came upon him
| and grasped his arm,
81 say, Leslie, is she staying here?"
cried Booth, lowering his voice to an
excited half-wbisper.
! 'Who?" demanded Wrandall va
cantly His mind appeared to be else
where.
"Why, that's the girl I saw on the
road Wake up! The one on the
| envelope, you ass. Is she the one you
were telling me about in the club--the
| Miss Whats -Her-Name Who"
"Oh, you mean Miss Castleton. She's
| ,ust gone upstairs. You must have