The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1914-02-12
Icontinu.s from Yesterday,


telegraph them now and ask II may
spend next Sunday with them. Please
don't think that I'm ungrateful 10
them. Will you? 1 don't want YOU to
mink that OF me -
t1y leaned over and gently touched
he old mans forehead with her lips.
moment moro and she had left the
room and was on her way TO telegraph
ne Claytons and was supremacy happy
II the thought OF seeing them SO soon
again.
II was shortly after dinner when the
answer TO her teit gram arrived She
was with Mrs. Yorke IN the dining
room, helping the older woman TO
clear away the dishes, but wishing TO
he alone, she went into her bedroom
and carefully closed and locked the
door. With trembling fingers she
Opened the envelope and read the
message that was signed by old man
layton.
Your mother has decided that
she does not want TO see you on
sunday OF at any time. | am SO
sorry
With the telegram stretched tightly
between her hands, Fay read and re-
cad it's words many times. and then
1T the yellow piece OF paper tutter 10
he floor. For long time she sat on
he edge OF the bed. her elbows on her
nees, her chin between her palms,
Ter dry eyes staring steadily into
space. At last she stopped. and pick
lag up the telegram, carefully folded
and put it in the pocket OF her dress.
Ntter this she slowly crossed the room
md for long time stood looking out
u the open window az the dark walls
If the court. Then she turned back
. the stuny little bedroom with It's
;audy soiled wallpaper. lighted by one
pickering gas-iet With hating. I'M
,eady steps she went over 10 her bu-
,au AMI looked az herself in the
lass. and slowly ran her long taper
fingers through the masses or red
air.
Well she said TO the white dreary
ace in the mirror, the backlog is
,urned, all right--burned to ashes.
m sorry for yen. but | guess this
Mt youI dag. You're standing on
ur own feet now, for sure. Fay. ana
J up to you. just you. And you've
Ut TO make good
She wondered why she did not break
own and cry at her own pitiabie
ght. II would have been great re-
Il to her, she vas quite sure, but 1t
as no more physically possible Tor
IT TO CRY then than il would have
cen 10 laugh aloud Without ony ell
Ort 10 arrange her hair or 10 make
erself more presentable, mechqni-
ally she put ON her hat, and noise
ssly closing her bedroom door be-
nd her, walked slowly down the hall
ay and let herself out OF the fiat.
Having reached the street. she
)nnd that there Was a heavy mist and
aat a light ~aic had begun 10 fall
Dut she paid no heen TO this, and with
owered mead walked cn. looking Meth
T to enc side nor the other For the
rst time since she had come TO New
ork she felt tile loneliness OF a great
ity. During the last few hours She
ad been nsulted by man whom
10 had believed 10 be her friend, and
"a had been cast adrift from the only
ONE that she had ever known. These
ere the two thoughts that crowded
or aching brain as, needless OF Wnltn-
r her steps were Leading her, she
nrried along the rain-swept deserted
raets. once she was nearly run
yer BY a cable car, but deaf TO the
nrses OF the motorman, and appar-
ed so barely escaped. she hurried
nIokly on her way. AT last her I'M
uided steps led her TO Broadway,
nd the glow OF the myriads OF col
red lights brought TO her a sudden
valuation OF where she was The
in had almost ceased now. and she
Is conscious thai the passers-by were
garding her Curiously.
AS she stopped at "A corner. uncer-
In which way 10 turn, a man APP
cached her and with smile offered
a take her home In a taxicab. Fay
urned on him with the ferceness OF
tigress at bay, and In her rage she
ould have struck him. But the first
lance at the girls face was SUFFICIENT
or the man. and he hurried on his
say. The only thought that iilled her
hind now was for her personal pro-
action. It seemed 60 her half-crazed
rain as If she were the prey OF the
hole merciless city and that she
.,ust fnd some one and at once, to
elm her. Her FIRST thought was natu-
ally Fielding, and on the bare chance
nat he would~be at home, she boarded
car that she knew would take her
lmost TO the door OF the house In
Which he lived
She held her thumb against the elec-
r-ic button over his letter-box In the
pwer hallway until, to her supreme
elief. she heard the answering click
the lock of the front door. Tired
she was she fairly few up the two
nnr flights OF stairs and did not
lacken her pace until she saw Field
ng standing In the doorway or MS
partment Breathess, she pushed
side the hand that he held out to her,
nd exhausted from her long walk,
sll painting into the nearest chair
hat offered itself TO her tired body La
moment he was kneeling at her side.
"Why, FAY. dear" he said. you're
aint. and your clothes are drenched.
ell me what's happened. dear, please
ELL me-"
Fay brushed away the loose strands
hair that had fallen across her
amp forehead and made futile Ell
ort to smile away Fieldfng's alarm
YER her forlorn condition
81 had terrible headache, she ex-
lained m a low balf-incoherent voice,
and thought long walk would do
ne good, and Il began to rain.
ont know, but I think | must have
,st my way. And then strange man
nsulted me ia the street. | could
ave killed him. but he ran away from
ia and I started on again, but |
ouldn't think cf anything except that
had been tazen for that kind Of a.