The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1914-03-20

men, suddenly, he looked up and
met her eyes.
she was standing just back of her
chair, with quiet, vatchful
attitude, but her eyes had been un.
consciously upon the guest, until he
ne looked up and caught her glance.
n turned away, but the color rose
IN her cheeks, and she knew that he
was watching her.
Her look had startled him. He had
v thought Of looking for her In a
mental position. and at first he had
notlced only the likeness to her for
whom he was searching. But he watch
ed her furtively, until he became more
and more startled with the resem-
blance. At last he broke in upon the
conversation:
Excuse me, but | wonder II | may
interrupt you for a moment. I have
thought OF something that l ought to
attend to at once. I wonder II the
waitress would be kind enough to
send a phone message for me. am
afraid 1t will be too late II I wait"
Why. certainly" said the host, all
anxiety. Would you like to go 10 the
phone yourself, or ian l attend to
1t for you? Just feel perfectly at
home.'
Already the young man was hastily
writing a line OF two on a card he had
taken from his pocket, and he handed
1t to the waitress, who at his question
had moved silently behind his chair to
do his bidding.
Just call up that number, please,
and give the message below. They
Will understand, and then you will
write down their answer"
He handed her the pencil and turn
ed again to his dessert. Apparently
his entire attention was devoted to his
lost and his ice, but in reality he was
listening to the click of the telephone
and the low, gentle voice in an adjoin-
ing room. 1t came after only a mo-
ment's pause, and he wondered at the
calmness with which the usual for
mula Of the telephone was carried on.
He could not hear what she said, but
his ears were alert to the pause, just
long enough for a few words to be
written, and then t her footsteps
coming quietly back.
He had applied the test. There was
no number upon the card, and he
knew that II the girl we're not the one
Of whom he was in search, she would
return for an explanation.
where and when I can talk with you. I'm
mediately Important to us both.
This was what he had written or
the card. His fingers trembled as hi
took it from the silver tray which she
presented to him demurely. He pick
ed it up and eagerly read the delicate
writing-hers-the same that had ex
pressed her thanks and told of hel
safe arrival In Chicago. He coult
scarcely refrain from leaping from hi!
chair and shouting aloud in his glad
ness.
The message she had written wa!
simple. No stranger reading 1t would
have thought twice about it. II tn,
guest had read it aloud. it would hav'
aroused nj suspicion.
Y. w. C. A. Building, small parior
three tomorrow.
He took his leave early in the eve
ming and hurried back to his hotel. A
he crossed the street to hail a cab. h,
thought he saw a short, baggy figur
shambling along in the shadow on tn
other side, looking up at the house.
He had ~professed to have business
to attend to. but when he reached hi
room he could do nothing but sit dow
and think. That he had found her TO
whom he had SO long sought filed hin
with a deeper Joy than any he ha'
ever known before. That he had foun'
her in such a position deepened tn
mystery and filled him with a name
less dread. Then out Of the shade,
Of his thoughts shambled the bagg
man in the rubbers. and he could nc
rest. but took his hat and walked on
again into the great rumbling Will
Of the city night, walking on and OF
until he again reached the hous
where he had dined.
He passed in front Of the building
and found lights still burning ever!
where. Down the side street, he sa'
the windows yer brightly lighted !
the servants quarters. and loud laugl
ter was sounding. Was she in Their
enduring such company? No, for ther
! high in the fourth story cleaned
little light. and q shadow moved abor
across the curtain. Something tol
, him that 1t was her room He pace
back and forth until the light wer
out, and then reverently. with hfte
!. hat. turned and found his way bac