Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1915-11-19
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BEAUTIFUL
EYES
A Case Of Mistaken Identity.
By c. S. THOMPSON
Copyright by Frank A. Munsey Co.

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Say, Mr.. Van Norden, there's glrl
been coming here the last two days.
Young Van Norden looked up will
boyish blue eyes, rather annoyed by
the loud voice in the quiet Of his pr
vate Office He was further struck by
the mans ugliness "a ford cheek
with smallish, keen eyes and square
set Jaw.
II beg your pardon" said young Var
Norden, pointing to chair. "Yom
name2" he went on with emphasis.
"Me2 oh, it's all right, Mr. Var
Norden," answered the caller, placini
his derby hat on the floor. 1'm from
the central office. Murdock's my name
This glrl-shes been looking for you
as get It. Missed you both days. Sc
1 take 1t she'll be on hand this after
noon"
well, what of 1t, Mr.. Murdoch"
IF amt mistaken, Mr.. Van Norden
she's coming for money. Just heaI
what she has to say. She'll tell n sob
story If have my guess. Well b.
waiting outside. in case you happen ts
need u.s."
Mr.. Van Norden let his caller out by
way Of the front office-a room with
blackboard on which boy was chalk
ing up stock quotations.
He returned to his private office
where about an hour later he found
himself staring down into q pair OF
beautiful dark eyes, very soft and fem
mime. Her cheeks were pale, but with
out powder. Her gown had simple YET
pleasing lines, with satisfying har
mony Of color, a shade Of tan will
trimmings of fine white lace.
II beg your pardon" he said when
the Office boy had gone. But I didn't
get the name"
Miss Summerton," she answered
holding aside a small hand bag.
miss Summerton," he went on wher
she had become seated. 1.-THE boy said
you wished to see me on a personal
matter, 1 believe"
I'm coming on rather an odd mis-
sion," she began with touch of color
II want to interest you, Mr.. Van Nor
den, in case of charity"
What is odd about itT
well, Nottingham is, excepting
the fact that he once traded with your
firm"
"Who is the manT
His name is Wentworth-Jame
Wentworth"
wentworth" he said, wheeling In
his chair SO that he faced the Other
way. Eyes, father once did business
with a man named Wentworth
James Wentworth. A tall, handsome
man with black hair. A regular athlete
IL I'm not mistaken. Always in the
top of fashion"
He isn't anything like that now
she answered slowly. "EIe's an old mar
with snow white hair, and altogether
he's quite n pathetic figure"
He caught tremulors note.
Did Mr.. Wentworth send your" he
asked.
lie turned around not too suddenly,
yet In time to see her Withdrawing her
handkerchief from her cheeks.
mo; he didn't send me-" she an.
swered, staring at him.
Yet you come for him." he said al.
most harshly.
Yes; l come to you. The truth Is
Mr.. Wentworth is dying in poverty.
He may live week, maybe not that
long. Three days ago he expressed a
wish-a simple wish that he might sec
the green fields again. Mr.. Van Nor.
den, didn't know but you might have
the money. 1t would only be loan"
He slowly took up his pen and after
n moment reached for his check book.
"Will 500 be enough" he asked.
Yes, indeed" she quickly answered.
I'm glad to be able to do 1t for you,
Miss Summerton," he said.
She seemed to be avoiding his gaze.
Miss Summerton," he said, seeing
the color In her cheeks, mot that it
makes any difference, tell mo how did
you come to know Of Mr.. Wentworth
and Of his dealings with our frmP
IL know his daughter very WELL" she
answered, squarely facing him.
The telephone rang.
He took up the receiver.
Miss Summerton," he said the next
moment, putting down the telephone
and getting up, sit seems that 1 have
an urgent caller outside. Would you
mind waitlng-just a moment? There
was something else l wished to say,
just word"
She followed him to an inner room,
tho door Of which he opened for her.
Then he softly closed the door and,
taking out a cigarette, struck light
and went idly smoking to the front Of
fee, where he stood facing his caller.
His caller was the ugly man Of square
jaw and ford cheek, who was nerv-
ously holding his derby hat.
"She In there" asked the central
Office man.
II let her out by the side hail." said
young Van Norden, indicating the door.
mo; you didn't, did your
Look here, Murdock," spoke up
young Van Norden, "that girl isn't a
crook"
'That being the case" came the
sneering answer. "why didn't you call
us inT
II thought I'd save her the annoy.
ance Of third degree examination"
"You gave her a checkT
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