Willmar tribune., 1915-07-07
BE AU' IFUI
EYES
ACase Of Mistaken Identity.
By C. S. THOMPSON
Copyright by Frank A. Munsey Co.

: By 6. s. THOMPSON E
q Copyright by Frank A. Munsey Co.
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"Say. Mr.. Van Norden. there's girl
been coming here the last two days.
Young Van NordeD looked up with
boyish blue eyes, rather annoyed BY
the loud voice in the quiet Of his pri-
vate Office. He was further struck BY
the mans ugliness "a dorid cheek.
with smallish. keen eyes and square
set jaw.
II beg your pardon" said young Van
Norden, pointing to chair. ''Your
nameT' he went on with emphasis.
Met oh, it's all right. Mr.. Van
Norden." answered the caller. placing
his derby hat on the floor. I'm from
the central Office. Murdock's my name.
This girl-she's been looking for you.
as get 1t. Missed you both days. So
take it she'll be on hand this after
noon"
"Well. what Of it, MI. MurdockT'
IF I amt mistaken. Mr.. Van Norden.
she's coming for money. Just hear
what she has to say. She'll tell sob
story If l have my guess. Well be
waiting outside. in case you happen to
need u.s.
Mr.. Van Norden let his caller out by
way of the front off1ce-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 a 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, shade of tan with
trimmings of fine white lace.
Il beg your pardon" he said when
the Office boy had gone. But didn't
get the name."
Miss Summerton," she answered.
holding aside small hand bag.
Miss Summerton," he went on when
she had become seated. 1.-The boy said
you wished to see me on a personal
matter, l believe"
I'm coming on rather an odd mis-
sion," she began with a touch of color
Il want to interest you, Mr.. Van Nor
den, In case of charity"
what Is odd about it?'
"Well. nothing-that Is, excepting
the fact that be once traded with your
drm."
"Who is the manT'
His name is Wentworth-James
Wentworth"
"Wentworth," he said, wheeling in
his chair so that he faced the other
way. "Yes, father once did business
With man named Wentworth-a
James Wentworth. A tall. handsome
man with black hair. A regular athlete,
II I'm not mistaken. Always in the
top of fashion"
He isn't anything like that now"
she answered slowly. Hes an old man
with snow white hair, and altogether
he's quite a pathetic figure"
He caught tremulous note.
| did MI. Wentworth send your he
asked.
he 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; come to you. The truth is
Mr.. Wentworth Is dying in poverty.
He may live a week. maybe not that
long. Three days ago he expressed a
wish-a simple wish that he might see
the green fields again. Mr.. Van Nor
den, l didn't know but you might have
the money. 1t would only be loan"
He slowly took up his pen and after
moment reached for his check book.
"W1l 500 be enough" he asked.
Yes. indeed" she quickly answered
I'm glad to be able to do it 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 me how did
you come to know of Mr.. Wentworth
and Of his dealings with our firm?"
II 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, 1T seems that have
an urgent caller outside. Would you
mind waiting-just moment? There
was something else l wished to say,
Just word"
She followed him to an inner room,
the 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 florid cheek, who was nerv-
ously holding bis 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.
'No; you didn't did your