, 1915-04-15

them But there was one girl. I'll under
line that. | guess. I'll write It: The Ons
GIRL Well. when she saw the blood
squirting out In Jets that were sending me
10 & come In a hurry, she didn't
scream or faint or even run. Anyhow.
she didn't run away. for I have a mem,
DRY OF seeing her darting coward me. |
heard a little cry from her. a pitiful kind
of cry. I wondered why she cried out
like that. For my part I didn't seem to
care much about what might happen to
me. But she did. She moved like light
ming. with not a wasted movement. In a
second she had ready a long strip of
white cloth torn from her perticoat
which she bound around my arm above
the wound. The half of my walking
stick, which was lying broken beside me,
was seized by her and thrust through
the bandage to serve as lever in the tour
niquet. 1t seemed to me two seconds
from the time i first saw her until the
Jumping blood flow ceased. 1t may pos
sibly have been as much as six seconds.
l Not one more. I swearl And
she stayed by me till l was safe In the
ambulance. She saved my life.
But there's more than that to IL. Oh.
infinitely more. Nobody Will ever see
this book. 80 i may as well get what re-
lief l can by putting my confession in
writing. For the matter of that I've made
he confession already-when | wrote IL
'be' aAo AAAN liz NC cut Otfl
That's the truth of the matter. Seems
~funny-that little girl 1 never said word
TO In my life and only saw for a few
seconds. Just the same. she pumped
right into my heart as no woman ever
did before or will again. She stays by
me In memory. When 1 shut my eyes /
see her. every line of her face, the light
In her eyes. Yes, she's the one woman
FOR me. that girl. Anybody might think
II foolish OF me to love a girl of whom
l know nothing. But the fact is know
all about her. Her face has taught me
all l need to know-her eyes tell me
things. wonderful things. beautiful things.
things / had never dreamed.
Just the beauty of her would be enough
TO excuse any man for adoring her. Why,
her face was like a flower. only a thou
sand times ~lovelier. SO dainty in its lines.
80 delicate In Its coloring. so pure In its
expression And those glorious eyes, deep
blue. like the sky hen it's bluestl But.
after all. beautiful as her face was, IL
was a deeper beauty that went to my
heart In the first glance at her. that has
burned In my heart ever since, will burn
there while my heart beats. l know. 1t
wa the soul of her that called to my
soul. Did she know that her soul called
to mine there in those few moments Of
our meeting? Did she know? oh, she
must have known.
There. Nv rhapsodized enough on pa
WI tuOdBh II keep II up III my thoughts
whenever l think of her. which is pretty
close to all the time. And to think that
l don't even know her name. An my own
seeking and that Of the sleuths | employ
ed. fruitless. But somewhere. somehow,
IN md her. I must. That's destiny.
That was the end of the passage.
The Master Mind sat erect aud cast
the book. from him with u hoarse cry
of triumph. His eyes glittered In saw
age delight; his lips bent to a mocking
smile In which was remorseless cruel.
t. After u moment he lifted his gaze
to the pencil sketch OF a girl. which.
set within an oval frame of gold. hung
on the wall above the desk. The pic.
ture was I'm truth rather crudely done.
Nevertheless there showed In 1t. de-
spite the clumsiness of the craftsman
ship, a definite suggestion OF feminine
loneliness which was inexpressibly al.
Turing. Even Andrew recognized the
tender potence OF the spell exercised
by this unknown girl. but he resisted
its s~oftening sway; fiouted 1t with his
hate for the mar that loved her. He
nodded toward the picture with a
m~alevolent grin.
s Wainwright couldn't find your
he muttered. "Well. l car And you,
my lady, shall be my pawn in the
game"
The implacable man had a venomous
CLEAN in his eyes as these thoughts
ran through his brain. He had a won
derful capacity for using other people
for his own purposes. and be was de-
termined to demonstrate 1t thoroughly.
The Master Mind took measures at
once to make good his boast. With
acrupulous hdelity he restored Vain