The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1915-09-16

How do you know which way I
was going?"
mean the way you are starting
to do" The stranger laughed frankly.
And that's not the whole truth.
came to Bitumen to find out certain
things. I'm sort Of reporter and new
at the business. The boss told me
there was big story here and for
me to go and get it. He only gave me
few hints to go on, and
You want to ask me some ques-
lions? Is that it? Well, fire ahead"
of course said the stranger, ANY
thing to do with Mr.. Gordon Barclay
is a headline for the newspapers, espe-
clally now that he has taken up with
the girl from heaven, and is advocat-
ing her policies. You must know all
about everything that goes on. You
see, it means such lot to me, getting
this story. Can't you help me out?"
care you friend Of Tommy Bar
clay?"
after hesitation, the stranger said:
yes"
$50 am l." said Mrs. Gunsdorf, "and
that being so, I guess we've got a
talk coming to us. Let's go in here"
A moment later Mrs. Gunsdorf and
the stranger faced each other across
dirty table in dirty Widowed room
that smelled of drink, and bartender
with an evil face had served them
with horrible mixture of whisky and
water. Mrs. Gunsdorf gulped down a
large mouthful with apparent relish,
but for the stranger one small sip
seemed to be enough.
1--WE can talk straighter,' said Mrs.
Gunsdorf, eff you'll lift that VEIL"
The stranger hesitated, then obedf-
emily turned up the veil.
81 guess" said Mrs. Gunsdorf, after
a moment of admiring scrutiny, well
unswallow the story about your be-
ing a reporter. You're a friend of
Tommy Barclay and you belong in
Mary nodded.
"Well, I'm Mrs. Gunsdorf. I'm the
woman that tried to put him in
Dutch
Miss Blackstone's eyes blazed with
sudden interest.
"But you-you don't hate him any
more?"
me. I hate him just the same as
you do. Neither more nor less. But
I'll tell who we do hate, if you don't
know. We don't hate each other be-
cause he's passed us both up. We're
in the same boat. We hate her.
eve have good cause to-"
Mrs. Gunsdorf's shapely hand shot
across the table, and Mary Blackstone
c1asped it for moment in hers.
"Ive told you my name," said Mrs.
Gunsdorf
"I am Mary Blackstone"
"Gee!" exclaimed Mrs. Gunsdorf,
"but I thought she'd be dressed diff
ferent How do I know you're not
stringing me again."
"These are my maids c1othes," said
Mary. II didn't want to be recog-
nized.'
Mrs Gunsdorf still looked little
doubtful. And Mary, smiling a little,
touched the neck of her dress and dis
closed a string of pearls, each pearl
perfect and not much smaller than a
cherry
Il believe you,'' said Mrs. Gunsdorf.
But cover that thing up. You don't
want anybody in Bitumen to know
you've got that"
eff l lost it," said Mary, "and the
right person found it, I wouldn't care"
She spoke in a cold, defiant sort of
way, and then fastened her dress once
more over the necklace.
''You Think said Mrs. Gunsdorf
that if it wasn't for her-you'd stand
a chance?"
Don't you feel little that way, too,
Mrs Gunsdorf. You are wonderfully
good looking, you know; and Mr..
Barclay seems to have cast in his lot
with labor It looks as if you'd stand
the better chance Of us two, doesn't
it?"
Mrs. Gunsdorf shrugged her Shout
ders.
1--WE couldn't stand any less chance
that we do now. And the oftener he
sees her, the less that chance gets"
eff she really comes from heaven"
"The quicker she goes back the bet
ter?'
Mary laughed cold little laugh.
"Td not be the one to hold her back
by the skirts"
Nor t.
"But," said Mrs. Gunsdorf, eff she
went to heaven, and anyone in this
town had a hand in sending her, and
got found out"-she shuddered-'thatl
person would be torn to ribbons"
"Where does she live?"
''They've fixed tents for her and her |
party just outside the town. They |
call it Headquarters of Celestia-the |
Girl From Heaven"
"Who is her party?''
'"There's Professor St11liter-I guess |
she goes to him when she's in fix
for what to say next. There's kind |
of half-Witted fellow. named Douglas.