Putnam patriot., 1915-08-20
CHAPTER VIII.
The Lovers Meeting.

Y UCENE was in an evening gown of white filminess that re
 yealed with modest truth the 6@--4 gracious lines of the slender lissome form A deeper rose blossom ed warmly in her cheeks, the tender bow of the lips was slightly parted to tremulous smile of rapture. On the man, too, spell was laid, like unto hers, yet unlike. for where she knew him in the first Instant bis memory did not stir as yet though the exqui- site charm of her there thrilled him with loneings new and masterful. The vohmiuous voice of Blount. mak ing the introductions. freed the twain, in part at least, from the enehant- ment fallen upon them.
 Wainwright managed artfully = be beside the girl as the general exodus was begun. He was filled with an un- reasoning indignation that wholly ob Bcured bis sense of humor as he heard the dialogue between Dr. Forbes and Mrs Blount as they passed on their way toward the door.
 Your daughter is a dainty creature, Mrs Blount. the physician was say ing with enthusiasm.
 Mrs Blount swept an approving look over her own majestic frame.
 "Yes. All our family are just like that"
 Really, the woman is indeeentw was Wainwrights angry thought.
 "Come on, Cortland" Forbes called over his shoulder as he reached the doorway. Wainwright turned again to the girl beside him. The others were all out of the room now, and she looked up at him with little smile, so wistful that 1t set his pulses bounding in wild longing to comfort her-why. for what, he knew not.
 Shall we go now?" she asked tim idly.
 ment." Then, as she faced him with certain shrinking bravery born of long yearning. their eyes met and held fin iinfk kring look that stirred each to the deeps. And, in that look. the mans memory stirred and leaped to life.
 Amusement crept into the lines of his face. and awe glowe1 in his pierc- ing expression. The girl stood rigid, pale from stress, waiting patiently of body. with an infinite impatience of the heart
 Fl can't be mistaken" Vain wright murmured. His voice grew firmer. vibrant with conviction. subtly caressing: Surely it's the same little girl. Oh. surely it's my little savior of the Chicago street, isn't it? Tell mel Butt know. The final words rang triumphantly, though uttered so softly.
 The girls words came falteringly, for her heart raced with happiness.
 Then you-you remember meY'
 Impulsively Wainwright put out his hands With equal impulsiveness Ln- cene laid her slim fingers within his warm clasp.
 "Remember your he cried, with laugh of sheer joy. Well, yes. I think l dc"
 The words sounded a melody of bliss in the depths of the girls being
 After all these years!' she breathed The rigidity of her pose relaxed.
 .sYes. after all these years he half whispered. "lt is wonderful-wonder- fuls
 "Yes." she agreed simply, nor dared to lift her eres tO meet the warm re- gard that reached to her heart
 Not wonderful that l should remem- Der gou.' the man explained namely, quite unaware of his words in contem- plation of her loveliness. '-Oniy won derful that we should al last meet again like this.
 She spike sedately enough. ahongh with happy quaver in the music of her voice.
 "They will be waiting. We must go.
 But the glamour was stilf on the man, and he spoke again. his tones full of reverent tenderness:
 @What a princess you've grown to bel"
 fro Be Conttnued.)