Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1915-05-15

them. But there was one girl. I'll under
line that. | guess. I'll write 1t: The One
Girl Well, when she saw the blood
squirting out In Jets that were sending me
to Kingdom come In n hurry, she didn't
scream or faint or even run. Anyhow,
she didn't run away, for have a mem
ory of seeing her darting toward me.
heard little cry from her, pitiful kind
Of cry. | wondered why she cried out
like that. Fer my part didn't seem to
care much about what might happen to
me- But she did. She moved like light
ming, with not wasted movement. In a
second she had ready long strip of
white cloth torn from her petticoat,
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
nlquet. 1t seemed to me two seconds
from the time ! first saw her until the
jumping blood flow ceased. II may pos
sibly have been as much as six seconds,
| suppose. Not one more, / swear. And
she stayed by me till | was safe In the
ambulance. She saved my life
But there's more than that to IT, Oh,
infinitely more Nobody win ever see
this book, so may as well get what re-
lief | can by putting my confession in
writing. For the matter Of that I've made
the confession already--when | wrote 1t
in capitals and underlined: The one Girl
That's the truth Of the matter Seems
funny-that little girl | never said a word
to in my life and only saw for few
seconds. Just the same, she pumped
right into my heart as no woman ever
hot tr1I 10, h., he
me In memory When | 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
1t foolish of me to love Il girl of whom
| know nothing. But the fact is ! know
all about her. Her face has taught me
all | 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 thou
| sand times lovelier so dainty In It's lines,
so delicate in its cooring, so pure In Its
expression, And those glorious eyes, deep
blue, like the sky when it's bluestl But
after all, beautiful as her face was II
| was a deeper beauty that went to my
heart In the first glance at her that has
| burned In my heart ever since, viii burn
! there while my heart beats | know. 1t
was 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, I've rhapsodi2ed enough on pa
per- though I'll keep It up In my thoughts
whenever think OF her, which Is pretty
close to all the time, And to think that
| don't even know her name. All my own
| seeking and that Of the sleuths | employ
ed, fruitless. But somewhere somehow
I'll find her. must That's destiny
That was the end of the passage
The Master Mind sat erect and cast
the book from him with hoarse cry
of triumph. His eyes glittered In saw
age delight; his lips bent to mocklhH
smile in which WINS remorseless cruel
ty. After Il moment he lifted his gaze
to the pencil sketch Of girl, which
set within an oval frame Of gold, hung
on the wall above the desk The pic
ture was in truth rather crudely done
Nevertheless there showed in It. de-
spite the clumsness OF the craftsman
ship, a definite suggestion of FEMININE
ovellness which was inexpressiDly NJ
Turing. Even Andrew recognized IN,
tender potence Of the spell exerclseV
by this unknown girl, but he resisted
Its softening sway; houted 1t with M N
hate for the man that loved her. nv
nodded toward the picture WIN
malevolent grin.
80 Wainwright couldn't hnd you
he muttered. "Well. can. Ana you
my lady. shall be my pawn III '"'
game"
The impncabe man had a venomou'
CLEAN In his eyes as these thousu.'
ran through his brain. He had WIZ
derful capacity for using other peop''
for his own purposes, and be was .,1. Te
termined 20 demonstrate II tnorousn's
The Master Mind took measures ~, -
once to make good his boast. W, W.,
scrupulous fidelity be restored ""'"