Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1916-03-02

He named the street, and she shook
her head.
THAT doesn't mean much to me-"
she confessed; I'm so strange in
Paris, l know only a few of the prin-
cipal streets. Where is the Boulevard
st. Germain?"
Lanyard indicated the direction;
1.-TWO blocks that way"
Thank you" She advanced a step or
two. but paused again. do you know,
possibly, just where l could find a taxi
cab?"
He smiled deceptively: Don't worry
about that. Where do you wish to
go?"
"To the Care du Nord."
That made him open his eyes. 1.-THE
Care du Nord!" he echoed. Butt
beg your pardon"
81 wish to catch the first train for
London" the girl informed him calmly.
You'll have some time to wait"
Lanyard informed her. "The first
train leaves about half past eight, and
now it's not more than FIVE"
"That can't be helped. l can wait
in the station"
He shrugged; that was her look
| outfit she were sincere in her asser-
ton that she meant to leave Paris;
| something which he took the liberty
| of doubling.
"You can reach it by the Metro" he
| suggested - "the underground, you
know; there's a station handy-St.
German des Pres. If you like, I'll
show you the way"
Her relief seemed so naive he could
almost have believed it genuine. And
yet"
Il shall be very grateful" she MUIR
INJURED.
He took that for whatever worth it
might assay and quietly fell into
place beside her, and in mutual 81.
lence-perhaps largely due to her in
tuitive sense of his bias-they gained
the Boulevard st. German. But
here, even as they emerged from the
side street, that happened which again
upset Lanyard's plans-a belated fiacre
hove up out of the mist and ranged
alongside, its driver loudly soliciting
patronage.
Beneath his breath Lanyard cursed
the man literally; nothing could have
been more ~inopportune; he needed
that uncouth conveyance for his own
purposes, and if it had only waited un'
til he had piloted the girl to the Metro
politain station, he might have had 1t
Now he must either yield the cab to
the girl or-share it with her.
Somewhat sulkily, then, if without
betraying his temper, he signaled the
cocher, opened the door, and handed
the girl in with the suggestion:
IF you don't mind dropping me er
route"
u shall be very glad" she said
anything to repay, even in part, the
courtesy you've shown mel"
ooh, please don't worry about that.
He gave the driver precise direc
lions, climbed in, and settled himself
beside the girl. The whip cracked, thu
horse sighed, the driver swore, thu
aged fiacre groaned, stirred reluctant
ly, crawled YEARLY off through tn,
thickening drizzle.
Within its body a common restrain
held silence like a wall between tn,
two.
The girl sat with face averted. read
ing through the window what corne
signs they passed.
And in his turn Lanyard reviewe'
those well-remembered ways in vas
WEAKNESS of spirit disguised wit
himself in consciousness that the gin
, had somehow OWNED his distrust.
1.-THE Lone Wolf, eh?" he unused BIZ
terly. Rather, the Cornered Rat
! people only knew! Better still, tn
Errant-no-the Arrant ASST"
|. They were skirting the Palais Roya
: when suddenly she turned to him in a
impulsive attempt at self-justifcatior
what must you be thinking Of me
Mr.. Lanyard"
"Oh, as to that" he countered chez
, fully, I've got a pretty definite nj
' ton that you're running away froI
' your father"
Eyes. l couldn't stand it an
r longer"
q She caught herself up, as thong
a tempted but afraid to say more. H
( waited briefly before offering encou
t agement.
Il hope 1 haven't seemed import
nent."
mo, moi"
d Than this impatient negative h
8 pause Of invitation evoked no otht
recognition. She had subsidized I'M
her reserve, but-he fancied-not alt
. gether willingly.
Was it, then, possible that he hs
d misjudged her?
a you've friends in London, l
doubt?" he hazarded.
n "No-none."
But"