The Washington times., 1916-12-16
Eleventh Episode
"The Missing Chapter"

1 scngers. Occasionally he had Nourma
Dalrymple to himself for half an hour
at time. on some short excursion and
II seemed to him that her mind. her. ma
| ture. was as wonderful as her face.
She had thoughts high and clear and
light-givlng as the stars. and she spoke
them out with apparent frankness.
| He did not even know anything about
the Dalrymples. aunt and niece. except
that the girl had spent most. IL not all.
OF her life In India. and that the elder
woman had-more or less lately-gons
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| what he did In India. or where was his
homo In that wide land OF enchant-
ments, Christopher did not hear: nor
did he hear why Miss Dalrymple, had
taken her niece to America. lie knew
that they had been. only because James
Hardness had met them on the ship
| coming back. and this was the girls
FIRST sight Of Engiand, as II was that
mired. he admired. II she so much as
| said OF place, 'Oh. I should like to
| see it"' her host was not happy unless
the. vague wish could be quickly graft
so matters went on untii they had
been gone for a fortnight. all but one
day, and were on their way back TO
London, which they would reach tho
following evening. They had returned
about the beautiful old town, Christie
pher had Nourma Dalrymplo beside
him.
He could not think OF things worth
saying. and instead of looking at his
companion he found himself contin.
ually watching the pair who walked
ahead ad-James Harkness and Miss Dal-
rymple.
They were absorbed in some very
grave discussion. Once when Chris
topher happened to catch a glimpse
tied. The little man looked as n he
had been struck a deathblow. but
nfterward his eyes lit up with fever.
ish excitement, or hope, and a spot Of
color burned on each OF his rather
That night, as Race sat In his room
at the hotel, smoking a pipe before
going TO bed, someone knocked at his
door. He rose and opened II, to see
Hardness standing outside.
"-there are some things-perhaps
you'd let me talk to you about" he
began, still on the threshold.
Come In" said Christopher pleas
Harkness sat down, reiapsins into
silence and thoughtfulness. Chris
topher was silent, too. hut soon Hark.
ness began again. AS matter OF
fact, sir. It's your advice 1 want to
ask u you'll permit me-. m
ITS a mighty delicate matter" the
american went on; "a matter j
wouldn't have any call TO talk about,
act fSSsd But don't ny that's Tsy sSs ,s. how @
n plain business man. What's that
saying about fools rushing In where
angels would be afraid to show their
noses, or something kind OF like thaty
you're different. I don't know as I'm
putting IL SOS you can understand, but
what ! see about you is, that you've
lived. Now ] never liyed-tili I got
on board the Baltic. less than four
was, and how 90 get along in the
world. and my duty TO my wife and
my neighbors; but ] hadn't ivcd. i
didn't realize what II was to be really
learned in less than -four weeks what
! hadn't up til then In thirty.three
years, and probably shouldn't for thir.
ty'three more years-or tell the day OF
my death; Yes; sir. ! should Just
an old nut n Il hadn't been for that
thank her for-iife"
"Do you take In my meaning. siri"
asked Harkness. Because, IL you do,
"I-weiI-i suppose you've unfor.
tunateiy fallen In love with Miss
Nourma Dalrymplc," blurted out
Christopher, whose thoughts OF the
situation were more delicate than his
words.
Unfortunately In love?" repeated
Harkness, In n shocked way, "Oh,
then I've been fool enough to mix
things up so you can't see, after all.
Why. It's the most fortunate thing
ever happened TO me, Maybe you
think I'm crazy, talking like this, Mr..
Race, but I have TO explain, And IL
isn't as II you were a stranger, you're
right In this chapter where the angel
comes IN"
"The missing chapter" Christopher
muttered, more TO himself than the
other; but Harkness heard, and an
swered--
~ see what you're thinking about"
said he. "You think this Is going TO
be the missing chapter In my life.
That--that my friends-that my wife
won't ever know anything about IL"