The Wrangell sentinel., 1916-11-30
The Other Girl
 In the Case
What Wnona Saw Through Her
 Window.
By ADELlA DURAN


 The streets began to fill with the usual Saturday night traffic, and the whiz and chatter of flying carriages and motorears mingled with the strident ringing of ear bells and the shouts of importunate cabmen.
 Abruptly big black automobile like giant tarantula slid up to the eurbing in front of the hotel oppo- site and stopped. A man jumped out and extended his hand to the young woman who had risen to fol- low. There was something instant iy familiar about the straight. square shoulders under the cape of the long black coat and the way his gray alpine was drawn down over his eyes.
 Winona caught her breath and in- voluntarily stood up. Yes; it was Richard Grayson, and he had not even glanced in her direction. For the brief space of second or two variety of emotions surged through Winona's brain-frst flash of jealousy and indignation, then pang of sadness, and then ev- erything seemed to be going black. But she clinched her dainty white hands and pulled herself together and looked across again at the scene that had so deeply moved her.
 By this time the lady had alight- ed from the automobile with the at- tentive aid of Richard Grayson. The lights of the street were bright enough for her to see that his com panion was a wondrously pretty wo- man, that they were laughing and talking merrily, apparently oblivious to surroundings, and that she took his arm with plainly affectionate gesture as they went into the hotel together.
 For some minutes afterward Winona stood motionless. pain at her heart which she dared not de- fine even to herself.
 There was the brilliant flash of light in the apartment directly op- posite. With little gasp of aston ishment she saw young Grayson stoop laughinglv and kiss the girl. An older man was standing at lit- tie distance, and she recognized him instantly as Dicks father. He, too, laughed and came up, saluting the girl fondly on either cheek.
 It was the bride, she knew, for that was the bridal suit. She had been there herself once to call upon g girl friend who had married and was in Washington on her wedding journey.
 With her face on fire Winona turned away and went to her desk in corner of the room. She took up two letters. The first read:
 Dear Nona-May 1 come tomorrow even ing for a few moments? I have some thing important that want to tell you. Say yes. will you not? Sincerely.
 DICK.
 This, then, was what he had meant to tell her of-his marriage. Her brief dream of happiness col lapsed like a house of cards. She choked back a sudden rise of inward bitterness and unfolded the other letter. It ran:
 Dearest Winnie-Do run down to Palm Beach and stay with us in our dear little bungalow. Jack has invited a friend. somebody from somewhere. and am de- out. Let me know by return mall. Be- seemingly. CLAUDIA.
 Without hesitation Winona sat down and took up her pen, jabbing it viciously into the ink:
 My Dear Richard-Sorry. but 1t will not be possible for me to receive you tomor- row evening, as I am leaving town for some time. Yours in haste.
 WINONA PAULDING She sealed and directed this and rang for her maid. Then she dash ed nasty acceptance of Claudia Spence's invitation and sat staring through the window at the black vacuum of night.
 When the maid came in she thrust the two letters into her hand and ordered her to take them di- rectly to the postoffice. She crossed the room to cheval glass. The face that looked back at her was youthful and delicately lovely. She was blond and patrician, with just enough pink in her cheeks to redeem her face from pallor. Her hair was pale gold, but shining. That other girl was pretty, too, but in a rich, dark fashion that belong ed to the south.
 Dicks mother was from Dixie, and she recalled, with pang, that he was a worshiper of southern wo- men. A little sob shook her. She turned away, covering her face with