The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1916-09-16

knew it the whole affair was out {
commission.
"Oh, pshawr' she cried, pushing ali
tugging this way and that. "What sha
/ do? Carpenter won't be bothere
with long hand and this has to b
at the Office IN an hour"
Just then she heard a step in IN
ball. "There's Mr.. Davis. / wonde
il he can do anything?'
She flew to her door and opened il
''Mr. Davisr' she called. But he hal
entered his own room and was jus
shutting the door.
| yes" he answered, instantly open
ing 1t again. "What can / do 10
you, Miss Wilson,
And while Winifred was trying Il
explain her predicament, she was alst
trying hard not to betray the fact tina
she saw mn automatic gun and some
queer-looking instruments that he was
in the act of transferring from his
pocket to a table near the door.
Certainly I'll come. I'm regular
Mr.. Ffxit. I was just thinking of hang
ing out shingle, Typewriters Re
paired While You Wait"
He was as good as his word and the
typewriter was soon put into working
trim again. When the door had
closed, Winlfred looked at the blank
panels with her heart beating high
and her cheeks strangely flushed.
Had she known 1t, Ed Davis, too.
was looking back at the panels as
though trying to conjure up another
picture Of her gray blue eyes, sweet
serious smile and color that came and
went proyokingly.
"AiIss Wilson" called Carpenter next
day, ''here's a card to the Pride-Pam-
iston wedding. Suppose you 60 up
there to-day and write things up.
GiveTt column"
Arrived at Valmonda. the home of
the Prides, Winifred was given the
permission Of her hostess to wander
where she would. PavilIons had been
built on the lawn, tables put up around
fountains and wonderful arbor of
flowers and vines erected for the cere-
nony.
Winifred was lost in the wonder OF
everything when she came face to face
with Mr.. Davis.
"You here she cried in surprise,
not able to keep the amazement and
pleasure out of her voice.
He looked nonpIused for an instant,
then smiled quickly. "Why not? Every
ones herei You, tool"
"But I'm just here on businessr
$50 am I, but keep 1t quietr he
She looked at his fauItless cutaway.
every detail OF his attire. She could |
not understand this man.
That was the day the pearl collar
was stolen, gift from the vincents
10 the bride.
Winifred, opening the paper to see
ler own account of the wedding next
morning, read the great headline with
lismny.
She let the paper fall to the floor
md tried to collect her confused
houghts. Davis had come In about 4
'clock and she had heard him up all
he rest Of the night. He had gone
ut early again without retiring. What
ad been his business at the wedding?v
Dazed. she made her way along
rowded streets to the office. She
card boy cry "The Poll Collar
ound Bravery of Detective Davisw
he bought paper in frantic haste
nd there on the first page was a
il-face cut Of her neighbor. eThank
she breathed, crushing the
lper to her breast. II understand
)w :"
That night Winifred knocked timldiy
her neighbours door. He opened
and bowed
BLESSED typewriter-it's broken
.ain7"
"No," said Winifred. keeping in the
adow Of the stairs to hide her burn
z face. 81 came to congratulate you.
re been finding out all day what a
person you are. And I've
eu thughL at nome Wnen one mas
d wicked thoughts he ought to con-
IS. I have been thinking awful
'ngs about you. l saw the gun and
len the ne tlace was stolen-she I
l not finish.
Hush, chRdl Every one thinks
ngs about me-" he said kindly. I'm
ed to Il. Get your hat and wen
for some ice cream. I've some
ng important to tell you. Some
ng no one else must hearl You'll
ne, won't your
Yes. indeed" she answered hap y
v. Il just feel like celebrating"
lpyright. 1916. by the Mcclure New spa
per SyndcaseA
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