The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1917-03-10
HXTE INSTALLNENT.
The ACTION SPEEDS UP.

x the criticalness Of that moment and
- met her bewildered gaze steadily.
"Vorrible7 Certainly not Tour
name surprised me little. That was all.
I thought. yoo .ea that you were somebody
slsN.-
"Yes7 whos"
II really-do not know exactly. Do Tor
give my stupidity. won't you: a. say, I
vas just little surprised
You would explain to a man," she said,
and don't you think you ought to to me7
II you did not know exactly who Jou
thought T vas, why should my naue sur
prise you sc?"
He picked up hideous china swan from
r. smart little oak stand and examined 1t
with excessive interest.
1T was merely that I happen to know
some one in New York who had mentioned
you-and done it in way TO make me
think YOU were nct--very old. In fact
had supposed that Miss Mary Carstairs
wore short dresses aud plat down her
back You see" he said. with well planned
smile. how abSurdy wrong 1 was. An"
then. just now, somebody pointed out your
house to me. There WIS girl standing Ill
he doorway-a small, dark girl. with
\ peal like chimes cut him short Dear
Jenny ThurSton: Our seamstreSs' little girl
She is spending the day with my mother
while I've been spending most OF the day
with her mother: Turn about! But wish
you'd tell me" She said. who it is that
Gould lave spoken Of me-to you. How in
,eresii,,.; chat We have i friend in common"
Not friend" nc said grim!y. ait the
window Only Il Observation-Disclosures OF
,yaurs--sornebody that, imagine you have
pretty we'll. forgotten. I'll tell you-another
time. Eut 1 see it has stopped raining.
M;sS-Miss-Miss Cars,airs. Perhaps We
had better take advantage Of the lull TO
start-tor l hope you are going to let me
act for Mr., Hare, and walk home with
YOU"
"O-would you. Then indeed we had"
she said, rising at once. Il am horribly
late now. 1 know my mother Is frantic. I
don't mind your not telling me that, really!
Butt is odd that you should have spoken
Of my age twice tonight Shall L tell you
something. Mr. Stanhope-to show you
Why 1 have had 70 give up pigtails: This
g my birthday: I am 10 today
She raised her eyes, shining. heavy
fringed deep as the sea and bluer, and
looked at him. His own fell instantly. A
shade Of annoyance fitted across his still
face.
1T is a delightful SURPRISE" he said.
mechanically. But you must not call me
Mr. Stanhope. please. Miss Carstairs."
why-maynt call you by your naIne?'
My name" said Varney. in fairly legi-
Bile print, Is on the card which you hold In
your hand"
She raised her eyes and looked at him,
oerolexed hesitating. a little mortified, like
pne who has encountered an unlocked for
rebuff. Forgive me-" she ventured rather
shyly, but do you think It would be posi-
bic for you to-to keep an incog hero
where you must have SO many friends? II
YOU want to do that-to try it-ot course
III not tell a soul. But I'd like it very much
Il you could trust-ule, who have known
you through your books FOR so long
IL should be quito willing to trust you.
Miss Carstalrs. but there Is nothing TO trust
you about I am not incog. l am not the
author. I have written no books what
ever"
"Ah Then good-oy." she said With
swift charge OF manner. starting at once
:or the do pr: Il shall not trouble you to
walk homo with me- Thank you again for
giving mo shelter and light during tho
storm"
awlu you be good enough to wait one
ninute?"
She paused with ono gloved hand on the
knob, cool. resoute, q little angry. the blue
battery OF her eyes fixing him across her
white embroidered shoulder. But he haG
turned away. hands thrust deep into the
pockets OF his coat. brow runned into
rown. Jaw set 70 anathena Of tho plight
IN which a needless fortune had plunged
him
Il be let Uncle Elbert's daughter so like
xfts. be might as we'll put the Cypriani
about at onos for New York, for he knew