Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1917-01-02

/ Race had a private sitting room
No. 19--on the first floor. She had
asked to be taken there, not knowing
that there was more than one Mr..
Race; and, hearing the angry voice,
had been seized with a terrible idea.
The man who had made a great sacri-
fee for her was being reproached, she
thought by some official corrected
with the race for giving it away. She
must defend him! But though
she had suspected something. she had
not known what Jeffectual means he
had taken to give her long start at
the end.
AS both men turned to look at her.
and she saw the elders fierce old face,
dark red with anger, her spirit rose,
You shall not talk to him like
that; l don't care who you are" she
exclaimed. ITS nonsense to say he
cared about my baby face for Pm
the girl he allowed to beat him. Why,
he hates me-and / deserve it He
did the noble, chivalrous thing you're
scolding him for, simply because was
woman, crying there in the road,
and perhaps because he know how
much it meant for me to win. My
father is Richard Herbert
Il don't care who your father is,
| child, but, for heavens sake, who was
your mother?" falter Mr. Race, in a
changed voice, staring with eager eyes
at the girl. Il saw you in London the
day before the state. You were in a
restaurant. You are the image Of
someone I once knew-someone
once loved-who went out of my life
and disappeared"
They say l am like my mother who
is dead" said the girl, faltering. "Her
name was Dorothy Lindell."
Il thought SOL" exclaimed the old
man. You are Dorothy Lindell over
again. She was the only woman I
ever cared for, though she was almost
promised to be my wife; but before
time came she ran away, and left a
note saying she couldn't make up her
mind to have me; she'd only consented
to please an aunt of hers who'd
brought her up-consented because I
was rich. l never saw her again, and
l hated her for a while; but she was
not the kind man could hate long,
no matter what she did to him, or
how hard he was. l forgaye her in
time-so thoroughly that last year
when an old friend told me Dorothy
had died, leaving a daughter and a
husband somewhere on the conteinent,
l wanted my nephew here to look up
the child. So you're the girl Chrito-
pher Race risked running himself
for?"
I'm the girl to whom he's behaved
like knight of King Arthur's table,"
Dorothy Herbert answered.
"Then-I wish he would be a love.
sick fool. Anyhow, l forgive him
now. / wouldn't have had him do
different. Do you hear that, Chris?
Shake hands"
Christopher shook hands. And even
as he did Sc he began to realize that,
perhaps, after, he was what his uncle
called him. He had often been in
love, but never wholly In love until
could It be possible he swas?--now.
But then he had never known such a
girl, and If he did not regret refusing
his, tender request of last year, it was
because by granting it he might have
never have won Dorothy tIdndefra
daughter.
After all, they ate the elaborate din.
ner and drank the expensive cham
payne, and Mr.. Race sent down for
more roses--many more roses, be-
cause Dorothy Herbert, the winner Of
the race, and her friend, Madame du
Guesclin were his gueStA
By the time the evening was over
Christopher did not wonder any more
about the natter but was quite sure,
and once for all, that he was q love-
sick fool, When his uncle Accused
him Of it .again-in very different
tone-hes Confessed. No scolding fol-
lowed, however,.
She'll get rich husband IL she
takes you," the old man said. But
l don't believe she'll be marrying you
for your money. You've certain at,
fractions, and I've an idea she's aware
of them aldeady. It's only fair YOU
expect she'll see that She seems
wonderfully fairminded-for a wom-
an, and not conceited, either; so
whether she'll think sh8's good
enough to make up to yous Tor tho,
ten thousand pounds you du1nr herr,
to say nothing OF the hundred ekoaia-
and you'd have lost II she hadn't Aad
her mothers face who can tell ~
Nobody could tell q But Christoph1r
asked that question, or something
equivalent. and Dorothy answered l
that she would do her bset. 1t Is
easy for a girl DIDO her bestp for
the man she loves; and the chauffeuS&
Of the gyroscope thought the ch6uf4
feur Of the Scarlet Runner the only
man in the world-except old Dick
Herbert. s3 v.