New Britain herald., 1917-12-03
Does Harry Underwood Recognize
Madge Beneath Her Disguise.

OF my OWL nome Dlddlng MIN a
courteous farewell after the overnight
visit to the old Brennan house he had
made US upon Dickys invitation 1
had discovered that it was an invi-
tAtton Allen Drake had engineered IN
order to meet me. when, taking advan-
tage of Dioky's temporary absence
had taxed me with being Robert Cor
don's daughter, and had demanded NV
! fathers address,
Teasing that he meant some harm
| to my father. who had sworn me to
secrecy as to his identity before he
sailed for South America, I had pre-
A tended ignorance OF the relationship.
and had told Mr.. Drake emphatically
that 1 did not know Mr.. Gordon's I'D
| dress. This was the literal truth, but
| l shouldn't have told him If 1 had
| known 1T, and 1 was sure that Mr..
! Drake did not believe my statement.
i However. tho traces in my face Of my
| all-night vigil over his GRAND had evil
! IDENTIFY touched him, for he had fore
borne to press the point, although he
gaN> the impression that he had au-
thority, and dread authority, to do so
II he wished. The words in which he
had couched his decision came back to
me as wildly as If he had just utteEed
them:
You game little creature!" he had
said. I'm going to let up on you as
far as I can. I can't throw up look
ing for Robert Gordon, but if you'll
give me your word that you don't
know his address, as you intimated
last night, I'll not poster you any fur
Their until something turns up that
makes it absolutely necessary for me
to do So"
Il told you the truth" had re-
turned steadily. II do not know Mr. |
Gordor's address"
so be it, he had returned, and s
he bowed with touch of something |
foreign in the formal movement the |
Keen gray eyes had been yelled be- !
hind the almost womanish eyelashes |
that made so effective a screen for |
the ceaseless watch the man seemed
to keep.
A Hidden Purpose?
1t was those yelling eyelashes that
l caught myself watching as Mr.
Drake and the men accompanying
him studied the menu the waiter
brought | was near enough the ia !
BILE to be very sure that while his COM !:
panions were really absorbed in the |
question of the meal they We're order
ing, he was only making the card an
excuse for watching what was going
on around him.
Then I saw the eyellashes lift swift
ly, as if almost without the owners
Volition, and for a second or two Allen
Drake Stared-there is no other WORD
to describe the lool1-at Grace Draper
sitting nearly opposite him.
II he had been the ordinary man.
about town, his stare. in which ad
miration and establishment mingled.
was only what might have been ex-
pected. For the girls appearance
even I, who had most cause to hate
her, was compelled to acknowledge
would have attracted and held the
attention of almost any man. I was
thankful that Dicky was not where he
could see her in her regal beauty
which was enhanced by the costly
gown and wrap she wore.
But I was vaguely conscious of the
difference between Allen Drake and
most other men. There was about
him something which spoke Of some
hidden dominant purpose before which
all ordinary emotions were tossed |
aside. That he should stare at a !
beautiful woman in open, almost |
oghng admiration, was homogeneous
with the estimate 1 had formed Of |
the man.
The next moment the solution |
dawned upon me. Allen Drake was
the person for whom Grace Draper
! had been Watching ever since she en-
! tered the cafe Whether she knew
! him by sight or whether his appear
= ance had been described to her SO
! closely that she was able to recog-
! nize him, I did not know. But I knew
! from the expression of her face as
she looked down at her plate that she
! not only knew he was looking a her.
but had invited his glance with an
earlier, provocative though fleeing
| glance at him.
Harry Underwood Passes.
Poker face, Madge,' warned Lii
| liam softly you're getting a little
! too interested But don't stop watch
| ing Has her ladyship found the per-
son she's been looking for?''
IT think So" 1 returned with a
| swift mental tribute to Lllian's SEEM
ing omniscience. How had she ever
OWNED, as I knew she must, that AL
len Drake was the object of Grace
| Diapers quest?
TELL me what she's doing" Lillian
asked, sandwiching her low-toned de-
mand between animated sentences in
Spanish to Katherine and to Mr.. Ca
bineros. She was superb in the man
ner in which she played her part of
an elderly Latin American woman
"She is talking to your hus-Mr.
Underwood I could have bitten my
tongue through at my own gaucherie,
but Lillian showed no sign Of having
noticed my words evidently asking
him to do something
She wants him to find someone
who will introduce her to Allen
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