New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1917-12-04
What An Impudent Wink Disclosed
to Madgc.
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Had Harry Underwood recognised
me? ....
This was the question that beat
against my brain as sat, disguised by
Lilhan Underwood's clever fingers as
LAtin-American woman In the cafe
where Lillian, Katherine Sonnet and
had come in quest Of Grace Draper.
We had seen her enter the cafe with
Harry Underwood, Lad realized that
Allen Drake was the person for whom,
her restless eyes had been searching,
and had witnessed her dismissal Of
Harry Underwood, evidently in search
OF some one who knew Allen Drake
and could introduce him to her.
And when Harry Underwood had
passed our table I had forgotten to
lower my eyes, and had seen in. his
flash which I was afraid was that
Of recognition. ~.
He had not slackened his pace, nor
given any other indication that he
saw in me any one save the middle
aged South American woman my APP
pearance Indicated. And, wisely or
unwisely, decided to say nothing to
: Lillian about my fears. For won,
der she hadn't noticed my momentary
fright as his eyes met mine. AS stole
a swift furtivc glance at her noticed
that her underlip was caught between
her teeth in a cruel grip and that
her eyes were watching the retreat
ing back of the man for whom she
had done SO much. the man who was
still legally her husband.
Ldllian's Hcrself Again. -.
I knew that there was no real love
existing In Lillian Underwood's heart
tor the man she had married after
her first tragic marital experience
She and Harry Underwood had joined
their existences in a sort of friendly,
comfortable compact to patch up each
others rather battered lives But
while Lillian had loyalty kept her
side of the bargain knew that Harry
Underwood had been anything but a
loyal husband And at last he had
hrutally and caddishly deserted her,
giving as his excuse that he could not
stand the presence in their home, or
rather in Lillian's-for had shrewd
Eness as to whose money gave most
support to their establishment-of
little Marion Morton, Lillian's daugh.
ter by her first husband, from whom
che had been cruelty separated for
years 7#7
But even though love was absent
from Lillian's heart, she had been
the faithful wife. the true conrade of
the man who had just passed her,
going to do the bidding of the beau
tiful creature he had brought to the
cafe, who had evidently come with
him from South America. I knew
what bitter humiliation was Lillian's
portion, guessed also that something
more than humiliation was stirring
her heart. .-,-
For 1t, Lillian's suspicious were true
and Grace Draper we're a secret agent
Of our country's enemies. it was most
probable that Harry Underwood also
had become that most despicable Of
all things. q traitor to the land of
his BIRTH And Lillian, I was sure,
was high in a service safeguarding
our country. 1t might become her
duty to track down the man whose
name she bore. No wonder even her
brave heart faltered at the possibility.
It wasn't In Lillian to falter more
than an instant. however. In an
other moment she was herself, and
when Harry Underwood again passed
Dlir table in animated conversation
with man OF about his own age
there was not the flicker Of an eye
lash on her part, nor. flatter my
self on mine, at his proximity.
Il don't know the chap myself, I
heard Harry Underwood's familiar
deep tones rumble as he passed us,
"but the. little 1ady's got an idea that
he's somebody some friend told her
to look up. and nothing will do her
but to meet him."
II shall be most pleased" the other
man assured him, and then they had
reached the table and Grace Draper
was Smiling an acknowledgment of
the Introduction Harry Underwood
made.
I. watching Allen Drake, saw. him
start imperceptibly, and then into