Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1917-08-11
Copyright, fhs Bobbs-Merriil Co,
p VIn.-Contanued.

CHAPTER WH.-Continued.
Just as Sherman and Kimball
emerged from the dining-room, there
was a diversion out beyond the glass
on waterproof Street. A small
cart drew up; from its seat jumped q
young woman in a duster and with q
heavy automobile veil swathed under
her chin. To the Arab porter who
had bounded out to the street she
gave directions for the removal from,
the art of her baggage, two heavy
and two ponderous osier
baskets. These iatter she was %particu-
iarly tender of. following them into
h hotels reception room and direct
ing where they should be put before
the desk.
The newcomer was Jane Gerson.
~Hildebrand's buyer. at h end OF her
gasoline flight from Paris. Cool, ca
.pable, self-reliant as on the night she
saw the bastions of the capitals outer
forts fade under the white spikes of
the search-lights, Jane strobe UP the
desk to face the smiling Almer.
'Is this q fortress or a hotel3' she
challenged.
"a hotel. lady. a hotel" Almer pur-
red. "A nice room-yes. Will the
lady bs with us iong?"
Heaven Forbid The lady is going
to be on the first ship leaving for
New York. And If there are no ships,
III look over the stock of coal barges
fyou have in your harbor." She seized
la pen and dashed her signature on the
up their ears at the newcomers first
words. Now Henry j. pressed for
ward, his face glowing welcome.
An American simon-pure citi-
zen of the United StatesI thought
SO. Welcome to the little old Rock!'
He took both the girls hands impul-
stvely and pumped them. Mrs. Sher-
man, Kitty and Willy Kimball crowd
ed around. and the clatter Of voices
was instantaneous: by. auto from
Paris; goodness mel" Not q thing
From Strassburg to Lunevtlle in a
farmers wogan!!' Each In a whirl-
wind Of ejaculation tried to Guido the
others story Of hardship and priva-
ton.
The front doors opened again, and
the sergeant and guard who had earl
Ter carried of Fritz, the barber, en-
tered. Again gun butts thumped
ominously. Jane looked over her
shoulder at tae khaki-coated men,
and conflded in the Shermans:
II think that mans been following
me ever since I landed from the fer
Try"
II have answered the sergeant,
stepping briskly forward and saluting.
You are a stranger on the Rock. You
come here from"
From Paris. by motor. to the
town across the bay; then over here
promptly what about it?"
"Your name?"
"Jane Gerson. Yes, yet. 1t sounds
German. I know. But that's not my
fault. I'm an American red-hot
american, too, for the last two
weeks"
The sergeants face was wooden.
Where are YOU agoing7"
ITO New York. on the 'saxonia,
just as soon as I can. And the Brit
fsh army can't stopNme."
Indeed" The sergeant permitted
himself a feeting smile. from Paris
by motor, eh7 Your passports
please"
st haven't any, Jane retorted. with
a shade of defiance. They were tax.
en- from me in Spain, Just over the
French border. n were not return.
ed"
surprise not unmixed with irony. HI
pointed to the two big osier baskets
demanding to know what they con.
tanned.
"aowns-the last gowns made ir
Paris before the crash. Fashions
last gasp. I am a buyer of gowns 70,
\ Hildebrand's store in New York"
Ecstatic gurgles of pleasure from
Mrs. Sherman and her daughter
greeted this announcement. The.
pressed about the baskets and regard
ed them lovingly.
The sergeant pushed them ava!
and tried to throw back the covers.
open your baggage--all Of it," h,
commanded snappinshly.
Jane, explaining over her shoulder
to the women. stopped to tumble will
the hasps.