Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1918-10-14
GARDEN
a NOVEL
By NINA WILCOX PUTNAM

an all-too-mortal love, but Adam and
his chivalrous kindness had awakened
something deeper in her. and 1t was
her soul which was torn at the sight
Of hts going to another woman. Every
hber OF her consciousness, newly
awakened and still weakly struggling
Tor life. ached with the hurt Of tha
realisation that she had no hold upon
him; and that he might be wen now
would give. the same thing that he
had awakened in her. She felt more
like the victim Of some tortured dream
tina like Q live woman as she crept
after him. fearful, yet anxious to have
her feara settled one way or another.
Nor had she far to follow or lons
to wait. Adam walked only one block
further and came to a standstill in the
shadow Of the cliff upon which the En-
dicotts' house stood like the respect
able. well-preserved dowager Of q
country place that twas. There were
lights in its lower windows. we'll cur
tanned. against the intruding glance Of
the passer-by wen though the house
was set SO far back and so high above
the street that had the windows been
open wide 1t would have been impos-
stble to see inside without trespassing
upon the wide, smooth lawn. The
massive wood railing atop the mansaId
roof seemed to crown its comfortable
dignity like . tiara. and there was a
respectable, prosperous air about 1t
which warned of all shabby folk and
fence-hugging night wanderers. 1t
gave n the feeling that the family
was at home in the good old>fashioned
way that a family should be; with a
father in a velvet smoking Jacket and
The Evening Post" and a dutiful
female element with mending to do of
an evening and no expectation of, nor
wish for, any casual company.
Pearl, watching from the sheltering
doorway OF the warehouse opposite.
felt instinctively that it al here that
the lady OF the handkerchief lived.
and looked from the serene home to
the long, dark bulk Of the aeroplane
hangar, and a light broke upon, her.
II. indeed, the lady Of the handker-
chief lived here, then she must also
be she of the fying-machine. she Of
whom Adam spoke! That was
it! They were one and the same
And 1t was this girl to whom the dog
which had so >mysteriously disap-
peared had belonged! Easy enough to
piece it all together now! Well, now
rate. But it it was Miss Endicott
whom Adam went to see each eve
ming, why did he not approach the
house now? Why did he pace up and
down in the shadow of the cliff where
he could not even see the house?
Could 1t be that she was wrong in the
guess she had made. and that he was
waiting for someone to meet him there
in the gloom of the side street?
She turned her attention from the
house, to Adam, who walked slowly,
his head bent, a certain irresolution in
his step. Twice he paused in the light
of the single old-fashioned lamp on
the corner and thrust his hand deep
stained khaki coat, only to withdraw
it after a moment and resume his
sentry-like beat. Finally, when NOR,
than half an hour had passed. he
stopped his pacing and leaned for a
while against the lamp-post still alb
sorbed in thought If he were ex-
pecting someone. surely he would not
wait so long! 1t must % something
else, though what she found impos-
sible to guess. Then, just, as she was
about to despair of guessing. Adam
solved the mystery for her.
He raised his head suddenly, and
knocking the ashes from his pipe,
pocketed it, and reached inside his
coat again, this time bringing to light
a small packet neatly done up in
brown paper, together with what
looked to be a letter. The latter he
slipped back into his pocket, and the
little packet he united, Pearl straining
every nerve to see what was within it.
Very slowly he undid the string, and
looked meditatively' at the contents.
Upon the brown paper there lay a tiny
square Of white linen. neatly folded.
The ~andkerchief withOut a Doubt
But who had Numbered it so care
fully? He must have had 1t done out
side. He contemplated the thing for
a long time. Then he nodded vigor-
ously, did up the packet again, got
out the letter. and, Strengthening his
cap, turned the corner and walked up
the neat blue-stone path to the Endi-
colt house.
To Pearl, hidden in the blackness
Of her doorway, the scene which fol-
lowed opposite seemed like something
In a theater, so far removed it was. so
dramatically lighted. When Adam
stepped into the porch Of the great
house on the hill the darkness swal-