Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-06-24

ner rescue MAX llsOlDy,
contractor, manager of great inter-
ests, a "disturber of the peace of
slow minds" who has come to Leba-
non to amalgamate three railroads,
unite the two towns and make them
the center of trade and commerce in
the western North.
AND HERE IT CONTINUES
A DMIRATION was alive in his eyes
"A He had never seen this type Of
womanhood before-such energy aud
grace so amply yet so lithely framed
such darkness and fairness in one living
composition; such individuality, yet
such intimate simplicity. Her hair was
very light brown, sweeping over
broad, low forehead, and lying. as
/ though with sense of modesty,
on the tips of the ears, yelling them
slightly. The forehead was classic
in its intellectual fullness; but the
skin was so fresh, even when pale
a. now, and with such an under
glow of vitality that the woman in her,
sex and the possibilities of sex, cast a
glamour over the intellect and tempera-
ment showing in every line of her con-
Of the hair was the very dark brown
of the eyes and the still darker brown
Of the eyelashes. The face shone, the
eyes burned, and the piquancy of the
contrast between the soft illuminating
whiteness of the skin and the flame in
the eyes had fascinated many more than
Ingolby.
Her figure was straight yet supple,
somewhat fuller than is modern beauty,
with hints of Junolike stateliness to
come; and the curves of her bust, the
long lines of her limbs, were not OBJ
scured by her absolutely plain gown of
soft, light brown linen. She was tall,
but not too commanding, and, as her
hand was raised to fasten back wisp of
her hair, there was the motion of as
small a wrist and as tapering a bare
arm as ever made prisoner of a mans
neck.
Impulse was written In every feature,
in the passionate eagerness of her boGy
yet the line from the forehead to the
chin, and the firm shapeliness of the
chin itself. gave promise of great
strength of will. From the glory of the
crown of hair to the curve of the high
instep of a slim foot it was altogether
a personality which limited at history
at tragedy, maybe.
"She'll have history" Madame
Bulteel, who now rtood beside the girl,
herself a figure out of a picture by
Velasquez, had said of her sadly; for
she saw in Fleda's rare qualities, in
her strange beauty, happenings which
had nothing to do with the life she
was living. So this duenna of Gabriel
.Druse's household, this aristocratic, si
lent woman was ever on the watch for
some sudden revelation of a being
which had not found itself, and which
must find itself through perils and con-
vulsions.
That was why. today, she had hesi
tsted TO leave Fleda alone and come to
Carlton, to be at the bedside of a dy-
ing, friendless woman whom by chance
she had come to know. In the street
she had heard of what was happening
on the river, and had come in time to
receive Fleda from the arms of her
rescuer.
"How did you get here?" Fleda
asked her.
I am needed, truant?" said the other
with a reproachful look.
''Did you fly? You are so light, so
thin, you could breathe yourself here, !"
rejoined the girl, with a gentle, quizzi
cal smile. But, no." she added, Il
remember, you were to be here at Caril
Ion"
"Are you able to walk now?"
asked Madame Bulteel.
''To Manitou-but of course" Fleda
answered almost sharply.
After the first few minutes the crowd
had fallen back. They watched her
with respectful admiration from a de-
cent distance. They had the chivalry
toward woman SO characteristic of the
West. There was no vulgarity in their
curiosity, though most Of them had
never seen her before. All, however,
had heard of her and her father, the
giant greybeard who moved and lived
in an air of mystery, and apparently
secret wealth, for more than once he
had given large sums-large in the
eyes of folks of moderate means-when
charity was needed; as in the case of
the foods the year before, and in the
prairie fire the year before that, when
so many people were made homeless,
and also when fifty men had been in
jured in one railway accident. On these
occasions he gave dlsproportionately to
his mode of life.
Now, when they saw that Fleda was
about to move away, they drew just a
little nearer, and presently one of the
crowd could contain his admiration nc
longer. He raised a cheer.
"Three cheers for Her." he shouted,
and loud hurrahs followed.
''Three cheers for Ingolby," another
cried, and the noise was boisterous but
not so general.
"Who shot Carlton Rapids?" an
other called in the formula of the West
''She shot the rapids" was the
choral reply.
"Who is she?" came the antiphon.
"Druse is her name," was the gay
response.
"What did she do?"
"She shot Carlton, Rapids-shot 'en
dead. Hooray!" In the middle of the
cheering Osterhaut and Jowett arrived
in a wagon which they had com