Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1919-07-28

they started from the train In the
early morning light. What q beaut1.
full day they had spentTtogether and
how it had changed her whole atti-
tude of heart toward the man she had
married!
Two or three fine pictures were
hung in good lights. She studied
them. and knew that the n who had
selected and hung them wal q Judge
Of true art; but they did not hold nei
attention long, for "a yet, ehe had no,
connected the room with the ma for
WHOM she waited.
oren in = broad space by the window:
She was attracted by a little painted
miniature Of a woman. She took 1t up
and studied the face, 1t was hne and
sweet, with brown hair dressed low,
and eyes that reminded her OF the
man who had just gone from her,
Was this. then, the home of some
relative with whom he had come to
stop for a day or two, and. III 30
where was the relative? The dress In
the miniature r. Of = quarter Of q
century past, yet the fac was youns
and sweet, As youns, perhaps. as 9
self. She wondered who 1t was. She
put the miniature back in place with
cAressing hand. She felt that she
would like to know this woman with
the tender eyes. She wished her here
now. that she might tell her all her
anxiety.
l. Her eye wandered to the pile Of lot
tiers. some Of them oficial-looking
ones. N or two in square, perfumed
envelopes. with high, angular writ
ms. They all addressed to Mr..
Cyril Gordon. That was strange:
Who was Mr.. Cyril Gordon? What
had thsy-what had she-to do with
whom they-were visiting for a few
days? 1t was all b~ewildering.
SThen the telephone rams.
Her heart beat wildly and sherlock
ed toward it as if 1t had been a hui
man voice speaking and she had no
power to answer. What should she
do now? Should she answer? or
should she wait for the man to come?
Gould tho man>hear tho telephone bell
or was she perhaps expected to
answer? And yet it Mr.. Cyril Cor
don-well. somebody ought to answer.
more mns 'p ana Still, s = .htra ns simss what asi i
he should be calling her! Perhaps he
was in distress. This thought sent her
flying to the phone. She took down
the receiver and called:
"Hello!" and her voice sounded far
away to herself,
us this Mr.. Gordon's apartment?"
Yes she answered, for her eyes
were resting on the pile of letters
close at hand.
rs Mr.. Gordon there?"
mo, he is not" she answafed,
growing more confident now ana al
most wishing she had OF presumed to
answer a strangers phone.
"Why, l just 'phoned to the ofice
and they told me he had returned"
said a voice that had an imperious
note in it. Are o sure he isn't
there?"
quite sure" she replied.
who Is this, p%lease:"
II beg your pardon" said Celia try
ing to make time and knowing not
how to reply. She was not any long
er Miss Hathaway. Who was she ?
Mrs. Hayne? She shrank from the
name. It was filed with horror for
her. "Who is this. I said" snapped
the other voice now. II. this the
chambernaid? Because IL 1t is I'd
like you to look around and Inquire
and be quite sure that Mr.. Gordon
isn't there. I wish to speak with him
about something very important"
Celia smiled.
mo, this is not the chamhermaid,'
she said sweetly, and ] am quite sure
Mr.. Gordon is not here"