The Connecticut labor press. (New Haven, Conn.) 191?-1921, 1919-05-24

CHAPTER II.
Back in the Room.


7'he situation had become more
pteposterous than ever. Two hours
before it would have been unimagin-
able; one hour ago I had merely been
offering aid to a young woman in dis
tress; now she was occupying my
rooms and I was hurrying along Tenth
street, careless as to my destination
and feeling as though the whole world
was crumbling about my head because
she wore a wedding ring.
AS passed up the street the taxi
cab which 1 had seen at the east end
came rapidly toward me. It passed
and stopped and looked after 1t.
was certain that it slackened speed
outside the door of the old building,
but again 1t went on quickly until it
was lost to view in the distance.
| Had I given the pursuers a clue by
my temperance?
I watched for few moments longer,
but the vehicle did not return and /
dismissed the idea as folly. After all.
New York was civilized city, and l
could be sure of the girls safety be-
hind the street door lock and that of
my apartment door. So refused to
yield to the impulse to go back and
assure myself that she was all right.
I must find a hotel and get a good
nights sleep.
AS l went on new thoughts began
to press on my Imagination. The tale
about the father, the assumed igno-
rance of the conventions-how much
could be believed?
Had she not probably left her hus-
band in some Canadian city and come
to New York to enjoy her holiday in
her own fashion? Could she inno-
Gently have adventured to Days door
and actually have succeeded In gain
ing admission?
Perhaps she was worse than I was
even now imagining!
Perhaps, If / had not left her-per-
hape, If I turned back I clenched
my fists and hurried on. l would not
give rein to the thoughts that were
| making my heart bound like a run
away horse.
I had turned up Fifth avenue and
had reached Twelfth or Thirteenth
street when I thought I heard the pat
ter of the Eskimo dogs feet behind
was only the long stretch of pavement.
had resumed my course when l was
sure heard the pattering again. And
again l saw nothing.
A moment later / was hurrying back
toward the apartment house. My
nerves had suddenly become unstrung.
/ felt sure now that some imminent
danger was threatening Jacqueline. l
could not bear the suspense of wait
ing till morning.
And as l ran I thought heard the
patter of the dogs feet, pacing mine.
|. | was rounding the corner of Tenth
street now, and again the folly of my
| behavior struck home to me. stopped
| and tried to think. Was it some in
stinct that was taking me back, or was
1t the remembrance of Jacqueline's
beauty? Was it not the desire to see
| her, to ask her about the ring?
I had actually swung around when
I heard the ghostIy patter of the feet
again close at my side. made my
decision in that instant and hurried
swiftly on my course back toward the
apartment house. -
When at last I found my door my
hands were trembling so that could
hardly fit the key into the lock.
bounded up the stairs. But on the
top story l had to pause to get my
breath, and then I dared not enter. I
listened outside. There was no sound
from within.
The two rooms that I occupied were
separated only by a curtain which fell
short a foot from the floor and was
slung on wooden pole, disclosing two
feet between the top of it and the
ceiling. The rooms were thus actually
5ne, and even that might have been
saIled small, for the bed in the rear