The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1919-09-03
Love Affairs of a
Lonely Woman
By MARY HAu
lied the amount the envelope had

realized the amount the envelope had
held
1T can't be for mel" she gasped aloud,
hastily showing the money back into the
, envelope and Looking about the room as
though she expected someone to be point
ing an accusing finger at her in sus-
picion. IAN that money! And no adj
dress on the envelope! What shall l do
with it?''
A hundred places about the room sug-
gested hiding place, but at last, after
considering and rejecting every one of
them, she rolled the money into a tight
little wad and inserted il among the
thick masses of her hair.
Her decision had not come a moment
too soon, for the next instant the tall
woman who had called herself Helga APP
peared in the open doorway and nodded
with an attempt at cheerfulness.
your bath is ready, MISS she said.
Us there anything can do to help?"
mo thank you, Jane answered quick
~. II am just going to the bathroom
now"
The woman nodded again. IF you
want me you can ring" she said, and
with something approaching a smile, she
turned and went out, closing the door
rather sharply behind her.
After first glancing about the room to
be sure that she was alone, Jane moved
to the bathroom and entered. Even I'M
der the peculiar circumstances in which
she found herself, the girl could not re-
press a gasp of surprise at the luxury
displayed on every side. All the fittings
of the tub and washstand were of sill
yer, a heavy, white carpet covered the
blue-tiled floor and the walls were
cleaning white, also tiled to the ceiling.
The bedroom, with its carved bed and
beautiful hangings had suggested note
&I,Ct Il 1.~l1 xr
in keeping with the lavish splendor of
the bathroom.
Under any other conditions the girl
would have passed half hour of keen
enjoyment, but just now she was too
much interested in getting into her
clothes which she found hanging on the
wall and chair AS the woman had
said, they had been pressed and fresh
ened up, and when at last Jane sur
veyed herself in the long pier glass she
gave a sigh of relief, her confidence COM
ing back in leaps and bounds.
1t was only momentary respite, how
ever, for as she was moving toward the
door she caught the sound of voices
coming from the direction of the bed
room and flying to the door, sne set
herself to listen.
"There amt no percentage in this for
mev' a mans voice exclaimed harshly.
"If he isn't coming out here until tonight
how'd 1 know if I'm going to be paid for
all of this extra time. Whatd you do
with the girl anyway, after l brought
her in?"
THAT isn't any of your business
womans voice answered, and Jane recog-
nized it as belonging to Helga. And
if you get your money or not isn't any
of my business so there you are. stay
if you want to- or go, just as you like
When Mr. Burns comes tonight Ill tell
him which way you decide.
'Mr. Burns!" Jane muttered under her
breath The man who had been speaking
was the chauffeur who had brought her
to this place the day before, and with
another fit of nerves turning her almost
sick, she clutched the doorknob to steady
herself.
ITO be continued tomorrow
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Service.)