The Washington times., 1920-04-05
Office to- Home StOry
THE ANGEL AND MERE MAN.

of merciful oblivion in which his
subconscIous mind must have acted
with fair accuracy. for IL he made
blunders they were ricochetted
back to him. s-
At last! At last. Her face was
only two feet from his. Now he
was hopelessly. drowned in those
twin sapphire lakes. The hand and
handkerchief still hid her mouth.
1t was the man with her who spoke.
Can you tell us where to find
good dentist around here?' His
subconscious mind still being on
the job, Jimmie stammered an ad-
dress. The grateful glance of the
blue eyes was a benediction. The
Objectionable man no longer eX-
listed for Jimmie. Never in all the
realms of divine justice--it was
only in terms of divinity that he
was thinking--could that jaw-en-
visaged beast be the recipient of
such a look as that just bestowed
upon him. Jimmie harrington the
luckiest devil that had ever been so
blind to. his own Godgiven oppor-
tunities as to have pined for his
car and the open road leading far
away from all possibility OF this
meeting.
Blind and insensate indeed-ror
far away in his own ecstatic bliss
he had ignored her possible suffer
ing. If that dentist dared to hurt
her-well, he was master of few
jiu jitsu tricks.
The angel and the mere man
nan started to The door. They hest
tated, looking at their bags on a
nearby bench. Jimmie found his
voice. Would they let him care
for their hand luggage in their alb
sence? They would. He positively
gurgled his thanks for the privilege.
The man frowned. but the girl
smiled and that was bliss now -
how had Omar put it? For the
first time in his life Jimmie con-
ceded that there might be sense in
poetry.
The waiting room was. now emp
ty. He was free to follow, or at
least to look. Bill Higgins again.
More orders. More impatience.
More ridiculous fault-fnding. The
conductor unqucstionably had it in
for him, and the conductor was
strangely influential with Earring
ton Senior. Jimmie shivered at the
thought of his unrelenting parent
and gave the official all the atten-
ton his bcmusscd mind could sum-
mon. At last his tormentor left,
but tho hat of corn-fowers had
also disappeared.
Jimmie rubbed his eyes. He was
still seeing blue. No. II was not an
hallucination. That was her hand
kerchief on the sill of his cage. 1t
was long before he could sufficient
ly master his awe to touch most
reverentially one corner of the sa-
cred wisp OF Cambric and cmbroid-
cry. Probably II would reveal her
initials--possibly even her name.
His hand trcmbled az he lifted
something heavy. and from the soft
folds in his nerveless fingers
dropped a set of false teeth.
A lightning bolt from the cloud
less blue could not have more COM
pletely stunned him. So that was
why she had wanted dentist?
what horrible accident could have
brought about so hideous n neccs-
sity? One thing alone was clear
in his whirllng brain. She must
never know that he knew.
When she reached the dentists
office she would miss her property
and come back. What should he
do? There was a glimpse of blue
at the end OF the station platform.
Desperately he tugged open the
smaller bag and threw In the teeth
and the handkerchief. There was "A
distant whistle, a rush OF steps. and
tho young man pantinRly demanded
his bags, to catch the only mo-
mentarily stopping express
A flash OF blue, aud once more
darkness. Out of the inky black