The diamond drill., 1920-05-22

Smiling IA response to the general
cordiality. the traveller opened the door
of the car and took the seat beside
the lad
Doctor Kirkland was too careful a
driver to have any glances to spare for
his passengers after he had guided his
car up through the business streets OF
the city to one OF the most quiet OF
the Capitol hill avenues.
They went on few blocks south
and then more swiftly eastward. At
last the physician brought his car to
stop at the curb before residence
set In a plot OF emerald green that
merged with the lawn OF Congress
park. -, 81. .. .s......~
"Here we are-homet' said Mrs.
Kirkland. In sprightly attempt to
win some indication OF remembrance
from the young man at her side. mo
doubt Ellen will be awaiting u.s."
Her companions look spoke only Of
polite inquiry. The mention of home
and of Ellen had alike failed to stir
him. She concealed her disappoint-
ment with difficulty.
II referred to my daughter" she ex-
planned. "Ellen went on a motor ride
to the foothills with Amy-MIss Low
rie, you know-and some of their girl
friends"
Again she looked closely into the
face OF her companion. But the name
of Amy Lowrie brought no fash of
memory into his frank blue eyes. He
stepped down TO hand his hostess from
the car.
A neat little maid came darting from
the front porch OF the house down
across the Stopping lawn TO the parked
sidewalk. Doctor" she called. "heres
a phone message. Urgent case at the
sanitarlum."
The physician took the note and
read II In a glance. "H'm-quite true.
That new psychopath. Must 60" He
nodded TO his wife as he stepped back
into the car. Excuse me TO Mr.. Clin-
ton, my dear. / shall return In time
for dinner"
Mrs. Kirkland smiled at her guest
as the car glided away. "The time Of
specialist Is little more his own than
that of an old-fashioned family doc
tor" she said. my husband is an
allenlst." She turned TO the house
maid. rs Miss Ellen at homer
"Yes, ma'am. She came back half
an hour ago"
"Tell cook Mr.. Clinton is to dine with
u.s."
The little maid fitted up the lawn
and into the house. Mrs. Kirkland and
the guest sauntered after her. The
west fronting of the porch afforded an
across-town view of the snowy range.
now haloed with magnificent sunset.
The traveller paused In the porch, mid.
way between the steps and the door.
"What a viewr" he exclaimed.
"You enjoy it?" the lady was quick
to catch him up. "Then, II / may ask
you to excuse me for a few moments.
! shall leave you out here In the
porch"
He sprang 10 open the screen door
for her. But the moment she had gone
inside he went across to the porch wall
and stood gazing at the sunset, forget
ful of all else than the gold and scar
let and red that streamed up through
the fieecy clouds above the indigo
mountains and white peaks into the
azure sky.
Around the corner OF the house
strolled tall. fair-haired girl, carry
ing In one hand novel and In the
other fan. The fiery splendor Of the
sunset caught her gaze and held II
while she passed the corner and mount
ed the end steps Of the porch.
At first sight OF the unconscious
traveller she Strengthened with an i'm
pulse of maidenly reserve. This was
instantly succeeded by amazcment as
her eyes rested on the mans strong
profile. She stopped, transfixed. gaz-
ing az the traveller as If dazed. She
had the look of one unable to believe
some great good fortune.
The traveller was so absorbed IA his
enjoyment OF the view that he failed
TO heed the girls light tread on the
cement floor of the porch. She was
almost within arms length OF him