The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1920-07-31

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from you any time. You need have
no fear that l shall fail to respond to
any message you send"
II shall not doubt" She held out
her hand frankly. You believe in me
now. Mr.. Westcott?'
absolutely; indeed l think / al
ways have"
Always think so, please. no mat
ter what happens. | was nearly wild
until got the note to you; was so
afraid you would leave the hotel. We
must trust each other"
He stood before her. his hat in
| hand. strong robust figure, his
| brOnZed face clearly revealed; the
| sunlight making manifest the gray
| hair about his temples. To Miss D0no-
! van he seemed all man, instinct with
character and purpose. virile type
| of the out-of-doors.
"TO the DEATH" and his lips and
eyes smiled. II believe in you ut
terly."
''Thank you. Good-by."
He watched her climb the bank and
emerge upon the bridge. He still
stood there. bareheaded. when she
turned ana smiled back at him. wav-
ing her hand. Then the slender fig
ure vanished and he was left alone.
A moment later. Westcott was strid-
ing up the trail, intent upon a plan
to entrap Lacy.
They would have felt less confident
in the future could they have over
heard a conversation being carried on
in room of the Timmons house. 1t
was Miss La Rue's apartment. pos
SeSSing two windows but furnished in
a style so primitive as to cause that
faStidouS young lady to burst into
laughter when she first entered and
gaZed about. Both her companions
followed her. laden with luggage, and
Beaten. sensing instantly what had
thus affected her humor dropped his
bag on the floor.
ITS the hest there is here" he pro-
tested. "TimmOns has held it for you
three days. If you feel like kicking
about this room. you ought to see some
of the Others-mine. for instance, or
the one Timmons put that other wOm-
an in"
'Gh. yes" she said, finding n seat
and staring 1t him. That reminds
me. Did you say there WAS a girl here
from New York? Sit down. Mr. En-
-, Ia n. 7 IL, Il
Ned?
He opened II and glanced out into
the hall. throwing the bolt as he came
back
"All right. Celeste but I wouldn't |
talk quite so loud; tie partitions are
not very tight"
mo objections to s cigarette, l sup |
pose" and she produced case. |
Thanks: now I feel better-certain-
ly, light up. Well, Ned the first thing
| want to know is. who is this other
New York skirt. and how did she han
pen TO blow in here just at this time?"
Beaton completed the lighting of his
cigar. tinginS the match carelessly out
Of the window.
"Oh, she's all right" he said easily.
Just an innocent kid writer for
Scrihbler's who's trying to make good
writing about the beautiful scenery
around here. Her name is Donovan
Her fathers big contractor and has
money to burn"
Did you ever hear the beat of that.
Enright? Neddv is about to feather
his nest. Well. 20 on
''That's about all. I guess. only she
amt nothin' You need he afraid Of
"Sure not. with a watchdog like you
On guard. But if you ask me. | don't
ike the idea of her happening in here
lust at this time. This is no pla.e
'or an innocent child" and she looked
about, her lip curling. Lord should
'ay not. Do You happen TO remember
my New York contractor by that
lame. Mr. Enright?"
The rotrnd LAWYER, his feet elevated
IN the window-sill cigar between
lis lips. shook his head In emphatic
dissent.
mot lately: there was Tim nono-
IAN who had a pull in the subway
was a Tammany man
but he died. and was never married.
What's the girls look Iike?"
Rather slender. with brown hair.
orter cOppery in the sun, and gray
yes that grow dark when she's in
crested. About twenty-three or four,
should say"
"Did you get he" full name?"
Sure: it's on the register-Stella
Donovan"
Enright lowered his feet TO the floor
puzzled look on his face, his teeth
Iinched on his cigar.
Hold on hit tiIl I think" he mut-
cred. THAT sounds mighty familiar
Stella Donovan, BY the Lord. I've
card that name before somewhere:
h. have fishes on the New York
tar. Fve-seen her name signed to
rticIes in the Sunday edition. I'll
ct she's the girl
"A New York Observation-Disclosures. r
'ell. what do you suppose she is do !.
lg ont here: After us?"
Enrighr had grip on himself again +,
nd slowly rplif his cigar leaning
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