The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-01-20
Continued from last weekly

They would have felt less confident
In the future could they have over
heard conversation being carried on
In room Of the Timmons house. II
was Miss La Rue's apartment, pos
sessing two windows, but furnished in
style so primitive as to cause tha,
fastidiOus young lady to burst into
laughter when she first entered and
gazed about Both her companions
followed her, laden with luggage, anG
Beaten, sensing instantly what haG
thus affected her humor. dropped hi,
bag on the floor.
"It's the best there is here" he pro
tested. 'eTimmons has held 1t for yor
three days. II you feel like kicking
about this room, you ought to see some
OF the others-mine, for instance, q,
the one Timmons put that other wom-
an in"
"Oh, yes" she said, finding seat
and staring at him. "That reminds
me. Did you say there was girl here
from New York? Sit down, Mr.. En-
right, and let's talk. How's the door,
Ned?"
He opened 1t and glanced out into
the hall, throwing the bolt as he came
back.
"All right, Celeste, but 1 wouldn't
talk quite so loud; the partitions are
not very tight"
mo objections to cigarette, sup,
pose" and she produced case.
'Thanks; now I feel better-certain.
ly, light up. Well, Ned, the first thing
i want to know is, who is this other
New York skirt, and how did she hap
pen to blow in here just at this timer"
Beaton completed the lighting of his
cigar, flinging the match carelessly out
Of the window.
"Oh, she's all right" he said easily.
"Just an innocent kid writer for
Scrbbler'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? Neddy is about to feather
his nest. Well, go on"
"That's about all, I guess, only she
amt nothin' you need be afraid Of"
"Sure not, with a watch dog like you
on guard. But If you ask me, don't
like the idea Of her happening in here
Just at this time. This is no place
for an innocent child" and she looked
about, her lip curling. "Lord, should
say not. Do you happen to remember
any New York contractor by that
name, Mr.. Enright?"
The rotund lawyer, his feet elevated
on the window-sill, cigar between
his lips, shook his head In emphatic
dissent.
"Not lately; there was a Tim -Dono-
van who had a pull in the subway
excavation-he was a Tammany man
but he died, and was never married.
What's the girl look likeT
"Rather slender, with brown hair,
sorter coppery in the sun, and gray
eyes that grow dark when she's in
terested. About twenty-three or four,
should say"
"Did you get her full namew
"Sure; it's on the register-Stella
Donovan"
Enright lowered his feet to the floor,
q puzzled look on his face, his teeth
clinched on his cigar.
"Hold on bit till think" ne NUT
tered. "That sounds mighty familiar
Stella Donovan! BY the Lord, I've
heard that name before somewhere;
ah, have fishes on the New York
Star. I've seen her name signed to
articles in the Sunday edition. I'll
bet she's the girl"
"A New York newspaperwoman {;
well, what do you suppose she is do
ing out here? After us?"
Enright had grip on himself again
and slowly relit his cigar, leaning
back, and staring out the window. His
mind gripped the situation coldly.,
swell, we'd best be careful" he said
slowly. Probably it's ;merely coin
cidence, but I don't like her lying to
BeatOn. That don't look just right.
Well lay quiet and try the young lady
out. Beaton here can give her an in
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