The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-03-10

Miss Donovan sat IN one Of the
chairs by the front window waiting.
As they entered she arose to her test.
Westcott crossed the room and took
her hand
"Hes sll right" he assured her
quickly, Interpreting the look in her
eyes. Tired from the trip. Of courss.
but nights rest will do wonders. And
now, Timmons," he turned to the be-
wildered landlord. els that man En-
right upstairsT
1.-THE New York lawyerf No, he
got frightened and left. He skipped
out the next day after you fellers got
away. Bill wanted him to go along
with him. but he said he was too sick.
Then he claimed to have Q telegram
calm him East, but he never did. I
reckon he must we got cold feet bout
somethin'-enyhow he's gone
"And Miss La Ruef"
"Sure; she took the same train"
eager now to divulge all he knew.
But that amt her real name-its o
kind O. long name, an begins with @
! saw It In q letter she left upstairs.
but l couldn't make 1t all out. She's
married"
The eyes of Westcott and Miss Don
ovan met. Here was q bit Of strange
newS-the La Rue woman married, and
to a man with a Long name beginning
with G. The same thought occurred to
them both, yet 1t was evidently useless
to question Tlmmons any longer. He
would know nothing and comprehend
less. The girl looked tired. complete
" worn ont. and ths affair cesld rest
until morning.
''Take Miss Donovan q room,"
Westcott said shortly. sand I'll run
upstairs and have another hook at Cav
endish."
AT whof'
"Cavendish, the wounded man We
Just carried In"
"well, that's blamed funny. 8ay, !
don't remember ever heaytn' that
name before in al sny lite till Just
now. Come ter think Of Il, believe
that was the name IA that La Ras
girls letter. got Il yere h the
desk; It's torn some. ~ don't mean
nothin' to mel sounds kin6sr nutty."
He threw open a drawer, rummagipg
within. but without pausin& IN speech.
"Then q fellow blew IN yere this
mornin' of the Limited. asking about
you. Jim. an DANCED II don't be-
iieve ne said his name was Cavendish.
The register was full 80 he didn't
write 1t down, bu' that WAS the name
all right. And now you tote in an
other one. What is this, anyhow-a
family reunion7"
"You say man by that name was
herc-asking for me7'
"Yep; l reckon he's asleep up
stairs, for he never showed up at sup
per-" :,
"In what room, Petef" -
"Nine." -
Westcott, with a swift word Of e1-
| cuse to Stella. dashed into the hall,
and disappeared up the stairway, TAX
Ing three steps at a time. A moment
! later those below heard him pounding
at door; then his voice sounded:
'ThiS is Jim Westcott; open up"
TimmOns stood gazing blankly at
lhe ethpty SldiESdSe, IuOpplHK MS IuC9
With baadanna handkerchief. Then
he removed his horn-rimmed specta.
cles, and polished them. as though what
mind he possessed had become com.
| pletely dazed.
He turned around and noticed Miss
| Donovan, the sight of her standing
there bringing back q reminder Of his
duty.
"He was sayin' as how likely yer
wanted to 60 to bed. miss"
mot now; I'll wait until Mr.. West
colt comes down. What IL that paper
In your hand7 Is that the letter Miss
La Rue left7"
He held It up in surprise, gazing at
1t through his glasses.
"Why, Lord bless met is, isn't IT.
Must have took II out O. ther drawer
an never thought Of the darned thing
| agin."
May see itr'
|