The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-08-23
A WOMAN'S PREY
CHAPTER VIII (Continued)
 At Her Door.
BY FRED JACKSON.

 He left the train in New York 1 with out fear or uneasiness. lie knew that back in Nevada his ais appearance was not yet suspected The officers Of the law were not yet on his trail.
 He had still a day or two in which to win over the woman he wanted- and to make off with her. Anu he told himself confidently that tA2e | would be ample.
 However. he wasted no tfme' The city amazed him, confounded him. He had heard of its myriad | wonders from Lorah, and from olh- CTS. but the reality surpassed hls eA- | pectations The cities that he had seen en route were as nothing com pared to this queen city of them ali- 1 Yet, so persistent. so absorbing was | his longing for one woman, ne oio not even stop at Ia hotel before seek | ing out the address that he knew to l be hers, because he had seen 1t on the cards in the little gold case ne | had carried back to her on that night | of nights,
 1 With his suitcase at his feet. the l money still in it. he hailed cab ana gave the chauffeur her address in a voice that was far from steady: l Fifth Avenue and Twelfth Street Ion the correr,' he said. l Which corner, sir?' asked the cab by, hesitating, as he leaned back to- ward the window. l "I don't know Any corner. It }doesn't matter" answered John Bolt 1 He felt that he would know the house easily enough, or if he did not. he would ask.
 1 He settled back upon the cushions, gazing out at the city of his dreams. The noise, the crowds. the throngs of vehicles intoxicated him. After the silence and vaStness of Nevada 1t was l Here was 1ifei Here men lived and loved and enjoyed. Here each hour that passed was made to yield it's full of pleasure.
 The hurrying crowds in the street were hastening lest old age and death | cheat them of one little minute of happiness. The very air was heavy | with excitement. An the sun was not the bltstering, scorching, red sun of Nevada, but a great globe of vel low gold-sparkling pleasantly on towering white buildings, on thou sands of glitterfng windows, on paved streets and enameled vehicles, on the radiant faces of women in brilliant garb, on the eager, alert, critical faces of men.
 John Bolt drew in a great breath u. eyes | were very bright and his color was high beneath his tan.
 He had paid a high price for it all Tiff he mad sacrificed his honor-at least he had made a good bargain. For she was worth anything she cost. And he was going to her.
 Ths taxi halted at Twelfth street and John Bolt descended with his bag.
 Before him was church. But op- posfte there was a big, o1d-fashioned private house in a bit of garden. He paid the tariff and crossed the street, and mounted the stone steps. | Before him was a grilled door, bearing a huge brass knocker The knocker glittered in the sun. So did the glass in the door, and a panel
 of filmy lace on the other side shut
 off the view of the interior. | John Bolt set his suitcase down
 as a white-haired colored butler opened the door and stood regarding
 him inquiringly.
 "Yes, sah?" he ventured 1T want to see Mrs. wartng." said
 John Bolt. 'Is she in?' 'I jes cou1n' say sah," replied the
 darky, eying the suitcase dubiously
 'Hab yo' got 'pointment, sah?"
 "No," said John Bolt. But shell
 see me-"
 "ve'y well, sah" said the butler
 "Pn jes' see, sah. What name, if yo p1ease?''
 John Bolt" was the grim answer
 He advanced into the hallway ano there waited as the negero climbed the stairs nurmucing:
 MT. Bot. Yes, sah. One minute sah. if yo' please, sah.''
 His footsteps died away. Johr Bolt glanced about him. No note of luxury was missing Through golden curtains of velour h.
 beheld a vista of gliding, satin da mask, marble. bronze, tapestry, rose: and palms. The air was heavy witf
 the scent of flowers. A huge ole clock licked away monotonously ol , the stairs. just below a quaint ok
 window of colored glass that strain ed the sunlight and painted it be fore admitting it. Portraits ques toned him superciliously from tn
 paneIed walls.
 l His heart beat fast as his eye l travelled about him. This was tn = setting for her, undeniably. It sug : gested her some way He felt won
 derfully near her as he reflected tha | her little feet had trod upon the yer, spot where he was now sta nding-
 that she had brushed that drapery il , passirg-had sat upon this chair.
 He stood in a sort of happy daze
 until the returning footsteps of tn
 butler recalled him to himself.
 He approached the descending serv
 ant eagerly.
 il t'Well?" he asked.
 \ ''Mrs. Waring is not at home, sah . said the butler regretfully.
 Not at homer" he cried in kee f disappointment. Are you sure?"
 ''Yes, sah,'' said the darky. "Posi
 tive, sah.'
 f When will she be home then % . Couldn't say, sah,'' answered tn :, butler.
 d It seemed to John Bolt that hi
 manner had changed. He moved to ward the door and opened it sug
 positively.
 Where did she go then?" aske C John Bolt.
 = Don't know. sah,'' said the butler