The Press., 1922-10-05

the anxious e0untenance of her father As she opened her eyes she heard him say, Thank God" and felt him take her hand. She held his fingers in convulsiye grip.
 Am lam all right?" she whis- pered.
 "Yes, thanks to the man who picked you up. You gave us an awful fright, little girl, but you're all right now" Her fathers voice was cheery and his eyes met those of the nurse with smile.
 "Who was it?" she asked.
 T don't know. He disappeared after the accident. But the doctor ut the hospital said that if it had not been for his first aid you might have" he did not complete the sentence. See here's the only clew we have to his identity" He held up a handkerchief. He twisted this into tnurniquet on your arm and stopped the. bleed ng where the glass from the wind$h pII had cut you. The handkerchief is marked J. H. That's all we know.
 Perhaps-perhaps he'll come to claim it," she said with faint smile Then, for she was still weak thp nurse forbade further talk, and gave her something that tasted bitter, but which sent her into a deep Slrmher from which she woke refreshed
 Two weeks later. when she rOnld Sit up and felt able to receive hrr friends, many of whom called |" t,n gratulate her on her speedy rprnvnry. her father entered the room with twinkle in his eye.
 Ethel my dear. I have n Surpri>p for yOu." he said. '':S he nn+ h~ goin4 to call on you in half an G"I" >,nnr n:,t' you don't know vel 'n.I wla0u Y .:. viIT hPf.re long" V''-' - ,-."r ing call him back.
 Promptly at the set lime tl.cre was a knock at her door. To he: call her father replied, and entered. uSi. .pr.ng In stranger-a stranger with gray eyes.
 Ethel" began her father. "this is the young man to whom We owe your life. May l present Mir. Harris my daughter, Mir. Harris. l want her to tell you herself how grateful we all are for your prompt aid. And by the way, she has something 0f yours which you may want" And t!.e good man chuckled to himself as he left the room.
 Two hours later Harris took his de parture. Ethel called her father to her.
 Daddy, I think he's splendid. How did you find who he waS?"
 Well, It was a curious coincidence. Old man Morton, of the big firm of lawyers. wrote in to ask how you were-he's an old friend of mine. you knOw-and said that this young mal who was a new member of the firm. and a very clever one. had been there and picked you up. It seems that after you left he went to his office to find out who I was. and told the whole story to Morton, swearing him to secrecy. But Morton thought that Ire was foolish not to let us thank him, so he spilled the beans, and got hold of young Mir. Harris for lunch and made him promise to come up here. What do you think of him?'
 Daddy, think he's just as nice as he can bel"
 And did you return his handker- chiefT'
 A little blush ran across Ethers face.
 Well, he didn't ask for 1t, and thought thought I'd like to keep it | for a souvenir of the occasion"
 "Oh! We'll seey" And MT. Dor rance left the room laughing heartily, | to the great indignation of his daugh- ter.
 But several months later when the 1 engagement of Ethel DOrrance to the rising young lawyer, John Harris, was and the newspapers hint ed at the romantic beginning of their | Ethel made a confession to her father.
 Daddy dear, he did ask for his and told him that I . wanted to keep 1t to remember him by. And daddy, now can keep it always and I'm 90 happyi"
 And her father, remembering how that scrap of linen had stood between his daughter and death, agreed that It was quite proper that 1t should re- main in the family.