The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1922-07-16

find some physical change to accord
with that other more mysterious
evolution. She walked with all the
grace OF long limbs ana unfettereu
clothing. Her figure, though per.
fectly graceful, and with that same
peculiar distinction which had first
attracted me, was as yet wholly lm-
mature. But in the face itself there
were signs of coming change
Where in it might lie | could not
tell, but it was there. an intangible
and wholly elusive thing. ! think
that a certain fear Of il and what 1t
might mean oppressed me with the
sense of coming trouble. ! was
more fully conscious then than ever
before of the moral responsibility
of our peculiar charge
We crossed a straight dusty
road. cleaying the rolling moor like
belt of ribbon. lsobel looked
thoughtiully along it.
81 wonder" she said, when Ar
thur will come dUwn!'
The folly OF a man is a thing
sometimes outside his own power
OF control a second before ! had
been wondering of whom and what
she had been thinking.
Not just yet, I'm, afraid Allan
answered, stopping TO light his pipe.
1T is not easy for him to get back
ward and forward, and | believe
that he is by way Of being rather
busy just now"
What a nuisance" Isobel de-
clared, looking behind her regret.
fully. The roads about here seem
so good"
THE roads are good, but the
heath is better Allan answered.
81 will race YOU for half pound
of chocolates to that clump OF
pines!"
"fou are such a slow starter"
she laughed. bounding away before
he had time 10 drop his easel.
Make II q pound"
| picked up Allan's easel and
and stroled away after them. Was
1t the motoring. | wondered. which
had prompted her half-wistful Ques.
tion, or mad | been wise too late?
Arthur had been very confident. So
I much that he had said had carried
with it certain ring of truth
Youth and the temperament Of
youth were surely irresistible Like
calls to like across the garden Of
Spring flowers with cry which no
interloper can still, no wanderer OF
later years can stiile. somehow IL
seemed to me just tnen that the sun
had ceased to shine, and a touch of
Winter after all was lingering In
the western breeze
They disappearSl round the
pipe plantation, Isobel leading by q
few yards, her skirts blowing in
the wind, running still with superb
and untirod grace. | climbed a
bank to gain a better view of the
finish. and became suddenly aware
that | was not the only interested
spectator or their struggle About
a hundred yards TO my left a man
was standing on the top of the same
bank, a pair of field glasses glued
TO his eyes, watching intently the
spot where they might be expected
TO reappear. The sight of him took
me by surprise. A few moments
ago | could have sworn that there
was not a human being within a
mile Of us. There was only one eX.
planation of his appearance. He
must have been concealed in the
dry mossy ditch at the foot of the
bank. 1t was possible, of course,
that he might nave been ike us, a
casual wayfarer, and yet the sud,
denness of his appearance, the IN.
tentness Of his watch, both had
their effect upon me. l moved q
few yards toward him, with what
object perhaps scarcely knew. a
dry twig snapped beneath my feet
He became suddenly aware OF my
approach. Then, indeed, my sus
picions took definite shape, for
without a moments hesitation the
man turned and strobe away in the
opposite direction.
| shouted TO him. He took nc
notice. | shouted again, and he
only increased his pace, | watched
him disappear, and no longer hat
any doubts at all. He was not ir
the least like a tramp, and his
flight could bear but one interpre
tation. Isobel was not safe ever
here, We had been followed from
London-we were being WATCHED
every hour. For the first time
began seriously to doubt what Tho
end of these things might be.