New Britain herald., 1923-02-07
The strange Encounter Madge and Mrs, nurkea Had Al IInrh

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 fMadge Graham What da you mean by coming into line city and net stopping of at auF haHse$h
 Little Mrs narlee achieved nreta ty and plausible poni, Hs she bent over me, and regardless ef ihe amused diners around ns kissed me warmly, have never seen Her lfluffiness Nith= out inc tribute Of amused hut admir- ing. even tender smiles from the wit- nesseA of her charming lneonsequenr lial little ways
 ''it's q long story" ] said signifi- rantly, and this la hardly the place 10 tell t, Have luncheon with me now. and then we'll take q iaKl through Central Park and talk
 Her mlgnenne face, and ehildrlike, rather eliish eyes, gleamed e0mpre- hension,
 "l saw inc papers af course" she aid Tn Il low voice, "and I've been dying to-"
 "Yau Gam Mistake Her"
 "Pease bring my service here" she broke of 10 the waitress. with smile which brought an answering one into the rather sombrc eyes Of the girl,
 "Tell nc. Is everything all right?" she went on anSiousiy. Have you seen Dicky?"
 "fes. to both questions" l smiled. "Bnt 1 warn you that we're going to talk about the weather until this luncheon Is ended"
 And hold her 10 that and kindred 1 innoeuons topics l did until We had l almost finished our luncheon, when 1 she lowered her voice almost to Il | whisper, leaning across the table as she spoke.
 "MadGo, l believe there's q woman who knows you at 3 table down the room q little ways Shes Fl stunning looking creature as far as clothes and figure go. although you can see hardly anything of hor face because Of one Of those harem veiIs the ul- tras arc wearing. But she's certainly been watching you. I want you to sec if she reminds you .f anybody. Quick. shes paying her bill now ana you can look at her without her sec ing. Third table behli,l you on your right-you can't mistake her"
 ] turned my head and took a quick furtiNe glance. As 1 did so the wom- an lifted her head, and her eyes met mine, but only for second, as she turned away at once. Bur that fash ing instant had been enough to turn me sick with dread. Surely my mem- ory was not nj fault. Those lustrous, cleaning eyes belonged to no woman but Grace Draper.
 "Teil Me About Dicky" sI turned back to Mrs. Durkee, put- ling myself together With q mighty effort. She was looking at me in frightened fashion, her face paling, even under the rather dainty makeup with which she deties the ravages of the advancing years.
 You see it. too.'' sh. Dreathed. 'fOh Madge, what shall we do?'
 Do? Nothing, just now, I re. turned, with carelessness I devoutly wished that I could feel We'll, just wait here until we're sure she's gone, then go down the other eleva- tor, and through the tunnel to the hotel, where we'll get a taxi Be- sides we're neither of us really sure that it is she" Fl I wish I had nerves like yours 1 Madge,' Mrs. Durkee sighed. I'm all of tWitter.''
 I looked at her searchngly, caught oy something in her eyes and the contour of her face. She did not look IS well as usual, l decided, and she T vas patently very nervous, ( There's nothing to be nervous about" l said calmly. Even if she is he person wc think, she's probably afraid that we'll recognize her. Re- she's a fugitive, with a hand reaching for her shoulder all the time"
 "She ought to have been hanged ong ago." Mrs. Durkee replied with a 'icious little click Of her teeth, and i he made no other observation until