The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-12-14

 dryad. But didn't know I was in love. l didn't realize that till after she was gone."
 "Gone?" Eileen encouraged him.
 "Yes. She wouldn't have what could do, of me, at any price,"
 "Did you-had you-told her you cared?"
 Great Scott! no. hadn't got nearly as fartas that. told her hoped to see her again, that if there was something 1 could do to help, but she wasn't taking any. She intimated that her health would be bet ter if 1 kept at the other end of the city. You wouldn't have had me continue to butt in, would you?"
 q don't know. What happened then?"
 "Oh, she went away"
 "You let her go?'
 What else could l do?"
 "You could have found out where she went in case she changed her mind. But perhaps you did find out?"
 "No. 1 was sort of stunned by the diff ference in her manner just at the moment. Then hoped Ena would hear from her. think she promised to write. But it ap- pears that she never did so."
 "Is she in New York still?"
 q wish to heaven 1 knew! She is stranger here, but she told me---when we were friends-that she had letters of intro duction to good people and that she'd plenty of money till they found her 'job' when I and getting along like house. on fire. But I can't forget. l think of her by day and I dream of her by night. I look for her by day when Pm up town. l think, what if should see her face framed in some car window?" '.-.-..
 "Our dance, Lady Eileen" said another man.
 Eileen rose reluctantly, but graciously, throwing Petro a good-by look. There was a sympathetic, understanding smile on her pleasant, freckled face.
 She was glad, though she was sad, too just little sad. It would pass, she knew, for she had not let herself go far. She could have loved him, and been happy with him, and have made him happy, she thought, but she must take her mind off the little hurt in her heart by thinking of way in which she could make him happy-a way in which, by and by, he might recognize her handiwork and send her his thanks across the sea.
 Of course Petro had mentioned no name, and Eileen had asked no questions. If it had not been for Raygan's revelation, she might not have guessed; but now she did guess, and was almost sure.
 Could Ena have done something to put them apart? Eileen wondered. It would she had to admit-be like Ena.
 Eileen wouldn't break the promise not to tell Peter where the girl was, because a promise was one of the few things she and her brother Rags had never broken. Raygan wouldn't release her, even if she begged him to do so, but there might be another way a way which might lead Petro straight to the Lady in the Mood, if he were really in earnest about finding her. That was the clever part of the inspiration which sud denly came to Eileen that same night
 "I'll do it when l say good-by to Mrs. Rolls," she told herself. And the idea seemed to her so original, so filled with possibilities of romance, that it was as soothing to the bruise in her heart as an application of Peter Rolls Balm of Gilead.
 Chapter VI-Toyland CUDDENLY and without warning Win was \ dragged out of blouses and neckwear
 and dumped into the toy department of the store. This was as great surprise to Sadie Kirk and Earl Usher as to Win hef self. She dropped upon them as if she had fallen out of the sky-or at least from the top floor. And nobody knew why; whether 1t was punishment or a reward.
 The red-haired girl who had from the first been a haunting mystery for Win was in the toy department. Her name was Lily Leavitt, and-as Sadie had already told Win she was "chucking herself at Earl Ush- CTS head.
 That third day in toys was the most ap- palling she had known of all the long, wild days at Peter Rolls since coming in as an extra holiday hand Dozens of customers clamored for her at once.
 Wins vitality was at an exceedingly low ebb toward o'clock in the afternoon.