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

in That's what want to hear about h>- from you. and nothing else"
 Logan had grown very pale. In truth he was frightened. But he was angry enough to hide his fear for the present.
 That's all you want to hear, is it?'' he milnicked. "If you know so much about her, you can jolly we'll find out the rest for yourself or keep off the grass. l don't~in- tend-''
 The sentence ended in an absurd gurgle, for the hand of Peter Rolls was twisting his high collar. It was horribly uncomfortable and made him feel ridiculous, because he was taller and bigger and older than Rolls. He tried to hit Peter in the face with his fist, but suddenly all strength went out of him. The hated face vanished behind a shower of sparks.
 You're murdering-me" he gasped "Ive-got--a weak heart"
 Peter let go and flung him across the room. He tottered toward the door. And his servant. who had been bfeathlessly listening outside, opened it opportuneiy on the instant. Logan saw his chance, as Sims meant him to do, half fell, half staggered out, and the door slammed in Peters face.
 It took the latter no more than 30 sec onds to wrench it open again and drag Sims, who was holding desperately onto the knob, into the dining room. Don't hurt me, sir!' the man pleaded. Il only did my duty.''
 Hurt your repeated Rolls with a laugh. Don't be afraid. Where's the other cow ard?"
 If you are referring to Mr. Logan, sir," Sims replied politely, "he is gone. If you look for him, l think you will find he has quite gone.' l had the front door open, all ready, in case it should be needed"
 Peter reflected for an instant, and then left the house.
 When Peter got home that night he found his mother waiting for him in his little den.
 You oughtn't to have waited up," he re- marked, having kissed her snow-white hair and both apple-pink cheeks.
 Il thought 1 would," she returned placid ly. Il like being here. And had just this to finish.' She held up wide strip of cro- cheted lace. Its most done now. It's go'n' to be a bedspread for Ena. But don't
 Mrs. Rolls did Ret finish the sentence.
 Anyhow, she's happy, l think" he re- marked.
 q guess so," mother agreed. "I' wish I could be just as sure you"
 "As sure that I'm happy?"
 "Yes, dear"
 A chord sened to vibrate in his soul, as if she had softly, yet purposely, touched it with her finger.
 Don't you believe I am happy" he asked
 .sNot-just like you used to be-" she said.
 "Mothery' he said in low. tense voice. 'What told you?"
 "whyIjgst bsin' your mother, I guess, I
 Wondering what?"
 Whether some day you'd say some thing"
 Il wanted to. wanted to talk to you abeut-about it all. And now Pm going to-"
 Then be told her all about Winifred Child and how he had lost her and was seeking her.
 "Tell me just what she looks hke," com manded mother, shutting her eyes to see the picture better.
 Peter excelled himself in his description of Winifred Child. Nobody ever even dreamed of another girl who looked or talked or acted bit like her," he raved. "She's so originally
 ''Why, but that's just what somebody did~ Mother cried, "Lady Eileen"
 Lady Eileen did what?"
 Dreamed about such girl. It must have been real interesting dream, because she couldn't get it out of her head and told me all about it. She saw tall, dark girl, with wonderful eyes and a fascinating mouth and graceful sort of ways like you've been tell ing me about. Hearing Lady Eileen talk was almost like seeing photograph. In the dream you were in love with the girl- English she was, too, like the real one and ransacking New York for her, while all the time she@"
 'Yes-yes, dear! All the time she-"