The Spokane woman. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1921-1935, 1927-06-23
BOUND TO THE NORTH

cut ii close, Auntie-cl0se.'
But why, whyr demanded the be-
wildered aunt.
Il am soldier; soldiers obey orders.
am going back to Washington, Auntie
but not as Jeanne Beaufort. l may
never come back. In that case there
will be four of us'--with a gesture to-
ward the photographs
Give me the scissors"
Take them to the hair-dresser,
Auntie. Never mind the price. Tell
her the wig must be made within
forty-eight hours. 1t must be DYED Il
dark brown"
but why didn't you keep in on your
head and dye it,"
Sometimes l shall be Il boy, Auntie.N
Quite naturally her next glance was
into the mirror. She rather admired
the boyish face that looked back at her.
The hair freed of weight, showed
tendency to curl crisply.
In the evening of the third day
Jeanne left Richmond. Her luggage
was small bag for such toilet articles
as she needed. She took nothing else.
She had trunks in Washington, and
these contained everything. All, but
she did take something elsa sheet
of paper. Somewhere she might find
an Ii or j or q, some letter compare
with those ON that document.
Dressed as u boy, it would have been
comparatively easy for her to go
directly to Washington; but she pro-
posed to arrive this time in her present
garments, the somber gray such as
hospital nurses wore.
Ii took her ten days TO reach Balti-
more, for that was her first destination.
A deep tan lay upon her face, and to
this she added semi-permanent stain.
Only her eyes were Jeanne Beau
forts. She would call herself Alice
Trent. The name came into her mind
quite innocent of calculation. She had
never heard of anyone By that maine
she could not even recall having read
it in a book.
1t was one of those imcomprehensible
tricks of fate, this idle selection; and
later it came very near proving fatal
To her.
How could she possibly know that
Alice Trent was living being, her
own age, resident of the very city
she had chosen as her base?
Heretofore she had gone by the name
of Susan Warren. She had lived quiet
ly with middle-class family whose
sympathies inclined toward the South
Now she must go out in the high
world she must gather her information
from military and diplomatic sources.
So, one morning, there arrived on the
Baltimore train, among other passen-
gers, handsome young woman In
sober gray. She glanced about indie
cisively.
A regiment was entertaining. Until
the soldiers had passed, it was .ni-
possible to max the exit from the sta
ton. Company by company the coach
es swallowed up the troopers.
An intoxicated man watched her
speculatively. He approached, dotted
his cap amiably and asked If she
would like a gentleman see her home.
Jeanne had no time to reply. A lean
brown hand seized the offender by the
collar and flung him roughly to one
side. A pieasant-faced young officer
saluted Jeanne and offered to see her
to her carriage.
ut was very kind Of you" she said
as she took her seat in rickety old
phaeton.
"The pleasure was mine. l am
Captain Armitage."
my name is Alice Trent" All young
officers were useful.
He raised his hat, and she was
driven off. A very agreeable face, she
thought. But he was hated Yankee;
and so she dismissed him with shrug