The Washington times., 1931-02-20
NOlU Go On With the StOry

tucked way in his deSk!" She
simply couldn't imagine Larry
as a companion to war-wreckage,
to what was probably a neu-
rotic young man, worse than
Aunt Adelaide! mo, I'm afraid
not she repeated.
well, perhaps someone will
come who will be- just what I
want" Mrs. Lorrimer said, after
a moment, "and-" she looked
at Mary Lou a moment and
then, turning to her desk, wrote
rapidly on a correspondence
card, slipped it in an envelope
and addressed it.
Take this" she added, "to
Sarah Manly at the address I've
written. She heads rather un-
usual agency and is great
friend of mine I am per-
fectly sure she will find some
thing for you. She will do her
best, l know"
Mary Lou took the envelope
and looked up gratefully.
Il do thank you so much"
she said. and confessed, fur
ther. Il think I would be very
stupid about looking for place
myself I am so conscious that
I haven't any marketable talents
really. That is why the fatal
advertisement seemed to me 10
fit so perfectly-I mean, I could
do the things it asked, could
even be them, if I tried hard
enough" she explained, laugh
ing.
I'm sure" began Mrs. Lor-
rimer, smiling, when she stopped
at the sound of the door open
ing, step. and voice.
Enter the Hero
Peter said you were in here
has your guest gone, Mother?
Oh, beg your pardon!" said
the voice.
A tall. thin young man had
lounged into the room, and now
stood quite still seeing only the
back of Mary Louis head-She
had put on her hat again. Il
beg your pardon" the voice re-
peated, a deep voice but with
out warmth, without color,
voice utterly lifelesS.
Come here a moment, Ira
verS," said his mother, a little
anXiously. Travers hated meet
ing new people. But he couldn't
mind Mary Lou.
He came forward and Mrs.
Lorrimer started her introduc:
tions:
MY son, Miss"
But she got no further. The
amazing, the appalling thing
had happened. Mary Lou had
only time to get a lightning
like glimpse of the man. She
saw. in that brief moment,
the handsomest and, at the
same time, the most diSap-
pointing face she had ever be-
held. Straight fine features
but features, like the voice,
without color or warmth or
light; a splendidly shaped
head. thick lusterless dark hair;
a great frame, stoop-shouldered,
far too slender for the build,
a clear but Sallow skin and
dark eyes, deeply shadowed.
The Recognition
But as he had advanced
toward her, saw her full face
for the first time a shout
broke from him. His face grew
years younger, the shoulders
Strengthened, a tide of color
flushed his cheeks to his broad
forehead.
Delight" he exclaimed on
a gasp of pure astonishment.
''Mother-why didn't you tell
me? Darling, darling, darling,
you've come back to me. Oh,
thank God-thank God!"
Mary Lou felt herself caught
up in a strong embrace and
held close, closer to that rapid
ly beating sheart. She felt the
mans hands on her amazed
head, plucking off the little
hat, flinging it to the floor.
you've cut your hair" he said,
reproachfully, your lovely
hair! but never mind, you've
come back to me, Why didn't
you write? Why haven't you
come before why
why?"
Mrs. Lorrimer, her hand to
her throat, her face perfectly
white said urgently, sharply:
"TraverS let her go
this instant It's
some wretched mistake =.
Travers!"
All a Mistake
"Of course, it's been mis-
take. But it's all over now. :"
he said.
For a moment he looSened
his clasp and held her at arms
length. Mary Lou was too
frightened to speak. Was he.
he must be-mad! She looked
imploringly at Mrs. Lorrimer
and from sheer nervousness the
tears began to pour down her
cheeks. Instantly, the man was
all gentleneSS and contrition.
He put her back in her chair
and knelt down before her.
Don't cry, dearest" he said,