The Washington times., 1937-02-20

| ing taunClng CLOCK whose nanQS
seemed painted on the dial.
Endicott sat here alone. His
wife had died, his children had
married and were out on their
own. The very considerable for
tune -on-paper that had demanded
so much looking after and fret
ting over had gone the way OF
all perishing things. Enough
had been salvaged, fortunately
to leave the big house in his
possession and permit it's main
tenance on much the same scale
as before the crash. He could
be glad about that, he reflected
Penury would have been impos'
sible to bear.
Edwards the butler sedately en-
tered the room.
"A young lady, sir; says she
has an appointment"
He had forgotten. But it was
a fact. He had been foolish
enough to consent to see some
newspaper-syndicate writer.
She's early" he complained
gruffly. Let her wait awhile,
And as Edwards backed himself
out, he added, What kind Of
person is She?"
"Uncommonly handsome, sir, if
I may say so"
"Well-go and get her. But
about half past eight, Edwards,
you come back and effect res
cue"
"You will be wanted immedi.
ately at the hospital, sir?" Ed
wards ventured a conspiratory
grin.
"Yes-that will do very nice
ly." He rose, after the door hao
closed softly, and pushed the
two luxurious red leather chairs
facing the CRATE to a more COM
Ipanionable angle. He hoped this
would turn out to be an inter
eSting event. A year ago, he
said to himself, an unknown
caller dropping in from nowhere
would have had to tell her story
in full to someone else before
she reached him personally.
Miss Duquesne, sir" said Ed
wards, viSibly impressed.
She entered without hesitation
and walked toward him with the
confident air of sound social ex.
lDerienCe. llnfluStered. Self-c0n.
tanned. 1t was quite evident that
she had nothing to sell. Her
urbane smile was gracious
enough, but it threatened no
Wheedling or obsequious boot.
licking. The smile augured well,
thought DR.. Endicott as he
stepped forward.
so you're a newspaper won1.
an" he said amiably, when she
was seated. I'm bound to say, if
it isn't too personal, that you
don't look like one. -"
What do I look like?" she
countered.
"The stage, I should say, on
chance guess" Endicott re.
laxed comfortably in his chair
and surveyed her with undis-
guised pleasure. wouldn't you
like to lay aside your coat? It's
warm in here"
She complied, her host rising
to assist, and stood before him
momentarily in an expertly
tailored black velvet that sculp-
tured her beautifully.
"No," she replied, II am not
on the stage. It's queer, though,
your thinking so. For you are,
I'm sure, accustomed to sizing
up strangers and making de.
ductions. 1t hasn't been so very
long since another man of wide
experience in reading people
asked me if I were not in the
theatrical business. Perhaps you
would like to know. It was Dean
Harcourt-of Trinity Cathedral.
Doubtless you have met him.
notice that important men seem
to encounter one another in
various ways"
DR.. Endicott's amiable lips pro.
truded slightly. Bright young
woman, he observed, but moving
rather rapidly. However, Dean
Harcourt was a safe enough topic
of conversation. BesideS-he sin
cerely admired the man and would
be glad to talk about him.
"Yes-Im proud to say that
know the Dean. Very remarkable
person. You belong to his flock,
perhaps?"
coming-Wednesday, Feb. "a
Leisure to Repent" Ursula Par
rott's novel of modern marriage.
Don't miss the opening chapters.
(TO Be COntinued)
Copyright. 1887 by Lloyd C. Douglas.
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