diff options
Diffstat (limited to '14632-h')
| -rw-r--r-- | 14632-h/14632-h.htm | 5736 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | 14632-h/images/1-tb.jpg | bin | 0 -> 20616 bytes | |||
| -rw-r--r-- | 14632-h/images/1.jpg | bin | 0 -> 122799 bytes | |||
| -rw-r--r-- | 14632-h/images/4.jpg | bin | 0 -> 9206 bytes | |||
| -rw-r--r-- | 14632-h/images/emblem.jpg | bin | 0 -> 1618 bytes |
5 files changed, 5736 insertions, 0 deletions
diff --git a/14632-h/14632-h.htm b/14632-h/14632-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3c8eaeb --- /dev/null +++ b/14632-h/14632-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,5736 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" +"http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> +<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" xml:lang="en" lang="en"> +<head> +<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8" /> +<meta http-equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css" /> +<title>The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Mystery of Mary, by Grace Livingston Hill Lutz</title> + +<style type="text/css"> + + p { margin-top: .75em; + text-align: justify; + margin-bottom: .75em; + } + h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6 { + text-align: center; /* all headings centered */ + clear: both; + } + hr { width: 33%; + margin-top: 2em; + margin-bottom: 2em; + margin-left: auto; + margin-right: auto; + clear: both; + } + + table {margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;} + + body{margin-left: 10%; + margin-right: 10%; + } + + .blockquot{margin-left: 5%; margin-right: 10%;} + + .center {text-align: center;} + + .figcenter {margin: auto; text-align: center;} + + img {border: 0;} + + </style> + </head> +<body> +<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14632 ***</div> + +<h1>THE MYSTERY</h1> +<h1>OF MARY</h1> + +<h3>BY</h3> +<h2>GRACE LIVINGSTON HILL LUTZ</h2> + +<p class="center">AUTHOR OF</p> + +<p class="center">MARCIA SCHUYLER, +PHOEBE DEANE, ETC.</p> + +<p class="center">FRONTISPIECE BY</p> + +<p class="center">ANNA W. SPEAKMAN</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><img src="./images/emblem.jpg" alt="Emblem" title="Emblem" /></p> + +<p class="center">GROSSET & DUNLAP</p> + +<p class="center">PUBLISHERS NEW YORK</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p class="center">Made in the United States of America</p> + +<p class="center">COPYRIGHT, 1910, BY J.B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY</p> + +<p class="center">COPYRIGHT, 1912, BY J.B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>CONTENTS</h3> + +<div class="center"><table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents"> + <tr><td align='left'><a href="#I"><b>Chapter I</b></a></td></tr> + <tr><td align='left'><a href="#II"><b>Chapter II</b></a></td></tr> + <tr><td align='left'><a href="#III"><b>Chapter III</b></a></td></tr> + <tr><td align='left'><a href="#IV"><b>Chapter IV</b></a></td></tr> + <tr><td align='left'><a href="#V"><b>Chapter V</b></a></td></tr> + <tr><td align='left'><a href="#VI"><b>Chapter VI</b></a></td></tr> + <tr><td align='left'><a href="#VII"><b>Chapter VII</b></a></td></tr> + <tr><td align='left'><a href="#VIII"><b>Chapter VIII</b></a></td></tr> + <tr><td align='left'><a href="#IX"><b>Chapter IX</b></a></td></tr> + <tr><td align='left'><a href="#X"><b>Chapter X</b></a></td></tr> + <tr><td align='left'><a href="#XI"><b>Chapter XI</b></a></td></tr> + <tr><td align='left'><a href="#XII"><b>Chapter XII</b></a></td></tr> +</table> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>THE MYSTERY OF MARY</h2> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/1.jpg"><img src="./images/1-tb.jpg" alt="THEY STRUGGLED UP, SCARCELY PAUSING FOR BREATH" title="THEY STRUGGLED UP, SCARCELY PAUSING FOR BREATH" /></a></p><p class="figcenter">THEY STRUGGLED UP, SCARCELY PAUSING FOR BREATH<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;"><a href="#They_struggled_up"><i>Page 8</i></a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>The Mystery <i>of</i> Mary</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="I" id="I" />I</h2> + + +<p>He paused on the platform and glanced +at his watch. The train on which he had +just arrived was late. It hurried away from +the station, and was swallowed up in the +blackness of the tunnel, as if it knew its own +shortcomings and wished to make up for +them.</p> + +<p>It was five minutes of six, and as the young +man looked back at the long flight of steps +that led to the bridge across the tracks, a +delicate pencilling of electric light flashed into +outline against the city's deepening dusk, +emphasizing the lateness of the hour. He had +a dinner engagement at seven, and it was +yet some distance to his home, where a rapid +toilet must be made if he were to arrive on +time.</p> + +<p>The stairway was long, and there were +many people thronging it. A shorter cut +led down along the tracks under the bridge, +and up the grassy embankment. It would +bring him a whole block nearer home, and a +line of cabs was standing over at the corner +just above the bridge. It was against the +rules to walk beside the tracks—there was +a large sign to that effect in front of him—but +it would save five minutes. He scanned +the platform hastily to see if any officials +were in sight, then bolted down the darkening +tracks.</p> + +<p>Under the centre of the bridge a slight +noise behind him, as of soft, hurrying footsteps, +caught his attention, and a woman's +voice broke upon his startled senses.</p> + +<p>"Please don't stop, nor look around," it +said, and the owner caught up with him +now in the shadow. "But will you kindly +let me walk beside you for a moment, till +you can show me how to get out of this +dreadful place? I am very much frightened, +and I'm afraid I shall be followed. Will you +tell me where I can go to hide?"</p> + +<p>After an instant's astonished pause, he +obeyed her and kept on, making room for +her to walk beside him, while he took the +place next to the tracks. He was aware, too, +of the low rumble of a train, coming from +the mouth of the tunnel.</p> + +<p>His companion had gasped for breath, but +began again in a tone of apology:</p> + +<p>"I saw you were a gentleman, and I didn't +know what to do. I thought you would help +me to get somewhere quickly."</p> + +<p>Just then the fiery eye of the oncoming +train burst from the tunnel ahead. Instinctively, +the young man caught his companion's +arm and drew her forward to the embankment +beyond the bridge, holding her, startled +and trembling, as the screaming train tore +past them.</p> + +<p>The pent black smoke from the tunnel +rolled in a thick cloud about them, stifling +them. The girl, dazed with the roar and +blinded by the smoke, could only cling to her +protector. For an instant they felt as if +they were about to be drawn into the awful +power of the rushing monster. Then it had +passed, and a roar of silence followed, as if +they were suddenly plunged into a vacuum. +Gradually the noises of the world began again: +the rumble of a trolley-car on the bridge; +the "honk-honk" of an automobile; the cry +of a newsboy. Slowly their breath and their +senses came back.</p> + +<p>The man's first thought was to get out of +the cut before another train should come. +He grasped his companion's arm and started +up the steep embankment, realizing as he did +so that the wrist he held was slender, and +that the sleeve which covered it was of the +finest cloth.</p> + +<p><a name="They_struggled_up" id="They_struggled_up" />They struggled up, scarcely pausing for +breath. The steps at the side of the bridge, +made for the convenience of railroad hands, +were out of the question, for they were at a +dizzy height, and hung unevenly over the +yawning pit where trains shot constantly back +and forth.</p> + +<p>As they emerged from the dark, the man +saw that his companion was a young and +beautiful woman, and that she wore a light +cloth gown, with neither hat nor gloves.</p> + +<p>At the top of the embankment they paused, +and the girl, with her hand at her throat, +looked backward with a shudder. She seemed +like a young bird that could scarcely tell +which way to fly.</p> + +<p>Without an instant's hesitation, the young +man raised his hand and hailed a four-wheeler +across the street.</p> + +<p>"Come this way, quick!" he urged, helping +her in. He gave the driver his home +address and stepped in after her. Then, +turning, he faced his companion, and was +suddenly keenly aware of the strange situation +in which he had placed himself.</p> + +<p>"Can you tell me what is the matter," he +asked, "and where you would like to go?"</p> + +<p>The girl had scarcely recovered breath from +the long climb and the fright, and she answered +him in broken phrases.</p> + +<p>"No, I cannot tell you what is the matter"—she +paused and looked at him, with +a sudden comprehension of what he might be +thinking about her—"but—there is nothing—that +is—I have done nothing wrong—" +She paused again and looked up with eyes +whose clear depths, he felt, could hide no +guile.</p> + +<p>"Of course," he murmured with decision, +and then wondered why he felt so sure about +it.</p> + +<p>"Thank you," she said. Then, with frightened +perplexity: "I don't know where to go. +I never was in this city before. If you +will kindly tell me how to get somewhere—suppose +to a railroad station—and yet—no, +I have no money—and"—then with a sudden +little movement of dismay—"and I have no +hat! Oh!"</p> + +<p>The young man felt a strong desire to +shield this girl so unexpectedly thrown on +his mercy. Yet vague fears hovered about +the margin of his judgment. Perhaps she was +a thief or an adventuress. It might be that +he ought to let her get out of the odd situation +she appeared to be in, as best she might. +Yet even as the thought flashed through his +mind he seemed to hear an echo of her words, +"I saw you were a gentleman," and he felt +incapable of betraying her trust in him.</p> + +<p>The girl was speaking again: "But I +must not trouble you any more. You have +been very kind to get me out of that dreadful +place. If you will just stop the carriage +and let me out, I am sure I can take care +of myself."</p> + +<p>"I could not think of letting you get out +here alone. If you are in danger, I will help +you." The warmth of his own words startled +him. He knew he ought to be more cautious +with a stranger, but impetuously he threw +caution to the winds. "If you would just +tell me a little bit about it, so that I should +know what I ought to do for you——"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I must not tell you! I couldn't!" +said the girl, her hand fluttering up to her +heart, as if to hold its wild beating from +stifling her. "I am sorry to have involved +you for a moment in this. Please let me +out here. I am not frightened, now that I +got away from that terrible tunnel. I was +afraid I might have to go in there alone, +for I didn't see any way to get up the bank, +and I couldn't go back."</p> + +<p>"I am glad I happened to be there," +breathed the young man fervently. "It +would have been dangerous for you to enter +that tunnel. It runs an entire block. You +would probably have been killed."</p> + +<p>The girl shut her eyes and pressed her +fingers to them. In the light of the street +lamps, he saw that she was very white, and +also that there were jewels flashing from the +rings on her fingers. It was apparent that +she was a lady of wealth and refinement. +What could have brought her to this pass?</p> + +<p>The carriage came to a sudden stop, and, +looking out, he saw they had reached his home. +A new alarm seized him as the girl moved +as if to get out. His dignified mother and +his fastidious sister were probably not in, +but if by any chance they should not have +left the house, what would they think if +they saw a strange, hatless young woman +descend from the carriage with him? Moreover, +what would the butler think?</p> + +<p>"Excuse me," he said, "but, really, there +are reasons why I shouldn't like you to get +out of the carriage just here. Suppose you +sit still until I come out. I have a dinner +engagement and must make a few changes in +my dress, but it will take me only a few +minutes. You are in no danger, and I will +take you to some place of safety. I will +try to think what to do while I am gone. +On no account get out of the carriage. It +would make the driver suspicious, you know. +If you are really followed, he will let no one +disturb you in the carriage, of course. Don't +distress yourself. I'll hurry. Can you give +me the address of any friend to whom I +might 'phone or telegraph?"</p> + +<p>She shook her head and there was a glitter +of tears in her eyes as she replied:</p> + +<p>"No, I know of no one in the city who +could help me."</p> + +<p>"I will help you, then," he said with +sudden resolve, and in a tone that would be +a comfort to any woman in distress.</p> + +<p>His tone and the look of respectful kindliness +he gave her kept the girl in the carriage +until his return, although in her fear and +sudden distrust of all the world, she thought +more than once of attempting to slip away. +Yet without money, and in a costume which +could but lay her open to suspicion, what was +she to do? Where was she to go?</p> + +<p>As the young man let himself into his +home with his latch-key, he heard the butler's +well trained voice answering the telephone. +"Yes, ma'am; this is Mrs. Dunham's residence.... +No, ma'am, she is not at home.... +No, ma'am, Miss Dunham is out also.... +Mr. Dunham? Just wait a moment, +please I think Mr. Dunham has just come +in. Who shall I say wishes to speak to him?... +Mrs. Parker Bowman?... Yes, ma'am; +just wait a minute, please. I'll call Mr. Dunham."</p> + +<p>The young man frowned. Another interruption! +And Miss Bowman! It was at her +house that he was to dine. What could the +woman want? Surely it was not so late that +she was looking him up. But perhaps something +had happened, and she was calling off +her dinner. What luck if she was! Then +he would be free to attend the problem of +the young woman whom fate, or Providence, +had suddenly thrust upon his care.</p> + +<p>He took the receiver, resolved to get out +of going to the dinner if it were possible.</p> + +<p>"Good evening, Mrs. Bowman."</p> + +<p>"Oh, is that you, Mr. Dunham? How +relieved I am! I am in a bit of difficulty +about my dinner, and called up to see if +your sister couldn't help me out. Miss Mayo +has failed me. Her sister has had an accident, +and she cannot leave her. She has just +'phoned me, and I don't know what to do. +Isn't Cornelia at home? Couldn't you persuade +her to come and help me out? She +would have been invited in Miss Mayo's place +if she had not told me that she expected to +go to Boston this week. But she changed +her plans, didn't she? Isn't she where you +could reach her by 'phone and beg her to +come and help me out? You see, it's a very +particular dinner, and I've made all my +arrangements."</p> + +<p>"Well, now, that's too bad, Mrs. Bowman," +began the young man, thinking he saw a +way out of both their difficulties. "I'm +sorry Cornelia isn't here. I'm sure she would +do anything in her power to help you. But +she and mother were to dine in Chestnut +Hill to-night, and they must have left the +house half an hour ago. I'm afraid she's +out of the question. Suppose you leave me +out? You won't have any trouble then except +to take two plates off the table"—he +laughed pleasantly—"and you would have +even couples. You see," he hastened to add, +as he heard Mrs. Parker Bowman's preliminary +dissent—"you see, Mrs. Bowman, I'm +in somewhat of a predicament myself. My +train was late, and as I left the station I +happened to meet a young woman—a—a +friend." (He reflected rapidly on the old +proverb, "A friend in need is a friend indeed." +In that sense she was a friend.) "She +is temporarily separated from her friends, +and is a stranger in the city. In fact, I'm +the only acquaintance or friend she has, and +I feel rather under obligation to see her +to her hotel and look up trains for her. She +leaves the city to-night."</p> + +<p>"Now, look here, Tryon Dunham, you're +not going to leave me in the lurch for any +young woman. I don't care how old an acquaintance +she is! You simply bring her +along. She'll make up my number and relieve +me wonderfully. No, don't you say a +word. Just tell her that she needn't stand +on ceremony. Your mother and I are too old +friends for that. Any friend of yours is a +friend of mine, and my house is open to her. +She won't mind. These girls who have +travelled a great deal learn to step over the +little formalities of calls and introductions. +Tell her I'll call on her afterwards, if she'll +only remain in town long enough, or I'll come +and take dinner with her when I happen to +be in her city. I suppose she's just returned +from abroad—they all have—or else she's just +going—and if she hasn't learned to accept +things as she finds them, she probably will +soon. Tell her what a plight I'm in, and +that it will be a real blessing to me if she'll +come. Besides—I didn't mean to tell you—I +meant it for a surprise, but I may as +well tell you now—Judge Blackwell is to be +here, with his wife, and I especially want +you to meet him. I've been trying to get +you two together for a long time."</p> + +<p>"Ah!" breathed the young man, with interest. +"Judge Blackwell! I have wanted +to meet him."</p> + +<p>"Well, he has heard about you, too, and +I think he wants to meet you. Did you know +he was thinking of taking a partner into his +office? He has always refused—but that's +another story, and I haven't time to talk. +You ought to be on your way here now. Tell +your friend I will bless her forever for helping +me out, and I won't take no for an +answer. You said she'd just returned from +abroad, didn't you? Of course she's musical. +You must make her give us some music. She +will, won't she? I was depending on Miss +Mayo for that this evening."</p> + +<p>"Well, you might be able to persuade her," +murmured the distracted young man at the +'phone, as he struggled with one hand to +untie his necktie and unfasten his collar, and +mentally calculated how long it would take +him to get into his dress suit.</p> + +<p>"Yes, of course. You'd better not speak +of it—it might make her decline. And don't +let her stop to make any changes in her +dress. Everybody will understand when I tell +them she's just arrived—didn't you say?—from +the other side, and we caught her on +the wing. There's some one coming now. +Do, for pity's sake, hurry, Tryon, for my +cook is terribly cross when I hold up a dinner +too long. Good-by. Oh, by the way, what +did you say was her name?"</p> + +<p>"Oh—ah!" He had almost succeeded in +releasing his collar, and was about to hang +up the receiver, when this new difficulty confronted +him.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, of course; her name—I had almost +forgotten," he went on wildly, to make +time, and searched about in his mind for a +name—any name—that might help him. The +telephone book lay open at the r's. He +pounced upon it and took the first name his +eye caught.</p> + +<p>"Yes—why—Remington, Miss Remington."</p> + +<p>"Remington!" came in a delighted scream +over the phone. "Not Carolyn Remington? +That would be too good luck!"</p> + +<p>"No," he murmured distractedly; "no, +not Carolyn. Why, I—ah—I think—Mary—Mary +Remington."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I'm afraid I haven't met her, but +never mind. Do hurry up, Tryon. It is five +minutes of seven. Where did you say she +lives?" But the receiver was hung up with +a click, and the young man tore up the steps +to his room three at a bound. Dunham's +mind was by no means at rest. He felt that +he had done a tremendously daring thing, +though, when he came to think of it, he had +not suggested it himself; and he did not +quite see how he could get out of it, either, +for how was he to have time to help the +girl if he did not take her with him?</p> + +<p>Various plans floated through his head. +He might bring her into the house, and make +some sort of an explanation to the servants, +but what would the explanation be? He could +not tell them the truth about her, and how +would he explain the matter to his mother +and sister? For they might return before +he did, and would be sure to ask innumerable +questions.</p> + +<p>And the girl—would she go with him? If +not, what should he do with her? And about +her dress? Was it such as his "friend" +could wear to one of Mrs. Parker Bowman's +exclusive dinners? To his memory, it seemed +quiet and refined. Perhaps that was all that +was required for a woman who was travelling. +There it was again! But he had not said +she was travelling, nor that she had just returned +from abroad, nor that she was a +musician. How could he answer such questions +about an utter stranger, and yet how +could he not answer them, under the circumstances?</p> + +<p>And she wore no hat, nor cloak. That +would be a strange way to arrive at a dinner. +How could she accept? He was settling his +coat into place when a queer little bulge attracted +his attention to an inside pocket. +Impatiently he pulled out a pair of long +white gloves. They were his sister's, and he +now remembered she had given them to him +to carry the night before, on the way home +from a reception, she having removed them +because it was raining. He looked at them +with a sudden inspiration. Of course! Why +had he not thought of that? He hurried +into his sister's room to make a selection of +a few necessities for the emergency—only to +have his assurance desert him at the very +threshold. The room was immaculate, with +no feminine finery lying about. Cornelia +Dunham's maid was well trained. The only +article that seemed out of place was a hand-box +on a chair near the door. It bore the +name of a fashionable milliner, and across +the lid was pencilled in Cornelia's large, +angular hand, "To be returned to Madame +Dollard's." He caught up the box and strode +over to the closet. There was no time to +lose, and this box doubtless contained a hat +of some kind. If it was to be returned, +Cornelia would think it had been called for, +and no further inquiry would be made about +the matter. He could call at Madame's +and settle the bill without his sister's knowledge.</p> + +<p>He poked back into the closet and discovered +several wraps and evening cloaks of +more or less elaborate style, but the thought +came to him that perhaps one of these would +be recognized as Cornelia's. He closed the +door hurriedly and went down to a large +closet under the stairs, from which he presently +emerged with his mother's new black +rain-coat. He patted his coat-pocket to be +sure he had the gloves, seized his hat, and +hurried back to the carriage, the hat-box +in one hand and his mother's rain-coat dragging +behind him. His only anxiety was to +get out before the butler saw him.</p> + +<p>As he closed the door, there flashed over +him, the sudden possibility that the girl had +gone. Well, perhaps that would be the best +thing that could happen and would save him +a lot of trouble; yet to his amazement he +found that the thought filled him with a sense +of disappointment. He did not want her to +be gone. He peered anxiously into the carriage, +and was relieved to find her still there, +huddled into the shadow, her eyes looking +large and frightened. She was seized with +a fit of trembling, and it required all her +strength to keep him from noticing it. She +was half afraid of the man, now that she +had waited for him. Perhaps he was not a +gentleman, after all.</p> + + + + +<p class="figcenter"><img src="./images/4.jpg" alt="Chapter Divider" title="Chapter Divider" /></p> + + +<h2><a name="II" id="II" />II</h2> + + +<p>"I am afraid I have been a long time," +he said apologetically, as he closed the door +of the carriage, after giving Mrs. Parker +Bowman's address to the driver. In the uncertain +light of the distant arc-lamp, the +girl looked small and appealing. He felt +a strong desire to lift her burdens and carry +them on his own broad shoulders.</p> + +<p>"I've brought some things that I thought +might help," he said. "Would you like to +put on this coat? It may not be just what +you would have selected, but it was the best +I could find that would not be recognized. +The air is growing chilly."</p> + +<p>He shook out the coat and threw it around +her.</p> + +<p>"Oh, thank you," she murmured gratefully, +slipping her arms into the sleeves.</p> + +<p>"And this box has some kind of a hat, +I hope," he went on. "I ought to have +looked, but there really wasn't time." He +unknotted the strings and produced a large +picture hat with long black plumes. He was +relieved to find it black. While he untied the +strings, there had been a growing uneasiness +lest the hat be one of those wild, queer combinations +of colors that Cornelia frequently +purchased and called "artistic."</p> + +<p>The girl received the hat with a grateful +relief that was entirely satisfactory to the +young man.</p> + +<p>"And now," said he, as he pulled out the +gloves and laid them gravely in her lap, +"we're invited out to dinner."</p> + +<p>"Invited out to dinner!" gasped the girl.</p> + +<p>"Yes. It's rather a providential thing to +have happened, I think. The telephone was +ringing as I opened the door, and Mrs. Parker +Bowman, to whose house I was invited, was +asking for my sister to fill the place of an +absent guest. My sister is away, and I tried +to beg off. I told her I had accidentally met—I +hope you will pardon me—I called you a +friend."</p> + +<p>"Oh!" she said. "That was kind of +you."</p> + +<p>"I said you were a stranger in town, and +as I was your only acquaintance, I felt that +I should show you the courtesy of taking +you to a hotel, and assisting to get you +off on the night train; and I asked her to +excuse me, as that would give her an even +number. But it seems she had invited some +one especially to meet me, and was greatly +distressed not to have her full quota of guests, +so she sent you a most cordial invitation to +come to her at once, promising to take dinner +with you some time if you would help +her out now. Somehow, she gathered from +my talk that you were travelling, had just +returned from abroad, and were temporarily +separated from your friends. She is also sure +that you are musical, and means to ask you +to help her out in that way this evening. +I told her I was not sure whether you could +be persuaded or not, and she mercifully refrained +from asking whether you sang or +played. I tell you all this so that you will +be prepared for anything. Of course I +didn't tell her all these things. I merely kept +still when she inferred them. Your name, by +the way, is Miss Remington—Mary Remington. +She was greatly elated for a moment +when she thought you might be Carolyn Remington—whoever +she may be. I suppose she +will speak of it. The name was the first one +that my eye lit upon in the telephone-book. +If you object to bearing it for the evening, +it is easy to see how a name could be misunderstood +over the 'phone. But perhaps +you would better give me a few pointers, for +I've never tried acting a part, and can't be +sure how well I shall do it."</p> + +<p>The girl had been silent from astonishment +while the man talked.</p> + +<p>"But I cannot possibly go there to dinner," +she gasped, her hand going to her +throat again, as if to pluck away the delicate +lace about it and give more room, for breathing. +"I must get away somewhere at once. +I cannot trouble you in this way. I have +already imposed upon your kindness. With +this hat and coat and gloves, I shall be able +to manage quite well, and I thank you so +much! I will return them to you as soon as +possible."</p> + +<p>The cab began to go slowly, and Tryon +Dunham noticed that another carriage, just +ahead of theirs, was stopping before Mrs. +Bowman's house. There was no time for halting +decision.</p> + +<p>"My friend," he said earnestly, "I cannot +leave you alone, and I do not see a better +way than for you to go in here with me +for a little while, till I am free to go with +you. No one can follow you here, or suspect +that you had gone out to dinner at a stranger's +house. Believe me, it is the very safest thing +you could do. This is the house. Will you +go in with me? If not, I must tell the driver +to take us somewhere else."</p> + +<p>"But what will she think of me," she said +in trepidation, "and how can I do such a +thing as to steal into a woman's house to a +dinner in this way! Besides, I am not dressed +for a formal occasion."</p> + +<p>The carriage had stopped before the door +now, and the driver was getting down from +his seat.</p> + +<p>"Indeed, she will think nothing about it," +Dunham assured her, "except to be glad that +she has the right number of guests. Her +dinners are delightful affairs usually, and +you have nothing to do but talk about impersonal +matters for a little while and be +entertaining. She was most insistent that +you take no thought about the matter of +dress. She said it would be perfectly understood +that you were travelling, and that the +invitation was unexpected. You can say that +your trunk has not come, or has gone on +ahead. Will you come?"</p> + +<p>Then the driver opened the carriage door.</p> + +<p>In an instant the girl assumed the self-contained +manner she had worn when she had +first spoken to him. She stepped quietly from +the carriage, and only answered in a low +voice, "I suppose I'd better, if you wish it."</p> + +<p>Dunham paused for a moment to give the +driver a direction about carrying the great +pasteboard box to his club. This idea had +come as a sudden inspiration. He had not +thought of, the necessity of getting rid of +that box before.</p> + +<p>"If it becomes necessary, where shall I +say you are going this evening?" he asked +in a low tone, as they turned to go up the +steps. She summoned a faint, flickering +smile.</p> + +<p>"When people have been travelling abroad +and are stopping over in this city, they often +go on to Washington, do they not?" she +asked half shyly.</p> + +<p>He smiled in response, and noted with +pleasure that the black hat was intensely +becoming. She was not ill-dressed for the +part she had to play, for the black silk rain-coat +gave the touch of the traveller to her +costume.</p> + +<p>The door swung open before they could +say another word, and the young man remembered +that he must introduce his new +friend. As there was no further opportunity +to ask her about her name, he must trust to +luck.</p> + +<p>The girl obeyed the motion of the servant +and slipped up to the dressing-room as if she +were a frequent guest in the house, but it +was in some trepidation that Tryon Dunham +removed his overcoat and arranged his necktie. +He had caught a passing glimpse of +the assembled company, and knew that Mr. +Bowman was growing impatient for his dinner. +His heart almost failed him now that +the girl was out of sight. What if she +should not prove to be accustomed to society, +after all, and should show it? How embarrassing +that would be! He had seen her only +in a half-light as yet. How had he dared?</p> + +<p>But it was too late now, for she was coming +from the dressing-room, and Mrs. Bowman +was approaching them with outstretched +hands, and a welcome in her face.</p> + +<p>"My dear Miss Remington, it is so good +of you to help me out! I can see by the +first glance that it is going to be a privilege +to know you. I can't thank you enough for +waiving formalities."</p> + +<p>"It was very lovely of you to ask me," +said the girl, with perfect composure, "a +stranger——"</p> + +<p>"Don't speak of it, my dear. Mr. Dunham's +friends are not strangers, I assure you. +Tryon, didn't you tell her how long we have +known each other? I shall feel quite hurt if +you have never mentioned me to her. Now, +come, for my cook is in the last stages of +despair over the dinner. Miss Remington, +how do you manage to look so fresh and lovely +after a long sea voyage? You must tell me +your secret."</p> + +<p>The young man looked down at the girl +and saw that her dress was in perfect taste +for the occasion, and also that she was very +young and beautiful. He was watching her +with a kind of proprietary pride as she moved +forward to be introduced to the other guests, +when he saw her sweep one quick glance +about the room, and for just an instant +hesitate and draw back. Her face grew white; +then, with a supreme effort, she controlled her +feelings, and went through her part with +perfect ease.</p> + +<p>When Judge Blackwell was introduced to +the girl, he looked at her with what seemed +to Dunham to be more than a passing interest; +but the keen eyes were almost immediately +transferred to his own face, and +the young man had no further time to watch +his protégé, as dinner was immediately announced.</p> + +<p>Miss Remington was seated next to Dunham +at the table, with the Judge on her other +side. The young man was pleased with the +arrangement, and sat furtively studying the +delicate tinting of her face, the dainty line +of cheek and chin and ear, the sweep of her +dark lashes, and the ripple of her brown +hair, as he tried to converse easily with her, +as an old friend might.</p> + +<p>At length the Judge turned to the girl +and said:</p> + +<p>"Miss Remington, you remind me strongly +of a young woman who was in my office this +afternoon."</p> + +<p>The delicate color flickered out of the girl's +face entirely, leaving even her lips white, but +she lifted her dark eyes bravely to the kindly +blue ones, and with sweet dignity baffled the +questioned recognition in his look.</p> + +<p>"Yes, you are so much like her that I +would think you were—her sister perhaps, if +it were not for the name," Judge Blackwell +went on. "She was a most interesting and +beautiful young lady." The old gentleman +bestowed upon the girl a look that was like +a benediction. "Excuse me for speaking of +it, but her dress was something soft and beautiful, +like yours, and seemed to suit her face. +I was deeply interested in her, although until +this afternoon she was a stranger. She +came to me for a small matter of business, +and after it was attended to, and before she +received the papers, she disappeared! She had +removed her hat and gloves, as she was obliged +to wait some time for certain matters to be +looked up, and these she left behind her. The +hat is covered with long, handsome plumes of +the color of rich cream in coffee."</p> + +<p>Young Dunham glanced down at the cloth +of the girl's gown, and was startled to find +the same rich creamy-coffee tint in its silky +folds; yet she did not show by so much as +a flicker of an eyelash that she was passing +under the keenest inspection. She toyed with +the salted almonds beside her plate and held +the heavy silver fork as firmly as if she were +talking about the discovery of the north pole. +Her voice was steady and natural as she asked, +"How could she disappear?"</p> + +<p>"Well, that is more than I can understand. +There were three doors in the room +where she sat, one opening into the inner +office where I was at work, and two opening +into a hall, one on the side and the other on +the end opposite the freight elevator. We +searched the entire building without finding +a clew, and I am deeply troubled."</p> + +<p>"Why should she want to disappear?" +The question was asked coolly and with as +much interest as a stranger would be likely +to show.</p> + +<p>"I cannot imagine," said the old man +speculatively. "She apparently had health +and happiness, if one may judge from her +appearance, and she came to me of her own +free will on a matter of business. Immediately +after her disappearance, two well-dressed men +entered my office and inquired for her. One +had an intellectual head, but looked hard +and cruel; the other was very handsome—and +disagreeable. When he could not find the +young lady, he laid claim to her hat, but I +had it locked away. How could I know that +man was her friend or her relative? I intend +to keep that hat until the young woman herself +claims it. I have not had anything happen +that has so upset me in years."</p> + +<p>"You don't think any harm has come to +her?" questioned the girl.</p> + +<p>"I cannot think what harm could, and yet—it +is very strange. She was about the age +of my dear daughter when she died, and I +cannot get her out of my mind. When you +first appeared in the doorway you gave me +quite a start. I thought you were she. If +I can find any trace of her, I mean to investigate +this matter. I have a feeling that +that girl needs a friend."</p> + +<p>"I am sure she would be very happy to +have a friend like you," said the girl, and +there was something in the eyes that were +raised to his that made the Judge's heart +glow with admiration.</p> + +<p>"Thank you," said he warmly. "That is +most kind of you. But perhaps she has +found a better friend by this time. I hope +so."</p> + +<p>"Or one as kind," she suggested in a +low voice.</p> + +<p>The conversation then became general, and +the girl did not look up for several seconds; +but the young man on her right, who had not +missed a word of the previous tête-à-tête, +could not give attention to the story Mrs. +Blackwell was telling, for pondering what +he had heard.</p> + +<p>The ladies now left the table, and though +this was the time that Dunham had counted +upon for an acquaintance with the great +judge who might hold a future career in his +power, he could not but wish that he might +follow them to the other room. He felt +entire confidence in his new friend's ability +to play her part to the end, but he wanted +to watch her, to study her and understand +her, if perchance he might solve the mystery +that was ever growing more intense about +her.</p> + +<p>As she left the room, his eyes followed +her. His hostess, in passing behind his chair, +had whispered:</p> + +<p>"I don't wonder you feel so about her. +She is lovely. But please don't begrudge +her to us for a few minutes. I promise you +that you shall have your innings afterwards."</p> + +<p>Then, without any warning and utterly +against his will, this young man of much +experience and self-control blushed furiously, +and was glad enough when the door closed +behind Mrs. Bowman.</p> + +<p>Miss Remington walked into the drawing-room +with a steady step, but with a rapidly +beating heart. Her real ordeal had now +come. She cast about in her mind for subjects +of conversation which should forestall +unsafe topics, and intuitively sought the protection +of the Judge's wife. But immediately +she saw her hostess making straight for the +little Chippendale chair beside her.</p> + +<p>"My dear, it is too lovely," she began. +"So opportune! Do tell me how long you +have known Tryon?"</p> + +<p>The girl caught her breath and gathered +her wits together. She looked up shyly into +the pleasantly curious eyes of Mrs. Bowman, +and a faint gleam of mischief came into her +face.</p> + +<p>"Why——" Her hesitation seemed only +natural, and Mrs. Bowman decided that there +must be something very special between these +two. "Why, not so very long, Mrs. Bowman—not +as long as you have known him." +She finished with a smile which Mrs. Bowman +decided was charming.</p> + +<p>"Oh, you sly child!" she exclaimed, playfully +tapping the round cheek with her fan. +"Did you meet him when he was abroad this +summer?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, indeed!" said the girl, laughing +now in spite of herself. "Oh, no; it was +after his return."</p> + +<p>"Then it must have been in the Adirondacks," +went on the determined interlocutor. +"Were you at——" But the girl interrupted +her. She could not afford to discuss +the Adirondacks, and the sight of the grand +piano across the room had given her an +idea.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Dunham told me that you would like +me to play something for you, as your +musician friend has failed you. I shall be +very glad to, if it will help you any. What +do you care for? Something serious or something +gay? Are you fond of Chopin, or +Beethoven, or something more modern?"</p> + +<p>Scenting a possible musical prodigy, and +desiring most earnestly to give her guests a +treat, Mrs. Bowman exclaimed in enthusiasm:</p> + +<p>"Oh, how lovely of you! I hardly dared +to ask, as Tryon was uncertain whether you +would be willing. Suppose you give us something +serious now, and later, when the men +come in, we'll have the gay music. Make +your own choice, though I'm very fond of +Chopin, of course."</p> + +<p>Without another word, the girl moved +quietly over to the piano and took her seat. +For just a moment her fingers wandered +caressingly over the keys, as if they were old +friends and she were having an understanding +with them, then she began a Chopin Nocturne. +Her touch was firm and velvety, and she +brought out a bell-like tone from the instrument +that made the little company of women +realize that the player was mistress of her +art. Her graceful figure and lovely head, +with its simple ripples and waves of hair, were +more noticeable than ever as she sat there, +controlling the exquisite harmonies. Even +Mrs. Blackwell stopped fanning and looked +interested. Then she whispered to Mrs. Bowman: +"A very sweet young girl. That's a +pretty piece she's playing." Mrs. Blackwell +was sweet and commonplace and old-fashioned.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Parker Bowman sat up with a pink +glow in her cheeks and a light in her eyes. +She began to plan how she might keep this +acquisition and exploit her among her friends. +It was her delight to bring out new features +in her entertainments.</p> + +<p>"We shall simply keep you playing until +you drop from weariness," she announced +ecstatically, when the last wailing, sobbing, +soothing chord had died away; and the other +ladies murmured, "How delightful!" and +whispered their approval.</p> + +<p>The girl smiled and rippled into a Chopin +Valse, under cover of which those who cared +to could talk in low tones. Afterwards the +musician dashed into the brilliant movement +of a Beethoven Sonata.</p> + +<p>It was just as she was beginning Rubinstein's +exquisite tone portrait, Kamennoi-Ostrow, +that the gentlemen came in.</p> + +<p>Tryon Dunham had had his much desired +talk with the famous judge, but it had not +been about law.</p> + +<p>They had been drawn together by mutual +consent, each discovering that the other was +watching the young stranger as she left the +dining-room.</p> + +<p>"She is charming," said the old man, smiling +into the face of the younger. "Is she +an intimate friend?"</p> + +<p>"I—I hope so," stammered Dunham. +"That is, I should like to have her consider +me so."</p> + +<p>"Ah!" said the old man, looking deep +into the other's eyes with a kindly smile, as +if he were recalling pleasant experiences of +his own. "You are a fortunate fellow. I +hope you may succeed in making her think +so. Do you know, she interests me more +than most young women, and in some way +I cannot disconnect her with an occurrence +which happened in my office this afternoon."</p> + +<p>The young man showed a deep interest in +the matter, and the Judge told the story +again, this time more in detail.</p> + +<p>They drew a little apart from the rest of +the men. The host, who had been warned by +his wife to give young Dunham an opportunity +to talk with the Judge, saw that her +plans were succeeding admirably.</p> + +<p>When the music began in the other room +the Judge paused a moment to listen, and +then went on with his story.</p> + +<p>"There is a freight elevator just opposite +that left door of my office, and somehow I +cannot but think it had something to do with +the girl's disappearance, although the door +was closed and the elevator was down on the +cellar floor all the time, as nearly as I can +find out."</p> + +<p>The young man asked eager questions, +feeling in his heart that the story might in +some way explain the mystery of the young +woman in the other room.</p> + +<p>"Suppose you stop in the office to-morrow," +said the Judge. "Perhaps you'll get a +glimpse of her, and then bear me out in the +statement that she's like your friend. By the +way, who is making such exquisite music? +Suppose we go and investigate. Mr. Bowman, +will you excuse us if we follow the +ladies? We are anxious to hear the music +at closer range."</p> + +<p>The other men rose and followed.</p> + +<p>The girl did not pause or look up as +they came in, but played on, while the company +listened with the most rapt and wondering +look. She was playing with an <i>empressement</i> +which could not fail to command +attention.</p> + +<p>Tryon Dunham, standing just behind the +Judge, was transfixed with amazement. That +this delicate girl could bring forth such an +entrancing volume of sound from the instrument +was a great surprise. That she was +so exquisite an artist filled him with a kind +of intoxicating elation—it was as though she +belonged to him.</p> + +<p>At last she played Liszt's brilliant Hungarian +Rhapsody, her slender hands taking +the tremendous chords and octave runs with +a precision and rapidity that seemed inspired. +The final crash came in a shower of liquid +jewels of sound, and then she turned to look +at him, her one friend in that company of +strangers.</p> + +<p>He could see that she had been playing +under a heavy strain. Her face looked weary +and flushed, and her eyes were brilliant with +feverish excitement. Those eyes seemed to +be pleading with him now to set her free +from the kindly scrutiny of these good-hearted, +curious strangers. They gathered +about her in delight, pouring their questions +and praises upon her.</p> + +<p>"Where did you study? With some great +master, I am sure. Tell us all about yourself. +We are dying to know, and will sit +at your feet with great delight while you +discourse."</p> + +<p>Tryon Dunham interrupted these disquieting +questions, by drawing his watch from +his pocket with apparent hasty remembrance, +and giving a well feigned exclamation of +dismay.</p> + +<p>"I'm sorry, Mrs. Bowman; it is too bad +to interrupt this delightful evening," he +apologized; "but I'm afraid if Miss Remington +feels that she must take the next train, +we shall have to make all possible speed. Miss +Remington, can you get your wraps on in +three minutes? Our carriage is probably at +the door now."</p> + +<p>With a look of relief, yet keeping up her +part of dismay over the lateness of the hour, +the girl sprang to her feet, and hurried away +to get her wraps, in spite of her protesting +hostess. Mrs. Bowman was held at bay with +sweet expressions of gratitude for the pleasant +entertainment. The great black picture +hat was settled becomingly on the small head, +the black cloak thrown over her gown, and +the gloves fitted on hurriedly to hide the +fact that they were too large.</p> + +<p>"And whom did you say you studied with?" +asked the keen hostess, determined to be able +to tell how great a guest she had harbored +for the evening.</p> + +<p>"Oh, is Mr. Dunham calling me, Mrs. +Bowman? You will excuse me for hurrying +off, won't you? And it has been so lovely +of you to ask me—perfectly delightful to +find friends this way when I was a stranger."</p> + +<p>She hurried toward the stairway and down +the broad steps, and the hostess had no choice +but to follow her.</p> + +<p>The other guests crowded out into the hall +to bid them good-by and to tell the girl how +much they had enjoyed the music. Mrs. +Blackwell insisted upon kissing the smooth +cheek of the young musician, and whispered +in her ear: "You play very nicely, my dear. +I should like to hear you again some time." +The kindness in her tone almost brought a +rush of tears to the eyes of the weary, anxious +girl.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><img src="./images/4.jpg" alt="Chapter Divider" title="Chapter Divider" /></p> + +<h2><a name="III" id="III" />III</h2> + + +<p>Dunham hurried her off amid the goodbyes +of the company, and in a moment more +they were shut into the semi-darkness of the +four-wheeler and whirled from the too hospitable +door.</p> + +<p>As soon as the door was shut, the girl +began to tremble.</p> + +<p>"Oh, we ought not to have done that!" +she exclaimed with a shiver of recollection. +"They were so very kind. It was dreadful +to impose upon them. But—you were not to +blame. It was my fault. It was very kind +of you."</p> + +<p>"We did not impose upon them!" he exclaimed +peremptorily. "You are my friend, +and that was all that we claimed. For the +rest, you have certainly made good. Your +wonderful music! How I wish I might hear +more of it some time!"</p> + +<p>The carriage paused to let a trolley pass, +and a strong arc-light beat in upon the two. +A passing stranger peered curiously at them, +and the girl shrank back in fear. It was +momentary, but the minds of the two were +brought back to the immediate necessities of +the occasion.</p> + +<p>"Now, what may I do for you?" asked +Dunham in a quiet, business-like tone, as if +it were his privilege and right to do all that +was to be done. "Have you thought where +you would like to go?"</p> + +<p>"I have not been able to do much thinking. +It required all my wits to act with the present. +But I know that I must not be any further +trouble to you. You have done more already +than any one could expect. If you can have +the carriage stop in some quiet, out-of-the-way +street where I shall not be noticed, I will +get out and relieve you. If I hadn't been so +frightened at first, I should have had more +sense than to burden you this way. I hope +some day I shall be able to repay your kindness, +though I fear it is too great ever to +repay."</p> + +<p>"Please don't talk in that way," said he +protestingly. "It has been a pleasure to +do the little that I have done, and you have +more than repaid it by the delight you have +given me and my friends. I could not think +of leaving you until you are out of your +trouble, and if you will only give me a little +hint of how to help, I will do my utmost +for you. Are you quite sure you were followed? +Don't you think you could trust me +enough to tell me a little more about the +matter?"</p> + +<p>She shuddered visibly.</p> + +<p>"Forgive me," he murmured. "I see it +distresses you. Of course it is unpleasant to +confide in an utter stranger. I will not ask +you to tell me. I will try to think for you. +Suppose we go to the station and get you a +ticket to somewhere. Have you any preference? +You can trust me not to tell any one +where you have gone, can you not?" There +was a kind rebuke in his tone, and her eyes, +as she lifted them to his face, were full of +tears.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I do trust you!" she cried, distressed +"You must not think that, but—you do not +understand."</p> + +<p>"Forgive me," he said again, holding out +his hand in appeal. She laid her little gloved +hand in his for an instant.</p> + +<p>"You are so kind!" she murmured, as if +it were the only thing she could think of. +Then she added suddenly:</p> + +<p>"But I cannot buy a ticket. I have no +money with me, and I——"</p> + +<p>"Don't think of that for an instant. I +will gladly supply your need. A little loan +should not distress you."</p> + +<p>"But I do not know when I shall be able +to repay it," she faltered, "unless"—she +hastily drew off her glove and slipped a glittering +ring from her finger—"unless you will +let this pay for it. I do not like to trouble +you so, but the stone is worth a good deal."</p> + +<p>"Indeed," he protested, "I couldn't think +of taking your ring. Let me do this. It +is such a small thing. I shall never miss it. +Let it rest until you are out of your trouble, +at least."</p> + +<p>"Please!" she insisted, holding out the +ring. "I shall get right out of this carriage +unless you do."</p> + +<p>"But perhaps some one gave you the ring, +and you are attached to it."</p> + +<p>"My father," she answered briefly, "and +he would want me to use it this way." She +pressed the ring into his hand almost impatiently.</p> + +<p>His fingers closed over the jewel impulsively. +Somehow, it thrilled him to hold the little +thing, yet warm from her fingers. He had +forgotten that she was a stranger. His mind +was filled with the thought of how best to +help her.</p> + +<p>"I will keep it until you want it again," +he said kindly.</p> + +<p>"You need not do that, for I shall not +claim it," she declared. "You are at liberty +to sell it. I know it is worth a good deal."</p> + +<p>"I shall certainly keep it until I am sure +you do not want it yourself," he repeated. +"Now let us talk about this journey of yours. +We are almost at the station. Have you any +preference as to where you go? Have you +friends to whom you could go?"</p> + +<p>She shook her head.</p> + +<p>"There are trains to New York every hour +almost."</p> + +<p>"Oh, no!" she gasped in a frightened tone.</p> + +<p>"And to Washington often."</p> + +<p>"I should rather not go to Washington," +she breathed again.</p> + +<p>"Pittsburg, Chicago?" he hazarded.</p> + +<p>"Chicago will do," she asserted with relief. +Then the carriage stopped before the +great station, ablaze with light and throbbing +with life. Policemen strolled about, and trolley-cars +twinkled in every direction. The girl +shrank back into the shadows of the carriage +for an instant, as if she feared to come out +from the sheltering darkness. Her escort half +defined her hesitation.</p> + +<p>"Don't feel nervous," he said in a low tone. +"I will see that no one harms you. Just walk +into the station as if you were my friend. +You are, you know, a friend of long standing, +for we have been to a dinner together. I +might be escorting you home from a concert. +No one will notice us. Besides, that hat and +coat are disguise enough."</p> + +<p>He hurried her through the station and up +to the ladies' waiting-room, where he found a +quiet corner and a large rocking-chair, in +which he placed her so that she might look +out of the great window upon the panorama +of the evening street, and yet be thoroughly +screened from all intruding glances by the big +leather and brass screen of the "ladies' boot-black."</p> + +<p>He was gone fifteen minutes, during which +the girl sat quietly in her chair, yet alert, +every nerve strained. At any moment the +mass of faces she was watching might reveal +one whom she dreaded to see, or a detective +might place his hand upon her shoulder with +a quiet "Come with me."</p> + +<p>When Dunham came back, the nervous start +she gave showed him how tense and anxious +had been her mind. He studied her lovely face +under the great hat, and noted the dark +shadows beneath her eyes. He felt that he +must do something to relieve her. It was unbearable +to him that this young girl should +be adrift, friendless, and apparently a victim +to some terrible fear.</p> + +<p>Drawing up a chair beside her, he began +talking about her ticket.</p> + +<p>"You must remember I was utterly at your +mercy," she smiled sadly. "I simply had +to let you help me."</p> + +<p>"I should be glad to pay double for the +pleasure you have given me in allowing me +to help you," he said.</p> + +<p>Just at that moment a boy in a blue uniform +planted a sole-leather suit-case at his +feet, and exclaimed: "Here you are, Mr. Dunham. +Had a fierce time findin' you. Thought +you said you would be by the elevator door."</p> + +<p>"So I did," confessed the young man. "I +didn't think you had time to get down yet. +Well, you found me anyhow, Harkness."</p> + +<p>The boy took the silver given him, touched +his hat, and sauntered off.</p> + +<p>"You see," explained Dunham, "it wasn't +exactly the thing for you to be travelling +without a bit of baggage. I thought it might +help them to trace you if you really were +being followed. So I took the liberty of +'phoning over to the club-house and telling +the boy to bring down the suit-case that I +left there yesterday. I don't exactly know +what's in it. I had the man pack it and send +it down to me, thinking I might stay all night +at the club. Then I went home, after all, and +forgot to take it along. It probably hasn't +anything very appropriate for a lady's costume, +but there may be a hair-brush and some +soap and handkerchiefs. And, anyhow, if +you'll accept it, it'll be something for you to +hitch on to. One feels a little lost even for +one night without a rag one can call one's +own except a Pullman towel. I thought it +might give you the appearance of a regular +traveller, you know, and not a runaway."</p> + +<p>He tried to make her laugh about it, but +her face was deeply serious as she looked up +at him.</p> + +<p>"I think this is the kindest and most +thoughtful thing you have done yet," she +said. "I don't see how I can ever, ever thank +you!"</p> + +<p>"Don't try," he returned gaily. "There's +your train being called. We'd better go +right out and make you comfortable. You are +beginning to be very tired."</p> + +<p>She did not deny it, but rose to follow him, +scanning the waiting-room with one quick, +frightened look. An obsequious porter at the +gate seized the suit-case and led them in +state to the Pullman.</p> + +<p>The girl found herself established in the +little drawing-room compartment, and her eyes +gave him thanks again. She knew the seclusion +and the opportunity to lock the compartment +door would give her relief from the +constant fear that an unwelcome face might +at any moment appear beside her.</p> + +<p>"The conductor on this train is an old +acquaintance of mine," he explained as that +official came through the car. "I have taken +this trip with him a number of times. Just +sit down a minute. I am going to ask him +to look out for you and see that no one annoys +you."</p> + +<p>The burly official looked grimly over his +glasses at the sweet face under the big black +hat, while Tryon Dunham explained, "She's +a friend of mine. I hope you'll be good to +her." In answer, he nodded grim assent with +a smileless alacrity which was nevertheless +satisfactory and comforting. Then the young +man walked through the train to interview +the porter and the newsboy, and in every +way to arrange for a pleasant journey for +one who three hours before had been unknown +to him. As he went, he reflected that +he would rather enjoy being conductor himself +just for that night. He felt a strange +reluctance toward giving up the oversight of +the young woman whose destiny for a few +brief hours had been thrust upon him, and +who was about to pass out of his world again.</p> + +<p>When he returned to her he found the +shades closely drawn and the girl sitting in +the sheltered corner of the section, where she +could not be seen from the aisle, but where +she could watch in the mirror the approach +of any one. She welcomed him with a smile, +but instantly urged him to leave the train, +lest he be carried away.</p> + +<p>He laughed at her fears, and told her +there was plenty of time. Even after the +train had given its preliminary shudder, he +lingered to tell her that she must be sure to +let him know by telegraph if she needed any +further help; and at last swung himself +from the platform after the train was in full +motion.</p> + +<p>Immediately he remembered that he had +not given her any money. How could he +have forgotten? And there was the North +Side Station yet to be passed before she would +be out of danger. Why had he not remained +on the train until she was past that stop, and +then returned on the next train from the +little flag-station a few miles above, where +he could have gotten the conductor to slow +up for him? The swiftly moving cars asked +the question as the long train flew by him. +The last car was almost past when he made +a daring dash and flung himself headlong +upon the platform, to the horror of several +trainmen who stood on the adjoining tracks.</p> + +<p>"Gee!" said one, shaking his head. "What +does that dude think he is made of, any way? +Like to got his head busted that time, fer +sure."</p> + +<p>The brakeman, coming out of the car door +with his lantern, dragged him to his feet, +brushed him off, and scolded him vigorously. +The young man hurried through the car, +oblivious of the eloquent harangue, happy +only to feel the floor jolting beneath his feet +and to know that he was safe on board.</p> + +<p>He found the girl sitting where he had +left her, only she had flung up the shade +of the window next her, and was gazing with +wide, frightened eyes into the fast flying darkness. +He touched her gently on the shoulder, +and she turned with a cry.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I thought you had fallen under the +train!" she said in an awed voice. "It was +going so fast! But you did not get off, +after all, did you? Now, what can you do? +It is too bad, and all on my account."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I got off," he said doggedly, sitting +down opposite her and pulling his tie straight. +"I got off, but it wasn't altogether satisfactory, +and so I got on again. There wasn't +much time for getting on gracefully, but +you'll have to excuse it. The fact is, I +couldn't bear to leave you alone just yet. I +couldn't rest until I knew you had passed the +North Side Station. Besides, I had forgotten +to give you any money."</p> + +<p>"Oh, but you mustn't!" she protested, her +eyes eloquent with feeling.</p> + +<p>"Please don't say that," he went on eagerly. +"I can get off later and take the down train, +you know. Really, the fact is, I couldn't +let you go right out of existence this way +without knowing more about you."</p> + +<p>"Oh!" she gasped, turning a little white +about the lips, and drawing closer into her +corner.</p> + +<p>"Don't feel that way," he said. "I'm +not going to bother you. You couldn't think +that of me, surely. But isn't it only fair that +you should show me a little consideration? +Just give me an address, or something, where +I could let you know if I heard of anything +that concerned you. Of course it isn't likely +I shall, but it seems to me you might at least +let me know you are safe."</p> + +<p>"I will promise you that," she said +earnestly. "You know I'm going to send +you back these things." She touched the +cloak and the hat. "You might need them +to keep you from having to explain their absence," +she reminded him.</p> + +<p>The moments fairly flew. They passed the +North Side Station, and were nearing the flag +station. After that there would be no more +stops until past midnight. The young man +knew he must get off.</p> + +<p>"I have almost a mind to go on to Chicago +and see that you are safely located," he said +with sudden daring. "It seems too terrible +to set you adrift in the world this way."</p> + +<p>"Indeed, you must not," said the young +woman, with a gentle dignity. "Have you +stopped to think what people—what your +mother, for instance—would think of me if +she were ever to know I had permitted such +a thing? You know you must not. Please +don't speak of it again."</p> + +<p>"I cannot help feeling that I ought to take +care of you," he said, but half convinced.</p> + +<p>"But I cannot permit it," she said firmly, +lifting her trustful eyes to smile at him.</p> + +<p>"Will you promise to let me know if you +need anything?"</p> + +<p>"No, I'm afraid I cannot promise even +that," she answered, "because, while you have +been a true friend to me, the immediate and +awful necessity is, I hope, past."</p> + +<p>"You will at least take this," he said, +drawing from his pocket an inconspicuous +purse of beautiful leather, and putting into it +all the money his pockets contained. "I saw +you had no pocketbook," he went on, "and +I ventured to get this one in the drug-store +below the station. Will you accept it from +me? I have your ring, you know, and when +you take the ring back you may, if you +wish, return the purse. I wish it were a better +one, but it was the most decent one they had. +You will need it to carry your ticket. And +I have put in the change. It would not do +for you to be entirely without money. I'm +sorry it isn't more. There are only nine dollars +and seventy-five cents left. Do you think +that will see you through? If there had been +any place down-town here where I could cash +a check at this time of night, I should have +made it more."</p> + +<p>He looked at her anxiously as he handed +over the pocketbook. It seemed a ridiculously +small sum with which to begin a journey alone, +especially for a young woman of her apparent +refinement. On the other hand, his friends +would probably say he was a fool for having +hazarded so much as he had upon an unknown +woman, who was perhaps an adventuress. +However, he had thrown discretion to +the winds, and was undeniably interested in +his new acquaintance.</p> + +<p>"How thoughtful you are!" said the girl. +"It would have been most embarrassing not +to have a place to put my ticket, nor any +money. This seems a fortune after being +penniless"—she smiled ruefully. "Are you +sure you have not reduced yourself to that +condition? Have you saved enough to carry +you home?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I have my mileage book with me," he +said happily. It pleased him absurdly that +she had not declined the pocketbook.</p> + +<p>"Thank you so much. I shall return the +price of the ticket and this money as soon as +possible," said the girl earnestly.</p> + +<p>"You must not think of that," he protested. +"You know I have your ring. That +is far more valuable than anything I have +given you."</p> + +<p>"Oh, but you said you were going to keep +the ring, so that will not pay for this, I +want to be sure that you lose nothing."</p> + +<p>He suddenly became aware that the train +was whistling and that the conductor was +motioning him to go.</p> + +<p>"But you have not told me your name," +he cried in dismay.</p> + +<p>"You have named me," she answered, smiling. +"I am Mary Remington."</p> + +<p>"But that is not your real name."</p> + +<p>"You may call me Mary if you like," she +said. "Now go, please, quick! I'm afraid +you'll get hurt."</p> + +<p>"You will remember that I am your +friend?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, thank you. Hurry, please!"</p> + +<p>The train paused long enough for him to +step in front of her window and wave his +hat in salute. Then she passed on into the +night, and only two twinkling lights, like +diminishing red berries, marked the progress +of the train until it disappeared in the cut. +Nothing was left but the hollow echoes of +its going, which the hills gave back.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><img src="./images/4.jpg" alt="Chapter Divider" title="Chapter Divider" /></p> + +<h2><a name="IV" id="IV" />IV</h2> + + +<p>Dunham listened as long as his ear could +catch the sound, then a strange desolation +settled down upon him. How was it that a +few short hours ago he had known nothing, +cared nothing, about this stranger? And +now her going had left things blank enough! +It was foolish, of course—just highly wrought +nerves over this most extraordinary occurrence. +Life had heretofore run in such +smooth, conventional grooves as to have been +almost prosaic; and now to be suddenly +plunged into romance and mystery unbalanced +him for the time. To-morrow, probably, he +would again be able to look sane living in +the face, and perhaps call himself a fool for +his most unusual interest in this chance acquaintance; +but just at this moment when +he had parted from her, when the memory +of her lovely face and pure eyes lingered +with him, when her bravery and fear were +both so fresh in his mind, and the very sound +of her music was still in his brain, he simply +could not without a pang turn back again +to life which contained no solution of her +mystery, no hope of another vision of her +face.</p> + +<p>The little station behind him was closed, +though a light over the desk shone brightly +through its front window and the telegraph +sounder was clicking busily. The operator +had gone over the hill with an important +telegram, leaving the station door locked. +The platform was windy and cheerless, with +a view of a murky swamp, and the sound of +deep-throated inhabitants croaking out a late +fall concert. A rusty-throated cricket in a +crack of the platform wailed a plaintive note +now and then, and off beyond the swamp, +in the edge of the wood, a screech-owl hooted.</p> + +<p>Turning impatiently from the darkness, +Dunham sought the bright window, in front +of which lay a newspaper. He could read +the large headlines of a column—no more, +for the paper was upside down, and a bunch +of bill-heads lay partly across it. It read:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="center">MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE OF YOUNG +AND PRETTY WOMAN</p></div> + +<p>His heart stood still, and then went thudding +on in dull, horrid blows. Vainly he tried +to read further. He followed every visible +word of that paper to discover its date and +origin, but those miserable bill-heads frustrated +his effort. He felt like dashing his +hand through the glass, but reflected that +the act might result in his being locked up +in some miserable country jail. He tried the +window and gave the door another vicious +shake, but all to no purpose. Finally he +turned on his heel and walked up and down +for an hour, tramping the length of the +shaky platform, back and forth, till the +train rumbled up. As he took his seat in +the car he saw the belated agent come running +up the platform with a lighted lantern on +his arm, and a package of letters, which +he handed to the brakeman, but there was not +time to beg the newspaper from him. Dunham's +indignant mind continued to dwell upon +the headlines, to the annoying accompaniment +of screech-owl and frog and cricket. +He resented the adjective "pretty." Why +should any reporter dare to apply that word +to a sweet and lovely woman? It seemed +so superficial, so belittling, and—but then, of +course, this headline did not apply to his +new friend. It was some other poor creature, +some one to whom perhaps the word "pretty" +really applied; some one who was not really +beautiful, only pretty.</p> + +<p>At the first stop a man in front got out, +leaving a newspaper in the seat. With eager +hands, Dunham leaned forward and grasped +it, searching its columns in vain for the +tantalizing headlines. But there were others +equally arrestive. This paper announced the +mysterious disappearance of a young actress +who was suspected of poisoning her husband. +When seen last, she was boarding a +train en route to Washington. She had not +arrived there, however, so far as could be +discovered. It was supposed that she was +lingering in the vicinity of Philadelphia or +Baltimore. There were added a few incriminating +details concerning her relationship with +her dead husband, and a brief sketch of her +sensational life. The paragraph closed with +the statement that she was an accomplished +musician.</p> + +<p>The young man frowned and, opening his +window, flung the scandalous sheet to the +breeze. He determined to forget what he had +read, yet the lines kept coming before his +eyes.</p> + +<p>When he reached the city he went to the +news-stand in the station, where was an +agent who knew him, and procured a copy of +every paper on sale. Then, instead of hurrying +home, he found a seat in a secluded corner +and proceeded to examine his purchases.</p> + +<p>In large letters on the front page of a +New York paper blazed:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="center">HOUSE ROBBED OF JEWELS WORTH TEN +THOUSAND DOLLARS BY BEAUTIFUL YOUNG +ADVENTURESS MASQUERADING AS A PARLOR +MAID</p></div> + +<p>He ran his eye down the column and gathered +that she was still at large, though the entire +police force of New York was on her track. +He shivered at the thought, and began to +feel sympathy for all wrong-doers and truants +from the law. It was horrible to have detectives +out everywhere watching for beautiful +young women, just when this one in +whom his interest centred was trying to +escape from something.</p> + +<p>He turned to another paper, only to be +met by the words:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="center">ESCAPE OF FAIR LUNATIC</p></div> + +<p>and underneath:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Prison walls could not confine Miss Nancy Lee, who +last week threw a lighted lamp at her mother, setting fire +to the house, and then attempted suicide. The young +woman seems to have recovered her senses, and professes +to know nothing of what happened, but the physicians +say she is liable to another attack of insanity, and deem +it safe to keep her confined. She escaped during the +night, leaving no clew to her whereabouts. How she +managed to get open the window through which she +left the asylum is still a mystery.</p></div> + +<p>In disgust he flung the paper from him and +took up another.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="center">FOUL PLAY SUSPECTED! BEAUTIFUL +YOUNG HEIRESS MISSING</p></div> + +<p>His soul turned sick within him. He looked +up and saw a little procession of late revellers +rushing out to the last suburban train, the +girls leaving a trail of orris perfume and +a vision of dainty opera cloaks. One of the +men was a city friend of his. Dunham +half envied him his unperturbed mind. To +be sure, he would not get back to the city +till three in the morning, but he would have +no visions of robberies and fair lunatics and +hard pressed maidens unjustly pursued, to +mar his rest.</p> + +<p>Dunham buttoned his coat and turned up +his collar as he started out into the street, +for the night had turned cold, and his nerves +made him chilly. As he walked, the blood began +to race more healthily in his veins, and the +horrors of the evening papers were dispelled. +In their place came pleasant memories of the +evening at Mrs. Bowman's, of the music, and +of their ride and talk together. In his heart +a hope began to rise that her dark days +would pass, and that he might find her again +and know her better.</p> + +<p>His brief night's sleep was cut short by a +sharp knock at his door the next morning. +He awoke with a confused idea of being on +a sleeping-car, and wondered if he had plenty +of time to dress, but his sister's voice quickly +dispelled the illusion.</p> + +<p>"Tryon, aren't you almost ready to come +down to breakfast? Do hurry, please. I've +something awfully important to consult you +about."</p> + +<p>His sister's tone told him there was need +for haste if he would keep in her good graces, +so he made a hurried toilet and went down, +to find his household in a state of subdued +excitement.</p> + +<p>"I'm just as worried as I can be," declared +his mother. "I want to consult you, Tryon. +I have put such implicit confidence in Norah, +and I cannot bear to accuse her unjustly, but +I have missed a number of little things lately. +There was my gold link bag——"</p> + +<p>"Mother, you know you said you were sure +you left that at the Century Club."</p> + +<p>"Don't interrupt, Cornelia. Of course it +is possible I left it at the club rooms, but +I begin to think now I didn't have it with +me at all. Then there is my opal ring. To +be sure, it isn't worth a great deal, but one +who will take little things will take large +ones."</p> + +<p>"What's the matter, Mother? Norah been +appropriating property not her own?"</p> + +<p>"I'm very much afraid she has, Tryon. +What would you do about it? It is so unpleasant +to charge a person with stealing. It +is such a vulgar thing to steal. Somehow I +thought Norah was more refined."</p> + +<p>"Why, I suppose there's nothing to do +but just charge her with it, is there? Are +you quite sure it is gone? What is it, any +way? A ring, did you say?"</p> + +<p>"No, it's a hat," said Cornelia shortly. +"A sixty-dollar hat. I wish I'd kept it now, +and then she wouldn't have dared. It had +two beautiful willow ostrich plumes on it, +but mother didn't think it was becoming. She +wanted some color about it instead of all +black. I left it in my room, and charged +Norah to see that the man got it when he +called, and now the man comes and says he +wants the hat, and it is <i>gone</i>! Norah insists +that when she last saw it, it was in my room. +But of course that's absurd, for there was +nobody else to take it but Thompson, and +he's been in the family for so long."</p> + +<p>"Nonsense!" said her brother sharply, +dropping his fruit knife in his plate with a +rattle that made the young woman jump. +"Cornelia, I'm ashamed of you, thinking that +poor, innocent girl has stolen your hat. Why, +she wouldn't steal a pin, I am sure. You can +tell she's honest by looking into her eyes. +Girls with blue eyes like that don't lie and +steal."</p> + +<p>"Really!" Cornelia remarked haughtily. +"You seem to know a great deal about her +eyes. You may feel differently when I find +the hat in her possession."</p> + +<p>"Cornelia," interrupted Tryon, quite beside +himself, "don't think of such a thing +as speaking to that poor girl about that hat. +I know she hasn't stolen it. The hat will +probably be found, and then how will you +feel?"</p> + +<p>"But I tell you the hat cannot be found!" +said the exasperated sister. "And I shall just +have to pay for a hat that I can never +wear."</p> + +<p>"Mother, I appeal to you," said the son +earnestly. "Don't allow Cornelia to speak +of the hat to the girl. I wouldn't have such +an injustice done in our house. The hat will +turn up soon if you just go about the matter +calmly. You'll find it quite naturally and +unexpectedly, perhaps. Any way, if you +don't, I'll pay for the hat, rather than have +the girl suspected."</p> + +<p>"But, Tryon," protested his mother, "if +she isn't honest, you know we wouldn't want +her about."</p> + +<p>"Honest, Mother? She's as honest as the +day is long. I am certain of that."</p> + +<p>The mother rose reluctantly.</p> + +<p>"Well, we might let it go another day," +she consented. Then, looking up at the sky, +she added, "I wonder if it is going to rain. +I have a Reciprocity meeting on for to-day, +and I'm a delegate to some little unheard-of +place. It usually does rain when one goes +into the country, I've noticed."</p> + +<p>She went into the hall, and presently returned +with a distressed look upon her face.</p> + +<p>"Tryon, I'm afraid you're wrong," she +said. "Now my rain-coat is missing. My +new rain-coat! I hung it up in the hall-closet +with my own hands, after it came +from the store. I really think something +ought to be done!"</p> + +<p>"There! I hope you see!" said Cornelia +severely. "I think it's high time something +was done. I shall 'phone for a detective at +once!"</p> + +<p>"Cornelia, you'll do nothing of the kind," +her brother protested, now thoroughly +aroused. "I'll agree to pay for the hat and +the rain-coat if they are not forthcoming before +a fortnight passes, but you simply shall +not ruin that poor girl's reputation. I insist, +Mother, that you put a stop to such +rash proceedings. I'll make myself personally +responsible for that girl's honesty."</p> + +<p>"Well, of course, Tryon, if you wish +it——" said his mother, with anxious hesitation.</p> + +<p>"I certainly do wish it, Mother. I shall +take it as personal if anything is done in +this matter without consulting me. Remember, +Cornelia, I will not have any trifling. +A girl's reputation is certainly worth more +than several hats and rain-coats, and I <i>know</i> +she has not taken them."</p> + +<p>He walked from the dining-room and from +the house in angry dignity, to the astonishment +of his mother and sister, to whom he +was usually courtesy itself. Consulting him +about household matters was as a rule merely +a form, for he almost never interfered. The +two women looked at each other in startled +bewilderment.</p> + +<p>"Mother," said Cornelia, "you don't suppose +he can have fallen in love with Norah, +do you? Why, she's Irish and freckled! +And Tryon has always been so fastidious!"</p> + +<p>"Cornelia! How dare you suggest such +a thing? Tryon is a <i>Dunham</i>. Whatever +else a Dunham may or may not do, he never +does anything low or unrefined."</p> + +<p>The small, prim, stylish mother looked +quite regal in her aristocratic rage.</p> + +<p>"But, Mother, one reads such dreadful +things in the papers now. Of course Tryon +would never <i>marry</i> any one like that, but——"</p> + +<p>"Cornelia!"—her mother's voice had +almost reached a patrician scream—"I forbid +you to mention the subject again. I +cannot think where you learned to voice such +thoughts."</p> + +<p>"Well, my goodness, Mother, I don't mean +anything, only I do wish I had my hat. I +always did like all black. I can't imagine +what ails Try, if it isn't that."</p> + +<p>Tryon Dunham took his way to his office +much perturbed in mind. Perplexities seemed +to be thickening about him. With the dawn +of the morning had come that sterner common-sense +which told him he was a fool for +having taken up with a strange young woman +on the street, who was so evidently flying from +justice. He had deceived not only his intimate +friends by palming her off as a fit companion +for them, but his mother and sister. He had +practically stolen their garments, and had +squandered more than fifty dollars of his own +money. And what had he to show for all +this? The memory of a sweet face, the lingering +beauty of the name "Mary" when she +bade him good-by, and a diamond ring. The +cool morning light presented the view that +the ring was probably valueless, and that he +was a fool.</p> + +<p>Ah, the ring! A sudden warm thrill shot +through him, and his hand searched his vest +pocket, where he had hastily put the jewel before +leaving his room. That was something +tangible. He could at least know what it was +worth, and so make sure once for all whether +he had been deceived. No, that would not be +fair either, for her father might have made +her think it was valuable, or he might even +have been taken in himself, if he were not a +judge of jewels.</p> + +<p>Dunham examined it as he walked down the +street, too perplexed with his own tumultuous +thoughts to remember his usual trolley. He +slipped the ring on his finger and let it catch +the morning sunlight, now shining broad and +clear in spite of the hovering rain-clouds in +the distance. And gloriously did the sun +illumine the diamond, burrowing into the great +depths of its clear white heart, and causing +it to break into a million fires of glory, flashing +and glancing until it fairly dazzled him. +The stone seemed to be of unusual beauty +and purity, but he would step into the diamond +shop as he passed and make sure. He had +a friend there who could tell him all about it. +His step quickened, and he covered the distance +in a short time.</p> + +<p>After the morning greeting, he handed over +his ring.</p> + +<p>"This belongs to a friend of mine," he +said, trying to look unconcerned. "I should +like to know if the stone is genuine, and about +what it is worth."</p> + +<p>His friend took the ring and retired behind +a curious little instrument for the eye, presently +emerging with a respectful look upon +his face.</p> + +<p>"Your friend is fortunate to have such a +beautiful stone. It is unusually clear and +white, and exquisitely cut. I should say it +was worth at least"—he paused and then +named a sum which startled Dunham, even +accustomed as he was to counting values in +high figures. He took the jewel back with +a kind of awe. Where had his mysterious +lady acquired this wondrous bauble which she +had tossed to him for a trifle? In a tumult +of feeling, he went on to his office more perplexed +than ever. Suspicions of all sorts +crowded thickly into his mind, but for every +thought that shadowed the fair reputation of +the lady, there came into his mind her clear +eyes and cast out all doubts. Finally, after +a bad hour of trying to work, he slipped the +ring on his little finger, determined to wear +it and thus prove to himself his belief in +her, at least until he had absolute proof +against her. Then he took up his hat and +went out, deciding to accept Judge Blackwell's +invitation to visit his office. He found +a cordial reception, and the Judge talked +business in a most satisfactory manner. His +proposals bade fair to bring about some of +the dearest wishes of the young man's heart, +and yet as he left the building he was thinking +more about the mysterious stranger who +had disappeared from the Judge's office the +day before than about the wonderful good luck +that had come to him in a business way.</p> + +<p>They had not talked much about her. The +Judge had brought out her hat—a beautiful +velvet one, with exquisite plumes—her gloves, +a costly leather purse, and a fine hemstitched +handkerchief, and as he put them sadly away +on a closet shelf, he said no trace of her had +as yet been found.</p> + +<p>On his way toward his own office, Tryon +Dunham pondered the remarkable coincidence +which had made him the possessor of two +parts of the same mystery—for he had no +doubt that the hat belonged to the young woman +who had claimed his help the evening before.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>Meantime, the girl who was speeding along +toward Chicago had not forgotten him. She +could not if she would, for all about her were +reminders of him. The conductor took charge +of her ticket, telling her in his gruff, kind +way what time they would arrive in the city. +The porter was solicitous about her comfort, +the newsboy brought the latest magazines and +a box of chocolates and laid them at her +shrine with a smile of admiration and the +words, "Th' g'n'lmun sent 'em!" The suit-case +lay on the seat opposite, the reflection +of her face in the window-glass, as she gazed +into the inky darkness outside, was crowned +by the hat he had provided, and when she +moved the silken rustle of the rain-coat reminded +her of his kindness and forethought. +She put her head back and closed her eyes, +and for just an instant let her weary, overwrought +mind think what it would mean if +the man from whom she was fleeing had been +such as this one seemed to be.</p> + +<p>By and by, she opened the suit-case, half +doubtfully, feeling that she was almost intruding +upon another's possessions.</p> + +<p>There were a dress-suit and a change of +fine linen, handkerchiefs, neckties, a pair of +gloves, a soft, black felt negligée hat folded, +a large black silk muffler, a bath-robe, and the +usual silver-mounted brushes, combs, and other +toilet articles. She looked them over in a +business-like way, trying to see how she could +make use of them. Removing her hat, she +covered it with the silk muffler, to protect it +from dust. Then she took off her dress and +wrapped herself in the soft bath-robe, wondering +as she did so at her willingness to put +on a stranger's garments. Somehow, in her +brief acquaintance with this man, he had impressed +her with his own pleasant fastidiousness, +so that there was a kind of pleasure in +using his things, as if they had been those +of a valued friend.</p> + +<p>She touched the electric button that controlled +the lights in the little apartment, and +lay down in the darkness to think out her +problem of the new life that lay before her.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><img src="./images/4.jpg" alt="Chapter Divider" title="Chapter Divider" /></p> + +<h2><a name="V" id="V" />V</h2> + + +<p>Beginning with the awful moment when +she first realized her danger and the necessity +for immediate flight, she lived over every +perilous instant, her nerves straining, her +breath bated as if she were experiencing it +all once more. The horror of it! Her own +hopeless, helpless condition! But finally, because +her trouble was new and her body and +mind, though worn with excitement, were +healthy and young, she sank into a deep sleep, +without having decided at all what she should +do.</p> + +<p>At last she woke from a terrible dream, +in which the hand of her pursuer was upon +her, and her preserver was in the dark distance. +With that strange insistence which +torments the victim of such dreams, she was +obliged to lie still and imagine it out, again +and again, until the face and voice of the +young man grew very real in the darkness, +and she longed inexpressibly for the comfort +of his presence once more.</p> + +<p>At length she shook off these pursuing +thoughts and deliberately roused herself to +plan her future.</p> + +<p>The first necessity, she decided, was to +change her appearance so far as possible, so +that if news of her escape, with full description, +had been telegraphed, she might evade +notice. To that end, she arose in the early +dawning of a gray and misty morning, and +arranged her hair as she had never worn it +before, in two braids and wound closely about +her head. It was neat, and appropriate to the +vocation which she had decided upon, and it +made more difference in her appearance than +any other thing she could have done. All +the soft, fluffy fulness of rippling hair that +had framed her face was drawn close to her +head, and the smooth bands gave her the +simplicity and severity of a saint in some old +picture. She pinned up her gown until it +did not show below the long black coat, and +folded a white linen handkerchief about her +throat over the delicate lace and garniture +of the modish waist. Then she looked +dubiously at the hat.</p> + +<p>With a girl's instinct, her first thought +was for her borrowed plumage. A fine mist +was slanting down and had fretted the window-pane +until there was nothing visible but dull +gray shadows of a world that flew monotonously +by. With sudden remembrance, she +opened the suit-case and took out the folded +black hat, shook it into shape, and put it +on. It was mannish, of course, but girls often +wore such hats.</p> + +<p>As she surveyed herself in the long mirror +of her door, the slow color stole into her +cheeks. Yet the costume was not unbecoming, +nor unusual. She looked like a simple schoolgirl, +or a young business woman going to her +day's work.</p> + +<p>But she looked at the fashionable proportions +of the other hat with something like +alarm. How could she protect it? She did +not for a moment think of abandoning it, for +it was her earnest desire to return it at once, +unharmed, to its kind purloiner.</p> + +<p>She summoned the newsboy and purchased +three thick newspapers. From these, with the +aid of a few pins, she made a large package +of the hat. To be sure, it did not look like +a hat when it was done, but that was all the +better. The feathers were upheld and packed +softly about with bits of paper crushed together +to make a springy cushion, and the +whole built out and then covered over with +paper. She reflected that girls who wore +their hair wound about their heads and covered +by plain felt hats would not be unlikely +to carry large newspaper-wrapped packages +through the city streets.</p> + +<p>She decided to go barehanded, and put the +white kid gloves in the suit-case, but she took +off her beautiful rings, and hid them safely +inside her dress.</p> + +<p>When the porter came to announce that +her breakfast was waiting in the dining-car, +he looked at her almost with a start, but she +answered his look with a pleasant, "Good +morning. You see I'm fixed for a damp day."</p> + +<p>"Yes, miss," said the man deferentially. +"It's a nasty day outside. I 'spect Chicago'll +be mighty wet. De wind's off de lake, and +de rain's comin' from all way 'twoncet."</p> + +<p>She sacrificed one of her precious quarters +to get rid of the attentive porter, and started +off with a brisk step down the long platform +to the station. It was part of her plan to +get out of the neighborhood as quickly as +possible, so she followed the stream of people +who instead of going into the waiting-room +veered off to the street door and out into +the great, wet, noisy world. With the same +reasoning, she followed a group of people +into a car, which presently brought her into +the neighborhood of the large stores, as she +had hoped it would. It was with relief that +she recognized the name on one of the stores +as being of world-wide reputation.</p> + +<p>Well for her that she was an experienced +shopper. She went straight to the millinery +department and arranged to have the hat +boxed and sent to the address Dunham had +given her. Her gentle voice and handsome rain-coat +proclaimed her a lady and commanded +deference and respectful attention. As she +walked away, she had an odd feeling of having +communicated with her one friend and preserver.</p> + +<p>It had cost less to express the hat than she +had feared, yet her stock of money was woefully +small. Some kind of a dress she must +have, and a wrap, that she might be disguised, +but what could she buy and yet have +something left for food? There was no telling +how long it would be before she could +replenish her purse. Life must be reduced +to its lowest terms. True, she had jewelry +which might be sold, but that would scarcely +be safe, for if she were watched, she might +easily be identified by it. What did the very +poor do, who were yet respectable?</p> + +<p>The ready-made coats and skirts were entirely +beyond her means, even those that had +been marked down. With a hopeless feeling, +she walked aimlessly down between the tables +of goods. The suit-case weighed like lead, +and she put it on the floor to rest her aching +arms. Lifting her eyes, she saw a sign over +a table—"Linene Skirts, 75 cts. and $1.00."</p> + +<p>Here was a ray of hope. She turned +eagerly to examine them. Piles of sombre +skirts, blue and black and tan. They were +stout and coarse and scant, and not of the +latest cut, but what mattered it? She decided +on a seventy-five cent black one. It +seemed pitiful to have to economize in a matter +of twenty-five cents, when she had been +used to counting her money by dollars, yet +there was a feeling of exultation at having +gotten for that price any skirt at all that +would do. A dim memory of what she had +read about ten-cent lodging-houses, where +human beings were herded like cattle, hovered +over her.</p> + +<p>Growing wise with experience, she discovered +that she could get a black sateen shirt-waist +for fifty cents. Rubbers and a cotton umbrella +took another dollar and a half. She +must save at least a dollar to send back the +suit-case by express.</p> + +<p>A bargain-table of odds and ends of woollen +jackets, golf vests, and old fashioned blouse +sweaters, selling off at a dollar apiece, solved +the problem of a wrap. She selected a dark +blouse, of an ugly, purply blue, but thick and +warm. Then with her precious packages she +asked a pleasant-faced saleswoman if there +were any place near where she could slip on +a walking skirt she had just bought to save +her other skirt from the muddy streets. She +was ushered into a little fitting-room near by. +It was only about four feet square, with one +chair and a tiny table, but it looked like a +palace to the girl in her need, and as she +fastened the door and looked at the bare +painted walls that reached but a foot or so +above her head and had no ceiling, she wished +with all her heart that such a refuge as this +might be her own somewhere in the great, +wide, fearful world.</p> + +<p>Rapidly she slipped off her fine, silk-lined +cloth garments, and put on the stiff sateen +waist and the coarse black skirt. Then she +surveyed herself, and was not ill pleased. +There was a striking lack of collar and belt. +She sought out a black necktie and pinned it +about her waist, and then, with a protesting +frown, she deliberately tore a strip from the +edge of one of the fine hem-stitched handkerchiefs, +and folded it in about her neck in +a turn-over collar. The result was quite +startling and unfamiliar. The gown, the hair, +the hat, and the neat collar gave her the look +of a young nurse-girl or upper servant. On +the whole, the disguise could not have been +better. She added the blue woollen blouse, +and felt certain that even her most intimate +friends would not recognize her. She folded +the rain-coat, and placed it smoothly in the +suit-case, then with dismay remembered that +she had nothing in which to put her own +cloth dress, save the few inadequate paper +wrappings that had come about her simple +purchases. Vainly she tried to reduce the +dress to a bundle that would be covered by +the papers. It was of no use. She looked +down at the suit-case. There was room for +the dress in there, but she wanted to send +Mr. Dunham's property back at once. She +might leave the dress in the store, but some +detective with an accurate description of that +dress might be watching, find it, and trace +her. Besides, she shrank from leaving her +garments about in public places. If there had +been any bridge near at hand where she might +unobserved throw the dress into a dark river, +or a consuming fire where she might dispose +of it, she would have done it. But whatever +she was to do with it must be done at once. +Her destiny must be settled before the darkness +came down. She folded the dress smoothly +and laid it in the suit-case, under the rain-coat.</p> + +<p>She sat down at a writing-desk, in the +waiting-room, and wrote: "I am safe, and I +thank you." Then she paused an instant, and +with nervous haste wrote "Mary" underneath. +She opened the suit-case and pinned +the paper to the lapel of the evening coat. +Just three dollars and sixty-seven cents she +had left in her pocket-book after paying the +expressage on the suit-case.</p> + +<p>She felt doubtful whether she might not +have done wrong about thus sending her dress +back, but what else could she have done? If +she had bought a box in which to put it, she +would have had to carry it with her, and perhaps +the dress might have been found during +her absence from her room, and she suspected +because of it. At any rate, it was too late +now, and she felt sure the young man would +understand. She hoped it would not inconvenience +him especially to get rid of it. Surely +he could give it to some charitable organization +without much trouble.</p> + +<p>At her first waking, in the early gray hours +of the morning, she had looked her predicament +calmly in the face. It was entirely +likely that it would continue indefinitely; it +might be, throughout her whole life. She +could now see no way of help for herself. +Time might, perhaps, give her a friend who +would assist her, or a way might open back +into her old life in some unthought-of manner, +but for a time there must be hiding and +a way found to earn her living.</p> + +<p>She had gone carefully over her own accomplishments. +Her musical attainments, +which would naturally have been the first +thought, were out of the question. Her skill +as a musician was so great, and so well known +by her enemy, that she would probably be +traced by it at once. As she looked back +at the hour spent at Mrs. Bowman's piano, +she shuddered at the realization that it might +have been her undoing, had it chanced that +her enemy passed the house, with a suspicion +that she was inside. She would never dare +to seek a position as accompanist, and she +knew how futile it would be for her to attempt +to teach music in an unknown city, among +strangers. She might starve to death before +a single pupil appeared. Besides, that too +would put her in a position where she would +be more easily found. The same arguments +were true if she were to attempt to take a +position as teacher or governess, although she +was thoroughly competent to do so. Rapidly +rejecting all the natural resources which under +ordinary circumstances she would have used +to maintain herself, she determined to change +her station entirely, at least for the present. +She would have chosen to do something in a +little, quiet hired room somewhere, sewing or +decorating or something of the sort, but that +too would be hopelessly out of her reach, without +friends to aid her. A servant's place in +some one's home was the only thing possible +that presented itself to her mind. She could +not cook, nor do general housework, but she +thought she could fill the place of waitress.</p> + +<p>With a brave face, but a shrinking heart, +she stepped into a drug-store and looked up +in the directory the addresses of several employment +agencies.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><img src="./images/4.jpg" alt="Chapter Divider" title="Chapter Divider" /></p> + +<h2><a name="VI" id="VI" />VI</h2> + + +<p>It was half past eleven when she stepped +into the first agency on her list, and business +was in full tide.</p> + +<p>While she stood shrinking by the door the +eyes of a dozen women fastened upon her, +each with keen scrutiny. The sensitive color +stole into her delicate cheeks. As the +proprietress of the office began to question +her, she felt her courage failing.</p> + +<p>"You wish a position?" The woman had +a nose like a hawk, and eyes that held no +sympathy. "What do you want? General +housework?"</p> + +<p>"I should like a position as waitress." Her +voice was low and sounded frightened to herself.</p> + +<p>The hawk nose went up contemptuously.</p> + +<p>"Better take general housework. There +are too many waitresses already."</p> + +<p>"I understand the work of a waitress, but +I never have done general housework," she +answered with the voice of a gentlewoman, +which somehow angered the hawk, who had +trained herself to get the advantage over +people and keep it or else know the reason +why.</p> + +<p>"Very well, do as you please, of course, +but you bite your own nose off. Let me +see your references."</p> + +<p>The girl was ready for this.</p> + +<p>"I am sorry, but I cannot give you any. +I have lived only in one home, where I had +entire charge of the table and dining-room, +and that home was broken up when the people +went abroad three years ago. I could show +you letters written by the mistress of that +home if I had my trunk here, but it is in +another city, and I do not know when I shall +be able to send for it."</p> + +<p>"No references!" screamed the hawk, then +raising her voice, although it was utterly unnecessary: +"Ladies, here is a girl who has +no references. Do any of you want to venture?" +The contemptuous laugh that followed +had the effect of a warning to every +woman in the room. "And this girl scorns +general housework, and presumes to dictate +for a place as waitress," went on the hawk.</p> + +<p>"I want a waitress badly," said a troubled +woman in a subdued whisper, "but I really +wouldn't dare take a girl without references. +She might be a thief, you know, and then—really, +she doesn't look as if she was used to +houses like mine. I must have a neat, stylish-looking +girl. No self-respecting waitress +nowadays would go out in the street dressed +like that."</p> + +<p>All the eyes in the room seemed boring +through the poor girl as she stood trembling, +humiliated, her cheeks burning, while horrified +tears demanded to be let up into her eyes. +She held her dainty head proudly, and turned +away with dignity.</p> + +<p>"However, if you care to try," called out +the hawk, "you can register at the desk and +leave two dollars, and if in the meantime you +can think of anybody who'll give us a reference, +we'll look it up. But we never guarantee +girls without references."</p> + +<p>The tears were too near the surface now +for her even to acknowledge this information +flung at her in an unpleasant voice. She went +out of the office, and immediately,—surreptitiously,—two +women hurried after her.</p> + +<p>One was flabby, large, and overdressed, with +a pasty complexion and eyes like a fish, in +which was a lack of all moral sense. She +hurried after the girl and took her by the +shoulder just as she reached the top of the +stairs that led down into the street.</p> + +<p>The other was a small, timid woman, with +anxiety and indecision written all over her, +and a last year's street suit with the sleeves +remodelled. When she saw who had stopped +the girl, she lingered behind in the hall and +pretended there was something wrong with +the braid on her skirt. While she lingered +she listened.</p> + +<p>"Wait a minute, Miss," said the flashy +woman. "You needn't feel bad about having +references. Everybody isn't so particular. +You come with me, and I'll put you in the +way of earning more than you can ever get +as a waitress. You weren't cut out for work, +any way, with that face and voice. I've been +watching you. You were meant for a lady. +You need to be dressed up, and you'll be a +real pretty girl——"</p> + +<p>As she talked, she had come nearer, and +now she leaned over and whispered so that +the timid woman, who was beginning dimly +to perceive what manner of creature this other +woman was, could not hear.</p> + +<p>But the girl stepped back with sudden energy +and flashing eyes, shaking off the be-ringed +hand that had grasped her shoulder.</p> + +<p>"Don't you dare to speak to me!" she +said in a loud, clear voice. "Don't you dare +to touch me! You are a wicked woman! If +you touch me again, I will go in there and +tell all those women how you have insulted +me!"</p> + +<p>"Oh, well, if you're a saint, starve!" hissed +the woman.</p> + +<p>"I should rather starve ten thousand times +than take help from you," said the girl, and +her clear, horrified eyes seemed to burn into +the woman's evil face. She turned and slid +away, like the wily old serpent that she was.</p> + +<p>Down the stairs like lightning sped the +girl, her head up in pride and horror, her eyes +still flashing. And down the stairs after her +sped the little, anxious woman, panting and +breathless, determined to keep her in sight +till she could decide whether it was safe to +take a girl without a character—yet who had +just shown a bit of her character unaware.</p> + +<p>Two blocks from the employment office the +girl paused, to realize that she was walking +blindly, without any destination. She was +trembling so with terror that she was not sure +whether she had the courage to enter another +office, and a long vista of undreamed-of fears +arose in her imagination.</p> + +<p>The little woman paused, too, eying the +girl cautiously, then began in an eager voice:</p> + +<p>"I've been following you."</p> + +<p>The girl started nervously, a cold chill of +fear coming over her. Was this a woman +detective?</p> + +<p>"I heard what that awful woman said to +you, and I saw how you acted. You must +be a good girl, or you wouldn't have talked +to her that way. I suppose I'm doing a +dangerous thing, but I can't help it. I believe +you're all right, and I'm going to try +you, if you'll take general housework. I +need somebody right away, for I'm going to +have a dinner party to-morrow night, and my +girl left me this morning."</p> + +<p>The kind tone in the midst of her troubles +brought tears to the girl's eyes.</p> + +<p>"Oh, thank you!" she said as she brushed +the tears away. "I'm a stranger here, and +I have never before been among strangers +this way. I'd like to come and work for +you, but I couldn't do general housework, +I'm sure. I never did it, and I wouldn't know +how."</p> + +<p>"Can't you cook a little? I could teach +you my ways."</p> + +<p>"I don't know the least thing about cooking. +I never cooked a thing in my life."</p> + +<p>"What a pity! What was your mother +thinking about? Every girl ought to be +brought up to know a little about cooking, +even if she does have some other employment."</p> + +<p>"My mother has been dead a good many +years." The tears brimmed over now, but +the girl tried to smile. "I could help +you with your dinner party," she went on. +"That is, I know all about setting the +tables and arranging the flowers and favors. +I could paint the place-cards, too—I've done +it many a time. And I could wait on the +table. But I couldn't cook even an oyster."</p> + +<p>"Oh, place-cards!" said the little woman, +her eyes brightening. She caught at the word +as though she had descried a new star in the +firmament. "I wish I could have them. They +cost so much to buy. I might have my washerwoman +come and help with the cooking. She +cooks pretty well, and I could help her beforehand, +but she couldn't wait on table, to save +her life. I wonder if you know much about +menus. Could you help me fix out the courses +and say what you think I ought to have, or +don't you know about that? You see, I have +this very particular company coming, and I +want to have things nice. I don't know them +very well. My husband has business relations +with them and wants them invited, and of all +times for Betty to leave this was the worst!" +She had unconsciously fallen into a tone of +equality with the strange girl.</p> + +<p>"I should like to help you," said the girl, +"but I must find somewhere to stay before +night, and if I find a place I must take it. I +just came to the city this morning, and have +nowhere to stay overnight."</p> + +<p>The troubled look flitted across the woman's +face for a moment, but her desire got the +better of her.</p> + +<p>"I suppose my husband would think I was +crazy to do it," she said aloud, "but I just +can't help trusting you. Suppose you come +and stay with me to-day and to-morrow, and +help me out with this dinner party, and you +can stay overnight at my house and sleep +in the cook's room. If I like your work, I'll +give you a recommendation as waitress. You +can't get a good place anywhere without it, +not from the offices, I'm sure. A recommendation +ought to be worth a couple of days' work +to you. I'd pay you something besides, but +I really can't afford it, for the washerwoman +charges a dollar and a half a day when she +goes out to cook; but if you get your board +and lodging and a reference, that ought to +pay you."</p> + +<p>"You are very kind," said the girl. "I +shall be glad to do that."</p> + +<p>"When will you come? Can you go with +me now, or have you got to go after your +things?"</p> + +<p>"I haven't any things but these," she said +simply, "and perhaps you will not think I +am fine enough for your dinner party. I have +a little money. I could buy a white apron. +My trunk is a good many miles away, and I +was in desperate straits and had to leave it."</p> + +<p>"H'm! A stepmother, probably," thought +the kindly little woman. "Poor child! She +doesn't look as if she was used to roughing +it. If I could only hold on to her and train her, +she might be a treasure, but there's no telling +what John will say. I won't tell him anything +about her, if I can help it, till the dinner is +over."</p> + +<p>Aloud she said: "Oh, that won't be necessary. +I've got a white apron I'll lend you—perhaps +I'll give it to you if you do your +work well. Then we can fix up some kind +of a waitress's cap out of a lace-edged handkerchief, +and you'll look fine. I'd rather do +that and have you come right along home +with me, for everything is at sixes at sevens. +Betty went off without washing the breakfast +dishes. You can wash dishes, any way."</p> + +<p>"Why, I can try," laughed the girl, the +ridiculousness of her present situation suddenly +getting the better of other emotions.</p> + +<p>And so they got into a car and were +whirled away into a pretty suburb. The +woman, whose name was Mrs. Hart, lived in +a common little house filled with imitation +oriental rugs and cheap furniture.</p> + +<p>The two went to work at once, bringing +order out of the confusion that reigned in +the tiny kitchen. In the afternoon the would-be +waitress sat down with a box of water-colors +to paint dinner-cards, and as her skilful +brush brought into being dainty landscapes, +lovely flowers, and little brown birds, +she pondered the strangeness of her lot.</p> + +<p>The table the next night was laid with +exquisite care, the scant supply of flowers +having been used to best advantage, and everything +showing the touch of a skilled hand. +The long hours that Mrs. Hart had spent +puckering her brow over the household department +of fashion magazines helped her to +recognize the fact that in her new maid she +had what she was pleased to call "the real +thing."</p> + +<p>She sighed regretfully when the guest of +honor, Mrs. Rhinehart, spoke of the deftness +and pleasant appearance of her hostess's +waitress.</p> + +<p>"Yes," Mrs. Hart said, swelling with pride, +"she is a treasure. I only wish I could keep +her."</p> + +<p>"She's going to get married, I suppose. +They all do when they're good," sympathized +the guest.</p> + +<p>"No, but she simply won't do cooking, and +I really haven't work enough for two servants +in this little house."</p> + +<p>The guest sat up and took notice.</p> + +<p>"You don't mean to tell me that you are +letting a girl like that slip through your +fingers? I wish I had known about her. I +have spent three days in intelligence offices. +Is there any chance for me, do you think?"</p> + +<p>Then did the little woman prove that she +should have had an <i>e</i> in her name, for she +burst into a most voluble account of the virtues +of her new maid, until the other woman +was ready to hire her on the spot. The result +of it all was that "Mary" was summoned +to an interview with Mrs. Rhinehart +in the dining-room, and engaged at four dollars +a week, with every other Sunday afternoon +and every other Thursday out, and her +uniforms furnished.</p> + +<p>The next morning Mr. Hart gave her a +dollar-bill and told her that he appreciated +the help she had given them, and wanted to +pay her something for it.</p> + +<p>She thanked him graciously and took the +money with a kind of awe. Her first earnings! +It seemed so strange to think that she had +really earned some money, she who had always +had all she wanted without lifting a finger.</p> + +<p>She went to a store and bought a hair-brush +and a few little things that she felt were +necessities, with a fifty-cent straw telescope +in which to put them. Thus, with her modest +baggage, she entered the home of Mrs. +Rhinehart, and ascended to a tiny room on +the fourth floor, in which were a cot and +a washstand, a cracked mirror, one chair, and +one window. Mrs. Rhinehart had planned +that the waitress should room with the cook, +but the girl had insisted that she must have +a room alone, no matter how small, and they +had compromised on this unused, ill-furnished +spot.</p> + +<p>As she took off the felt hat, she wondered +what its owner would think if he could see +her now, and she brushed a fleck of dust +gently from the felt, as if in apology for its +humble surroundings. Then she smoothed her +hair, put on the apron Mrs. Hart had given +her, and descended to her new duties as maid +in a fashionable home.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><img src="./images/4.jpg" alt="Chapter Divider" title="Chapter Divider" /></p> + +<h2><a name="VII" id="VII" />VII</h2> + + +<p>Three days later Tryon Dunham entered +the office of Judge Blackwell by appointment. +After the business was completed the Judge +said with a smile, "Well, our mystery is +solved. The little girl is all safe. She telephoned +me just after you had left the other +day, and sent her maid after her hat. It +seems that while she stood by the window, +looking down into the street, she saw an automobile +containing some of her friends. It +stopped at the next building. Being desirous +of speaking with a girl friend who was seated +in the auto, she hurried out to the elevator, +hoping to catch them. The elevator boy +who took her down-stairs went off duty immediately, +which accounts for our not finding +any trace of her, and he was kept at home +by illness the next morning. The young +woman caught her friends, and they insisted +that she should get in and ride to the station +with one of them who was leaving the city +at once. They loaned her a veil and a wrap, +and promised to bring her right back for her +papers and other possessions, but the train +was late, and when they returned the building +was closed. The two men who called for +her were her brother and a friend of his, it +seems. I must say they were not so attractive +as she is. However, the mystery is solved, +and I got well laughed at by my wife for +my fears."</p> + +<p>But the young man was puzzling how this +all could be if the hat belonged to the girl +he knew—to "Mary." When he left the +Judge's office, he went to his club, determined +to have a little quiet for thinking it over.</p> + +<p>Matters at home had not been going pleasantly. +There had been an ominous cloud over +the breakfast table. The bill for the hat had +arrived from Madame Dollard's, and Cornelia +had laid it impressively by his plate. Even +his mother had looked at him with a glance +that spoke volumes as she remarked that it +would be necessary for her to have a new +rain-coat before another storm came.</p> + +<p>There had been a distinct coolness between +Tryon Dunham and his mother and sister ever +since the morning when the loss of the hat +and rain-coat was announced. Or did it date +from the evening of that day when both +mother and sister had noticed the beautiful +ring which he wore? They had exclaimed +over the flash of the diamond, and its peculiar +pureness and brilliancy, and Cornelia had been +quite disagreeable when he refused to take +it off for her to examine. He had replied +to his mother's question by saying that the +ring belonged to a friend of his. He knew +his mother was hurt by the answer, but what +more could he do at present? True, he might +have taken the ring off and prevented further +comment, but it had come to him to mean +loyalty to and belief in the girl whom he +had so strangely been permitted to help. It +was therefore in deep perplexity that he betook +himself to his club and sat down in a far +corner to meditate. He was annoyed when +the office-boy appeared to tell him, there were +some packages awaiting him in the office. +"Bring them to me here, Henry."</p> + +<p>The boy hustled away, and soon came back, +bearing two hat-boxes—one of them in a crate—and +the heavy leather suit-case.</p> + +<p>With a start of surprise, Dunham sat up +in his comfortable chair.</p> + +<p>"Say, Henry, those things ought not to +come in here." He glanced anxiously about, +and was relieved to find that there was only +one old gentleman in the room, and that he +was asleep. "Suppose we go up to a private +room with them. Take them out to the +elevator, and I'll come in a moment."</p> + +<p>"All right, sah."</p> + +<p>"And say, Henry, suppose you remove that +crate from the box. Then it won't be so +heavy to carry."</p> + +<p>"All right, sah. I'll be thah in jest a +minute."</p> + +<p>The young man hurried out to the elevator, +and he and Henry made a quick ascent to +a private room. He gave the boy a round +fee, and was left in quiet to examine his +property.</p> + +<p>As he fumbled with the strings of the first +box his heart beat wildly, and he felt the +blood mounting to his face. Was he about +to solve the mystery which had surrounded +the girl in whom his interest had now grown +so deep that he could scarcely get her out +of his mind for a few minutes at a time?</p> + +<p>But the box was empty, save for some +crumpled white tissue-paper. He took up the +cover in perplexity and saw his own name +written by himself. Then he remembered. +This was the box he had sent down to the +club by the cabman, to get it out of his way. +He felt disappointed, and turned quickly to +the other box and cut the cord. This time +he was rewarded by seeing the great black +hat, beautiful and unhurt in spite of its +journey to Chicago. The day was saved, and +also the reputation of his mother's maid. But +was there no word from the beautiful +stranger? He searched hurriedly through the +wrappings, pulled out the hat quite unceremoniously, +and turned the box upside down, +but nothing else could he find. Then he went +at the suit-case. Yes, there was the rain-coat. +He took it out triumphantly, for now +his mother could say nothing, and, moreover, +was not his trust in the fair stranger justified? +He had done well to believe in her. He began +to take out the other garments, curious to +see what had been there for her use.</p> + +<p>A long, golden brown hair nestling on the +collar of the bathrobe gleamed in a chance +ray of sunlight. He looked at it reverently, +and laid the garment down carefully, that it +might not be disturbed. As he lifted the +coat, he saw the little note pinned to the +lapel, and seized it eagerly. Surely this would +tell him something!</p> + +<p>But no, there was only the message that +she had arrived safely, and her thanks. Stay, +she had signed her name "Mary." She had +told him he might call her that. Could it +be that it was her real name, and that she +had meant to trust him with so much of her +true story?</p> + +<p>He pondered the delicate writing of the +note, thinking how like her it seemed, then +he put the note in an inner pocket and +thoughtfully lifted out the evening clothes. +It was then that he touched the silken lined +cloth of her dress, and he drew back almost +as if he had ventured roughly upon something +sacred. Startled, awed, he looked upon it, +and then with gentle fingers lifted it and laid +it upon his knee. Her dress! The one she +had worn to the dinner with him! What did +it all mean? Why was it here, and where was +she?</p> + +<p>He spread it out across his lap and looked +at it almost as if it hid her presence. He +touched with curious, wistful fingers the lace +and delicate garniture about the waist, as if +he would appeal to it to tell the story of +her who had worn it.</p> + +<p>What did its presence here mean? Did it +bear some message? He searched carefully, +but found nothing further. Had she reached +a place of safety where she did not need the +dress? No, for in that case, why should she +have sent it to him? Had she been desperate +perhaps, and——? But no, he would not +think such things of her.</p> + +<p>Gradually, as he looked, the gown told its +own story, as she had thought it would: how +she had been obliged to put on a disguise, and +this was the only way to hide her own dress. +Gradually he came to feel a great pleasure +in the fact that she had trusted him with +it. She had known he would understand, and +perhaps had not had time to make further +explanation. But if she had need of a disguise, +she was still in danger! Oh, why had +she not given him some clue? He dropped his +head upon his hand in troubled perplexity.</p> + +<p>A faint perfume of violets stole upon his +senses from the dress lying across his knee. +He touched it tenderly, and then half shamefacedly +laid his cheek against it, breathing +in the perfume. But he put it down quickly, +looking quite foolish, and reminded himself +that the girl was still a stranger, and that +she might belong to another.</p> + +<p>Then he thought again of the story the +Judge had told him, and of his own first +conviction that the two young women were +identical. Could that be? Why could he not +discover who the other girl was, and get some +one to introduce him? He resolved to interview +the Judge about it at their next meeting. +In the meantime, he must wait and +hope for further word from Mary. Surely +she would write him again, and claim her +ring perhaps, and, as she had been so thoughtful +about returning the hat and coat at once, +she would probably return the money he had +loaned her. At least, he would hear from +her in that way. There was nothing to do +but be patient.</p> + +<p>Yes, there was the immediate problem of +how he should restore his sister's hat and +his mother's coat to their places, unsuspected.</p> + +<p>With a sigh, he carefully folded up the +cloth gown, wrapped it in folds of tissue +paper from the empty hat-box, and placed +it in his suit-case. Then he transferred the +hat to its original box, rang the bell, and +ordered the boy to care for the box and suit-case +until he called for them.</p> + +<p>During the afternoon he took occasion to +run into the Judge's office about some unimportant +detail of the business they were +transacting, and as he was leaving he said:</p> + +<p>"By the way, Judge, who was your young +woman who gave you such a fright by her +sudden disappearance? You never told me +her name. Is she one of my acquaintances, +I wonder?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, her name is Mary Weston," said the +Judge, smiling. "I don't believe you know +her, for she was from California, and was +visiting here only for a few days. She +sailed for Europe the next day."</p> + +<p>That closed the incident, and, so far as +the mystery was concerned, only added perplexity +to it.</p> + +<p>Dunham purposely remained down-town, +merely having a clerk telephone home for him +that he had gone out of the city and would +not be home until late, so they need not +wait up. He did this because he did not +wish to have his mother or his sister ask him +any more questions about the missing hat +and coat. Then he took a twenty-mile trolley +ride into the suburbs and back, to make good +his word that he had gone out of town; and +all the way he kept turning over and over +the mystery of the beautiful young woman, +until it began to seem to him that he had +been crazy to let her drift out into the world +alone and practically penniless. The dress +had told its tale. He saw, of course, that +if she were afraid of detection, she must have +found it necessary to buy other clothing, and +how could she have bought it with only nine +dollars and seventy-five cents? He now felt +convinced that he should have found some +way to cash a check and thus supply her with +what she needed. It was terrible. True, she +had those other beautiful rings, which were +probably valuable, but would she dare to sell +them? Perhaps, though, she had found some +one else as ready as he had been to help her. +But, to his surprise, that thought was distasteful +to him. During his long, cold ride +in solitude he discovered that the thing he +wanted most in life was to find that girl +again and take care of her.</p> + +<p>Of course he reasoned with himself most +earnestly from one end of the trolley line +to the other, and called himself all kinds of +a fool, but it did not the slightest particle +of good. Underneath all the reasoning, he +knew he was glad that he had found her once, +and he determined to find her again, and to +unravel the mystery. Then he sat looking +long and earnestly into the depths of the +beautiful white stone she had given to him, +as if he might there read the way to find +her.</p> + +<p>A little after midnight he arrived at the +club-house, secured his suit-case and the hat-box, +and took a cab to his home. He left +the vehicle at the corner, lest the sound of +it waken his mother or sister.</p> + +<p>He let himself silently into the house with +his latch-key, and tiptoed up to his room. +The light was burning low. He put the hat-box +in the farthest corner of his closet, then +he took out the rain-coat, and, slipping off +his shoes, went softly down to the hall closet.</p> + +<p>In utter darkness he felt around and finally +hung the coat on a hook under another long +cloak, then gently released the hanging loop +and let the garment slip softly down in an +inconspicuous heap on the floor. He stole +upstairs as guiltily as if he had been a +naughty boy stealing sugar. When he +reached his room, he turned up his light, and, +pulling out the hat-box, surveyed it thoughtfully. +This was a problem which he had not +yet been able to solve. How should he dispose +of the hat so that it would be discovered +in such a way as to cast no further suspicion +upon the maid? How would it do to place +the hat in the hall-closet, back among the +coats? No, it might excite suspicion to find +them together. Could he put it in his own +closet and profess to have found it there? +No, for that might lead to unpleasant questioning, +and perhaps involve the servants +again. If he could only put it back where +he had found it! But Cornelia, of course, +would know it had not been there in her +room all this week. It would be better to +wait until the coast was clear and hide it in +Cornelia's closet, where it might have been +put by mistake and forgotten. It was going +to be hard to explain, but that was the best +plan he could evolve.</p> + +<p>He took the hat out and held it on his +hand, looking at it from different angles and +trying to remember just how the girl had +looked out at him from under its drooping +plumes. Then with a sigh he laid it carefully +in its box again and went to bed.</p> + +<p>The morning brought clearer thought, and +when the summons to breakfast pealed through +the hall he took the box boldly in his hand +and descended to the dining-room, where he +presented the hat to his astonished sister.</p> + +<p>"I am afraid I am the criminal, Cornelia," +he said in his pleasantest manner. "I'm sorry +I can't explain just how this thing got on +my closet-shelf. I must have put it there myself +through some unaccountable mix-up. It's +too bad I couldn't have found it before and +so saved you a lot of worry. But you are +one hat the richer for it, for I paid the bill +yesterday. Please accept it with my compliments."</p> + +<p>Cornelia exclaimed with delight over the +recovered hat.</p> + +<p>"But how in the world could it have got +into your closet, Tryon? It was impossible. +I left it my room, I know I did, for I spoke +to Norah about it before I left. How do you +account for it?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I don't attempt to account for it," +he said, with a gay wave of his hand. "I've +been so taken up with other things this past +week, I may have done almost anything. By +the way, Mother, I'm sure you'll be glad to +hear that Judge Blackwell has made me a +most generous offer of business relations, and +that I have decided to accept it."</p> + +<p>Amid the exclamations of delight over this +bit of news, the hat was forgotten for a time, +and when the mother and sister finally reverted +to it and began to discuss how it could +have gotten on the closet shelf, he broke in +upon their questions with a suggestion.</p> + +<p>"I should advise, Mother, that you make +a thorough search for your rain-coat. I am +sure now that you must have overlooked it. +Such things often happen. We were so excited +the morning Cornelia missed the hat +that I suppose no one looked thoroughly."</p> + +<p>"But that is impossible, Tryon," said his +mother, with dignity. "I had that closet +searched most carefully."</p> + +<p>"Nevertheless, Mother, please me by looking +again. That closet is dark, and I would +suggest a light."</p> + +<p>"Of course, if you wish it," said his mother +stiffly. "You might look, yourself."</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid I shall not have time this morning," +professed the coward. "But suppose +you look in your own closets, too, Mother. +I'm sure you'll find it somewhere. It couldn't +get out of the house of itself, and Norah is +no thief. The idea is preposterous. Please +have it attended to carefully to-day. Good-by. +I shall have to hurry down-town, and +I can't tell just what time I shall get back this +evening. 'Phone me if you find the coat anywhere. +If you don't find it, I'll buy you +another this afternoon."</p> + +<p>"I shall <i>not</i> find the rain-coat," said his +mother sternly, "but of course I will look +to satisfy you. I <i>know</i> it is not in this +house."</p> + +<p>He beat a hasty retreat, for he did not +care to be present at the finding of the rain-coat.</p> + +<p>"There is something strange about this," +said Mrs. Dunham, as with ruffled dignity she +emerged from the hall closet, holding her +lost rain-coat at arm's length. "You don't +suppose your brother could be playing some +kind of a joke on us, do you, Cornie? I never +did understand jokes."</p> + +<p>"Of course not," said practical Cornelia, +with a sniff. "It's my opinion that Norah +knows all about the matter, and Tryon has +been helping her out with a few suggestions."</p> + +<p>"Now, Cornelia, what do you mean by +that? You surely don't suppose your brother +would try to deceive us—his mother and +sister?"</p> + +<p>"I didn't say that, Mother," answered +Cornelia, with her head in the air. "You've +got your rain-coat back, but you'd better +watch the rest of your wardrobe. I don't +intend to let Norah have free range in my +room any more."</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><img src="./images/4.jpg" alt="Chapter Divider" title="Chapter Divider" /></p> + +<h2><a name="VIII" id="VIII" />VIII</h2> + + +<p>Meantime, the girl in Chicago was walking +in a new and hard way. She brought to +her task a disciplined mind, a fine artistic +taste, a delicate but healthy body, and a pair +of willing, if unskilled, hands. To her surprise, +she discovered that the work for which +she had so often lightly given orders was +beyond her strength. Try as she would, she +could not accomplish the task of washing and +ironing table napkins and delicate embroidered +linen pieces in the way she knew they +should be done. Will power can accomplish +a good deal, but it cannot always make up +for ignorance, and the girl who had mastered +difficult subjects in college, and astonished +music masters in the old world with her talent, +found that she could not wash a window even +to her own satisfaction, much less to that of +her new mistress. That these tasks were expected +of her was a surprise. Yet with her +ready adaptability and her strong good sense, +she saw that if she was to be a success in +this new field she had chosen, she must be +ready for any emergency. Nevertheless, as +the weary days succeeded each other into +weeks, she found that while her skill in table-setting +and waiting was much prized, it was +more than offset by her discrepancies in other +lines, and so it came about that with mutual +consent she and Mrs. Rhinehart parted company.</p> + +<p>This time, with her reference, she did not +find it so hard to get another place, and, +after trying several, she learned to demand +certain things, which put her finally into a +home where her ability was appreciated, and +where she was not required to do things in +which she was unskilled.</p> + +<p>She was growing more secure in her new +life now, and less afraid to venture into the +streets lest some one should be on the watch +for her. But night after night, as she climbed +to her cheerless room and crept to her scantily-covered, +uncomfortable couch, she shrank from +all that life could now hold out to her. Imprisoned +she was, to a narrow round of toil, +with no escape, and no one to know or care.</p> + +<p>And who knew but that any day an enemy +might trace her?</p> + +<p>Then the son of the house came home from +college in disgrace, and began to make violent +love to her, until her case seemed almost +desperate. She dreaded inexpressibly to +make another change, for in some ways her +work was not so hard as it had been in other +places, and her wages were better; but from +day to day she felt she could scarcely bear +the hourly annoyances. The other servants, +too, were not only utterly uncompanionable, +but deeply jealous of her, resenting her gentle +breeding, her careful speech, her dainty personal +ways, her room to herself, her loyalty +to her mistress.</p> + +<p>Sometimes in the cold and darkness of the +night-vigils she would remember the man who +had helped her, who had promised to be her +friend, and had begged her to let him know +if she ever needed help. Her hungry heart +cried out for sympathy and counsel. In her +dreams she saw him coming to her across +interminable plains, hastening with his kindly +sympathy, but she always awoke before he +reached her.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><img src="./images/4.jpg" alt="Chapter Divider" title="Chapter Divider" /></p> + +<h2><a name="IX" id="IX" />IX</h2> + + +<p>It was about this time that the firm of +Blackwell, Hanover & Dunham had a difficult +case to work out which involved the gathering +of evidence from Chicago and thereabouts, +and it was with pleasure that Judge Blackwell +accepted the eager proposal from the +junior member of the firm that he should +go out and attend to it.</p> + +<p>As Tryon Dunham entered the sleeper, and +placed his suit-case beside him on the seat, +he was reminded of the night when he had +taken this train with the girl who had come +to occupy a great part of his thoughts in +these days. He had begun to feel that if he +could ever hope to shake off his anxiety and +get back to his normal state of mind, he +must find her and unravel the mystery about +her. If she were safe and had friends, so that +he was not needed, perhaps he would be able +to put her out of his thoughts, but if she +were not safe——He did not quite finish +the sentence even in his thoughts, but his heart +beat quicker always, and he knew that if she +needed him he was ready to help her, even +at the sacrifice of his life.</p> + +<p>All during the journey he planned a campaign +for finding her, until he came to know +in his heart that this was the real mission +for which he had come to Chicago, although +he intended to perform the other business +thoroughly and conscientiously.</p> + +<p>Upon his arrival in Chicago, he inserted a +number of advertisements in the daily papers, +having laid various plans by which she might +safely communicate with him without running +the risk of detection by her enemy.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>If M.R. is in Chicago, will she kindly communicate +with T. Dunham, General Delivery? Important.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Bowman's friend has something of importance +to say to the lady who dined with her October 8th. +Kindly send address to T.D., Box 7 <i>Inter-Ocean</i> office.</p> + +<p>"Mary," let me know where and when I can speak +with you about a matter of importance. Tryon D., +<i>Record-Herald</i> L.</p></div> + +<p>These and others appeared in the different +papers, but when he began to get communications +from all sorts of poor creatures, +every one demanding money, and when he +found himself running wild-goose chases after +different Marys and M.R.s, he abandoned all +hope of personal columns in the newspapers. +Then he began a systematic search for music +teachers and musicians, for it seemed to him +that this would be her natural way of earning +her living, if she were so hard pressed +that this was necessary.</p> + +<p>In the course of his experiments he came +upon many objects of pity, and his heart +was stirred with the sorrow and the misery of +the human race as it had never been stirred in +all his happy, well-groomed life. Many a poor +soul was helped and strengthened and put +into the way of doing better because of this +brief contact with him. But always as he +saw new miseries he was troubled over what +might have become of her—"Mary." It +came to pass that whenever he looked upon +the face of a young woman, no matter how +pinched and worn with poverty, he dreaded +lest <i>she</i> might have come to this pass, and be +in actual need. As these thoughts went on +day by day, he came to feel that she was +his by a God-given right, his to find, his to +care for. If she was in peril, he must save +her. If she had done wrong—but this he +could never believe. Her face was too pure +and lovely for that. So the burden of her +weighed upon his heart all the days while +he went about the difficult business of gathering +evidence link by link in the important +law case that had brought him to Chicago.</p> + +<p>Dunham had set apart working hours, and +he seemed to labor with double vigor then +because of the other task he had set himself. +When at last he finished the legal business +he had come for, and might go home, he +lingered yet a day, and then another, devoting +himself with almost feverish activity to +the search for his unknown friend.</p> + +<p>It was the evening of the third day after +his law work was finished that with a sad +heart he went toward the hotel where he +had been stopping. He was obliged at last +to face the fact that his search had been +in vain.</p> + +<p>He had almost reached the hotel when he +met a business acquaintance, who welcomed +him warmly, for far and wide among legal +men the firm of which Judge Blackwell was +the senior member commanded respect.</p> + +<p>"Well, well!" said the older man. "Is +this you, Dunham? I thought you were +booked for home two days ago. Suppose +you come home to dinner with me. I've a +matter I'd like to talk over with you before +you leave. I shall count this a most fortunate +meeting if you will."</p> + +<p>Just because he caught at any straw to +keep him longer in Chicago, Dunham accepted +the invitation. Just as the cab door +was flung open in front of the handsome house +where he was to be a guest, two men passed +slowly by, like shadows out of place, and +there floated to his ears one sentence voiced +in broadest Irish: "She goes by th' name +of Mary, ye says? All roight, sorr. I'll +keep a sharp lookout."</p> + +<p>Tryon Dunham turned and caught a +glimpse of silver changing hands. One man +was slight and fashionably dressed, and the +light that was cast from the neighboring +window showed his face to be dark and handsome. +The other was short and stout, and +clad in a faded Prince Albert coat that +bagged at shoulders and elbows. He wore +rubbers over his shoes, and his footsteps +sounded like those of a heavy dog. The two +passed around the corner, and Dunham and +his host entered the house.</p> + +<p>They were presently seated at a well appointed +table, where an elaborate dinner was +served. The talk was of pleasant things that +go to make up the world of refinement; but +the mind of the guest was troubled, and +constantly kept hearing that sentence, "She +goes by the name of Mary."</p> + +<p>Then, suddenly, he looked up and met her +eyes!</p> + +<p>She was standing just back of her mistress's +chair, with quiet, watchful attitude, +but her eyes had been unconsciously upon the +guest, until he looked up and caught her +glance.</p> + +<p>She turned away, but the color rose in her +cheeks, and she knew that he was watching +her.</p> + +<p>Her look had startled him. He had never +thought of looking for her in a menial position, +and at first he had noticed only the +likeness to her for whom he was searching. +But he watched her furtively, until he became +more and more startled with the resemblance.</p> + +<p>She did not look at him again, but he +noticed that her cheeks were scarlet, and that +the long lashes drooped as if she were trying +to hide her eyes. She went now and again +from the room on her silent, deft errands, +bringing and taking dishes, filling the glasses +with ice water, seeming to know at a glance +just what was needed. Whenever she went +from the room he tried to persuade himself +that it was not she, and then became feverishly +impatient for her return that he might anew +convince himself that it <i>was</i>. He felt a helpless +rage at the son of the house for the +familiar way in which he said: "Mary, fill +my glass," and could not keep from frowning. +Then he was startled at the similarity +of names. Mary! The men on the street had +used the name, too! Could it be that her +enemy had tracked her? Perhaps he, Dunham, +had appeared just in time to help her!</p> + +<p>His busy brain scarcely heard the questions +with which his host was plying him, and +his replies were distraught and monosyllabic. +At last he broke in upon the conversation:</p> + +<p>"Excuse me, but I wonder if I may interrupt +you for a moment. I have thought of +something that I ought to attend to at once. +I wonder if the waitress would be kind enough +to send a 'phone message for me. I am afraid +it will be too late if I wait."</p> + +<p>"Why, certainly," said the host, all anxiety. +"Would you like to go to the 'phone yourself, +or can I attend to it for you? Just feel +perfectly at home."</p> + +<p>Already the young man was hastily writing +a line or two on a card he had taken from +his pocket, and he handed it to the waitress, +who at his question had moved silently behind +his chair to do his bidding.</p> + +<p>"Just call up that number, please, and give +the message below. They will understand, +and then you will write down their answer?"</p> + +<p>He handed her the pencil and turned again +to his dessert, saying with a relieved air:</p> + +<p>"Thank you. I am sorry for the interruption. +Now will you finish that story?" +Apparently his entire attention was devoted to +his host and his ice, but in reality he was +listening to the click of the telephone and +the low, gentle voice in an adjoining room. +It came after only a moment's pause, and +he wondered at the calmness with which the +usual formula of the telephone was carried on. +He could not hear what she said, but his +ears were alert to the pause, just long enough +for a few words to be written, and then to +her footsteps coming quietly back.</p> + +<p>His heart was beating wildly. It seemed +to him that his host must see the strained +look in his face, but he tried to fasten his +interest upon the conversation and keep calm.</p> + +<p>He had applied the test. There was no +number upon the card, and he knew that if +the girl were not the one of whom he was +in search, she would return for an explanation.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>If you are "Mary Remington," tell me where and +when I can talk with you. Immediately important to +us both!</p></div> + +<p>This was what he had written on the card. +His fingers trembled as he took it from the silver +tray which she presented to him demurely. +He picked it up and eagerly read the delicate +writing—hers—the same that had expressed +her thanks and told of her safe arrival in +Chicago. He could scarcely refrain from +leaping from his chair and shouting aloud +in his gladness.</p> + +<p>The message she had written was simple. +No stranger reading it would have thought +twice about it. If the guest had read it +aloud, it would have aroused no suspicion.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Y.W.C.A. Building, small parlor, three to-morrow.</p></div> + +<p>He knew the massive building, for he had +passed it many times, but never had he +supposed it could have any interest for him. +Now suddenly his heart warmed to the great +organization of Christian women who had +established these havens for homeless ones in +the heart of the great cities.</p> + +<p>He looked up at the girl as she was passing +the coffee on the other side of the table, +but not a flicker of an eyelash showed she +recognized him. She went through her duties +and withdrew from the room, but though they +lingered long over the coffee, she did not +return. When they went into the other room, +his interest in the family grew less and less. +The daughter of the house sat down at the +piano, after leading him up to ask her to +sing, and chirped through several sentimental +songs, tinkling out a shallow accompaniment +with her plump, manicured fingers. His soul +revolted at the thought that she should be +here entertaining the company, while that +other one whose music would have thrilled +them all stayed humbly in the kitchen, doing +some menial task.</p> + +<p>He took his leave early in the evening and +hurried back to his hotel. As he crossed the +street to hail a cab, he thought he saw a +short, baggy figure shambling along in the +shadow on the other side, looking up at the +house.</p> + +<p>He had professed to have business to attend +to, but when he reached his room he +could do nothing but sit down and think. +That he had found her for whom he had so +long sought filled him with a deeper joy +than any he had ever known before. That +he had found her in such a position deepened +the mystery and filled him with a nameless +dread. Then out of the shadow of his +thoughts shambled the baggy man in the rubbers, +and he could not rest, but took his hat +and walked out again into the great rumbling +whirl of the city night, walking on and on, +until he again reached the house where he +had dined.</p> + +<p>He passed in front of the building, and +found lights still burning everywhere. Down +the side street, he saw the windows were +brightly lighted in the servants' quarters, and +loud laughter was sounding. Was she in +there enduring such company? No, for there +high in the fourth story gleamed a little light, +and a shadow moved about across the curtain. +Something told him that it was her room. +He paced back and forth until the light went +out, and then reverently, with lifted hat, turned +and found his way back to the main avenue +and a car line. As he passed the area gate +a bright light shot out from the back door, +there was a peal of laughter, an Irish goodnight, +and a short man in baggy coat and +rubbers shambled out and scuttled noiselessly +down to the back street.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><img src="./images/4.jpg" alt="Chapter Divider" title="Chapter Divider" /></p> + +<h2><a name="X" id="X" />X</h2> + + +<p>Dunham slept very little that night. His +soul was hovering between joy and anxiety. +Almost he was inclined to find some way to +send her word about the man he had seen +lingering about the place, and yet perhaps +it was foolish. He had doubtless been to call +on the cook, and there might be no connection +whatever between what Dunham had heard +and seen and the lonely girl.</p> + +<p>Next day, with careful hands, the girl made +herself neat and trim with the few materials +she had at hand. Her own fine garments that +had lain carefully wrapped and hidden ever +since she had gone into service were brought +forth, and the coarse ones with which she had +provided herself against suspicion were laid +aside. If any one came into her room while +she was gone, he would find no fine French +embroidery to tell tales. Also, she wished to +feel as much like herself as possible, and she +never could feel quite that in her cheap outfit. +True, she had no finer outer garments than +a cheap black flannel skirt and coat which +she had bought with the first money she could +spare, but they were warm, and answered for +what she had needed. She had not bought a +hat, and had nothing now to wear upon her +head but the black felt that belonged to the +man she was going to meet. She looked at +herself pityingly in the tiny mirror, and +wondered if the young man would understand +and forgive? It was all she had, any way, +and there would be no time to go to the store +and buy another before the appointed hour, +for the family had brought unexpected company +to a late lunch and kept her far beyond +her hour for going out.</p> + +<p>She looked down dubiously at her shabby +shoes, their delicate kid now cracked and worn. +Her hands were covered by a pair of cheap +black silk gloves. It was the first time that +she had noticed these things so keenly, but +now it seemed to her most embarrassing to +go thus to meet the man who had helped +her.</p> + +<p>She gathered her little hoard of money +to take with her, and cast one look back +over the cheerless room, with a great longing +to bid it farewell forever, and go back to the +world where she belonged; yet she realized +that it was a quiet refuge for her from the +world that she must hereafter face. Then +she closed her door, went down the stairs +and out into the street, like any other servant +on her afternoon out, walking away to +meet whatever crisis might arise. She had not +dared to speculate much about the subject +of the coming interview. It was likely he +wanted to inquire about her comfort, and +perhaps offer material aid. She would not +accept it, of course, but it would be a comfort +to know that some one cared. She longed +inexpressibly for this interview, just because +he had been kind, and because he belonged +to that world from which she had come. He +would keep her secret. He had true eyes. +She did not notice soft, padded feet that +came wobbling down the street after her, and +she only drew a little further out toward the +curbing when a blear-eyed, red face peered +into hers as she stood waiting for the car. +She did not notice the shabby man who +boarded the car after she was seated.</p> + +<p>Tryon Dunham stood in the great stone +doorway, watching keenly the passing throng. +He saw the girl at once as she got out of +the car, but he did not notice the man in +the baggy coat, who lumbered after her and +watched with wondering scrutiny as Dunham +came forward, lifted his hat, and took her +hand respectfully. Here was an element he +did not understand. He stood staring, +puzzled, as they disappeared into the great +building; then planted himself in a convenient +place to watch until his charge should come +out again. This was perhaps a gentleman +who had come to engage her to work for +him. She might be thinking of changing +her place. He must be on the alert.</p> + +<p>Dunham placed two chairs in the far corner +of the inner parlor, where they were practically +alone, save for an occasional passer +through the hall. He put the girl into the +most comfortable one, and then went to draw +down the shade, to shut a sharp ray of afternoon +sunlight from her eyes. She sat there +and looked down upon her shabby shoes, her +cheap gloves, her coarse garments, and honored +him for the honor he was giving her in +this attire. She had learned by sharp experience +that such respect to one in her station +was not common. As he came back, he stood +a moment looking down upon her. She saw +his eye rest with recognition upon the hat +she wore, and her pale cheeks turned pink.</p> + +<p>"I don't know what you will think of my +keeping this," she said shyly, putting her hand +to the hat, "but it seemed really necessary +at the time, and I haven't dared spend the +money for a new one yet. I thought perhaps +you would forgive me, and let me pay you +for it some time later."</p> + +<p>"Don't speak of it," he broke in, in a +low voice. "I am so glad you could use it +at all. It would have been a comfort to +me if I had known where it was. I had not +even missed it, because at this time of year +I have very little use for it. It is my travelling +hat."</p> + +<p>He looked at her again as though the +sight of her was good to him, and his gaze +made her quite forget the words she had +planned to say.</p> + +<p>"I am so glad I have found you!" he +went on. "You have not been out of my +thoughts since I left you that night on the +train. I have blamed myself over and over +again for having gone then. I should have +found some way to stand by you. I have +not had one easy moment since I saw you +last."</p> + +<p>His tone was so intense that she could not +interrupt him; she could only sit and listen +in wonder, half trembling, to the low-spoken +torrent of feeling that he expressed. She +tried to protest, but the look in his face +stopped her. He went on with an earnestness +that would not be turned aside from its purpose.</p> + +<p>"I came to Chicago that I might search +for you. I could not stand the suspense any +longer. I have been looking for you in every +way I could think of, without openly searching, +for that I dared not do lest I might +jeopardize your safety. I was almost in despair +when I went to dine with Mr. Phillips +last evening. I felt I could not go home +without knowing at least that you were safe, +and now that I have found you, I cannot +leave you until I know at least that you have +no further need for help."</p> + +<p>She summoned her courage now, and spoke +in a voice full of feeling:</p> + +<p>"Oh, you must not feel that way. You +helped me just when I did not know what +to do, and put me in the way of helping +myself. I shall never cease to thank you for +your kindness to an utter stranger. And now +I am doing very well." She tried to smile, +but the tears came unbidden instead.</p> + +<p>"You poor child!" His tone was full of +something deeper than compassion, and his +eyes spoke volumes. "Do you suppose I think +you are doing well when I see you wearing +the garb of a menial and working for people +to whom you are far superior—people who +by all the rights of education and refinement +ought to be in the kitchen serving you?"</p> + +<p>"It was the safest thing I could do, and +really the only thing I could get to do at +once," she tried to explain. "I'm doing it +better every day."</p> + +<p>"I have no doubt. You can be an artist +at serving as well as anything else, if you +try. But now that is all over. I am going +to take care of you. There is no use in protesting. +If I may not do it in one way, I +will in another. There is one question I must +ask first, and I hope you will trust me enough +to answer it. Is there any other—any other +man who has the right to care for you, and +is unable or unwilling to do it?"</p> + +<p>She looked up at him, her large eyes still +shining with tears, and shuddered slightly.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no!" she said. "Oh, no, I thank God +there is not! My dear uncle has been dead +for four years, and there has never been any +one else who cared since Father died."</p> + +<p>He looked at her, a great light beginning +to come into his face; but she did not understand +and turned her head to hide the tears.</p> + +<p>"Then I am going to tell you something," +he said, his tone growing lower, yet clear +enough for her to hear every word distinctly.</p> + +<p>A tall, oldish girl with a discontented upper +lip stalked through the hall, glanced in at +the door, and sniffed significantly, but they +did not see her. A short, baggy-coated man +outside hovered anxiously around the building +and passed the very window of that room, +but the shade opposite them was down, and +they did not know. The low, pleasant voice +went on:</p> + +<p>"I have come to care a great deal for you +since I first saw you, and I want you to give +me the right to care for you always and +protect you against the whole world."</p> + +<p>She looked up, wondering.</p> + +<p>"What do you mean?"</p> + +<p>"I mean that I love you, and I want to +make you my wife. Then I can defy the +whole world if need be, and put you where +you ought to be."</p> + +<p>"Oh!" she breathed softly.</p> + +<p>"Wait, please," he pleaded, laying his +hand gently on her little, trembling one. +"Don't say anything until I have finished. I +know of course that this will be startling to +you. You have been brought up to feel +that such things must be more carefully and +deliberately done. I do not want you to feel +that this is the only way I can help you, either. +If you are not willing to be my wife, I will +find some other plan. But this is the best +way, if it isn't too hard on you, for I love +you as I never dreamed that I could love a +woman. The only question is, whether you +can put up with me until I can teach you to +love me a little."</p> + +<p>She lifted eloquent eyes to his face.</p> + +<p>"Oh, it is not that," she stammered, a rosy +light flooding cheek and brow. "It is not +that at all. But you know nothing about +me. If you knew, you would very likely +think as others do, and——"</p> + +<p>"Then do not tell me anything about yourself, +if it will trouble you. I do not care +what others think. If you have poisoned a +husband, I should know that he needed poisoning, +and any way I should love you and stand +by you."</p> + +<p>"I have not done anything wrong," she +said gravely.</p> + +<p>"Then if you have done nothing wrong, +we will prove it to the world, or, if we cannot +prove it, we will fly to some desert island and +live there in peace and love. That is the +way I feel about you. I know that you are +good and true and lovely! Any one might +as well try to prove to me that you were +crazy as that you had done wrong in any +way."</p> + +<p>Her face grew strangely white.</p> + +<p>"Well, suppose I was crazy?"</p> + +<p>"Then I would take you and cherish you +and try to cure you, and if that could not +be done, I should help you to bear it."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you are wonderful!" she breathed, +the light of a great love growing in her eyes.</p> + +<p>The bare, prosaic walls stood stolidly +about them, indifferent to romance or tragedy +that was being wrought out within its walls. +The whirl and hum of the city without, the +grime and soil of the city within, were alike +forgotten by these two as their hearts +throbbed in the harmony of a great passion.</p> + +<p>"Do you think you could learn to love +me?" said the man's voice, with the sweetness +of the love song of the ages in its tone.</p> + +<p>"I love you now," said the girl's low voice. +"I think I have loved you from the beginning, +though I never dared to think of it in that +way. But it would not be right for me to +become your wife when you know practically +nothing about me."</p> + +<p>"Have you forgotten that you know nothing +of me?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I do know something about you," she +said shyly. "Remember that I have dined +with your friends. I could not help seeing +that they were good people, especially that +delightful old man, the Judge. He looked +startlingly like my dear father. I saw how +they all honored and loved you. And then +what you have done for me, and the way +that you treated an utterly defenceless +stranger, were equal to years of mere acquaintance. +I feel that I know a great deal +about you."</p> + +<p>He smiled. "Thank you," he said, "but +I have not forgotten that something more is +due you than that slight knowledge of me, +and before I came out here I went to the +pastor of the church of which my mother is +a member, and which I have always attended +and asked him to write me a letter. He is +so widely known that I felt it would be an +introduction for me."</p> + +<p>He laid an open letter in her lap, and, +glancing down, she saw that it was signed +by the name of one of the best known pulpit +orators in the land, and that it spoke in +highest terms of the young man whom it +named as "my well-loved friend."</p> + +<p>"It is also your right to know that I +have always tried to live a pure and honorable +life. I have never told any woman but +you that I loved her—except an elderly cousin +with whom I thought I was in love when I +was nineteen. She cured me of it by laughing +at me, and I have been heart-whole ever +since."</p> + +<p>She raised her eyes from reading the letter.</p> + +<p>"You have all these, and I have nothing." +She spread out her hands helplessly. "It +must seem strange to you that I am in this +situation. It does to me. It is awful."</p> + +<p>She put her hands over her eyes and shuddered.</p> + +<p>"It is to save you from it all that I have +come." He leaned over and spoke tenderly, +"Darling!"</p> + +<p>"Oh, wait!" She caught her breath as if +it hurt her, and put out her hand to stop him, +"Wait! You must not say any more until +I have told you all about it. Perhaps when +I have told you, you will think about me as +others do, and I shall have to run from you."</p> + +<p>"Can you not trust me?" he reproached +her.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, I can trust you, but you may +no longer trust me, and that I cannot bear."</p> + +<p>"I promise you solemnly that I will believe +every word you say."</p> + +<p>"Ah, but you will think I do not know, +and that it is your duty to give me into the +hands of my enemies."</p> + +<p>"That I most solemnly vow I will never +do," he said earnestly. "You need not fear +to tell me anything. But listen, tell me this +one thing: in the eyes of God, is there any +reason, physical, mental, or spiritual, why you +should not become my wife?"</p> + +<p>She looked him clearly in the eyes.</p> + +<p>"None at all."</p> + +<p>"Then I am satisfied to take you without +hearing your story until afterwards."</p> + +<p>"But I am not satisfied. If I am to see +distrust come into your eyes, it must be now, +not afterwards."</p> + +<p>"Then tell it quickly."</p> + +<p>He put out his hand and took hers firmly +into his own, as if to help her in her story.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><img src="./images/4.jpg" alt="Chapter Divider" title="Chapter Divider" /></p> + +<h2><a name="XI" id="XI" />XI</h2> + + +<p>"My father died when I was only a young +girl. We had not much money, and my +mother's older brother took us to his home +to live. My mother was his youngest sister, +and he loved her more than any one else +living. There was another sister, a half-sister, +much older than my mother, and she had one +son. He was a sulky, handsome boy, with a +selfish, cruel nature. He seemed to be happy +only when he was tormenting some one. He +used to come to Uncle's to visit when I was +there, and he delighted in annoying me. He +stretched barbed wire where he knew I was +going to pass in the dark, to throw me down +and tear my clothes. He threw a quantity +of burrs in my hair, and once he led me into +a hornet's nest. After we went to live at my +uncle's, Richard was not there so much. He +had displeased my uncle, and he sent him away +to school; but at vacation times he came +again, and kept the house in discomfort. He +seemed always to have a special spite against +me. Once he broke a rare Dresden vase that +Uncle prized, and told him I had done it.</p> + +<p>"Mother did not live long after Father +died, and after she was gone, I had no one +to stand between me and Richard. Sometimes +I had to tell my uncle, but oftener I tried +to bear it, because I knew Richard was already +a great distress to him.</p> + +<p>"At last Richard was expelled from college, +and Uncle was so angry with him that +he told him he would do nothing more for +him. He must go to work. Richard's father +and mother had not much money, and there +were other children to support. Richard +threatened me with all sorts of awful things +if I did not coax Uncle to take him back into +his good graces again. I told him I would +not say a word to Uncle. He was very angry +and swore at me. When I tried to leave the +room he locked the door and would not let +me go until I screamed for help. Then he +almost choked me, but when he heard Uncle +coming he jumped out of the window. The +next day he forged a check in my uncle's +name, and tried to throw suspicion on me, +but he was discovered, and my uncle disinherited +him. Uncle had intended to educate +Richard and start him well in life, but now +he would have nothing further to do with him. +It seemed to work upon my uncle's health, +all the disgrace to the family name, although +no one ever thought of my uncle in connection +with blame. As he paid Richard's debts, it +was not known what the boy had done, except +by the banker, who was a personal friend.</p> + +<p>"We went abroad then, and everywhere +Uncle amused himself by putting me under +the best music masters, and giving me all +possible advantages in languages, literature, +and art. Three years ago he died at Carlsbad, +and after his death I went back to my music +studies, following his wishes in the matter, +and staying with a dear old lady in Vienna, +who had been kind to us when we were there +before.</p> + +<p>"As soon as my uncle's death was known +at home, Richard wrote the most pathetic +letter to me, professing deep contrition, and +saying he could never forgive himself for +having quarrelled with his dear uncle. He +had a sad tale of how the business that he +had started had failed and left him with +debts. If he had only a few hundred dollars, +he could go on with it and pay off everything. +He said I had inherited all that would have +been his if he had done right, and he recognized +the justice of it, but begged that I +would lend him a small sum until he could get +on his feet, when he would repay me.</p> + +<p>"I had little faith in his reformation, but +felt as if I could not refuse him when I was +enjoying what might have been his, so I sent +him all the money I had at hand. As I was +not yet of age, I could not control all the +property, but my allowance was liberal. +Richard continued to send me voluminous letters, +telling of his changed life, and finally +asked me to marry him. I declined emphatically, +but he continued to write for money, +always ending with a statement of his undying +affection. In disgust, I at last offered to +send him a certain sum of money regularly if +he would stop writing to me on this subject, +and finally succeeded in reducing our correspondence +to a check account. This has +been going on for three years, except that +he has been constantly asking for larger sums, +and whenever I would say that I could not +spare more just then he would begin telling +me how much he cared for me, and how hard +it was for him to be separated from me. I +began to feel desperate about him, and made +up my mind that when I received the inheritance +I should ask the lawyers to make +some arrangement with him by which I should +no longer be annoyed.</p> + +<p>"It was necessary for me to return to +America when I came of age, in order to sign +certain papers and take full charge of the +property. Richard knew this. He seems to +have had some way of finding out everything +my uncle did.</p> + +<p>"He wrote telling me of a dear friend of +his mother, who was soon to pass through +Vienna, and who by some misfortune had been +deprived of a position as companion and +chaperon to a young girl who was travelling. +He said it had occurred to him that perhaps +he could serve us both by suggesting to me +that she be my travelling companion on the +voyage. He knew I would not want to travel +alone, and he sent her address and all sorts +of credentials, with a message from his mother +that she would feel perfectly safe about me +if I went in this woman's guardianship.</p> + +<p>"I really did need a travelling companion, +of course, having failed to get my dear old +lady to undertake the voyage, so I thought +it could do no harm. I went to see her, and +found her pretty and frail and sad. She made +a piteous appeal to me, and though I was +not greatly taken with her, I decided she +would do as well as any one for a companion.</p> + +<p>"She did not bother me during the voyage, +but fluttered about and was quite popular on +board, especially with a tall, disagreeable man +with a cruel jaw and small eyes, who always +made me feel as if he would gloat over any +one in his power. I found out that he was +a physician, a specialist in mental diseases, +so Mrs. Chambray told me, and she talked a +great deal about his skill and insight into +such maladies.</p> + +<p>"At New York my cousin Richard met us +and literally took possession of us. Without +my knowledge, the cruel-looking doctor was +included in the party. I did not discover it +until we were on the train, bound, as I supposed, +for my old home just beyond Buffalo. +It was some time since I had been in New +York, and I naturally did not notice much +which way we were going. The fact was, +every plan was anticipated, and I was told +that all arrangements had been made. Mrs. +Chambray began to treat me like a little +child and say: 'You see we are going to +take good care of you, dear, so don't worry +about a thing.'</p> + +<p>"I had taken the drawing-room compartment, +not so much because I had a headache, +as I told them, as because I wanted to get +away from their society. My cousin's marked +devotion became painful to me. Then, too, +the attentions and constant watchfulness of +the disagreeable doctor became most distasteful.</p> + +<p>"We had been sitting on the observation +platform, and it was late in the afternoon, +when I said I was going to lie down, and +the two men got up to go into the smoker. +In spite of my protests, Mrs. Chambray +insisted upon following me in, to see that +I was perfectly comfortable. She fussed +around me, covering me up and offering smelling +salts and eau de cologne for my head. +I let her fuss, thinking that was the quickest +way to get rid of her. I closed my eyes, and +she said she would go out to the observation +platform. I lay still for awhile, thinking +about her and how much I wanted to get rid +of her. She acted as if she had been engaged +to stay with me forever, and it suddenly became +very plain to me that I ought to have +a talk with her and tell her that I should +need her services no longer after this journey +was over. It might make a difference to her +if she knew it at once, and perhaps now would +be as good a time to talk as any, for she +was probably alone out on the platform. I +got up and made a few little changes in my +dress, for it would soon be time to go into +the dining-car. Then I went out to the observation +platform, but she was not there. +The chairs were all empty, so I chose the +one next to the railing, away from the car +door, and sat down to wait for her, thinking +she would soon be back.</p> + +<p>"We were going very fast, through a +pretty bit of country. It was dusky and restful +out there, so I leaned back and closed my +eyes. Presently I heard voices approaching, +above the rumble of the train, and, peeping +around the doorway, I saw Mrs. Chambray, +Richard, and the doctor coming from the +other car. I kept quiet, hoping they would +not come out, and they did not. They settled +down near the door, and ordered the porter +to put up a table for them to play cards.</p> + +<p>"The train began to slow down, and finally +came to a halt for a longer time on a sidetrack, +waiting for another train to pass. I +heard Richard ask where I was. Mrs. Chambray +said laughingly that I was safely +asleep. Then, before I realized it, they began +to talk about me. It happened there were no +other passengers in the car. Richard asked +Mrs. Chambray if she thought I had any +suspicion that I was not on the right train, +and she said, 'Not the slightest,' and then +by degrees there floated to me through the +open door the most diabolical plot I had +ever heard of. I gathered from it that we +were on the way to Philadelphia, would reach +there in a little while, and would then proceed +to a place near Washington, where the +doctor had a private insane asylum, and where +I was to be shut up. They were going to +administer some drug that would make me +unconscious when I was taken off the train. +If they could not get me to take it for the +headache I had talked about, Mrs. Chambray +was to manage to get it into my food or +give it to me when asleep. Mrs. Chambray, +it seems, had not known the entire plot before +leaving Europe, and this was their first +chance of telling her. They thought I was +safely in my compartment, asleep, and she +had gone into the other car to give the signal +as soon as she thought she had me where I +would not get up again for a while.</p> + +<p>"They had arranged every detail. Richard +had been using as models the letters I had +written him for the last three years, and had +constructed a set of love letters from me to +him, in perfect imitation of my handwriting. +They compared the letters and read snatches +of the sentences aloud. The letters referred +constantly to our being married as soon as +I should return from abroad, and some of +them spoke of the money as belonging to +us both, and that now it would come to its +own without any further trouble.</p> + +<p>"They even exhibited a marriage certificate, +which, from what they said, must have been +made out with our names, and Mrs. Chambray +and the doctor signed their names as +witnesses. As nearly as I could make out, +they were going to use this as evidence that +Richard was my husband, and that he had the +right to administer my estate during the time +that I was incapable. They had even arranged +that a young woman who was hopelessly insane +should take my place when the executors +of the estate came to see me, if they took +the trouble to do that. As it was some years +since either of them had seen me, they could +easily have been deceived. And for their help +Mrs. Chambray and the doctor were to receive +a handsome sum.</p> + +<p>"I could scarcely believe my ears at first. +It seemed to me that I must be mistaken, +that they could not be talking about me. +But my name was mentioned again and again, +and as each link in the horrible plot was made +plain to me, my terror grew so great that I +was on the verge of rushing into the car +and calling for the conductor and porter +to help me. But something held me still, and +I heard Richard say that he had just informed +the trainmen that I was insane, and +that they need not be surprised if I had to +be restrained. He had told them that I was +comparatively harmless, but he had no doubt +that the conductor had whispered it to our +fellow-passengers in the car, which explained +their prolonged absence in the smoker. Then +they all laughed, and it seemed to me that +the cover to the bottomless pit was open and +that I was falling in.</p> + +<p>"I sat still, hardly daring to breathe. Then +I began to go over the story bit by bit, and +to put together little things that had happened +since we landed, and even before I had +left Vienna; and I saw that I was caught in +a trap. It would be no use to appeal to any +one, for no one would believe me. I looked +wildly out at the ground and had desperate +thoughts of climbing over the rail and jumping +from the train. Death would be better +than what I should soon have to face. My +persecutors had even told how they had deceived +my friends at home by sending telegrams +of my mental condition, and of the +necessity for putting me into an asylum. +There would be no hope of appealing to them +for help. The only witnesses to my sanity +were far away in Vienna, and how could I +reach them if I were in Richard's power?</p> + +<p>"I watched the names of the stations as +they flew by, but it gradually grew dark, and +I could hardly make them out. I thought one +looked like the name of a Philadelphia suburb, +but I could not be sure.</p> + +<p>"I was freezing with horror and with cold, +but did not dare to move, lest I attract their +attention.</p> + +<p>"We began to rush past rows of houses, +and I knew we were approaching a city. Then, +suddenly, the train slowed down and stopped, +with very little warning, as if it intended to +halt only a second and then hurry on.</p> + +<p>"There was a platform on one side of the +train, but we were out beyond the car-shed, +for our train was long. I could not climb +over the rail to the platform, for I was sitting +on the side away from the station, and would +have had to pass the car door in order to do +so. I should be sure to be seen.</p> + +<p>"On the other side were a great many +tracks separated by strong picket fences as +high as the car platform and close to the +trains, and they reached as far as I could see +in either direction. I had no time to think, +and there was nothing I could do but climb +over the rail and get across those tracks and +fences somehow.</p> + +<p>"My hands were so cold and trembling that +I could scarcely hold on to the rail as I +jumped over.</p> + +<p>"I cannot remember how I got across. +Twice I had to cling to a fence while an +express train rushed by, and the shock and +noise almost stunned me. It was a miracle +that I was not killed, but I did not think +of that until afterwards. I was conscious +only of the train I had left standing by the +station. I glanced back once, and thought I +saw Richard come to the door of the car. +Then I stumbled on blindly. I don't remember +any more until I found myself hurrying along +that dark passage under the bridge and saw +you just ahead. I was afraid to speak to +you, but I did not know what else to do, and +you were so good to me——!" Her voice +broke in a little sob.</p> + +<p>All the time she had been talking, he had +held her hand firmly. She had forgotten that +any one might be watching; he did not care.</p> + +<p>The tall girl with the discontented upper +lip went to the matron and told her that she +thought the man and the woman in the parlor +ought to be made to go. She believed the +man was trying to coax the girl to do something +she didn't want to do. The matron +started on a voyage of discovery up the hall +and down again, with penetrating glances +into the room, but the two did not see her.</p> + +<p>"Oh, my poor dear little girl!" breathed +the man. "And you have passed through +all this awful experience alone! Why did you +not tell me about it? I could have helped +you. I am a lawyer."</p> + +<p>"I thought you would be on your guard at +once and watch for evidences of my insanity. +I thought perhaps you would believe it true, +and would feel it necessary to return me to +my friends. I think I should have been +tempted to do that, perhaps, if any one had +come to me with such a story."</p> + +<p>"One could not do that after seeing and +talking with you. I never could have believed +it. Surely no reputable physician would +lend his influence to put you in an asylum, +yet I know such things have been done. Your +cousin must be a desperate character. I shall +not feel safe until you belong to me. I saw +two men hanging about Mr. Phillips's house +last evening as I went in. They were looking +up at the windows and talking about keeping +a close watch on some one named Mary. +One of the men was tall and slight and handsome, +with dark hair and eyes; the other +was Irish, and wore a coat too large for him, +and rubbers. I went back later in the evening, +and the Irishman was hovering about the +house."</p> + +<p>The girl looked up with frightened eyes +and grasped the arms of her chair excitedly.</p> + +<p>"Will you go with me now to a church +not far away, where a friend of mine is the +pastor, and be married? Then we can defy +all the cousins in creation. Can't you trust +me?" he pleaded.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, but——"</p> + +<p>"Is it that you do not love me?"</p> + +<p>"No," she said, and her eyes drooped shyly. +"It seems strange that I dare to say it to you +when I have known you so little." She lifted +her eyes, full of a wonderful love light, and +she was glorified to him, all meanly dressed +though she was. The smooth Madonna braids +around the shapely head, covered by the soft +felt hat, seemed more beautiful to him than +all the elaborate head-dresses of modern times.</p> + +<p>"Where is the 'but' then, dear? Shall we +go now?"</p> + +<p>"How can I go in this dress?" She looked +down at her shabby shoes, rough black gown, +and cheap gloves in dismay, and a soft pink +stole into her face.</p> + +<p>"You need not. Your own gown is out +in the office in my suit-case. I brought it +with me, thinking you might need it—<i>hoping</i> +you might, I mean;" and he smiled. "I have +kept it always near me; partly because I +wanted the comfort of it, partly because I +was afraid some one else might find it, and +desecrate our secret with their common-place +wondering."</p> + +<p>It was at this moment that the matron of +the building stepped up to the absorbed +couple, resolved to do her duty. Her lips +were pursed to their thinnest, and displeasure +was in her face.</p> + +<p>The young man arose and asked in a grave +tone:</p> + +<p>"Excuse me, but can you tell me whether +this lady can get a room here to rest for a +short time, while I go out and attend to a +matter of business?"</p> + +<p>The matron noticed his refined face and +true eyes, and she accepted with a good grace +the ten-dollar bill he handed to her.</p> + +<p>"We charge only fifty cents a night for a +room," she said, glancing at the humble garments +of the man's companion. She thought +the girl must be a poor dependent or a country +relative.</p> + +<p>"That's all right," said the young man. +"Just let the change help the good work +along."</p> + +<p>That made a distinct change in the +atmosphere. The matron smiled, and retired +to snub the girl with the discontented upper +lip. Then she sent the elevator boy to carry +the girl's suit-case. As the matron came back +to the office, a baggy man with cushioned tires +hustled out of the open door into the street, +having first cast back a keen, furtive glance +that searched every corner of the place.</p> + +<p>"Now," said Dunham reassuringly, as the +matron disappeared, "you can go up to your +room and get ready, and I will look after a +few little matters. I called on my friend, +the minister, this morning, and I have looked +up the legal part of this affair. I can see +that everything is all right in a few minutes. +Is there anything you would like me to do for +you?"</p> + +<p>"No," she answered, looking up half +frightened; "but I am afraid I ought not +to let you do this. You scarcely know me."</p> + +<p>"Now, dear, no more of that. We have +no time to lose. How long will it take you +to get dressed? Will half an hour do? It +is getting late."</p> + +<p>"Oh, it will not take long." She caught +her breath with gladness. Her companion's +voice was so strong and comforting, his face +so filled with a wonderful love, that she felt +dazed with the sudden joy of it all.</p> + +<p>The elevator boy appeared in the doorway +with the familiar suit-case.</p> + +<p>"Don't be afraid, dear heart," whispered +the young man, as he attended her to the +elevator. "I'll soon be back again, and then, +<i>then</i>, we shall be together!"</p> + +<p>It was a large front room to which the +boy took her. The ten-dollar bill had proven +effective. It was not a "fifty-cents-a-night" +room. Some one—some guest or kindly +patron—had put a small illuminated text +upon the wall in a neat frame. It met her eye +as she entered—"Rejoice and be glad." Just +a common little picture card, it was, with a +phrase that has become trite to many, yet +it seemed a message to her, and her heart +leaped to obey. She went to the window to +catch a glimpse of the man who would soon +be her husband, but he was not there, and the +hurrying people reminded her that she must +hasten. Across the street a slouching figure +in a baggy coat looked fixedly up and caught +her glance. She trembled and drew back out +of the sunshine, remembering what Dunham +had told her about the Irishman of the night +before. With a quick instinct, she drew down +the shade, and locked her door.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><img src="./images/4.jpg" alt="Chapter Divider" title="Chapter Divider" /></p> + +<h2><a name="XII" id="XII" />XII</h2> + + +<p>The rubbered feet across the way hurried +their owner into the cigar-store in front of +which he had been standing, and where he +had a good view of the Y.W.C.A. Building. +He flung down some change and demanded +the use of the telephone. Then, with one +eye on the opposite doorway, he called up a +number and delivered his message.</p> + +<p>"Oi've treed me bird. She's in a room all +roight at the Y.W.C.A. place, fer I seed her +at the winder. She come with a foine gintlemin, +but he's gahn now, an' she's loike to stay +a spell. You'd best come at once.... All +roight. Hurry up!" He hung up the telephone-receiver +and hurried back to his post +in front of the big entrance. Meanwhile the +bride-elect upstairs, with happy heart and +trembling fingers, was putting on her own +beautiful garments once more, and arranging +the waves of lovely hair in their old accustomed +way.</p> + +<p>Tryon Dunham's plans were well laid. He +first called up his friend the minister and told +him to be ready; then a florist not far from +the church; then a large department store +where he had spent some time that morning. +"Is that Mr. Hunter, head of the fur department? +Mr. Hunter, this is Mr. Dunham. +You remember our conversation this morning? +Kindly send the coat and hat I selected to +the Y.W.C.A. Building at once. Yes, just +send them to the office. You remember it was +to be C.O.D., and I showed you my certified +check this morning. It's all right, is it? +How long will it take you to get it there?... +All right. Have the boy wait if I'm not +there. Good-by."</p> + +<p>His next move was to order a carriage, and +have it stop at the florist's on the way. That +done, he consulted his watch. Seventeen +minutes of his precious half-hour were gone. +With nervous haste he went into a telephone +booth and called up his own home on the +long-distance.</p> + +<p>To his relief, his mother answered.</p> + +<p>"Is that you, Mother? This is Tryon. +Are you all well? That's good. Yes, I'm in +Chicago, but will soon be home. Mother, I've +something to tell you that may startle you, +though there is nothing to make you sad. +You have known that there was something +on my mind for some time." He paused for +the murmur of assent.</p> + +<p>He knew how his mother was looking, even +though he could not see her—that set look +of being ready for anything. He wanted to +spare her as much as possible, so he hastened +on:</p> + +<p>"You remember speaking to me about the +ring I wore?"</p> + +<p>"Tryon! Are you engaged?" There was +a sharp anxiety in the tone as it came through +the hundreds of miles of space.</p> + +<p>"One better, Mother. I'm just about to +be married!"</p> + +<p>"My son! What have you done? Don't +forget the honorable name you bear!"</p> + +<p>"No, Mother, I don't forget. She's fine +and beautiful and sweet. You will love her, +and our world will fall at her feet!"</p> + +<p>"But who is she? You must remember +that love is very blind. Tryon, you must +come home at once. I shall die if you disgrace +us all. Don't do anything to spoil +our lives. I know it is something dreadful, +or you would not do it in such haste."</p> + +<p>"Nothing of the kind, Mother. Can't you +trust me? Let me explain. She is alone, and +legal circumstances which it would take too +long for me to explain over the 'phone have +made it desirable for her to have my immediate +protection. We are going at once to Edwin +Twinell's church, and he will marry us. It +is all arranged, but I felt that you ought to +be told beforehand. We shall probably take +the night express for home. Tell Cornelia +that I shall expect congratulations telegraphed +to the hotel here inside of two hours."</p> + +<p>"But, Tryon, what will our friends think? +It is most extraordinary! How can you +manage about announcements?"</p> + +<p>"Bother the red tape, Mother! What difference +does that make? Put it in the society +column if you want to."</p> + +<p>"But, Tryon, we do not want to be conspicuous!"</p> + +<p>"Well, Mother, I'm not going to put off +my wedding at the last minute for a matter +of some bits of pasteboard. I'll do any +reasonable thing to please you, but not that."</p> + +<p>"Couldn't you get a chaperon for her, and +bring her on to me? Then we could plan +the wedding at our leisure."</p> + +<p>"Impossible, Mother! In the first place, +she never would consent. Really, I cannot +talk any more about it. I must go at once, +or I shall be late. Tell me you will love her +for my sake, until you love her for her own."</p> + +<p>"Tryon, you always were unreasonable. +Suppose you have the cards engraved at once, +and I will telegraph our list to the engraver +if you will give me his address. If you prefer, +you can get them engraved and sent out +from there. That will keep tongues still."</p> + +<p>"All right, I'll do it. I'll have the engraver +telegraph his address to you within +two hours. Have your list ready. And, +Mother, don't worry. She's all right. You +couldn't have chosen better yourself. Say +you will love her, Mother dear."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I suppose I'll try," sighed the wires +disconsolately; "but I never thought you +would be married in such a way. Why, you +haven't even told me who she is."</p> + +<p>"She's all right, Mother—good family and +all. I really must hurry——"</p> + +<p>"But what is her name, Tryon?"</p> + +<p>"Say, Mother, I really must go. Ask Mrs. +Parker Bowman what she thinks of her. +Good-by! Cheer up, it'll be all right."</p> + +<p>"But, Tryon, her name——"</p> + +<p>The receiver was hung up with a click, and +Dunham looked at his watch nervously. In +two minutes his half-hour would be up, yet he +must let Judge Blackwell know. Perhaps he +could still catch him at the office. He sometimes +stayed down-town late. Dunham rang +up the office. The Judge was still there, and +in a moment his cheery voice was heard ringing +out, "Hello!"</p> + +<p>"Hello, Judge! Is that you?... This is +Dunham.... Chicago. Yes, the business +is all done, and I'm ready to come home, but +I want to give you a bit of news. Do you +remember the young woman who dined with us +at Mrs. Bowman's and played the piano so +well?... Yes, the night I met you.... Well, +you half guessed that night how it was with +us, I think. And now she is here, and we +are to be married at once, before I return. +I am just about to go to the church, but I +wanted your blessing first."</p> + +<p>"Blessings and congratulations on you +both!" came in a hearty voice over the +phone. "Tell her she shall be at once taken +into the firm as chief consultant on condition +that she plays for me whenever I ask her."</p> + +<p>A great gladness entered the young man's +heart as he again hung up the receiver, at +this glimpse into the bright vista of future +possibilities. He hurried into the street, forgetful +of engravers. The half-hour was up +and one minute over.</p> + +<p>In the meantime, the girl had slipped into +her own garments once more with a relief +and joy she could scarcely believe were her +own. Had it all been an ugly dream, this +life she had been living for the past few +months, and was she going back now to rest +and peace and real life? Nay, not going +back, but going forward. The sweet color +came into her beautiful face at thought of +the one who, though not knowing her, yet +had loved her enough to take her as she was, +and lift her out of her trouble. It was like +the most romantic of fairy tales, this unexpected +lover and the joy that had come to +her. How had it happened to her quiet, conventional +life? Ah, it was good and dear, +whatever it was! She pressed her happy eyes +with her fluttering, nervous fingers, to keep +the glad tears back, and laughed out to herself +a joyful ripple such as she had not uttered +since her uncle's death.</p> + +<p>A knock at the door brought her back to +realities again. Her heart throbbed wildly. +Had he come back to her already? Or had +her enemy found her out at last?</p> + +<p>Tryon Dunham hurried up the steps of the +Y.W.C.A. Building, nearly knocking over a +baggy individual in rubbers, who was lurking +in the entrance. The young man had seen +a boy in uniform, laden with two enormous +boxes, run up the steps as he turned the last +corner. Hastily writing a few lines on one +of his cards and slipping it into the largest +box, he sent them both up to the girl's room. +Then he sauntered to the door to see if the +carriage had come. It was there. He glanced +inside to see if his orders about flowers had +been fulfilled, and spoke a few words of direction +to the driver. Turning back to the +door, he found the small, red eyes of the +baggy Irishman fixed upon him. Something +in the slouch of the figure reminded Dunham +strongly now of the man he had noticed the +night before, and as he went back into the +building he looked the man over well and determined +to watch him. As he sat in the +office waiting, twice he saw the bleary eyes of +the baggy man applied to the glass panes in +the front door and as suddenly withdrawn. +It irritated him, and finally he strode to the +door and asked the man if he were looking +for some one.</p> + +<p>"Just waitin' fer me sweetheart," whined +the man, with a cringing attitude. "She has +a room in here, an' I saw her go in a while +back."</p> + +<p>"Well, you'd better move on. They don't +care to have people hanging around here."</p> + +<p>The man slunk away with a vindictive +glance, and Tryon Dunham went back to the +office, more perturbed at the little incident +than he could understand.</p> + +<p>Upstairs the girl had dared to open her +door and had been relieved to find the elevator +boy there with the two boxes.</p> + +<p>"The gentleman's below, an' he says he'll +wait, an' he sent these up," said the boy, depositing +his burden and hurrying away.</p> + +<p>She locked her door once more, for somehow +a great fear had stolen over her now +that she was again dressed in her own garments +and could easily be recognized.</p> + +<p>She opened the large box and read the card +lying on the top:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>These are my wedding gifts to you, dear. Put them +on and come as soon as possible to the one who loves +you better than anything else in life.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 18em;">TRYON</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Her eyes shone brightly and her cheeks +grew rosy red as she lifted out from its tissue-paper +wrappings a long, rich coat of Alaska +seal, with exquisite brocade lining. She put +it on and stood a moment looking at herself +in the glass. She felt like one who had for +a long time lost her identity, and has suddenly +had it restored. Such garments had +been ordinary comforts of her former life. +She had not been warm enough in the coarse +black coat.</p> + +<p>The other box contained a beautiful hat +of fur to match the coat. It was simply +trimmed with one long, beautiful black plume, +and in shape and general appearance was like +the hat he had borrowed for her use in the +fall. She smiled happily as she set it upon +her head, and then laughed outright as she +remembered her shabby silk gloves. Never +mind. She could take them off when she +reached the church.</p> + +<p>She packed the little black dress into the +suit-case, folded the felt hat on the top with +a tender pat, and, putting on her gloves, +hurried down to the one who waited for her.</p> + +<p>The matron had gone upstairs to the linen +closet and left the girl with the discontented +upper lip in charge in the office. The latter +watched the elegant lady in the rich furs +come down the hall from the elevator, and +wondered who she was and why she had been +upstairs. Probably to visit some poor protégée, +she thought. The girl caught the love-light +in the eyes of Tryon Dunham as he +rose to meet his bride, and she recognized +him as the same man who had been in close +converse with the cheaply dressed girl in the +parlor an hour before, and sneered as she +wondered what the fine lady in furs would +think if she knew about the other girl. Then +they went out to the carriage, past the baggy, +rubbered man, who shrank back suddenly behind +a stone column and watched them.</p> + +<p>As Dunham shut the door, he looked back +just in time to see a slight man, with dark +eyes and hair, hurry up and touch the baggy +man on the shoulder. The latter pointed +toward their carriage.</p> + +<p>"See!" said Dunham. "I believe those +are the men who were hovering around the +house last night."</p> + +<p>The girl leaned forward to look, and then +drew back with an exclamation of horror as +the carriage started.</p> + +<p>"Oh, that man is my cousin Richard," she +cried.</p> + +<p>"Are you sure?" he asked, and a look of +determination settled into his face.</p> + +<p>"Perfectly," she answered, looking out +again. "Do you suppose he has seen me?"</p> + +<p>"I suppose he has, but we'll soon turn the +tables." He leaned out and spoke a word to +the driver, who drew up around the next +corner in front of a telephone pay-station.</p> + +<p>"Come with me for just a minute, dear. +I'll telephone to a detective bureau where they +know me and have that man watched. He is +unsafe to have at large." He helped her out +and drew her arm firmly within his own. +"Don't be afraid any more. I will take care +of you."</p> + +<p>He telephoned a careful description of the +two men and their whereabouts, and before +he had hung up the receiver a man had started +post-haste for the Y.W.C.A. Building.</p> + +<p>Then Tryon Dunham put the girl tenderly +into the carriage, and to divert her attention +he opened the box of flowers and put a great +sheaf of white roses and lilies-of-the-valley +into the little gloved hands. Then, taking her +in his arms for the first time, he kissed her. +He noticed the shabby gloves, and, putting his +hand in his breast pocket, drew out the white +gloves she had worn before, saying, "See! I +have carried them there ever since you sent +them back! My sister never asked for them. +I kept them for your sake."</p> + +<p>The color had come back into her cheeks +when they reached the church, and he thought +her a beautiful bride as he led her into the +dim aisle. Some one up in the choir loft was +playing the wedding march, and the minister's +wife and young daughter sat waiting to witness +the ceremony.</p> + +<p>The minister met them at the door with +a welcoming smile and hand-shake, and led +them forward. As the music hushed for the +words of the ceremony, he leaned forward to +the young man and whispered:</p> + +<p>"I neglected to ask you her name, Tryon."</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes." The young man paused in his +dilemma and looked for an instant at the sweet +face of the girl beside him. But he could +not let his friend see that he did not know +the name of his wife-to-be, and with quick +thought he answered, "Mary!"</p> + +<p>The ceremony proceeded, and the minister's +voice sounded out solemnly in the empty +church: "Do you, Tryon, take this woman +whom you hold by the hand to be your lawful +wedded wife?"</p> + +<p>The young man's fingers held the timid hand +of the woman firmly as he answered, "I do."</p> + +<p>"Do you, Mary, take this man?" came the +next question, and the girl looked up with +clear eyes and said, "I do."</p> + +<p>Then the minister's wife, who knew and +prized Tryon Dunham's friendship, said to +herself: "It's all right. She loves him."</p> + +<p>When the solemn words were spoken that +bound them together through life, and they +had thanked their kind friends and were once +more out in the carriage, Tryon said:</p> + +<p>"Do you know you haven't told me your +real name yet?"</p> + +<p>She laughed happily as the carriage started +on its way, and answered, "Why, it is Mary!"</p> + +<p>As the carriage rounded the first corner +beyond the church, two breathless individuals +hurried up from the other direction. One +was short and baggy, and the sole of one +rubber flopped dismally as he struggled to +keep up with the alert strides of the other +man, who was slim and angry. They had +been detained by an altercation with the +matron of the Y.W.C.A. Building, and +puzzled by the story of the plainly dressed +girl who had taken the room, and the fine +lady who had left the building in company +with a gentleman, until it was settled by the +elevator boy, who declared the two women to +be one and the same.</p> + +<p>A moment later a man in citizen's clothing, +who had keen eyes, and who was riding a +motor-cycle, rounded the corner and puffed +placidly along near the two. He appeared +to be looking at the numbers on the other +side of the street, but he heard every word +that they said as they caught sight of the +disappearing carriage and hurried after it. +He had been standing in the entrance of the +Y.W.C.A. Building, an apparently careless +observer, while the elevator boy gave his evidence.</p> + +<p>The motor-cycle shot ahead a few rods, +passed the carriage, and discovered by a keen +glance who were the occupants. Then it +rounded the block and came almost up to +the two pursuers again.</p> + +<p>When the carriage stopped at the side entrance +of a hotel the man on the motor-cycle +was ahead of the pursuers and discovered it +first, long enough to see the two get out and +go up the marble steps. The carriage was +driving away when the thin man came in +sight, with the baggy man struggling along +half a block behind, his padded feet coming +down in heavy, dragging thuds, like a St. +Bernard dog in bedroom slippers.</p> + +<p>One glimpse the pursuers had of their prey +as the elevator shot upward. They managed +to evade the hotel authorities and get up the +wide staircase without observation. By keeping +on the alert, they discovered that the +elevator had stopped at the second floor, so +the people they were tracking must have +apartments there. Lurking in the shadowy +parts of the hall, they watched, and soon +were rewarded by seeing Dunham come out +of a room and hurry to the elevator. He +had remembered his promise to his mother +about the engravers. As soon as he was gone, +they presented themselves boldly at the door.</p> + +<p>Filled with the joy that had come to her +and feeling entirely safe now in the protection +of her husband, Mary Dunham opened the +door. She supposed, of course, it was the +bell-boy with a pitcher of ice-water, for which +she had just rung.</p> + +<p>"Ah, here you are at last, my pretty +cousin!" It was the voice of Richard that +menaced her, with all the stored-up wrath of +his long-baffled search.</p> + +<p>At that moment the man from the motor-cycle +stepped softly up the top stair and +slid unseen into the shadows of the hall.</p> + +<p>For an instant it seemed to Mary Dunham +that she was going to faint, and in one swift +flash of thought she saw herself overpowered +and carried into hiding before her husband +should return. But with a supreme effort +she controlled herself, and faced her tormentor +with unflinching gaze. Though her +strength had deserted her at first, every +faculty was now keen and collected. As if +nothing unusual were happening, she put out +her cold, trembling fingers, and laid them +firmly over the electric button on the wall. +Then with new strength coming from the +certainty that some one would soon come to +her aid, she opened her lips to speak.</p> + +<p>"What are you doing here, Richard?"</p> + +<p>"I've come after you, my lady. A nice +chase you've led me, but you shall pay for +it now."</p> + +<p>The cruelty in his face eclipsed any lines +of beauty which might have been there. The +girl's heart froze within her as she looked +once more into those eyes, which had always +seemed to her like sword-points.</p> + +<p>"I shall never go anywhere with you," she +answered steadily.</p> + +<p>He seized her delicate wrist roughly, twisting +it with the old wrench with which he had +tormented her in their childhood days. None +of them saw the stranger who was quietly +walking down the hall toward them.</p> + +<p>"Will you go peaceably, or shall I have +to gag and bind you?" said Richard. +"Choose quickly. I'm in no mood to trifle +with you any longer."</p> + +<p>Although he hurt her wrist cruelly, she +threw herself back from him and with her +other hand pressed still harder against the +electric button. The bell was ringing furiously +down in the office, but the walls were +thick and the halls lofty. It could not be +heard above.</p> + +<p>"Catch that other hand, Mike," commanded +Richard, "and stuff this in her mouth, while +I tie her hands behind her back."</p> + +<p>It was then that Mary screamed. The man +in the shadow stepped up behind and said in +a low voice:</p> + +<p>"What does all this mean?"</p> + +<p>The two men, startled, dropped the girl's +hands for the instant. Then Richard, white +with anger at this interference, answered insolently: +"It means that this girl's an escaped +lunatic, and we're sent to take her back. She's +dangerous, so you'd better keep out of the +way."</p> + +<p>Then Mary Dunham's voice, clear and +penetrating, rang through the halls:</p> + +<p>"Tryon, Tryon! Come quick! Help! +Help!"</p> + +<p>As if in answer to her call, the elevator +shot up to the second floor, and Tryon Dunham +stepped out in time to see the two men +snatch Mary's hands again and attempt to +bind them behind her back.</p> + +<p>In an instant he had seized Richard by the +collar and landed him on the hall carpet, +while a well directed blow sent the flabby Irishman +sprawling at the feet of the detective, +who promptly sat on him and pinioned his +arms behind him.</p> + +<p>"How dare you lay a finger upon this +lady?" said Tryon Dunham, as he stepped to +the side of his wife and put a strong arm +about her, where she stood white and frightened +in the doorway.</p> + +<p>No one had noticed that the bell-boy had +come to the head of the stairs and received +a quiet order from the detective.</p> + +<p>In sudden fear, the discomfited Richard +arose and attempted to bluff the stranger who +had so unwarrantly interfered just as his +fingers were about to close over the golden +treasure of his cousin's fortune.</p> + +<p>"Indeed, sir, you wholly misunderstand the +situation," he said to Dunham, with an air +of injured innocence, "though perhaps you +can scarcely be blamed. This girl is an +escaped lunatic. We have been searching for +her for days, and have just traced her. It +is our business to take her back at once. +Her friends are in great distress about her. +Moreover, she is dangerous and a menace to +every guest in this house. She has several +times attempted murder——"</p> + +<p>"Stop!" roared Dunham, in a thunderous +voice of righteous anger. "She is my wife. +And you are her cousin. I know all about +your plot to shut her up in an insane asylum +and steal her fortune. I have found you +sooner than I expected, and I intend to see +that the law takes its full course with you."</p> + +<p>Two policemen now arrived on the scene, +with a number of eager bell-boys and porters +in their wake, ready to take part in the excitement.</p> + +<p>Richard had turned deadly white at the +words, "She is my wife!" It was the death-knell +of his hopes of securing the fortune for +which he had not hesitated to sacrifice every +particle of moral principle. When he turned +and saw impending retribution in the shape +of the two stalwart representatives of the law, +a look of cunning came into his face, and +with one swift motion he turned to flee up +the staircase close at hand.</p> + +<p>"Not much you don't," said an enterprising +bell-boy, flinging himself in the way and +tripping up the scoundrel in his flight.</p> + +<p>The policemen were upon him and had him +handcuffed in an instant. The Irishman now +began to protest that he was but an innocent +tool, hired to help discover the whereabouts +of an escaped lunatic, as he supposed. He +was walked off to the patrol wagon without +further ceremony.</p> + +<p>It was all over in a few minutes. The +elevator carried off the detective, the policemen, +and their two prisoners. The door closed +behind Dunham and his bride, and the curious +guests who had peered out, alarmed by the +uproar, saw nothing but a few bell-boys standing +in the hall, describing to one another +the scene as they had witnessed it.</p> + +<p>"He stood here and I stood right there," +said one, "and the policeman, he come——"</p> + +<p>The guests could not find out just what +had happened, but supposed there had been +an attempted robbery, and retired behind +locked doors to see that their jewels were +safely hidden.</p> + +<p>Dunham drew the trembling girl into his +arms and tried to soothe her. The tears +rained down the white cheeks as her head lay +upon his breast, and he kissed them away.</p> + +<p>"Oh!" she sobbed, shuddering. "If you +had not come! It was terrible, <i>terrible</i>! I +believe he would have killed me rather than +have let me go again."</p> + +<p>Gradually his tender ministrations calmed +her, but she turned troubled eyes to his face.</p> + +<p>"You do not know yet that I am all I +say. You have nothing to prove it. Of +course, by and by, when I can get to my +guardians, and with your help perhaps make +them understand, you will know, but I don't +see how you can trust me till then."</p> + +<p>For answer he brought his hand up in +front of her face and turned the flashing +diamond—her diamond—so that its glory +caught the single ray of setting sun that +filtered into the hotel window.</p> + +<p>"See, darling," he said. "It is your ring. +I have worn it ever since as an outward sign +that I trusted you."</p> + +<p>"You are taking me on trust, though, in +spite of all you say, and it is beautiful."</p> + +<p>He laid his lips against hers. "Yes," he +said; "it is beautiful, and it is best."</p> + +<p>It was very still in the room for a moment +while she nestled close to him and his eyes +drank in the sweetness of her face.</p> + +<p>"See," said he, taking a tiny velvet case +from his pocket and touching the spring that +opened it. "I have amused myself finding +a mate to your stone. I thought perhaps +you would let me wear your ring always, +while you wear mine."</p> + +<p>He lifted the jewel from its white velvet +bed and showed her the inscription inside: +"Mary, from Tryon." Then he slipped it +on her finger to guard the wedding ring he +had given her at the church. His arm that +encircled her clasped her left wrist, and the +two diamonds flashed side by side. The last +gleam of the setting sun, ere it vanished behind +the tall buildings on the west, glanced +in and blazed the gems into tangled beams of +glory, darting out in many colored prisms to +light the vision of the future of the man +and the woman. He bent and kissed her +again, and their eyes met like other jewels, +in which gleamed the glory of their love +and trust.</p> + +<h3>THE END.</h3> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14632 ***</div> +</body> +</html> diff --git a/14632-h/images/1-tb.jpg b/14632-h/images/1-tb.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..6d577a7 --- /dev/null +++ b/14632-h/images/1-tb.jpg diff --git a/14632-h/images/1.jpg b/14632-h/images/1.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..e64ce5f --- /dev/null +++ b/14632-h/images/1.jpg diff --git a/14632-h/images/4.jpg b/14632-h/images/4.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..4187ae8 --- /dev/null +++ b/14632-h/images/4.jpg diff --git a/14632-h/images/emblem.jpg b/14632-h/images/emblem.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..f872e97 --- /dev/null +++ b/14632-h/images/emblem.jpg |
