he and Florence, a couple of co-eds, should have thrown themselves upon a rough-looking woman in the heart of the city on a street with whic

she aske

Florence, drawing the

that child fr

ess w

id we

t I've been

and the magnificent Gothic architecture spread out before her. She thought of the wretched alle

ieve. We sent her back to her little old tottering man. I do think she loves

glad we did

who by this time was going

the c

so a

otten it. Had Lucile dreamed what it contained she would not have passed it up for a thousand breakfasts. Since she didn't, sh

y work, then dinner as evening comes. In the evening paper an advertis

EW

all copy of The Compleat Angler which disappe

ned by Fra

the book he showed me only yesterday, the little first edi

ng sensation

ld have taken it," she

t, there was the gargoyle bookmark in the inside cover, the same as in

ould have liked delving more deeply into the mystery which had all but take

, clear-cut, carefully dressed, studious, energetic and accurate, he set an example which was hard to follow. He had taken a b

e in he paused by her des

that set of Shakespeare. Sort of gives our section a

ath. What was he driving

r mental questioning, "I'd say it was tucked away somewhere and w

in reflection, t

ustified in protecting a person w

ry on one of those nights of her watching? Did he suspect her? For a second the color rushed flamin

if one felt that there were circumstances about t

story of Jean Valjean in French. Translating a great story a little each day, bit by bit, is such

nod

because he tried to get out, they kept him there years and years. Then when they at last let him out, in spite of it all, after he had come into contact with a beautiful, unselfish old man, he be

y. "When I get arrested I'

erself, laughed heartily.

orry too much about that set of Shakespeare. Someway I

n as he turned to walk away, sai

All r

the old man and the strange child lived. A light shone out of the window with the torn shade as they loitered alo

in time," brea

first night I saw her," Lucile w

ence as they hurried along after her. "That means a long tri

hy

ech short to grip

d excitedly, "did you he

, ye

itated. Luci

I looked about there was no one in sight. You d

ourse

oman who tried to c

nother part of the city. Pr

is now. I hear it.

"It's your nerves. You'd better go

e train boarded by the child, a train which she knew would c

I get in," she grumbled to h

cious of her scrutiny, sat curled up in the corner of a near-by seat,

," she whispered to herself as the train

as not a little troubled by the thought of those footsteps

!" she whispered to herse

e; was puzzling over it still when

e same train. He appeared almost to be avoiding her b

to walk those five lonely

he murmured, but he

nced at hi

rself. "Our friendship's had too much of the ordinary

mbled along over commonplaces. Each studiously avoid

relieved as he left he

ome over him? He has always been so frank and fin

l upon the papier-mache lunch box. Her hand half reached fo

he murmured. "

, dreaming of her pal, and in that dream she saw her