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j Miss Edith Brown sat on the bottommost of a short flight of steps, with her back to an invisible house, gazing into an invisible world, Her left arm she had pass- ed through the iron raliing by her side; with her right hand she clutched the handle of her small portable typewriter ease. Every. where around her was fog--fog.of the orange-yellow description, choking, enveloping. For more than half an hour she had been wandering about, patient and unm. afraid, as was her habitude, bdut in a state of complete geographical confusion, How she had found her way into this square she had ne idea! But, after the hooting of cars almost in her ears, the hoarse shouts of bewildered vedestrians, the muffled turmoil of a great thoroughfare, she was very we!l content to sit for a few minutes fn an atmosphere of peace. It was not for her to know that the quiet which she found so soothing was to pe the prelude to storms such as she had never dreamed of, to days of breathless living, to vivid pateh- es of romance, to journeyings in. a new and terrifying world, Probab- ty. if she could have seen Inta the closely curtained room a few yards behind her, which she was present- iy to enter, she would have picked ap her neatly packed typewriter and rushed out into the gulf of unsav- ory darkness, careless of where she went or how, Or, agaln--perhaps not, Miss Brown, notwithstanding her demure appearance, had suffer- od all her life from an unprobed spirit of romance, Lost in the Fog She sat deliberating upon Ther whereabouts, The roar In her ears must come, she fancied, from Ken. sington High street, the tharough- ~~ fave which she had recently quitted, and she must have found her way Into one of those secluded and opn- {ent squares lving to the southeast of it. Presently, she decided, she would make another effort toward tting a little pearer to her rooms n Shepherd's Market by secking pne of the tubes in the vicinity. While she was making up har mind . to start, however, the front door groped and just Even in res. behind her opened, & man is way down the steys, 'avoided falling over her, fig surprise he showed the traint of his class, "I beg your pardon" We sald, quietly. *'T didn't see that any ene was there," "I hone I'm not a nylsance," she ventured. "I lost my way In the fox and. 1 was trying to think ont where I was," "#¥ou are quite welcome to om there, madam," be assured her, s Was the Point of passing #8 when he was suddenly attracted by the sight of the square case she was carrying. He stooped down and looked at it more closely. His face was so near now that it almost touched hers--the smooth face of the 'gentleman's servant" with neat collar and hlack tie There was something about his expression, however, which denoted underneath the ealm exterior a ferment within, "Is that a typewriter?' he asked, quickly, "It is," she answered, "You're not 8 typiet by any chance, miss?" he asked again, with s queer mote of eagerness in his tone. "1 am," she admitted, I have been out doing some work In Ken- sington, and I am trying to nd my way home," He leaned over until she was el- most afraid, He seemed to be studying her face hungrily. It wae an honest face, mot without at- traction even in that drab back- ground, The man drew a little breath. There was a certain 'hick. ness about his speech, ss though he had been running. "Will you do some work for a gentleman inside --~ important work?" "Certainly," she assented. wel- coming the idea of even 8 tempor- ary shelter. "I was going out to try to discov- er a typewriting office," he explain- ed, "It is » strange thing that I should find you sitting there, Come . in, please." She rose to her fest apd follow- ed him up the remaining steps. He opened the front door with a Iatehkey, and closed It again care- '.. fully, drawing both boltz. In the "hal ; bis fingers upon the oR door, he paused. *¥You Won't Be Afraid?" "The gentleman," he confided, "is fil. That is why there is haste. You won't be afraid?" "Of course not." she answered. "Why should I be?" Her composure seemed to please " "him. He ushered her into a room which might have been a library, put which seemed now as though pandemonium had struck it. There * were suitcases and guncases upon the floor, an overturnei chair, evi- dences of some cyclopic dalsturban- ce: yet in the background thers was plenty of good furniture amd two sides of the wall were lned with well-filled bookeases. Upon a sofa near the fire a man was lying, whose face when she emiered was turned from her. In her guiet way, Miss Brown was obserrant, and two things struck her; first, 8 cut tele- phone wire flopping dows upon the fioor, leaving the instrument with a foot of green cord hanging from tae receiver; diy, a quaint oflor which at first she could mot pisce--it reminded her vaguely of trustworthy, but she musi under- head. She had an impression of a lcng, oval face, the cheekbones a little high, the mouth hard and grim, dark hair and deep-set eyes which seemed to be looking her through and through, He was ap~ parently of about 40 years of age, of medium height, {inclined to be thin, and yet with a auggestion of muscular strength about his atti. tude and the breadth of his shoul- ders. His voice, by which she was apt to judge men, failed her. He spoke with difficulty and as though iu pain, 3 "Where did Mergen find you?" he demanded. : "Sitting upon your doorstep," she replied, "I have been lost in the fog." . He nodded, The explanation was sufficient. : "You are am expert shorthand writer? J "I am considered go." He leaned over, turned up a lamp by his slde and made a gesture to his servant, wha touched a furth- er switeh which filled the room with light, With a twinga of ab vious pain the man raised himself upon his couch. share a' bed-sitting 'room im Shep- herd's Market with a girl whe is generally away in the country, I have very good references. 1 was 1 am trustworthy. I.have had work of -some importance given to..me from time to time." . "Do you mind taking a risk?" he asked eagerly. "If you do this work for me it. may change many things in your life, You will be well paid, but you may have to give up everything else for a time. You may even have to hide = ar it honest work?" she ventur- ed. "I am not a thief or & erfminal, It that is what you mean" he as- sured her. 'You won't break any laws by working for me. Tt will 'be the law-breakers You will have to fear. My name is 'Dessiter--Colode! Dessiter," ° : : "The explorer?" she exclaimed. "Yes." - She unfastened her' mackiatosh,' hung it tidily over the hack of her chair and produced hér nntehoak, Any hesitation which she may have felt had vanished, "I should like to undertake any oth oi do. and drained réespectably brought up. 1 know] ln stood by side, and contents, "Would you like me to riag?™ she asked compassiomately, but He shook his head. Ris slight movement had disc] something ae» + which its 'without any signs of fiurrey, | which for a moment had made her fingers shake, There was a rough bandage under. his coat a stala on the left side. She closed her eyes. was forgotten, : : "1 am all right he declared. finished with yon. You're mnot-- getting nervous?" i . She smiled across at him reas. suringly, "1 can take down everything that you give me," she promised, 'her pen poised over the paper, her fingers firm, ! : " "And ask-no questions?™ ! :%And ask. no questions.' | He recommenced. Rstaordinary Dictation '5 when the door of the house in Lambertson Square had opened. and Miss Brown had been transported ter past™ 8 when, after a brief pause; the 'man om the couch half clased hia eves, ° "That's all," he announced. Miss Brown remained with the 'pen still poised !a her hand. Her eves scemed to have arown larg- er, There wai a new, axpression 'n her face--ihe expression nf the vizionary. Sha sat quite still, gaz. Jing steadily through the opposite wall of the room. Her thoughts "Do you mind coming a little » nearer?" he invited, Miss Brown la!d her case upon the table and approached the feor of the couch, The suffering man looked at her with sn unfathom- able expression shining out of his clear eyes----the expression nt one who seeke wistfully, hopefully yet with deep anxiety, Miss Brown was wearing a brown mackintish whish had seen better days, and a plain little felt hat, suitable for the weather, Her gloves hag heen mended, her shoes were tidy and her skirt not too short, She had blue eyes, a rather broad forehead plexion, except for the presence of an occasion freckle, was unusually fair and delicate, The little wisps standing straight out under her hat, were of an agreeable . color, What seemed to bring relief to the man who was studying her, Low- ever, was the fact that her blue eyes met his without once making any effort yhatever to.avoiq his. "I must know something about you before we begin to work," he said unexpectedly, "Do you mean that you want a reference? You can ring up the college where I was trained, or ashy of my clients--but I see you can't," she added, looking at the cut eord, "I don't mean that sort of re- ference at all," he amswered, "I don't understand your being there --upon my doorstep." "It happened just as I told you." she assured him, "I was trying to find my way home, and tke square seemed so quiet and restful [ sat down for a moment." "You had no idea where you were?" he asked, his eyes demand- ing the truth, "Not the slightest in the world." He seemed to some ex'ent satis- fied, He raised himself a little higher on the comch, "Understand this, please." he went on. "I have some dictation of very vital importance which I must give to some one tonight--Iin cate things go wrong with me. You can see that I am ill. The person to whom I give it must not only be stand that the fact of her havisg my notes in her possession may lead ber into danger. What sort of 8 person are you?" What's Behind Screen? She remained quite patient with bim and absolutely composed. Not- withstanding the quietness of ber manner, however, her pulses were beating ga little faster, She felt a curious tingling in her veins. There was something there behind the screeli--the leather screen which sheltered the far side of the room ---2 man's leg, the shee splashed with mud, the bottom of the :rou- ser turned up. She looked away with 2 shudder. It occurred to her fireworks. "I have found a young lady or) fot. sin," her escort announced. . The man spon the sola turped bis afterward as extaordinery that she icked no question. and an attraetive mouth, Her com. |= work of yours," she sald, "I am "Where dig Mergen 7nd yen!" he demrnidod "Siting" on Yung Goede, she replied, ready to begin mow." vn "You wen't mind if It brings you a certain' amount Of troable, perhaps--I must make you 'undap- stand this----of danger?' he persist. ed, She was already establishing her- self, and hed:drawn her chair a little elcser to him, Without her mackintosh, he saw 'that she was very neatly dressed -in: a plain one- plece gown of blue serge, that her (throat was pleasantly white, and that her figure was slimmer and daintier than it had seemed under the enveloping mackintosh, "I am not afraid of anything in lite," she assured him, smiling very quietly for the first time, "At ieast, that is perbaps not quite true, I am afraid sometimes, when every day is exactly llke the others, of hecom- ing discontented, I don't undor- stand, of course, what you mean, whether you are trying to frigiiten me or not, I don't see how just tak- ing down what you want me lo type for you can lead me into any sort of danger here in London, However, even If it should, I am perfectly willing to do it all the same," The Stir of Romance The man upon-the sofa gave a sigh of satisfaction, His eyes rested upon her to 8 moment appreciafive- dy. . With her stylo pen in her fing- ers, her book, with its virgin ppg- es stretched out flat before her, ker lips a little puckered, her eyes fixed expectantly upon him, she possessed an air of complete effi- ciency, the air of a woman alike caable and well poised. "I bave been very fortunate," he said, "that you chose to rest upon my doorstep... Whether you will think yourself equally fortunm~ 'ate jn days to come Or mbt I do not know, At least you will not be bored, Please take down." #as As her pen moved Miss Brown felt unsuspected depths within her being respond to.a mew and grow. ing sense of excitement, She realiz- ed for the first time, mag one after the other she turned over the pages, the starvation of her simple life. I: was romance for which she had craved, the stir of life lived - for other purposes than successful eom- ment on polities of County Coun- cil type. She" felt -aronn' her the glow of the world of which some- times in her happiest moments she had had faint, shadowy dreams born only to vanish like spring clouds. The blood began to tingle in her veins. Never once did her confident pen-fiag: Occasionally he In each case she x faultlessly. To her own ears, her voice sounded umpemotional. The man op the couch knew - better. Me feit the response in her 20 the drama of that stfamge world into which she wes passing at his bidd-| jing. Once bis voice faltered, a repeated it] J weg duit Ioan fox strange ~ ¢itles, burning under strange suns, feeling the breath of unexploited dangers, looking on, powerless at horrible Jeads, all the time tight-lipped, silent, walking with circumspect indifference through a maelstrom of diverse passions, patches at first in that variegated scheme of 'achievemen'--passages 'of luxury and wonder, It was only . toward the end that she felt as though she had been led by the hand through the maz2s of some inferno, and pauged to see the whole world rocking before , the terrors to come,. . The ful] signifi- cance of the story to which she had listened and to which her pan had given effect, had at tha! moment scarcely dawned upon her, All that she realized were her own newly discovered emotions, the difference in herself which this amazing tlash- light into an unknown world aad hrought ahout. She suddenly fane- fed herself once more making - her sedate way, satchel in hand. rlong Holborn, her notebnok and ° pen ready to take down from dictation a price list of surgical annlinnees, jewelry, ladies' underciothes, practical and full' of eommon sense." fhe principal of her esllez> had said about Miss Brown when she left to start for -herself, "A girl, : who eowld be: trusted anywhere." The new Miss Brown was not 'the present; closed her bpok verently, chel. Then she rose to her feet, Don't you think," she ventured, "that you eught to send for a doe-| tor?" MWhy?" he- asked. Once more ghe sniffed the rather close atmosphere of the room. | "Because," she sald. "you have] apparently been shot. vou are fll: and your wound ough! to be pro-; perly dressed." H "The time hasp't come for the! doctor yet," he told her.' "Mergen! will send for him presently, as a matter of form. It really doesn't matter. I'm' going to die." He spoke with an indifference free from bravado, yet somehow eonvin- cng. She found herse!f accepting the situation with perfect calmmess. | . Read on into the thrilling adventures of Miss Brown sad Infant daughter of G. L. Kellogg. Galion, Ohio, slept seven days and wag nourished artificially, Growth of six inches of corn fin 24 houtt f¥ mew rotord established | * My pame fis Brown" she fe- | counted. "f am a8 orphan pug I gray pailor crent almost to his] reves HF Srdtehsd ost Hi" "hand in Howard County, Irdidea. -» wg ae When she opened: them again it' "At least 1 shall be until I have) hi last don Mondat: ; It had been twenty minutes ta into her new world, It was a gnaf+' were aflame. She was travelling in "There had heen sunny or some commodity of the eort, and the thought set her shivering, "So £0 sure **# She forced herself back to' re- adjusted the elastic band' ground it, and placed it in her sat-| THE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, THURSDAY, AUGUST 2, 1928 ISAFE-GRAGKER DOES JOB FOR N.J. POLICE ta Called Upon When Head: ---- {|. Atlantic ity, NJ. Aug. 1.-- | |The "Prince of Safecrackers" did i A tall, shabby figure, his face il arawn by weeks of bumming 'but with a strange--nearly happy-- gleam in his eyes, the prince twirl- ed the dial on a safe in police headquarters and, when his sensi- {tive fingers felt the tumblers fall, twisted the knob and swung wide the heavy door. : It was the strangest surround- ings in which the prince had ever | worked and his reward was neither cash nor a jail sentence but in- stead 'a big breakfast, a handful of cigars, a much-needed job, and a "chance to go straight." Rising stify as though from the pages of an O. Henry yarn, the prince (police refused to reveal his name) shambled into headquarters looking for a "flop" and battling to keep up his morale, to keep in- side the law despite the dogged Anniversay Sale now on. a Dominion Clothing Co. 08 King St, W, Phone 8141 We Deliver pursuit of hard luck. There was) 20 one to hear his hoarse, whisper-: ed request for a place to sleep. Police were busy, the station safe was locked, the combination lost, and within an hour the records im the irom box must be in court or there would be a serious delay. Presently someone became aware of an angular figure, an indeter- midate face, and two eyes that watched the safe and the worried police officers, Them a drawling voice said: "1 used to be the prince of my profession and my profession was opening the boxes." : For a moment they ignored him, Then, realizing that drilling the safe would be an expemsive and tedious task, they offered to let hin try' it. The prince looked around ner- vously, then asked for a piece of sandpaper. They brought it. "World Beater" ""I used to be a world beater, he explained hesitantly, as he rubbed his fingertips with the sandpaper. His questioning eyes sought the police captain's expres- sionless face. y "I rub my fingertips to make them sensitive," the prince went on. "You see I haven't done it for years." He bent over the dials, whirled them tenderly, and let his finger- tips--filed down until the thin viens were on lightly on the metal. "I got sent up once," he said, "Ten years in Missouri. Now I'm going straight if--" The bright eyes gleamed; the dials twirled easily; the prince was more and .more absorbed in his "profession." : "Watch now! I'll show!" The dials whirled faster. A score of policemen watched in silence the surface--rest | sm------ while the prince ed. Now!" The door swung open. The prince sat back, Five minutes had pass- ed. They fed him and thanked him. They got him a job. 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