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Lflic had the address he had .given
.her in New.York. It was a fashion
able hotel, where Frank Warner lived
most of the year. And now, with the
lapse of two months, she Was still un
certain. She was waiting for Jack. She ex
pected him that evening and she
started up as a ring came at the door,
her heart beating wildly. But it was
only Louise, who often came in to
see her at that hour on her way back
from the office, where she was de
tained an hour later than May.
"He hasn't come yet?" she asked.
"No," answered May.
"You must be anxious to see him,
May. If my fiance had been away for
two months you bet I'd have worn
out my shoes running to the door to
peek up the street and see whether
he was coming."
-"I hope you will have one soon,
Louise," said May.
Louise Martin giggled. "I came
near having one this summer," she
said. "Listen May. Can you keep a
secret? You won't tell a soul, because-
well, there's somebodyI'
shouldn't like to know about it."
. May promised.
"Do you remember .that awfully
good-looking fellow at the hotel, who
seemed interested in you what was
his name? Prank Warner, to be sure.
Well, after you'd gone he just fol
lowed me round same way he fol
lowed you. My! I used to laugh at
hini at first, but he had a sort of irre
sistible way about him and and I
let him kiss me once. That was the
night before I went away."
May felt her heart grow colder
"I remember his words, May. He
said: 'I love you, Louise, and I shall
always love you.' Gave me his ad
dress, too, at one of the big New York
hotels. His nerve sort of" paralyzed
me that was why I let him kiss me,
I guess. And I taxed him with having
been chasing you, and he said he did
take to ypu, but that was only be
cause you were with me. And he. I
1 told me he didn't believe In doing
anything rash, and he didn t want my
answer right away, but that I was to
think it over, whether I could learn
to care for him, and write and let
him know. Wasn't that an awful
nerve, Maisie? i
"Well, what do you think! I found
out after, through the Hoffman&r
you remember those nice girls from
Saratoga, who were staying there,
that he'd tried the same game with a
half a dozen of the young women at
the hotel and some of them had
fallen for it. And what do you think
he is. A professional lady-killer. I
mean, he does It for a living."
"Sure! Isn't it dreadful to think of
what a fellow will do? It seems he's
hired by the hotel every season to
make himself agreeable to the girls,
so-that they'll stay there a long tim,ef
And that New York address of his 4s
just a fake. Do you' know what he
really is? A tailor!"
"Louise!" cried May again, and
every word was like a stab in the
heart to her.
"I know it's horrid, dear, but that's
the truth, and that's why you mustn't
ever breathe a word about what I'v
been telling you. Miss Peterson of
Wimpole told me before I left the next
morning. She said he's a ladies,'
tailor and that she'd actually seen
him in his shop. And when trade's
slack in the summer he goes to tha$
place and takes up his odious occu
pation toeke out his income. I shall
never go there again, will you, May?;'
"Indeed, no," answered May Har
well. "Well, that's all, dearie, and how I
guess I'll be going, because I don,'t
want to spoil your pleasure when
Jack arrives." And she made her
way out of the house.
May looked into the fire and re
membrance of Jack came home to.
her with a flood tide of bitterness.
She thought of his goodness, his un
failing kindness, his tender consider
ation ior her, his eternal faith.-