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the city and later see herself and her
luggage safe on the train.
"Here's the card with her name on
it and the hotel," explained Ray
mond, tendering a much-crumpled
bit of pasteboard, upon which Rolfe
noted the words: "Palace hotel" and
"Miss Eunice Ralston."
"See here, Raymond," he suggest
ed, after a moment's thought, "we
can't disappoint and perplex this
young lady. I'm going to take you
home, and don't you show your face
publicly until you report at the of
fice in the morning to Mr. Wharton.
The young lady doesn't know you
and will be gone then. Mr. Wharton
will never know the difference. Give
me one of your cards and I will be
special envoy guide to this Miss Eu
nice. Ralstqn. I've got nothing else
to do' and it will be a break in the
That was true. Rolfe Durward
had, indeed, nothing else to do. He
had money, he was idle, he, was bored
to death most of the time. He got
one of his cards from young Ray
mond, conveyed that befuddled indf
vidual to-his home and started the
car for the Palace hotel, prepared to
act out the counting-room clerk.
His glance lingered as, 1,0 minutes
later, a graceful, lovely-facedyoung
girl came tripping across the side
walk from the ladies' entrance of the
hotel, and timidly and then blush
ingly faltered, as she beheld this
handsomely dressed young man at
"I have come for Miss Ralston,"
spoke up Rolfe, discerning her em
barrassment. "Mr. Wharton wishes
me to show you some of the city."
"How kind, how very kind!" she
murmured, dignified, proud and filled
with glowing anticipations. "You
see," she added artlessly "I have
never been in a large city before."
She looked it, and very unlike the
richly-garbed Misses 'Wharton, her
cousins, for everything about her
proclaimed the country girl, but. oh!
how exquisite the wild rose face! the
childishly innocent eyes! the natural
grace that made Rolfe Durward feel'
that he had fallen upon an adventure
that roused him magically out of the
dreary routine of a life of ennui!'
She sat beside him in the seat, a
vivid flash of delight, for the next two
hours, as he took a spin through the
splendid park system of the city.
Then there' was a refection, dainty,
charming to the inexperienced young
girl. Her pure delight charmed and
-stimulated her fascinated escort.
"If there is any one place more
than another you would like to visit,"
he suggested " the theater? yesN
and there is a baseball game "
"Oh no!" she interrupted quickly
"the Art institute," and, once
among the pictures and statuary,
Miss Eunice Ralston began to unfold.
Rolfe was amazed at discovering
the germ of a great artistic genius
in this crude country girl. She for
got that they were strangers, as she
surveyed the beautiful canvasses and
discussed them, betraying a soulful
appreciation of these that amazed
There was one picture, a little gem
that held her rapt interest for fully
an hour. She went back to it a half
dozen times. She had tried to paint
like that, but, ah!, how presumptu
ous! how daring!
Rolfe Durward carried through his,
part, respectfully, attentively and
enjoyably. They had become so
friendly that his heart experienced a
quick regret when they parted at the
railroad depot After that it seemed
as if, like some dusty, parched flow
er, his soul had revealed for the
nonce in sweet, invigorating dew!
Then Rolfe Durward did an act
characteristic of him. It cost four
hundred dollars to purchase the pic
ture Eunice had so admired at the
Art institute. He sent it to her with
out an explanation.
"It will cheer her humble life," he
cheated his longing heart into say
ing. "I like to do good. I wish I
could forget her!"