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THE VEILED LADY
3 mz Dsame Toonstock
1 i i vas 'moving his of-
f -Lit is whatjthere was of it
to move It was a forlorn disheart
ening job. For five years he had
maintained fair space and respecta
ble furniture and fixtures. Now bad
luckj and poor business had been his
ot. He had lost his grip and was
compelled to step down the line to a
ery poor position indeed.
He owed five months' rent and had
honorably turned over to the build
ing his entire office possessions all
except the clumsy tied-up bundle he
earned in his arms. This contained
his account books, legal papers and
a few desk utensils.
John was depressed and abstract
ed. He did not notice that a veiled
lady and a small child had alighted
from a handsome limousine at the
curb. He ran right into the little one,
felt the contact, drew back, with the
child unharmed, but his precious
bundle fell from his arms and its con
tents scattered wide on the side
walk. "I am so stupid!" he faltered in
apologetic tones to the lady, but she
proceeded to assist him in gathering
up the load he had dropped. She
came to a card photograph in a met
al case. There was a quiver to her
voice as she handed it to him.
"The glass is broken," she said.
"Ah, but the picture is intact!" ex
claimed John in a tone of deep thank
fulness. "I prize it very highly, mad
am, and I shall not forg"et your kind
ness to a stranger."
Then, with a courtly bow that was
latural to him, for he was a gentle
man, every inch of him, he passed on
The lady hastened to the crub.
She motioned the chauffeur to bend
"That man," she said rapidly
"who dropped the papers."
"Yes, ma'am, I see him," was the
"Follow him, see where he goes,
learn something about his circum
stances, if you can."
She went into the store she had
started for, bought her juvenile com
panion some comfits and returned
to await the return of her messen
ger. "Madam," reported the latter, "the
gentleman you directed me about is
a Mr. John Bryan. "He took his traps
to a little desk in a big barn of an of
fice let out to poor brokers and the
"I Have Come to See You on Busi
ness. like. It seems he did a good business
once, but lost his grip and he has lit
tle left. I learned though, that he is
respectable, of good habits and all
that, and honest as the day is long."
"Poor soul," murmured the veiled
lady and there was a faint suggestion
of a sob in her tone. "And I had al
most forgotten! How strange that
we should meet again in this odd
way! He is the same patient, ten
der, true-hearted. If I had never left
him, how much misery might have
beea spared me,'