PAGE SIX
iHE CAPITAL JOURNAL, SALEM. OREGON
WEDNESDAY. NOVEMBER 5. 1930
LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE
Hy Harold Graf
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CHAPTER SI
A NEW SHOCK
At half -past eteven on the follow
ing morning. Halite emerged Into
City Hall park, the wife of Lester
Broon. They entered a taxi.
"Where are we going t" ahe mur
mured. "To my rooms. Only Just around
the corner but I can aee you're
dead beat."
She made no recponae. He moved
as though to careai her, then sharp
ly restrained himself. Even in her
extremity ahe could find a caiue for
that.
&he looked back over their extra
ordinary Journey from Baltimore.
During It she bad effectively made
Lester afraid of her. The taxi was
pulling up.
As she got out, ahe saw a taxi
stand across the street. Without a
word to Lesttr, who was paying the
crossed over to It,
'Yes, miss?" inquired the owner
of the first cab, opening the door
Xor hr.
"One-twenty Broadway, please.
One moment, X must Just say good
bye to my friend."
Lester was striding toward her.
"Wait, Kallie "
"X will meet you two weeks from
today," She kept her voice perfectly i
even. "You have accepted my word J
of honor as to that, so we have no
thing more to discuss. I am going to
see a lawyer on some private bust'
new of my own."
He dragged at her arm. He wan
losing his head ahe had feared that
he might lose bis head after the
ceremony.
She knew what had happened.
The words that bound her to him
were ringing in his brain; the mem
ory of his ring on tier finger, of
himself putting it there, made a pic
ture that slid over that other picture
of the stern, cold, implacable strang
er who had Journeyed with him
from Baltimore. And tie had been
drinking.
"Hallle. darling, let's drop all that
Socks nonsense no life for you
etching up and carrying tor an in
valid! Come with me have a gor
geous time
"In two weeks. If you wish It, we
will go. You had better write to me
at Mrs. Bartholomew's in Soutbcliff
and arrange where I am to meet
you. Now take your hand off me or
I will scream for help as I screamed
yesterday. . . . Move aside. . . Thank
jou. Goodbye."
Sh: had a glimpse of him as her
cab rolled off a glimpse from which
she shrank. He looked he had forc
ed a smile to his llps-he looked, at
last and completely the age-old
satyr whose youth la eternal. The
beautiful desirous beast. She cover
ed her face with her hands.
It was during her Journey that she
had decided to seek out Mr. Perle.
At times. It had crossed her mind
as strange that she should have
found no letter from him on any of
her calls nt the Sotithcllff nostofflce.
It was possible that his fair-haired,
effected little ward and never de
livered the message. Certainly, the
original reason for wanting to see
htm no longer existed. Mrs. Barthol
omew had told her her name. "It
Is that I want, after all, to know If
I have any people of my own," Hal
lie told herself. "Anybody who could
help me If tilings get worse than I
can bear.
She gave her name to a clerk.
-Mlss Conaldtne?"
He looked confused and she had
to repeat it. She added
"I should be very glad If Mr. Perle
could spare me a few minutes. Per
haps you had better tell him that X
w&- Miss Ell?smore's niece."
The short, over-ffroomed man who
rose to receive her was not in the
least what she had expected Mr.
Ferle fc3 be. For one thing, he was
middle-afccd Instead of very old and
for another, he seemed to be re
pressing excitement at siifht of her.
"Miss Ellesmore's niece. I think
you said? Miss Harriet la Ellesmore?
'Indeed! . . . You must forgive me,
but It is so many, many yean since
I had the pleasure of seeing Miss
Ellesmore.
"She died five years ago." said
Hal be.
Mr. Perle bowed his head.
"Indeedi" he said very softly. "I
had no idea. Ah, well! I remember
her great affection for you, my dear
young lady. She was concerned,
moreover, about the question of
your ah name."
"She brought me up In her own
name." agreed Hallle. "Stie offered
once to tell me who X was but I re
fused to hear her. X had gathered
that my lather had abandoned my
mother and me and I didnl want
to talk about him. But when ahe was
dying. Aunt Harry gave me your
name and your private address and
said that li I ever changed my mind
you could tell me who I waft."
That Is so," he assented. "Your
parentage " he paused and shook
bis head. "Not a happy one."
"I know that my father mas a
criminal. An old friend of my aunt's
with whom I stayed some tune ago,
told me, told me my name. Also Uial
my father tliat there was a scare b
for him."
"You should hare come to me In
the first place."
"Well, I did, but you were not at
home."
"My servants should have Inform
ed me," fumed Mr. Perle. "You left
a message?"
Halite did not want to draw dcru
his wroth upon his lair-hatred ward
who had taken her message, but his
inquiries were searching. At last she
obliged to relate the circumstances
of the encounter.
"Most careless. X am deeply sorry
it occurred."
"X remember Miss Ellesmore once
Informed me." said Mr. Perle, "that
to the best of her belief no one
knew of your parentage beyond her
self. You say that a friend of hers
knew?"
"Yes." Pot. a reason she could not
herself understand. Halite became
reluctant to give Mrs. Bartholomew's
name. "Perhaps my aunt confided
in her later.
"Miss Coualdlne, did Miss Elles
more ever mention your mother?"
"She was her sister, wasn't she?"
There was a pause.
"Wasn't ahe?" repeated HallU.
But she knew the answer.
That was no doubt the best thing
for you to think at the time,"
brea tlied Mr. Perle.
"Can you give me any other facts
about my father, Mr. Perle?" Her
voice broke as she said It.
"He was a scoundrel. It Is better
that I should speak plainly. He was
not of your mother's social class and
her Infatuation for him ended In
tragedy. In the eyes of the world,
the greatest tragedy that can over
take a woman, overtook her. He was
not even free to give her the pro
tection of his name.
"I see," said Hallle.
"He was already married," con
tinued Mr. Perle, "and after he de
serted your mother he returned to
his wife and had, by her, one daugh
ter. She Is the Miss Rose Conaldlne
whose name one so often sees In the
society columns. Yes. It Is curious
that he should have given both his
daughters the name of Rose. I be
lieve that It was his mother's."
"I see." repeated Hallle.
She supiweed she could go now.
"My father Is dead?"
"Undoubtedly. Is not that the
opinion of your friend Miss ah
Mrs."
"Mrs: Bartlwlomew." Hallle could
see no way out of it.
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