OF INTEREST' TO A GIRL AND A New and Vital Romance of City Life by Virginia Terhune Van *ie Water CHAPTER LIX (Copyright, 1916, Star Company.) A sense of horror, a fear of some thing awful and intangible, gripped Agnes Morley when she found herself aione. Mtumbling forward, she ran out Into tffle hall, forgetful of appearances, re gardless of the fact that others might hear her voice and wonder at her agi tation. "Phil! Phil!" she called. But the echo of the downward rush of feet on the stairs, then the slam ming of the heavy lower door were the only answers to her voice. And now over the girl like an icy wave swept the memory of her lover's last words: "I'm going to see Bainbridge. He won't trouble you again." She dragged her heavy feet back into the living room. Jennie came in right behind her. "Please, Miss Agnes," she began, but at the sound Agnes started violently. "Oh!" she exclaimed. The ejacu lation was almost like a scream, and the maid shrank back, appalled. "Excuse me, please, ma'am," she stammered. "I thought you heard me coming. I did not mean to scare you like that." "Yes —you did me." Agnes fried to speak steadily, going toward :he window as if to look out that the jlrl might not see her reddened eyes. 'But I should not have exclaimed as t did. I must have been a little nerv -5U8." "Indeed, ma'am, you've had enough :o make you nervous." the kind hearted Irish girl agreed. "I came in jecause I thought I heard you call out lomething. My kitchen door was shut. iut I heard your voice, and it sounded tind of frightened. I thought, so I :ame right in. Is anything the mat- j er?" "Why. no—nothing—that is, I tried 0 call Mr. Hale—there was something 1 wanted to speak to him about, but is was gone before I—before I—could nake him hear me. I did not know : was calling so loudly." Jennie is Mistaken The girl lingered awkwardly. She I lad jumped to the conclusion that her tmployer's agitation was due to some >ad news with regard to Miss Lucy klorley. At last, when Agnes still re nalned with her back to the room, r ennie summoned courage to ask a [uestion. "Please, ma'am" —with a preliml tary clearing of the throat —"did you —l—mean—is Miss Lucy any worse?" A sudden inspiration came to Agnes' ellef. Since Miss Lucy was so very 11, why not let tho maid think that this act had caused the red eyes and swol sn fact; of the niece? It might be a lit like prevarication—and yet back of I 11 hv troubles lay Miss Lucy's illness. ' Jut for that all these dreadful things] rould not have happened. &oa/< cm *y(p£/ier£o*^L f ftj* / I Ja that she may go through the \ I tryln * ordeal of motherhood with as J Uttle P aln M possible—this can be * reality when "Mother's Friend"/ 006fc9k\ has been nsed regularly preceding / \ TJie confinement. Get I \ ! 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MONTGOMERY r Phone 600 Third and Chestnut Sts. — m ht Telegraph Want Ads Use Telegraph Want Ads mtmmmrm* "Miss Lucy la very 111, Jennie," she said, somewhat unsteadily, but, turn- Ins toward the girl, "I saw Dr. Martin this morning. He says she must have a more serious operation than he an ticipated." "Oh, ma'am—and when will it be?" the girl asked, anxiously. "As soon as possible. Perhaps to day—more probably to-night or to morrow. As you know, I was expect ing an operation, but not such a dan gerous one as this," "No wonder you're upset about It, Miss Agnes." Tears came to the maid's eyes as she looked pityingly at the agitated girl before her. "Are you sure, ma'am, that you wouldn't rather have me stay the night through? You see. ma'am, It's going on into the afternoon now, and I can stay just as well." "No." Agnes said decidedly. "I will be all right alone." Then, seeing the girl's face fall, she added, "but yes, stay if you like. It will be good to know you are nar—only, Jennie, please don't disturb me, for I want to be alone to think over some things." All the afternoon she waited, some times pacing the room restlessly, at other times going from the window, occasionally trying to read. Only once did Jennie intrude upon her privacy, and this was at dusk, when she en tered with a tray of food. "Try to eat a bit," she urged, then withdrew softly. Agnes ate a little; then, as the dusk changed to night, she sat in the dark parlor, still waiting for the ring of the doorbell, for the return of the man who loved her. for something, she knew not what, that was coming. But nothing came, and when the mantel clock struck 10 she gave up her vigil and went to bed. For a while the darkness about her seemed Inscribed In letters of fire with the words Phil had spoken as he left her —"l'm going to see Bainbridge. He won't trouble you again." At last, worn out by her emotions, she slept— an unhappy slumber filled with uneasy dreams. And while she dreamed, men of an uptown detective bureau gathered in the corridor of a flashily handsome apartment house where an ashen faced negro elevator boy took them upstairs to a door that had been broken In. Later, when the first editions of the morning papers appeared on the street, people returning home at dawn yielded to the lure of the staring head lines and read of a new murder that had startled the city. For Hasbrook Bainbridge was dead. They had laid him on the big brass bed in his bachelor apartment. They had washed the gross face clean of blood, and a sleek undertaker had pressed the thick lips together over the gap left by the bullet which had j knocked out two of his front teeth. 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