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It was the owner of the place who
came to her aid finally,
“Down,’ you, Snappy!" he com
manded, attracted by the uproar, from
the kitchen where he was supervising
the cooking. Snappy paused, looked
• up sidewise at his master, back yearn
ingly at the kitten.
“Come here, sir!" and as the dog
reluctantly obeyed, “down, Snappy!
Lie down!"
Before the crestfallen terrier had
assumed a-recumbent position on the
floor, Jan had Pussy-puff in her arms
and was hurrying him toward his bas
ket. ’
“You have your dog well trained,”
she told the proprietor, smiling, as
she fastened the door of the basket
on the kitten and started back .to the
bus.
“Good dogs, these fox etrriers,” said
the man, pleased at her praise, “easy
to teach.” ‘ •
Jan could hear the roar of the mot
or as the bus driver prepared to shove
off. Everyone else had gone. She
burned back at the door. -
“Merry Christmas!” she called.
“Merry Christmas, Snappy!”
Paul Harris was often perturbed,
but he was rarely upset. And of all
the occasions when he was upset,
there had been few when he was wor-
’ried as he was at ten o’clock of the
morning of December twenty-fo-urth.
The chambermaid assigned to the
rooms on Jan’s floor* had come
straight to him — very properly, too
— with a note she had found pinned
to Jan’s pillow. The bed had n,ot been
slept in, the maid reported. Paul read
the note, holding it with fingers that
quivered slightly as he absorbed the
contents.“To whom it may concern," he read
“don’t worry about me. 'When I get
back I’ll explain everything. Jan Pay-
son."Paul thanked the chambermaid and
sent her on her way. Then he rang
the Deverest residence, found out
from the butler where Tony was like
ly to be at the moment and finally
located him.“I’ll be over,” said Tony-* hanging
up while Paul was still speaking.
The next half hour was a nightmare
to Paul.
“No, I haven’t any idea where she
could have gone. No, I didn’t say
anything to h-urt her feelings. That
note there; Mr. Deverest,>was the first
inkling I had that she wasn’t here.”.
“But when did she leave? Did she
’appear in the show last-night?”
“I gave her last night off,” said
Paul sadly. “I thought she ought to
rest up for the big doings tonight.
And this is what I get for being so
thoughtful."
“Maybe Dora knows where she
Went.”
“That’s an idea,” said Paul, bright;
ening. “I’ll go around to the hospi
tal and ask her,”
“Don’t frighten her,” said Tony
from the doorway. He was on his way
upstairs to hunt for clues.
“Frighten Dora!” exclaimed Paul.
“Really, Mr. Deverest!" After Tony
bad left the room Paul stood for a
moment, trying to regain control of
his injured feelings. When he
■thought -of the high — the very high
— regard in which he held Dora Pay-
son, the very suggestion that he might
frighten her by careless questioning
„ was devastating. Finally he reached
for his hat and overcoat, stiff suffer-
> ing, however, from shock. ,
Tony meanwhile had reached the
v Payson apartment and had been ad
mitted by the chambermaid. No, the
girl told him in answer to his ques
tions, she hadn’t seen ,Miss Payson
yesterday at all. She had done the
rooms as usual and left. Then when
she came in again this morning, there
■ was thatjiote. Had lie seen it?.Tony
Had. He got rid of the maid and af
ter staring helplessly around, wond
ering where he could begin looking
for some hint, he began pacing aim
lessly up and down the sitting room.
“J must have been Crazy to wait all
this time,” he muttered to himself.
“Why didn’t I insist oii her dashing
around to the marriage license bureau
as. Soon as I was certain she knew
who I was? Of course her worst sus
picions were confirmed when I didn’t
speak up. She was surer than ever
. that I was just a playboy. I hadn’t
given her any reason to believe I was
serious.
“Gosh, and I. thought I was being
so smart, surprising her by announc
ing Ottr engagement at a Christmas
eve party! It Was a fool idea, anw-
how. Suppose she doesn’t love me af
ter'all — a nice thing to do, arrange
n party to gnnounce a ’girl’s engage-
ment to a- man she doesn’t love,"
No, that wasn’t true. It couldn’t be
true- Tony felt if Jan did not love him
he couldn't possibly go on living, He
had to 'hold fast to the thought that
Jan loved him. noit 'so much as he
loved her, of course —< he. would have
to give her a little time' to reach that
point. Then he became aware that
someone was standing in the open
door of the sitting room, He looked
up. What a sour-faced old woman!
“Good morning,” he said shortly.
“Good morning," said the visitor,
even more shortly. “Is Miss Payson
in?”
“No, Miss — Mrs?—-'I didn’t catch
the name .—•’’
“I didn’t give the name, but it’s
Mr§. Talbot, if you’re interested. I
thoguht that girl was up to something
— the way. she went sneaking down
the'hall with that cat! Maggie, the
chambermaid, said she hadn’t been in
all night.”
, Tony ignored the last. But what
Aiid she say abouit the cat? Here was
what he was looking for?
“That’s right. The kitten is gone,”
he said. “Where could she have been
going with it?”
“She said,” Mrs. Talbot-.stressed
the word to indicate her disbelief,
“that she was taking the kitten to see
Dora. Fine hospital that permits cats
in a sick' room!”
Excuse me,” said Tony, leaving the
room so quickly that Mrs. Talbot had
all she could do to get out of his way.
, Chapter XXIV
Tony reached the hospital just in
time to meet Paul Harris coming
down the corridor from Dora’s room.
“What did she say?” Tony asked
breathlessly.
’“Nothing,” said Paul, “except that
Jan brought all her presents over yes
terday and put them away in a draw
er to be opened on Christmas morn--
ing. She doesn’t expect Jan today.
She think's she’s getting ready for the
party tonight and is too busy to come
over here.” t,
“Mrs. Talbot says Jan had the kit
ten with her. and that she was 'taking
. it to Dora. Did vou see it around the lv, room anywhere?”
“I’m sure it wasn’t there,” said Paul.
“Dora certainly would have- mention
ed it to me.”
* “Go back and ask her.” Tony urg
ed. “We’ve got to know!”
Nothing loath, Paul returned to
Dora’s room.
“I forgot to tell vou," he said with
what he considered positively Mach
iavellian cleverness, “Pussy-puff sends-
his love.”
“I haven’t seen him for so long.”
mourned Dora. “I suppose he’5;
grown to be a great big cat, so big I
wouldn’t know him’!’
I't took a few more minutes to cheer
Dora and persuade her that Pussv-
puff was doing'all he could in her ab
sence to improve -his- looks for the ex
press purpose of pleasing her on her
return to the hotel.
When he rejoined Tonv. P-»u1 found
that young man almost beside himsfelf
with impatience.
“Dora hasn’t seen the cat—”
“Then what are we waiting for’”
cried Tony, hu'stling Paul down the
stairs and out inito his car?
“Let you off at .the hotel,” said
Tonv between clenched teeth. “T am
going to make a round of the railroad
stations.”
“Don’t forget the buses.” Paul call
ed after him. standin0- On the side
walk in front of the Devon Arms as
Tonv shot; awav.
Tonv tried all the ticket windows
at the Grand Central and repeated the
performance at the Pennsylvania Rail
road Station. -
“Did a girl bnv a ticket here ves-
terdav?” he asked each astonished
ticket* seller in turn. “A very beauti
ful girl, red hair, you know, and the
most unusual expression, «ort of gay
and Sad at the same time?” %
At about this point the ticket seller
usually interrupted with some abrupt
query, tending'.to bring the descrip
tion more' closely down to facts, the
upshot of each conversation being
that no such girl as Tony described
had bought a ticket from the man he
happened to be questioning. Had he
asked the man at the next window?
What time would it have been when
she bought the ticket? Any time from
three o’clock on? Oh, he wouldn’t
have her in that case. He wasn’t on
duty then! If the gentleman would
call back after three he would be able
to talk to the man who had sold her
the ticket if she had been buying one,
A few of' these men admitted that
they had b^en iq th^if cages during
voice sounded very loud in contrast
to the lassitude that- had overtaken
the other passengers. They looked at
hiili in surprise; even the couple Jan
had privately called “the honeyinoon-
ers” stopped tiheir intimate6 whisper
ing and turned to stare.
“Say, driver!" the man shouted
again and it seemed a long while be
fore the driver answered, looking up
into the mirror over his head: ,
“What do you want?”
The man’s face was red as he real
ized he had the attention of the entire
bus, but he went oh doggedly:
“This here’s a real snowstorm, bro
ther. I know the look of them—I’ve
lived here all my life.",
“You’re telling me!" the driver com-
' mented, easing his ’machine slowly
around a sharp'turn.
The other passengers, most . of
them, laughed. But Jan was looking
at the ..reddened, weather-beaten face
of the inan who had spoken, and
something in his expression frighten
ed her.
“It ain’t so funny," .he said sharply
and the driver answered in the same
tone:
“So what do you want me to do?
We’re coming' to a stop up here in
Valleyville. You can get off there if
■you want to. B<u£ me, if the road’s
all right, I’m taking the bus on.”
The passengers chattered excitedly
among themselves about the situation
that confronted them. Jan talked to
no one, but she opened the latch of
Pussy-puff’s basket and stroked he
soft ball of fur. A tiny paw batted at
her fingers and she felt his “little glass
teeth” as Dora called them, biting her.
Then, in apology, a warm tongue
darted out and licked her fingers soft-,
ly.
Jan looked out as the bus crunched
to a stop. The place was not large
and it stood all alone, in the midst of
. loneliness.
The proprietor, a young, fresh fac
ed lad, waited on them nonchalantly,
‘ slapping the coffee in front of Jan so
that it spilled over into the-'saucer.
“Quite a little flurry, eh?” lie asked
jovially. ’“We have all kinds of wea
ther up'here — all bad.” He laughed
loudly at his own'remark.
But the driver did not laugh with
hirm He said only: “Road clear?”
“Sure it's clear,” the boy grinned
and added, “as far as the Moose riv
er bridge.” • ■
“What’s the matter with the
bridge?” ■
“How should I know? The man
who called just said to tell you you
couldn’t get through. But they’re
workin’ on it.— you wait here, he
says, till he calls again.” ■ t
The man who had objected to driv
ing on became, now that he found
that they were stopped, anxious to
get away. He questioned the boy behind the counter at length as to. every
other means of transportation, but the
young man shook his head as he an
swered that there were no railroads,
no other bus lines, no houses nearer
than the village ten miles away, and
he wouldn’t take his car out on the
road if you paid him.
Jan asked timidly how far it was
to Moose River, and was told that
they would make it in a little over an
hour as soori as the road was clear.
“But you don’t know how long that
will be,” a middle-aged man who had'
not spoken, before said in a discourag
ed tone. The driver shook his head.
A woman who was urging her little
girl .to finish her glass of milk, said
impatiently, "But we’re going beyond
Moose River. Do you mean to say
we’re likely to be here all day?”
, "No telling.” The driver was ex-
asperatingly noncommittal. •
Jan hoped they would soon be on
their way again. After riding so long,
she had become accustomed to move
ment and it was oddly irritating to
be left stationary out here in what to
herself she called a wilderness.
“More like a desert, though,
ly,’ she thought, staring out at the
-- -- • UIIUIVIV en even by trees. The Country must
( ----- — be a waste of barren rock when the
last station. J-usit then he saw a clus- ■ snow was gone; it wasn’t possible that
ter of lights, dim in the .’distance. • ’
Lights meant a village. He- breathed
easier. There must be a bus stop in
the town; perhaps the bus he was
tfailing'was here, wailing for a break
in the weather.' Surely no driver
would try to go on in a storm like
this.
the hours mentioned, but they were
sure that no girl answering Jan’s des
cription had appeared.
Tony wondered if he ought to ring
up the hospitals, but decided against
it. Jan’s note indicated dearly that
she Was going somewhere. And there
were still the buses.
He had about given up when he dis
covered a man who remembered sec-
. ing a girl, in a green coat and carry
ing a basket with some sort of-animal
inside, buying a bus ticket, Had he
happened to hear where the girl was
going? Let’s .see now. After deep
thought and carefully weighed alter
natives Tony’s informant decided it.
must have been a northbound bus. Af
ter consultation with those in charge .
Tony learned that there was only one
bus leaving at about the time, accord
left. He got a map of the route the
ing to his aide’s calculations, Jan had
bus would take. He'was hampered
by having no knowledge whatever of
Jan’s destination — but this was en
ough for a start, anyway.
Getting through the city traffic was
the worst part now. If Tony had ob
eyed his natural impulse he would
have driven relentlessly through the
streets, mowing down all before him.
But of course he did nothing of the
sort. He threaded his way carefully,
avoiding collisions by no more than
a whisker—but avoiding them never
theless. As soon as he was out of the
city lie made up handsomely for lost
time.
At every bus station he stooped and
questioned the attendant. Generally
somebody remembered ithe girl in the
green coat, and at one station the man
was bursting with information. His
Aunt Hattie had .come home from
New York yesterday by bus, and she
had been telling them about a citv
girl “too good looking to be real,”-
who had forced her way. mind you,
into Aunt Hattie’s seat. Aunt Hattie
was tired after all her shooping “on
them hard city pavements,” and she
had.all she ‘could do to manage her
bundles as it was. -But this girl had
insisted on (Aunt Hattie moving all the
packages so she could sit down next
the window while she balance on her
knees an enormous basket in which
she was carrying the biggest cat
A qni- Hattie bad even seen the like
of. The animal must have been part
wildcat it was so restless, aud it kept
nrowline- at Aunt Hattie and got her
in such a nervous state that she had
her Wood pressure, todav. No — the
sxirl hadn’t got off at this station.
Tony drove on again furiously. It
grew coldqr as it grew darker, and
the road continued to rise steadily,
.winding between steep fir-crowded
slopes. The snow, which had been fall
ing lightly when Tony left town, was
coming down, in earnest now. With
one window open the icy blasts qia.de
him turn up his coat collar. Wind
tore. shrilly at the top of the car;
clogging snow seemed to drag at the
wheels. .
It was good to see the lights of the
next station and Tony was glad en
ough to find he could get something
'hot to eat. He was chilled’ through.
Between bites he put his usual ques
tions. Yes, the man in charge remem
bered the girl in green.
“By cricky, but she was a putty
one . . . smart too! And what she
thought of that little yaller kitten she
had with her! She made-a pitcher a-
holdin’ if in her arms when Snappy
here was carryin’ on the way dogs do
when there’s a cat anywheres near
by.”
Welk he was still- on the right trail.
Tony drove on with increasing diffi
culty. After a while he began to be
afraid that he was not' on the right,
road. There were so few houses; And
they were so dar back from the road
that he hesitated to plow across the
unbroken fields to ask directions. “Iths
a real old-fashioned blizzard," he de
cided.
After what seemed hours of wall
owing in the muffling white he was
certain something was wrong. The
only sensible thing to do was to turn
around and make his way back to the
ter of lights, dim in the distance.
Lights meant a village. He- breathed
easier. There must be a bus stop in
Chapter XXV
“Say*!”
A big gruff man Jan had noticed
getting oh last. night spoke sharply
from the seat across the aisle, His,
“More like a desert, though, real
ly,” she thought, staring out at the
long stretches of white snow Unbrok
en even by trees. The Country must
be a waste of barren rock when the
S!’.?',” gCr.CJ Iv «. pvoaiuiv: UlUtall tlte underbrush was buried in
drifts. For the first time since she
had started on the trip, discourage-
*ment overtook her. New York seem
ed Very far away, and the bright
warmth of the Devon Arms might
well have been nothing but a dream.
‘‘Mama —• may I play with the kit
ty?” asked ithe small girl who had fin
ally abandoned all pretense of drink
ing her milk. ...........-
“.You’ll have to ask the lady, Helen.
And be sure to say please,” Said the
mother.
“Plqathe?” the child, turning'
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