The Mystery Girl
dark on a very cold winter night, the train late, no one to meet him, and no pl
ke, but there came into Corinth one night a passenger who was not at all like the fellow passengers on that belated train. It was a train from New York, due in Corinth at five-forty,
of the train and stamped through the snow to the vehi
se firmly, crossed the track and entered the station waiting room. She went to the ticket window but fou
g with her knuckles on the wind
growled a surly voice, and a he
lone, and I want a porter, and I want a
orters nor yet conveyances; but inf
emed to pierce his very brain. "Then tell me wher
looked more interes
grave little face was oval, and her eyes had a strange uncanny way of roving quick
young women, pretty girls and gay hoydens. Many Junes he had sold tickets or given info
ations?" he re
! About when do you
over in his mind the various boarding hous
ay they're asked," she said, witheringly, and picking up her suitcase she started
say, miss, wa
d coolly, procee
y Old Salt Adams,-you
ned to pause a moment,
e,-hurry up out,-y
out, just in time to see an old man with long white beard
istle,-" she quoted to herself, and then cried
an called back, and as she shook h
not engaged," he c
young voice rang out through the cold winter a
me, do you? Now, I haven't been comm
you see I'm cold, hungry and very uncomfortable? You have a bo
e only so many rooms and they
ed?" The dark eyes challenged him, and
Let me get in. No, I can manage my suitcase myself. You get m
-if so be you're bound to bide. 'F
wer, and the girl pulled the fur robes up aroun
unk on his shoulder, and put it in the
her, as the horses began a rapid trot
le, and the drifts sent feathery clouds through the air. The trees, coated with ice from a recent sleet storm, broke off crack
showing comfortably lighted windows and a broad front door th
sk feminine voice, "this ain't Letty
ed, truthfully. "Take her along, mot
s Letty? Did
her at the station? Or dumped her out along the road? No-
e barns, and Mrs. Adams bad
she saw the strange guest she
she began. "But, I'm sorry
didn't come, you see, so I c
uldn't li
here and Letty isn't.
e girl started and then stepped b
t-if you please.
d to a sterner inflection, th
coldly. "I came here because I was to
are you
York
addr
za H
ta Austin seemed to compel all the world to do her bidding. At any rate, Mrs. Ad
ive bedroom, presumably made
you send me up a tray of supper? I don't want
. You want some tea, 'n' bread, 'n
t sounds good. Send
ce outside the door, and released from the spell of those eerie eyes
Adams cried, when, after she had started him
tfully. "But I don't like her. And I won't keep
her kinda interesting looking.
And Letty'll come tomorrow, so that
" was eagerly peerin
ll lightly falling snow, she could see but little, and after a time, she gave up the eff
who brought it. "Set it on that
dressing gown and slippers, Miss Anita Austin devoted a plea
, but few as they were, the midnight hour struck before
gain looked from the window,
une or misfortune will you bring me? What fortune or misfortune shall I br
ppeared in the dining-ro
little disapprovingly at the short, scant s
al sharpness, seemed to express an equal disapprov
and her tone was a little more deferentia
e, Miss Austin?" she indi
end," and the girl slipped into a
ce at his wife, and suppress
aid to the usurper, "but I expect
the time," and Anita no
ut in Mrs. Adams. "I'm sorry, Miss Austin, but
ave Anita a chance to speak in an u
comes, won't you? I suppose y
an "boss in his own house," but the idea tickled his sense of irony, and he
as shot at him from beneath long, curling lashes, t
whispered, in moc
way to put it!" she cried.
eturned, placidly. "You
ng it, but I suppose I am," and a mutinou
when the girl smiled or spoke or frowned, changes took place, and
moment later, Adams introduced Robert
l glance, then, as he dropped in
urned on him a flashing glance, that, as he expressed
erence, but one and all failed to engage her interest or even attention. She answered his remarks with calm, cu
wonder. Who was this person, who looked like a young, very young girl, yet who ha
d her merely a pretty, new guest. Her manners were irreproachable, her demeanor quiet and gr
etained her a momen
n?" he said, courteously; "wh
ld say an art student. I've been told that there are beautiful bits of winter scenery available
d the old man, and he said quickly,
telegram handed to Mrs. Adams at breakfast-and then she looked thoughtfully
g! If I should take you over
ck some day, and see if they
Nemesis, in the pe
n," she began, but the
, too! Now, you want to say you haven't any room for me-but that isn't true; so y
at the girl and that
't resist, and against her will, against her better judgment, she said, "Well, then, stay,
go through this world, strangers to each other-don't we? And also, strangers to ourselves
her face, they heard a musical ri
upstairs to her room, and the t
I believe she has run away from home or from her keeper
't the way I size her up. She's nobody's fool, that gi
'd sh
ost went through the floor. Well, she says she's a painter of sce
If she smiles on you or gives you a bit of taffy-talk, you'll size
set out to inspect Corinth. A jaunty fur cap, with one long, red quill feather gave her still more the appearance of an
chose her course at random. The snow had ceased during the night, and it was very cold,
stood looking over the slight ra
re at her. She was unaware of this, absorbed
w her, and, as he would have exp
Don't end your young life on this glorious day! Suici
lance more icy even than the landscape,
, patronizingly, but
if you must know. Co
s. "Well, now that you're properly introduced,
that," pointing,
hat beautiful
's home. Him as is go
at? And
. Never had Pinky seen a girl just like this. She looked so young, so merry, and y
e said, abruptly. "
she returned, "is
d to get into. Always fu
ed to get a room some one el
cky. Met B
es
m! I see that. Met
who's
he's mighty worthwhile on his own a
I'm not receiv
ing. I say my aunt lives next door to A
lease. I'm
tes, and she's a love. She's going to marry Doctor
people," said the girl, an
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