Whispers at Dawn; Or, The Eye

her thoughts as she sank into a chair in one of the two small room

be a grand place. She had of late pictured it as a six-story building; pure fancy, for he had never written about its size or importance. In fact, he had n

en, and he had replied briefly: "I can give yo

s. Things piled in heaps, and all secondhand; glass dishes here, bed covers there, dresses, sheets, towels

er people's trunks."

s. "But rare old books, wonderful bits of Irish lace, why not?" Perhaps, after all, she could drive away the ache t

that must have been-she snatching at her prized possessions

so picked up a half dozen others which her uncle had bought at auction. The trunks had become mixed. The lock had been pried off her own and the

s well." And yet, as she took a handful of silver coins and one paper dollar from her purse and ad

ock when she at last became conscious of her surroundings. The room in which she sat was a tiny parlor, all her own

for greater contrast? Rags below, and this

parlor was an oval, concave mirror, like an old-fas

she murmured. She was to wo

ght. She was on the second floor of her uncle's small building. Before her were the low, flat roofs of some one-story shacks. Looking far beyond thes

e to her. Then, strangely enough, her mind carried her back over the trail that had brought her to this city. It had been an interesting adventu

new land." One of these long distance passengers, as you will know, had been a young man. In his golf knickers and soft

o you do?" s

. Then his answer had been vague

after

A queer smile had played ab

night, she whispered, "His name was Drew Lane. Wonder if I'll ever see him again? I hope so.

Suddenly those who toiled there seemed very ne

me to be wise and strong, helpful to others and kind

ith the life of day, it seemed natural that she should be listening to this whisp

a distinct whisper. "We hope you are hap

just step out into the little parlor and take a seat by the

parlor! I don't like

at sort of person had she expected to see? Probably she

yed the whispered orders, she took a seat by t

eam of light. I am a mile away. I have interesti

a whirl. "Talking down a beam of light!" she thought. "What nonsense