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Show I"'1 ' " " ""' will IIWMyp WW II IUH..HII) 1 1.1 m mm rin- "Does Our Chauffeur Remind Vou of Any One?" od as possible and. In any event, to gain time enough to communicate with Porltol and the Japanese and whatever other persons mlht be helping In the struggle to regain the papers. The probabilities were that Aleatrante had been using the last two hours to get In touch with bis friends. And now those friends would be Informed In-formed promptly that Orme and tSv girl were setting out by motor. This analysis apparently accounted for Al-catrante's Al-catrante's nonchalance. Orme and the girl seemed to be escaping, but In truth. If they approached (heir destination destina-tion at all, they must run Into the ambuscade am-buscade of other enemies. Then the nearer the goal, the greater the danger. dan-ger. As the motor slid smoothly northward north-ward on La Salle street, Orme looked back. Aleatrante had made no move. The last glimpse that Orme bad of blm showed that slight but sinister figure alone on the sidewalk of the deserted business street. They crossed the Clark street bridge. "Keep on out North Clark street until you can cross over to Lincoln park," said Orme to the chauffeur. The only indication that the order had been beard was a bending forward of the bowed figure 011 the front seat. Orme explained to the girl. "It will be better not to take the Lake Shore drive. They may be watching the Pere Marquette." "You are right." she said. "As a precaution, pre-caution, we'd better not pass the hotel." ho-tel." "How surprised I was to find you waiting for me there last evening." mused Orme "and how glad!" "I never called on a man before." she laughed. "I had made up my mind only a little lit-tle while before," he continued, "to stay In Chicago till I found you." "I'm afraid that would not have been easy." She returned the pressure of his hand, which bad found hers. "If it hadn't been for those papers, we might never have met." "We were bound to meet you and I," he said. "I have been waiting all my life Just for you." "Hut even now you don't know who I am. I may be a a political adventuressor adven-turessor a woman detective or" "You may be," be said, "but you are the woman I love. Your name your business. If you have one those things don't matter. I know you, and I love you." 8he leaned closer to him. "Dear." ihe whispered Impulsively, "I am going to tell you everything who I am. and about the papers " "Walt!" He held bis hand before her mouth. "Don't tell me now. Do as you ' planned to do. He simply 'Girl' to me : for a while longer." She moved closer to him. Tbelr errand, er-rand, the danger, were for the time forgotten, and the motor hummed along with a burden of happiness. "You haven't looked at the paper yet." said Orme. after a time. They were turning east toward Llucuin i park. "Do I need to?" "Perhaps not I took them from the I pnvelope which you saw at Arlma's Hut here they are. I did not look at :hm. of course." He drew the parchment from with. n his coat and placed them In ber land. While re examined them, be looked itralght ahead, that be might not se lie could hear them crackle aa the aa- folded them could hear her sigh of content. And then something occurred that disquieted him to a degree which seemed unwarranted. Tho chauffeur suddenly turned around and glanced swiftly through his goggles at the girl and the papers. The action was. perhaps, per-haps, natural; but there waa an as-ssured as-ssured expectancy In the way he turned Orme did not like It. Moreover, there was something alarmingly familiar famil-iar In the manner of the movement Somewhere Orme had seen a man move his body like that. Hut before hla suspicions could take form, the chauffeur bad turned again. The girl handed the papers back to Orme. "These are the right papers," she said. "Oh. my dear, If you only knew how much they mean." He held them for a moment In his hand. Then, after returning them to his pocket with as little noise as possible, pos-sible, he caught the girl's eye and, with a significant glance toward the chauffeur, chauf-feur, said In a distinct voice: "I will slip them under the seat cushion. They will be safer there." Did the chauffeur lean farther back, as If to hear better? or was the slight movement a false record of Orme's Imagination? Orme decided to be on the safe side, so he slipped under the cushion of the extra seat another mining prospectus which he bad in bis pocket, placing it In such a way that the end of the paper pa-per protruded. Then he put his lips close to the girl's ear and whispered: "Don't be alarmed, but tell me, does our chauffeur remind you of anyone?" She studied the stolid back In front of them. The ill fitting dusl coat masked the outline of the figure; the cap was so low on the head that the ears were covered. "No," she said, at last. "I think not." With that, Orme sought to reassure himself. They were in Lincoln park now. Over this same route Orme and the girl had ridden lea than twenty-four hours before. To blm the period seemed like a year. Then he had beeu plunging Into mysteries unknown with the Ideal of his dreams; now he was moving among secrets partly understood, under-stood, with the woman of his life loving lov-ing ber and knowing that she loved blm. One short day had brought all this to pass. He had heard It said that Love and Time are enemies. The false-ness false-ness of the saying was clear to him In the light of his own experience. Ixive and Time are not enemies; they are stranger to each other. On they went northward. To Orme the streets through which they passed were now vsguely familiar, yet he could hardly believe bis eyes when hey swung around on to the lake front at Kvanston. along the broad ribbon rib-bon of Sheridan road. Hut there was the dark mysterious urface of Ike Michigan at their right. Heyond the broad beach, h couid see the line of breakwater, and at their left the electric lights threw -heir beams Into the blackness of little ; rk and shrubby lawns. The car wep to the left, past the university campu. "Imi you remember?" asked the girl. I n low voice. prelng bis arm. Then. Vrx,n't!" she whispered. "Some one see!" for be bad drawn ber face Jo hla. They cam to to rortur of Chicago ivDu and Sberldaa re4, where tbey |