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Show f The Cinderella Affair By ADALAIDE D. HUFF : (Copyright.) VyilX DURHAM'S face lit up as he recognized the familiar, unknown un-known handwriting on the envelope in his band. Dropping into a chair on the deep comfortable porch of the AVestway club Durham ripped open the flap nnd hastily scanned the contents. con-tents. It was much like the others he had received from the same person, whoever she might be. "Dear Mr. Durham : "Here I come on my daily visit. I like to be there to welcome you to your club in the evenings because I feel that it is then that a man without with-out a home is the loneliest. "I saw you yesterday, standing oa the corner of Eighth and Market, and it seemed to me that you were looking look-ing well. I believe your business projects are being crowned with success. suc-cess. There was an alertness in the expression of your eye that made me glad all over. You seemed full of the zest of life from the tip of your well-shod feet right up to the crown of your well-groomed head. You reeked of success! Am I right? Aren't things going better at the office of-fice and aren't you happier than you have been in ages? Now, tell me, isn't it true? "Each day I think of you with such sympathy and interest and when I see you and you look happy I ara happy for a long time afterward. Sometimes, when I see you I long to put out a hand and give you a little friendly pat and tell you that I know everything will be all right in the end and that I believe in your innocence. I long to do lots of tilings just to comfort com-fort you. 1" long to let you know who I am. but I'm afraid you might think I was flirting with you when I really am not. That is the only horrid thing i about good-looking eligible men: they can't help thinking girls are flirting U--vKh them. "This is enough for now. Til write you again tomorrow." That was all. No signature. o date. No address. Certainly one who was intelligent and observant, else how could she tell by his face that things were going better at the office? Yet, she was exactly ex-actly right. What a dear little heart she must have to write such letters. What did she look like, he wondered, and how old was she and would she, could she ever learn to love him after bis having been implicated in the l?a-ker l?a-ker Brothers' disgrace? Innocent though he was there had been many who had suspected him of being guilty. There had. been the disgrace of the long grilling trial, and that the whole thing had injured bis business reputation he realized only too fully. He sat on in the falling darkness smoking and thinking, but his thoughts traveled over the same route and came to the same conclusion which was really no conclusion at all. The following week brought more letters as puzzling as ever. At last, because be felt that he bad to talk of it to some one he took bis private Fecretar.v into his confidence nnd told her about it. lie tried to mp.ke his voice sound casual, but be betrayec' his eager interest by the nervous way he toyed wiih the things on bis de-k. "It's terribly interesting," said little Miss Harmon, when he had finished. "Sort of a Cinderella affair, only It's letters instead of a slipper." "Exactly," he answered warmly. "1'f I could only find her! How would you go about it? I haven't done a thing because I couldn't think of a thing to do." "You might not like her If you met her," said Hetty Harmon thought fully, glancing at biro with soft brown eyes. "I would. I know I would!" be answered fervently. "She'.s a little saint. I don't care If she's as ugly as mud. She has a heart of gold and that's what makes life worth living. ... I know you think I'm a fool to talk like that," be apologized hastily. "I do not!" said I'.etty emphatically. He left the office early that afternoon after-noon and went out, to the club to play golf. I'.etly received several telephone tele-phone calls for him ofler he went away and as usual left notes about 1. i i f m on bis d''Sk so that he would be sure to see them In the morning as soon as he came down. Something I hat he had forgo! ton made liiin re-Iiiiii re-Iiiiii to the offii-e that, evening and a ', v moments later he was rushing up !,' front steps of the Harmon home. "V.'l.til's the matter?" as!:o, I'."!l.v, i leaving her seat. In the porch swlup; I 1 r ed going to meet him. ! Without, a word he swept, her Into i t i-i jiriiiM, and she felt him kissing j "i low blind I've been Why didn't I I liiinlr of It sooner?" he laughed hap. ( j.ilv. "My little Cinderella. . . . . lien I saw those notes on my de: k j vrillen In the familiar backhand that ha;; haunted Ine fur wee;M. . j What a clever little way you had of I'dling me." "I Ihorght that v.'.'i'l n good way to hi .-al: ll ' ii'".v'i genily, t doe-n't .il: a hit like my i-vcry lny writing, 1 doe-.i I! V" she laughed up at him. "Not a hit . . . hot no wonder ;,'.n hue ' when my lni':ine :'. v.'an j"i-ing j"i-ing g Me,'," he said. "II didn't lake much I'm ",lng," she con!' !. "when I l.ept Hie hook'i my- 1 ei-lf, hut I thought Hint would throw :,i,i i. IT the track. " "II ceihiinly did!" he agreed happily; hap-pily; "bul you'll tiev r fool mo again " |