Geoffrey's Victory by Mrs Georgie Sheldon — page 199: what you’re looking at

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A STARTLING RECOGNITION. : 195 as far as Cheyenne, Wyoming, where he took leave cof them, as he was going southward into New Mexico again. But he promised to pay them an early visit when he should return to Brooklyn. * * * * * a * x ‘While these events were transpiring in the far West, an interesting ineident occurred in the far East—in no other city than Boston—which has its bearing on out story and properly belongs here. On a bright, beautiful summer morning, in the month of July, a lady entered a handsome drug store on Wash- ington street, and asked permission to look at a city directory. She was a finely formed, brilliant-looking woman, ele- gantly dressed, and bearing herself with the ease and self-possession of one accustomed tothe most cultured circles of society. | A portly gentleman, with a wealth of white hair crowning his shapely head, and wearing gold-bowed speec- tacles, stepped from behind his desk as the Jady made her request, and politely laid the book before her. As he did so, and his keen glance fell uron her face, he started slightly, but was far too well-bred to betray his surprise at her appearance, if he experienced any, and immediately returned to his post at his desk. But he managed to place himself where he couid see his visitor, without being himself observed. The woman turned to the D’s in the directory, and ran her neatly gloved finger slowly down the line, paus- ing here and there asa name appeared to attract her special attention. After carefully searching several pages, she turned back and began to go over the same ground again, while a faint line of perplexity and annoyance appeared between her finely-arched brows. This second ssarch seemed to be as unsuceessful as the previous one had been, and for the third time she re- viewed the list of names under the letter D. It was use- less, however; the name she sought was not there. Sho . stool musing for a few moments, then opening her pocket-book—an elegant affair of Russia leather with clasps of gold—she took from it a card to which she referred, - hong name is surely not in the directory,” she mur- mured. COMMICE MOO KS (€(0) =)