I got out, and paid the man. I felt very dizzy and queer, and was very thirsty, so I went to the hydrent in the yard and got a drink of water. I did not as yet suspect meazles, but laid it all to my agony of mind.
Haveing thus refreshed myself, I looked about, and saw the yard Policeman, a new one who did not know me, as I am away at school most of the time, and the Familey is not expected to visit the mill, because of dirt and possable accidents.
I aproached him, however, and he stood still and stared at me.
“Officer” I said, in my most dignafied tones. “I am looking for a—for a Gentleman who came here this morning to look for work.”
“There was about two hundred lined up here this morning, Miss,” he said. “Which one would it be, now?”
How my heart sank!
“About what time would he be coming?” he said. “Things have been kind of mixed-up around here today, owing to a little trouble this morning. But perhaps I’ll remember him.”
But, although Adrian is of an unusual tipe, I felt that I could not describe him, besides having a terrable headache. So I asked if he would lend me carfare, which he did with a strange look.
“You’re not feeling sick, Miss, are you?” he said. But I could not stay to converce, as it was then time for the curtain to go up, and still no Adrian.
I had but one refuge in mind, Carter Brooks, and to him I fled on the wings of misery in the street car. I burst into his advertizing office like a furey.