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The Making of William Simms 79it but he glanced hopefully at its rosywindows, thinking to see the face of theprincess gazing down.To-night he looked as usual. The 'bushad stopped at the corner, directly beneatha street-lamp, and William had asense of peering up through dazzling mistsof light. Suddenly he rubbed his eyesand stared again. Fortunately, his fellowpassengers still remained below decks, elseupon its prosaic course, and the picturefaded abruptly from view.That night, for the first time, WilliamSimms failed in his effort to translate therumble of the elevated into the distantmurmur of a waterfall. He lay wideeyed,beholding a face in the shadow, andtrying to reconcile it with a vague smellof boiled onions that permeated theapartment."I—I have made a little money recently, and I would like to ask your advice as to theinvestment of it."—Page 83.his actions might have caused some suspicion,not to say alarm. He gripped the'bus rail and leaned far out across it, seekingto pierce the radiant mists that envelopedhim.At an illumined window in the squaretower a young woman's face appeared,wistful and alluring. William's handjerked upward in an involuntary gesture.The young woman's eyes seemed to turnin his direction; seemed almost to meethis gaze. For a moment he sat spellbound.Then the 'bus lurched heavily forwardEvery evening now, at a certain hour,William went cruising the Gold Coast,much to mommies secret relief. But itwas not until the next Saturday night thathe saw his princess again. She stood atthe window as before, looking down, andWilliam's heart leaped at the sight of her.The third Saturday he thought that sherecognized him. There was a certain consciousnessin her pose. The fourth Saturday,stirred by a desperate adventurousspirit, he deliberately removed his hat.That left him tingling for a week. Thefifth Saturday the princess smiled !