Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1891-01-15

the uncle's greeting, in his usual cheer
full voice. 81 was never in such hurry
to see you'll"
"Indeed?" returned Vance, as he
dropped YEARLY into a chair. "What's
up?"
Instead Of replying, Mr.. Wyeville be-
slowed very earnest scrutiny upon the
countenance before him, as if he had
suddenly remarked that there was some
thing wrong about it.
at looks to. me as if word from you
might be just in order" he said. "Where
have you been, who have you seen, and
what has left you such state? Are
you Hip"
"No, uncle-simply disguised" an
swered the young doctor. al have been
having an interview with Radd More
land"
@Ah, he's turned up, then? Where?"
"You could never guess where, and so
I shall have to tell you. He is quartered
at The Elmsl"
"Whatl In the absence of Mrs. More
land and Jessie?"
ait is because of that absence that he
is in possession" explained Vance. an
other terms he is an intruder. He eff
fected an entrance by breaking a glass,
so that he could be made to suffer for his
lawlessness if his relatives cared to arrest
him"
But of course they don'tl"
"Not for worlds would they touch him, %
declared Vance. "And the discovery of
this man at The Elms throws flood of
light upon the sudden departure of Mrs.
Moreland and Jessie in their sloop last
evening. They have gone away to get
rid of him, uncle, rather than because
they had any apprehensions of our visit. n
sand so you have talked with the ras-
cal? Give me an idea of the interview. 4"
The young physician proceeded to do
so, while Mr.. WyeVille lighted a cigar
with his usual air of getting ready for
business.
ayes, Radd is at The Elms without the
knowledge of the ladies, &" was the con-
clusion to which the uncle instantly
came. "There is danger, of course, that
he will burn the place in one of his
drunken bouts, but we are not author
lied to expel him, and if we were we could
not execute the task without creating an
uproar that is more to be dreaded than
death. You did quite right to leave him
in possession, without a hint of the at
tentions we are in duty bound to give
him. He didn't tell you, after all, where
Mrs. Moreland and Jessie are?"
"No, uncle. After I got track Of the
game he was playing, concluded to de-
pend upon our own exertions in this re-
spect. I have no hesitation in saying,
however, that the ladies are at no great
distance. I remember hearing them
speak of their summer visits to an
island down the lake, a rude, rustic spot
enough, which was selected because it
responded to their desire for solitude,
and think it more than likely that they
are paying this retreat visit"
%WhGt a pity that we do not know
where they arel" exclaimed Mr.. Wye
vile. "I would not hesitate a moment
to write them about the conduct of this
man. It might even be well to tele-
graph. But in the absence Of their
actual address, what can be done?"
%Perhaps we can get their new adj
dress at the postofice, " suggested Vance.
SMr. Sheen will certainly be able to give
it if they remain absent any length Of
time. Let's see; I've heard them speak
of that place. 1t is very like Egg Har-
bor."
4Ahi Ihave II, cried the uncle, with
a flush Of 1ubilance. ats Egg Island;
and the nearest postofice-the one at
which we must address the ladies-is
Port Norris"
Vance drew a sigh Of relief.
~Then we're all right, he said. %You
can do no less, uncle, than write to Mrs.
wishes concerning this intruder. You
had better write tonight, so that the
letter will go in the morning."
@An right, Vance; will do so. And
now to come back to my discoveries.
There's light on the horizon at last, my
dear nephew"
SIN glad to hear it, uncle. Let's have
| q few beams Of it.
Mr.. Wyeville picked up a large octave
he had been porting over in his nephew's
absence, and held it up triumphantly in
such a way that the title on its back
fell under the iatter's gaze.
SDid you know you were the fortunate
| owner Of this book?" he demanded.