The Saint Paul globe., 1899-02-12
CHAPTER II.

CHAPTER II.
While waiting for news Of the missing girl,
with a growing wonder at the unmistakable
nature of his interest in her, Murray went
more than once to see his cousin, Tom Ire
leaven, anxious to convince himself that the
young fellow really was in earnest about the
work he had undertaken as Sir George War
dens private secretary.
Sir George was man OF middle age,
married to woman who liked her husband
to make his mark in the political world.
Perhaps it was her influence which helped
to keep him continually in the front rank Of
workers; and, if so, she was already begin
ming to reap her reward.
Sir George was becoming known in the
House of Commons as an able and con-
scentious speaker
He had many friends and few enemies, and
even the few he had bore reluctant testimony
to his thoroughness a and
politician.
sinecure; but he did not complain at the
somewhat long hours, and close attention to
Cetails, required of him by his employer.
And 1 am not so fresh at it as you seem to
think. Clem," he said, in answer to some re-
mark made by his cousin. Il had started be-
fore L asked you for that pony. 1 wanted
the money to prevent my tailor bothering
continually; the fellow seemed to think 1
was getting into low water, as I had set to
work-he might just we'll have waited un-
til got my first quarters salary. 1 had it
al
sides paying one two other bills. Now, am
I not an exemplary character? I might do the
returned prodigal business, eh?"
do you mean to say you have been three
whole months with Sir George?" asked
Murray.
Certainly I do. Are you wondering why
didn't tell you before? ] wanted to feel sure
of myself, Glen, old man. 1 thought 1 was
sure from the beginning, but I decided not to
speak too When you see her, you will
cease to wonder at her making a of me-
Where is she? 1 should like to see her
immensely.
''She'S away just now. She's been away
almost all the time I've been here; but don't
mind 1 shouldn't work half so we'll if there
was always the chance of coming across her
in the house. STILL 1 should like to see her.
She is Sir Georges ward you say? What
l her name? I've been so long out of Eng
land that L don't seem to know anyone
''She is called Molyneux-Ida Molyneux."
Tom fingered a little over the name Il
haven't ghost of a chance you know am
quite aware of that. She has money, position
and swarms of titled admirers. / don't sup
pose she even remembers my existence, -ex-
cept as her guardians secretary. But, for all
that, she has changed the whole course of my
life. A few glances from her sweet, earnest
eyes, dozen words from her sweet, earnest
lips, have made a man of me. / can never
hope to win her. but I can, at least try to
make myself worthy of loving her. thought
it would seem sort of sacrilege to think of
marrying her.
allow yourself to hope" said his cousin. For
my part, should want to marry woman if
loved her."
Not such a woman as Miss Molyneux
And yet, don't know; think I'd rather see
her your wife than anyone else's. You are
worthy of her than any other man 1
know, Clem.''
Thanks, dear boy. But 1 doubt if your
goddess would look at me- and 1 am not at
all anxious that she should
''Ah! you haven't seen her."
Clement had seen the result of her influence
though on his wild young relative, and he
felt decidedly curious to what manner of
woman she could be to have worked such a
miracle.
But he quickly forgot her, and Tom also.
for, when he returned to his hotel, he found
the Detective, Hadley, awaiting him with the
news Of Miss Morton.
'She has gone as governess to the house of
Mrs Fitzsimmons who lives at Mamton
and it is about a mile from the village of
Hamton.
Are you sure?" asked Murray.
Quite sure. unless [ have been following
description you gave me, MIR, Murray
How did you trace her?"
81 went to the agencies first, and made
inquiries. | heard OF one or two Miss Nor
tons, but not this one So then 1 studied the
papers for advertise ments, and found
she had answered this of Mrs FitZsim-
mons. 1 in luck in coming across her
soon. Of course, I might have gone on
working for month without finding her.
and she is actually there-at the Elms
What is the rest of the address?'
Murray took out his notebook and wrote
at the detectives dictation-
Miss Morton, care of Mrs. Fitzsimmons,
The Elms, Hamton, near Bath
The next thing to be done was to find some
one who knew Mrs. Fitzsimmons and get an
irtr q the ladV