Custer County Republican. (Broken Bow, Neb.) 1882-1921, 1903-03-26
The Iron Workers Daughter
HOWARD FORESTER.
CHAPTER Xv.-CConuuucdJ

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A clerk entered the room, and attended
TO some details MIR. Mead impressed on
him In low tone. While he was pres.
ent the mill owner continued:
What is itf What has he been dong
or what do you suspect he has been do
ing?"
"You read a story Of murder the oih-
er day.
"A murder! Oh, you mean the woman
killed on --- street, over the river
Eyes"
Mr. Mead looked nquirngly at Grip;
by chance the clerk glanced at him. too.
Then the detective also looked at Gripp
as he replied to Mr.. Mead.
1--WE are on the murdcrcr's track; we
think it is impossible for him to escape
II hope you will catch him! hope
you mayw exclaimed Mr.. Mead, tervent-
ly.
"That is why inquired about Athrr-
ton. Good day, sir"
The detective retired. As he opened the
door. he observed it was njar lie also
observed young lady standing near a
window in the adjoining room. Her race
was turned from him, but her cheek was
deadly pale.
The detective, a trained observer, made
a mental note of the fact. Had she hcaru
what passed in the inner roomt ANA II
she did, how or in what way dld the
murder concern herr
81 very much regret the absurd mistake
that will compel me to call on you again
said Grip, when they were alone.
Plainly, his face indicated disappoint-
ment, chagrn. The substitution of one
lot of drawings for another-how could he
explain that? He would only make mat
tiers worse, he argued, so he held ms
peace, trusting to time and favorable
reception of his very liberal proposition
to Mr.. Mead to pave the way for an tX
PLANTATION of the change made in the
drawings, when they could laugh over 1t
He bowed himself out, and fastened
away so quickly he did not notice the ilg
ure at the window. When he disappe lr
ed, one of the clerks addressed the wait
ing figure at the window.
"Mr. Mead is disengaged now, miss,
The lady entered Mr.. Mead's private
room quickly.
"You are Mr.. MeadT
"Be seated. Yes, and ] am sorry
kept you waiting"
you will excuse my want of ceremony
but it is matter that cannot wait.
Proceed"
"My name is Atherton. am daush
ter Of Daniel Anterior"
Mr.. Mead was secretly amazed, but h'
only bowed and she continued:
81 have called to see you concerning
a matter Mr. Arthur Mayberry is, o.
was, interested In"
Mr. Mead bowed again. His maine
treasured her. She FASTENED on with he
story, as though time was precious, o
she feared to occupy Mr. Meads time.
"Mr. Mayberry called upon you con
corning business which he Is unable t
pursue, because, unfortunately, as l hay
reason to believe, my father was in som
manner induced to change his mind. A
least, matters turned out in a way tina
Mr.. Mayberry could not do what h
thought he could, and | have called
not with his or my fathers knowledge
Sir-but to let you know the truth Il
lou will doubtless know it from Mr.. May
Jerry himself. My reason for intrudn
n this matter is solely because it
tnown to me that Mr.. Mayberry is in II
way to be blamed. The fault If any, lie
with my father, and am trying to max
Rmends-the only amends that lies in IN
power"
II understand you. Give yourself n
concern whatever" said Mr.. Mead, smi
lngly, as he looked at the anxious fac
turned toward him. She was going. vine
he detained her.
This idea of your father's-has he d.,
posed of it 80 any person, or has he tai
EN- steps that will test the correctness {
his views"
II do not know. | think ne has NJ
succeeded in interesting more than tW
persons-Mr. Mayberry, who, it seem
has given the matter up, and one other
THAT is all. You did perfectly rigl
In calling. 1t has, already. disabused n
Of one notion" He did not say VIII,
the notion was. Irene thought he refe
red to Mayberry's failure to keep his a
Sentiment, and faint blush suffused h,
heck.
But Mr.. Mead was not thinking
layberry; he was thinking Of Gripp, al
rendering how he made such a mistal
bringing him a lot of drawings TIL
had as little bearing upon the new pr
cess as the shadow of Cheops. And
instantly surmised that the drawings NJ
Gripp had looked at with anger and /
concealed disgust were this young lady
She bowed again and withdrew. NJ
Mead paced the floor with strange SIM
lowering on his lips.
$50, this is Atherton's daughter.
love affair. Who would have thought h
puddler's daughterr AS pretty 6
as one will see in a week. So, this is
case where Grip has displayed his usr
business judgment. Well, it's no aft
of mine-but I'll be hanged IL would
like 10 see Mayberry win instead
Grip. This is a queer world-a QuC
world"
CHAPTER XVI.
When Dan Atherton returned home
the evening of the day Gripp called