Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1903-05-09

Mr.. Chalmers as he took his place at
his desk, and brushed aside the OBJ
trusive butt Of half-smoked cigar.
"He went on some important bust
ness and no announcement was made
of his. departure. Mr.. Van Horne
left for Europe two weeks ago. He
Is now somewhere in Russia"
"1hat is very unfortunate" said
Miss Carmody. The tears glistened
in her eyes, and she held them back
only by q too-evident exercise of
will power.
"Miss Carmody," said Chalmers in
his rapid but cordial manner, 'if
your desire to see Mr.. Van Horne
arises from any mission in which
the Record is concerned, am fully
authorized to take his place. In his
absence there is practically no limit
to my authority"
The eyes of the young lady bright
ened. She looked at the handsome
face of the young managing editor
with mingled expression Of hope
and doubt.
II am afraid you cannot do that
which I had intended to ask" Miss
Carmody said.
II can do anything except suspend
the publication of the paper" replied
Chalmers with prompt fervor. II
should be tempted to even do that, If
I imagined it could possibly relieve
the distress which you are suffer-
ing"
The pale face of the young lady
flushed at this declaration, which
was uttered with sincerity which
left no doubt as to the honesty Of
Mr.. Van Horne's representative.
THAT is the last request in the
world I should make" she replied,
after q moments pause, in which the
color left her cheeks. "Mr. Chal-
mers," she continued, in a voice
tremulous in it's decision, Il am 60
ing to submit something to you as
| if you were Mr.. Van Horne. 1 have
known Mr.. Van Horne for many
years. He has been visitor ut my
fathers house, and when father dis
appeared I thought of asking him
| to aid me. My mother is dead, and
the whole responsibility falls on me
as his only child. The house is fire.
quented by vulgar detectives, and
they have driven me nearly frantic.
One would think. from the questions
they ask, and the things they do,
that l was suspected of being a
party to my fathers disappearance.
And our well-meaning friends are
almost as bad. They smother me
with their sympathy. am not look
ing for sympathy. wish to find my
dear. father, and I have not the
slightest confidence in the detectives,
or in the methods which they have
adopted"
She paused for a moment as If to
consider how she should frame the
request she had TO make. Mr.. Char
mers was deeply attentive.
| Il am u STcdI uchC'Si III e"S ~
sibilities of such a newspaper as the
New York Record" she said. II think
that one good newspaper man is
worth a dozen detectives. 1 do not
believe the detectives will ever To-
cate the men who have abducted my
father-for it certainly is a case OF
abduction. / wish to place sum OF
money in the keeping of the New
York Record, n part OF it to be Of
fered by it as a public reward for
the return of the men who have been
kidnapped, and the other portion TO
be used under your personal direc-
ton for the same purpose"
Mr.. Chalmers smiled; and reach
ing into his desk produced the proof
of the copy of n headline which was
vet wet with the printers ink.
an small way I had anticipated
your plan," he said, as he handed
her the proof. 1t read as follows:
ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOL
LARS REwARDn
Tho New York Record offers this Sum