The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-01-09

wy L Is dreadful, horr1ble! ne
RI forced himself to say.
0@ n But certainly no harm
can come to the boy. No
III doubt in a,few-hours So =
But he isn't strong and
father is still weak
She threw herself in a chair and her
tears broke forth afresh.
Wheaton stood impotently watching
her anguish. 1t is a new and strange
sensation which a. man experiences
when for the first time he sees tears
in the eyes of the woman he loves.
Evelyn sprang up suddenly.
Have you seen Warry?" she asked
has he come back YETI"
Nothing had been heard from them
when ] came up town. He still stood,
watching. her pityingly. Il hope you
understand how sorry am-how
dreadful l feel about it," He walked
over to her and she thought he meant
to go. She had not heard What he
said, but she thought he hadsbeen Of
fering help.
"'Oh, thank you! Everything is be-
ing done, 1 know. They will find him
tonight, won't they? They surely
must" she pleaded. Her father called
her in his weakened voice to know
who was there and she hurried away
to%him. u.
Wheaton's eyes followed her as she
went weeping from the room, and he
watched her, feeling that he might
never see her again. He felt the
poignancy of this hours history-of
rhis having brought upon this house a
hideous wrong. The French clock on
the mantel struck seven and then
tinkled the three quarters lingeringly.
There We're roses in a vase on the
mantel; he had sent them to her the
day before. He, stood as one dazed
for a minute after she had vanished
pnl1l1 hanr p0rtnr han1x in tha
house somewhere. and Evelyn's voice
reassuring him. The musical stroke
of the bell, the scent Of the roses, the
familiar surroundings Of the room,
wrought upon him like pain. He
stared stupidity about, as If amid a
ruin that he had brought upon the
place; and then he went out of the
house and down the slope into the
street, like a man in a dream.
-. While Wheaton swayed between
fear and hope, the community was
athrill with excitement. The probable
fate Of the missing boy was the subject
of anxious debate in every home in
Clarkson, and the whole country Gag
erly awaited further news Of the kid
mapping. Rarldan and Saxton, hear
"ing early of the boys disappearance
had at once placed every known
agency at work to find him. Not sat
isfied with the local police, they had
summoned detectives from : Chicago
and these were already at work. Re-
wards for the boys return were tele-
'graphed in every direction. The only
clue was the slight testimony of Mrs
Whipple. She had told and re-tol6
sher. story to detectives and reporters
There was only too little to tell Grant
had walked with her to the car. She
had seen only one Of the men thai
had driven up to the curb--the one
that had inquired about the entrance
to Mr.. Porter's grounds. She. remem.
4zbered that he had moved his head GU.
-riously to one side as he spoke, anG
There was something unusual about
his eyes which she could not describe
Perhaps he had only one eye; she die
not know.
- Every other man in Clarksor
had turned detective, and the whole
city had been ransacked. Suspi
rcion fastened itself upon al
empty house in a hollow back
of the Porter HILL which had beer
rented by a stranger a few, days be
> fore Grant Porters disappearance; i
was inspected solemnly by all the de
Electives but without results. =,
Raridan and Saxton, acting indie
pendently of the authorities in thu