Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1904-03-31
CHATTER mI.-continued.
By
Tom Gallon


be no doubt about her claim; the pa
pers were there; the advertisement
asking for her was clear and direct.
Across the wide ocean flashed mes
sages to a dull little Office in C%hancery
Lane; from the duh little Office flash
| ed back an eager reply. After that
there was no necessity to think about
money; she had all she cared to de-
mand. The game had begun, and 1t
was in her hands. Grace Yarwood
had died in that solitary cabin on the
outskirts of the ruined town in Ne
! vada: the new Grace Yarwood step
ped quietly into the place the dead
girl should have held. oh, it had been
a lucky night, that night when she
had ridden hard with owen Jaggard,
and had come to that place for rest
and food
Il thought it would be a desperate
game" she unused, as she drove on
through London; sits the easiest
thing | ever attempted. ! shall settle
down and be highly respectable; it
| wouldn't be surprising if married a
title, and so buried the name of Grace
Yarwood altogether. l mustn't forget
that | am Grace Yarwood; that other
woman-Joyce Bland-i2 still some
where out in Nevada, IL any one wants
to know, riding about like a mad thing
and having fingers pointed at her.
Yes, | am Grace Yarwood; was born
abroad, and my mother died soon
after. Heighoi it's nice to have lots
Of money!"
So it happened that the demure-
looking young lady put up at the quiet
hotel In a street off the Strand-a
quiet hotel that had been suggested to
her by Messrs. Stock and Er!ing OF
Cbancery Lane, her solicitors. And
that night she wrote a letter to those
same solicitors, announcing her arriv-
al In London, and stating that she
would call upon them the next day at
about three o'clock in the afternoon.
At the last moment she added a post
script to the letter asking that they
would let her know IL the time was
not ~conver'ant.
There ca..ld not be much doubt re-
garair tle safety of her scheme; Tor,
if any one had looked in that night at
the quiet hotel at which she was stay
ing and had seer the young lady read
ing a book in the drawing room in the
company of two elderly spinsters, who
were evidently very much interested
In the fact that she was quite alone,
they would scarcely have recognized
in her hat grim and frantic woman
who had ridden through the dust n
darkness beside a man, and had been.
ready % do battle for him ii 1t came
to a tight place. Joyce Bland was,
indeed, left far behind.
About midday the following day a
note arrived by hand from the solic-
itors, saying that their Mr.. Stock
would be delighted to see Miss Grace
Yarwood that afternoon at the time
appointed. They begged that she would
be good enough to bring with her, as
a formality, the papers and documents
which proved her identity, and which,
they understood from her New York
agents, she had in her POSSESSION.
They were so far in her possession
that they had never actually left her
body since the night when first she
had held them in her hands.
Her coming to the office In Chanc-
cry Lane evidently created some
small sensation. which was scarcely
surprising. All over the world this
girl had been advertised for; she had
at last been found, and now she was
calmly sitting in the office, looking
sharply about her in all directions n
waiting until Mr.. Stock could see her.
And be It noted that by this time any
faint iutter of doubt DR. fear was
gone; the whole soul Of the woman
was In arms to meet anything and
everything and to stick fast to that
one original lie. For one moment
only. when q clerk approached her
and said that Mr.. Stock would see her,
her heart gave one big jump, and
then was still. This was the supreme
moment
A moment later she found herself
in . big, somber room. bowling to q
tall. thin man, who was looking over
his spectacles at her from the other
side Or . great desk. For what seem
ed q horribly long time the man fixed
her in that fashion, a. though study
ing 9 line Of her: then he moved
rapidly forward and pointed to .
chair.
ssxstss Yarvood thia Il what would