The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1906-08-24

/ mollle looked inQuifinely across hef
silver Aashet at Jack. The Girl 10 Pink
sat up erect and hastily smcothed ner
tumbled locks Then the door opened
Nnd Townshend poepod in.
Thought you people would be taxi
ing an inventory computing the rsv-
ages. THAI was an awiully Jolly little
dinner. Mrs Clahin' lie followed her
CHEEKY voice into the pretty room. Il
saw the lights were still on. so /
didn't ring up the lactotum Cant tell
how much enjoyed &c. Four o'clock,
Tuesday, Miss Van Allen. Goodnight
again
The door had almost closed behind
him when Mollie Clann sprang for
ward, the silver dropping with
crash into the basket
"Oh, Mr. Townshend. come bach!'
Her soft. southern voice had in Il q
note of distress. "Come right back.
this minutei"
He turned his six feet three quick
ly about. and looked down at her ex-
pectantly as she stood in the doorway.
She smiled up. and the flush on the
fair, laughing face deepened a bit. as
She went on in her pretty, impulsiye
way;
Don't you know. foolish man, that
sou must not 30 of that way rs
such bad luck to come backi Come
eight in here and turn around three
lines. two-three- that'sit. Now,
sit downl' She gave the greatcoat a
gentle little push toward the sleepy
hollow chair He went down; She
breathed a sigh OF relief There, you
can go now She held the door IN
vitingly open.
He sat quite still in the big, COM
Portable chair, and looked sternly @;
the other man, who was leaning aegli
gently against the piano.
Take her back south, Jack, before
the commonwealth finds out We burr
witches up here"
She made a little moue, and the
other man shrugged his shoulders
Il used to be a believer in heredi.y.
I'm not now ! give you my word,
Townshend. she has sensible ancestors.
| know two of them--and look al her.
be pointed scornfully at the dainty iig-
ure in the pale blue crepe. STEPPED
in superstitionl Wears a fetish OF
some sort round her neck, and has
for her high priestess the wrinkledest,
blackest old"
A blue cloud swept across the room,
soft hand covered his lips, and a
voice was raised in indignant pro-
test:
1T isn'tl It's only my-rabbit-footi
And you shan't make fun of dear old
Aunt Lizal And who was It that
wouldn't pull with the Varsity crew
last year. because they had lost their
mascot? And"
"And who was it," The Girl in Pink
had risen and was pointing an accus-
ing finger at the man in the great
coat, that only last week. at Bobby
Fairs mess. wouldn't sit down until
the steward was brought in-becauss
there were-th-ir-te-en!"
He gave one look at Jsck-then.
without a word. the two men bolted,
pursued by little, delicious, mocking
sibes
Mollie turned suddenly and looked
aearchingly at the girl who had thrown
herself down upon the rug. elizabeth
Van Allen, believe III tell-you--
something The strangest thing!" she
came slowly toward the fire,
For three nights, Bess. have
dreamed the same thing-that in d
certain place in this very house, there
is something valuable, silver OF gold,
/ hidden. And, Bess ! believe IL! There
was no earthly reason why | should
dream such a thing-I have never
/ thought of IT, 1t Just came to Ee,
and / know Aunt Liza would say IL
was sentl Jack laughed at first. but
last night when l woke him up and
showed him--come, I'll show you!'
She sprang lightly to her feet and
gathered the soft blue draperIes about
her.
The Girl in Pink followed quickly
ms she led the way to TIE dining-room
straight across the parquetted floor
Here, right behind this buffCt,' she
tugged recklessly at the pretty piece OF
furniture. Now. put your ear to thai
wall. and listen when / tap. Don't YOU
hear-it's hollow!" The t%e girl.
looked at each other breathlessly. Tn,
Girl in Pink had caught the fever oI
excitement that glowed in the bu'
eyes.
There isn't another place in tht
whole room that sounds that way
know, for we have secret cabinet il
the library down homeland It's rhl
very identical spot II my dreams
You know. this-thrse apartments
were once house, one of those oil
colonial mansions; It belonged 4
Jacks great-great-grandfathero orsome
body It's Jacks own property II
can de as ne pleasos, and I've mad
up my miRd-he's got to dig in ther
and sect And this very nightl'
"But. Mollie, mink OF the mess al
J over your pretty rooml And won
49, .-.l,n IN the other apartment"
They've gone away. Mr. Crosh
won't be back tin to-morrow--that'
why want Jack 20 DO IL to-nigh
J And what DO / care for a mess,
, only-oh, Jack, let's do it--nowl" sh
lifted two coaxing blue eyes TO th
man Who had come IN quietly an
] was standing in the doorway, watch
ing the TWO with the shadow OF
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