The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1909-07-15

Mary Anne advanced Willingly burt
as raised the button by the little key
and held it toward her, her Jaw
dropped suddenly and the color for.
sock her rudy face.
"Whered you find It, miss?"
"In the cellar, right by the steps"
"You've-been-dow In the cell
lar?'
Certainly; why not?"
Mary Anne wiped her face with a
corner of her Bingham apron, and
poked wood into the stove with recb.
less prodigallty.
IT'S entirely too fore landed you are,
Miss Elizabeth" she grumbled-"
cellar lookin' like distraction and you
goin' down there the fust time What
kind of ousekeepin' do you think
do? This very day laid out to put
everything shipshape down there and
take you around meself. And the
cellars damp-like, and no place fur
lady any'ow, and you like to take
cold and sneeze yer cad Off"
Elizabeth laughed and assured her
that this catastrophe was not liable to
happen to-day, and suggested that the
cellar might be improved by the in.
PRODUCTION of fresh air and sunlight.
"And how soon you got the shelf
fixed!" she added, by way of soothing
Mary Annes ruffled feelings.
Shelf" she repeated vaguely. ooh
OF course, miss. 'Ow could git along
without 1t? And what else did We find
/ H., led
little button?"
thought she watched me keenly as
replied / had not looked for anything
more, and wondered she had not seen
1t on her trips up and down the steps.
me eyes are not so good as they
once were, nor so bright as yours,
| Miss Elise" she remarked. ITS
pretty thing, now isn't 1t? What will
you be dom with it?"
But | did not reply, for Gabrielle,
who had been to the village for the
mail. now appeared, and Elizabeth
| Immediately lost interest In everything
| else.
| | do not wish to arouse false sus-
| picions, but Elizabeth certainly wrote
a great many very long letters, and re-
| ceived volumes all in the same hand
writing. which always arrived on Ger.
tain days of the week. She used to
open them with an air of Indifference
and glance over them carelessly. then
in few minutes she would make some
excuse to go off alone, and we could
sometimes see her porting over them.
dead to the world as she turned page
after page, and smiling smile which
exasperated Gabrielle exceedingly, al
though she also did not little CORE
spending on her own account that sum-
mer.
To-day, however she handed Elizabeth
her letter without comment, and only
glanced casually at the cuff link when
| / displayed 1t in triumph, for she was
eager to relate the news she had ac-
cumulated during her trip to the vii
lage.
lyon know that smuggler?" she be-
gan, seating herself on the kitchen
doorstep and removing her hat
NO" l interrupted; I'm happy to
say don't know him.
"You know about him. don't you?
It's all the same thing. Well, I've
veeen to the hotel. and heard that he
is suspected of having been on the
island the night of the storm, and they
think"--she dropped her voice eau
tiously-"they think he took Mrs.
Bundy's emeralds."
who thinks so?"
"Oh, the detectives. of course. Lady
Edith told me- And they say it was a
very foolish thing for him to do. be-
cause he can now be arrested in Cana
da And our government officials are
perfectly wild, too. for whole lot
of things We're struggled in somehow
right under their noses"
rs he on the island now?"
"Oh, no. AS Lord Wilfrid said 1t
would be madness for him to stay here
now. He must have been one of the
men who left the hotel so early that
morning-before Mrs. Bundy discov-
cred her loss. They are following
them up. of course, but it was easy
enough to register false name and
address. can forgive his smuggling,
, but | can't forgive his robbing that
poor old woman-she's just scared to
death, and expects to have her throat
cut every night, they say-so | hope
they will catch him.
J CTO BE CONTiNUED)