The news=record. [volume] (Enterprise, Wallowa County, Oregon) 1907-1910, 1910-09-17
BY BOOTH HARRINGTON AND HARRY LEON WILSON
NOVELIZED FROM THE PLAY BY ,WB Nj FERGUSON

snifred young f;anGaiI. "ne7i slip
through your fingers again-see If he
doesn't"
'.Yes, the ladies are to be kept In
entire ignorance" agreed Pleydell, ig-
norirfg the boys observation, like
wise Mr.. Kirby and that fat scoundrel
who accompanies him-no warning,
mind. for they are desperate charac-
ters who hesitate at nothing. Miss
Adele will naturally abhor the idea OF
remaining under this roof one minute
longer than is absolutely necessary.
TO complete our ostenSible purpose in
form the servants we are leaving. nev-
er to return, and let Miss Adele pack
up and take with her such things as
belonged to her mother and upon
which this scoundrel can have no legal
claim. BY the way, we must assume
charge of Colonel Moreau's portman-
teau, with such effects as 1t may con-
tain. 1t is our duty to inquire II he
left any next of kin and to return his
belongings to them. Poor gentleman
~ uOuOluDiC, NhiN oho NObio
geous. regret that / had not the ex-
treme honor of meeting him while he
was yet living"
AS, in quest of the portmanteau.
Aaron entered the deserted drawing
room Kirby. pacing the balcony, hail
ed him from the window.
"Mr. Randall, If you think that ex-
citable young cousin of yours is ready
| TO listen to me there's something I've
got to tell him." he said quietly, mas
tering his irritation.
lit Is our intention that you shall sec
him. sir, as soon as the ladies have
gone," replied Aaron. with signifi-
canoe lost on the other.
when the ladies have goneT echoed
Kirby. entirely without comprehension,
for he had never contemplated such a
move.
Mr.. Randall nodded.
"Mr. Kirby" he said .coldly, lin their
sense of honor to the dead man who
lost this place to you his children do
not oppose your possession. But you
can scarcely imagine they would be
willing to pass the night under this
roof once you had claimed it."
Without comment Kirby returned to
the balcony. He looked old and care
worn, for the words had stung him tc
the quick. Twice within the past hoHl
he had sent request for an interview
to Adele, and as yet she had made III
answer. This, then. was the explana
ton. Evidently he was deemed too
unclean thing even to look upon. Ht
did not greatly wonder, for he could
never efface the memory of her horri
fed look and cry when the mask hat
fallen and the bad prince stood reveal
ed. After all. the penalty for his re
naming had been UNNECESSARILY great
er than he had anticipated.
Meanwhile Aaron had bent over tn
portmanteau, which still lay open upol
chair as Judge Pleydell had left II
In searching for Colonel Moreau's Der
ringer the contents of the suit cas-
had been somewhat dlsarranged, an,
the methodical Aaron now withdrey
badly crumpled coat, intending I
fold 1t neatly before replacing II. A
he did so a red morocco box fell fror
one of the pockets. Aaron. about t
return 1t. suddenly started and held
under the light of an adjacent lamI
) for the inscription on the lid whic
had arrested his attention was: MAI
garet Randall to her husband, job
Randall"
Margaret Randall-that was Adele
mother" he exclaimed In wonder.
"What is that?" asked NJ. iVeaudr,
aenterlng the room and noting the otl
,, er's interest.
Something that fell from Colon
Mereau's portmanteau," replied Aaro
opening the box and examining It's col