Meade County news. [volume] (Meade, Kan.) 1900-1918, 1910-06-09

He came upstairs, two steps at
time.
Look here" he said, bursting into
the room, there may be something
in your theory, after all. The woman's
name-it may be a coincidence, but
it's curious-her name is Sullivan"
What did tell your" said, sitting
up suddenly in bed. She's probably
a sister of that scoundrel in lower
seven, and she was afraid of what he
might do"
"Well, I'll go there some day soon.
She's not conscious yet. In the mean.
time, the only thing can do is to
keep an eye, through detective, on
the people who try to approach Bron.
son. Well have the case continued,
anyhow, in the hope that the stolen
notes will sooner or later turn up"
"Confound this arm," ! said, paying
for my energy with some excruciating
throbs. There's so much to be look
ed after, and here l am, bandaged,
splintered, and generally useless. It's
beastly shame"
Don't forget that l am here" said
Mcknight pompously. "And another
thing, when you feel this way just re-
member there are two less desirable
places were you might be. One is
Jail, and the other is" He strummed
on an imaginary harp, with devotional
eyes.
But Meningitis light-heartedness
Jared on me that morning. lay and
frowned under my helplessness. When
by chance l touched the little gold
bag, it seemed to scorch my fingers
Richey, finding me unresponsive, left
to keep his luncheon engagement with
Alison West AS he clattered down
the stairs, turned my back to the
morning sunshine and abandoned my
self to misery. By what strain on her
frayed nerves was Alison West keep
ing up, wondered? Under the cir
cumstances, would dare to return
the bag? Knowing that l had it,
would she hate me for my knowledge?
Or had exaggerated the Importance
of the necklace, and In that case had
she forgotten me already?
But Mcknight had not gone, after
all. l heard him coming back, his
voice preceding him, and 1 groaned
with irritation.
Wake up!" he called. Somebody's
sent you lot of flowers. Please hold
the box, Mrs. Klopton; I'm going out
to be run down by an automobile"
/ reused to feeble interest My
brothers wife is punctilious about
such things; all the new babies in the
family have silver rattles, and all the
sick people flowers.
Mcknight pulled up an armful Of
roses, and held them out to me.
Wonder who they're from?" he
said, fumbling in the box for card.
There's no name-yes, here's one"
He held it up and read it with ex-
asperating slowness.
"'Best wishes for an early recovery.
A COMPANION IN MISFORTUNE
well, what do you know about
that!" he exclaimed. That's some
thing you didn't tell me, Lollie."
1T was hardly worth mentioning"
l said mendaciously, with my heart
beating until 1 could hear 1t. She had
not forgotten, after all.
Mcknight took bud and fastened
it in lis buttonhole I'm afraid was
not especially pleasant about it. They
were her roses, and anyhow, they were
meant for me. Richey left very soon,
with an irritating final grin at the
box.
"Good-by, sir woman-hater," he
jeered at me from the door,
So he wore one of the roses she
had sent me, to luncheon with her,
and lay back among my pillows and
tried to remember that it was his
game, anyhow, and that l wasn't even
drawing cards. To remember that, and
to forget the broken necklace under
my head!