Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1911-12-21

90 ahead. young millionaire. But
VII charge you for your breakfast
here, anyway. Don't you forget that
I wiz be home az nine o'clock, the
usual Sunday breakfast hour" I re
turned in an unruffed tone. He
sDorted and rang OF without deigning
to reply further, and I hung up the
receiver with the feeling that I had
done my part towards a reconcilia-
/ ton For the present at least, the
matter must rest where it was. Then
calling up the hotel Office and leaving
an order for them to awaken me at
seven o'clock, I locked the door and
turned out the light.
At the ringing of the call bell the
next morning at the hour I had des-
I had slept but little, and that little
was more like the semi-consciousness
which comes from exhaustion rather
than the slumber Of repose I felt IN
refreshed, respondent, self-angry. Nor
was my appearance in the glass sat
| isfactory as T ran my eyes over my
| reflection. I had little desire for
| breakfast, but inasmuch as l had told
! Uncle Abner that I would be present
/ at that occasion, I paid my bill and
| took a car homeward. The morning
/ was a midsummerday dream The
| foliage had been bathed by a night
/ shower and the air was perfumed with
/ the incense of growing green things.
| AS I passed up the walk among the
oaks I could not but realize how beau
tiful the grounds were despite their
unkemptness, and that 1t would cost
me pang after all to leave this
place permanently should my quar-
rel with its owner develop to that
acute stage. For it was under these
trees that I had passed so many pleas
/ ant hours with Glare, or wandering
through the marble halls of my air
] castles Mrs. Tebbets admitted me
upon my summons; but no sooner
had l entered the sleepy halls than
my fOndnes for the place vanished
in the old depression which always
came upon me as | viewed their
IOuSt1uSS6 II was Int passing AA1IC
a vault, cherries, gloomy, the echoes
hooking my footsteps. went straight
to my own room. The door was closed
between where l was and my uncle
apartment, and I stood listening. Usu-
ally he was up and could be heard
puttering around before this, but now
all was silence beyond. I opened the
o7g4sa nd
stepped forward. But on the
threshold I stopped with my eyes
sweeping the scene that lay before
me.
The room was in a state Of disorder
Everywhere was to be seen the hand
of violence. Bureau drawers had been
ransacked and left yawning; the bed
was a twisted tangle of sheets and
crumpled pillows; clothing was scat
tered about the floor. But what was
more startling than anything else was
the condition of the iron safe. Its
combination had been shattered by
some powerful explosive and its door
standing wide, gave a full view into
its looted interior With the sweat
starting from my forehead I rushed
forward
I inspected it with a glance. Nc
money remained in it, but the papers
looked as though they had not beer
disturbed beyond a general overhaul
ing. l swept my eyes about the room
and under the bed. No glimpse of my
uncle rewarded me and l ran from the
room with loud calls for Mrs. Teb
bets. 1t was her custom not to dis
turb US of Sunday mornings until she
announced breakfast, and that she
knew nothing Of the condition of al
fairs in the upper part OF the house
had been evidenced by her ordinary
demeanor as she admitted me. From
room to room of the upper story
went in rapid search Of the missing
one, and at last, in one Of the darl
closets I found him and dragged hin
forth. He was bound hand and foot
and I bent over him and shook him
He seemed to be rather more uncon
scious than otherwise but he certain
) ly was alive.
Putting up the stairs in response tt