American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1911-02-25

relief of being free Is too blessed tc
throw away. l really slept through
the night can't tell you what d
boon that Isl"
why. Sister Margaret had to cal
us both at eight" exclaimed Helen
That Is almost too wonderful for be
lief"
"Oh, the nights here are tranquility
itself! Now, as to the drive
Let us wait another day, Mr.. Dono-
van. | feel that we must make assur-
ance doubly sure" said Miss Pat; and
this, of course. was final.
1t was clear that the capture of Gil
lespie had not disturbed the slumber
of st. Agatha's. My conscience
pricked me a trifle at leaving them so
ignorantly c%ontented; but G~illespie's
appearance was hardly a menace and
though | had pledged myself to warn
Helen Holbrook at the first sign of
trouble, | determined to lea with him
on my own account. He was only an
infatuated fool. and l was capable, |
hoped. OF disposing of his case with
o'N thnibr ahJ otG IutO lily COuH
dence. But first 1t was my urgent
business to find him.
| got II the launch and crossed he
lake to the summer colony and began
my search by asking for Gillespie at
the casino. but found that his name
was unknown. l lounged about until
lunch time. visited the golf course
that Inv ~, IN MI ~ .J,-I b.-. ~
cottages and watched the players un-
til satisfied that Gillespie was not
among them. then | went home for
luncheon.
A man with bandaged arms, and
clad In a dressing gown. cannot go
TAR without attracting attention; and
| was not In the least discouraged by
my fruitless search. | have spent
considerable part of my life In the
engaging occupation of looking for
men who were hard to find, and as I
smoked my cigar on the shady ter
race and waited for lima to r~eplenisb
the launch's tank. I felt confident that
before night | should have an under.
standing with Gillespie II he were still
hVoh " [tuIdtlAdlt.
The midday was warm. but | cooled
my eyes on the deep shadows of the
wood. through which at intervals |
saw white sails fash on the lake. All
bird-song was hushed, but a wood
pecker on a dead sycamore hammered
away for dear life. The bobbing OF
his red head must have exercised
soma hXnnnfiN RpAn f@~ l-4 g.
minutes, and dreamed that the wood
pecker had bored a hole in my fore.
mead. When | reused It was with a
start hat sent my pipe Gathering to
the stone terrace floor. A man who
mas ever camped or hunted or been
hunted-and | have known all three
eNperiences-always scrutinizes the
horizons when he wakes. and | found
myself staring into the wood. AS NV
eyes sought remembered landmarks
mere and there. | saw Il man dressed
as a common sailor skulhing toward
the boathouse several hundred wards
away. He was evidently following the |
school wall TO escape observation. and
rose and stepped closer To the bal.
to watch his movements. In
a moment he came out into a little
open space wherein stood "a stone |
tower where water was stored for the
house. and he paused here and gazed
o him c%uriously. picked up a
glass from IA little table near by
md caught sight OF a swarthy foreign
ACE under n soft felt hat. He passed
ne tower and walked on toward the
axe. and ! dropped over the balus.
aud followed him.
The japanese boy was s;iil at work