The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-07-24


 gagement ring an indisso1uble barrier But this was not romance. was fight ing for my life happiness, and as to 1 the ring-well, am of the opinion that if a man really loves a woman and thinks he can make her happy he will tell her so if she is strung with en. gagement rings to the ends of her fin gers Dangerous doctrine? Well, this is not propa ganda.
 Tuesday found us all more normal. Margery went with me along the hall when started for the office.
 "You have not learned anything?" she asked.
 ''Not much," evaded. Nothing def mite, anyhow. Margery, you are not going back to the Monmouth avenue house again, are you?'
 Mot just yet don't think could. suppose later it will have to be sold, but not at once. shall go to Aunt Letitia's first"
 .very we'll" I said. "Then you are going to take walk with me this aft ernoon in the park. won't take no; you need the exercise, and need-to talk to you"
 When she had agreed went to the office. Burton was there. He had struck up an acquaintance with Miss Grant, the stenOgrapher, and that usually trigid person had melted under the warmth of his red hair and his smile, She was telling him about her sisters baby having the whooping cough. | When we had gone Nto the inner of Zee and shut out Miss Grant and the whooping cough he was serious in- 1 stantly.
 swell.' he said. q guess we've got | Wardrop for theft. anyhow"
 tTheft?' I inquired.
 "Well, larceny, if you prefer legal lerms. found where he sold the pearls in Plattsburg, to wholesale jeweler named, suggestively, Cashdollar." "Then," said conclusively, If he took the pearls and sold them, as sure IS sit here he took the money out of hat Russia leather bag"
 I'm not so darned sure of it," said Burton calmly.
 If he had any reason he refused to give it. I told him, in my turn, of Car ter's escape, aided by the police, and he smiled. For suicide it's causing lot of excitement" he remarked. When told him the little incident of the postofice he was much interested.
 '9The old lady's in it somehow he maintained. "She may have been lending Fleming money, for one thing. How do you know 1t wasn't her hun i ared thousand that was stolen?" There's only one thing to do, and that is find Miss Jane. If she's alive she can tell something. If Miss Jane Is dead-well, somebody killed her, and it's time it was being found out.'
 "Ifs easy enough to say find her."
 ''It's easy enough to find her," he ex- pIoded. Make a noise about it. Send up rockets, Put a half column ad. in | every paper in town or, better still, give the story to the reporters and let them find her for you. Describe her how she walked, what she liked to eat what she wore; in this case what she didn't wear. Tn forty-eight hours she will have been seen in a hundred diff ferent places, and one of them will be tight. It will be question of selec- tion-that is, if she is alive" l The publicity part of it left to him, and sent special delivery that morn. ing to Bellwood asking Miss Letitla to say nothing and to refer reporters. to me. had already been besieged with them since my connection with the I Fleming case, and few more made no difference.
 Burton attended to the matter thor oughly. The i o'clock edition of ar afternoon paper contained short and vivid scarlet account of Miss Jane's disappearance. The evening editions were full and. while vague as to the manner of her leaving, were minute as regarded her personal appearance and characteristics.
 To escape the threatened inundation of the morning paper men, left the office early, and at 4 o'clock Margery and stepped from hill car into the park.
 q wish some one depended on me, she said pensively. ''It's a terrible thing to feel that it doesn't matter tc any one-not vitally, anyhow-whethel one is around or not. To have all my responsibilities taken away at once and just to drift around like this-oh it's dreadful. Besides my father, there was only one person in the world who cared about me. and I don't know | where she is. Dear Aunt Janey'
 The sunlight caught the ring on her engagement finger, and she flushed l suddenly as she saw me looking at 1t We sat there for a while saying noth ing. The long May afternoon was coming to close. The paths began to l fill with long lines of hurrying home 1 seekers, their day in office or factory | at an end.
 Then impulsively she held out her hand to me.