The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1913-02-27

hole to prevent surprised He saw
the automobiles. They were leaving
that night. If he acted at all, It must
be within an hour; in less than that
time they would be loading the cars.
His mind began to rid itself of its
confusion. Without the aid OF the
police; and presently he saw the way
to do It.
He was OF at a dog-trot, upon the
balls OF his feet, silently. Within FIVE
minutes he was mounting the steps
to the Mortimer home, and in another
minute was inside. The others saw d.
rectly that something serious had hap
pened.
What's the trouble, George? House
vanished" asked Mortimer.
Have you got brace of revolv-
ers?" said George quietly.
Two automatics. But
Give them to me-" less evenly in
tone. "Will you call up Arthur Wads-
worth, president of the Merchandise
chanic Bank?"
"The bank?"
Yes, the bank. You know, 1t is
just In the rear Of my house."
Here Fortune came forward. All
the bright color was gone from her
cheeks; the old mask Of despair had
reformed. She needed no further en-.
lightenment.
Are you going back there?" she
asked.
"Yes, dear; I must. Mr.. Mortimer
will 60 with me-"
And II"
mo, heart O. mine; you've got to
stay here"
III you do not take me with YOU.
you will not find me here when you re-
turn"
my child" began Mortimer sooth.
ingly, you must not talk like that
There will be danger"
Then notify the police, and let the
danger rest upon their shoulders" she
said, her jaws set squarely.
II can't call in the police" replied
George, miserable.
Shall I tell you why?"
Dearest, can't you understand that
it is you l am thinking off,"
Il am determined. II do not 20
with you, You shall never see me
again. My mother is there!"
Tragedy. Mrs. Mortimer stretched
out hand, but the girl did not see
it. Her mother; her own flesh and
blood! Oh, the poor child!
Come, then" said George, in de-
spair. But you are hurting me, For
tune"
Forgive me. but l must go with
you. l must!"
Get me the revolvers, Mr.. Morti-
mer Well wait for Wadsworth.
Will you please telephone him? I'm
afraid l couldn't talk steadily enough.
Explain nothing save that it concerns
his bank"
George sat down. rot during those
early days Of the journey across the
desert had he felt so pitiably weak
and inefficient.
Fortune paced the room, her arms
folded tightly across her breast.
Strange, there, was neither fear nor
pain In her heart, only a wild wrath.
When Mortimer returned from the
telephone, saying that Wadsworth
would be right over. he asked George
to explain fully what was going on.
It was rather long story. George
to get through it with a CO.
lerencX understandable, but no more.
George inspected the revolvers care
'ully to see If they were loaded.
The bell rang, and Arthur Wads-
worth came in. Mortimer knew him:
George did not. He drew his interest
Is it fell due and deposited it in an
'ther bank. That was the extent Of
lis relations with Arthur Wadsworth,
president of the Northumberland
Bank Of New York.
Arthur was small, thin, blond like |
lis brother, but the hair was SO light
lpon the top of his head that he gave |
me the impression that he was bald.
His eyes looked out from behind half
hut lids; his cheeks were cadaver.
'us; his pale lips met in straight,
unpleasant line. There was not the
highest resemblance between the