The leader-enterprise. [volume] (Fitzgerald, Ga.) 1912-1915, 1914-10-23

You could leave Miss Farlow's on
the moment"
yes"
Then you will stay and be Miss
Florence's companion"
Gladly"
What is my fathers name?"
'I1argreave, Stanley Hargreave."
The girls eyes widened in terror.
Suddenly she burst into wild frenzy
CT sobbing, her head against the Shout,
der Of her erstwhile teacher.
Jones appeared visibly shocked.
"What is it?"
We read the story in the newsua-
per" said the elder woman, her own
eyes filling with tears. "The poor
child. To have all her castles-in-air
tumble down like this, But what au-
thority have you to engage me?" SEN
sibly.
Jones produced 4 document, duly
signed by Hargreave, and witnessed
and sealed by notary, in which it
was set forth that Henry Jones, but
Ter and valet to Stanley Hargreave
had full powers of attorney in the
event Of his (Hargreave's) disappear
ance; in the event of his death, till
Florence became Of legal age.
Said Jones as he put the document
back in his pocket: What is your
name?"
Susan Wanc."
do you love this child?"
with all my heart, the poor un-
happy babe"
Thank you"
Inside the home he conducted them
through the various rooms, at the
same time telling them what had ia
ken place during the preceding night.
"They have not found his body?"
asked Florence. "My poor, poor faith
err"
"No."
"Then he may be alive!"
please God that he may" said the
butler, with genuine piety, for he had
loved the man who had gone forth in
TO the night so bravely and so strange
ly. This is your room. Your father
spent many happy hours here prepar-
ing it for you"
Tears came into the girls eyes
again, and discreetly Jones left the
two alone.
What shall do, Susan? Whatever
shall I do?"
BE brave as you always are.
will never leave you till you find your
father"
Florence kissed her feryently.
What is your opinion of the butler?"
81 think we may both trust him alb
solutely."
Then Florence began exploring the
house. Susan followed her closely
Florence peered behind the mirrors,
the pictures in the drawers of the
desk, in the bookcases.
What are you hunting for, child?"
"a photograph of father" But she
found none. More, there we're no pho
tographs of any kind to be found in
Stanley Hargreave's home.
When Norton awoke, he naturally
went TO the door for the morning pa
pers which were always placed in
neat pile before the sill. He yawned,
gathered up the bundle, was about to
climb back into bed. when a head
line caught his dull eyes. Twenty-one
minutes later to be precise, he ran
up the steps of the Hargreave home
and rang the bell. He was admitted
by the taciturn Jones, to whom the
reporter had never paid any particu-
lar attention. Somehow Jones always
managed to stand in shadows.
i can add nothing to what has al.
ready appeared in the newspapers"
replied Jones, as Norton opened his
batteries of inquiries.
Mr.. Jones, have known your mas
ter several years, as you will recollect
mere never was a woman in this
house, not even among the servants.
There are two in the other room
Who are they? And what are they
doing here?"
Jones shook his head.
We'll. can easily find out"
Jones barred his path, and for the
first time Norton gazed into the eyes
or the man servant. They were as
hard as gun metal.
My dear Mr. Jones, you ought to
know that sooner or later we report
ers find out what we seek"
Jones appeared to reflect. Mr.. Nor
ton, you claim to be friend of Mr..
Hargreave?"
L do not claim. I am. More than
that l do not believe he is dead. He
was deep. He had some relentless en-
emies-I don't know where from or