The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1914-12-31
Copyright. 1914. by Harold MacGrathl
By HAROLD MAC GRATH

hadn't told her how to shoot it!
Two blocks down the street, up an
alley, was the garage wherein Har
greave had been wont to keep his car
Toward this Jones ran with the speed
of track athlete. There might be
half dozen taXicabS about, but he
would not run the risk of engaging
any one of them The Black Hundred
was capable of anticipating his every
movement.
The shadow across the street stood
undecided. At length he concluded to
give Jones ten minutes in which to re-
turn. If he did not return within that
time. the watcher would go up to the
drug store and telephone for instruc-
.tions. ..... -.-..
But Jones did not come back.
Where's Howard?" he demanded
Hello, Jones; what's up?"
Howard, get that car out at once"
"Out she comes Wait till give her
radiator a bucket of water. Gee!"
whispered Howard. whom Hargreave
often used as his chauffeur, get on to
his nibs! First time / ever saw him
awake. / wonder what's doing? You
never know what's back or those
tmummy-faced headwaiters. All
right, Jones!"
The chauffeur jumped into the car
and Jones took the seat beside him.
Where to-"
Number Is IS and the rest Of
1t trailed away, smothered in the vio-
lent thunder of the big SKIS engines.
During the cars flight several police
men hailed it without success. Down
this street, up that, round this corner,
80 miles an hour; and all the while
Jones shouted: Faster, faster!"
Within twelve minutes from the time
1t left the garage, the car stopped OPP
posite No. IS Grove street, and Jones
got out.
Wait here. Howard. If several men
come rushing out, or l don't appear
within ten minutes, fire your gun a
couple of times for the police. don't
want them If we can manage without.
They'd only bungle"
All right, Mr.. Jones" said the chauf-
feur. He had. in the past quarter of
an hour, acquired a deep and lasting
respect for the butler chap. He was q
regular fellow, for all his brass but
tons.
AS Jones reached the curb, Florence
came forth as if on invisible wings.
Jones caught her by the arm. She
flung him aside with strength he had
pot dreamed existed in her slim body.
Florence, am Jones!"
She stopped, recognized him, and
without a word ran across the street
to the automobile and climbed into the
tonneau. Jones followed Immediately.
"Home!"
The car shot up the dimly lighted
street, shone palely for second under
the corner lamp, and vanished.
"Ah, child, child" groaned the man
at her side, all the tenseness gone.
from his body. He was Jones again.
Still she did not speak but stared;
ahead with unseeing eyes.
No further reproach fell from the.
buffers lips. 1t was enough that God
had guided him to her at the appointed
He felt assured that never
again would she be drawn into any
trap. Poor child! What had they said
to her, done to her? How, in Gods
name, had she escaped from them who
never let anybody escape? Presently,
she would become normal, and then
she would tell him.
81 found the lying note. You dropped
t."
Horrible, horrible!" she said almost
What did they do to your"
He said he was my father.
He put his arms around me. I'll
And l knew!"
Knew what?"
THAT he lied. cant explain"
Don't try!"
Suddenly she laid her head against
he buffers shoulder and cried. II
vas terrible to hear youth weep in
his fashion. Jones put his arm about
Ter, and tried to console her.
"Horrible!" she murmured between,
he violent hiccoughs. II was wrong,
wrong! Forgive mel"
Unconsciously the arm sustaining
Ter drew her closer.
Never mind" he consoled. Tell no.
ne what has happened. Go about as
sual. Don't let even Susan know.
Whatever your poor father did was for
our sake. He wanted you to be,
lappy, without care in the world"
Il promise" And gradually the sobs,
eased. But feel so old, Jones, SO
cry old. l threw over the lamp. III;
brew a chair through the window
hey thought that it was who had
mped out. That gave me the neces-,
airy time. / don't understand how
i'd it. 1 wasn't frightened at all till
gained the street."
They found Susan still seated In the
hair, the automatic in her lap. She I
ad not moved in all this time! !
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