Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1914-04-11

awaiting only the ripe moment
True, neither of them seemed eager to
hasten t. g time, but If that time was
ever to come it must now be near at
hand; they could not much longer be
content with some time"
He frowned with annoyance. Why
couldn't such a sensible girl come
home at the proper time, when all ar
engagements had been made for her re-
ception and her family and friends had
every reason to expect her? There
was one consolation in the absence OF
those friends from town; he was not
obliged to invent answers to embar-
RAISING inquiries concerning his dila-
tory cousin. But this was small com
pensation for stewing in New York by
himself until Paige chose to notify him
of her whereabouts and intended move
ments. He gave one moment Of sober
thought to the circumstance that he
really did not know precisely where
she was; If some sudden emergency
should arise necessitating cable he
would not know where TO reach her.
But he speedily dismissed this phase
of the matter; it was no new thing
for Paige to start off on a holiday
iaunt without con6ding her proposed
itinerary to anybody, and now Mrs.
Devereaux was with her.
"Just the same" he unused, IF
knew where to catch her. would send
her cable that would set her to
guessing for a while"
Unable longer to remain quiescent,
he bounded from his chair and coliId-
ed with Alexander, who was seeking
him In his corner-an accident that
did not affect the pages accustomed
composure In the least.
Gentleman to see you, sir" Alex
ander announced.
who is it," Van Vechten snapped
irNtably. Il don't want to see any
body"
He paused. Didn't he? Alexander
had not presented a card, but whoever
the caller might be he signified a di-
version If he tried any longer TO
think he would be a raving lunatic in
another hour And. besides, something
had destroyed the SAVIOR Of the sole
pleasurable aspect OF his meditations.
Alexander resolved his doubts. He
caught a knowing look in the pages
countenance.
"Beggin your pardon Mr. Van
vechten. think you'd want to see
this gentleman"
Very WE'LL" Van Vechten weariedly
acquiesced Show him in"
He did not know the man who imme-
diately followed Alexander into the
lounging-room. The stranger was I'M
der medium height slender and IN
assuming in appearance, but carried
himself with a certain quiet assurance
that commanded attention. He was
as gray as badger, and his lean,
smooth-shaven face resembled fooled
leather.
There was spicuously alert
look about his steady gray eyes. Van
Yechten also noted, which presently
disclosed a habit OF narrowing and re-
veallng web of fine wrinkles at their
corners. This single change of facial
muscles, Van Vechten soon learned to
recognize. possessed the popularity of
indicating one of two moods-concen-
tration upon the matter in hand, or
else a smiling humOr that made one
warm to him Van Vechten felt that
his visitor would be chary Of speech.
but that whatever he might say would
be well worth hardening to.
Mr. Rudolph Van Vechten?" now
oueried the newcomer in a tone that
could not have carried yard beyond
the person to whom it was addressed
Van Vechten nodded and motioned to
a chair
MY name" he acknowledged. And.
with a WHY mouth; You are a detec-
tive I might have expected it-but
! didn't"
Instantly the steady eyes contracted
and wrinkled at the corners. The
young man all at once discovered that
his irritation was evaporating, and
that he could smile in sympathy with
his visitor
Said the quiet voice; Il am glad to
know that my estimate of your intelli-
gence was not at fault Flint is my
name-Phineas Flnt-from Central
Office"
Considering that you have never
seen me before, Mr.. Flint, Van vech-
ten lightly retorted. lit is rather ex-
traordinary that you should possess
any particulars upon which TO base
an estimate OF my intelligence"
The steady smiling regard still met
the young mans.
I'll demonstrate just how simple c
matter II is--if you have Nardoned this
intrusion"
The listener nodded. His attention
was already won.
Have you any idea now the poGr
chan met his DEATH" he queried,
Yes, was the prompt reply. 9 He
was struck over the head with some
kind OF blunt instrument 1t is pretty
~artpin that only one NJ the blows