Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1914-06-10


sensational news story that lay below.
and which shrleked az loud as Law
ish use OF black ink and red ink and
double leads could make it. There
were smaller headlines-but visible
enough. heaven knows-which bore
his uncles's name and his own, and
most incOnspicuously of all--doubtless
as being the least important factor
( Mrs. Deyereaux'
In the first place, it was made I'M
mistakable that everybody who knew
or should have known where Paige
/ Carew was, either would not tell, or
else they did not know, and it was
( demonstrated how this reticence was
/ conclusive evidence that she had en-
countered some untoward fate. Every
possible change was rung upon the ex-
cited query in the hectic headline:
where is Paige Carew?"
Rudolph Van Vechten. prominent
clubman and wellyknown society ia
vorite. the missing girls fiaEce, bad
been signally evasive in his replies.
The interview with him was quoted in
| full, and the allasive comments made
II appear as If he were at the time dis
tressed to the verge of insanity.
! A recent celebrated abduction case
was summarized, and certain similari-
ties between 1t and Miss Carew's
evanlshment we're played up strong"
the deliberate intention Of course be
ing to insinuate that the girl had met
with a like outrage.
In short. so adroitly was the whole
thing worded that the Sphere in no
way committed itself; and however
Miss Carew might reappear. and what
ever the subsequent explanation. II
would be good for another front
page" story. and the Sphere would
have nothing to retract.
Van Vechtan, white with rage,
CRASHED his teeth. CHANGING ur to
ascertain whether he was the target
Of too many curious eyes, and discov-
ering that he and Tom were once more
alone. he gave vent to hushed but
heated expression OF his feelings.
That gritted he. mutilating the
sheet with a vicious tab OF his fist. "is
damnable. If that meddling little re-
porter we're here I'd thrash him within
an inch of his life. Lord. won't Uncle
Theodore rage and tear his hair
when he sees it? Believe me. old chap,
there1l be something doing now.
Alexander! Where did that
boy go?"
Alexander was upon the scene al
most as If by magic. his mien one of
childlike innocence.
Van Yeehten instructed:
Telephone the Kenmore garage and
have Ramley fetch my touring car
here immediately-th lrrgest one"
Ensconced in one OF the clubs
booths. Alexander som got the gar
age and next Ramley. whom he thus
addressed;
Say, you Ramley hick. your boss
wants his biggest buzz-wagon at the
Powhatan. c. c. d. Jget it,
Watts that? Who? Me? Well.
I'd rather be fresh kid than picked
mutt, Beat it, youse. and don't get
pinched on the way. else youse1l be
chasin' annuder iob"
Whereupon he forestalled further re-
partee by speedily hanging up and re-
sumiug his occupation Of lurking. un-
observed but strictly vlgilant. in the
ofiing
That Ramley not only got the inn
port of Alexander's message, but APP
preciated its urgency as we'll, was
proved BY his prompt appearance
This beats hunting taxis every
minute or so" Van Vechten explained
TO Tom, and Ramley might as well be
earning his wages. I'll just keep him
at hand for emergencies"
Let Ramley go: I'd rather run the
machine than listen to you talk. any
how" returned Tom, candidly "A
fellow might have a chance TO think "
The offer was considered seriously,
and to Toms satisfaction, favorahly.
Perhaps" Van Vechten returned,
1T might be as well not to have too
many witnesses in case anything very
private occurs; even the best of ser.
vants-~including Barnicle, of course
can be made to talk, II cleverly
manipulated"
Alexander went to fetch Toms mo
toring gear from the cloakroom locker
and Ramley was dismissed
Under Toms expert guidance this
huge machine glidad silently over tC
Fourth avenue. across Union square
10 Broadway. and down that busy
channel. as il it we're held within the