The circle banner. [volume] (Circle, Mont.) 1914-1939, 1914-12-04

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world to your father You viii never
know the misery and loneliness he
suffered that you might not have one
hour of unrest. What are your plans?"
ne asked abruptly of the teacher from
Miss Far1ow's.
THAT depends" she answered, lay
ing her hand protectingly over the
girls.
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!"
"Hargreave, Stanley Hargreave."
The girls eyes widened in terror.
Suddenly she burst into wild frenzy
of sobbing, her head against the shout
der of her erstwhile teacher
Jones appeared visibly shocked.
what is it,"
! I'VE read the story in the newspa-
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 document, duly
signed by Hargreave, and witnessed
and sealed by notary, in which il
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
manner"
Susan Wane."
do you love this child?"
With all my heart, the poor I'M
happy babel"
Thank you'll"
Inside the home he conducted them
through the various rooms, at the |
same time telling them what had ta- |
ken place during the preceding night.
They have not found his body?"
asked Florence. my poor, poor faith
err"
mo"
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
~. "This is your room. Your father
spent many happy hours here prepar
ing 1t for YOU"
Tears came into the girls eyes
again, and discreetly Jones left the
two alone
What shall do, Susan7 Whatever
shall do?"
BE brave as you always are. /
will never leave you TIL you find your
father"
Florence kissed hef fervently.
What is your opinion Of the butler?"
Il think we may both trust him abb
soIutely"
Then Florence began exploring the
house. Susan followed her closely.
Florence peered behind the mirro-s.
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 were 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
oers which were always placed in a c
leat pile before the sill. He yawned,
gathered up the bundle, was about to
limb back into bed, when a head
inc caught his dull eyes. Twenty-one
minutes later, to be precise, he ran C
Up the steps of the Hargreave home t
nd rang the bell. He was admitted
" the taciturn Jones, to whom the b
eporter had never paid any particu- n
ar attention. Somehow Jones always b
managed to stand in shadows. II
Il can add nothing to what has al 81
eady appeared in the newspapers" 81
eplied Jones, as Norton opened his a.
arteries of inquiries. A
Mr.. Jones, have known your mas 81
sr several years, as you will recollect.
here never was a woman in this o
ouse, not even among the servants. la
here are two in the other room. M
Jho are they? And what are they lii
ping here?' of
Jones shook his head. al
We'll, can easily find out" p
Jones barred his path, and for the hs
rst time Norton gazed into the eyes tn
the man servant. They we're as
ird as gun metal. dr.
MY dear Mr.. Jones, you ought to flo
low that sooner or later we report
s find out what we seek" mi
Jones appeared to reflect "Mr. Nor til
n, you claim to be q friend Of Mr..
pc
Il do not claim. am. More than "A
at / do not believe he is dead. He Sli
rs deep. He had some relentless en- fiy
1ies-I don't know where from or
lat kind-and he is pretending he's
ad till this blows over and il for 1t
item" me
You are not going to say that in cts