Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1914-11-13

hour OF unrest. q are your planS!
re asked abruptly of the teacher from
Miss Farlow's.
That depends" she answered, lay
ing her hand protectingly over the
girls.
You could leave Miss Farlow's on
the moment"
Eyes"
Then you will stay and be Miss
F~lorence's companion?''
GLADLY"
What is my fathers name?'
"Hargreave, Stanley Hargreave."
The girls eyes widened in terror.
Suddenly she burst into a wild frenzy
OF sobbing, her head against the shout
der of her erstwhile teacher.
Jones appeared visibly shocked.
What is it,"
1--WE read the story in the newspa-
per" said the elder m her W
ey0s 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 a document, duly
signed by Hargreave. and witnessed
and sealed by a 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 lega: age.
Said Jones as he put the document
back in his pocket: What is your
name?"
Susan Wa1e."
DO you love this child?"
With all my heart, the poor Ill
happy babel"
Thank you,"
Inside the home he conducted them
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"
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please God that he may" said the
butler, with genuine tpiety, 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 1t for you"
Tears came into the girls eyes
again, and discreetly Jones left the
two alone.
'What shall 1 do, Susan? Whatever
shall I do?"
BE brave as you, always are. 1
will leave you till you find your
father
What is your opinion of the butler?"
Il 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 o 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
pers which were always placed in "a
neat pile before the sill. He yawned,
gathered up the bundle, was about 10
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.
There 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.
Well, l can easily find out"
Jones barred his path, and for the
first time Norton gazed into the eyes
of 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 a friend of Mr.
Hargreave?"
4 do not claim. | am. More than
that l do not believe he is dead. He
was deep. He had some relentless en
emiesI don't know where from OF
what kind-and he is pretending he's
dead till this blows over and is for
gotten"
: You are not going to say that in
your newspaper" Jones was visibly
agitated.
Not If I can prove it."
I IF l tell you who those young la
dies are, will you give me your wore
of honor not to write about them til
l give my permission
e Norton. having in mind the biz
9 story at the end of this mystery tan
gle, agreed.
THE elder is a teacher from a pr
vate school; the other is Stanley Har
e greave's daughter
e Good Lord" gasped the astonishet
| reporter. He never mentioned tn
o fact to me- and we've been togethe
in some tight places"
n He never mentioned it to any on
but me-" Jones again seemed to re
o fleet. At last he raised his glance t
It the reporter. Are you willing to wal
I: for a great story, the real story?"
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