The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1914-10-14

\ ..1a ra.a. t:icy cou!1 weak :; s.
suit ;h1!c c5c!ves. There wasn't tie
icast obstacle il the way. On TIE
face CT II, it appeared to be the cilh-
ricst Job they had yet undertaken.
To get rid Of the riding master il
some natural way after he and the
girl had started Il was like falling
oH Il leg.
Susan" said Florence es she came
into breakfast after her eXhilaratiag
ride, did you hear pistol shots last
night?"
Il heard some noise, but was so
sleepy i didn't try to figure out what
i was"
DID you, Jones?"
Yes. Miss Florence The shots
came from the street = policeman
came running up later and said he
saw two automobiles on the run. But
evidently there wasn't anybody hurt.
One has to be careful at night now
adays. There are pretty bad men
abroad. DID you enjoy the rider"
Very much. But there were spots
Of blood on the walk near the corner"
"Blood?" Jones caught the back Of
a chair to steady himself.
eyes. So some one was hurt. Oh,
let's leave this place!" imDulsively.
Let US 80 hack to Miss Farlow's.
You could find a place in the village,
Jones. But il stay here much longer
il this state of unrest I shall lose
faith in everything and everybody.
Whoever my fathers enemies are,
they do not lack persistence! They
have made two attempts against my
liberty, and sooner or later they will
succeed. keep looking over my
shoulder all the time. Il I hear q
noise jump"
Miss Florence, If thought it wise,
you should be packed off to Miss Far
lows this minute But not an hour OF
the day or night passes without this
house being watched. I seldom see
anybody about. I can only sense the
presence Of a watcher. At Miss Far
lows you would be far more like
prisoner than here. I could not &C
company you. I am forbidden to 6e-
sert this house"
my fathers orderS?"
Jones signided neither one way nor
the other. He merely gazed stolidly
at the rug.
THAT blood" She sprans from her
chair, Mortified. 'It was his! He was
here last night, and they shot
him! o."
There, there, Miss Florence! The
man was only slightly wounded. He's
where they never will look for him"
Then Jones continued, as with an ef-
fort: Trust me, Miss Florence. Il
would not pay to run away. Ihe
whole affair would be repeated else
where. We might go to the other end
OF the world, but it would not serve Us
in the least. 1t is not . question or
escape, but Of who shall vanquish tho
other. There is nothing to do but re-
main here and fight fight, fight. we
have put four Of them IL the Tombs,
to say nothing Of the gunner. That
Is what We must do-put them In a
safe place, one by one, till We reach
the master. Then only may we
breathe in safety. But if they watch,
so do we. There is never a moment
when help is not within reach, no mat
ter where you 90. So long as you dc
not deceive me, no real harm shall be-
fall you. Don't cry. Be your fathers
daughter, as I am his servant"
'I am very unhappy" And Flor.
ence threw her arms around Susan
and laid her head upon her friends
shoulder.
Poor child!" Susan. however, rec
ognized the wisdom Of Jones state
ments. They we're safest here.
The morning rides continued. To
the girl, who loved the open, it was
glorious fun. Those mad gallops
along the roads, the smell Of earth and
sea, the tingie in the blood, were the
second best moments of her day. The
first? She invariably blushed when
she considered what these first best
moments were. He was brave young