The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1914-08-27

"How much is itT' TTF
Twenty dollars for a ticket of five rides.
The master is the fashion up here. He doesn't
cater to any but the best families"
pretty steep. Who was that young lady
riding this morning with your master2"
That's the girl all the newspapers have
portantly.
"Actress?"
Actress I should say not. That young
woman is the daughter of Stanley Hargreave,
the millionaire who was lost at sea. And it
won't be long before she puts her finger in a
pie Of four or five millions. If you want any
rides, you'll have to talk it over with the
boss. He may or may not take any more
rides. You'd probably have to ride in the
afternoon, anyhow, as every nag is out in the
morning."
\ Where's the most popular road?"
"Toward the park but Miss Hargreave
always goes along the riverside road. She
doesn't like strangers about"
90, I see. Well, I'll drop in this after
noon and see your master. They say that
riding is good for a torpid liver. Have a
cigar?"
Thanks"
The groom proceeded into the stables and
the affable stranger took himself off.
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themselves. There wasn't the least Obstacle
in the way. On the face of it, it appeared
to be the simplest job they had yet under
taken. To get rid of the riding master in
some natural way after he and the girl had
started. 1t was like falling off a log.
"Susan,' said Florence as she came into
breakfast after her exhilarating ride, did you
hear pistol shots last night?"
81 heard some noise, but I was so sleepy l
didn't try to figure out what it was"
did you, J~ones?"
Eyes. Miss Florence. The shots came from
the street. A policeman came running up
later and said he saw two automobiles on the
run u eNluChIy VIC l. any OONJ
hurt. One has to be careful at night now
adays. There are pretty bad men abroad.
Did you enjoy the rider"
Every much. But there were spots Of blood
on the walk near the corner"
Blood" Jones caught the back of a chair
to steady himself.
Yes So some one was hurt. o, let's
leave this place." impulsively. Let us go
back to Miss Farlow's. You could find a
place in the village, Jones. But if 1 stay
here much longer in 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 at
tempts against my liberty, and sooner or
later they will succeed. I keep looking over
my shoulder all the time. If I hear q noise
l jump"
Miss Florence, If l thought it wise, you
should be packed off to Miss Farlow's 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 Farlow's
you would be far more like a prisoner than
here. I could not accompany you. 1 am for
hidden to desert this house."
MY fathers orders?"
Jones signifed neither one way nor the
other. He merely gazed stolidly at the rug.
THAT blood" She sprang from her chair,
Mortified. at 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 con-
tinued, as with an effort: Trust me, Miss
Florence. 1t would not pay % run away.
The whole affair would be repeated elsewhere.
We might 60 to the other end of the world,
but it would not serve us in the least. It Is
not a question of escape, but Of who shall
v~anquish the other. There is nothing to do
but remain here and fight, fight, fight. We
have put four of them In 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 matter where you go.
So long as you do not deceive me, no real
harm shall befall you. Don't cry. Be your
fathers daughter, as I am his servant"
81 am very unhappy" And Florence
threw her arms around Susan and laid her
head upon her friends shoulder.
"Poor child!" Susan, however, recognized
the wisdom OF Jones' statements. They were
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 Jingle In the blood. were