The Anderson daily intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson, S.C.) 1914-1915, 1914-07-12
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from her pupils--but that one should
be placed upon her own respectable
doorstep! Suddenly she smiled down
at the child and the child smiled back.
And there waa nothing more to TIC
done except TO bow before the Gccrccs
OF fate. Like all prim Oil maids, her
heart was full OF unrequited romance.
en- acre was something she might
sp I'd Its floods upon without let or
hindrancc. Already she was hoping
that the man OF woman who had left
it might never conc back.
The child grew Regularly each
year. upon certain date. Miss iFarlow
received q registered letter with
money. These letters came from all
parts OF the world; always the same
sum, always the same linc--"I am
watching"
Thus Ccventecn years passed; and
TO Susan FarlOw each year seemed
shorter than the cnc before For she
loved the child with all her heart.
She had not trained young girls all
these years without becoming adept
in the art of reading the true signs OF
breeding. There was no ordinary
blood in Florence; the fact was en-
phasized by her exquisite face. her
small hands and feet. her spirit and
gentlenesS. And now. at. any day,
some one with broken bracelet might
come for her. AS the days went on
the heart OF Susan FarlCw grew heavy.
Never mind, aunty," said Florence;
Il shall always come back to see you"
She meant it, poor child; but how
was she to know the terrors which lay
yonder, beyond the horizon?
The house of Stanley Hargreave, in
Riverdale, WAS the house Of no ordi-
nary rich man. Outside it was simple
enough, but inside you learned what
Kind OF man Hargrcavc was. There
were rare Ispahans and Saruks on the
floors and tapestries on the walls, with
mere and there fine painting. The
library itself represented a fortune.
Money had been laid ont lavishly but
never wastefully: 1t was the home Of
a scholar, dreamer. a wide traveller.
In the library stood the master of
the house, busy lingering some papers
which 10y on the study table. He
shrugged at some unpleasant thought.
settled his overcoat about his shoul-
dcrs, took up his hat. and walked from
the room, frowning slightly. The but
icr, who also acted in the capacity of
valet, nlways within call when his
master was about, stepped swiftly to
the hall door and opened it.
II may be out late, JONES'" said Har-
greave.
"Yes, SIR
Hargreave stared into his face keen
ly, as II trying to pierce the grave face
to learn what was going on behind it..
How long have you been with me?"
Fourteen years. sir"
Some day shall need YOU"
MY life. has always been at your
disposal. sir, since that night you res
cued It."
well, haven't the least doubt that
when ask you will give"
Without question. sir. II was al
ways 80 understood"
Hargreave's glance sought the mir
ror, then the smileless face of his man.
He laughed. but the sound conveyed
no 0ense of mirth; then he turned and
went down the steps slowly, like a
man burdened with some thought
which WAS not altogether to his liking.
He had sent an order for his chr. but
had Immediately countermanded It..
He would walk till he grew tired, hail
a taxicab. and take run up and down
broadway. The wonderful illumina-
y ION might prove diverting. For eigh-
teen years nearly; and now It was as