The Butler weekly times. (Butler, Mo.) 1881-1918, 1914-11-19

A free rein; they could work It I,
suit themselves. There wasn't thu
least obstacle in the way. On tht
face Of it, it appeared to be the sim
plest job they had yet undertaken
To get rid of the riding master In
some natural way after he and the
girl had started. It was like falling
of log. !.
Susan" said Florence as she came
into breakfast after her exhilaratine
ride. did you hear pistol shots last
night?"
Il heard some noise. but was SO
sleepy l didn't try to figure out what
it was"
did you, Jones?"
Yes. Miss Florence. The shots
came from the street. A 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!" impulsively.
Let US 60 back to Miss Farlow's.
You could find place in the village.
Jones. But. II stay here much longer
in this state of unrest l 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. 1 keep looking over my
shoulder all the time. If hear a
noise jump" ..
Miss Florence. i'll thought 1t 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. seldom see
anybody about. can only sense the
presence of watcher. At Miss Far
lows you would be far more like a
prisoner than here. could not &C.
company you. am forbidden to de-
sert this house"
my fathers orders?"
Jones signified neither one way nor
the other. He merely gazed stolidly
at the rug.
That blood" She sprang from her
chair, Mortified. ut 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. 1t
would not pay to run away. The
whole affair would be repeated else.
where. We might go to the other end
If the world, but 1t would not serve us
IN the least. 1t is not = question OF
but of who shall vanquish the
,ther. There is nothing to do but re-
main here and fight, fight, fight. We
lave put four of them in the Tombs,
o say nothing Of the gunner. That
Is what we must do-put them In
safe place, one by one, till We reach
her master. Then only may we
breathe in safety. But if they watch.
10 do we\ There is never moment
when help is>not within reach. no mat
er where you 60 So long as you do
lot deceive me, no real harm shall be-
all you. Don't cry. Be your fathers
laughter, as am his servant"
II am very unhappy" And Flor.
nee threw her arms around Susan
md. laid her head upon her friends
houlder.
Poor child" Susan, however, rec
gnized the wisdom of Jones state
nents. Phey were safest here.
> The morning rides continued. To
he girl, who loved the open, it was
lorious fun. Those mad gallops
long the roads, the smell of earth and
ca, the tingle in the blood, were the
econd best moments OF her day. The
rst? She invariably blushed when
he considered what these first best
were. He was brave young