Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1914-08-08

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The groom who had led the horse back from
Hargreaye's eyed his auestioner rather super.
ciliously.
"Yes." The groom fondled the animals
legs.
How much Is itr'
Twenty dollars for 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 master?"
That's the girl all the newspapers have
been talking about" answered the groom i'm
portantly
Actress?"
Actress I should say not. That young
woman Is the daughter of Stanley Hargreaye,
the millionaire who was lost at sea. And IL
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 1t 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 Harsreaye
always goes along the riverside road. She
doesn't like strangers about"
20, see. Well, I'll drop in this after.
noon and see your master They say that
riding Is good for torpid liver. Have a
cigar?"
Thanks"
The groom proceeded into the stables and
the afable stranger took himself of.
A free rein; they could work II to suit
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 log.
Susan" said Florence as she came into
breakfast after her e1hilarating ride, :" did you
hear pistol shots last night?"
heard some noise, but was so sleepy
didn't try to figure out what it was"
Did you Jones?"
Yes, Miss Florence The shots came from
tine 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"
BloodT Jones caught the back of chair
to steady himself.
Yes. So some one was hurt o, let's
leave this place !" impulsively. LET us 20
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 l keep looking over
my shoulder all the time. If hear noise
I jump"
" Miss Florence, II thought 1t 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.
seldom see anybody about. can only sense
the presence OF watcher. At Miss Farlow's
you would be far more like prisoner than
here. could not accompany you. am for
oiIden to desert this house."
My fathers orders?"
Jones signifed neither one way nor the
'ther' He merely gazed stolidly at the rug.
That blood!" She sprang from her chair.
lorrited. 1T was his He was here last
light, and they shot him! o."
There, there, Miss Florence! The man
vas only slightly wounded. He's where they
lever will look for him." Then Jones con-
inued, as with an effort: Trust me- Miss
florence. 1t would not pay to run away.
Inc whole affair would be repeated elsewhere.
Ne might go to the other end of the world
ut it would not serve us in the least. II Ia
ot question of escape, but Of who shall
anguish the other There Is nothing to do
ut remain here and fight, fight, fight. We
ave put four of them in the Tombs, to say
othlng OF the gunmen. That is what we
'ust do-put them in a safe place, one by
ne, till we reach the master. Then only may
'e breathe in safety. But If they watch. so
o we. There is never a moment when helm
not within reach, no matter where YOU 20.
o long as you do not deceive me, no real
arm shall befall you. Don't cry. Be your
'ther's daughter, as am his servant"
am very unhappy" And Florence s
rev her arms around Susan and laid her c
lad upon her friends shoulder.
Poor child" Susan, however, recognized @
e wisdom OF Jone,' statements. They were '
fest here. n
ihe morning rides continued. To the girl, !
no loved the open, il was glorious fun. t
hose mad sallops along the roads, the smsll n
earth and sea, the tinsle In the blood, were II