The Butler weekly times. (Butler, Mo.) 1881-1918, 1914-10-29

early tnlrtloS. Iney HaQ us appSai-
ance of eagerly awaiting some one.
Jones stepped forward with good
deal of diffidence.
"You are waiting for some one?"
"Yes," said tho elder woman, colby.
"A broken bracelet"
1.-THE distrust on both faces vanished
Christianity. The young girls face
frightened. her eyes sparkled with
suppressed excitement.
"You are my father?"
"No, miss" very gravely. II am the
butler"
Let me see your part of the brace
let" eaid the young girls guardian,
teacher who had been assigned to
this delicate task by Miss Farlow, who
could not bring herself to say good-by
to Florence anywhere except at the
school gates.
The halves were produced and ex-
| amined.
Il believe we may trust him, Flor
ence."
LET US hurry to the taxicab. We
must not stand here"
my mother?"
"She Is dead. l believe she died
shortly after your birth. l have been
| with your father but fourteen years.
/ know but little Of his life prior to
that"
"NNhy did he leave me all these
years without ever coming to see me?
Why?" az
1T is not for me, Miss Florence, to
inquire into your fathers act. But
do know that whatever he did was
meant for the best. Your welfare was
everything to him."
TT is all very strange" said the
girl, bewilderedly. "Nhy didn't he
come to meet me instead of your"
Jones stared at his hands, miser-
ably
"Why?" \she demanded. Il have
thought CT him. thought Of him. He
has hurt me with all this neglect
expected to see him at the station, to
throw my arms around his neck and
forgive him" Tears swan in
her eyes as she spoke.
"Everything will be explained to
you when We reach the house. But
always remember this, Miss Florence:
You were everything in this wide
world to your father. You will never
know the misery and loneliness he
hour of unrest. What are your plans?"
he asked abruptly of the teacher from
Miss FarlQw's.
"That depends" she answered, lay
ing her hand protectingly over the
girls.
You could leave Miss Farlow's on
the ncment?"
"Ycs."
"Then you will stay and be Miss
Florence's companion?"
Gladly"
"What is my fathers name?'
"Iargreave, Stanley Hargreave."
The girls eyes widened in terror.
Suddenly she burst into Wild frenz.r
Of scbhinE, her head against the Shout
der of her erstwhile teacher.
Jones appeared visib,y shocked
"What is it," .,
I'VE read the story in the newspa-
| per" said the elder woman, her own
eyes filing with tears. 1.-THE poor
cl,ild To have all her castles-in-2i-
tumble down like this! But what au-
thority have you to engage me?" SEN
sibly.
Jones produced document, duly
signed by Hargreave. and witnessed
and sealed by notary, in which 1t
was set forth that Henry Jones, but
Ter and valet to Stanley Hargreave,
he'd full powers of attorney in the
event of his (Hargreave's9 disappear
arce; in the event of his death, til!
Florence became of legal age.
Seid Jones as he put the document
back in his pocket What is you"
name?"
"Suse Wane."
do you love this child?"
"With all my heart. the poor un,
happy babel"
'Thank you!'
Inside the home he conducted them
through the various rooms, ct The
same time telling them what had To-
ken place during the preceding night,
"They have not found his body?'
asked Florence. "My poor, poor faith
err"
mo"
"Then he may be alive!"
"Please God that he may!" said thu
butler, with genuine piety, for he he'd
loved the man who had gone forth IL
70 the night so bravely and SO strange
". "This is your room. Your father
spent many happy hours mere prepar-
ing it for you"
Tears came into the girls eyes
again, and discreetly Jones left TIE
two alone.
"What shall do, Susan? Whatever
shall do?"
BE brave as you alwaEs>are. l
will never leave youth you find yuaa..,
father"
Florence kissed her ferveDt!"