The weekly times-record. (Valley City, N.D.) 1912-1922, 1915-01-28
CHAPTER XVIII.
And the Rose.

Taking the dazed young man by the
hand, az though he had been child.
the Reverend Mr.. Wright led Alan
back to his study and established him
in a comfortable armchair beside his
desk.
"Sit there and compose yourself, my
dear young friend" he insisted in
soothing voice.
At tho elbow of the Reverend Mr.
Wright telephone shrilled impera.
lively. With gesture of professional
patience he turned to the instrument,
lifted the receiver to his ear, and
spoke in unsteady modulated accents.
Eyes Yes: this is Mr..
Wright. All, yes, Mr.. DIgby.
. Not coming? But, my dear sir,
Mr.. Law is already here. l must tell
you-"
He checked with reproving glance
for Alan, who was twitching his sleeve
insistently.
IF you please" Alan begged, "let
me speak to Digby at once. Forgive
me-"
Reluctantly the minister surrendered
the telephone.
"That you, Digby?"
"Alan! Bless my soul, what are you
doing over there? Is Miss Urine with
you? But how can that be possible?"
"Rose? No. What about herr" Alan
demanded, stammering with anxiety.
"Why-one of my spies has just re.
ported by telephone. He was going on
duty this morning when he saw
young -w0man-eitheT ,:0se or Judith
wearing a rough coat over boudoir
dress-climb out of one of the base
ment windows of Trine's house. She
was apparently in great distress OF
mind and anxious to escape without
being seen from the house; but before
my man-whose post of observation
is in the third story of one of the
houses opposite-could get to the
street, she had been caught by several
rough looking customers, who rushed
out of Trine's house, seized the girl
and made off with her in a motor-car
beaxing a New Jersey license number.
am sending men to watch the Jersey
ferries. Call me up in an hour"
Without a word of response, and
without word of apology to the Rev.
erend Mr.. Wright, Alan dropped the
receiver, snatched up his hat, and fled
that house like man demented.
Rose, escaping from Trine's house,
overpowered and made the captive Of
Trine's lowest creatures-gunmen pos
sibly, of the stamp Of that animal
! whom Urine had charged with the as
sassination of Alan the night before!
There was neither q motor-car in
sight for him to charter nor any time
to waste in seeking one. Alan could
only hope to find one on his way back
toward the ferry. It must have been
! upwards of an hour before he came
into a street which he recognized, by
it's dinginess and squalor, as that In
which he had thrown Marrophat from
| the running-board of the taxicab.
| And then, as he paused, breathless
/! and footsore, to cast about him for the
way to the ferry, touring car turned
corner at top speed and slowed to a
stop before that selfsame tenement OF
the unsavory aspect to whose sidewalk
he had seen Marrophat assisted by
| the loafers of the quarter.
! And this touring car was occupied
by some half-a-dozen ruffians in whose
hands young girl writhed and strug
gled when, Immediately on the stop
they jumped out and wrestled her out
with brutal reconsideration.
Like shot Alan had crossed the
street-but only to bring up nose to
the panels Of the tenement door, and
to find himself seized and thrown
roughly aside by burly denizen when
he grasped the knob and made as II
to follow in.
Keep back, young feller!" his as
sailant warned him viciously. "KeeI
outa this, now. II you don't want t.
get into trouble" -