American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1915-01-14

at him In wonder and envy. IL only
she could drop to sleep like that. VERY
softly she pressed her lips to his hair.
At eleven o'clock the following
night the hall light in the Hargreave
house was turned of and the whole
interior became dark. A shadow
crept through the lilac bushes with.
out any more sound that a cat would
have made. F1orence's window wac
open, as the arch-conspirator had ex.
pected It would be. With a small
string and stone as a sling he sent
the letter whirling skillfully through
the air. II sailed into the girls room.
The man below heard no sound of the
stone hitting anything and concluded
that IL had struck the bed.
He waited patiently. Presently n
wavering light could be distinguished
over the sill of the window. The girl
was awake and had Ii: the candle.
This knowledge was sufficient for his
need. Tine tragic letter would do the
rest, that is. if the girl came from
the same pattern as her father and
mother-strong willed and adventu-
rous
He tiptoed back to the lilacs. when
"A noise sent him close to the ground
Half a dozen feet away he saw a
shadow creeping along toward the
front door. Presently the shadow
stood up az II listening He STONED
again and ran lightly to the steps. u2
these to the door, which he Rugged.
Who was this? wondered Braine
Patiently he waited, arranging his DOS.
ture so that he could keep a lookout
at the door. BY and by the door
opened cautiously. A man holding
"A candle appeared. Braine vaguely
recognized Olga's description of he
butler. The man on the veranda sud-
denly blew out the light.
Bralne could hear the low murmur
Of voices, but nothing more. The con-
versation lasted scarcely a minute
The o closed and the man ran
down the steps, across the lawn, with
Braine close at his heels.
Just a r'oment, Mr.. Hargreave,"
he called ironically; lust a moment"
The man he addressed as Hargreave
turned with lightning rapidity and
struck. The blow caught Braine
above the ear, knocking him fiat.
When he %regained his feet the rumble
of "A motor told him the rest of the
story.
BY the dim light of her bedroom
candle Florence read the note which
had found entrance so strangely and
mysterlously into her room. Her ia.
Their! lie lived, he needed her! Alive
but in dread peril. and only she could
save him! She longed to fly to him
at onces hen and there. How could
she wait till tomorrow night at eight?
Immediately she began to plan how to
~riicumNent the watchful Jones and
the careful Susan. Her father! She
slept no more that night.
My Darling Daughter: | must see
YOU. Come at eight o'clock tomorrow
night to rs Grove street, third floor.
Confide in no one. or you seal my
death warrant.
Your unhappy FATHER"
'"hu Wuulu Ieluhe 10 OBEY Il
summons like this?
A light tap on the door started her.
rs anything the matter?'' asked
the mild voice of Jones.
NO, got up to get a drink of
water"
She heard his footsteps die away
down the corridor. She thrust the
letter into the pocket OF her dress,
which lay neatly folded on the chair
at he foot OF the bed, then climbed
back into the bed itself. She must
not tell even Mr.. Norton.
Was the child spinning a romance
over the first young man she had ever
met? In her heart of hearts the girl
did not know.
Her father!
IL was all so terribly aud tragically
simple, to match IA woman's mind
against that OF a child. Both Norton
and the sober Joi--s had explicitly
warned her never to 20 anywhere. |
receive telephone calls or letters, with.
first %consultin. one or the other
or And now she had planned
to deceive them. with all the cunning
of her sex.
The next morning at breakfast there
was nothing unusual either in her ap.
pearance or manners. Under the
shrewd scrutiny of Jones she was lust
her everyday self. a fine bit OF acting |
ono who had yet to see the stage.
But II is born in woman to act, as
II is born In man TO fight. and Flor
was no exception to the rule.
She was going to save her father.
She read with Susan, played the
piano, sewed a little. laughed. hummed
did a thousand and one things
young girls do when they have the
deception Of their elders in view.
All day long Jones went about like
old hound with his nose to the
wind. There was something in the
air, but he could not tell what IL was.
Somehow or other. no matter which
room Florence went into. there was
go