Rural Retreat times. [volume] (Rural Retreat, Va.) 1892-1918, 1915-06-11

Iu6 SSHeTal run vi reporters, ne mao
heard of them by rumor and distrusted
them. He was not aware of the fact
that the average reporter carries moro
| secrets In his head than prime min
lister. 1t was, then, up to him to set
about to allay this distrust and gain
the mans complete confidence.
Meanwhile that same morning a
pretty young woman boarded the
Orient and asked to be led to the cap
tain. Her eyes were red; she had
evidently been weeping. When the
captain, susceptible like all sailors,
saw her his promises to Norton took
wings.
This is Captain Hagan?" she asked,
balling the handkerchief she held in
her hand.
Yes, miss. What can do for your"
He put his hands embarrassedly into
his pockets-and felt the crisp bills.
But for that magic touch he would
have forgotten his lines He squared
his shoulders.
Il have every assurance that the
man you picked up at sea is my father.
/ am Florence Hargreave. Tell me
everything"
The captains very laundering de-
ceived her "And then he hustled
down the gang-plank and headed for
that warehouse. He had package
which he was as tender of as if 1t
had been dynamite
Thank you'll" impulsively.
"A man has to do his duty, miss. A
sailors always glad to rescue a man
at sea-" awkwardly.
When she finally went down the
gangplank the sigh the captain heaved
was almost as loud as the exhaust
from the donkey engines which we're
working out the crates of lemons from
the hold.
Maybe she is his daughter; but
two hundred is two hundred, and I'm
poor sailor man."
Then Grannis came in for his
troubles. What was a chap to do
when a pretty girl appealed to him?
Il am sorry, miss, but l can't give
you that package. l gave the man a
receipt and till 1t is presented to me
safe. You understand enough about
the business to realize that. l did
not solicit the job. 1t was thrust upon
me. I'd give hundred dollars if the
blame thing was out of my safe. You
say it is your fortune. That hasn't
been proved 1t may be gunpowder,
dynamite. I'm sorry, but you will
have to find your father and bring the
receipt"
The young woman left the ware.
house. dabbing her eyes with the
sodden handkerchief.
81 wonder" unused Grannis, as he
watched her from the window, 81 won
der what the deuce that chap Nor
ton is up to. The girl might have
been the mans daughter Goo(
Lord, what an ass / am! Their
wasn't any mani" And so he reachet
over for the telephone.
Immediately upon receipt of tn,
message the reporter set his machin
cry in motion Some time befor,
dawn he would know who the arch
conspirator was. He questioned Gran
mis- thoroughly, and Grannis' descrir
ton tailed amazingly with that o
Florence Hargreave. But a call owe.
the wire proved to him conclusivel,
that Florence had not been out O.
the house that morning.
On the morrow the newspapers hat
scare-heads about an attempt to rot
the Duffy warehouse. 1t appeared
that the police had been tipped be
forehand and were on the grounds In
time to gather in several notorious
gunner, who. under pressure of the
third~degree, vowed that they had
been hired and paid by man in q
mask and had not the slightest ides
what he wanted them to raid. Moth
ing further could be gotten out OIL
the gunner. That they were lying
the police had no doubt, but they
were up against q stout wall and al