The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1915-01-27

Norton proceeded downtown to the |
national bank, where he deposited |
81. 900 in bills of large denominations. |
The teller had some difficulty in count |
ing them. They stuck together and re-
tanned the soddel appearance OF
money recently submerged in water.
Florence was delighted at the idea
of a coaching party. Often during her
schoolgirl days she had seen the fash
| ionable coaches go careening along the
road, with the sharp. clear note of the
bugle rising about the thunder of hoofs
and rafting Of wheels. Jones was not
enthusiastic; neither was he killjoy.
| But you are to go along, too" said
Florence.
81, Miss Florence?"
"The countess invited you especially.
You will go with a hamper"
"Ah, in my capacity as butler; very
good. Miss Florence" To her he gave
no eign of his secret satisfaction.
The hour arrived, and the gay party
bowled away. They wound in and out
of the streets toward the country to
the crack of the whip and the blare of
the horn Florence's enjoyment would
have been perfect had it not been for
the absence of Norton. Why hadn't
he been invited? She did not ask be-
cause she did not care to disclose to
the countess her interest in the re-
porter They were nearing the limits
of the city, when the coach was forced
to take a sharp turn to avoid an auto
] mobile in trouble. The man puttering
at the engine raised his head. II was
: Norton, and Florence waved her hand
|. vigorously.
> "A coaching party" he murmured;
land your Uncle James was not invit-
ed! Oh, very well!" He laughed, and
Y suddenly grew serious. 1t would not
3 hurt to find out where that coach was
going.
G He set to work savagely, located
;. the trouble, righted 1t, and set on for
the Hargreave home. He found Susan
II and bombarded her with questions
II which to Susan came with the rapidly
Of rain upon the roof.
so Jones went along?"
g an his capacity of butler only"
Norton smiled. We'll, I'll take 6
q jaunt out there myself. You are sure
of the location?"
Eyes"
"Well, good-by. I'll go as waiter
4. since they wouldn't invite me. In
a one of the best little walters you evel
heard Of; and all things come to hin
who waits"
n What a pleasant, affable young mai
he was thought Susan as she watched
him jump into the car and go flynn
'e up the street.
Jones was a good deal surprises
n when Norton turned up at the oil
;; Chiffon manor.
Of What made you come here dresse
ly like this?" the butler demanded.
le I'm a suspicious duffer; mayb
lg that's the reason"
"Do you know anything?"
is well. no; can't say that I d.
IN But, hang 1t, just had to come on
~ here"
Maybe it's just as well you did,
"a said Jones moodily.
ne 81 know this place. The housekeel
re err used to be my nurse, and IL she
he still on the job she may be Of servic
lg to us. You don't think they'll questio
or recognize me?"
er Hardly. I'll put in a word for yo1
op I'll say | sent for you, not knowing
'e- we had enough servants to take car
OF the luncheon"
he And now I'll go and hunt up Meg
Sure enough, his old nurse was sti
in charge of the house; and whe
her baby" disclosed his identity sh
lg- all but fell upon his neck.
But what are you doing her
ut. dressed up as WAITER"
ne ITS a little secret, Meg. WASH
" invited, and the truth is I'm ver
desperately in love with the youn
lady in whose honor this coachin
on party is being given. And
no maybe she's in danger"
he Danger? What about?"
1.-THE Lord only knows. But sho
es me about the house. I've not bee
mere IN so lOnB We oiSotteu INC III
of 1t. remember one room wit
Is the secret panel and another with
painting that turned. Have the
We changed them?"
mo; It is Just the same here as
= used to be. Come along and I'll sho
you
Norton inspected the rooms car
fully, slowing away in his mind eve
detail He might be worrying abo
nothing; but so many strange thin
had happened that it was better to
on the side of caution than on q
side of carelessness. He left G
house and ran across Jones carryil
basket of wine.
Here, Norton; take this to Z
party. | want to reconnoiter."
"All right, m'lud Say, Jones. hi
much do you think I'd earn at IL