Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1915-07-30

day, as he was leaving his brotne
banker after dining with him.
You'll be lucky if you get one, oil
man. You've had no less than dozel
tough things to work out in the pas
four MONTHS" answered Burns, "an
most of them came when you were try
ing to get away for vacation"
"Oh, I'll fool them this time. In
going to get away to New Orleans thi
week, and If can't get rest Their
I'm going abroad"
Il hope you succeed" smiled Burns
you've certainly earned day off. Blu
don't get too far from New York. w
might need YOU"
That evening Poe superintendent tn
packing of his white flannels and light
est clothes. But, in spite of his inter
ton, the following in the morning pa
pe- compelled him to instantly chang
ais lans:
Between one and two o'clock
= morning, as near as can be as
&c tanned, Geordie MacGregor was
Sd len from his ivory inlaid bed
" ich stood next to the one his
y Their was occupying at the time.
frs. MacGregor herself missed
~ boy, and telephoned the po-
:. lice at two o'clock this morning.
Mrs. MacGregor, suffering with
hay-fever, had slept but fitfully
since retiring with her son at nine
O'Clock last evening. At one o'clock
she noted her son was sleeping
sweetly and sound.
At two o'clock her asthmatic
trouble again awakened her. She
arose from bed to get a fresh
handkerchief from her bureau. In
doing so she passed Geordie's bed,
and found it empty.
AS her four-year-old son was not
in the habit of rising during the
night, she flew into great alarm,
and hurried into the small room
adjoining, where Rose McDermott,
Geordie's old nurse, slept. The
nurse was on her feet almost the
moment her mistress passed
through the open doorway be-
tween their rooms.
TITS Geordie!" she cried.
yes. Where is he?" Mrs. Mac
Gregor turned on light above the
faithful old nurses head, and
scanned her face with calm in
tensity.
Il thought l heard something"
criel the nurse.
Tell me, Rose, what?"
81 was justa,neasy. l thought l
heard Geordie Whisper for his
horse, Ponto; I'm sue | heard thy
word" cried Rose.
She rushed at once to the but
ler's quarters.
Since Brian MacGregor, the Mad
Millionaire, finished his life as
raving maniac in the padded cell
he had built as classroom in the
top turret of the house, the serv-
ants have been given all the rooms
on the third floor. Andrew was
awakened from a sound sleep, and
hurried back with Rose at once.
All lights were turned on, the four
other servants called from their
quarters in the basement, and a
general search was instituted
The strangest part of the case Is
that nothing was found out of or
der. Not window was Unmatched.
Not a door had been tempered
with. The police came, and UNI
hesitatingly called it an inside
job. The servants are now all I'M
der suspicion, though old Rose is
thought to be innocent.
OF course, particular significance
should be attached to the fact that
Geordie MacGregor is the richest
boy in the world, and it would be
quite worth the while of any man
to prepare an elaborate scheme
and steal the boy. 1t is hardly
thought, however, that IL the usual
method of kidnapping is employed
the criminals will be able to con-
ceal their victim, for with the
mass of money Mrs. MacGregor
has at her command she will be
able to put every detective in
New York city on the case.
A slight SILVER ran through Chris
topher Poe as he looked at the accom-
panying illustrations of the MacGree
or mansion; that grim, mysterious oil
stone pile, sprawling amply on Fiftl
avenue, across from the park, in tn
sixties" He shuddered on seeing
picture of little Geordie in a gold bro
cade walkingsuit, and another O
Geordie in his inlaid ivory crib. Their
were photographs, too, of the beaut
full Mrs. MacGregor and Geordies ma
who Poe had known int
mately. Even the stern face of tn
old family butler appeared in uncon
print.
Sending out his man for later pa
pers, the banker dressed, called up
railroad Office to countermand resel
walton for New Orleans, and. when tn
papers arrived, eagerly read the lates
onraod onrocc tho for, boIf r