The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1915-01-06

der of her erstwhile teacher.
Jones appeared visibly shoc,.ed
"What is it,"
I'VE read the story in the newspa.
per-" said the elder woman, her own
eyes filing with tears. "The poor
child, To have all her castles-in-air
tumble down like this! But what au.
thority have you to engage me?" SEN
sibly.
Jones produced document. duly
signed by Hargreave. and witnessed
and sealed by a notary. in which It
was set forth that Henry Jones, but.
Ter and valet to Stanley Hargreave,
had full powers of attorney In the
event of his CHargreave's) disappear
ance; in the event of his death, till
Florence became of legal age.
Said Jones as he put the document
back in his pocket: What is your
name?"
Susan Wane"
40 you love this child?"
with all my heart. the poor un.
happy babel"
THANK you!"
Inside the home he conducted them
through the various rooms, at the
same time telling them what had ia
ken place during the preceding night.
"They have not found his body?"
asked Florence. my poor, poor faith
err"
"No."
"Then he may be alive!"
please God that he may!" said the
butler, with genuine piety, for he had
loved the man who had gone forth in
TO the night so bravely and so strange
ly. This is your room. Your father
spent many happy hours mere prepar-
ing 1t for you"
Tears came into the girls eyes
again. and discreetly Jones left the
two alone.
"What shall I do, Susan? Whatever
shall ] do?"
BE brave as you always are.
will never leave you till you find your
father"
Florence kissed her fervently.
"What is your opinion of the butler?"
81 think we may both trust him abb
solutely."
Then Florence began exploring the
house. Susan followed her closely.
Florence peered behind the mirrors,
the pictures. in the drawers of the
desk. in the bookcases.
what are you hunting for, child?"
"a photograph of father" But she
found none. More, there were no pho
tographs of any kind to be found in
Stanley Hargreave's home.
When Norton awoke, he naturally
went to the door for the morning pa
pers which were always placed in a
neat pile before the sill. He yawned,
gathered up the bundle was about to
climb back into bed. when a head
line caught his dull eyes. Twenty-one
minutes later. to be precise, he ran
IN the steps OF the Hargreave home
AID rang the bell. He was admitted
by the taciturn Jones, to whom the
reporter had never paid any particu
lar attention. Somehow Jones always
managed to stand in shadows.
Il can add nothing to what has al
ready appeared in the newspapers"
replied Jones, as Norton opened his
batteries of inquiries.
Mr.. Jones, / have known your mas
ter several years, as you will recollect.
There never was woman in this
house, not even among the servants.
There are two in the other room.
Who are they? And what are they
doing here?"
Jones shook his head
We'll, | can easily find out"
Jones barred his path, and for the
first time Norton gazed into the eyes
of the man servant. They were as
hard as gun metal.
My dear Mr.. Jones, you ought to
know that sooner or later we report
ers find out what we seek"
Jones appeared to reflect. "Mr. Nor
ton, you claim to be friend Of Mr..
Hargreave?"
II do not claim. | am. More than
that l do not believe he is dead. He
was deep. He had some relentless en-
emies-I don't know where from or