The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1915-04-22

and a defensive fighter may last a
long while, but he seldom wins; and
the butler knew that they must win
or go down in bitter defeat. There
was no half way route to the end;
there could be no draw. 1t all reminded
him of thunderbolts: one man knew
where they were going TO strike.
The telephone rang; at the anne
moment Florence left the piano. She
stopped at the threshold.
Hello! You? Where have you
been? What has happened?"
Who is it," asked Florence, step
ping forward.
Jones held up a warning hand, and
Florence paused.
Yes, yes; l hear perfectly. o!
You've been working out their new
quarters? Good, good, But be very
careful, sir. One never knows what
may happen. They have been quiet
for some time now. All! You
can't work the ceiling this time? . . .
Window owe the way. Very good,
sir. But be careful"
The word sir" caught Florence's
attention. She ran to Jones and seized
him by the arm.
Who was that" she cried, as he
turned away from the telephone.
Why"
You said sir"
Jones eyes wtdened. q did,"
Yes, and it's the first time | ever
heard you use it owe the telephone.
Jones, you were talking to my father"
please, Miss Florence, do not ask
me any questions. | cannot answer
any. | dare not"
But il I should command. upon
J the pain of dismissal?" coldly.
"Ah, Miss Florence" and Jones
tapped his pocket, you forget that you
cannot dismiss me by word. | am le-
gally In control here. am sorry
that you have made me recall this
fact to you"
Florence began to cry softly.
Il an sorry. very sorry" said the
butler. torn between the desire to
comfort her and the law that he had
laid down for himself. 1T Is very
gloomy today, and perhaps we are a
little depressed by it. am sorry"
20, | realize, Jones, that all this
amending mystery annd secrecy have
a set purpose at back. Only. 1t does
just seem as II l should go mad some.
times with waiting and wondering"
And if the truth must be told, il
is the same with me. We have to
wait for them to strike. Shall | get
you something new to read? / am
going down to the drug store and
they have a circulating library
Get me anything you please. But
Id feel better with a little sunshine"
That's universal" replied Jones,
gong into the hall for his hat.
Had the telephone rung again at
hat moment it is quite probable that
the day would have come to a close
as the day before had, m~onotonously.
But the ring came five minutes after
Jones had left the house.
rs this the Hargreave placer"
YES said Florence. who is it?"
This is Miss Hargreave talking?"
Yes"
This is Doctor Morse. am at the
Queen hotel. Mr.. Norton has been
badly hurt, and he wants you and
Mr.. Jones to come at once. We can
not tell just how serious the injury is.
He is just conscious. Shall I tell him
you will come Immediately?
Yes, yes!"
Florence snapped the receiver on
the hook. She wanted to fly, fly. He
was hurt. How. when, where?
Susan. Susan!" she called.
What Is it, Florence?" asked Susan,
running into the room.
Jim is badly hurt. He wants me to
come at once. o, Susan. I've been
dreading something all day long Flor
ence struck the maids bell. MY
wraps. You will go with nc. Susan"
Where. Miss Florence" asked the
maid, alive to her duty.
"Where? What Is that To your" a.
nanded Florence. who did o know
that th!s maid waa q detective. -