The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1915-01-04
CHAPTER XVIII.
And the Rose.

| Anu INC nose.
Taking the dazed young man by the
hand as though he had been child
the Reverend Mr.. Wright led Alan
back to his study and established him
in a comfortable armchair beside his
desk.
"Sit there and compose yourself, my
dear young friend" he insisted in a
soothing voice.
At the elbow of the Reverend Mr..
Wright a telephone shrilled impera-
lively. With a gesture of professional
patience he turned to the instrument,
lifted the receiver to his ear, and
spoke In unsteady modulated accents.
Eyes -. Yes: this is Mr..
Wright. All, yes, Mr. Digby.
Not coming? But, my dear sir,
Mr.. Law is already here. l must tell
you"
He checked with a reproving glance
for Alan, who was twitching his sleeve
mistakenly.
III you please" Alan begged, "let
me speak to Digby at once. Forgive
me"
Reluctantly the minister surrendered
the telephone.
THAT you, Digby?"
ALAN! Bless my soul, what are you
doing over there? Is Miss Urine with
you? But how can that be possible?"
Rose? No. What about herr" Alan
demanded, stammering with anxiety.
HNhU-nno IF hoo OF
ported by telephone. He was going on
duty this morning when he saw
young woman-either Rose or Judith
wearing a rough coat over boudoir
dress-climb out Of one of the base
ment windows of Trine's house. She
was apparently in great distress of
mind and anxious to escape without
being seen from the house; but before
my man-whose post Of observation
is In the third story of one Of the
houses opposite-could get to the
street, she had been caught by several
rough-looking customers, who rushed
out Of Trine's house, seized the girl,
and made off with her in a motor-car
bearing New Jersey license number.
/ am sending men to watch the Jersey
ferries. Call me up in an hour"
Without word Of response, and
without word of apology to the Rev
erend Mr.. Wright, Alan dropped the
receiver, snatched up his hat, and fed
that house like man demented.
Rose, escaping from Trine's house,
overpowered and made the captive Of
Trines lowest creatures-gunmen pos
sibgy, of the stamp of that animal
whom Urine had charged with the as
sassination of Alan the night before!
There was neither a motor-car In |
sight for him to charter nor any time |
to waste in seeking one. Alan could
only hope to find one on his way back |
toward the ferry. 1t must have been
upwards Of an hour before he came
into a street which he recognized, by
it's dinginess and squalor, as that in
which he had thrown Marrophat from
the running board of the taxicab.
And then, as he paused, breathless
and footsore, to cast about him for the
way to the ferry, a touring car turned
a COlACl az LOP opccu anu SlOW0u W d
stop before that selfsame tenement of
the unsavory aspect to whose sidewalk
he had seen Marrophat assisted by
the loafers of the quarter
And this touring car was occupied
oy some half-a-dozen ruffians in whose
lands young girl writhed and strug-
sled when, Immediately on the stop.
hey jumped out and wrestled her out
With brutal reconsideration.
Like a shot Alan had crossed the
TT eet-but only to bring up nose to
he panels Of the tenement door, and
o find himself seized and thrown
oughly aside by burly denizen when
le grasped the knob and made as If
o follow in.
Keep back, young feller!" his as
ailant warned him viciously. Keep t
uta this, now, II you don't want to r
ct into trouble"
To the speakers side another '
anged, cycling Alan with formidable t
cowl. At discretion be stepped back b
nd turned as if persuaded tc mind his t
wn business, then swung on his heel, t
aught the two in the very act Of open b
Il the door. and threw himself be- /;
veen them q