Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1915-01-27

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She Tried the Doors. They Were
himself; instead, he was distinctly
and delightfully."- entertained.
You DON'T: he said whimsically,
when she finally stopped, you don't.
by any chance, know The Maiden's
Prayer'?"
She laughed. This piece was a
standing joke at school.
Il have never played it. 1t may,
however, be in the music cabinet.
Would you like to hear it," mis-
chievously.
Heaven forfend!" he murmured,
raising his hands.
All the while the letter burned
against her heart, and the smile on
her face and the gayety on her tongue
We're forced. "Confit!e in no one" she
repeated mentally, "or you seal my
death warrant
why do you shake your head like
that?" he asked.
Did | shake my head?" Her heart
f1uttered wildly. Il was not conscious
of it,"
Are you going to keep your prom
ise?"
What promise?"
Never to leave this house without
Jones or myself being with you.''
~
ger Jones is out there in the hall
this minute. know; it is all for
my sake. But it bothers me-"
Jones was indeed in the hall, and
when he sensed the petulance in her
voice his shoulders sank despondently
and he sighed deeply if silently.
At quarter to eight Florence, being
alone for a minute, set fire to veil
and stuffed it down the register.
Zones" she called excitedly, IT
smell something burning!"
Jones dashed into the room, shifted,
and dashed out again, heading for the
cellar door. His first thought was
naturally that the devils incarnate had
set fire to the house. When he re-
turned, having, of course, discovered
no fire, he found Florence gone. He
rushed into the hall Her hat was
missing. He made for the hall door
with speed which seemed incredible
to the bewildered Susan's eyes. Out
into the street, up and down which
he looked Far away he discovered a
dwindling taxicab. The child was
gone
In the house Susan was answering
the telephone, talking incoherently.
":Who is it," Jones whispered, his
lips white and dry.
"The princess. ]. :" began Susan.
He took the receiver from her
roughly.
Hello, who is it,"
"This is Olga Perigoff. Is Florence
there?"
No, madam. She has just stepped
out for a moment. Shall l tell her
to call you when she returns?"
yes, please. I want her and SUI
san and Mr.. Norton to come to tea
tomorrow. Good-by.''
Jones hung up the receiver, sank
into a chair near by and buried his
face in his hands
What is it?" cried Susan, terrified
by the haggardness of his face.
shes gone! My God, those
wretches have got her! They've got
her!"
Florence was whirled away at top
speed. Her, father! She was actually
on the way to her father, whom she
had always loved in dreams, yet never
seen.
Number Is Grove street was not an
attractive place, but when she ar
rived she was too highly keyed to
take note of its sordidness She was
rather out Of breath when she reached
The door Of the third fiat. She knocked
timidly. The door was instantly
opened by a man who wore a black
mask. She would have turned then
and there and flown but for the swift
picture she had Of well-dressed man
at q table. He lay with his head upon
his arms.
"Father!" she whispered.
The man raised his careworn face.
SO very we'll done that only the closest
scrutiny would have betrayed the
paste Of the theater, He arose and
staggered toward her with out
stretched arms. But the moment they
closed about her Florence experienced
q peculiar shiver. .
my child" murmured the broken