The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1915-01-14
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"a ride in the afternoon, anyhow. a.
,svery nag is out in the morning"
"Whexe's the most popular road?"
"Toward the park; but Miss Har-
sreaye always goes along the river
side road. She doesn't like strangers
about"
20. I see. Well. I'll drop In this
afternoon and see your master. They
saw that riding is good for torpid
liver. Have cigar"
Thanks"
The groom proceeded into the sta.
lbles and the afiabls stranger took
himself OF.
A free rein; they could work Il to
suit themselves. There wasn't the
least obstacle In the way. On the
face of 1t, It appeared to be the simi
plest Job they had yet undertaken.
TO get rid of the riding master In
some natural way after he and the
girl had started. 1t was like falling
of log.
Susan" said Florence as she came
into breakfast after her celebrating
ride. did you hear pistol shots last
nisht?"
II heard some noise, but I was so.
sleepy l didn't try to figure out what
Iit was"
! did you, Jones?"
Eyes. Miss Florence. The shots.
came from the street. A policeman
came running up later and said he.
saw two automobiles on the run. But:
evidently there wasn't anybody hurt
One has to be careful at night now.
adays. There are pretty bad mem
abroad. Did you enjoy the ride?
! Every much. But there were spots
Of blood on the walk near the corner:
"Blood?" Jones caught the back Of
. chair to steady himself.
"Yes. So some one was hurt. Oh.
let's leave this place!" impulsively.i
Let us go back to Miss Farlow's.'
You could find place In the village,
Jones. But II I stay here much longer
IN this state of unrest I shall lose;
faith In everything and everybody.
Whoever my fathers enemies are.
they do not lack persistence. They
have made two attempts against my
liberty, and sooner or later they will
succeed. I keep looking over my
shoulder all the time. II hear q
noise Jump"
Miss florence. II I thought It wise.
you should be packed on to Miss Far.
lows this minute. But not an hour Of
the day or night passes without this
house being watched. I seldom see
anybody about. I can only sense the
iyrssence Of q watcher. At Miss Far
ilows you would be far more like q
prisoner than here. I could not ac-
company you. I am forbidden to de-
cert this house."
my fathers orders?"
Jones signifled neither one way nor
the other. He merely gazed stolidly;
lot the rug.
THAT blood!" She sprang from her
chair. horrified. "It was his! He was
here last night, and they shot
him! o."
! There, there, Miss Florence! The
man was only slightly wounded. He's
where they never will look for him."
Then Jones continued. % with an ef-
fort: Trust me, Miss Florence. 1t
would not pay to run away. Tho
whole affair would be repeated else
where. We might 60 to the other end
OF the world. but It would not serve ~
IN the least It II not g question OF
escape. but Of who shall vanquish the
othsr. There IL nothing to do but re-
main here and Tight, night. Tight. We
have put four Of them In. the Tombs.
70 cay nothing Of the gunner. That
70 what we must do-put them In
safe place. one by one, till We reach
the master. Then only may We
breathe in safety. But II they watch.
20 do we. There IL never q moment
when help II not within reach. no mat
Ter where you 90. So long ~ you do
not deceive me. no real harm shall be-
ial you. Don't cry. Be your fathers
O~sSAs - 8Iu 0lD DoAVonS'
i am very unhappy" And Flor
Isncs threw her arms around Susan
and laid her head upon her friends
shoulder.
Poor child" Susan, however. rec
osnised the wisdom Of Jones state
ments. They were safest here.
The morning rides continued. To
the girl, who loved the open. 1t was
glorious fun. Those mad gallops
along the roads, the smell Of earth and
see, the tingle in the blood, were the
second best moments Of her day. The
Inst! She invariably blushed when
sne considered what these first best
moments were. He was q brave young
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