The Idaho Springs siftings-news. (Idaho Springs, Colo.) 1905-19??, 1915-12-17

| the s-.-and yachting 70 such awfully
good fun. if you only get decent
weather"
The mention of yachting brought
/ back to my mind the visit of the Lola
and its mysterious sequel.
Your father has a yacht. them" I
remarked. with as little concern as
/ could.
Yes. The Iris. My uncle ID cruising
| on her up the Norwegian Fiords- For
US it is a change to be here. because
we are SO often afioat."
| so you must have made many long
voyages. and seen many odd corners OF
the world, Miss Leithcourt?" l re-
marked. my interest in her increasing.
for she seemed so extremely intelli-
gent and well informed.
| "Oh, yes. We've been to Mexico.
and to Panama. besides Morocco.
Egypt and the west coast OF Africa"
And you've actually landed at Leg
horn." l remarked.
Yes, but we didn't stay there more
than an hour-to send a telegram,
think it was. Father said there was
nothing to see there. He and l went
ashore, and l must say ! was rather
| disappointed"
You are quite right. The town it.
self is ugly and uninteresting. But the
| outskirts-San Jacopo, Ardenza and
Antigniano are all delightful. 1t was
unfortunate that you did not see them.
, Was it long ago when you put in
| there?"
| Not very long. really don't recol-
| lect the exact date" was her reply.
I'VE were on our way home from Alex
andria."
Have you ever. in any of the ports
you've been. seen a yacht called the
Lola?" asked eagerly. for 1t occurred
to me that perhaps she might be able
to give me information.
| THE Lola!" she gasped. and instant
| ly her face changed. A flush over
spread her cheeks, succeeded next mo-
ment by a deathlike pallor. THE
Lola!" she repeated in a strange,
hoarse voice, at the same time en-
| deavoring strenuously not to exhibit
any apprehension. mo. have never
| heard of any such a vessel. Is she q
steam yacht? Who's her owner?"
regarded her in amazement and
suspicion, for l saw that mention OF
| the name had aroused within her some
| serious misgiving. That look in her
| dark eyes as they fixed themselves
upon me was one of distinct and I'M
speakable terror.
What could she possibly know con-
corning the mysterious craft?
7 Il don't know the owners name"
I said, still affecting not to have noticed
I her alarm and apprehension. The
vessel ran aground at the Meloria, a
dangerous shoal outside Leghorn. and
I through the stupidity OF her captain
vas very nearly lost"
! "Yes?" she gasped, in half-whisper,
bending to me eagerly. unable to suf-
ficiently conceal the terrible anxiety
consuming her. And you-did you go
aboard herr"
YES" was the only word uttered.
A silence fell between us, and as my
| eyes fixed themselves upon her. saw
| that from her handsome mobile coun-
tenance all the light and life had sud
| denly gone out, and l knew that she
I was in secret possession of the key
| to that remarkable enigma that SO puz-
zled me.
OF a sudden the door opened. and q
| voice cried gayly:
| why. I've been looking everywhere
| for you. Muriel. Why are you hidden
here? Aren't you coming?"
We both turned, and as she did SO a
low cry of blank dismay involuntarily
escaped her.
Next instant l sprang to my feet.
The reason of her cry was apparent,
for there, In the full light of TIE golden
sunset streaming through the long
open windows. stood a broad-shoul-
dered, fair bearded man in tennis fan-
nels and Panama hattie fugitive l
knew as Philip Horribly!
| l faced him. speeches..