The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1915-02-17
Copyright 1914. BY Harold MacGrsth)
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The only thing that kept him active
was the daily call of Jones by wire.
Miss Florence was well that was all
Jones was permitted to say.
Restlessly Norton spurned his chair
and walked over to the telephone
booth. IL was midnight. He might or
might not be able to get Jones. BIT
almost instantly a voice said, What
! is it,"
jones'"
Eyes. who is it?"
Norton"
"Why. you called me up not ten
minutes ago"
Not T."
TT was your voice. as plain as day"
What did I want?" keen all at once.
The reply did not come Immediately.
"You are certain it was not you?'
wait a moment and I'll call the
editor He will prove to you that I've
been here for an hour, and that this
is the first call I've made. Some one
has been imposing on you. What did
they ask you to do?"
You asked me to come down to the
office at once, and | requested you
to come to the house and you said you
could not. | declined to stir"
What did you Think"
Exactly what you're thinking-that
they have come to life again"
Jones, is Miss Florence awaken"
NO"
"Do you think there is any hope of
having her understand what really
happcned?"
Il am here only to guard her. | can
not undertake to read her thoughts"
You're not quite in favor of rec.
onciliation?"
"Oh, yes, if it went no further.
Young people are young people the
world over"
What does that mean?"
THAT they would not create imagi- |
native heartaches if they were not |
young Better let things remain ex
actly as they are. When all these !
troubles are settled finally the lesser |
trouble may be talked over sensibly. |
But this is not the time. There is no |
news. Goodnight"
Norton returned to his chair, gloom |
fer than ever. With his feet upon the |
window sill he stared and stared and |
dreamed and dreamed till hand fell |
upon his shoulder. 1t belonged to one
of the office boys.
Note FIR you, sir"
Norton read it and tore it into little
pieces. Then he rose and distributed
the pieces in the several yawning
waste baskets which strewed the aisle
leading to the city desk.
I'm not wanted for anything?" he
asked.
mo. Clear Quit" laughed the night
city editor. THE sight of you is put
ting everybody in the gloom ward"
Norton went down to the street. At
the left of the entrance he was quietly
joined by a man whose arm was car
ried in a sling. He motioned Norton
to get into the taxicab. They were
dropped in a deserted spot in River
dale. On foot they went forward to
their destination, which proved to be
the deserted hangar Of the aviator,
Orts.
81 want you to tell Jones that a tug
and several divers are at work on the
spot where he threw the chest. That's
all. Now, doctor, rewind this arm of
mine"
The amateur surgeon made a very
good job of it; not for nothing had he
fighting armies to the front
did they find anything?"
mot up to date. But we might IL
we cared to. They have left a buoy
over the spot they're exploring But
just now it floats a quarter Of a
mile to the east Of the spot"
"Who were the men in the motor
boat that chased Jones'"
"Only Jones can tell you. Queer old
codger, eh?"
"A bit stubborn. He wants to handle
t without police assistance"
"And he's right. We are not aiming
20 arrest anyone" sinisterly. There
can't be any draw to this game. Here,
40 smoking. Too much gas afioat."
Norton put the cigarettes back into
his pocket. whats the real news?"
ne demanded. You would not bring
ne out here just to rebandage that
urn. 1t really did not need it. Come,
tut with it,"
you're sharp"
I'm paid to be sharp"
tive found where the Black Hun
ired holds its sessions"
by George, that's news!"
"The room above is vacant. A little
lole in the ceiling, and who knows
What might happen?"
What do you want me to do?"
Tell Jones. When the next meet
ng come around I'll advise you. I've
upon a dissatisfied member.
SO, buck up, as they say. We've got
wo ends Of the net down, and with
little care Wen have them all. Now
ct me have hundred"
Marian |