Dresden enterprise and Sharon tribune. (Dresden, Tenn.) 1907-1997, 1915-05-07

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calls to locate the reporter.
Meantime the taxicab containing
Florence and Susan spun madly toward
the water front. Here the two were
separated by an effective threat Flor
ence recognized the man Vroon and
knew that to plead for mercy would
be a waste of time. She permitted
herself to be led to waiting launch.
Always when she disobeyed Jones
something like this happened. But
this time they had cunningly struck
at her heart, and all thought of her
personal safety became as nothing
For the present she knew that she was
In no actual physical danger. She
was merely to be held as a hostage
Would Susan have mentality enough
to tell Jones where the taxicab had
stopped? She doubted. In an emer-
gency Susan had proved herself a
nonentity, a bundle Of historical
thrills.
AS matter of fact, for once Flor
ence's deductions were happily wrong.
When the chauffeur peremptorily de-
posted Susan on the lonely country
road, several miles from home, she
ran hot-foot to the nearest telephone
and sent a very concise message
home. Susan was becoming acclimated
to this strange, exciting existence.
Norton arrived in due time, and
he and Jones were mapping out plan
when Susans message came.
"Good girl" said Jones' "She's
learning. Can you handle this alone,
Norton? They want me out Of the
house again, for / believe they were
after me as we'll as Florence. Half
an hour gone!"
Trust mel" cried Norton.
And he ran out to his auto. 1t was
a wild ride. Several policemen shouted
after him, but he went on unmindful.
They could take his license number
a hundred times for all he cared So
they had got her? They could wait
til their enemys vigilance Stacked
and then would strike? But Susan!
The next time he saw Susan he was
going to take her in his arms and kiss
her. 1t might be new sensation to
: kiss Susan, always so prim and oft1sh.
Corey street-that had been her direc-
tion. They had put Florence In q
motor boat at the foot of Corey street.
He was perhaps half an hour behind.
Florence never opened her lips. She
stared ahead proudly. She would
show these scoundrels that she was
her fathers daughter. They piled
her with questions, but she pretended
not to hear.
well, pretty bird, we'll make you
speak when the time comes. We've
got you this trip where we want you.
There won't be any jumping over
board this session, believe me. We've
wasted enough time. We've got you
and we're going to keep you"
LET her be-" said Vroon morosely.
well put all the questions we wish
when we're at our destination" And
he nodded significantly toward the
ships riding at anchor
Florence felt her heart sink in spite
Of her abundant courage. Were they
going to take her to sea again? She
had acquired horror Of the sea, so
big, so terrible, so strong. She had
had an experience with its sullen
power. They had gone about four
miles down when she looked back
longingly toward shore. Something
white seemed to be spinning over the
water far behind. At first she could
not discern what II was. AS sne
watched it 1t grew and grew. 1t final
ly emerged from the illusion Of 81
gantic bird into the actually Of an
everyday hydroplane. Her heart gave
a great bound. This flying machine
was coming directly toward the
launch; it did not deviate hairs
breadth from the line. Fortunately
the men were looking toward the huge
freighter a quarter of a mile farther
on, and from their talk it was'evident
that that freighter was to be her pris-
on-bound for where? Nearer and
nearer came the hydroplane. Was it
for her?
It was impossible for the men not
TO take notice Of the barking Of the
engines at last.
''The things headed for us!"
vroon stared under his palm. It
was not credible that pursuit had
taken place 80 quickly. To test yonder
man-bird he abruptly changed the
course OF the launch. The hydroplane |
veered it's course to suit.
Florence heard her name called |
family. One Of the men drew his |
revolver, but vroon knocked it out
Of his hand
There's the police boat, you fool"
Jump" voice called to Florence.