East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1916-10-16
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r1HE big Montross house at
Rlverdale seemed to have
awakened from q long doze
- OF gloom. For six months 1t
had been shuttered and all
but deserted. Now It's blindi were
up. There were fresh flowers In the
window bowls and on the deep veran-
ia There we're new life and gayety
IN tho very atmosphere OF the place.
For a half year DR.. Montrose had
iwelt here alone. except for his silent
rooted assistant, Felix. Here, day
ind night, the doctor had toiled in
his laboratory, tirelessly, perfectlng
the experiments to which he had de-
voted himself since his wife's death.
But now, In n breath, everything
WAS changed. Florence, his 1S-year-
old daughter, had come home from a
slS-month visit TO a school chum in
the West, and instantly her bright
presence had restored the old house
10 its former brightness.
II WAS on the carly evening Of the
third day after F1orence's return to
Riverdale. She was sitting alone on
tho Veranda, when a man turned in
at the gate and came hurrying up the
long walk toward the house. Flor
ance'a face flushed with genuine
pleasure at sight Of the visitor as he
moved forward through the early
summer twilight.
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He was above middle height. grace
ful Of figure and bearing, and Won
drOus good to look upon His easy
stride and the pose Of his mighty
shoulders proclaimed the athlete,
even as the broad forehead and full
eyes denoted the thinker and the
ilrm-molded jaw tho man Of action.
Florence ran down the. steps to
erect him.
"At last you have come" she
eageriy exclaimed. II had thought
Harold Stanley had forgotten his
schoolgirl friend In his busy career
of doing nothing"
Doing nothing!" he pouted. TN
the busiest little citizen in burg Of
6.OOo.0O0 people"
You certainly do surprise me. Why
arc you working? Has your father
caSt you orr
No. He's cast me on. On TO the
.Ry roll OF the New York Examiner.
have been there five months as n
cub reporter. When l finished col
'egO dad had a real Dutch uncle talk
with me- Among several hundred
other remarkB OF general interest he
said to me: Son. rye spent thirty
years in building up the Examiner
/ bought II when II was down and
out Two made II the most powerful
Newspaper In New York--perhaps in
America did II for the sake Of my
only g1n. Now my only son can either
ea q hoafer and squander the money
i'vO earned or else ne chn take OF his
coat and pitch in and learn the bust
nsss Irlm ths bottom up and make
ninl9Af fit TO carry on this great
NCrk when J nnl dead. Which shall
L ta' = leave thA choice 10 you. SO
plichcd tn. IL seemed the only thing
Tor L ~hite mEii 10 ca"
"GSNSd for Ycu." ssplauded Flor
enna = th.Eh rs hDe u yoU."
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-gNSs pariSa,!ar srroitcT,' he an
ntsSrW6. has bo'n opsndinf most Of
E,s time. iatssy, in running his feet
"a, chasing false clues oil the Grim
an stain Mystery"
What on earth is the Crimson
stain Mystery? II hsS a Grewsome
oOund."
Here's tho story In jlst . mouth
ful Of words.r ne explained -Four
months ago Cyrus Q. FerrAnd-tha
banker, YOU know-was fourd mur-
der0d IN bis study His safe was
looted. and the murderer got clean
away. The autopsy showed Ferrand
I'd been ehOked TO death"
How kOrriblel'