The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1916-03-10


which Bruce Larnigan controlled In The
interests Of his battles for the people
Almost the first person she met il
the editorial office was Robert Hard
ing, who hurried toward her eagerly.
II think | have found a way to hell
you," she said impuslvely. 81 have
remembered that father has at home a
book with the names Of the members
Of The Fifteen and their secret by
words, minutes, and so on. That book
ought TO let us know who the mys
terious head Of the milk trust is. We
can then force him to come out into
the open"
"Goodr' echoed Harding, with en-.
thusiasm. "When you have the book
let me know"
"T WILL" the girl promised, and then
she caught her breath sharply. Just
behind them stood Stanford Stone
with slight smile on his lips.
She felt that Stone was watching
her intently as she passed out Of the
office, and she quickened her pace.
| But her mind was made up.
T'll find the book" the girl decided,
"and then take father TO our home in
the mountains. Mr. Harding can
come there for It."
This decision made, she lost no time
I'm carrying 1t out. Her search for the
journal Of the Fifteen was a short one,
as she knew the book was I'm her IA.
ther's private desk I'm the library and
had not been removed since his seizure
With the little red covered book In
her possession she rushed preparations
for their departure to the mountains
so hurriedly that by o o'clock that
their way and note had been sent tc
Harding telling him where he could
reach them.
1t was at 10 o'clock the next morn
ing that Dorothy, reading to her IA
ther in the CHEEKY living room Of their
little country home. glanced up to see
the figure OF Stanford Stone entering
the rustic gate of the grounds. She
stopped abruptly. The precious book
was in the bosom of her dress, but she
knew thar Stone would stop at moth
ing, not even physical violence to her
to gain possession of it. Her glance
Travelled swiftly about the room. Or
q table lay her fathers silk hat. With
a quick movement Dorothy caught up
the hat and slipped the book into the
lining just as Stanford Stone was an
nounced.
Dorothy spoke a few words of care
less greeting to him and left him alone
with her father. Hardly had the door
closed behind her when Stone bound
ed from his chair and sprang to the
side Of Mr.. Maxwell. There was mur
der In his eyes.
Curse your he growled. where is
that book?"
Terror sprang into the eyes of the
helpless old man, and then came a for
tunate interruption. Voices sounded
from outside, and Dorothy and Robert
Harding appeared. Stone quickly
changed his attitude and was gently
stroking Maxwel's hair when the cou'
pie entered the room.
81 am going to take your father into
the grounds for a little air, Miss Doro-
thy" he said. Catching up Maxwelrs
hat, to the girls dismay. he caught the
handle Of the wheel chair and pushed
It ahead of him.
Stone escorted Maxwell to the edge
OF the grounds without uttering a
word. his mouth set I'm a hard, grim
line. A gang of laborers had been at
work on rustic bridge spanning high
gully, at the bottom Of which gushed
an angry little torrent. Stone pushed
Maxwelrs chair out OH to the edge OF
the bridge and glanced about him
swiftly. debating as to the best meth
cd to force speech from the closed lips.
A man I'm overalls was occupied in re-
moving some OF the old planks from
the center Of the bridge preparatory
to substituting new and stronger ones.
AS Stone watched him the man put on
his hat and started off whistling. evil
dently for nails or tools to complete
his task. leaving a gaping hole perhaps
six feet across.
Hardly was the lahorer out Of sight
when Stone darted toward the opening
thus exposed and hastily pulled back
into place the old boards. adjusting
them in such way that they would
be dislodged with the slightest weight
placed upon them. AS Stone strolled
back to the chair Dorothy and Hard
ing appeared from the house. Stone
scowled. and then. turning his back.
idly dropped Maxwell's hat over the
bridge to determine the distance to the
water below and ascertain whether
fall through the rotten timbers OF the
bridge would be fatal.
81 thought you might like to see MT.
Harding for few minutes. father. be
fore-h he goes. But where is your hat1
You will catch cold"
IL am afraid. Miss Maxwell, that IL
Is up tn me to get your father a new
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