The L'Anse sentinel., 1916-03-11

Almost the frst person she met in
the editorial ONCE was Robert Hard
ing, who hurried toward her eagerly.
II think have found way to help
you." she said impulsively. II 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 30 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 AZ she passed out Of the
ofice, and she quickened her pace.
But her mind was made up.
"Tll 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
in carrying 1t out Her search for the
Journal of the Fifteen was short one.
as she knew the book was in her IA
Tiers private desk In the library and
had not been removed since his seizure.
With the little red covered book in
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for their departure to the mountains
30 hurriedly that by 8 o'clock that
evening she and her father were on
their way and note had been sent to
Harding telling him where he could
reach them.
It was at 10 o'clock the next morn
ing that Dorothy. reading to her In
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 that Stone would stop at moth
ing. not even physical violence to her.
to gain possession Of It Her glance
travelled swiftly about the room. On
q table 10y 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.
Course your he growled- Where II
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 Maxwelrs hair when the cou-
pie entered the room.
Il am going to take your father into
the grounds for little air. Miss Doro-
thy" he said. Catching up Maxwell's
hat, to the girls dismay, rho caught the
handle Of the wheel chair and pushed
It ahead OF him.
Stone escorted Maxwell to the edge
Of the grounds without uttering q
word, his mouth set In hard. grim
line. A gang Of laborers had been ut
work on a rustic bridge spanning high
gully, at the bottom Of which gushed
nm angry little torrent. Stone pushed
Maxwell's chair out on 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 in overalls was occupied in re-
moving some Of the old pIanks from
/ the center Of the bridge preparatory
! to substituting new and stronger ones.
| Az Stone watched him the man put on
his hat and started on whistling. evi-
IDENTIFY for nails or tools to complete
his task. leaving gaping hole perhaps
six feet across.
Hardly was the laborer out Of sight
when Stone darted toward the opening
thus exposed and hastily pulled back
into place. the old boagde, adjustine
| them I'm such way that they -weuid
| BE- dIslodged with the slightest weight
| placed upon them. A Stone strolled
| back TO the chair Dorothy and Hard
Ing appeared from the house. Stone
scowIed. and then. turning bis back
idly dropped Maxwell's hat over the
bridge to determine the dlstance to the
water below and Ascertain whether {
fall through the rotten timbers Of thu
bridge would b fatal.
II thought you might IKE to - Mr..
Harding for Z few minutes. father. b.
fore - goes But where = your haiti
Xou WIN catch coldr
n am afraid, Niss MaxwelI. that y
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