The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1916-03-07

the editorial office was Robert Hard.
ing, who hurried toward her eagerly.
II think have found a way to help
you" she said impulsively. 81 have
remembered that father has ut home n
book with the names OF the members
Of Tie 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"
II WILL" the girl promised, and then
she caught her breath sharply. Just
behind them stood Stanford Stone
with a 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.
"I'll find the book" the girl decided.
land 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 It out. Her search for the
journal of the Fifteen was a 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
her possession she rushed preparations
for their departure to the mountains
so hurriedly that by 0 o'clock that
evening she and her father were on
their way and n note had been sent to
Harding telling him where he could
reach them.
1t was mt 10 O'Clock the next morn
ing that Dorothy. reading to her IA.
Their 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 1t. Her glance
Travelled swiftly about the room. On
a table lay her fathers silk hat. With
quick movement Dorothy caught up
the hat and slipped the book into the
lining just as Stanford Stone was an
nounced.
Dorothy spoke 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 muir.
| der In his eyes.
Curse you" he growled. Where is
that bookf'
Terror sprang into the eyes of the
helpless old man, and then came n for.
tunate interruption. Voices sounded
! from outside. and Dorothy and Robert
| Harding appeared. Stone qui"sly
! changed his attitude and was gently
stroklng Maxwells hair when the cou-
Pile entered the room.
| II am going to take your father into
the grounds for 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 n
word, his mouth set In hard. grim
line. A gang OF laborers had been at
work on n rustic bridge spanning high
gully, at the bottom OF which gushed
an angry little torrent. Stone pushed
| Maxwells 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 oyeralls 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 whistllng. evil
IDENTIFY for nails or tools to complete
his task, lenving gaping hole perhaps
six feet across.
Hardly was the laborcr 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 dislodgcd with the slightest weight
| placed upon them. As Stone strolled
back TO the chair Dorothy and Hard
ing appeared from the house. Stone
scowed. and then. turning his back
idly dropped MaXwell's hat over the
bridge to determine tile distance TO the
water below and ascertain whether n
fall through the rotten timbers. of the
| bridge would be fatal.
Il thought you might like TO see Mr.,
| Harding for few minutes, father, be
| fore he goes. But where is your hat
You viii catch cold"
II am afraid, Miss Maxwell, that Il
is up to me to get your father new
hat" broke in Stanford Stone. IL acct.
dentally knocked It OF the bridge"