The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1917-10-18
CHAPTER III-contInued.

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Ward had risen. He lowered far
above Elinor. Because of his heavy
shoulders, he never looked his full
height. Boroday, In the corridor. stole
q moment from his anxieties to find
the young clergyman every inch of a
man, and to throw him the grudging
admiration of defeated middle-age for
youth and vibrant life.
"Then I shall not send for the rec
tori"
"Please, no."
us there anything at all that can
do?"
"Do the-the police know about
this2"
"Surely. I suppose you have been
told what happened"
"They will tell me nothing"
There was car coming up the hill.
That would be 1t. Boroday eased his
aching arm. He did not dare a sling,
but the hand was thrust in the pocket
Of his coat. If only the hemorrhage
did not start again! He braced him
self and watched.
ut was robbery, you know thatT
said Ward, in the library. He picked
his words carefully. "As I got the
story, taxicab on it's way to the bank
was held up near the Record office.
Your father had stepped to the curb
to hail the taxi, and-it happened
then, "a stray bullet from one Of
the bandits guns"
Boroday, eyes on the car, heard the
statement, and, with the chief coming
up the steps from the road to the gar
den, took the time to repudlate it.
"Pardonw he said. ut was not a
weapon in the hands Of the bandits. 1t
was the revolver Of the bank messen-
ger"
Ward turned in surprise. Boroday's
eyes were fixed on Elinor'S, with reas-
surance in their depths. The assistant
rector was not subtle, but he had a
curious feeling of something behind all
this. He was uncomfortable.
II trust" he said earnestly, "that
these various outrages will be at an
end now. Surely the police"
Possibly" The anarchists gaze
wandered to the garden, where even
then the chief was making his way to-
ward the house. "Of course, these
bandits are trained men Of unusual
intelligence. If the police were of In
telligence to cope with them"
"Yes?"
"They would not be on the force at
meager salaries and petty graft. They
would be"-he shrugged his shoulders
-"bandits themselves, very possibly"
Ward left after that-left with an
uncomfortable feeling of having got
nowhere. He was convinced of one
thing, death, which for him was an
open gateway, was for this girl a
closed and fastened door. And he
knew something else. No other woman
had ever so profoundly impressed him
as this girl who without hope in her
grief met it with q high head and
courageous eyes,
He felt a certain comfort in one
thing. Elinor had made concession
and Hilary Kingston, lavish giver to
the parish poor, was to be buried from
Saint Jude's.
The chief met Mr.. Ward on the ter.
race and took off his hat. Boroday
In the dim hall, felt certain sense OF
content. Nothing could have been more
auspicious, could have set his stage
better for his little drama, than the
presence Of the young clergyman. The
whole scene gained tone, decOrum.
The chiefs visit was short. They
had followed the bandits car and lost
1t. and finding himself In the neighbor
hood
BE assured" he said to Elinor, II
his best manner. that we'll not res
until this thing is cleared up. Tn,
cOmmunity"-he cleared his throat
''the community will not lose one o.
its best citizens without a violent pro
test"
With the coroner he went up tn,
stairs and into old Hilary's room. Tn,
chief glanced about while the hast,
examination was being made.
mice rOOm," he said. "But a joll,
lot Of good 1t does the old gentleman
nOwl Nice little girl downstairs, toe
I've seen that chap in the hall some
where"
The coroner drew the sheet over oil
Hllary's peaceful face.
'"The preacher? They all look alike
It's the vest and the collar"
'@The other man. with the accen
German. take 1t, Or-Russian."
Boroday was waiting for them Z
tha foot Of the staircase. In the