East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1917-02-12
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he decided TO go up 20 RlVeEoaio 49,
call on Florence Montrose.
II he had taken the trouble 10 teIe
phone to Florence that he was COM
ing to see he.' he might have Deeh
saved his journey thither. For pres
emily at 3 O'CLOCK the girl was s'aho-
ing on the veraIRia of the Montrose
house looking down the street III
search Of Harold Stanley.
She was in riding oOthes. A groom
held the two saddle horses at the
porte cochere. But Stanley was .
where to be seen. Nor had he sent
word to explain his delay.
Hes forgotten all about mel n
told herself ~petulantly. adding. ANY
how, I'm not going to be cheaaed
of my ride.1
She ran upstairs and knocked at
the laboratory door. DR.. Montrose
put away the diary i'll which he was
writing and went to meet her.
Daddy" h said with pretty i'm
periousness, Harold promised to II
in Van Cortlandt Park with me. I'm
all dressed and the horses are wait
ing, and Harold seems to have for
gotten the whole thing. I'm horribly
disappointed! Won't you please put
on your riding toys and come along
with me?"
Twenty minutes later she and the
doctor were cantering, side by side
along the highway toward Van Cort-
Iandt Park-at Just about the time
Bob Clayton was starting for River
dale.
After a while they turned into a
winding and Ieafy by-road, on OF the
parks main thoroughfares, and usu-
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Florence and Montrose, hearing the
automobile dashing along at reckless
speed behind them, drew aside to let
1t pass.
The car sped by them. so close to
Florence that the running board
grazed the flank of her frightened
horse. AS the car passed two arms
shot out from the newly opened door
and seized the girl.
Before Florence could guess at what
was happening-before her tatner
could turn to look-the girl was
snatched bodily from the saddle n
dragged into the a r
Even as she screamed loud | n ter
ror DR.. Montrose turned his head and
saw what had happened. In that one
fieeting glimpse he could see Tanner
and Morrison and a disreputable-
looking cripple in the tonneau.
With a cry of panic-terror, DIT.
Montrose drove the spurs into his
horse and gave chase. Calamity the
thoroughbred steed responded TO ms
masters call. Down the lane he
Numbered at racing speed and around
the curve ahead.
But no living horse can overtake a
motor car that is going at fifty miles
an hour.
At last, giving up the useless chase
DR.. Montrose turned his winded horse
J. homeward. He reached his Owl
! house Just as Robert Clayton cam'
; up the front walk.
, Turning his horse over to the groom
the h~eartbroken Montrose in a dozer
: words told Clayton what had hap
pened.
81 stopped TO telephone police head.
quarters on the way here" he nm
ished his miserable recital. But
am afraid it is hopeless. L"
Let me call up every town for a
twenty-mile radius then interrupt
ed Clayton, hurrying into the house,
land give a general alarm"
AS he spoke /, was striding toward
the telephone. But as he raised his
hand to the receiver. the telephone
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receiver to his ear impatient at the
call that delayed his own purpose OF
sending out an alarm to the suburban
police stations.
"Helloi" he said brusquely, get on
the wire pleased ="
He said no more: but stood. mouth
agape. listening to the voice that
hailed him by name at the far end
of the wire.
At the rivers edge. three miles
above, the automobile that Montrose
had so vainly pursued, drew up along
side a disused and tumbie-down boat
house. Tanner and Morrison lifted
the struggling girl from the car and
half led. half carried her into the
house. The cripple followed. o
slowly, hobbling painfully along. The
car was driven away.
Now. then" ordered Tanner, from
the doorway. step lively and get that
motor-boat. You'll And il moored
where I told YOU. Just beyond the
point over Wonder. jump"
The cripple did not Jump But he
hobbled away on his errand at a
very creditable pace. and when n
jutting hiIlock hid him from the
b~oathouse he put on a burst II speed
that would have amazed his new as
sociates.
He raced at a 1~0O-yard-dash gait
for a solitary water side provision
shop a quarter mile below a shop
from whose front he had seen the
jutting sign OF a dark-blue bell on a
white ground.
Into the shops telephone booth he
slipped and called up DIR. Montrose's
house. At nee Bob Clayton replied.
ordering him to leave the wire clesr.
Florence Montrose." broke in she
cripple. painting from his record
breaking run. Florence Montrose is
in the old Harding ~hoathcuse at the
foot OF Spuyten lane. she's TO be
taken up the Harlem in a motor boat
and dropped overheard with a stone
at her feet Quick"
He hung up the receiver. darted
ont Of the booth and sprinted to the
tiny o where Tanners motor boat
was moored. Boarding the boat, he
cast loose and set the engine going.
CrOulinE at the wheel In the bow,
he deity steered the craft around tho
point Of land and toward the hoat-
house As lie neared the boathousa
he seemed to lose his athletic energy
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