The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1917-08-23

old Hilarys leadership had gone back
to Russia, dollar for dollar. He had
financed part Of the Kiev defense of
the Jews, had saved Prince Ovarsky
from Siberia. There were other things.
Money would save Boroday. And
there was practically no money.
BY unanimous consent they kept the
news Of his arrest from Elinor.
1t was Talbot who planned the coun-
try club coup. The Russian was in jai!
then, on a trumped-up charge. Ole
Hilary dead and Boroday in jail-there
was no n to advise caution.
"Boroday ILL" Elinor exclaimed.
They were accounting for his absence
from her Saturday-night dinner. "Why,
then he should be here, where he can
be cared for"
1--WE told him that" Lethbridge was
always readiest with his tongue. "But
he's not sick enough to need much.
and he's deucedly disagreeable when
he's laid up"
Elinor was a little hurt.
In the arbor, after dinner, they
planned the robbery. Where old Hill
airy would have taken a month to think
and plan, they took minutes. There
was a a at the club that night, the
last of the waning country-club season.
The entrance to the grounds was a
mile from the clubhouse-two iron
gates standing open between pillars,
and dense shrubbery all about. Talbot
would wreck his car there, driving into
n of the gates. That would require
each departing car to slow down, prob
ably to stop.
The arrangement was that Talbot
walk up to the club, and establish an
abb and his innocence by telephoning
! to a city garage for help. The rest
was left to Huff and Lethbridge. A
quarter Of a mile away across the golf
links, they would have a car in which
to make their getaway.
Lethbridge was only lukewarm.
"We'l get a lot Of jewelry," he OBJ
jected. "What we need is money!"
But Talbot was sure the loot would
include money.
It was rather ~cleverly planned.
From the vault Huff brought up a fine
chain studded with spikes. Stretched
across he road outside the entrance, 1t
meant that every car passing over it
would limp along on fiat tires. It
meant time to the. bandits.
Huff and Lethbridge, who had left
their car in a thicket over the hill,
went first. Talbot followed soon, in
his gray car.
"Good luck, boys" said .Elinor in
echo Of her father, from her garden,
and went back into the house to watch
the clock. At one, or-a little sooner
the summer dances were early ones
she was to be in her garden again. The
loot would be thrown over the wall.
She was there much earlier, hands
cold, lips shaking with nervousness.
Always old Hilary had done these
things. She was profoundly frightened.
Ward, walking rapidly home from
the club, saw her there, a little after
midnight. There was a young moon,
and at first he thought he must be mis-.
taken. Then, when he was sur Of her,
he ran up the shallow steps. The glad.
ness that was over him rang out in his
deep voice.
$50 now I have your secret" he said
gaily. Like all the other fairies, you
are only to be seer in the moonlight u
I'm the daylight" said Elinor, trying
to smile, II frequent the woodlands,
and miss my most agreeable visitor
my only visitor" She corrected her
self.
Her hand was ice in his.
"You n cold"
"Really, no."
There was a minutes pause. They
had no common ground between them
Ward, who dreamed of her eyes, and
took long walks up the hill in the mere
hope Of seeing her in her garden.
found himself dumb; now that he stood
before her. He had meant to be most
impersonal, to run in, say a CHEEKY
good night" to her, and be off. But
face to face, with the dark house loom.
ing over them, he plunged into the
thing nearest his heart.
"Are you still so-alone?"
"There are the servants"
81 think of you often. One of my
windows faces this way, and I can see
a light burning very late"
Il read at night. I do not sleep well
But you-you are up late, ALSO"
"AAI" he bent a little toward her in
bis e~agerness. "You know that? You
know my Window
"Yes. I watch it very often"
It was well for Walter Huff, crouchei
in the shrubbery at the country club
eyes glittering, automatic revolver ir
hand, that he did not hear the thrill
in Wards voice that night in Elinor's
garden, or her soft reply.
Many things cried for utterance in
Ward; his pitiful sense of the girls
loneliness, a yearning desire to com.
fort her, to be near her-even more
that magic night, a mad longing to hold
out his arms and coax her into them,