South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1918-11-10

reply. He was so fine. There was
just he and and he made it so
nice for me when mother died. And
I'm so worried since that advertise
ment appeared. / haven't heard
line from him for three weeks. and
I've written three letters TO his
camp Maybe he's sick. That ad-
vertisement-"
Was written by me-" was Graves
quiet answer
by you" she exclaimed. spring
ing 10 her feet Tell me, is he
dead? Why"
sit down, Miss Maxwell-Ruth."
he said. assuringIy. land I'll tell
you what know As she sat down
again, with her pretty. eager face
close TO his. John Graves found it
rather hard to proceed. Then he
told her of the events on the dock
that night. Il thought it all very
peculiar. I admit 1 was d little sus-
picious. I thought he might be try
ing TO send you a cipher MESSAGE.
that maybe he was German agent"
She recoiled from him quickly and
look of horror spread over her
face.
"A German agent?" she echoed.
indignantly. Bob Maxwell a GER
man-why Mr.. Graves, how dare
you? A brave. fine American like
Bob-a Maxwell, why"
Il didn't know" he interrupted
her. quickly. 1T all seemed So
irregular. Here. just to show you
I belive in HMM you. here's the
envelope"
she seized It from his hands fever
ishly, and took from it a roll Of bills.
then quickly read the note with
them.
The dear boy" she enthused.
her eyes shining like misty stars.
His whole savings How could
you"
I don't know" ne FASTENED on,
for on the rapidly Gardening street,
he saw the approaching figure of
the man across the way. Il had to
open the letter. thinking Ia find
your address, but il wasn't there.
so I advertised for you, after ]
reached Buffalo. Then / came here.
after you left that reply at the news
paper office. to study you. to see if
there was anything in your brothers
actions that didn't seem on the level
with his country. Then 1 knew that
the army rules wouldn't let him
send II, for fear his regiments
moves should become known"
Wen, l guess I've got you now. 4"
broke in a raucous voice, and as
the girl jumped TO her feet in terror,
a mans arm fell on Graves sleeve,
pulling him to his feet.
Hold on" said Graves. coolly
You've got me, 1 admit. but what
are you going to do with me p
Lock you up as a spy" came the
retort, in a triumphant tone Il
saw you turn over tn message. too"
Just a moment" said Graves,
You're on the wrong tack. old man
! am John Graves, son Of Matthew
Graves, the copper king"
Matthew Gravesl" whistled the
detective. then he scowled. and his
None OF that! Where's yer proof -
I'm my pocket" came the reply
Ruth. will you get out my papers.
Thanks. Now show him that white
paper. See there, my discharge
from the 4O4th infantry, on account
Of injuries. The yellow one Ruth. !
Ny passport, sir. The red one. Z
That's tiny membership certifi- /
cate in the Sons of the Revolution. |
Is that enough ?"
"A thousand pardons, Mr. /
Graves" the man opologized, quick /.
ly; then he sheepishly withdrew /
from the porch, and left the man 1
and the girl alone.
Mr.. Graves" murmured the girl |
happily. How can ever thank 1
you? But tell me, why did you work /
as a boatsman-yOu-a rich man." /
For the same reason that helped 4
you, and your brother" he assured /
her. solemnly. Il wanted to do my
bit, and because one hand was gone 4
they wouldn't let me fight. But I've /
helped another soldier to feel con /
tent while he's lighting his country's |
battles. Now I guess I'll be mosey- |
ing along. d-bye,-Ruth"
Must you" her voice broke off |
in a sob, and then, as he looked /
into her eyes, ne caught a tell-tale /
CLEAN, as she swayed towards him. +
In another moment. his one good /
arm was about her, doing its bit in /
a most efficient way.