The Greeneville daily sun. (Greeneville, Tenn.) 1918-1920, 1918-07-08
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copyright. 1918. 3 western Newspaper Uaion.J

Copyright 1918. b. Western Newspaper Unlonl
When Aunt Hyaclnth answered an
advertisement, renting for the summer
q furnished country home, Caro- had re-
belled at the prospect. But her re-
bellion had ended as usual In an I'M
selfish desire to make the best OF the
situation. The house was somewhat
out Of repair, the agent acknowledged.
The owner, who was now In California,
would return soon, to prepare it for
occupancy.
Aunt Hyacinth, whom obstacles but
made eager, determined to move In at
once. 1--WE will live out Of doors for
the most part" she said. ''YOu and
Nora will go out the day before and
see that the house is aired. I abhOr
a stuffy atmosphere"
So Il was decreed. The agent meet.
ing Caro- and the faithful Nora at the
station, was communicative. "Used to
be the finest place in town." he said
pointing to the rambling old house in
Its garden. "'Gridleys' have lived
there from away back. This last, JUDI
son Gridley, let's the old place, furni-
ture and all, while he travels about the
country. Keeps bungalow for his
own convenience near by, with two old
family servants as caretakers. Some
say it's Jud's way Of making home
for them. Jud's a bach, you know !,
never seems much to notice the wom-
en-. Wen, If you need anything done
about the house, call up No. 153-that's
Gridley's bungalow telephone number.
Old Jabesh and his wien go over and
help you"
Caro's eyes opened wide at the
grandeur Of the mahogany, while her
pretty brows drew together at the
business of the heavy draperies.
"Lots Of work for you, NoraI" she
said.
It was pleasant to lie In the great
four-poster bed, the sweet scents Of the
garden coming through her open win
dow, and moonlight filterIng over all.
What a queer little balcony that was
outside her window, the pillars Of the
lower veranda supporting 1t. She
wished that she had investigated its
windings before lying down to sleep.
When Aunt Hyacinth came, they would
sit out there on such moonlit even
ings-. And at this point Of her medi-
tation, an eerle creeping sound came
to the girls acutely conscious ears. It
was as though some intruder were try
ing to climb the pillars Of the balcony.
Her heart pounding wildly, she
managed to draw a kimono from the
bedpost and find with feeling feet her
slippers, just as a mans capped head
appeared Enthusiastically above the bal
cony railing.
She edged along the floor In the
darkness, as the man boldly stepped
over the rail. At sight Of her open
window he paused as though surprised.
then evidently decided to enter the
house that way, but the locked window
screen caused him to change his pur-
pose, and he turned, apparently sure
that the house was deserted, moving
to an unscreeRed window farther on.
Caro-, listening with taut nerves, dis
tinctly heard him enter thus the hail.
For moment she fancied the man
waiting in silence to make certain Of
his ground; then he had passed her
door.
Upon the outside Of that same bed
room door she had noticed key In
its locx. She would fly across the pas
sage, turn the key and make the man
prisoner The high window to that
room faced no balcony; escape would
be impossible. She was nolselessly
opening her own room door as she
formed her plan. Afterward she would
telephone for help. The light from
the open door flooded the hall, she
had just time to glimpse mans star.
ing face beneath a rough caps brim,
as the door slammed and locked him
in. The rest was easy. "Call No. 15S,"
the agent had said. It was the only
number Caro- knew. She was surprised
at the promptness of the response.
Burglary" questioned mans
voice. "Ohi I guess not; but I'll be
right over"
"It was Gridley's old caretaker," she
surmisedA'
In her new-found courage she had
quite forgotten the sleeping Nora, and
it was Caro- herself who opened the
door to admit the clustering servant.
"Don't We worry about me not bein'
able to manage any crook" he told
her, and waved threateningly muir
demonstrating bludgeon. SIN here,
eh?" he Numbered and unlocked her
captive's prison.
Trembling, Caro- drew back against
the panels of the hall. Then the care.
takers quick laugh was followed By q
manly voice of pleasing quality.
$50 you have come to rescue me,
Jabesh," said the voice. "Will You
tell me, please, what sort Of dream
I've been having? And where is the
golden butterfly who mysteriously
locked me inf"
Bewilderingly and In her yellow kis
mono Of golden embroidery, Caro- crept
out from her retreat. .Who," she
whispered, "are your
The intruder bowed. "Iudson Grid
ley" he replied, returned this evening
from California. Came to look over
my old home In preparation Of the ten-
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