Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-05-25
IRISH

Ruth Warren, her book" The two
other volumes contained this. name
also. The signatures had been writ
ten quite recently, probably that
very morning. No doubt this was
her real name. The purser had
these books for sale. 1t would be
a simple matter to make an inquiry.
Yes. Miss Jones had bought three
guide books that morning.
Anything turned up about that
wallet of miner"
mo, Mr.. Grogan. That has turned
out to be something Of a mystery.
No one has reported having found it,"
We'll. haven't lost any sleep over
it," said William. t.s
ruth Warren" When she had
written that in those books she had
forgotten; either that or she no
longer cared. And II she didn't care,
the past could not be very dark.
He caught himself up sharply. AL
ways ready to go soaring, always
ready to make excuses. She had
written her true name in an I'M
guarded moment.
AS a detective william might have
made passable success. If his log
zeal deductions weren't up to the
approved mark, he sometimes made
shrewd guesses. If she had told the
truth about her father being a pro-
fessor and man of science, it would
not be difficult to prove it. So he pro-
ceeded to hunt up one of his ancients,
whom he found in the smokeroom,
deep in one of George Ebers' Egyp-
tian tales.
Good morning. Mr.. Greenwood"
said William, sitting down beside the
old man.
"Ah, good morning, Mr.. Grogan."
The archeologist pushed aside his
Tauchnitz reluctantly.
Say, i was wondering IL you could
answer a question of mine. You know
all about these scientific guys. Did
you ever hear of a professor named
WARREN"
warren" ruminatively. "Why.
yes. Professor Warren wrote a cap
ital book on GRANTEES"
rs he alive?"
mo; l believe he has been dead
some years. If I'm not mistaken
YOUR find his book in the ships
library. 1t contains good deal of
nautical information"
Thanks. III see If can get it,"
at is rather dry" the old man
warned
THAT won't matter. I'm curious to
learn what keeps my feet on deck
when l ought to be standing on my
head"
"You are very amusing young
man, MIR. Grogan."
~ know 1t. l ought to be in the
two-a-day vaudeville"
He found the book. 1t was dry. dry
as anything William had ever picked
up in the form Of books. 1t was a
combination Of chemistry, geology
and arithmetic A casual glance was
enough. He sat down in his chair
and patiently waited for the girl to
appear. 1t was u mean kind of trap:
and under ordinary circumstances he
would not have stopped to 1t. But
how in the world could he protect her
IL he did not know what menaced her?
She arrived at the moment the stew
ard was serving the broth. She smiled
brightly. dropped the Baedekers to the
deck, pumped into her chair and
drank her broth greedily. She did
not look like person who had spent
most Of the night on deck.
The daughter OF a scholar, herself
we'll educated, we'll bred, beautiful;
what chance had william Grogan OF
Burns, Dolan & Co, estimable plumb
ers though they We're? No chance
whatever. So ne bravely laid away
his love in lavender. But there was
no barrier to friendship. He might
salvage that prize out Of the wreck
of his dreams.
What are you reading this morn
ing?" she inquired.
Something five thousand miles over
my head" He held out the book.
Instantly her expression changed.
where did you get this?" she cried,
selling the book.
In the library" William found his
embarrassment Of stable dimensions.
Spiritually he writhed.
She Rugged the book to her heart
suddenly. and her eyes sparkled with
tears. my poor, unhappy father!
Mr.. Grogan. this is no accident. How
did you And it?"
I'm a mean dog. l suppose. Well,
saw you that day at Cooks. ] didn't
think much Of it at the time. But