Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1919-04-18
1.-THE DBARN"|
5 - a SPIRITED ROMANCE -
$BY GRAGEI l. H. LUZ Aushher Is IN. B.,. M,i.--

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fore 1t suddenly occurred to her that
even II these cards should be picked
up and mailed 1t would be some time
before they reached thei: destination
and far too late for help to reach her
in time. Her heart suddenly went
down in a swoonipg sickness and her
breath almost went from her. Her
head was Keeling, and all the time she
was trying to tell herself that she was
exaggerating this thing, t~hat,probably
the man. would slow up or something
and 1t would all, be explained. Yes,
he was slowing up, but for what? 1T
was in another lonely spot and out
from the bushes there appeared. as If
by magic, another man. a queer-lo9k-
looked as II 1t didn't belong to him.
He stood alertly waiting for the car
and sprang into the front seat without
waiting for 1t to stop, or even glanc1ng
back at her, and h car shot forward
again with great leaps. I
Shirley dropped out the two cards
together that she had just written and
leaned forward, touching the new
conner on the arm.
Wont you please make this driver
understand that he is taking me to the
ant smile. II must get back to an Of
flee two or three blocks away from the
Treasury building somewhere. I must
turn Jack at once or I shall miss my
appointment and be lat for my train.
1t Is quite important. Tell him, please.
I will pay him we'll If he will get me
back at once"
The stranger turned with an oily
smile. ar
"That'sSall right. Miss. He isn't
making any mistake We're taking
you right to Secretary Bakers country
home. He sen for your nah. Mr.
What's his name? 1 forget. Barnard?
Oh, yes. He sent for Mr.. Barnard to
come out there, sent his private car
down for him; and Mr.. Barnard, he
left orders we should go after you and
bring you along. It's something they
want to change in those notes you,
was taking. There was a mistake,
and the secretary he wanted to look
after the matter himself"
Shirley sat back with a sudden feel
ing of weakness and a fear h might
faint. although she had never done
such a thing in her life. She was not
deceived for an instant now, although
she saw at once hat she must not let
the man know it. The idea that Sec,
rotary Baker would passe in the midst
into the details Of a small article !" Of
manufacture was ridiculous! 1t was
equally improbable that Mr.. Barnard
wou have sent strangers after her
and let her be carried off in this queer
way He had been most particular
that she should We looked after care
fully. She was horribly to blame that
back at all until Mr.. Barnard himself
appeared; and yet, was she? That
surely had been the page from the
Office who came with the message?
Well, never mind. she was in for it
now. and she must do her best while
there was any chance to do anything.
She must drop all Those postals some-
how, M she must hide those notes
somewhere. and perhaps write some
others,-fake ones. What should she
do first? -
s'Father, help me: Show me! oh,
don't let me lose the notes! Please
take care of mel" Again and again
her heart prayed as her hand worked
stealthily in her bag, while she tried
to put a pleasant smile upon her face
and pretend she was still. deceived,
leaning forward and speaking to the
strange man once more: ;
rs Secretary Bakers home much
farther from here?" she asked, feel
ing her lips draw. stifly in the frozen
smile she forced. .''wili 1t take long?"
Bout ten minutes" the man an
swered graciously: with peculiar
look toward the driver. Mice view
round here!" he added affably with
a leering look of admiration toward
her.
shirley's heart stood still with new
fear, but she managed to make her
white lips smile again and nhurmur,
"~Charming!"
Then she leaned back again and
fused around in her bag. ~ostenta-
fin11CIU hr1n O{n0 n1,t q r1no~ N~nl1.>.
chief. though she really had been de-
taching the pages which contained the
notes from her loose-leaf notebook.
There were not many of them, for she
always wrote closely in small charac-
ters. But where should she hide
them? Pull the lining away from the
edge of her bag and slip them inside?
place they would likely search, and
she could no poke the lining back
smoothly so 1t would not show. If
she should try to drop the -tiny pages
down her neck inside her blouse, the
men would very likely see her. Dared
she try to slip the leaves down under
the linen robe that lay over her lap
was wearing plain little black pumps,
and the pages would easily go in the
soles, three or four in each. Once in
they would be well hidden, and they
would not rattle and give notice OF
their presence; but oh, what a terrible
risk II anything should happen to
knock off her shoe, or If they should
try to search her! Still she must take
some risk and this was the safest risk
at hand. She must try it and then
write out some fake notes, giving false
numbers and sizes, and other phrase
ology. Or. stay! Wasn't there al
ready something written in that;book
that would answer? Some specihca-
tons she had written down for the
Tiflman-Brooks company. Yes. she
was sure. It wasn't at all for the
same articles, MOI the same measure
ments, but only an expert would know
that. She leaned down quite naturally
to pick up her handkerchief and
deity managed to get five small leaves
slipped into her right shoe. It occur
red to her that she must keep her
keepers/deceived, so she asked once
nor in gracious tones: q
Would It trouble you any to- mail
after we arrive? / am afraid my
mother will be worried about my de-
lay and h isn't we'll. l suppose they
have a postomce out this way"
Sure. Miss" said the man again.
with another leering smile that made
her resolve to have no further CONVEX
satton than was absolutely. necessary.
She took out her fountain pen and
| hurriedly wrote:
Detained longer than 1 expected.
May not get back tonight. ST. H..
and handed the cardfto the man.. He