Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1920-10-15

Mrs. Kirkland interposed. ST fear
that you would hardly be interested
In the matter"
"Why, mamma" said Ellen, show
could he be other than interested?'
perhaps, perhaps" qualified her ia
Their. He looked at the guest with a
shrewd glance. 'It is rather a private
matter, Mr.. Clinton"
''Then of course Pardon my curl
osity."
ave can trust you not to repeat
what tell you. Shortly before Will
Mr.. Lowrie-accepted my advice to
go to the sanitarium he was sent to
Pueblo to negotiate for an issue Of
bonds. The parties whom he repre-
scented were allotted one hundred
thousand dollars of the issue, and the
bonds in that amount were delivered
over to him. Soon afterward Charlie
Bemm who had run down to Pueblo
in his touring car, came upon Will sit
ting in the station grounds. He had
missed his train. Charlie took him in,
suitcase and all, and brought him to
Denver Late that evening he came
home with his suitcase but without
the bonds. He had not turned them
in at the bank, and he could not re-
member what he had done with them.
Except for a vague recollection Of
riding with Charlie and Of wandering
through City park, he could remember
nothing since early that morning. The
bonds have not yet been found"
HAS ne never recalled what he did
with them?'
mot to our knowledge Worry over
their loss induced such alarming psy
Geological conditions that the great
specialist In charge of the sanitariun
prescribed an absolute change. He
has been temporarily cut off from ev-
erything related to his life here. The
last report received by me was that
he had been sent abroad in the care
of one of the staff. Since then we
have heard nothing"
'"There is the saying, No news is
good news,'" remarked Clinton.
IF only we could believe that"
sighed Mrs. Kirkland. do you won
der that / was delighted when l saw
you there at the depot, looking so
strong and Well?"
"Mistaking me for this unfortunate
Mr.. Lowrie," alphabetically replied
Clinton.
The physician had drawn out his
watch. II must return to the SANTA
rum. If you can keep Mr.. Clinton
entertained l shall be back soon
seven-thirty or eight"
He was up and away with his usual
briskness.
A few minutes later they left the
table and went in to what Mrs. Kirk
land APPLY termed the living room.
With matter-o f-course bearing Ellen
at once seated herself at the piano
and began to search In her music cab
met. Mrs Kirkland excused herself
to Clinton and went out a side door
way Owing to the twisted corner Of
a rug the door did not close fast A
draft swung 1t ajar as Clinton drew
back farther from the girl and seated
himself on the chair at the far side of
the doorway.
He leaned back at ease and quietly
took in the tasteful unpretentiousness
of his surroundings. Ellen continued
her search through the thick piles of
music In the cabinet. She had made
three or four selections and was look
ing for others when the muffled, bro
ken murmur of woman's voice came
to Clinton through the narrow opening
of the door He was not In a position
to see through the crack, but there
could be no doubt that Mrs. Kirkland
was at a telephone some distance
away, probably at the end of narrow
passage.
Only disjointed fragments of her
talk were audible:
':Amy alone? How
shall tell you! this afternoon
dined No, no!
looks splendid, but : not VIII.
Not the slightest remembrance
must not despair Yes, I'm GER
tain, if anyone can cure him
De prepared DellefcS HlIiScl1
Clinton"
AS he realized that he was listening
to talk that had reference to himself,
the young man thrust out his hand to
close the door. The sound attracted
the attention Of Ellen. She looked
about at the guest, the corners of her
perfect mouth dropping.
She bent over the keyboard and be-
gan to play something soft and low
that ran into eerie minor notes. He
stood at the corner of the piano gaz
Ing down at her with look of frank
enjoyment. She was undoubtedly
beautiful and she played well.
When she looked up her eyes were
suffused with tears but there was ca
ger expectancy in her glance. In his
eyes was only the politely reserved ad-
miration of stranger. Her lips be-
gan to quiyer. A tear overflowed and
ran down her white cheek. She
bowed forward with her face in her
hands, sObbing in an uncomfortable
outburst OF grief.