Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1921-08-23

Duke, d',v,m no,,es to this country and
kon'sts' .,orh on the estate OF Jona-
ges y Mcclure. He has ohafge
sAdn .a N. of men ,ohose duty u !.
Ga gonp Il that no stranger oP-
10 see !" house by night or 6y
proaches s J;nner given in honor OF
aay. a.. - Psooy MCGUIRE. ddugh-
tAe orf'gpa. III K, Beth Cameron,
ter oJ s;i .;f,I o;ri Icing IN the ne'oh-
ceau,'b bsIps her amt, the house
eornoo''; l., Hdishing pp,'' d'id oh,sg
keeper, .t,anocr, oho has mdnaoea
Meo ths oHards, sees the honse-
20 Ioo nd fyightens her bddiv; mo. Mc.
keeper tcyerishlp ercitcd, ana fe'e'
U ~. HIM to calm himseU.
va AND HERE 1T CONTINUES
,rs Yes. I will. Thanks, Mich
ola nls. {" said Mcclure, following MN
U.s. s'0r and Offering a fabby hand
70 .n.n,t m mind what I've said tonight
Dvu ~, wo understand each otner,
unar % vii, see that the house Is iockea @
@ Ss.n ,bs young people come up. Neep
,nur men to the marx "n0
chances.
"Good might. ,. os Mrs.
inc ia nredicted, proved uneVeht-
Bergen n az DAYLIGHT Peter went TO MS
fui, anu nd tnmbled into bed. TOO tlreu
cabin an nturther Of McGuire's VISITORS,
70 'a,pn snen Of the man with the pi"ch
UuTs Tsa next day he lay abed luxuriousiy 81
Inc neS .SHa after he had awakened; !;
omonnt of quiet thinking ,aVaileu
ht o-,fu no a tbe mystery. There were
einn n,en one bearded, interested IN
mo,h;na mo inc McG uire, another with q olach
aup,anhs interested in Peter. AND 30
yuS.", iaS. wondering again for. some puz-
e, 4na moments as to how Mrs. Bergeh'
.hs sas sbousekeeper, had come to DC IN !,
s,Oved ,nT in McGuire's fortunes. he gave
the problem up. ,u.,re,s.
rnroseeing difficulties over breakfast
:. tbe house, he had arranged to make
S;s own coffee on small OIL Sow
which happened to be available, ana h;io 80
Peter set the pot on to boil ana wnile
Ia dressed turned over in his nina the
nossbilities M of the future. 1t scented
puite certain that the antagohlslh'
whatever its nature, between MS EN-
n,oyer and the prowling stranger must
come to an issue OF some sorC ain'os'
at once. .
The intruder. if he were the sort of
man who could inspire terror, would
not remain content merely to prowi
frn,tlessly about with every danger OF
bsing shot for his pains, and McGuire
conId hardly remain long in his present
situation without a physical or mental
collapse.
Why hads't Mcclure taken flight
WHY, indeed, had he come to Black Rock
House when it seemed that he would
have been much safer among the
crowds of the city, where he could fall
hack upon the protection of the police
and their courts for immunity from this
hind of persecution?
Pieced together, the phrases his en-
p!oyer had let slip suggested the thought
that he had come to Black Rock to
escape publ city in anything that might
happen. And McGuire's insistence upon
the orders chat the guards should shoot
10 kill also suggested, rather unpleas-
untly, the thought that Mcclure knew
Who the visitor was and earnestly de-
hred his death.
But Mrs. Bergen could have no such
wish, fop, unlike Mcclure, she had
shown reticence in her fears, Us
though her silence had been intended to
protect rather than to accuse. Beth
Cameron, too, was in some way un-
consciously involved in the adventure.
But how? He drank his coffee and ate
bis roll, prey to very lively curios-
ity. Beth interested him. And If Aunt
Tile Bergen, her only near relative,
showed signs Of inQuietude on the girl $
account, the mysterious visitor surely
had It in his power to make her un-
happy. AS he washed up the dishes and
made his bed, Peter decided that he
would find Beth tonight when she came
hack from work and ask her some ques-
tons about her Aunt Tillie.
Beth Cameron saved him that trouble.
De was sitting at the piano, awaiting Il
telephone call to Black Rock House,
where he was to have conference with
bis employer on the forestry situation.
be was so deeply absorbed in his music
that he was unaware of the figure that
had stolen through the underbrush and
was now hidden just outside the door.
1t was Beth. She stood with the fingers
q one hand lightly touching the edge of
me doorjamb, the other hand at her
breast, while she listened. poised lightly
n though for fight. But a playful
breeze twitched at the hem of her skirt,
micking it out into the patch of sun
light by the doorsill, and Peter caught
The CLINT Of white from the tail of his
eye.
The music ceased suddenly and before
Beth could flee into the bushes Peter
naa caught her by the hand.
Now that she was discovered she
made no effort to escape him.
H. was listening" she gasped.
why, Beth" he exclaimed, voicing
NE name In his thoughts. "IIow long
aye You been here?"
IL don't know. Not long"
I'm so glad"
she @ was coloring very prettily.
Iou-you told me you--you'd play
ior me some time" she said demurely.
VI course. Won t you come in? It's
rather mess here, but"
he led her in, glancing at her ging-
nun dress, a little puzzled.
he said. N'''Ae'
Bat she shook her head.
~ quit-yesterday."
Ill. Me didn't ask the reason. He was
,sly "ay enjoying the sight of her. Few
h"n h"vnleh are comely in the morning
svurs, which have q merciless way OF
suaSserating minute imperfectons. Beth
Sauat any minute imperfections ex-
N.Y. her freckles, which were merely
somnes colorings upon woodland
J;Ner' w;,n' She seemed to fill the cabin
%,sn morning fragrance, like a bud Just
"V"usht In from the garden.
,o,d IN very glad you've come" he
doNt, sallantly, leading her over to the
sS;ne window where there was n
mnot covered seat. I've wanted very