The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1923-12-14
CHAPTER ~
The Cub.

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had gone by, however, that he heart
from the seryiceable lawyer In Pasa
dena. 1t contained the brief news tha
his daughter had asked for the entire
thousand dollars and that he had giver
1t to her with mlsgivings, and said thai
she would probably have arrived In
Chicago before his letter.
A week went by without news of the
| girl and then ne became worried. Al
Jennie's suggestion he wired his wife
and found that she was equally lack
Ing In knowledge OF Beatrice's where
abouts Two days later a photograph
of his daughter arrived and he was
astounded at the marvellous resem-
blance 1t bore to himself. 1t did not
picture the old-fashioned girl he had
imagined, all frills and lace. but a
thoroughly sophisticated modern wom-
an-for 1t was a woman the picture
revealed.
Jennie's comment on II was straight
out. You'll find she is a duplicate
of yourself. Probably an explorer,
like you are. Willing to take chance
on almost anything. just for the ex-
element"
A few days later Joe gave his party
1t turned out to be a supper instead
of dinner At 1t Margaret noticed
the photograph Of Beatrice on her IA
theirs dresser-he had given up his
room to his feminine guests-and
learned for the first time that Joe
was married, that his wife was getting
divorce and that he expected his
daughter to come on and live with him.
mo kilograms today" For more
than a week 1t had been Joe's first
question of the butler as the man
opened the door for him upon his daily
return from the office, despite a stand
ing order that any wire that came to
the apartment during the day should
be telephoned on TO wherever he was.
Tonight Arson said, as always, mo
telegram, sir" but the infection of the
phrase was different and Joe demand
ed sharply, "Well, whatT
"Dhe young lady herself has arrived.
Miss Greer sir"
ARRIVED? In town? Where is she
now?"
'In the library, l believe, SIR"
Joe found that he was trembling.
The man had taken his hat. There
was no reason why he shouldn't go
straight into the library, but he hest
tated. "When did she Gomez" he
asked.
Just after noon, sir. Around two
think"
1.-TWO o'clock !" Joe echoed. "Why
the devil wasn't l told of itT'
Miss Greer wished me not to dis
turb you, sir. She said she wished a
little time to get settled" He paused,
but Joe was speeches.. so, after a
he went on. 81 assisted in |
her trunk She had 1t sent |
down to the storeroom about an hou
ago." He added, a little anxiously, |
'She took the blue room. l trust it's |
all right, SIR"
"Of course It's all right" Joe an
;wered CURLY. "She's my daughter,
you understand? Going to live with
ne, for the present anyhow. That's
Ill.," he concluded. you can CO." He
waited where he was until the man
lad gone through the service-door.
Then, after a steadying moment, alone.
lie made his way to the library.
She must have heard him talking to
Anson, but she gave no overt sign Of
icing aware of his approach. She sat
acing him, one of the evening papers
pen in both hands so that 1t hid her
Ike curtain. 1t occurred to Joe that
me didn't hold a paper quite so rig
dly as that when one was reading It.
rs that you, Beatrice?" he asked.
lie had halted without coming very
lose to her."
AT his voice she flung the paper
side and sprang to her feet. Hello,
)adI' she cried. She almost managed
he air of one greeting a familiar at
he end of days separation. Her
oice like Joe's, had a startling
esonance and wide infiectional
wing. She added. 81 suppose that is
ou." She had tried, as before, to say
casually, pertly even, but the wire
dye in her voice betrayed that she
as frightened.
He had expected that. What sur
rised him was that he was fright
ned too. Almost for the first time in
is life he felt that he had to lock his |
,eth TO prevent them from chattering. |
e turned his look abruptly away from
er, but still, as he gazed blankly out (
le window, he could see the picture {
her. She'd come, Incredibly, to live
it'll him. She'd unpacked her trunk '
nd sent 1t down to the storeroom. {
he'd dressed as woman dresses
hen she is securely at home, In the {
'rt of thing they called, he thought,
tea-gown. And white-silk stockings /
Id black-satin slippers, high-heeled
18th straps. He'd find her like that,
Tery day-unless he frightened her
Z.
yes" he said, "we're here together
last" Then, In order. not to stop S
liking, he went on, You gave me b