The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1931-02-20
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by MARGARET TURNBULL
Illustrations by IRWIN MYERS
W. n. o. Service.

all innocence, Roberta was sure Sir
Georges intention that she should be
told was not so innocent he was
somehow, without any justification as
far as she could see. except his fear
of what Jack might say against him,
determined to throw some sort Of slur
or suspicion on Jack, II he possibly
could. Probably wanted to influence
Dad against him, and so prevent his
believing anything Jack said.
Then quite suddenly she thought OF
her fathers danger. 1t was new SEN
sation for Roberta to be afraid for
anyone, yet she could not dismiss her
fears lightly this time. There had
been danger to Sir George, the other
day. though she laughed at the idea
She could not bear to think OF her
father being in any danger when she
"Oh, Aunt Aggy, can't we persuade
Dad not to goT
Aunt Aggy's sharp blue eyes soft
ened. This girl did have some feeling.
after all. She did care about her
father. swell, don't know, my dear.
L
thing for me just now, but" and she
eyed the girl eagerly and shrewdly,
there's no telling what he might not
do for you, or if not he, there's Sir
Geordie"
"Sir George will do nothing for me-"
"Well, I'd not be quite as positive
of that as you are. You forget, my
dear, that you always approach him
with a lifted poker, as you might say.
Now, II you were to drop the poker
and, remembering that he's a poor
young man and that you're rich
young woman to whom he cannot
exactly be as up and coming as some
others-why there's no telling"
"Aunt Aggy." said Roberta. amused
In spite of herself and a little exas-
perated, ARE you trying to tell me
that don't know how to interpret Sir
Georges manner to me? If you are
you may save yourself the pains. He's
not only looked things, but he's said
things"
Did he 500" her aunt questioned.
her eyes screwing up with mirth.
"WeIl, that's hopeful There's never
lad would go to the trouble of in
sulting good looking lass. unless he
wanted to attract her attention" She
rose briskly. 81 must be off to my
ordering. Thank you. my DEAR"
1t was not until her aunt's footsteps
were far distant down the stairs that
Roberta moved. Then she put her
modern head down on her desk and
cried In a good old-fashioned way.
Lady Sandison passed her stepsOn
coming in with the evening papers.
II say, Aggy, when you've time
there's no end Of a treat in store for
you. You should read the different
accounts of our little excitement In
these odd American papers. especially
the country ones. / mean to clip some
of them and send them to Havilant
and Uncle Charles"
But in the library he forgot to read
or clip, for on turning over the pages
of one of the papers his eye caught
a name he knew. He stared. unable
to believe his eyes. There IT was.
however, under marriage licenses:
Roberta Jean Macbeth, MacBeth's
Island. Pa, and John V. Navarro.
Philadelphia, Pa"
Was it just one of Nicaragua Jacks
tricks, or did Roberta know and con-
sent? He had been unable to trace
any connection between Nicaragua
Jack and the bandits captured or at
large, and that fact had Kept him
silent. But now-what was he TO do?
Hastily he tore the list from the paper
and thrust il in his pocket.
CTO BE CONTINUED)