White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1935-09-05
of Importance.

HOW llCereSCeQ, IOr 6xdlIlple, lie 1ldu
been in Marcia; in learning she had
been married and now lived a widow
in the old Daniels homestead! And
what a host of inquiries he had made
about Jason-the sort of man he was
and how long ago he had died!
Sylvia. had not been able to answer
all his questions but of course she had
asserted that Marcia had adored her
husband because-well not so much
because she actually knew it, as be-
cause widows always did. Certainly
Marcia had declared She loved the
Homestead so deeply she never in
tended to leave it, and was not that
practically the same thing as saying
she loved Jason, too?
Anyway, the thing that really mat
tered was Mr.. Heath's interest in her
Sylvia; in her trip east and her de-
scription of Alton City, the little mid
western town which was her home,
How he had laughed at her rebellion
at being a school teacher, and how in
sidiously he had limited she might not
always be one!
Oh, he knew what to say-knew
much better than Billie Sparks, the
soda fountain clerk, or even Horatio
Fuller, the acknowledged beau of the
town. In fact he made both of them
seem quite commonplace-even Hortie
! Fancy it!
Probably that was because he had
travelled.
Apparently he had been almost
everywhere to Alton City. Odd
he should never have been there when
he had visited just about every other
corner, both of America and Europe
Not that he had deliberately said So
He was far too modest for that.
1t was while trying to find out where
| his home was that she had stumbled
| upon the information.
And come to think of it, she did not
know now where he lived, she suddenly
| remembered. She actually did not
know whether he had father or a
mother; a brother or sister.
So occupied was she with her
thoughts she had not thought once of
Prince Hal. In fact she had supposed
that he had gone up the beach with
Marcia.
Now she suddenly became aware
that he stood shifting about the hearth,
scratching at it's surface as if he
scented something beneath.
He must not do that, and she told
him so in no uncertain terms. Never
theless, in spite of the rebuke, he con-
tinued to poke away at the spot, whin-
ing family, until his persistence aroused
her curiosity and she went to see what
disturbed him.
what is it, Prince? What's the mat
ter?" whispered she.
Delighted to have gained her atten-
ton, the dog barked
"Oh, you mustn't bark, darling" she
cautioned, muzzling his nose with her
hand. You'll wake Mr. Heath Tell
Missy what the trouble is. Do you
smell mousie under there?"
For answer the dog wagged his tail.
II don't believe it" Sylvia demurred.
you're only bluffing. Well, to con-
vince you, I'll take up the brilk"
Fetching from the pantry steel
fork, she inserted the prings in the
crack and pried the offending brick
out of it's hole.
Instantly the dog snatched from the
space beneath handkerchief contain
ing small, hard object.
Bring it here, Hal! That's good
dog! Bring it to Missy"
The setter came fawning to her
side and unwillingly dropped his prize
at her feet.
AS it fell to the ground out rolled
such glory of jewels the girl could
scarcely believe her eyes.
There was string of diamonds,
dazzling as giant dewdrops; a pearl
and sapphire pendant; several beauti-