The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-11-12
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Copyright, 1897, NEA Sscies, Inc

suspect he went to sleep. Ihats
ALL"
1--WE must go down." Mrs.
Wentworth insisted.
eyes, Of course" Miss Dexter
agreed. "You poor thing, you're
shaking"
She scnsed the sudden depend
cnce upon her. 1t gave her a new
feeling of command.
She chirrupcd checrfully in her
thin, bird-like voice: ITS nothing
at all, very likely"
They had reached the lower
floor, and she saw Mrs. Went
worth reach automatically to turn
the hall switch, flooding the big
room with warm light.
The next moment they were
standing in the open study doo,'
A scream rose to Miss Dexter
Inns, and died there, as she ielt
Mrs. Wentworth swaiyng against
her. then arms clinging as her
employer slipped without a word
to the floor.
"My Godw Miss Dexter's fran
tic thoughts ran. "The poor mans
died with his heart. And now,
maybe, Mrs. Wentworth is dying
from shock" =,
She bent over Mrs. Wentworth
There, her eyes were fluttering
omen. She was moving. AT least
she wasn't dead. -,
I'm all right" Mrs. Wentworth
said. She got to her feet ana
steadied herself by the table;
Get the servants, and then call
n doctor for Mr.. Wentworth"
"She doesn't know it's too late
for DOCTOR" Miss Dexter
thought. She looked back from
the door. Mrs. Wentworth was
moving some papers nthe desk.
Arranging them neatly.
"Shc doesn't know what she
doing" Miss Dexter's thoughts
ran on. Making the room nice
for the doctor, when it isn't a Dit
Of use. Mr.. Wentworth was par
ticular like that, too. He always.
kept his papers stacked under the
marble paperweight, in mcc'
neat pile"
II seemed long time, but she
knew it was only few minutes
before the study was filled with
quiet, sober-eycd servants.
And then, Howell, the. second
butler, was saying in a low but
firm tone: L.,
Nobody should go near HIM
until the police come. 1t might
not have been his heart. He's had
a blow on the head
Mrs. Wentworth's voice rang
out wildly: "You mustn't say
things like that. The fall di1
that. There's no need for police.
81 beg your pardon, ma am.
That may be true or it may not
be. But | wouldn't be satisfied
beg your pardon again. ma am
until the police see him. Al least,
I'd like for Mr.. Jack to see nm
before he's moved"
Mrs. Wentworth nodded her
head. She sank into a char ana
covered her face with her nands'
"Ill wake Mr.. Jack and Mr.;
Barry" Miss Dexter said. And
Miss Jill, too, ! guess. Oh, poor
Miss Jill. She loved him so.
A few moments later. she was,
pounding on Jacks door Ana
then on Barry's. .,I
Jack had bounded out of bed
instantly, answering the sum
mons: Anything wrong, MISS
Dexter"
"Your fathers ill.," Miss Dexter
spoke mechanically. ;,
"I'll be with you in moment
came Jacks sober voice.
1t had been more difficult to
awaken Barry. Drunk as usual.
Miss Dexter muttcrcd to herself.
But finally, Barry's flushed face
appeared at the door.
whats the idea of waking me
at the crack of dawn he had
queried, gruffly.
"Your father has had a stroke
or something" Miss Dexter told
him bluntly. ut looks pretty
bad"
She had the feeling that Jack
had felt the blow-softened as 1t
had been for him - much more
than Barry. Thought she had to
admit that Barry had looked sort
of sick and bothered. But that
might be liquor. If he didn't
watch himself, drink was certain
ly going to get him.
At Jill'S door, Miss Dexter
knocked gently. Several times.
But there was no answer.
az must think of some way to
break it gently" she thought:
"She's so sweet. If | could. I'd
spare her this trouble. Her mother
doesn't seem to think much of
her, and her father loved the
ground her little feet walked on"
She turned the knob quietly.
The room was revealed in
dainty disorder. Jill's lovely dress
was thrown carelesslv across a
chair Her satin slippers were
near. A froth Of silken things
were On the bed, which was
empty.
(To be continued) .
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