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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO AH AN D SOME. middle-aged woman of matronly figure, who apologetically refused to give her name and stated she desired to see Mr. Sheridan “on a matter of private business,” was ushered into the young lawyer’s office. Sheridan sprang from his chair, smiling in pleased recognition. ‘Mrs. Rogers! How do you do? This is an unexpected pleasure." He led her to a chair, seated himself again and looked at her inquiringly. “I have come in answer to your letter,” she said. He was puzzled. ‘‘My letter? I don't understand.” “The letter you wrote in answer to an advertisement in The Times.” Sheridan looked at her blankly, then his face lighted in a smile of understanding. “Oh. I see, you are acting in behalf of the mother.” “Yes, I am acting in behalf of the mother —but—I am the mother.” She spoke without emotion, as one who has faced a crisis and is resigned to the inevitable. She waited quietly while Sheridan struggled to regain his lost poise. He was completely bowled over by her startling disclosure. “Yes!” he finally gasped; “you are Mary Crane?” “Yes. yes!” Her face lost its immobility and she leaned forward eagerly. “Oh. now I know you can lead me to my baby; you must know about her er you wouldn’t know that name." “Mrs. Rogers. I think I will be able to lead you to her. but I am merely acting for a client, and ” “Mrs. Johnson? Is she still with Mrs. Johnson?” “No, Mrs. Johnson is dead, but Sheila,” —he caught himself quickly—“but her husband has taken good care of the child and she is well and happy. As I was saying. I am only an agent in these negotiations. and I must consult my client before I go any further. “You see, as her foster-father, he Is devoted to her and at this late day he couldn’t give her up entirely. It was only in her interests that he consented to answer your advertisement. “He must decide for himself what further steps are to be taken, but I am sure when he learns of your identity he wHI be glad to cooperate In any plan we may devise. He is a gentleman of irreproachable character. “He is anxious, as I know you must be, that nothing shall arise from the past to mar the happiness of any of those concerned. Will you tell me just what you propose, so that I may lay it before him?” “I haven’t any definite proposal.” Mrs. Rogers replied after a moment of thought. “I am hoping you will help me to find one. This has been in my mind for a long time. “All these years I have wanted so much to see that little one to whom I gave life. I lost trace of her almost from the moment she was born. During my husband's life I j could do nothing, although he knew j about that unfortunate episode of j my childhood—l was only a child. I Mr. Sheridan. “After his death I determined to | seek her out. but I didn't know how to go about it—all the bridges had j been so well burned. I was haunted j with the fear that she might be poor, in want, while I. in more comfortable circumstances, was so well ' able to help her. “I have another child. Edna, as you k ow. but there is plenty’ for the th.ee of us. I want to settle on her at least a third of my money— I am sure Edna would be willing if she knew.” "Doesn't Edna know. Mrs. Rog- j ers?" Sheridan asked. “No-o,” she repeated slowly. “But don’t you think she ought to know—now? She is such a sensible girl, a wonderful girl: she will understand ” “Yes, she must know, but you can’t understand how hard it will be. You can't know how hard it all has been. After I had put the advertisement in The Times I almost regretted it. And when your letter came, signed by a man who had been a caller at our home, who had been a caller at our home, who knew us and our friends, I felt that I had made an awful mistake. I was frantic —I lay awake all last night, thinking, thinking, thinking! “T what to do—whether to go to see

you or to give up the whole idea. You and Edna seemed to have become such good friends—l didn’t want to do anything that might react against her and—” “Mrs. Rogers—please,” Sheridan broke in, “I assurer you "nothing of this could in any way alter the high regard I have for you and your daughter. My acquaintance with you makes me only the more eager to do all I can to help you.” “That is very kind of you, Mr. Sheridan, I did not expect so much for myself, but I felt you would not condemn Edna for her mother’s mistakes.” “Yet in my way there were few who would have taken such a charitable attitude. This, has not been easy for me, but you have made it easier. I think that when I tell you all of the circumstances you will find I was more sinned against than sinning and that ” “It is not necessary to tell me, Mrs. Rogers,” Sheridan said. “You can spare yourself that. I know the whole story, at least the salient facts. Mr.—er—er—my client has given me his confidence. “Let’s not say or do any more about it until I have talked with him again. Then I will make an appointment with you, say at your home, where we can talk quietly and, the three of us can settle the whole affair.’ ’ He arose, took her hands and drew her to her feet. “You must not let this trouble you any more, my dear Mrs. Rogers,” he said. “It is going to work out beyond your expectations. The daughter you are seeking is a lovely beautiful girl, worthy of such a mother, and I know you will like the man who has been a father to her all these years. I cannot tell you more now—all /1 can say is, I am sure there is a more than pleasant surprise in store for you.” • * * Frank Sheridan's card obtained for him Instant admittance to the office of the president of the Wlber Electric Company. The young lawyer dropped his hat on Wilber's desk and accepted the chair the older man Indicated with a wave of his hand. “Mr. Wilber," Sheridan said without preamble, “I’ve found Mary “What!” Wilber's hand gripped the edge of his desk. “Who—where is she?” “Rather, she’s found me,” Sheridan amended. “She called at my office this morning following receipt of a letter I wrote in answer to her advertisement. She’s living here in Indianapolis. She is wealthy and she is ready and eager to make good the offer in her advertisement—to share her fortunte with Sheila. I want you to meet her.” Wilber shrank back in his chair with a gesture of refusal. “Is that necessary? Can't you conduct the negotiations and leave me out of it? “I haven't seen Mary Crane since the day I took her baby from her arms—l can see her face yet, the poignant, sorrow in her eyes. It has haunted me ever since. She was a pretty little thing, Sheridan—only a child, with wavy gold-brown hair and innocent, trusting eyes. “My wife, who saw a lot of her before the baby's birth, was very fond of her. But to meet her now would be painful and embarrassing to both of us. I didn't count on that.” “You are mistaken, Mr. Wilber, when you say you have not seen her since that day. She is well known to you. You ” Wilber started to speak, but Sheridan held up his hand. “Please, be patient with me,” he said. “I want to tell this in my own way. Man - Crane is known to you and you are known to her. “Ycu have met a number of times. Sheila knows her. too, and I am sure, likes her very much. But neither of you knows her as Mary Crane. She has been married and widowed. Remember, too. that your name has been charged—that it was Johnson back in those days before the court authorized you to take your aunt’s name of Wilber to fulfill the provisions of her will. “Twenty-two years make great changes in one's appearance, and it is not strange that there has been no recognition on either side. Now I know you can hardly wait until I tell who Mary Crane is, but I want

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you to bear with me a little while longer. “To reveal it to you now would upset a plan I have formed to bring this strange affair to a happy conclusion.” Sheridan leaned across the desk and clasped Wilber’s hand. “You have trusted me so far and I have not failed you,” he said. “Give me your consent to arrange a meeting between you and Mary Crane and permit me to withold her identity from you until that time. I promise you it means not only your own but Sheila’s happiness. You will not regret it.” a m a BACK in his own office, Sheridan got Edna Rogers on the phone. "I’ve got a strange request to make,” he told her, “but I want you to grant it as a particular favor to me. “Will you invite Mr. Wilber and Sheila to your house for dinner tomorrow night and include me in the invitation—nobody else, just the three of us and yourself and your mother?” “Why—why, this is so sudden!” Edna's laugh thrilled over the phone. “Os course I will if you want me to, but it sounds like a plot of some kind.” “Maybe it is, but you know I dote on mysteries. Here’s another: Don’t let your mother or Sheila or Mr. Wilber know the dinner suggestion came from me.” “But I'm afraid Sheila won’t accept. She’s not going out these days.” “Leave Sheila to me; I’ll see that she goes.” “All right, fellow-conspirator,” she laughed, “but I’m just dying to know what it’s all about.” "You’d be more than surprised.” he said cryptically. (To Be Continued) CHURCHILL CELEBRATES BIRTHDAY AS PRIVATE Britain’s Politician Is Out of Office First Time In Years. Btt United Pres * LONDON, Nov. 30.—For the first time In years, Winston Churchill, Britain’s record cabinet post holder, celebrated a birthday as a private individual, today. He is 55 years old. Chancellor of the Exchequer in the late Conservative government, he lost his official job when the labor party came to power in the May general election. But “Winnie” as he is called by most people —but not to his face—has plenty of other jobs. Chief among these Is a definite position as one of the leaders of his party. Ex-Premier Stanley Baldwin is, of course, the party’s chief, but shrewd observers in some quarters are inclined to believe that Churchill is the power behind the party’s “throne” and may have more than a small share in handling the party’s policy in the future.

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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