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"Oh, no," she shook her head slowly. "My position Is a mere sinecure, thanks to Miss Lawton's wonderful consideration. I have been a little depressed a little worried, that is all." "Worried?" Morrow paused, then added in a lower tone, the words coming swiftly, "Can't you tell me, Emily? Isn't there some way in which I can help you? What is it that is troubling you?" "I I don't know." A deeper, painful flush spread for a moment over her face, then ebbed, leaving her paler even than before. "You are very kind, Mr. Morrow, but I do not think that I should speak of it to anyone. And indeed, my fears are so intangible, so vague, that when I try to formulate my thoughts into words, even to myself, they are unconvincing, almost meaningless. Yet I feel instinctively that something is wrong." "Won't you trust me?" Morrow's hand closed gently but firmly over the girl's slender one, in a clasp of compelling sympathy, and unconsciously she responded to it. "I know that I am comparatively a new friend. You and your father have been kind enough to extend your hospitality to me, to accept me as a friend. You know very little about me, yet I want you to believe that I am worthy of trust that I want to help you. I do, Emily, more than you realize, more than I can express to you now!" Morrow had forgotten the reason for his presence there, forgotten his profession, his avowed purpose, every- ' thing but the girl beside him. But her next words brought him swiftly back ; to a realization of the present so ' swiftly that for a moment he felt as f if stunned by an unexpected blow. "0, I do believe that you are a i friend! I do trust you!" Emily's voice thrilled with deep sincerity, and in an impetuous outburst of confl- ; dence she added: "It is about my father that I am troubled. Something

has happened which I do not understand; there is something he is keeping from me, which has changed him. ; lie seems like a different man, a ' stranger!" "You are sure of it?" Morrow ask- ' ed, slowly. "You are sure that it isn't i just a nervous fancy? Your father ; really has changed toward you latei ly?" "Not only toward me, but to all the world beside!" she responded. "Now i that I look back, I can see that his ' present state of mind has been coming on gradually for several months, ; but it was only a short time ago that something occurred which seemed to bring the matter, whatever it is, to a turning-point. I remember that It was Just a few days before you came I mean, before I happened to see you over at Mrs. Qulnlan's." She stopped abruptly, as if an arresting finger had been laid across her lips, and after waiting a moment for her to continue, Morrow asked quietly: "What was it that occurred?" "Father received a letter. It came one afternoon when I had returned from the club earlier than usual. I took it from the postman myself, and as father had not come home yet from the shop, I placed it beside his plate at the supper table. I noticed the postmark 'Brooklyn' but it didn't make any particplar impression upon me; it was only later, when I saw how it affected my father, that I remembered, and wondered. He had scarcely opened the envelope, when he rose, trembling so that he could hardly fctand, and coming into this room, he thut the door after him. I waited as long as I could, but he did not return, and the supper was getting cold, so I Caryl turned over, yawned, stretched and frowned. "Now, see here. ( Judy," she argued, "I'm tired and I don't mean to get up yet nor as early as I usually do. Since you make such a fuss over my not going to work today, I promise to get up so that I will be at old Delaine's at eleven. Tell Mrs. Halloran to call me about tenno earlier! I never hear the alarm, so you needn't set that for me. You can telephone your young man that I'll be with him at eleven." She turned her face away, pulled the covers over her shoulders and closed her eyes. Julia looked at her in perplexity. "Caryl, dear," she pleaded, "that is not a straight nor a business-like plan. You don't mean to do that, do you?" With an effort the girl opened her eyes again and regarded her sister. "Yes." she said. "I do mean it. You can telephone him that I do. By the way, it does not seem to me that in your own plans with him you have been so 'straight and business-like,' as you call it, that you can scold me when I do as I please. That makes a difference doesn't it? Now. do please go on and leave me alone. I'll talk all you like later. Now I want to go to sleep." Julia walked to her work with a serious face. Her gravity was not all because her little sister had been out late, or had taken enough liquor to make her excited last night and sleepy and cross this morning. These facts were in themselves sufficiently disturbing, but Julia fortified her fainting heart with the thought that a nice girl the 6lster of someone whom Caryl had met through a friend of Delaine's had been with the child. Probably this same girl and her brother did not appreciate how unaccustomed Caryl was to the gayety which they took for granted. Julia persuaded herself that the only objectionable thing about them was, perhaps, a rather Bohemian style of life. She would ask Delaine what he knew about these people, and he would, she hoped, as sure her that they were desirable companions for her sister. Until then she would try not to worry about the affair. But what distressed her and caused her especial uneasiness this beautiful nutumn morning was that Caryl had evidently formed the idea that she Julia was in the habit of making appointments to meet Kelley Delaine at her place of business and of having I clandestine meetings with him elsewhere. ,

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came to the door here. It was locked! For the first time in his life, my father had locked himself In, from me! He would not answer me at first, as I called to him, and I was nearly frightened to death before he spoke. When he did, his voice sounded so harsh and strained that I scarcely recognized it. He told me that he didn't want anything to eat; he had some private business to attend to, and I was not to wait up for him, but to go to bed when I wished. "I crept away, and went to my room at last, but I could not sleep. It was nearly morning when Father went to bed, and his step was heavy and dragging as fie passed by door. His room is next to mine, and I heard him tossing restlessly abou and once or twice I fancied that be groaned as if in pain. He was up In the morning at his usual time, but he looked ill and worn, as if he had aged years in that one night. Neither of us mentioned the letter, then or at any subsequent time, but he has never been the same man since." "And the letter you never saw it?" Morrow asked eagerly, his detective Instinct now thoroughly aroused. "You don't know what that envelope postmarked 'Brooklyn' contained?". "Oh, but I do!" Emily exclaimed. "Father had thrust it in the stove, but the first had gone out. without his noticing it. I found it the next morning, when I raked down the ashes." "You read it?" Morrow carefully steadied his voice. "No," she shook her head, with a faint smile. "That's the queer part of

it all. No one could have read it no one who did not hold the key to it, I mean. It was written in some secret code or cipher, with oddly shaped figures instead of letters; dots and cubes and triangles. I never saw anything like it before. I couldn't understand why anyone should 6end such a funny message to my father, instead of writing it out properly." What did you do with the letterdid you destroy it?" This time the detective made no effort to control the eagerness in his tones, but the girl was so absorbed In her problem that she was oblivious to all else. "I suppose I should have, but I didn't. I knew that it was what my father had intended, yet somehow I felt that it might prove useful in the future that I might even be helping Father by keeping it, against my own judgment. The envelope was partially scorched by the hot ashes, but the inside sheet remained untouched. I hid the letter behind the mirror on my dresser, and sometimes, when I hare been quite alone, I took it out and tried to solve it, but I couldn't. I never was good at puzzles when I was little, and I suppose I lack that deductive quality now. I was ashamed, too, it seemed so like prying into things which didn't concern me, which my father didn't wish me to know; still, I was only doing it .o try to help him." Morrow winced, and drew a long breath. Then resolutely he plunged into the task before him. "Emily, don't think that I want to pry, either, but if I am to help you I must see that letter. If you trust me and believe in my friendship, let me see it. Perhaps I may be able to discover the key in the first word or two, and then you can decipher it for yourself. You understand, I don't wish you to show it to me unless you really have confidence in me, unless you are sure that there is nothing in it which one who has your welfare and peace of mind at heart should not see." (More Wednesday.) When the elder girl reviewed mentally all of her encounters and conversations with the author, she felt no pang of conscience. These had been of such a nature, she reflected, that she could have told her mother all about them, had that mother been living. The hot tears arose suddenly to her eyes as she considered how much she needed the advice and counsel of the mother she had loved, and she saw the vista of the already busy street through a quivering mist. Then she set her lips in a firm line to still their quivering and walked on bravely. Still she was unhappy in the knowledge that Caryl, doubting Delaine's honor and her sister's discretion, was using the harmless friendship between the two as an excuse for any unprudent actions of her own. (More Wednesday) PARENTS GIVE WATCH TO YOUNG GROCER HAGERSTOWN, Ind., July 25. Russell Highly, proprietor of the Enterprise grocery, passed his twentyfirst birthday anniversary last week and on Sunday he was presented with a gold watch by his parents, Mr. and Mrs. H. B. Highley of Richmond. He presented himself with a player piano. GOOD SPENDER. "He Is going to cut out the gay life nd spend his summer on the farm." "What is he going to do that for?" "Because vacation la all he has to pend." English colonies total 13,002,321 square miles in area, with a population of 3S9,065,035.

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"Tn'y, than, are you blind? Cen't you see this woman ia sincere, that uhe's telling the truth, that she probably holds In her hand the key of all your futura hapntnen?" "The key to my happiness Is no longer in that woman's hands," announced Golden. Yet a tremulous note in his great voice sent a wave of pity surging through the younger man, whose arm went out to the stooping shoulder so close to him. And that unexpectedly intimate touch, apparently, was too much for the already unnerved man at the desk, for with a gesture oddly poignant he lifted his band and pressed it against his closed eyes, as though in an effort to shut away actualities which were too dark to be endured. Manley, as he did so, slipped a hand in under the lapel of the older man's coat, lifted a wallet lightly from its pocket, and stood upright again. Then, with a shrug that was almost one of pity as he looked down at the still silent millionaire, he turned away and slipped out of the room. The departing woman had already passed through the street door before he could overtake her. She stopped wonderingly at his call to her. "Mr. Golden, madam, seems to have changed his mind. Here are a few hundred dollars from him, which may be of material assistance to you in this matter you spoke of." Manley, who had taken the roll of bills from the wallet, was quite solemn-faced as he handed the money to the equally solemn-faced woman. Yet the shadow of a smile played about his lips as he watched the austere figure In black disappear from sight. Then lie turned back to the library. There he found Golden pacing back and. forth, padding 'grotesquely about from pocket to pocket. "Manley, my wallet's gone!" was the financier's cry. 'Was there any money in it?" inquired the secretary. "What d' you suppose I'd keep in It?" was the impatient demand. "Talcum powder? Of course there was money in it over four hundred dollars in greenbacks!" Manley shook his head in mock sorrow. "This, sir, looks like very grave carelessness!" "It looks like very grave thievery to me," snapped the older man. The Emissary in Oak. Midway betwen that portion of New York harbor, known as the Upper bay, and the open reaches of the sea that wash up the sands of Manhattan beach, lies a district that might be fit

tingly denominated as No Man's land. One of the least savory habitations adorning that fringe of a city's flotsam was the ruinous boathouse of a certain Oyster Joe. And Oyster Joe, the river pirate, looked the part. The unsteadiness of his still muscular limbs, the looseness ; of his swollen lips, the unkemptness j of his entire surroundings, all united i to proclaim him a lover of the cup that can cheer and at the same time inebri-! ate. This fact, indeed, was further , evidenced by the earnestness with ; which Oyster Joe, himself making his ; way into the sail loft, lifted a worn '. tarpaulin aside and studied a row of I cognac casks. j So intent was his study of this ; wealth of joy to be that he saw and ; heard nothing of a slender-bodied stranger who quietly approached his '. abode, entered it, and stared studious- j i ly about. What made this intruder ; even more mysterious was the fact i that across the upper part of his face i he wore a narrow band of yellow cloth, j The movements of this mysterious j stranger were marked by celerity. j When his investigations, in fact, were i suddenly interrupted by a sound which J grew louder along the narrow road I winding inland through the salty j marshes, he crept to the door, peered out and prepared himself for a prom- j ised intruder. For approaching Oyster Joe's boathouse he could plainly make out a two-horse wagon driven by a slattern-shouldered and white-bearded man of about sixty. The masked intruder crept back through the boathouse, entered the sail loft and stealthily approached the still musing figure of Oyster Joe. In a moment he had the old pirate bound and gagged. Then, hearing the wagon wheels almost at the door, the 6tranger dragged his inert captive to a nearby beam, lashed him to it and over him threw the tarpaulin from the cognac casks. Slipping back to the outer rooms the masked stranger drew his revolver and stood close in beside the shadow of the door, calmly waiting for the man who had already alighted from the wagon. From the mouth behind the white whiskers came a squeak, like the squeak of a rat behind a wainscoting, as the stranger's revolver was thrust unexpectedly into his startled old face. Before he could quite recover from that initial shock of surprise a strand of rope was around his wrists and he was being backed unceremoniously away into the sail loft There, gagged and triced to a beam,

he kept company with his rolling-eyed and equally mystified confrere, Oyster Joe. There he sat blinking about him as the masked stranger briskly rolled two of the cognac casks out to the waiting wagon, loaded them on the platform and as briskly drove away, taking with him both the timeworn hat and the bottle-green overcoat of the original driver of that wagon. But before debouching from the open marshlands into the busier outskirts of South Brooklyn the audacious abductor of cognac had converted himself into a somewhat startling facsimile of the earlier owner and driver (To be Conclnued.) PALLADIUM WANT ADS PAY

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