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lie nail had no intention ot going though he had been asked, but the evening hung so intol erably long upon his hands and anything seemed better than his own company, so at the last mo ment he decided that he would go. The Shackles gave him a royal reception. Kffie was looking her best, and did her utmost to amuse him. She asked after Patricia with every ap pearance of affection and hoped that tl ey would soon meet again. Michael thought it extremely unlikely, but did net say so. The whole evening bored him. He kept thinking of Patricia and the little cosy room at Kensington and wondering why he had been such a senseless fool as to agree to slay away merely because Chesney had a iked him to do so. He left the Shackles early and went back to his rooms and there he found a telegram awaiting him that had been there some hours. It had been sent off from Ken sington and whs signed by Patri cia’s mother. “Cau you come at oncef Urgent.” Something had happened to Patricia. The thought tore at his heart as he raced off in a taxicab. Something was terribly the patter, lie cursed himself for not having gone to see her be fore. Now it was too late—he might never see her again. Mrs. Smith herself admitted him. She looked white and worried. “You will never forgive me, I don’t know how to explain. But my daughter—my younger daughter told Patricia quite by accident that you wore paying me to have her. It was the mer est slip. I had impressed upon her to be so careful. You will 1 never forgive me.” She burst into tears. “And Patricia?” Michael asked hoarsely. She thrust a paper into his hand; a paper bearing a scrib bled message in Patricia’s writ ing. ‘‘I have given up my lodg ings,” was written on it. That was all; but Patricia liad gone. Michael learned the whole etory in broken incoherence. Patricia, it .appeared, had not been so happy as she had said. “She seemed to be worrying about something all the time,” Mrs. Sipith said tearfully. ‘‘She was so quiet—and she was al ways so anxious for the postman and so disappointed when there were no letters. I’m sure she spent hours at the window watching for him to eome up the road. I asked her if there was anything worrying her and she always said no., but I am sure there was, Mr. Rolf. . Michael stood clutching Patri cia’s little note in his hand and wondering wliat on earth he could o. Useless to Iqpk for her at Mrs. Flannagan's again, he knew. She would keep far enough away from any spot mat had known her before. lie broke out angrily: ‘‘Why weren’t you more care ^ I told you what would hap pen if she ever got to know. She never liked me. It was the most disastrous thing. . .” Then he saw the distress in her face and hurried to apologise. 1 am sure you did your best. I Nv, er mind! It’s bad luck! But it can’t*be helped. But how did she really get to kno,w?” “Bhe went to my desk for •orne envelopes and your check ; was lying there. I was out. so •he went to her sister for an ex planation. She demanded * to know how we knew you and why* you were sending us money—” Michael laughed ruefully. “And then, of course, she was furious,’' “She didn’t say a great deal. She took it very quietly, even when I came in and she spoke to me about it, she did not say much, and I thought perhaps she was not so angry, after all. I should have written to you, Mr. Rolf, and then—this evening wc found this in her room.” “When do you suppose she went f” “It must have been this after noon—before tea time.” This afternoon! And now it was It o’clock. Too late to do anything to night. Mrs. Smith followed him to the door. “I know you will never for give us,” she said sadly. “It was i 1-1 i not my fault, and, anyway, I think it is cruel of Patricia to have left me like this.” Her voice broke into tears. Michael said what he could to comfort her, but he was worried and occupied with his own thoughts. He went halfway down the road, and then came back again to ask if Chesney had culled to see Patricia. Mrs. Smith said yea; he had been each day, and that once he had taken Patricia out to dinner. Michael scowled. Had Patri cia gone to Chesney? The thought gave him an uncon trollable pang of jealousy. He rang up Chesney’s rooms, but he was out, and he had to get through the night as best he could. At nine o’clock he was around at Mr. Philips. The lawyer lis tened to him with the ghost of a smile in his <!yes. “I thought we had got her safely this time,” he said. He knew all about Michael’s elab orate plans and the arrange ment made with Mrs. Smith ‘‘I doubt whether you’ve ever got a woman safeiy unless you marry her,” Michael said blunt ly. “And even then, it’s no go sometimes.” Their eyes met and he flush ed a little. “And what do you want n.e to do?” Mr. Philips asked kindly. “Good heavens, man!—find her,” said Michael irritably. “I don’t hope to have any luck this time as I did last. But, when I do find her, I’ll take good care she doesn’t play me this trick a third time,” he added darkly. “I sincerely hope not,” said Mr. Philips. In his own mind he thought Michael would have been far better advised if he had mar ried Patricia in the beginning, an so put an end to all this non sense. Michael went back again to Chesney, and Chesney declared that he knew nothing about Patricia. “You look as if you’re speak ing the truth, I admit,” Michael said nastily. “And if you are, perhaps you’ll lend a help to find her; though how on earth we’re to start about it—” “How did you start before?” Chesney demanded. “It was luck before,” Mich ael admitted “We can’t expect it to b£ luck again.” But they called at Mrs. Flan nagan’s, and, as Michael expect ed, she knew nothing of Patri cia. “If you hear anything, this is my address,” Michael said. “And you shall be well paid if you can help us find her.” Mrs. Flannagan declared she’d do anything she could for he love of the pretty lamb, that she would, and expressed her intention of then and there starting out in her best bonnet, to see what could be done about it. But for days there was no sign of Patricia. Michael began to look thin and worried. He could not sleep at night, and he wandered about London all day. He wore Chesney out and still showed no sign of giving in him •self. bhe may be out of the coun- ] try,” Chesney said. “How do! you know she isn’t?” “Because I kuow she isn’t, and that’s all about it,” Mich ael answered obstinately. He went down to Clayton Wold and made inquiries theVe Nobody had seen Patricia, and he realized with a sort of a cha grin that very few people were in the least interested in her. She was no longer either rich or amongst them, and so had ceased to matter. In desperation he went to the Shackles and asked Effie to help him. You must know a list of her friends, or, at least, of some people where she might have gone,” she insisted. Effie looked at his haggard face and a little pang shot through her heart. The loss of Patricia’s money did not matter to this man evi dently, she realized, as she shook her head and answered that she knew very little of Patricia or how she used to spend her time in the old days. “I thought you were her friend.” Michael was stung to retort, and Effie answered that dear Patricia had hardly been the sort of girl of whom one could ever really make a friend. “She was always so proud— she always kept so much to her self,” she said. “And she really was rather selfish, you know, Mr. Rolf.” Michael flushed angrily, and Effie’s eyes narrowed as she looked at him. “You seem very interested,” she submitted sweetly, “and yet I never knew that you and Pa tricia were great friends.” Michael shot her a furious glance. “ When I find Patricia, I hope to have the honour of asking you to our wedding,” he said. CHAPTER X A week slipped away “She must be ill,” Michael told Patricia’s mother. He had gone over to Kensngton to ask if there was any news, and as usual had been dissapointed. “If she was not ill she would write or come back, I am sure,” he insisted restlessly. Patricia’s mother did not think so. She knew Patrica bet ter than Michael did, and in her own mind she believed he was more to do with her disappear ance than anyone else. . One day she spoke to him about it. “I have tried to say this to you for so long, Mr. Rolf,” she said nervously, “but I have thought—I mean—oh, can’t you throw any. explanation on Patri cia having gone away?” Michael stared at her. “I know it was because she found out aliout my paying for her,” he said grimly. “I know of no other reason. . • What do you mean?” he asked, conscious of a curious expression in her eyes. Mrs. Smith flushed agitatedly. “I only thought—only wond ered,” she stammared. “Patri cia seemed to be so sure that you would come here to see her. She told me so many times that she was sure you would come, and she seemed so disappointed when each day went by and you did not. . . Oh, I hope you are not angry or aff ended with me! ’' It was impossible to mistake her meaning and Michael an swered her appeal unhesitating ly:— “I asked Patricia to marry me—the day before she came hero to you—and she refused.” Mrs. Smith looked frankly appointed and astonished. “Then, of course, I must be mistaken,” she said quietly. “I beg your pardon for having spoken of it, Mr. Rolf.” Michael went back to his rooms. He hated them, and yet he was afraid to stay away for too long in case some news of Patricia should come. Had she really wanted him to go and see her he wondered. It did not Jeem at all likely. She had only to ask him to go if she wished him to do so. She had been gone ten days now—a lifetime it seemed! He leaned his rlbow on the mantel shelf and stared down into the fire with unhappy eyes. Would he ever see her again? Sometimes he believed that he never would. One heard of such complete disappearances—peo ple going for an ordinary walk in the London streets and never being seen or heard of again. And he wanted Patricia. As he stood there in the silent room he knew how much he wanted her. With all her faults and fol lies, she was the only womau for him in the world. lute at Clayton Wold would mean nothing to him if she were not there to share it. He won dered why he had only just dis covered that he loved her or if he had always known it and been shy of admitting it He looked back to their first meeting at the Chesney’s river party. He had pretended that he disliked and despised her then, and all the time he must have cared for her. If he had been indifferent her arrogance and pride could not have affected him at all. It must have been because he rec ognized the depths of which she was capable that he had been jealous for her to show him of her best. Always loved her—of course he had! There had been no time in their aquaintance when a line could have been drawn that marked the border between friendship and love. The thing had never commenced because it had always been there. He took his hat and wandered outdoors again. He hated the house; he felt as if he could not breathe unless he were in the fresh air. It was a cool, star-v uiehj; that seemed to speak only of Patricia as he walked along, head a little downbent. What was she doing? “Where was she? It tortured him that he did not—and perhaps might never—know. In an aching im agination he had pictured her so often-—alone and unhappy—with the tears running down her cheeks as he tried not to see them that first night when he left her at Mrs. Flannagan’s. She had been kind to him that j night. He liked to think of the j way she had tried to thank him for what he had done for her and of the little spontaneous way in which his Christian name had escaped her. He called on Chesney, but Chesney was taciturn and would not come out. He blamed Mich ael for everything tha' had hap pened to Patricia. “If we never seff her again you’ve only got yourself to thank,” ho said savf^ely. “No body but a clumsy fool would have attempted to ?*&y a woman like Mrs. Smith to have Patricia in the house.” Michael turned round on him angrily: ‘ ‘ I suppose you’d be surprised to hear that Mrs. Smith is Patri cia’s mother, wouldn’t you?” he said sharply. “Yes, I thought so. Well put that in your pipe and smoke it, my friend.” He went out again, banging the door behind him. Out into the streets again, to tramp on once more, He had given up staring at every wom an whom he passed now. He had given up his belief that Patricia was in London, but because he did not know where else to lo°k for her he stayed there dogged ly, hoping and praying that chance would be kind to him again, as it had been before, He walked on, hands deep thrust into his pockets, head downbent. What was the use of going back to his rooms? He hated their silence and loneliness. One might as wrell stay'outdoors and pass the long hours away. He turned to cross the road. He would go and look Philips up- Philips was a decent little chap. Philips— “Look out, there,” yelled a voice, and Michael woke from his dejected reverie to the fact that a motor-lorry was bearing down upon him. He leapt to one side and safe ly out of it's way, but as he tried to gain the pathway he slipped on the kerb and fell heavily, twisting his foot badly. A police man who had seen what had happened came to his assistance and helped him to rise. (Continued Next Week.j * - i 41 , BY ARTHUR BRISBANE. Dip into the past, when everybody believed in witchcraft and demons and nobody had a bath tub. Read about Arthur Coveil, the Oregon as trologer. A bedridden cripple, he taught his 16 year old nephew all about the stars, explaining that it would be safe to murder women for their money when the stars were Just right. The nephew killed his step-mother accordingly, but the stars, somehow. * slipped up. Uncle and nephew are in trouble. Stars, fortune tellers, soothsayers, mediums, weather pro phets, don’t seem to work as accu rately as they used to. Lloyd George says Germany needs a dictator. If she doesn’t get one she will have terrible revolution instead. It is something new to see 60,000, 000 people disarmed, bankrupt, half starved, without aggressive leader ship. A nation like an individual, re auires time to recover from a fear ful beating. “The man” will appear eventually, coming perhaps from Russia, accord ing to the old' prediction. Men make machines, of steel, of money, of science. But in emergencies “the man” is still necessary. Germany prints notes (or 1,000,000, 000 and 6,000,000,000 marks each, moat appropriately decorating them with thistles and thorns. The note for 1,000,800,000, which would have been worth $260,000,000 before the war. will be used “for small change.” Lack of a powerful dictator in Ger many will mean, according to Lloyd George, two revolutl(*ns, one red and a counter revolution, white. Very bad for France that would be, says Lloyd George, "for that would mean no reparations.’’ If the dictator amounted tt> any thing his success would also mean “no reparations." Only a fighting dictator would be worth his salt. Mr. Francis O. French, who has William H. Vanderbilt for a cousin and other rich folks, having lost his money in Wall street, starts driving a “Checker” taxicab. His home is one furnished room, "although his family has houses in New York, Tuxedo, Newport and Paris.” The society reporters weep over this, of course, but rich parents that spoil children please notice that this young man's first day of real education will be his first day on that Checker cab. He will learn that if you don’t steer straight, you will be bumped. And as he counts up his day’s profits, ha’ll realize that a dollar means something. Ford, who passes rapidly from one cage to another, like the boy at the Eoo, now announces a plan to let his employes share in the profits of his rallroud. _ LLOYD GEORGE PLEA FAVORED BY PRESIDENT Final Indication of Foreign Policy Grven in Letter by Coolidge BY WINDER R. HARRIS Universal Service Correspondent Washington, Oct. 28.—President Collidge’s assurance, in his letter read at the overseas writers’ dinner to Lloyd George Saturday night, that the former British prime minister’s to America has not been in vain is regarded here as the first definite In dication of the president’s foreign policy. It is accepted as an unmistakable Indication that the Hughes and Hoover wing of the administration again has succeeded in Impressing upon the White House their views as to the part the Uniced States should play in the internaional situat'or.. This fact, as soon as It is recog nized, is certain to precipitate a storm in the ranks of the "irreconcil ables” led by Senator Hiram W. Johnson of California, who have stood uncompromisingly against any sort of foreign entanglement since the League of Nations fight. Same Plight as Harding Secretary of State Hughes and Secretary of Commerce Hoover were the moving forces behind the world court, proposal, which caused the late President considerable embar rassment and threatened a party split. Now Mr. Coolidge, by virtue of his letter written for the Lloyd George occasion, projects himself into the same plight that held his predecessor. The president's communication said the former British premier’s visit to this country was fortunate for both England and the United States "and for the cause of international ac cord,’’ and that “hjs effort in bring ing his message to us has not been entirely a vain one.” Movement Under Way Llyod George’s “message” was a plea for co-operation between the United States and Great Britain to restore the economic stability of Eu rope in particular and maintain the peace of the world. He urged the Hughes’ plan for a commission of ex perts as the best means of settling the reparations question and start ing Europe back towards stability. The movement to put the Hughes' plan into operation has gotten under way since the "Fighting Welshman” landed in this country. His summons to a conference with Secretary Hughes and Secretary Hoover at the Hughes’ home in advance of a din ner engagement Friday night and the extended conference at that time, ad mittedly on the question of repara tions, brought a close working en tente between Hughes and Lloyd George. President Coolidge’s letter to the overseas writers now reveals not only that this entente has his full sanction, but that he personally is taking part in he plan. Lloyd George goes back to London this week witl his own position Immeasurably strengthened as a result of this de velopment. Former* Head Omaha Bank Asks Bqard for Parole Lincoln, web.. Get. 28.—(Special) —Among the applicants for parol* from the state penitentiary, whose hearing before the board of pardon* and paroles will come up at the Nov ember 13 meeting of the board, is Frank Hallett of Boyd county, con victed of assault with Intent to do great bodily harm. The most important case before the board is the application of W. V, Matthews of Omaha, former presi dent of the Pioneer State bank, con victed of embezzlement, who is serv. ing a term of from one to 10 year* He wants a parole. CONVICTS PLEA QUITE UNUSUAL Wants Credit In Nebraska For Time Done In Iowa Prison Lincoln, Neb., Oct. 20.—Barnes San claer, late of the Iowa penitentiary and now an Inmate of the state prison here, was dented his liberty In the district court on a writ of habeas corpus. He will appeal to the supreme court. He was sent up from Douglas county in 1916, but paroled from Nebraska prison in 1918. He went to Iowa and there was sent to Anamosa for breaking open a box car. 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