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
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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. After he had fin
ished there an officer brought him
back to Lincoln. This was In 1921,
and he was treated as an escaped
prisoner and had to serve the maxi
mum term provided by law for his
offense. Sanclaer is trying to have
the courts deduct from his imprison
ment here th# time he spent in the
Iowa prison.
VISITING LOD -E MEN
AID WALL ODD FELLOWS.
Philip, S. D.. Oct. 26.—(Special.)—A
party of ',0 local Odd Fellows drove to
Wall Tuesday night and assisted a
team from Rapid City In putting on
initiatory work. Ruel K. Dana, * rep
resentative of the grand lodge of
South Dakota, was present. A mid
night supper was served, a portion
of the degree work being done before
:hv cupper and the balance later
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