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“But I thought;’’ Michael be
gan, then stopped. “She’ll be
home this evening, of course?”
be added aft r a moment.
“No, sir.” The g.rl shook her
head rather sadly. “Miss Rolf
said good-bye to us all, sir, ami
took all her luggage; she said
she was not. coming back to
Clayton any more, sir,”
“Not coming back any
more!” There was utter incre
dulity in Michael Rolf’s face
and voice. 11c stared at the giri
blankly for a moment; then he
laughed.
“Oh, but that's absurd!” he
said. “There must be some mis
take! Why—why, she hasn’t
anywhere in the world to go.”
The words escaped him be
fore he was aware of it, and she
hastened to retract tuem.
“Of course she has friends—
many friends, but—oh, There
must be some mistake,” he
said again, impatiently.
The girl shook her head. She
did not think there was any
mistake; she knew Patricia
very well in some ways, and she
could understand the impulse
that had prompted this flight.
“If you were to see her room,
sir, you’d know that she didn’t
mean to come back,” she said
impulsively. “It’s all upset—
she's taken everything that was
hers—all the tilings Mr. Rolf
gave her. ‘They’re mine, at
least,’ she said, when I asked
if I was to pack them.”
Michael turned his heel and
went into the dining room.
Where in the world could
she have gone? he was asking
in anger. It was like her to
further embarrass him. She
probably knew how lie would
feel about it.
Had she gone to friends? lie
doubted it. From what lie knew
of Patricia she was not the
girl to risk another snubbing
such as she had received from
Effie Shackle ; and yet—how
was it possible for her to live
alone? What money had she?
Very little, he was sure.
The maid followed him into
the room.
“Can I get you some lunch,
sir. she asked diffidently.
“No—no, thanks, I don’t
want any.” Michael swung
round from the window. “How
long is it since Miss Kolf left
the house?”
“She went to London by the
ten o’clock train, sir.”
He must have passed her on
the way. Why the dickens had
n't he come straight here in
stead of calling to see Philips?
He ought to have guessed that
she had some such mad-brained
scheme in her head. Of course
it was all doue to annoy him.
“Who drove her to the sta
tion?” he asked. “Did she
have the car? Which of the
men drove her?”
“Miss Rolf hired a cab from
the village,” the git'l told him
hesitatingly. “1 ordered the
car, but she refused to use it.”
There was a touch of anxiety
in her voice. “I hope Miss Kolf
is all right, sir,” she added tim
idly.
“All right! Of course she's
all right,” Michael answered.
“She'll come back in a day or
two. Of course, she’s all right.”
“Miss Rolf said she should
never come back,” the girl in
sisted.
Michael laughed.
“She will,” he said.
He went out again and drove
away. He was at his wits’ end.
what to do or where ta> look for
Patricia. He fully realized how
difficult it would be to trace
her once she had got to Lon
don.
He drove to the station and
asked a few questions of a por
ter there who knew Patricia.
Yes. it was quite true that Miss
R<df had gone up that morning
by the ten train, the man said;
true, too, that sh* had had a
r
t
lo* of luggage. The porter
looked at Michael interestedly.
“Nothing wrong, I hope,
sir?” he ventured.
“No— nothing.” Michael
drove to London. He went
straight to Mr. Philips and told
him the news.
“She’s done this to annoy
me,” he said, pacing up and
down with agitated strides.
“Women arc* flic* very devil.
Philips. And what in the world
am 1 to do, I should like to
know?”
Mr . Philips regarded him
quizzically.
“That depends what you
Want to do,” he said, quietly.
“What I want to do!” Mich
ael echoed. “Well, I want to
find her, of course. A nice
thing for a girl like that to be
roaming about the world alone!
What do you suppose people
will say? What do you suppose
they will think of me?”
There was a little silence.
Mr. Philips was tracing an in
tricate pattern on his blotter.'
“It should not be a very dif
ficult task to find Miss Rolf,”
lie said after a moment. “She
is the kind of a .girl whom
people would notice, and you
say she has a quantity of lug
gage?”
“Stacks of it, I should
think,” Michael said dryly,
with a sudden cynical memory
of the wonderful toilets which
Patricia had worn on the house
boat for the enchantment of
his friend.
And at the thought of Ches
ney a deeper frown came to
his brows. After all. it would
hav? been as well if she had
married him, and so settled her
future onee and for all. He had
done no good by interfering;
he had got no thanks either
from Patricia or from Ohesney.
“How do t start to find her,
for heaven’s sake?” lie de
manded, irascibly. “It’s like
looking for a needle in a blin
dly of hay to search for any
one in London.”
“If you will leave it to
me—” Mr. Philips began He
was rather entertained by his
client’s agitation. Privately he
considered that Patricia had
behaved rather cleverly if she
wished to attract Michael
Rolf’s impartial attention. He
was old-fashioned enough to
still believe that the way to
capture a man is to evade him.
“They might do worse—botli
of them,” he thought as he
looked at Michael’s wrathful
face. “And they’d make a
handsome couple.”
If you will leave it to
me—” he said again.
Michael cut in brusquely.
“But there’s no time to b*
lost if we’re going to find her.
It's hours now since she left
(’lavton. She may have got out
of the country for all we
know.”
“I hardly think it likely,”
said Mr. Philips, smoothly.
“You will probably find that
she is with friends. ...”
Michael laughed ruefully.
“She won't find she has
many friends now she’s lost her
money,” he said. It’s the same
all the world over. . . .”
But he agreed to leave it in
Mr. Philips’ hands, knowing all
the time that he should do no
thing of the sort, and as soon as
he got out of the office he be
gan evolving schemes in his
own mind for means of finding
Patricia.
As he drove slowly hack to
his rooms lie found himself
staring at every woman he
passed. Once he chased a taxi
cab for a couple of miles be
cause it was piled with lug
gage, and because he bad
caught a glimpse of a girl at
the window who faintly re
sembled Patricia. Finally, he
gave up in disgust and took
the ear to the garage.
He felt horribly helpless and
Iowa’s Dairy Income.
From Official Bulletin.
Iowa is exceeded only by Wiscon
sin and Minnesota in dairy produc
tion.
Although we pride ourselves on
the supremacy of the Iowa steer,
both In the quality and quan’ity
put on the market, he fell a few
million dollars short of returning
to the farmer in 1928 as much as
the little dairy ccw with her six and
or.e-'hird billion pounds o.' milk,
yC per cenf of which leaves the
farm in one form or another.
Therefore, as an agricultural In
dustry, dairyings $120,000,000 con
tribution to our farm income stands
#eco«4 sale of hog* being first
with a total value of close to $262 -
000000.
No one underestimates the value
to the trade of the $100,000,000 that
our manufacturing plants pay out
in wages each year, mos ly in our
larger cities. Neither snould we ov
erlook the value to all our cities,
large or small, of the almost daily
distribution of the cream and milk
check to the value of $120,000,000.
There is no insurance that a
farmer can take out to tide him
over the vicissitudes that are inher
ent to farming like a good herd
large or small—o!' dairy cows, as
was well demonstrated during the
years following the deflation of our
farm values in 1921. Their value to
beaten. He wished he could I
take Mr. Philips’ philosophical |
view and tell himself that Pa
tricia would be all right, but
: this be could no do. He could
; only think of her as lie had
found her crying in the garden
yesterday morning; only re
member her with that air of
unexpected helplessness.
After all, she was young, and
ft girl. If she had been his own
sister he could not have been
more worried. He hated the
thought of her being alone in
London.
He ate a hasty meal and
started out again on a fresh
search. Not that lie actually had
any hope of success, but it was
something to do, and it was
oftpn the unexpected that hap
pened. One frequently read in
books and newspapers of ex
traordinary meetings, and
strange coincidences.
Hut at eleven o’clock he was
back in his rooms, tired and
irritable.
VV lien lie found ratncia he
would tell her exactly what he
thought of her behavior. She
was utterly selfish and indif
ferent to the anxiety of other
people. He hoped something
would happen to pay her out
for all the worry she had
caused him.
He opened the door of his
sitting-room, then stood still
with a smothered exclamation
as Bernard Chesnev rose from
a chair and caine forward.
“You!” said michael blankly.
“Good heavens! Why, 1
thought you’d gone to the
States!” '
Chesney flushed uncomfort
ably.
“I changed my mind.” He
paused. “I’ve been waiting for
you since eight,” lie added
with a touch of irritation.
Michael laughed; he knew
by instinct why Chesney had
not left England, and why he
was here now.
“Well, 1 don’t know where
she is,” he said.
The two men looked hard at
one another. “1 don’t know
where she is,” Michael said
again. “If you’ve come to ask
me about Patricia—and I
suppose you have?”
“Yes.” Chesney fidgeted
with his oigaret case. “I’ve
come to the conclusion that T
behaved badly to her,” he said
after a moment, with disarm
ing frankness. “After all, well,
dash it, it was your fault, you
know—”
“You mean that if 1 hadn’t,
interfered you would have
married her?”
“Yes.”
“Humph! Well, then I’m
glad I did interfer. You’d
never have made her happy—
you’re not suited to her. . . .”
“A week ago your argument
was that she would never make
tj'.p happy, and she wasn’t
suited to me!” Chesney said
indignantly.
Michael made an impatient
gesture.
“Well, it’s all the same, isn’t
it?” he asked.
Chesney was not so sure; he
looked at his friend with a
faint suspicion.
“What do you mean? That
you don’t knew where she is?
he asked. “She’s down at Clay
ton, 1 suppose—isn’t she?
“She was—yesterday morn
in". I saw her there—but she
left to-day, and nobody seems!
to know where she’s gone.”
Chesney was flushed and
agitated; he had had a miser
able time since he h"d sent
that letter to Patricia, lie loved
here sincerely, and a thousand
times he had cursed himself
for having ever listened to
Michael. What did it matter
if she married him only for his
money so long as she did marry
him? In his infatuation he be
lieved that lie could be happy
with Patricia in any circum
stances.
“If you’re trying to bluff
me.” he broke out angrily.
Michael shrugged his shoul
ders.
“Mv dear chap, T’m noC
Patricia has gone away—some
where! And I’m trying to find
out where. It’s no use looking
so furious After all, I’m n»t
her keeper”
“Yuo thought you were
| the sta*e Is two-fold as they carrv
I both the farmer and the retail
merchant of our towns and smaller
; cities over our periods of business
depression as well as the slack
j months between seasons.
What dairying has done and Is
doing is not all that can be said for
it. even at this time with its unu
sual slump in butter and cream
prices. With all the advancement
I that has been made in our day in
'he handling of cur milk products,
from the milking stool, shallow
pan and barrel churn to the milk
ing machine, hand separator. Bab
I cock test, combination churn and
mechanical refrigeration, there are
yet great opportunities for lessening
though—a week ago,” Chesn)
answered with a sneer.
Michael laughed.
“I thought I could manage
her. Apparently I cannot;
however, when I find her—”
“When you find her! Sup
posing you never do? 1 call it
scandalous. She hasn’t a
friend in the world now she's
lost her money. If anything
has happened to her it will be
your fault.”
“What the deuce do you
meant” Michael looked at his
friend writh furious eyes.
“I've done my best for her
—Philips will tell you. I of
fered her money—I offered
her the Dower House, or any
other place she might prefer.”
“You might have known
she'd never take it. She al
ways was proud.’
“Proud! Well—perhaps . . .
where are you going?
Hut Chesney had gone, with
a slain of the door.
Michael stood still for a
moment; then lie turned and
followed. He caught his friend
up at the outer door and
called to him: “Don’t be a
fool, Chesney; we shall find
her all right. I’ve none my
best, I give you my word. Wait
a minute and I’ll walk along
with you.”
He ran back for his hat, and
a moment later the two men
were walking down the road.
Chesney was inclined to be
sulky still. He really blamed
Michael for Patricia’s disap
pearance. If only he had gone
to see her when she asked him ;
if only he nad answered that
letter in the way in which his
heart longed to answer it, how
different things might have
been!
At the corner of the road he
stopped.
“Look here,” he said, dog
gedly, “I give you fair warning
that when 1 find Patricia again
—and I shall find her—I shall
marry her if she’ll have me, in
spite of anything you can say.
Goodnight!”
He turned, struck out across
the road, and was lost in the
darkness.
Michael turned and began to
retrace his steps.
“Quixotic young fool!” he
said, exasperatedly, under his
breath.
He walked on quickly; it was
nearly midnight, and it was be
ginning to rain a little.
He had reached the block of
buildings in which his rooms
were situated, when a girl camp
running towards him. He could
hear her quick breathing as she
came up to him, saw that she
faltered a little and looked
back hurriedly over her shoul
der as if afraid of some one or
something that was following
her.
Then suddenly lie gave a stif
led exclamation: “Good heav
ens ! Patricia!’’
CHAPTER VI
Patricia stifled a scream start
ing away from Michael in fear,
then all at once she recognized
him; she gave a little sobbing
laugh and swayed towards
him, catching his arm in a con
vulsive grip.
“Oh, is it you! Oh, I am sc
glad—I was so frightened. Oh,
you won’t leave me, will you!
Oh, I am so glad it’s you!”
Her voice was sinking and
hysterical; she seemed hardlv
to know what she was saying,
she kept loking away which she
down the road along which she
had come; in the light of a
street lamp over their heads Mi
chael could see how white she
was.
He drew her hand through
his arm, pressing it reassuring
iy
“Of course, I won’t lea\e you
—I’ve been hunting for you all
day. Where have you been!
What on earth possessed yon
to run awaj' like that—Patricia
what is the matter?’’
For she had broken down
and was crying like a child.
Michael was horribly dis
tressed. He looked up and down
the deserted road for inspira
tion. If only one could get a
taxi! The rain was falling more
heavily now, and Patricia had
only a thin coat.
(TO B* CONTINUED)
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