The Argosy, April 1916 — page 54: what you’re looking at

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44 stand their speech, nor make them under- stand hers. The glamour and romance of life had long since passed from her ken, and if these two wanted to make fools of themselves it was none of her affair. That kind paid well, and she needed the money. The next morning they gave Adolphus a list of things to purchase at the nearest vil- lage, and Yale wrote the names of two or three papers, New York and Utica, on a slip of paper. Adolphus managed -to find one of the lot, a Utica paper of the day before. Yale looked it over carefully, while Bev- erly sat with her chin in her hand waiting for him to speak. ‘““Hlere we are,” he said, turning the paper inside out. ‘Not even important enough for the first page.” “Remember, this is news to us. has been fed on the stuff for a week.” “True. Let’s see—’” He began to read. “NO NEWS OF YALE. Utica “Beverly Wayne Still Missing. “The. mystery of the disappearance of Miss Beverly Wayne, suspected of complicity in the famous Raymond robbery, which stirred Utica to the very center a week ago, has not been solved, and seems no nearer solution than it was the day her wrecked camera was found between Roscoe Conkling Park and the Third Street reservoir. “What adds to the inexplicable problem is the utter removal from the sphere of action and from the sight of all men, of Kenneth Yale, Miss Wayne’s bondsman. “Johnny Williams, who is still unconscious in St. Luke’s Hospital, can give no informa- tion until he recovers his senses, and the doctors express little hope that he will ever do that. . He— : “Poor Williams,” murmured Yale, inter- rupting himself. ‘‘ I must—”’ “Go on,” said Beverly imperatively. ‘See what it says about you. Williams will be cared for.” Beverly was not heartless in Williams’s case. Her care was, however, concentrated in Yale. “He was found, as our readers know, pinned under his overturned machine on the Trenton Falls road. Just what happened may never be known. The strange thing about the matter is, that according to the testimony of the manager of the hotel at Whitesboro, where Yale and Williams had their dinner on the day of the accident, Williams and Yale dreve away together. Williams was found nearly dead, and Yale cannot be found dead or alive. THE ARGOSY. “Something has been said about a myste- rious man and two women, who had a girl answering to the description of Miss Wayne. But as no such parties can be found, no ac- tion can be taken upon these rumors. “The consensus of opinion is that, contrary to their statements to Mr. Raymond’s family and to Detective Blake, Yale and Miss Wayne were old acquaintances and were co-opera- tives in the great wedding present robbery. Efforts are being made to ascertain something of Yale’s history in New York, where he is said to be a habitué of what is called the ‘White Light District.’ ” ‘Well, how do you like yourself?” asked Beverly. “Didn’t I tell you on the City Hall steps that the thing was a farce?” Yale laughed lightly. “Oh, I don’t know. These young news- paper fellows have got to write something, or starve. Wait—here’s something else: “Tt was ascertained yesterday that the farm which Kenneth Yale pledged to back his bond for Miss Beverly Wayne is called ‘Old Mill Farm,’ and was inherited by Kenneth from Latimer Yale, his grandfather. The Old Mill Farm is the most valuable between Utica and Trenton Falls, and is situated just north of the Holland Woods.” “They will come here! We shall be dis- covered after all,’’ cried Beverly in con- sternation. ~“But what can you expect?” asked Yale, with a frown. “We couldn’t hide forever, here or anywhere else. Your aunt will de- mand some sort of information as to your whereabouts, and I have business to look -after.”’ ‘“‘Now you are cross,” said Beverly. “It’s only sick men that are being nursed who are nice.” ‘Because you women can boss us around then,” retorted Yale with a laugh. “Now, look here, Mrs. Owens, we are going back to Utica.” ‘““Mr. Owens, we are not!” . How far this pretty little quarrel would have gone is hard to conjecture. An inter- ruption, in the shape of Adolphus, took place. He came into the dining-room, where they were sitting, and walked straight to Yale. “You gome,” he said, lifting the near- six-footer with ease. “You go oop. Laty go hite, too. Mans loog ad house from drees.”’ “Oh, my Lord!” exclaimed Beverly, start- ing up. “They have found us, oh, our enemies. That newspaper did the trick. I mustn’t leave it here.” OOOLK C@