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By Sara Ware Bassett
Copyright by The Penn Pub. Co.
WNU Service
SYNOPSIS
The future of the still youthful and
comely “Widder" Marcia Howe, recently
released by death from her idling, self
ish husband. Is a conversational tit-bit
among housewives of the little hamlet
of Wilton. Eligible bachelors and wid
owers also are interested. Marcia, de
spite her unfortunate matrimonial ex
perience, finds pleasure In her life, but
is lonely at times, and has invited her
late husband’s niece, Sylvia Hayden,
whom she has never seen, to visit her.
The girl arrives and Marcia takes to
her at once, while Sylvia, expecting to
see a somewhat elderly aunt, finds Mar
cia more' like a sister. A.stranger, on
the verge of exhaustion, finds his way
to Marcia's home. He explains that his
power-boat ran aground in the fog.
Secretly, he asks Marcia to hide a pack
age containing jewelry. She does so.
Elisha Winslow, town sheriff, brings
news of a jewel robbery on a neigh
boring estate. The stranger gives his
name as Stanley Heath.
CHAPTER IV—Continued
—s—
— from demanding explanations,
she resolved she would give him no
chance to make them.
Therefore, when his meal was ready
and every last inviting touch had been
given the tray, she said casusilly to
Sylvia:
“Suppose you take it up, dear?”
“I?”
“Yes. Why not? Do you mind?”
“Not at all. I just thought perhaps
you’d rather.” *
Marcia shook her head.
“I want to stir the Newburg and see
It doesn’t catch,” she explained, avoid
ing the girl’s eyes. “We are too hun
gry to risk having our dinner spoiled.
You might just wait and cut the chops
for Mr. Heath and fix his potato. Find
out, too, if there is anything more he
wants. You needn’t hurry back. I’ll
keep things hot”
.The task suggested did not, appar
ently, displease Sylvia.
“Here goes Red Ridinghood,” she
murmured, taking up the tray. “All is,
if I don’t come back, you’ll know the
wolf has eaten me.”
In spite of herself, Marcia smiled.
She opened the dor and stood watch
ing while the girl ascended the stairs,
for the hall was unlighted and the
tray heavy.
“I’m safe,” called a merry voice
from the topmost stair.
Marcia came back into the kitchen.
She finished preparing the lobster,
straightened the silver on the table,
and let in Prince Hal.
Ten minutes passed!
Fifteen 1
Half an hour went by.
She fidgeted and stooped to pat the
setter. Then she went to the win
dow. Slowly the fog was lifting. By
afternoon the weather would be fine —
just the right sort to get the boat off.
She would go up the beach and watch
the men while they worked. The
house was close. She longed for air
and the big reaches of the out-of-doors.
A jingle pf glass and silver! It was
Sylvia returning with the tray. Her
eyes were shining.
“He ate every bit!" she cried. “You
should have seen him, Marcia. It
would have done your heart good. The
poor lamb was almost starved. He
asked fpr you the first thing. I don’t
think tie altogether liked your not
carrying up the tray, although of
course, he was too polite to say so.”
“You explained I was busy?”
“Yes. But at first he didn’t seem
satisfied with the excuse. However,
he soon forgot about it and became
gay as a lark. Didn’t you hear us
laughing? The potato would fall off
the fork. I’m not as good a nurse as
you. My hands weren’t so steady. I’m
going back again for his wet clothes.
We can dry them here by the fire, can’t
we?” •
“Yes, indeed.”
“It’s a pity there isn’t a tailor at
hand. His suit ought to be pressed.”
“I can do it,” Marcia declared with
eagerness. Tm quite used.to pressing
men’s clothes. I always pressed Ja
son’s.”
This time the name dropped unno
ticed from her lips. Indeed she was
not conscious she had uttered it. She
was not thinking of Jason.
*******
Sylvia was glad Heath was asleep—
very glad indeed. She did not be
grudge him a moment of his slumber.
But what a delightful person he was
when awake! His eyes were wonder
ful —so dark and penetrating. They
bored right through you. And then
he listened with such intentness, watch
ing, every curve of your lips as if
fearing to lose a word. Such attention
was distinctly flattering. Even though
your chatter was trivial, he dignified
it and transformed it into something
of importance.
How interested, for example, he had
been in Marcia; in learning she had
been married and now lived a widow
in the old Daniels Homestead! And
what a host of inquiries he had made
about Jason —the sort of man he was
and how long ago he had died!
Sylvia had not been able to answer
all his questions, but of course she had
asserted that Marcia had adored her
husband because —well, not so much
because she actually knew it, as be
cause widows always did. Certainly
Marcia had declared she loved the
Homestead so deeply she never in
tended to leave it, and was not that
practically the same thing as saying
she loved Jason, too?
Anyway, the thing that really mat
tered was Mr. Heath’s Interest In her—
Sylvia; in her trip east and her de
scription of Alton City, the little mid-
western town which was her home.
How he had laughed at her rebellion
at being a school teacher, and how In
sidiously he had hinted she might not
always be one!
Oh, he knew what to say—knew
much better than Billie Sparks, the
soda fountain clerk, or even Horatio
Fuller, the acknowledged beau of the
town. In fact he made both of them
seem quite commonplace—even Hortle.
Fancy it!
Probably that was because he had
traveled.
Apparently he had been almost
everywhere—except to Alton City. Odd
he should never have been there when
he had visited just about every other
corner, both of America and Europe.
Not that he had deliberately said so.
He was far too modest for that.
It was while trying to find out where
his home was that she had stumbled
upon the information.
And come to think of it, she did not
know now where he- lived, she suddenly
remembered. She actually did not
know whether he had a father or a
mother; a brother or a sister.
So occupied was she with her
thoughts she had not thought once of
Prince Hal. In fact she had supposed
that he had gone up the beach with
Marcia.
Now she suddenly became aware
that he stood sniffing about the hearth,
scratching at its surface as if he
scented something beneath.
He must not do that, and she told
him so in no uncertain terms. Never
theless, in spite of the rebuke, he con
tinued to poke away at the spot,
whining faintly, until his persistence
aroused her curiosity and she went to
see what disturbed him.
“What is it, Prince? What’s the mat
ter?” whispered she.
Delighted to have gained her atten
tion, the dog barkeep
“Oh, you mustn’t bark, darling,” she
cautioned, muzzling his nose with her
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hand. “You’ll wake Mr. Heath. Tell
Missy what the trouble is. Do you
smell a mouste under there?”
For answer the dog wagged his tall.
“I don’t believe it,” Sylvia demurred.
“You’re only bluffing. Well, to con
vince you, I’ll take up the brick.”
Fetching from the pantry a steel
fork, she Inserted the prongs in the
crack and pried the offending brick
out of its hole.
Instantly the dog snatched from the
space beneath a handkerchief con
taining a small, hard object.
Sylvia chased after him.
“Bring it here, Hal! That’s a good
dog! Bring it to Missy.”
The setter came fawning to her
side and unwillingly dropped his prize
at her feet.
As it fell to the ground, out rolled
such a glory of jewels the girl could
scarcely believe her eyes.
There was a string of diamonds,
dazzling as giant dewdrops; a pearl
and sapphire pendant; several beauti
ful rings; and an oval brooch, Its
emerald center surrounded by tier
after tier of brilliants.
Sylvia panted, breathless. She had
never seen such gems, much less held
them in her hands. How she longed
to slip the rings upon her fingers and
try the effect of the diamonds about
her slender throat!
Prudence, however, overmastered the
impulse. Marcia might return and sur
prise her at any moment. Before that
the treasure must be returned to the
place from which it had been taken.
Gathering the rainbow heap together,
she reluctantly thrust it into its blue
leather case,- snapped the catch, and
placed it once more under the brick.
Then with relief she stood up and
wiped the perspiration from her fore
head.
It was not until she was again In her
chair, book In hand, and struggling to
quiet her quick breathing that she dis
covered she still held in her hand the
handkerchief that had been wrapped
about the jewel case.
It was a man’s handkerchief of finest
linen and one corner bore the em
broidered Initials S. C. H.
She had known it all the time!
There was no need to be told the
jewels were his. What puzzzled her
was when he had found time to hide
them. He had not, so far as she knew,
been left alone a moment and yet here
was his booty safe beneath the floor.
. She rated it as booty, because there
could be no doubt he had stolen it. He
had stolen it from that Long Island
estate, escaped fn his speed boat and
here he was—here, under this very
roof!
A robber —that was what he was!
A robber—a bandit, such as one saw
in the movies!
That explained why he was so well
dressed, so handsome, had such fas
cinating manners. He was a gentle
man burglar.
All up-to-date villains in these days
were gentlemen. Not that she had
ever encountered a villain in the flesh.
Still, she had read romances about
them and was there not one in every
moving-picture? They were not diffi
cult to recognize. .
It was exhilarating—wonderful! A
thief in the room overhead! Think of
it! The very thief for whom all the
police In the countryside were search
ing! He was no small, cheap type of
criminal. He did things on a big scale
—so big that radio announcements had
been broadcast about him and no doubt
at this Instant detectives and crime
inspectors were chasing up and down
the highways; dashing through cities;
and keeping telephone wires hot In
wild searcl! for the gentleman asleep
upstairs!
Why, that very morning had not Eli
sha Winslow, the Wilton sheriff, who
had frankly admitted he yearned for
excitement, helped undress the wretch
and put him comfortably tp bed? The
humor of the situation almost over
came her.
It seemed as if she must have some
one to share the joke. But no one
should. No! Nobody should be the
wiser because of her. The poor, hunt
ed fellow should have his chance.
It was a little venturesome and
risky, she admitted, to obstruct justice
and should she be found out she would,
without doubt, be clapped into jail.
Still she resolved to take a chance.
After all, who could prove she had
known Stanley Heath to be what he
was? Nobody. She would not even
let him suspect it.
The important thing was to await an
opportunity and soon —before he was
able to be about —return the hand
kerchief she held in her hand to its
place beneath the brick. Then all
would be well. This should not be dif
ficult. Jt would be quite easy to get
Marcia to take up Mr. Heath’s supper.
In the meantime, the situation was
intensely amusing. Its danger ap
pealed to her. She had always en
joyed hair-breadth escapades. Any
thing but dullness. That had been the.
trouble with Alton City—it had been
dull —deadly dull.
But Wilton was not dull. In spite
of the fact that only this morning
Elisha Winslow had complained the
town was in need of a stirring up, it
seethed with electricity. If she chose,
she could hurl a bomb-shell into its
midst this very minute. But she did
not choose.
Instead she Intended to play her own
quiet game and keep what she knew
to herself. She wondered why. Per
haps she was falling in love with this
adventures. Yes, that must be it. She
was in love with him —In love with a
bandit!
Sylvia’s imagination had traveled so
swiftly and so far that it came to
earth with a crash when Marcia opened
the door.
It was not alone the buffeting of
the salt breeze nor the exhilaration of
walking against it that had trans
formed her into something radiantly
lovely. From within glowed a strange
fire that made her another creature
altogether.
“Why—why—Marcia!” breathed Syl
via, bewildered.
“I’ve had such a glorious walk,
dear!” cried Marcia. “The fog has
lifted and the sky Is a sheet of
amethyst and gold.”
“Did the men get the boat off?”
“Yes. She is floating tranquilly as
a dove.”
“What is her name?”
“ ‘My Unknown Lady.’ ”
“Jiftercy on us! That ought to satisfy
even Elisha.”
“It did,” said Marcia.
CHAPTER V
Sylvia’s plans, so well laid and ap
parently so easy of execution, did not,
to her chagrin, work out, for instead
of- awaking and demanding supper
Stanley Heath slept without a break
until morning.
Sun was tinting the lavender sands
to rose and gilding the water with its
first flecks of gold when she saw Mar
cia standing at the foot of her bed.
“Mr. Heath has a high fever and can
scarcely speak aloud,” explained she.
“I’m afraid he is quite ill. I wish
you’d call up Doctor Stetson.”
“Mercy on us!”
The girl, drowsy and heavy-eyed,
sprang out of bed.
“I’ll be down in just a minute,” she
exclaimed. “How do you happen to be
up so early?”
“I’ve been up off and on all night,”
answered Marcia. “Mr. Heath was rest
less and thirsty. About midnight I
heard him tossing about, and thinking
he might be hungry, I heated some
broth and took it to him. He declares
he Is going back to New York today.”
“But he can’t—he mustn’t.”
“He is determined to. He says he
has something very important to at
tend to. Os course I have no author
ity over him but perhaps Doctor Stet
son can exert some. That is why I am
anxious to reach him before he goes
out,” explained Marcia, moving toward
the door.
“I will call him right away.”
“I’ll go down and start breakfast,
then. Mr. Heath is dozing. He has
promised not to get up for at least an
hour. We must have the doctor here
within that time.”
“I’ll tell him to hurry.”
Marcia tiptoed down the stalre.
(10 BE CONTINUED)
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