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Show THE HELPER TIMES. HELPER, UTAH The Sealed Trunk By Copyrltht bj Ths WHAT WENT Henry Kitchell Webster Bobbs-Msrri- Co the rest of the evening if you'll let me say Just one thing first. She considered this request a little duhiously, but finally said, "All right; Just one. though." "If you're really eighteen years BEFORE a dance Martin Forbes, newspaper reporter, meets "Rhoda White." H overhears a conversation between Mai Lewis and a At woman which he believes concerns Rhoda. He recalls a "blind ad" Inquiring for "Hhoda McFar-land- " and senses a newspaper story. He believes that Rhoda's real name Is McFarland. She refuses to admit or deny It, but Martin was right. Her life in California had been happy after her mother's death until misfortune overcame her father, Professor McFarland. They 'move to Chicago. The professor dies suddenly, vainly trying to tell Rhoda about "papers" In a tiunk. Rhoda gets a job as stenographer and takes rooms with "Babe" Jennings. Martin discovers that the "blind ad" advertiser Is C. J. Forater. Rhoda admits her identity. CHAPTER III old . . "I really am," she Interrupted, almost. My birthday's In two Halweeks October thirty-firs- t ; loween, it is." 5 want to tell you one other thing "I did this morning, Hhoda," he went on, and this brought her focused inquiring look back to his face. "I got them to look tip, in the want-a- d file, the real name of the man who's been advertising, for the address McFarland. It's the same man. Charles J. 'C. J.' do you see? The man fciiey were talking about last night." The flash of Incipient pain he'd seen In her face changed to a look of mere perplexity before he finished speaking. "But I don't know who he is!" she told him vehemently. Then, suddenly, intent, she asked, "Did you do anything else?" "There was only one thing left to do, and that was to look him up and ask him why he was advertising for her. And and I didn't want to do that unless you said you "I r. : wanted me to." "You might have asked him," she said. "After what I told you last night you might have argued that it was no affair of mine what you found out about her. But I'm glad you didn't Please don't do it, Martin. Let me tell you a" little, and then don't try to find put anything more. , , , "I'm Rhoda White now but I used to be Rhoda McFarland. The only person who'd try to find me would be my uncle, William Royce. Mr. Forster must be working for him. He frightened me so when I was a little girl that I've never got over being afraid of him. He was cruel to my father and wanted to take me away from him then. We ran away so tnat lie couidn t. a Il - . i i sixteen vnien my ta-- r i was ouiy died and I was afraid that if cle William heard about it and knew where I was, he'd get me. then. There wasnt any one else, you see. So I changed my name and pretended I came to Chicago from Denver, and got a Job on the Kews. "And, Martin, I've loved It I've loved it all. The whole two years. I've been happy. And I don't want You won't do anything changed. anything to change things, will you?" She was looking rather blurred and he blinked In order to see her better. "No, I won't do anything you don't want me, to," he said. Then he did a little rudimentary arithmetic. "If that was two years ago you're only eighteen now." "Do you mind?" she asked him seriously. "No," he said, "I don't mind at all." After a while she said, "You must have worked awfully hard today, to have found out all that about Max Lewis and the chorus girl. How did you do It?" "It was all in the 'morgue,'" he told her. "It took about ten minutes." Slie'd been working for the paper two years and she didn't know what the "morgue" was. Martin, with a true reporter's pride In the whole side of the organization, told her all about it. 'J-'was startled when a sudden movement of hers, a sort of shudder, aroused him to look around into her face. "What's the matT - j . ! news-gatherin- g e ter?" he gasped. "I think It's horrible," she said shakily. "It means that there's no forgiveness at all. Anything that anyone has ever done or that people think he has done Is kept there, waiting to be got out and told all over again. Anyone who wants to go and open a drawer can "find it. And they call It the Martin, I didn't know 'morgue.' anything could be as cruel as that!" "IJui you've got It all wrong," he protested. "A newspaper doesn't keep a 'morgue' for the purpose of intimidating people with their pasts. Nine times In ten the file's used for writing handsome obituary articles. When a man dies they want to be able to tell how Important he's been." But nothing he could say on the subject seemed to change her feeling about it. "Let's try to forget about It," she said at last. On his agreeing to that and he'd have agreed to almost anything Just then she pushed her advantage a little further. "Let's forget about everything that's mysterious and will you? Will yon ee that the burglar was Just a in burglar who was perfectly satisfied with my three hundred dollars, and that Mr. Forster nnd Mr. Lewis were only trying to find me to settle a hot. or for Rome silly reason like that?' And then, Martin, will you tike roe somewhere for the rest of this evening where we can dunce?" "I'll "You bet I will," he said. agree to the whole program fur 6 .1 ." " Continued For-ste- WW) gerrlca "Hurrah !" he said. "We'll have a party! Well then, on Halloween you'll come of age and you'll have no more reason to be afraid of your uncle than I have. He'll have no more authority over you than he'll have over the king of England. And even in the meantime I don't see that he. could do very much. That's all. Now let's go to the Alhambra. And heaven help Leander Higgins, or anyone else who tries to cut In on us tonight !" Downstairs in the tiny vestibule she noticed that there were some The postletters In their mail-box- . man had come, she remembered, while they were so excited about the burglar that they both forgot to go down and get the mail. She didn't want to be bothered with it now, though. All she wanted to do was dance. She forgot the letters again when she came home from the Alhambra, but Martin remembered them and went downstairs with the key to bring them up. When he came back he'd merely said, after looking at her a minute, "Good night, Rhoda," and gone away, although the idea of a kiss had hung palpably between them for an Instant. She wouldn't have minded his kissing her good night but she got a real thrill out of the fact that he didn't although be evidently wanted to. She realized that when he did kiss her he'd mean more by it, and there was a touch of real Scotch thrift about Rhoda that ap predated the economy. It was the same quality In her that made her put off letting herself drift away into a pleasant daydream over the hours Just passed until she should have finished her evening tasks and got Into bed. Otherwise she wouldn't have looked at ' the letters at all. One of them was addressed. In an angular feminine hand she didn't know, to her, "Miss Rhoda White." It was with a rather Indifferent feeling of perplexity that she sliced open the envelope. But with her first Incredulous stare at what was written on the stiff folded sheets of notepaper it contained, she felt a frightened wish that Martin hadn't gone home, for the thing began : "Dear Miss McFarland." She was trembling so that she went over and sat down on the couch before she read any further. She felt as If things were closing In on her somehow; the way a bird feels, perhaps, when the beaters are driving it toward the wall behind which a man Is waiting with a gun "I hope I haven't frightened you, beginning like that," It said, "but you do not know me you may never have even heard of me and I wanted to make sure that you would read this letter, because It Is important, to me whether it Is to ertheless she went on and read it through to the suddenly affectionate "Yours, Claire" before she let herself begin picking it to pieces. This treacherous trick that some man had played upon her father, In order to make himself rich had such a thing ever happened? In itself, it sounded fishy. Her father had never told her anything specific about his affairs, but she knew he must have been trying to discover or to invent something. The man might have stolen ber father's discovery if her father had ever succeeded In making it But te hadn't succeeded. He'd gone on hoping to make it right up to the day he died. When she reread the Injunction not to answer any communication of any sort, the heavily underscored words Bashed like a real danger signal. The "communication of any sort," was the advertisement for Rhoda McFarland. She knew who . the woman was now; the woman Martin had tried to tell her about last night who'd you ?" She answered them, still trying to be cool about it In reverse order. "No, naturally not. put It away. Why, she said that a couple of years before my father died she'd given him a paper to take care of for her, and that now she needed it terribly, and she thought I might be able to help her find It 1 don't know exactly why I thought she might be the woman you told me about." "Well, she Is. all right. Anybody conld see that." This, she reflected, was as much as to say that she was a fool not to have seen It for herself at the first glance. He really was Infuriating. He was staring at her now in a blank abstraction, as If he didn't know she was there. When he waked up it was to ask further questions. "What does she ask you to do? Let her come and see you and go over your father's papers and pick out what she likes?" "All she asked me to do," Rhoda told him, resolved to stifle her wrath until she hurst, "was to come and lunch with her at he Tip-Toinn today as soon after twelve as I could, so that she could tell me all ahout it. And before I went I thought I'd ask you to tell me . . ." "Rhoda, you're not going?" ne had had the grace to put an upward quirk on that last word to make it sound like a question, but he'd started, she thought, to tell her she shouldn't. "Of course I'm going," she said. "She may be all right even If she Is the woman yon heard talking to Mr. Lewis. Anyhow, I'm going to It Was Annoying to Have Her Thunder Stolen Like That been afraid she would answer the advertisement in the paper before they had time to take whatever steps they meant to take. She wished she remembered better what Martin had told her. Who was the man Claire wanted to force to make things right "as far as money could make anything right"? (The slimy hypocrisy of that afterthought turned Rhoda a bit sick.) Wasn't he most likely the Mr. Forster whose advertisement she was not on any account to answer? Wasn't he the "C. J." whom Martin had heard them talking about? Well, one thing was settled, anyhow. She'd see Martin and get the details all straight before she went inn. If he to lunch at the happened to be waiting again at the foot of the elevated stairs that would make everything easy. Martin was waiting at the foot of the elevated stairs, but beyond that point, everything In Rhoda's program went as badly as possible. To begin with, she and Babe didn't come down the stairs but descended at the curb from a lordly limousine. Instead. It was Babe who'd accepted the offered lift, but Rhoda had on this occasion followed her companion gladly enough, since they'd been hurrying and had seen their elevated train pull out of the station just about a minute before they got within running distance. Stopping his car far them must have been an act of pure benevolence on the part of the owner, a respectable old gentleman with a beard. As he sat. he took up most of the back seat, and Instead of moving over he had had them turn down the two folding chairs to ride in. A pair of rubber shod canes In the corner gave Rhoda the idea he couldn't move about very easily. He asked them where they wanted to go, instructed his chauffeur to drive them there, and then apparently forgot all ahout them, submerging himself In his morning paper. He acknowledged their thanks at the end of the ride with a gruff, Tip-To- kiboratory. p ! find out." "You won't find out a thing from her. That woman's clever, Rhoda, and she's dangerous. You'd better let her alone. You'd better let her alone. Why, she's got you half fooled already." At that, since It wasn't feasible to shake him till his teeth rattled, she turned and left him with a rush. Unreasonably she was a little disappointed that Martin was nowhere about, not even In the offing, when she set out at noon to her rendezvous. She mustn't waste time thinking about hlra now, though except as a warning not to lose her temper again. Her only reason for going to lunch with the woman was, as she had told Martin, to discover what It was all about; why these people she'd never heard of before wouldn't let her alone. She'd get nowhere by acting suspicious or by asking skeptical questions. The more confidently this Claire Cleveland took her for a light-wi- t the more she'd- be likely to give away. CHAPTER IV p "It makes too long a story to tell this way and I want you should have my whole confidence in this matter. Will you come to lunch with me tomorrow in the Inn? I will be there from twelve o'clock on. at the table to the right of the door In the Dutch room. I will be wearing a black hat and a nod, and that was all dark blue dress. there was to it "Yours most sincerely, But when Rhoda turned from "CLAIRE CLEVELAND. smiling goodhy after him to find "P. S. I want to say this in addi- herself standing face to face with tion. I think It will be as much Martin, she perceived at once from for your advantage as mine if you his flush nnd his frown of annoycome. The man who treated me so ance that he hadn't liked It. He shamefully is the same man who had even the air, she thought of played a mean and treacherous waiting for a Justly to he demandtrick on your father and practically ed explanation. There was one ruined his life In order to make at hand as far as that went. himself rich; and I think If you and ready She'd never have got Into that car I work together we can force him If Babe hadn't already committed to make things right for you as her to it But she wouldn't have well as for me at least as far as told Martin that for anything. . money can make anything right Babe's contribution didn't help Let me warn you of one more thing, matters either. She said to Rhoda, and I hope It is not too late. Do after tossing a negligent hello to not answer any communication of Martin, "What do you suppose the any sort from any stranger until old billygoat picked us up for, anyyou and I have had our talk. I way, making us sit on those foldhave reason to believe he now has ing seats ali the way? Mostly they designs on you, too. You may not want you to cuddle up a little, no have found out yet what some men matter how old they are." can be like, but believe me (not She didn't wait for any answer slang) I know! from Rhoda, and left them. !" CLAIRE "Yours, "I'm glad you happened to be Rhoda read the thing straight here," Rhoda said to him in the through without making any pauses coldest tone she could produce. "I for reflection and analysis, and It wanted to ask yon about the womwasn't until she got to the post- an you heard talking night before script that the false note began to last nt the Alhambra." sound loud enough to arouse her If he'd answered her properly she'd have forgiven him for looksuspicion. Down to the first signature she never thought of doubting ing annoyed over the limousine. that the woman had worked for her She would have told him, when she father and had given him a paper got around to It. how It had hapto take care of for her. She won- pened. But he didn't answer her dered how the woman had found at all flashed back at her, instead her and noted the fact that this with two questions of his own. wasn't explained, but she put It "What's she been doing since last among the details that had been too night? Was there a letter from her numerous and complicated to write In that bunch I brought upstairs?" in a letter and assumed that It It was annoying to imve her would he explained as soon as they thunder stolen like Hint. mot at lunch. know," she said. "That's But with the beginning of the what I'm trying to find out. There postscript she begun to feel her- was a letter for me from some self bristling with suspicion. Nev one who higni'd herself Claire WORLD WAR YARNS a breath. "Why did you thiuk she was? What did she say she wanted? Have you got her letter here with p you or not. "I am going to ask you a great favor. It has got nothing to do with money. I have got money enough, thank heavens! to put this through even If It costs a whole lot. But I am simply desperate for something I am sure you can help me find. It was a paper that I asked your father to take care of for me when I was working for him In his Tip-To- Cleveland, and I thought she might be the person you told me about" lie asked three questions, all In Martin Was Right. first thought that flashed her mind when she saw the woman who was sitting at the specified table was that there must be some mistake about it Noting the black hat and the dark blue dress didn't altogether do away with It either. She'd expected a person. This very different-lookinwoman looked rather nice. She THE had delicate features and blue and you'd guess her age In the early twenties well, twenty-fiv- e or not much over. The Instant she saw Rhoda she got up and came around the table to meet her. "I'd know you anywhere. Miss McFarland!" she said. eyes, "I was sure I wasn't mistaken. You're your father's daughter, all right." There flashed kito Rhoda's memory something Martin had said about the woman at the Alhambra; that she looked younger, somehow, her voice sounded. It settled possible doubt about ter IdenThis woman's voice was hard metallic, with the sliver plating worn off In spots. She mustn't be thinking things like this! She must talk! She had a rehearsed line that would do. "It's perfectly marvelous to meet some one who knew my father." she said. "Let's not try to talk," the woman suggested cozlly, "until we've settled the important question of than any tity. and lunch." Her manners, Rhoda reflected, belonged with her voice rather than with her looks. She Insisted on ordering an extravagant lunch, and the way she overrode Rhoda's protest was rather too "I guess the first thing you'll want to know," she began as soon as they were rid of the waiter, "Is how I found you. It was pure luck If there Is such a thing ns luck, really. I saw you the other night at the Alhambra that Is, I thought it was you, only It seemed too good to be true. You were dancing with a gentleman I know, Mr. Max Lewis, and as soon as I got a chance I asked him ahout yon. Rut it turned out he didn't know very much about you. himself. So I told him he'd got to find out for me, and yesterday he sent me your address. I don't know yet how he found it out." Rhodn heard an edge In the hard voice that suggested she wanted to know. "Oh, Babe must have told him," she said. "He brought her home that night We live together, you see." Then, with a rush, she went on Into anot her speech she'd rehearsed. It was better to get It over with. "You must be wondering why I You see, I changed my name. wasn't of ace when my father died. And I didn't want a lot of people bothering and Interfering telling me what I could do and what I couldn't. And I thought It would be easier to be lot alone if I changed to Rhoda 'While. 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