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"Well, what of it?" growled the edi
"It's told me lots."
"How much, for instance?"
"Well, that Miss Markley was being
persecuted by a pet relative of her
guardian who wanted to many her.
In fact the letter is an invitation to fly
to the arms of her obscure friend and
defy society and the hard-hearted
"Got the letter?"
"I have and I shan't show it to you
or anybody else until I have found the
The editor reflected. It would be
a big scoop to run down the vanished
"All right, I'll try you once more,"
he said finally. "Draw two weeks' ex
pense money and don't ever show
your face around here again unless
you bring in results."
Hawkins stalked proudly past his
jeering Journalistic associates. His
face was bright, his heart hopeful.
The letter he had discovered was
from a Miss Mary Douglas, Ferndale.
Hawkins bought a ticket for that ob
scure town. It was to meet with a
decided disappointment at the end of
Miss Douglas, he was advised, had
received a call to another school, 200
miles away. She had departed thither
armed with a fine recommendation
from the district school trustees ex
actly a week previous. The name of
her new post of duty was Pairville.
Hawkins picked, up Ta piece of addi
tional information that spurred him
on magically. A young lady, a stran
ger, had visited the schoolteacher at
Ferndale the day she left for her new
school charge. In fact they had gone
"Miss Markley," decided Hawkins
promptly. "I'm on the right trail."
But when he arrived at Fairville he
found himself mistaken. Miss Doug
las had arrived there a week previous,
had delivered her credentials and was
teaching at a little corner school
house four miles from town. She had
come to Fairville alone. Every morn
ing the hired man of the house where
she boarded drove her to her post or
duty and every afternoon back home.
"Well, my only play is to get ac
quainted with the schoolteacher," de
cided Hawkins, "watch her and try to
find out where the heiress has gone."
Pursuant to this plan Hawkins
strolled down towards the little red
schoolhouse the following day. About
two miles progressed, he was merged
into an incident of unusual excite
ment. A buggy came tearing down
the road. The driver,, a man, was
thrown out as the animal attached
to it swung around a sharp curve in
the highway. The other occupant, a
young lady, shrank backinjthe seat,
terrified and helpless.
Hawkins did his duty. At some risk
he halted the runaway. Of course he
was thanked, and of fcourse this led to
just what he hoped fa'close acquaint
ance with the grateful, attractive
In the course of a few days the cub
reporter made a momentous discov
ery. He was in love. Every evening
he was with his charming new ac
quaintance and her eyes brightened
at his coming. Love seemed to daunt
his journalistic ardor. Ijecared little
now whether he ever discovered the
missing heiress or not. His manliness,
however, made Jblm wince when he
analyzed Ids" former, motives in trac
ing down Miss Douglas. Hawkins
looked pretty serious one evening as
he said to her: ... --
"Miss Douglas, I have a confession
to make. I have ledrned-to love you.
And I am a cad that's right, and I
deserve no consideration from you. I
came here Jo wilfully sneak into your
confidence, to lure you to betray a
dear friend, I deserve to be punished,
and I suppose when you hear what a
villain I was you will tell me to go.
All right, Ml be a man and confess the
truth," and he blurted out his story.
Miss Douglas regarded him with
startled, wonder-filled eyes. They did
not lose their softness, however. The