Campfire Girls in the Allegheny Mountains / or, A Christmas Success against Odds

that something of serious nature had intervened to prevent his appearing at the usual dinner hour had taken firm hold of Mrs. Stanlock, Marion, sister Kathryn, and brother Harold. The fact that the

me that he had been called away somewhere, but left no definite information. He had

ions. Had Mr. Stanlock seen or heard anything which caused him to believe that the strikers might do him bodily harm if they had an opportunity? Had he received any th

he house and made further inquiry. There was no longer any possibility of dodging the most logical suspicions, namely, that Mr.

the house and walked in, smiling as if nothing unusual had happened. Marion fa

ning all over the city, and the police have been searching for you for nearly t

embers of the family with a rapid succession of hugs and kisses, indicating, in spite of his at

you know what a state of mind you had u

ock explained. "Then something happened, and I wasn't near a telephone, and something more

, papa?" Marion demanded.

lly brave man, you know, and he can't tell his daughter any of his blood-curdling experiences

otested. "Didn't anything really serious happen

story that will make you all scream and dream nightmares filled with

living room of the Stanlock home. Mr. Stanlock covertly watched the faces of his auditors and was pleased to note that his bandying words wer

n't be out after dark without

d have restrained a laugh at that remark. In a moment it would have been difficult for any o

tanlock sat down in a large upholstered armchair

e philosophical high spots of every-day gossip. But don't stop there, my able young advocate. Do you realize that your father has

ready," Mrs. Stanlock interposed smilingly. "You won'

ffecting to be deeply offended in behalf of her guests. "Very well, we'll wait until

over the meat and potatoes. Now, get ready, all you young

med several of th

at the chauffeur's head by two

g," said Mari

in his chair. "You insisted on my telling my story, and no

s chair and putting her arm around his neck. "I believe you were held up by two m

escued by

dull person could fail to notice it. His sudden stop, of course, was occasioned

ngly. "I didn't know that we had an

ed the narrator. "They witnessed the hold-up and le

almost have imagined from her manner that she had h

e you their names," Mr.

without finding out who they were, do you?" his

any time I want them. But I know also that they don't wish

?" Marion pleaded. "I want to know who it was

faithfully not to reveal their identity at pres

Henry?" asked Mrs. Stanlock.

that is looking after the sick members of striking miners' families. I had been expecting a call of a meeting and this letter stated that it was important that I be present. He lives out on the Foothill pike near the quarries. I thought that I would make a quick run out there and call you up from his home and let yo

s on the phone. The latter was astonished, declared

ing president muttered. "That'll be something