"I certainly shall both say and do something. Johnnie look out for your nose there. That machine is going and your nose is not insured. Yes, Doro, this issue of the Bugle will blow a blast both loud and shrill in memory of Mrs. Doug. You know she loved blowing, never missed a windy day to collect the rent."
It was useless to argue. Tavia was bent on doing the "obit." as Ralph called the obituary a.s.signment. She went out with Johnnie at her heels.
"She"s the jolly kind," commented Ralph, as the door closed on the brother and sister.
"Yes, and so few understand her," Dorothy replied. "To me she is just the dearest girl in Dalton, but others think differently of her."
"I"ve known boys like that," a.s.sented the young man. "They seem to live in a sh.e.l.l, and only poke their real selves out to certain persons, those who love them."
"I feel more like writing now," said Dorothy, brightening up, "Johnnie told me father is better--he was taking some nourishment, the child said, and when the doctor left Johnnie did not have to go to the drug store. That means, of course, that there is nothing new setting in. I think Aunt Libby should have kept Joe and Roger from school, but she thought the house would be quieter for father with them away. Aunt Libby is very nervous lately."
"I do hope the major will be well soon," answered Ralph. "He seemed so strong, but I suppose when sickness takes hold of something worth while the result is equally of consequence."
For some time the girl and young man worked without further conversation. Dorothy bent earnestly over her story, while Ralph was busy with the type, setting up the last item of news that would go in the week"s issue of the Bugle.
Suddenly something like a scream aroused them.
"What was that?" asked Dorothy, but without waiting to answer Ralph hurried to the door. At that moment Tavia staggered into the office.
Her hat was off and her face was very white.
"Oh, what is it, Tavia dear?" Dorothy cried. "What has happened?"
"I"m so--so frightened," gasped the girl. "Lock the door--that--that man--he may come in! He is in the hall."
Ralph was out in the hall instantly. The girls, clasped in each other"s arms, could hear him running down the stairs.
"Oh, he is so rough and strong--he may hurt Ralph," whispered Tavia, too frightened to trust her own voice.
It seemed a long time to the girls, but Ralph was back in the room with them in a very few minutes.
"There was no one in the hall," he said, "and I looked up and down the street. No one--no stranger seemed to be in sight."
"Well, I was just coming up the stairs, and I couldn"t see from the sun, when some one grabbed me," Tavia explained.
"Oh, Tavia!" interrupted Dorothy.
"Yes, indeed, a great big horrid man, with a hat over his eyes, and oh, he was dreadful!" and poor Tavia began to tremble again.
Ralph had his coat on now. That man should not get away!
"But you can"t leave us," begged the girls. "He might break the door in."
"Then come down stairs and we will lock up. I must telephone to Squire Sanders."
"He isn"t home," Tavia declared. "I saw him drive out as I went up William Street."
But Ralph insisted on giving the alarm.
"What did he say to you?" he asked.
"Why, he must have thought I was Dorothy. I saw him first just as I turned out of the Dougla.s.s" place, and he followed me all the way. At the lane--where it was really lonely--he called to me and I stopped. He said "Where are you going?" I told him to the Bugle office. I didn"t think anything of it. I am never afraid. Then he got nearer to me--"
"Why didn"t you run?" asked Dorothy.
"Why, I never thought of such a thing. I thought maybe he was coming here with some news. Even when he started up the dark stairs after me I wasn"t afraid. But when he grabbed me--"
"Oh!" screamed Dorothy.
"Yes, and he said: "See here, Miss Dale, if you put one line in print about that old woman being dead--I"ll blow the place up.""
"He must be a crank," said Ralph. "Such people always drift into newspaper offices."
"Oh, no, I am sure he meant it, for he grabbed my notes. He saw me reading them in the lane," Tavia paused an instant. "And really, poor Mrs. Dougla.s.s was a good woman. The servant girl told me how she had worked for that Miles Burlock,--she had some special interest in him,--and you know how he drinks."
Unfortunately every one in Dalton knew only too well how Miles Burlock drank. Ralph had often helped him home, and then tried to get the man to talk of reformation, but it seemed like a hopeless case.
"Why should that strange man want the paper to keep quiet about Mrs.
Dougla.s.s?" asked Dorothy.
"Something about Burlock, perhaps," Ralph answered, thoughtfully. "This man may be in with the drinking cla.s.s, and perhaps if Burlock read anything or heard it, somehow he might go to the Dougla.s.s house, and they say Death is a great teacher. I know Mrs. Dougla.s.s often befriended Burlock."
"Then let him blow the office up!" cried Dorothy, with sudden courage.
"Father never listened to threats! Tavia, can you remember some of the important facts? Quiet yourself and think it over."
CHAPTER III
A STRANGE ADVENTURE
Joe Dale was a credit to the family. Although only a boy in his tenth year, he possessed as much manliness as many another well in the teens.
He was tall, and of the dark type, while Dorothy was not quite so tall, and had fair hair; so that, in spite of the difference of their ages, Joe was often considered Dorothy"s big brother. Roger was just a pretty baby, so plump and with such golden curls! Dorothy had pleaded not to have them cut until his next birthday, but the boys, of course, thought seven years very old for long hair.
"Only for a few months more," the sister had coaxed, and, so the curls were kept. Dorothy always arranged them herself, telling fairy stories to conceal the time consumed in making the ringlets.
Both boys were to sell papers to-day, for the Bugle was out, and Dorothy had told her brothers of the necessity for extra efforts to help with money matters.
"You may go with one of the regular boys," Ralph Willoby instructed them. "He can tell you where you would be likely to get customers. Go into all the stores, of course, and look out for the mill hands, at noon time."
"I"ll sell Bugles to-day," declared Joe, with that splendid manliness and real earnestness that makes a boy so attractive, especially to his sister.
"It takes a boy," Dorothy said proudly, as her brothers left the office, each with his bundle of papers, for, of course, Roger had to have a strap full the same as did Joe. Ralph was glancing over the paper. Evidently he was pleased with its appearance, for his face showed satisfaction.
"Is it all right?" Dorothy asked, secretly glad the "getting out" was finished, and that she would not have to write another parade story that day.
"First-rate," answered the young man, "and I think your father will be pleased. You had better go home and take him a copy, he may be anxious to see one."