detective had figured on her telephoning and she had nearly fallen into
the trap.

Back to her room she went, resolved to make no further move till
morning. The day had been a hard one for the girl, mentally and
physically, and at this moment she felt herself hopelessly involved in a
snare from which she could see no means of escape. She read a little in
her magazine, to quiet her nerves, and then went to bed and fell asleep.

At daybreak Mary Louise wakened to wonder if she had done right in
running away from Miss Stearne's school. Gran'pa Jim had placed her
there because he did not wish to take her with him when he left Beverly,
and now she had come to him without his consent and in doing so had
perhaps delivered him into the hands of his enemies. Poor Gran'pa Jim!
She would never cease to reproach herself if she became responsible for
his ruin.

As she lay in bed, thinking in this vein, she allowed herself to wonder
for the first time why her dear grandfather was being persecuted by the
officers of the law--by the Government of the United States, indeed,
which should be just and merciful to all its people. Of course he was
innocent of any wrong-doing; Gran'pa Jim would never do anything to
injure a human being, for he was goodness itself and had taught her to
honor truth and righteousness ever since she could remember. Never for a
moment would she doubt him. But it was curious, when she came to reflect
upon it, that he would run away from his enemies instead of facing them
bravely. For many years he had hidden himself--first in one place and
then in another--and at the first warning of discovery or pursuit would
disappear and seek a new hiding-place. For she now realized, in the
light of her recent knowledge, that for many years Gran'pa Jim had been