Bright Arrows by Grace Livingston Hill Page B

Glencarroll, so it was quite a proposition to hunt a fugitive in an area like that. Mike said they were getting bloodhounds, using some of the young man's clothes that had been in possession of the police department. They felt reasonably sure by this method they might find him. Unless, of course, he had been able to get away on a train or hitchhike a ride. Although the highways were being watched at every crossroad, and cars stopped and searched.
    Eden caught her breath.
    "Oh, this all seems so dreadful. How Father would have hated to have things like this happen."
    "Yes," said her father's friend. "I certainly wish it could have been prevented, or at least that we could have kept the knowledge of it from you."
    "Oh, but you couldn't!" laughed Eden. "It began with me. Ellery Fane walked into the library where I was going through some letters Father had told me to read and began to say that he and his mother were coming to take care of me, and that he would help me go through all the papers of the estate and get better investments! He said he was a financial expert!"
    "The insufferable egotist. It sounds like some of the stuff he pulled off when he was a mere boy in the bank, carrying on his forgery schemes. Well, child, I guess we are fortunate that this has all come out in the open now, instead of having it smolder along out of sight. The whole trouble is that Ellery Fane did manage to get a good deal of information about your father's estate while he was with us, and he has never forgotten that there might be a rich mine for himself if he could only manage to get an entrance here. Well, I'm sorry, but I do hope the fellow will be caught, and soon. Now I must go, but I'll be over early in the morning, Eden, and Lorrimer will let me know sooner than that if anything more happens meanwhile."
    When Mr. Worden and the policeman were gone, and while Janet was fixing a comfortable couch with blankets and pillows for the lawyer to sleep on, Eden lingered for a moment to speak to him.
    "You know we have plenty of comfortable sleeping rooms upstairs where you could rest better than the library," she said, with a troubled look. "It doesn't seem right for you to have to sleep on the couch when you are so kind as to stay here."
    "Oh, no," he said. "I really prefer to be down here tonight. I want to see if anything more goes on, and also I want to check up on Tabor every little while. I've talked with the doctor and the nurse, and I want to make sure that there are no mistakes made."
    "You are very kind," said Eden. "I do appreciate what you are doing tonight. And also I want very much to ask you a question about something you said the other day. You said it was possible to know the Lord Jesus Christ, now, while we are living on this earth. Isn't that what you said?"
    "Yes, I did," said the young man with a sudden eager light in his eyes. "Are you interested in that? I'm so glad. I've been praying that you would be."
    "You have ?" exclaimed Eden eagerly. "Well, I felt as if somehow somebody was helping me, and it must have been your prayers. Thank you. But now, would you please tell me how I can get to know Christ? I've been to church all my life, and Sunday school, but I can't remember ever to have heard that question discussed. Perhaps it was my fault. Maybe I just wasn't listening, or perhaps I was thinking of something else and missed what was said, but I really can't recall anybody telling me I could know Christ. Maybe my father just took it for granted I understood, for I'm sure he must have known Him."
    "I'm sure he did," said the young man solemnly with a lovely smile in his eyes, "from all I've heard about him, and I'm sure that he is happy to be with Him now today. I'll be glad to tell you about it."
    Eden dropped into a low chair covered with faded blue velvet, and the firelight played over her lovely hair, spinning some of it into threads of gold and touching the long dark lashes on her soft cheeks. In her simple dark blue