Aunt Jane's Nieces Out West

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"There's another possibility," remarked Uncle John. "He may be suffering

agonies with no one to help him."

Patsy's face was white as chalk. The last hour or two had brought her

considerable anxiety and her uncle's horrible suggestion quite unnerved

her. She stole away to the office and inquired the number of Mr. Jones'

room. It was on the ground floor and easily reached by a passage. The

girl tiptoed up to the door and putting her ear to the panel listened

intently. A moment later a smile broke over her face; she chuckled

delightedly and then turned and ran buck to her friends.

"He's snoring like a walrus!" she cried triumphantly.

"Are you sure they are not groans?" asked Arthur.

"Pah! Can't I recognize a snore when I hear it? And I'll bet it's the

first sound sleep he's had in a month."

Mr. Merrick and Arthur went to the door of the boy's room to satisfy

themselves that Patsy was not mistaken, and the regularity of the sounds

quickly convinced them the girl was right. So they had a merry party at

luncheon, calling Patsy "Doctor" with grave deference and telling her she

had probably saved the life of A. Jones for a second time.

"And now," proposed Uncle John, when the repast was over, "let us drive

down to the sea and have a look at that beautiful launch that came in

yesterday. Everyone is talking about it and they say it belongs to some

foreign prince."

So they motored to Santa Monica and spent the afternoon on the sands,

watching the bathers and admiring the graceful outlines of the big yacht

lying at anchor a half mile from the shore. The boat was something of a

mystery to everybody. It was named the "Arabella" and had come from

Hawaii via San Francisco; but what it was doing here and who the owner

might be were questions no one seemed able to answer. Rumor had it that

a Japanese prince had come in it to inspect the coast line, but newspaper

reporters were forbidden to scale the side and no satisfaction was given

their eager questioning by the bluff old captain who commanded the craft.

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