Doris Force at Locked Gates; Or, Saving a Mysterious Fortune

oris? You've been hanging on

h flung away the core of an apple and came slowly d

etty miss of sixteen, tossed carelessly over her shoulder as sh

important letter," Marshmallow dr

oking for a letter from Kitty Norris, my chum at boarding school.

be dull here at Ch

ing exciting w

shmallow thrust his hand into his coat pocket a

enjoy eating all the time! Why, if yo

intended. She had known Marshall Mallow for a number of years, and, in fact, they had resided in the same

swered to his given name only when his mother called, was liked by nearly everyone in the neighborhood, but he was subjected to a gre

tics and music, particularly the latter. It was her ambitious dream that some day she would win fame as a singer in grand opera. Doris was utterly without vanity and

elief, as she saw the man turn in at the house ne

ed at the Mallow gate and began

g lady," he said wi

than I had hoped for." Quickly, she scanned t

tten in an almost illegible scrawl, was brief, for Kit

d Marshmallow as she replaced the letter in the envelope. "Sh

why don

but there's the

He thinks you're just right and

ays given me everything I want, bu

own money

but the other day he told me he wanted to have a long talk with me about money.

n't cost so much

, dear, I don't see why one has to worry about money all the time! I'd just be sick, if

bout it," Marshmallow said as he

s had the things I've needed and until Uncle Ward spoke to me the othe

e envelope and glanced curiously at the message. It was written in a

ates," she read al

?" Marshmal

listen to t

er many years of heartache over her older brother, John, we find a most unusual circumstance has arisen. Could you come to Rumson and visit o

you had an uncle by

elf, Marshmallow! Thi

ce at Rumson, isn't it? A fellow would think the

tter a second time. "What do you suppose they mean by saying they want to acquaint me with th

grunted. "More 'n likely

running smoothly and the driver, a man of perhaps thirty, dressed immaculately but in rather sporty attir

ey heard him m

over toward the car, curio

" Marshmallow in

snapped crossly. "This car hasn't run

ted, lifting the hood. "Yep, that's just what it is. G

s he searched in the tool case. "That's w

anced up

know of Rumso

ent

there named Gates?" M

ould make out. To their surprise, he brushed past them and slammed down the hood. Then he spran