Iuka reporter. (Iuka, Miss.) 1888-1894, 1890-08-21


which she has fed. It may hunt heI
down and find her out and it may not
God only knows. Therefore, remem
Der whatever may happen, you
cannot afford, in more ways than one,
to be mixed up in it. When you are
older, and know more of the ways o.
the world, you will understand bette,
what mean"
Rupert Arnim stopped and kissed the
placid brow upturned to his.
You are anxious, good little
mother" he said; "but rest assured thai
shall get into no trouble on account
Of our charge. We can shield her here
with us from all shadow of harm. Only,
should danger find her out, / stand
prepared to defend her with the last
drop of my blood!'
"You are brave boy the mother
cejoined; "and all / can say is, that
pray the good God to spare you the
aisappointments and trials which fall to
! the lot of most mortals."
We'll, we'll not talk about trials and
aisappointments until they COME he
cried with buoyant laugh; "there is
too much to be enjoyed in life to bor-
COW troubled Why, just look at it!
Here | went all over Europe to find q
fresh face for my new Madonna, and I
only find one when / turn my. face
aomewards. I sketched little Oracle
on the steamer. She has promised to
sit for me here, and the picture will be
done in time for the May Exhibition,
ior | shall work at it with all my heart
Ind soul, with all my might and main. .
| Mrs. Arnim cast a quick, apprehens-
we glance about the apartment, as
though in fear of some watchful eye,
some listening ear, as she said, ear
iestly.
Rupert, do not paint that picture fol-
the next exhibition, or at least for some
ime!"
why not?" he asked in amazement.
! I scarcely know, my boy"
j Il shall never have another such a
model"
"Then paint her, but let no eye rest
\ upon her face until the mystery of hel
re d. s. si s.s up.
,ut Of nsoiss lss 9Ts making mountain
Something tells me that Tam NOT
We're you to exhibit her face, you might
get yourseh into trouble, besides bring
ng down upon her those whom she
lears."
Rupert Arnim was silent and
thoughtful as he went with his mother
70 the door and kissed her GOODNIGHT
Perhaps you are right, mother" he
murmured; II will think of what vol
nave said. Goodnight"
For hours he laid awake that NIGHT
thinking over the strange suspicious
which his mother had placed upon him
but at last he fell asleep to dream of {
beautiful face, the face of his Madonna
md of his success in the Forthcoming
exhibition
While this quiet scene was being en-
acted in the little home in Harlem, the
Brevoort House, down town in Fifth
avenue, was all ablaze with light anG
igog with guests arriving and depart
ing.
Among the persons who sauntered ur
the spacious, gas-lit steps and entered
the Office of the hotel was middle
aged man of Indifferent appearance, bu
blessed with a pair of keen, ferret-lik,
eyes that flashed about from point t.
point, apparently taking in the bustlins
scene at a glance.
To the clerk at the desk he said:
"You have gentleman in your hous,
by the name of Boyden. l believe. Mr.
Max Boyden." And upon receivin,
the evidently expected reply he added
Just be good enough to send up m,
slrd to him."
Thereupon on slip of cardboard h,
wrote, in bold, business-like hand
the e-"Bancker.
Five minutes later he was requested
TO take the elevator to certain suit,
of rooms on the third floor of the house
Wrapped in dressing gown of som,
richly embroidered stuff, and reclining
at ease in the depths of comfortabl,
armchair. sat Mr.. Max Boyden, of un
savory memory, with his sharp, blacl
eyes fixed intently upon the PARTIAL,
opened door that led into the hall.
The instant rap sounded upon thu
door Boyden rose, and in firm. cleal
voice said:
Come in"
The parsonage with the ferret-like
eyes promptly obeyed the summons and
put in an appearance.
"Mr. Bancker?' began Boyden, in,
terrogatively.
| Eyes, sir. At your request. leone
from"
from"
"Pinkerton's Detective Agency. sir
| I'm, 1