Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1896-10-02
CHAPTER Ny1l,

said the chief houscim:,id The room
which w:ts assigned n, ThorS,in!c rark tu
Sir Richard Morimuiu MAS iusi then VII.
cant.
The countess of Tiorsda!c was too
gf"a; lady 10 occupy herself personally
WIN >'ich malers ~ ihr Inspection OF
an expected visitor. room. hui then she
l"ii great faith in lie taste of her clcv.r
foreign maid. Madrnoisrllr t;lilk;,.
She whs herself worthy ui notice. This
Mademoiselle ';litli;. Young she was
though probably She looked three or fomr
years oder than ;in English gr of he.
age would have done. Handsome Sl,
was. though of II swarlhy pnl,or nf com
plrNion. and with 81 thin face and wel-cu,.
mobile features. She had raven haired
hlnck hair, Very thick and long. AMI
wound tightly round her small wcll-puiS-
"h mead. Her tigure was Sigh, and ac.
tive. But her eyes were her great a;t,:l--
1"i-eyes that spoke, eyes THAI flashed
dark. expressive aid nj times terrible.
just then Ma'lcmo!>.i,c Gliika WAS i'm
Sir Richard Mortmain'> ioom-no ,r
worst by any means of the many he'd
rooms AT Thorsdale Is,k-;ind was a.ni,r
ltnving satisfied herself tlll. she was i,o.
the subject of scrutiny. she made haste
I" institute special search everywhere
M;idemoiselcs plant fingers explored
every pocket as dcflly us those of mem
brr of the Paris detective police could
possibly have done But She found moth
ins. only photograph OF Mrs. Srorrsh.
n punk scented. tliree-cornercd note from
Lady i'asc,. asking "Dcar Sir kichni,'
whether T"niahaWk wuS really sure jo
Win the ST. l.egcr before she mi her
money on III the long odds. Then. at lns,.
J.. II drawer she found letter of another.
s"rl. Here it is:
''lDear Sir IL. Mortmain. Baronct | ann
getting SO sick of this wo.n-o,.t old coun-
try that unless YOU soon force on th,.
trump card have put into your hand L
shall have To play mine. and blow the
whole concern sky-high Mind there's no
mistake about wnat l have to sell. The
seventy thousand pounds go as surely tu
Miss W. and. if she mar1ies without
settlements. to her husband. as her name
is Violet Mowbray. You, Sir r., are not
the man L take You for if you cannot get
Il Yes out of a country-bred young thing
like that. need hardly say, don't spoil
your own game and mine by limiting to
our innocent what Il fortune goes with her
at the altar. You are quite fit to hold
Your tongue when there's money to he lost
by speaking. But remember that l am
weary of waiting. and shall have if You
shillyshally. to clap the other screw on;
and remember. too. that there must bc IL
fair share of the swag. as we say in Aus
tralia-whcre l wish was ag;,i,i-for
your old pal. RUFUS CROUCM.'
Glitka's eyes glowed. darkencl. gilt
tered. as she peruscd this cpiStic. Shc
spoke English. perhaps. better than she
read it. but she had good brains and !,
vivid Imagination. ard could ill Up the
"a.s with some approximation 4" '"
truth. First, she. folded the letter ami
thrust it into her pocket. Then. rcsistin:
the momentary impulse, she snatcl,ed it
out again. and taking up the writing ma
terials that lay ON side table near. she
made a rapid but accurate copy of the
contents Of the epistle.
81 have him now" she Kissed out be-
tween her shut teeth; II have him, hard
and fast! He is in Glitka's hands now!"
And to judge by the tightening of her
1.-THE, dark fingers. 1t might have been
dangerous to be delivered over to the
handling Of tiser-footed, bright-eyed Gilt
Ia. HE y expected at once" she said,