New-York tribune., 1911-02-26
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR FEBRUARY 20. 1911

dead by Peleyin and Max, returning from
their long cold wait at the mill.
Chapter XII. The Gold of Morning
THE task Of dragging and carving Banks
TO mouse, arouSlng the inmates. and in
ducing the frightened men and hysterical
women OF the immediate vicinity to help
him save his mechanican's life, had occu-
pied all Stuyverant's strength and thought.
Underlying ali of this was dull but throb-
bng CONSCIOUSNESS that Thurlev was some
where near or far, disappointed, If alive
and doubtless IN the hands of assaSSinS allied
with those who must have beaten Banks
Banks had sustained a frightful blow on
the skull. He had not revived till nearly
three in the morning, and then for a moment
only.
1t was daylight, and Stuvverant was still
tireleSSly assisting and directing operations
when his man at length gave assurance Of
assuming his normal funCtioning How
ever, he would be too i'll and weak 70 be
moved for several DAYS. The name of a skill
ful woman nurse was supplied in answer TO
Stuyverants demands. She lived in a larger
village twenty miles away, whittier no one
could 60 in a hurry. There was no alterna-
tive, as Robley knew-he must 90 in his car.
FAR of on q lonesome. snow strewn road.
Thurley had meantime reused from an
inactivity that could scarcely be described
as sleep. She had shivcred and chartered
all night in her box drawing shavingS and
her tattercd cloak about her chilling limbs
and shoulders, and had risen at times 10 beat
her hands, tramp up and down the shop, and
otherwise struggle with the numbing cold
that crept TO the marrow Of her bones.
At the first faint streaks Of dawn she had
slipped from the Shedlike structure, only 20
find the half-dim world a scene OF chill and
desolation. To face the road thus early was
utterly diShcartening. She was not even
sure of the way she had come.
When al last the sun put q finger through
crack, smoldering hope again took flame
in the heart of the weary girl. Her courage
was endless. She felt that If only She could
/ find a house. with any sort OF welcome, in
| space OF twenty miles, she would walk and
make no complaint.
She had gone far less than q mile and was
coming 20 a wooden bridge that spanned a
| black little stream. when out OF the crisp
ness of the morning air came a series OF sharp
I perCuSSlOnS.
/ she knew them at once, the rapid FIRE dis
I charges OF iNOlOT car, WlJl JIlt uluIllcI cut
out open. lnStinCtively certain that pursuit
alone could rouse men at sunrise, she darted
swiftly to the bridge, leaped down a frozen
| bank of gravel, and was presently CrOuching
| in the shadows by the stream.
She had not long to wait. The car sped
with a snarl of power 10 the bridge and over
| It's planks, rafting down dust and bits OF
snow on the girl as gray as her cloak.
1t was gone as quickly, its two eager occu-
pants, Max and Jan, wildly searching road,
copse. and field as they rounded the circle
| back TO the house from which their intended
victim had escaped.
They had made their discovery shortly
after two in the morning. Returning from
their wait at the mill and their murderous
assault made upon Banks, who had been
discovered 100 late TO be another person
than the Young Grand Duke, they had
st-iven in vain to arouse Zagorsky, till the
door had been forced and the truth abruptly
discovered.
At daylight began the search on foot, then
/ the car was brought into reQuisition. They
had taken a road where some tracks IN the
snow had been left undisturbed by the wind.
The tracks were not Thurley's. Now their
circle brought them back again, calculations
convincing both the men that their captive