The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1911-03-07
1910, By American Pres
Assoeiaion
(coptinued from yesterday.

| Ccopttnued from yesterday.).
wsi. n5w-don't yOu see, ? he STAN.
mered. "of course you do" He was
becoming more involved every mo-
ment.
The girls smile began to fade.
Rather grimly she interrupted him.
mo. I don't see at all,' was her I'M.
nouncement She moved away from
the desk.
We'll, Miss Lane, ~
The telephone bell rang at his desk.
he bent forward and put the receiver
to his ear. AS he hung up the re-
ceiver clerk entered.
4 WIN you have the cash nowT' the
employee asked.
I'm few minutes"
No sooner had the clerk made his
exit when messenger boy entered.
bearing a telegram. Valentine tore
it open, apologlzing to Rose us he did
so. The girl saw that the assistant
cashier was very busy. She deter.
mined to leave him for the present.
AS Valentine dismissed the boy she
announced that If the press Of busl-
aess would not continue all day she
would return. Valentine assured her
that in a half hour he would be at
leisure and that he would sacrifice
everything else In order to talk to her.
She started toward the door, assuring
him that she would return. AS she
opened the door she turned and cast
smile in the direction Of the assist
ant cashier.
y But Valentine did not notice 1t. He
did not see 1t. His eyes were glued to
the slip of yellow paper that he held
in his hand. The girl saw that as he
read the telegram an expression Of
tenseness, OF unsnbdued excitement,
crept across his face. wonderingly
she softly closed the door. A few
steps carried her before Valentine.
who looked up in surprise, thinking
she had gone.
what is it-that telegram she
4 gasped. Its bad news for you-yery
bad" she went on. "I must know"
Valentine, undergoing u pronounced
shock owing 10, the contents of the
message which lie held In his hand,
was almost completely unstrung by
the interruption of the girl he loved.
Was it not fate that prompted her to
appear before him at the very moment
when
"oh. it is nothing" he said weakly.
Merely a little business tanele-that
is ALL"
He stepped out from behind his
desk. crumpllng the fateful telegram
In his hand, and gently led the girl to
the door. Remember" he sai6, ~
have an engagement With you in a
half hour"
81 will remember"
UnconvInced, mystiled and thor.
oughly agitated by his nervous man.
ner. Rose Lane went out of the Office.
Valentine, smiling as best he could
under the circumstances. closed the
door behind her. He crossed to her
chair. sank into 1t and aattened the
wrinkled telegram before him. Again
he read it from end to end:
Look out" he read. Doyle will be
In town this afternoon a. 4 to see you
about an important matter"
The assistant cuShler dropped his
chin into his palm and stared vacant.
ly at the opposite wall.
Doyle" be muttered = George
Doyle. He said he'd get me IL It TOOK
ten yearS-n lifetime. Well, perhaps
ne can; then, again. perhaps he can.
not. At any rate, he can probably ruin
my career. my hopes. my standing here.
where have friends who believe iu
me-
Valentine leaned hack meditatIvely
in his chair The fatal telegram drop.
ped unheeded to the door. His mouth
set determinedIy. A new fire blazed
In his eyes, the fire that had consumed
him and had spurred him on when in
the days and nights of the past he had
ventured forth on desperate enter.
prise.
He would give George Doyle a race,
that be would. He would match his
wit against that of the skilled sleuth.
He already had laid the basis for what
now must be his course Of procedure,
and he believed that 1t would with.
stand even the cunning and force of
George Doyle. At any rate, he could
try.
Valentine leaned forward and press.
ed a button. Aclerk entered. The as.
sistant cashier hesltated a moment,
then spoke quickly.
TELL the Waterman to come here"
he directed.
The clerk nodded and went out in
search Of Red Flanagan-yes, Red,
none other than the one time accom-.
plice of Jimmy Valentine. whom the
latter. true to his word, had taken
with him in his attempt to go it
straight."
Flanagan must be told of the com.