The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1911-02-22

valentine struggled 10 mink or
successful mode Of escape from an
swering the question.
well. now-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.
"No. don't see at ALL" was her an
nouncement She moved away from
the desk.
well. Miss Lane. u
The telephone bell rang at his desk.
He bent forward and put the receiver
TO his ear As he hung up the re-
ceiver a clerk entered.
"Will you have the cash nowT" the
employee asked.
ain few minutes"
No sooner had the clerk made his
exit when a messenger boy entered,
bearing telegram. Valentine tore
II open. apologizing 10 Rose as 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 BUSH
ness would not continue all day she
would return. Valentine assured her
that in q 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.
But Valentine did not notice it. He
did not see it, 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 unsubdued excitement,
crept across his face. Wonderingly
she softly closed the door. \ few
steps carried her before Valentine.
who looked up in surprise, thinking
she had gone.
What is it-that telegram" she
gaspcd. It's bad news for you-very
bad" she went on. II must know"
Valentine. undergoing a pronounced
shock owing to the contents of the
message which he 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 little business tangle-that
is all"
He stepped out from behind his
desk, crumpling the fateful telegram
In his hand, and gently led the girl to
| the door. Remember" he said, 1
have an engagement with you in
half hour"
81 will remember"
Unconvinced. mystified 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 it and flattened the
wrinkled telegram before him. Again
| he read it from end to end:
Look out" he read. Doyle will be
in town this afternoon at 4 to see you
about an important matter"
The assistant cashier dropped his
chin into his palm and stared vacant
ly at the opposite wall.
"Doyle" he muttered George
Doyle. He said he'd get me if it took
ten years-a lifetime. Well. perhaps
he 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 in
me-"
Valentine leaned back meditatively
in his chair. The fatal telegram drop
| ped unheeded to the floor. His mouth
set determinedly. 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 a desperate enter
| prise.
| He would give George Doyle race,
that he 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 button. A clerk entered The as
sistant cashier hesitated a moment.
then spoke quickly.
'rell the Waterman TO come here"
he directed.
The clerk nodded and went out in
search of Red Fanagan-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 10 Ego it
straight"
Flanagan must be told OF the COM
ing Of Doyle, who was his sworn enc