Arizona republican., 1912-04-23
NIR. JOIN LUCK

and no address appended thereto.
 A waiter brought the card to the sittilg-rOom door of the suite of rooms which the semi-paralyZed gen tleman had engaged. and gave it to the valet. The valet took it in 10 his master, Mir. -, appropriately named by prophetic parents Napoleon Prince. Mir. Napoleon Prince was having breakfast. it being only eleven o'clock of a hot August morn ing His sister. small and slim. with her hair dressed la Josephine, and 2 high-waisted frock. so that together they looked rather like an impression of the First Empire. was with him at the table. He passed the card to her with a silent laugh-not a smile and she read the inscription. She bit into her red lower lip with little white teeth. and grew paler.
 Bring the gentleman up. Dapper," said Mir. Prince 10 the valet.
 Dapper. who was really one of those incomparables so rare among the class that ministers, a complete fool. had noticed nothing of the Josephine girls agitation. Descending to the lounge he found the visitor waiting in a seat beneath the palms. Mean while Napoleon was saying to his sis ter:
 There is really cause for nothing but amusement here. Ellen" tapping the card
 She smiled. and helped herself to peach.
 There was shown into the room tall, fair young man. burned red and brown by foreign suns. He wore fan nel shirt and brooches long boots the worse for wear. but ScrupulousIy pol ished, a softly flaming tie. and carried a cowboy hat in a manicured hand He had presumably made what con- sessions he was able to the conven- tions of a call by the boot-clcaning and the manicuring There was about him, in spite of the Colonial outfit. an air of English universities and creamy society. He stood just inside the door. and bowed. as if uncertain of his reception.
 You may go, Dapper" said Napo- leon to the servant, who withdrew.
 He leaned back on his wheel chair and looked at MT. John Luck by the door.
 Glad to see you. MT Luck" said he. Very glad indeed. Let me sec We met. I think about three weeks ago, in BUng Creek. a remarkably nasty little mining town iD North west Canada Will you breakfast. or have you bre2kfasted? Do come fur her in. sit down. and never mind the hour of your call I love informali- ties, You must have come over on the same boat as my sister and my self"
 "Steerage." said Luck, coming for ward. which accounts for our not meeting on board You had just re- lieved a friend of mine in Bung Creek of his responsibilities -
 Of the Barney Collection" said Napoleon. with his noiselcss laugh. Just so. And have you followed me 10 compel me 10 disgorge? That will not be possible I am afraid since the collection is already scattered among hundred dealers in Europe and Asia. It's value I may add is gath cred together, and lodged at my bank
 Luck put his elbows on the break fast table helped himself 10 fruit. bit into it. and replied. looking across at Napoleon from a pair of daredevil e..-cs
 Let the Barney Collection go hang want to be taken into part Ec~ship.
 Sapoleon did not reply but turned to his sister
 "Ellen, he asked shall we?'
 She nodded.
 "I told you in Bung Creek" she said 10 Luck. that you were a fool to scrape along on a peppercorn re mittanCe from home"
 Well take you into partnership Napoleon ; added His incaution about the arrangement was superb. "I'u put you al once on a trial job. I can plan. but can't always do. My infirmity renders me so helpless. as well as bringing me into consricuity. l We are not in London for nothing. 1 Ellen and I. as von may surmise We are never anywhere without purpose. l Tn this undertaking l shall be head. you my hands Ellen" II hope that Miss Prince" said Luck l quickly. may in future be able to avoid personal risks. Surely you 
 Napoleon looked at him with a l glance like the flight of an arrow.
 May be- may bel" he agreed. 'I see your view Meanwhile. will you work. if necessary. blindfold?' Luck asscnted.
 When know you better" said Ma 1 poeon, "I shall of course. give you l more confidence You're the kind of l man I like. I wouldn't work with a cad You are a gentleman. I don [ | want to know your story. or your antccodents You carry your birth mark. If the world has used you hardly. so much the better. You will have no scruples about hitting back as I hit Scruplcs of any sort must go-my partners may have honor. but not honesty; pride. Eut no prirei- ples: manners, no morals. Yol fol low me?'
 "I'm your man." replied Johnny Luck. simply.
 Undoubtedly you are" said Napo- leon Have you any money?"
 The question was asked az from one good fellow 10 another. and could not offend Luck shook his head. At 3 glance from her brother, Ellen van ished into an adjoining room, and re turned with a little sheaf Of bank l NopoIao1 colnCtnJ tr,-o