The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1914-10-09

face.
who is your friend, Norton?"
Braine asked %indiferently, his head
still unturned.
Stanley Hargreave. Met him in
Hongkong when l was sent over to
handle a part OF the revolution. War
correspondence stuff. First time
ever ran across him on Broadway at
night. We've since had some pow
vows over some rare books. Queer
old cock; brave as a lion, but as quiet
as q mouse"
"Bookish, Ell? My kind. Bring him
over" Underneath the table Bralne
Unanswered to touch the foot Of the
princess.
81 don't know" said the reporter
obviously. He might say no, and
that would embarrass the whole lot Of
US. He's a bit Of a hermit. Pm sur
prised to see him here"
Try" urged the princess. Il like
to meet men who are hermits."
81 haven't the least doubt about
that" the reporter laughed. I'll try;
but don't blame me if I'm rebuffed."
He left the table with evident re-
luctance and approached Hargreave,
The two shook hands cordially, for the
elder man was rather fond Of this
medley of information known as jim
Norton.
"Sit down, boy; sit down. You're
Just the kind of a man I've been want
ing to talk to tonight"
Wouldn't you rather talk to a pref
ty woman?"
I'm an old man."
Bah! That's a hypocritical BLUM,
and you know it. My friends at the
next table have asked me to bring
you over"
81 do not usually care to meet
strangers"
Make an exception this once" said
the reporter, who had seen Braine's
eyes change and was curious to know
why the appearance Of Hargreave in
the mirror had brought about that
metally CLEAN. Here were two
unique men; he desired to see then
face to face.
This once. My fault; 1 ought moi
to be here; l feel out Of place. WhaI
a life, though, you reporters lead! tt
meet kings and presidents and grea'
fnanciers, socialists and anarch
lists, the whole scale Of life, and Il
slap these people on the back as !
they we're everyday friends!"
Now you're making fun Of me. Fo,
one king there are always twent!
thick brogans ready to kick me dow
the steps; don't forget that"
Hargreave laughed. Come, then
let us get 1t wei with"
The i~ntroductions were made. MOI
) ton felt rather chagrined. So far a
he could see, the two men were tota
strangers. Well, it was all in tn
game. Nine out of ten o%pportunitie
for the big story we're fake alarms
but he was always willing to risk tn
labor these nine entailed for the SAX
of the tenth.
At length Braine glanced at hi
: watch, and the princess nodded
. Adieux were said. Inside the taxica
:, Braine leaned back with a deep, au(
ible sigh.
what it is?" she asked.
"The luck OF the devils own" h
said. Child of the Steppes, for year
K I've flown about seas and continents
through valleys and over mountains
/ for what? For the sight Of the fac
d of that man we have just left. A
@ first glance l wasn't sure; but tn
sound Of his voice was enough. Olgi
= the next time you see that reporte.
throw your arms around his neck an
L kiss him. What did tell you? Wit
h out Norton's help I would not hay
n been sure. Pm going to leave you
G your apartment"
h "The man of the Black Hundred
IS she whispered.
IT 1.-THE man who deserted and deh'
the Black Hundred, who broke h
or VOWS, and never paid a kopeck fl
10 the privilege; the mar who had be,
appointed for the supreme work al
1: who a away. In those days we nee
I'd ed men Of his stamp, and to acco.
plish this end. . ="
re- There was a woman" she int
of rupted, with a touch of bitterness.
always the woman. And she "
as clever and handsome as you ar
er Thanks. Sometimes
m "Ah, yesl" ironically, "Sometin
.er you wish you could settle down, maj
ne and have a family! Your domestic
would last about a month"
he She made no retort because she r
of ognized the truth Of this statement
There's an emerald l know Of"
on. said ruminatively. TITS quite ?
sible that you may be wearing It wi
in q few days"
ed. Il am mad oyer them. There
an something in the green stone that
cinates me. l can't resist It"
air. That's because, somewhere in
a far past, your ancestors were or
nos tails. Here we are. I'll BEE you
of morrow. I must hurry. Good-nigl
INK. She stood on the curb for a nom
me. and watched the taxicab as It Will
~ around a nnrnnr Tho man hnlh