Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-07-07

An. SAID the pIlnceSSs lllcIeSlSu-
1t was the old compliment, said in an
unusual way. 1t pleased her.
The reporter sank into a chair.
When inactive he was rather a
dreamy eyed sort of chap. He pos
sessed that rare accomplishment of
talking upon one subject and think
ing upon another at the same time.
So, while he talked gayly with the
young woman on varied themes. his
thoughts were busy specializing upon
her companion. He was quite certain
that the name Braine was assumed,
but he was also equally certain that
the man carried an extraordinary
brain under his thatch of salt and
pepper hair. The man had written
three or four brilliant monographs
on poisons and the uses of radium.
and it was through and by these that
the reporter had managed to pick up
his acquaintance. He lived well, but
inconspicuously
Suddenly the pupils of Braines eyes
narrowed; the eye became cold. Over
the smoke of his cigarette he was
looking into the wall mirror. A man
had passed behind him and sat down
at the next table. Still gazing into
the mirror, Braine saw Norton wave
his hand; saw also the open wonder
ON the reporters pleasant face.
who is your friend, Norton3
Braine asked indifferently, his head
still unturned.
STANLEY Hargreave. Met him in
Hongkong when | was sent over TO
handle a part of the revolution. War
correspondence stuff. First time l
ever ran across him on Broadway at
night We've since had some pow
vows over some rare books. Queer
old cock brave as lion, but as quiet
as mouse"
'.Bookish, Ell? My kind. Bring him
over"
Underneath the table Braine ma
noeuvred to touch the foot of the
princess.
II don't know" said the reporter
obviously Gle might say no, and
that would embarrass the whole lot
of us He's bit of hermit. I'm
surprised 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. TN try:
but don't blame me IL I'm rebuned-
He left the table with evident re-
mctance and approached Hargreave
The two shook hands cordially, Tor
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
wanting to talk to tonight"
wouldn't you rather talk to a
pretty woman?"
''I'm an old man"
| "Bahl That's a hypocritical blum,
and you know it. My friends at the
next table have asked me to bring
you over.
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 them face to
face.
This once. My fault; ought not
to be here; feel out Of place. What
a life, though, you reporters lead!
To meet kings and presidents and
great financiers, Socialists and an
to slap these people on the back as IL
they were everyday friendsi"
NOW you're making fun of me.
For one king there are always TWEEN
ty thick brogans ready to kick me
down the steps; don't forget that"
Hargreave laughed. Come, then;
let JUS get it over with"
The introductions were made. Nor
ton felt rather chagrined. So far
as he could see the two men were
total strangers. Well, 1t was all in
the game. Nine out of ten oppor-
tunities for the big story were fake
49, H.. wrr411 fr.rx %. II et
the labor these nine entailed for the
sake of the tenth.
At length Braine glanced at his
watch, and the princess nodded.
Adieux were said Ir-de the taxicab
Braine leaned back with q deep, audi
Bile sigh.
What is it?", she asked.
"The luck of the DEVILS own" he
said. "Child of the Steppes, for years
I've flown about seas and continents
through valleys and over mountains
| for what? For the sight of the face
of that man we have Just left. At
first glance | wasn't sure; but the
sound of his voice was enough. Olga.
the next time you see that reporter
throw your arms around his neck and
kiss him. What did tell you? With
out Norton's help / would not have
been sure. I'm going to leave you
at your apartment"
"The man of the Black Hundred?"
she whispered.
1.-THE man who deserted and defled
the Black Hundred, who broke his
VOWS, and never paid a kopeck for
the privilege: the man who had been
appointed for the supreme work and
who ran away. In those days we
needed men of his stamp. and to ac-
complish this end.
There was woman she inter-
rupted, with a touch of bitterness.
Always the woman And she was
as clever aud handsome as you are"
Thanks. Sometimes