The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1914-08-29
(Continued.)1
eHAPgER IL.
The Lean In the Dark.

! CHAPTER TX.
The Leap In the Dark.
|, So far as Jones was concarned, b,
was rather pleased with the turn O
affairs. This was no time for love
making; no time for silly, innocuou,
duarrels and chickering's, in which low
must indulge or die. Florence n,
longer rode horseback, and Norton re-
turned TO his accustomed haunts
where no one made the slightest at,
tempt upon his life. In his present
state Of mind he would have welcomed
lit.
Whats the matterswith Jlm% asked
the night city editor. raising his eye
shade.
T don't know answered the copy
Goes around as IL he'd been eating
n dope; bumped into the boss while
lago and never stopped to apologize.' =
tiPerhaps he's mapping out the front
page for that Hargreaye stun" laugh
FED the COPY reader, "RetYeen you
and me and the gate post, don't be-
Ilieye there ever was a man by the
name Of Hargrease.n
A 20, there was a chap by that name,
lall right. He's dead. A man can't
swim 500 miles In rough water, life
l;bpoy or no. They ought to have fun
leral services, and let it go at that.
But what was The reason for that
4 fake cable from Gibraltar saying that
Iorts was aliye7 / don't see any sense
In that S. ~ :
THE man who pulled 1t OF did.
think, for my part, that both orts and
4 Hargreaye are dead, and that the man
4 picked up by the tramp steamer Orient
was riding some other balloon"
you're wrong there. The descrip-
ton OF 1t proved that 1t was 0rts' ma
chine. o, Jim probably has got a
mans size yarn UP his sleeve, but he's
q long time IN delivering the goods.
He's beginning to NOPE a good deal.
Woman back of it somewhere. Haven't
held down this copy Job for twelve
years without being able to make some
tolerable guesses. Jim's star man.
When he gets started nothing can
stop him. He covered the Chinese
Boxer rebellion better than any other
CORRESPONDENT there. wonder how
old he Isl"
20, ! should say about thirty-one
or two. Here he comes now. .Lo,
Jim;r
Hello! Where's Ford? He gave
me q ticket to the theater tonight and
want to punch his head. What's
drama coming to, anyhow? Cigarets
and booze and mismated couples. Can't
they find good enough things out n
doors? o, know. They cater to a
lot Of fools who believe that what
they see is an expression of high life
In New York and london And it's
rot, plain rot. It's merely the scum
on the boiling pot. And any old house,
wife would skim 1t of and chuck il
into the slops. Life? Pifle!"
What's the grouche"
Looking for the dramatic job?"
No. I've just been wondering how
far these theatrical managers can 20
without Sitting the golden goose"
Norton sought his desk and began
rummaging the drawers. He was moi
hunting for anything; he was merely
passing away the time. BY and by.
when the pastime no longer served
he pulled his chair over to the window
and sat down, staring at stars such
as copernicqs never dreamed OF. Ships
going down to sea, ferries swoopine
diagonally hither and thither, the
clockwork signs; but he took not note
OF these marvels Of light. "f7ffl
Not at home!" he muttered.
He had called, written, felephoned.
No use. The door remained shut.
Jones answered the telephone. and
the letters came back. He began "a
think very deeply concerning the PERT
gof woman. Had she played a trick ?
Had that fainting spell been bun
combe for his benefit as we'll as Flor
eacets? But he had not a shadow of
a proof. The thing that puzzled him
equally with this was that all at
tempts against his life had miraeu-
lousy ceased; no safes, thundered
down In front Of him. aud no autos
tried to carve him In two. The only
thing that kept him active was the
daily call Of Jones by wire. Miss
Florence was we'll; that was ali Jonss
was permitted to say.
Restlessly Norton spurned his chair
and walked over to the telephone
booth. It was midnight He might or
might not be able to get Jones. But
almost 81 Instantly voice said, what
"Jones?'
Yes. Who is it?',
Norton"
why, you called me up not ten
minute ago."
mot I!n
RIO he continues