Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1914-11-26

hihP obSSlt IuTOD WIFI LuC
wild, free pulse OF life and Joy as in
such moments as these, when his
fortune, his clubs, and his friends
were thousand miles away, and he
stood on the edge of the big northern
Unknown.
AS he had slept through the train
mems dinner hour, he was hungry as
wolf, and lost no time seating him
self In warm corner of the low,
log-ceilinged dining-room of the Lit
tie Saskatchewan. Although a
quarter of an hour early, he had
hardly placed himself at his table
when another person entered the
room. Casually he glanced up from
the two letters which he had spread
out before him. The one who had
followed him was woman. She had
turned sharply upon seeing him and
seated herself at the next table, her
back so toward him that he caught
only her half profile.
1t was enough to assure him that
she was young and pretty. On her
head she wore a turban of silver
lynx fur, and about this she had
drawn her glossy brown hair, which
shone like FURNISHED copper in the
bewitchingly coquettish knot low on
her neck, where it shone with a new
richness and new warmth with every
turn of her head. But not once did
she turn so that Philip could see
more than the tantalizing pink of her
cheek and the prettiness of her chin,
which at times was partly concealed
In collarette of the same silver
gray lynx fur
He ate his supper almost mechani-
cally, in spite of his hunger, for his
mind was deep in the mysterious
problem which confronted him. Half
| dozen times he broke in upon his
thoughts to glance at the girl at the
opposite table. Once he was sure
that she had been looking at him and
that she had turned just in time to
keep her face from him. He had al
most finished his supper when
movement at the other table drew
his eyes up squarely, and his heart
gave sudden Jump. The girl had
risen. She was facing him, and as
for an instant their eyes met she
hesitated as if she were on the point
of speaking. In that moment he
recognized her.
1t was the girl in the photograph,
older, more beautiful-the same soft.
sweet contour of face, the same dark
eyes that had looked at him in Mac
Gregor's office, filled with an indie
scribable sadness now. instead of the
laughing joy of .girlhood. In another
moment he would have responded to
ner hesitation, to the pathetic tremble
of her lips, but before words could
form themselves she had turned and
was gone. And yet at the door, even
as she disappeared, he saw her face
turned to him again, pleadingly, en-
treatingly, as if she knew his mission
and sent to him silent prayer for
| mercy
Thrusting back his chair, he caught
up his hat from rack and followed
through the low door out into the
night. Without hesitation his mind
had leaped to definite purpose He
would overtake her outside, intro
duce himself, and then perhaps he
would understand the conflicting or
ders of Inspector MacGregor.
The girl was passing swiftly down
the main street when he took up the
pursuit. Suddenly she turned into a
path dug through the snow that led
riverward Ahead of her there was
only the starlit gloom of night and
the distant blackness of the wilder
ness edge. Philips blood ran little
faster. She had expected that he
would follow, knew that he was close
behind her, and had turned down
into this deserted place that they
might not be observed! He made no
effort now to overtake her, but kept
the same distance between them,
whistling carelessly and knowing
that she would stop to wait for him.
Ahead of them there loomed up out
of the darkness a clump of sapling
spruce, and into their shadows the
girl disappeared.
A dozen PAGES more and Philip
himself was buried in the thick
gloom. He heard quick, light foot
steps in the snow crust ahead of him
Then there came another sound-a
step close behind him, noise Of dis
turbed brush, low voice which was
not that of woman, and before his
hand could slip to the holster at his
belt human form launched Itself
upon him from the side, and second
form from behind, and under their
weight he fell helpless heap into
the snow. Powerful hands wrenched
his arms behind his back and other
hands drew a cloth about his mouth
A stout cord was twisted around his
wrists, his legs were tied, and ther
his captors relieved him of theil