The record. [volume] (St. Maries, Idaho) 1913-1918, 1914-11-06

In reply Norton took from his pocket
two bits Of pasteboard and laid them
on the desk. Il know you'd be want
ing something HE this"
"Ringsidel" cried Grannis. "You re-
porters are lucky devils!'
I'D go myself if there was any
earthly chance Of real scrap. You /
make me laugh, Gran You're always /
going, always hoping the next one will
be real one. But it's all bunk. The
pugs are the biggest takers on top the
sod. They've got US newspaper men |
done to a FRAGILE"
Il guess you're right. Well. count
on me regarding that mysterious
bundle in the safe"
AT three o'clock this afternoon I
want you to call me up. If no one has
called, why the game is up. But If
some one does come around and make
inquiries, don't fail to let me know"
an be here till five. I'd better call
you up then"
Then Norton returned home and
idled about till afternoon. He went
over to Riverdale. Five times he
walked up and down the front of the
Hargreave place, finally plucked up
his courage and walked to the door.
After all, he was a lucky mortal. He
had a good excuse to visit this house
every day in the week. And there was
something tantalizing In the risk he
took. Besides, he wanted to prove to
himself whether 1t was a passing fancy
fhaf - no rfo
with humans; we never see sign
Fresh Paint" that we don't have to
prove 1t.
He chatted with Florence for
while and found that, for all she might
be guileless to the world, she was a
good linguist, a fine musician, and
talked with remarkable keenness
about books and arts. But unless he
reused her, the sadness of her position
always lay written in her face. 1t was
not difficult for him to conjure up her
dreams in coming to the city and the
blow which, like a bolt of lightning
from clear sky. had shattered them
ruthlessly.
you must come every day and tell
me how you have progressed" she
said
"Ill obey that order gladly, when
ever l can possibly do it. My visits
will always be short"
THAT is not necessary"
NO." said Norton in his heart, but
it is wise."
Always he found Jones waiting for
him at the door, always in the shadow.
| "WeH?" the butler whispered
81 have laid neat trap. Whether
this balloon was the one that left the
top of this house l don't know. But If
there were two men in 1t, one of them
| lies at the bottom Of the sea-"
| And the man foundg The buffers
Il voice was tense
II 1T was not Hargreave. I met Orts
II but once, and as he wore beard then
II the captains description did not tally
II with your recollection"
II THANK Godl But what is this trap?'
II II propose to find out by it who Il
II back of all this, who Hargreave's rea
ii enemies are"
III Norton returned to his rooms, there
II to await the call from Grannis. HI
III was sorry, but If Jones would not taxi
II him into his fullest confidence, HI
II must hold himself to blame for an,
II blunder he (Norton) made. OF course
he could readily understand Jones
angle of vision. He knew nothing 0
II the general run Of reporters; he hat
heard Of them by rumor and distruste'
4 them. He was not aware of the fac
that the average reporter carries NOR
I'll secrets in his head than a prime min
lister. It was, then, UP to him to Sc
about to allay this distrust and gal
the mans complete confidence.
Meanwhile that same morning
4 pretty young woman boarded tn
Il Orient and asked to be led to the cal
u tain. Her eyes we're red; she ha
evidently been weeping. When n
It captain. susceptible like all sailors
saw her his promises to Norton too
wings.
D. This is Captain Hagan7" she aske'
" balling the handkerchief she held !
her hand.
Yes, miss. What can do for you
TO He put his hands embarrassedly int
NJ his pockets-and felt the crisp bill
But for that magic touch he woul
have forgotten his lines. He square
rIx his shoulders.
Il have every assurance that II
a? man you picked up at sea is my fathe
vt ! am Florence Hargreave. Tell n
everything"
in The captains very laundering d
ceived her. And then he hustle
ar down the gang-plank and headed f
nv that warehouse. He had a packal
nm which he was as tender of as If
,,s had been dynamite"
IN Thank you'll" impulsively.
in "A man has to do his duty. miss.
sailors always glad to rescue a mi
ma at sea-" awkwardly.
When she finally went down &
tho ofrrh Tho 10 rfofr, haoxy