White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1914-08-30

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Il propose to find out by 1t who Ii
back of all this. who Hargreave's
real enemies are"
Norton returned to his rooms,
there to await the call from Grannis.
He was sorry. but IL Jones would not
take him into his fullest confidence.
he must hold himself to blame for
any blunder he lNorton) made. OF
course, he could readily understand
Jones angle of vision. He knew
nothing of the general run OF re-
porters; he had heard of them by
rumor and distrusted them. He was
not aware of the fact that the
average reporter carries nor Sc
crets in his head than a prime min
lister. 1t was. then. up to him to set
about to alIay this distrust and gain
the mans complete confidence.
Meanwhile that same morning a
pretty young woman boarded the
Orient and asked to be led to the
captain. Her eyes were red; she had
evidently been weeping. When the
captain. susceptible like all sailors.
saw her his promises to Norton took
wings.
''This is Capt. Hagan?" she ask
ed. balling the handkerchief she held
in her hand.
Yes, miss. What can I do for
your" He put his hands embarras-
sedly into his pockets-and felt the
crisp bills. But for that magic touch
he would have forgotten his lines.
He squared his shoulders.
Il have every assurance that the
man you picked up at sea Is my
father. I am Florence Hargreave.
Tell me everything"
The captains very laundering de-
ceived her. And then he hustled
down the gang-plank and headed for
that warehouse. He had a package
which he was as tender of as il it
mad been dynamite
iudHh sOus iuuputSfsciys
"A man has to do his duty. miss.
A sailors always glad to rescue a
man at sea- awkwardly.
When she finally went down the
~gang-plank the sigh the captain
heaved was almost as loud as the
exhaust from the donkey engines
which were working out the crates
Of lemons from the hold.
Maybe she is his daughter: but
two hundred is two hundred, and
I'm a poor sailorman.".
Then Grannis came in for his
troubles. What was a chap to do
when a pretty girl appeals to him?
81 am sorry. miss. but can't give
you that package. | gave the man a
receipt and till it is presented to me
the package must remain in yonder
safe. You understand enough about
solicit the job. 1t was thrust upon
me. Id give a hundred dollars II
the blame thing was out of my safe.
You say IL Is your fortune. That
hasn't been proved. 1t may be gun
powder. dynamite. I'm sorry. but
you will have to find your father and
bring the receipt.
The young woman left the ware
house. dabbling her eyes with the
sodden handkerchief.
Il wonder" unused Grannis. as he
watched her from the window. i
wonder what the deuce that chap
Norton is up to. The girl might have
been his daughter.
Good Lord. what an ass | am.
There wasn't any mani" And so he
reached over for the telephone.
Immediately upon receipt of the
message the reporter set his ma
chinery in motion.
On the morrow the newspapers had
Iscareheads about an attempt to rob
the Duffy warehouse. Ii appeared
that the police had been tipped be-
forehand and were on the grounds in
time to gather in several notorious
gunner. who. under pressure of the
third degree. vowed that they had
been hired and paid by a man in a
mask and had not the slightest idea
what he wanted them to raid.
Norton was in a fine temper. AT
ter all his careful planning. he had
gained nothing, absolutely nothing.
But wait; he had gained something
the bitter enmity of a cunning and
desperate man. who had been forced
to remain hidden under the pier till
almost dawn.
(To Be Continued.)