The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1914-08-01

mind what his name was then-till Hargreave
came into the fold. So sure of her was L
that l used her as a lure to bring him to us.
She fell in love with him, but too late to warn
him. I had the satisfaction of seeing him
cast her aside, curse her, and leave her. In
one thing she fooled us all. 1 never knew of
the child till you told me-"
He paused to light a cigaret.
"HargreaVe was madly in love with her.
He cursed her, but he came back to the house
to forgive her, to find that she had been seized
by the secret police and entombed in the
fortress. I had my revenge. 1t was l who
sent in the information, practically bogus.
But in Russia they never question; they act
and forget. So he had a daughter!"
He began pacing the floor, his hands be-
hind his back and the woman watched him,
oscillating between love and fear. He came
to a halt abruptly and looked down at her.
Don't worry. You have no rival. I'll
leave the daughter to your tender mercies.
"The butler" she said, "has full powers
of attorney to act for Hargreave while alb
sent, up to the day the girl becomes of legal
age"
III keep an eye on our friend Jones.
From now on, day and night, there will be
a cat at the k~nothole, and ware mouse Could
you make up anything like this girl?" sud
denly.
"a fair likeness"
ID it. Go to that ship which picked up
the man at sea and quiz the captain. Either
the aviator or Hargreave is alive. It is i'm
portant to learn which at once. Be very care
ful; play the game as only you know how to
play it. And if Hargreave is alive, we win.
Tomorrow morning, early. Tears Of anguish,
and all that. Sailors are easy when a woman
weeps. No color, remember; just the yellow
wig and the salient features. Now, by-byl"
Aren't you going to kiss me, Leo?"
He caught her hands. There is a species
Of Delilah about you, Olga. A kiss tonight
from your lips would snip my locks; and I
need a clear head. Whether we fail or win,
when this game is played you shall be my
wife, He kissed the hands and strobe out
into the hall.
The woman gaEed Town at her small white
hands and smiled tenderly. (The tigress has
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She went into her dressing room and for
an hour or more worked over her face and
hair, till she was certain that If the captain
OF the ship described her TO any one else he
could not fail to give q fair description Of
Florence HargreaVe.
But Norton reached the captain first. Other
reporters had besieged him, but they had sue
ceeded in gathering the vaguest kind of in
formation. They had no description of Har-
greave, while Norton had. Before going down
to the boat, however, he had delved into the
past Of the Princess Olga Perigof. It cost
him a pocketful Of money, but the end justified
the means. The princess had no past worth
mentioning. By piecing this and that. together
ne became assured that she had told the sim
pie truth regarding the relationship to Flor
ence's mother. A cablegram had given him
all the facts in her history there were no
gaps or discrepancies. It read clear and frank.
Trust a Russian secret, agent to know what
he was talking about.
So Norton's suspicions-and he had enter
tanned some--wers completely lulled to sleep.
And he wouldn't have doubted her at all ex-