The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1914-12-30

Inc Introductions were Made
belonged to no clubs. Two months
was the longest time he had ever re-
NAMED in New York since the dis
posal of his old home in Madison
avenue and his resignation from his
clubs. This once. then, he would break
the law he had written down for
himself Boldly he entered the res
taurant.
Some time before Hargreave sur
rendered to the restless spirit of re-
bellion, bitterly to repent for it later,
there came into this restaurant man
and woman. They were both evil
IDENTIFY we'll known, for the head waiter
was obsequious and hurried them over
to the best table he had left and took
the order himself.
The man possessed a keen, intelli-
gent face. You might have marked
him for successful lawyer, for there
was an earnestness about his express
sion which precluded a life of idle
ness. His age might have been any
where between 40 and so. The Shout
ders were broad and the hands which
lay clasped upon the table were slim
but muscular. Indeed, everything
and vitality. His companion was
small, handsome, and animated. Her
frequent gestures and mutable eye
brows betrayed her foreign birth. Her
age was matter of importance to no
one but herself.
They were at coffee when she said:
There's a young man coming toward
us. He is looking at you"
The man turned. Instantly his face
lighted up with a friendly smile of
recognition.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"a chap worth knowing; a reporter
Just little out of the ordinary. I'm
going to introduce him. You never
can tell. We might need him some
day. All, Norton, how are you?"
Good evening, Mr.. Braine." The
reporter. catching sight Of a pair of
dazzling eyes, hesitated.
"The Princess Perigoff, Norton.
You're in no hurry, are your
mot now" smiled the reporter.
"Ah!" said the princess, interested.
1t was the old compliment, said In an
unusual way. 1t pleased her.
The reporter sank into chair.
When inactive ne was rather a
ireamy-eyed sort Of chap. He pos
zSessed that rare accomplishment Of
talking upon one subject and think
ing upon another at the same time.
So while he talked gayly with the
young woman on varied themes, his
thoughts were busy specializing upon
her companion. He was quite GER
tain that the name Braine was as
sumed. but he was also equally GER
tain that the man carried an ex-
traordinary brain under his thatch of
salt and pepper hair. The man had
written three or four brilliant mono
graphs on poisons and the uses of
radium, and 1t was through and by
these that the reporter had managed
to pick up his acquaintance. He lived
well. but inconspicuously.
Suddenly the pupils Of Braine's
eyes narrowed; the eye became cold.
Over the smoke of his cigarette he
was looking into the wall mirror. A
man had passed behind him and sat
down at the next table. Still gazing
into the mirror. Braine saw Norton
wave his hand; saw also the open
wonder on the reporters pleasant
face.
"Who is your friend Norton?"
Braine asked indifferently, his head
still unturned.
Stanley Hargreave. Met him in
Hongkong when | was sent over to
handle part Of the revolution War
correspondence stuff. First time
ever ran across him on Broadway at
night We've since had some pow
vows over some rare books. Queer
old cock; brave as lion, but as quiet
as a mouse"
"Bookish, Ell? My kind. Bring him
over" Underneath the table Braine
Unanswered to touch the foot of the
princess.
Il don't know" said the reporter
obviously. He might say no. and
that would embsrrass the whole lot Of
us. He's bit Of hermit. I'm sur.
prissd 70 SO him herr