The Ocala banner. (Ocala, Marion County, Fla.) 1883-194?, 1914-10-30
IheMi|ionDoIafM Mystery
By HAROLD MAC GRATH
illustrated from Scenes IN the Photo Drama Of the
Same Name b. the Th0nhouser Film Company
(Copyright, 1914. by Harold AacGrathl

He laughed. "Wrinkles!" She could
talk of wrinkles!
's1'hey are more important than you
think. Every morning I rub out the
wrinkle I go to bed with"
Il wish you could rub out the gen.
eral stupidity which is wrinkling my
brain. I've made three moves and
failed in each. What's come over
me?"
Perhaps you've had too many sue
cesses. The wheel of chance is al
ways turning around"
MAY smoker"
Thanks. At least it proves you still
have some consideration for me. You
would smoke whether it was agreeable
or not. But like the odor of good
cigar. And it always helps you to
think"
Braine lit the cigar and began his
customary pacing. At length he
paused.
Suppose we have a real old-fash-
toned coaching party out to the old
mansion we know about?"
And what shall we do there?"
Make the mansion an enchanted
castle where sometimes people who
enter can't get out. Do you think you
could get her to go?'
Il can try"
"Olga, / must have that girl; and l
must have her soon. Sometimes / find
myself nightly puzzled over the
whole thing. If Hargreave is alive,
why doesn't he turn up now that it's
practically known that his daughter
presides over his household? I might
Hargreave is really afraid of nothing
Where is the man with the five thou.
sand, picked up at sea? What was
the reason for Jones carrying that box
cut in broad daylight? Who is the
chap watching across the street?
Sometimes I believe in my soul-if
have one!-that Hargreave is playing
with us, playing! Well,' fiinging the
half consumed cigar into the crate.
''the Black Hundred always goes for
ward. win or lose, and never forgets.'
1--WE are a fine pair!" said the wo
man bitterly.
I'VE are exactly what fate intended
us to be. They wrote you down in the
book as a beautiful body with
crooked mind. They wrote me dowr
as the devil, doomed to roam earth's
top till I'm killed"
KILLED."
why, yes. I'm not the kind OF
chap who dies in bed, surrounded By
the weeping members of the family,
doctor, nurse, and priest. I'm
scoundrel; but it has this saving
grace, enjoy being scoundrel. Now,
I'm going up to the club. There's
nothing like a game of billiards or
chess to smooth that wrinkle which
seems to worry you"
In the great newspaper Office there
was a mighty racket. Midnight al
ways means pandemonium in the
city room of a metropolitan daily
Copy boys were rushing to and fro.
messengers and printers with sticky
galleys in their hands; reporters were
banging away at their typewriters,
and intermingling you could hear the
ceaseless clickety-click from the tele
graph room.
The managing editor came out of
his Office and approached the desk OF
the night city editor.
Editorial page gone DOWN."
Twenty minutes ago." said the
night city editor.
Il wanted stick on that Panama
rumpus"
"Too late"
Where's Jim Norton?"
"At the chamber of commerce ban
quet. The major is going to throw
bomb into the enemy's camp"
Nothing on the Hargreave stuff"
mo. Guess I'd better put that in
the cubbyhole. He's dead"
mo will found yet?'
Not a piece as big as a postage
stamp"
THAT will leave the girl in tough
place. No will, no birth certificate;
and, worst of all. no photograph of
the old man himself. | don't see why
Jim sidestepped this affair. He the
only man in town who knew anything
about Hargreave."
| "He hasn't given it up; but he wants
to cover it on his own, turn the yarn
! over when he's got it, no false alarms "a
"Ah! So that's the gamer"
"Yes; and Jim is the sort every pa
| per needs. When the time comes the
story turns up, if there is one Here
he is now. Looks like an actor Il the
fourth act of a drama. Good-looking
chap, though"
Norton came in through the outer
gates. He was in evening clothes, top
hat. A dead cigarette dangled be-
tween his lips.
How much do you want?" asked the
night city editor.
| Column and half"