White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1914-11-22

he knew what was going to be fount
there. 1t was a letter on the back o
which was drawn the fatal Diaci
mask. With shaking fingers he tors
open the ~enyelop and read the COT
tents: Florence is now in oul
power. Only the surrender of the
million will ave her. Our agent viii
call In an hour for an nswer
THE BLACK HUNDRED"
As a matter of fact, they had want
ed Jones almost as badly as Florence
but her desire for a book-somt
popular story of the day-had saved
him from the net. The letter had
been written against this possibility
Jones became cool, now that he
knew just what danger to face. The
Queen hotel meant nothing. Flor
ence would not be taken there. He
called up Norton. 1t took all the
buffers patience, however. as 1t re-
CURED several different calls to To-
cate the reporter.
Meantime the taxicab containing
Florence and Susan spun madly to-
ward the water front. Here The two
were separated by an effective threat.
Florence recognized the man Vroon
and knew that TO plead for mercy
would be a waste of time. She per-
mitted herself to be led to a waiting
launch. Always when she disobeyed
Jones something like this happened
But this time they had cunningly
struck at her heart, and all thought
of her personal safety became as
nothing. For the present she knew
that she was in no actual physical
danger. She a merely to be held
as a hostage. Would Susan have
mentality enough to tell Jones where
the taxicab had stopped? She doubt
ed. In an emergency Susan had
proved herself a %nonentity. a bun
lde of hysterical thrills.
no q bIdttCf Vi idll. iOI Ou(E
Florence's deductions were happily
wrong. When the chauffeur perem-
torily deposited Susan on the lonely
country road. several miles from
home, she ran hot-foot TO the near
est telephone and sent a very concise
message home. Susan was becom-
ing acclimated to this strange ex-
citing existence.
Norton arrived in due time, and he
and Jones were mapping out a plan
when Susan's message
Good grit said Jones. shes
learning. Can YOU handle this alone,
Norton? They want me out of the
house again, for | believe they were
after me as well as Florence. Hall
IN hour gone,'
Trust me-" cried Norton.
And he raj out to his auto. Ii was
a wild ride. Several policemen
shouted after him. but he wen or
u~nmindful. They could take his H.
cense number a hundred times for al
he cared. So they had got her?
They could wait till their enemy's
vigilance Stacked and then would
strike? But Susan, The next time
he saw Susan he was going to take
her in his arms and kiss her. II
might he a sensation to kiss
Susan, always so prim and ofish
Corey street-that had been her di-
rection. They had put Florence in a
motor boat at the foot of Corey
street. He was perhaps half an hour
behind.
Florence never opened her lips
She stared ahead proudly. She
would show these scoundrels that she
was her fathers daughter. They
piled her with questions. but she pre-
tended not to hear.
well. pretty bird. we'll make you
speak when the time comes. We've
got you this trip where we want you
There won't be any jumping over.
board this session. believe me. We've
wasted time enough. We've got
YOU and we're going to keep you
Let her be-" said vroon morose
~. We'll put all the questions we
wish when we're at our destination. :
And he nodded significantly toward
the ships riding at anchor.
Florence felt her heart sink in
spite of her abundant courage. Were
they going to take her to sea again :!
She had acquired a horror of the sea,
50 big. so terrible. so strong. She
had had an experience with its sullen
power. They had gone about four
miles down when she looked back
longingly toward shore. Something
white seemed to be spinning over the
water far behind At first she could