Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-11-21

hand to hand fight followed; and the cleaH
life of the reporter told
There, my angelic friend, believe thsa
the game is up. There is one shot left in
this automatic. If you make any ATTEMPT
to escape, I'll let you have it; not to kill
but to disable. You and your precious
countess will sail tomorrow morning for the
Baltic, and from there you will 20 to the lead
mines" He dragged his prisoner toward
the house.
Your troubles are over, my child" said
Hargreave, as he pressed Florence to his
heart.
And mine have begun" murmured th6
countess. But / have still one shot"
The police stood encirGlng her. CalnI1
she opened her handbag and took out hed
handkerchief. 1t was a thick and heavy
silk one. Swiftly she unscrewed the top Of
her walking stick Gt will be seen now that
the carrying OF it was not an affectationD,
extracted q vial and threw It violently to
the floor An overpowering sweet odor filed
the room. Jones, knowing how deeply
versed Braine was in oriental poisons and
narcotics, made desperate but futile effort
liquid; but even in the effort he felt his
senses going. The last he was conscious Of
was mocking laugh.
But the entrance Of Jim, dragging Braina
after him, shocked all the banter out of the
countess. She turned and rushed madly
for the stairs, without having the least idea
how she was to manage an escape from the
upper stories. She had thought Braine free.
As she few up the steps all the past re-
turned, all her warnings to that stubborn
man. This was the end Russia!
The horrors of the cold and the deadly
damps of the mines forever
Jim, still holding the battered conspira-
tor. watched her fight in amazement He
could not understandable he pushed Braine
into the library and the vanishing odor as
sailed his nostrils. What these fumes were
he was never to know, but they proved to
be transitory. Five minutes suficed to bring
all back to their senses. For the while they
forgot Olga.
This man is mine," said Servan, noddinR
toward Braine.
He's yours without charge" said Jim,
Z" am an American citizen" said Braine,
who, realizing what the future held, readily
preferred long prison term in America to
the horrors of Russian exile.
;" Your certificate has been destroyed" said
Servan, land the state department consid-
ers your papers void because you obtained
them under false oaths. You are an unde.
sirable citizen and the republic is happy to
learn that you will be taken off its hands,"
A nd AZ
laid too many mines in the blackmailins
business, and the government does not pro-
pose to have them made known to the pub
lie through long and useless trial. It was
a long run, old top but right is right. And
by the way, | want you to meet Mr.. jed
son, formerly of Scotland Yard
He indicated Jones, who started.
Yes" went the reporter, al recog,
rized him long ago."
1t is true" said Hargreave, taking Jones'
hand in his own. Fifteen years ago | en-
ployed him to watch my affairs, and very
well has he done so. And to YOU, you
wretch" turning upon the haggard Braine,
listen: there is million, and you have
been within foot of it dozen times II
has been under your very uose. Do you
remember Poe's 'Purloined Letter.? Ia!
Under your very nose, within touch of your
hand! Now, take him away, Mr. Servan.
The police will be satisfied with the pris-
they have"
So, presently, HaTgreave, Jones, Florence
and Jim were alone That smile which had
revealed to Florence her fathers identity
stole over his face again. He put his hand
on Jinl's shoulder and beckoued to Flor
ence.
Are you really anxious to marry this
young man?"
Florence nodded
Well, then, do so. And 90 to Europs
with him on your honeymoon; and as a
wedding present to you both, for every
dollar that he has I will add a hundred:
and when you get tired of travel you will
both come back here to live. The Black
Hundred has ceased to exist"
And now," said Jones, shaking his shoul-
ders.
Well?' said Hargreave
My business is done. Still" Jones
paused.
Go on said Hargreave soberly.
Well, the truth is. sir, I've grown used
to you And il you'll let me play the butler
till the end shall be most happy"
was going to suggest it,"
Norton took Florence by the hand and
drew her away.
Where are you taking me?" she asked.
I'm going to take this pretty hand OF
yours and put it fat upon $1000,O00. And
if you don't believe it, follow me-
She followed.
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