Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1914-10-03

fore had been his desk mate. He really
began the first chapter Of n novel: hut
that has nothing 10 do with this history.
Already. then. The chess IRE one, more
on the board. and il j. the move al the
Black Hundred.
The day was rather cloudy. Jones
viewed the sky YEARLY. lie could hear
Florence playing rather a cheerless noe
turne by Chopin. Fourteen weeks ago this
warfare had begun. and all he had accom-
plished, he and those with him. was the
death or incarceration Of a few inconse-
quent member Of the Black Hundred
Always they had struck and always he had
TO ward of. lie had always been o. the
defensive: and n defensive fighter may
last a long while. but he seldom wins: and
the butler knew that they must win or 20
down in bitter defeat. There was No half
way route TO the end: there could be- no
draw. Ii all reminded him Of thunder
bolts; one man knew where they were GO
ing to strike.
The telephone rang: al the same mo-
ment Florence left the piano. She stopped
at the threshold.
"Hello, Youl Where have Won been.
What has happened"
"Who j. it, asked Florence, stepping
forward.
Jones held up q warning hand. and Flor
ence paused.
"Yes, yes: ] hear perfectly. q! You've
been working ont their new quarters:
Good, good! But be very careful. sir. One
never knows what may happen. They have
been quiet for some time now. : All
You can't work the ceiling this time,
Window over the way. Very good. sir.
But be careful"
The word "~ir" caught Florence's At
%tention. She ran Ia Jones and seized him
by the arm.
"Who wa~ that!" she cried. a. he turn
ed away from the telephone.
"Whve"
'You said sir"
Jones eyes widened. "Idide"
"Yes. and its the first time ever
heard YOU use II over the telephone. Jones.
YOU were talking 10 my father"
please. Miss Florence, do not ask me
any questions. | can not answer any. Il
dare not" Ht
but II should command. upon the
pain Of dismi,sal." coldly.
"Ah. Miss Florence" and Jones tapped
his pocket. "your forget that you can not
dismiss me by word. ! am legally in con
troll here. am sorry that Won have made
me recall this fact to you.' XIX .A
Florence began to cry softly. 4HHhN
Il am sorry, very sorry" said the hut
Ter. torn between the desire TO comfort her
and the law he had laid down for himself.
I'll ! very gloomy today. and perhaps we
are all q little depressed nv il. am
sorry"
20. ] realize, Jones. that all this unend-
ing mystery and secrecy nave n set pur-
pose al back. Only. IL does Just seem as
If ! should 20 mad sometimes with wait
ing and wondering"
AND ii the truth must be told, il i the
same with me. We have Ia wait for them
to strike. Shall ! get YOU something new
10 read am going down to the drug
store and they have a circulating library"
Get me anything YOU please. But I'd
feel better with a little sunshine
That's universal" replied Jones. going
INTO the hall for his hat.
Had the telephone rung again nj that
moment il i quite probable that the day
would have come 20 0 close as the day he
fore had. monoiononSy. En-; the ring
came five minutes after Jones had left the
house.
rs this the Hargreave places"
Yes" said Florence. "Nho i it9"
This i Miss Harereave talkinge"
YES
This i DIR. Morse. nm al the Queen
hotel. Mr.. Norton has been badly hurt.
and he wants YOU and Mr.. Jones to ZONE
al once. We can not tell lust now how
serious the INJURY J.. lie i just conscious.
Shall ! tell him you will come imme-
diately."
"Yes. yesr'
Florence snapped the receiver on the
hook. She wanted % flv. fly. He was
hurt. How. when. where.
">usan. SUSAN" she called.
What i 1t. Florence." asked Susan.
running into the room.
Jim i badly hurt. H. wants ne ~
come ~ once. o.. Susan. I've been
dFeadrns something al dav long" Flor
encc struck the maids hell. my wraps.
You will 20 with me. Susan"
Where. Miss Florence," asked the
maid. alive t. her duty.
Where! What j. that ~ vone- de-
handed Florence. who did not know that
tins maid was "A detective