Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-07-25

avail me. And there's a horrible thought al
ways of my not being his real daughter"
There's no doubt in my mind. 1 have
only to recall Katrina's face to know whose
child You are. But what will you live on?"
Here was a far greater mixup than she had
calculated upon. Supposing after all it was
only resemblance that the child was not
Hargreaves, a substitute just to blind the
Black Hundred? To keep them away from
the true daughter? Her mind grew bewil-
dered over such possibilities. The single and
only way to settle all doubts was to make
this child prisoner. If she was Hargreave's
true daughter he would come out of his hiding.
She heard Florence answering her ques-
ton: :" There is a sum of ten or twelve thou
sand in the Riverdale bank, under the control
of my fathers butler After that is gone,
don't know what will happen to us, Susan
and me-"
THE door of Miss Farlow's will always be
open to you, Florence" replied Susan, with
love in her eyes.
This interesting conversation was interrupt
dropping in during the late afternoon hours.
Florence liked him for two reasons. One was
that Jones trusted HIM to a certain extent
and the other was that that she
liked him. She finished this sentence in her
heart defantly.
Today he brought her box of beautiful
roses, and at the sight of them the princess
fa;n tl,o To-
She could have laughed. Here was her re-
venge against this meddler who took no par
ticuar notice of her while Florence was in
the room. She would encourage him, poor
grubbing newspaper writer, with his beggarly
pittance! What chance had he of marrying
this girl with millions within reach of her
hand?
The peculiar thing about this was that Nor
ton was entertaining the same thought at
the same time: what earthly chance had he?
In the second story window of the house
over the way there was a worried man. But
when his glasses brought in range the true
contents of the box he laughed sardonicaly.
"This watching is getting my goat. I
smell rat every time 1 see shadow" He
wiped the lenses of his opera glasses and pro-
ceeded to roll a cigaret.
When the princess and Norton went away
Jones stole quietly up to Florence's room and
threw up the curtain. Two round points of
light flashed from the watchers window, but
the saturnine smile on Jones' lips was not
observed. He went to the door, opened it
cautiously, hand to his ear. Then he closed
the door, turned back the rug and removed n
section OF the flooring. Out of this cavity he
raised a box There was lettering on the lid
in fact, the name of its owner, Stanley Har-
greave. Jones replaced the flooring, tucked
the box under his arm ard made his exit.
The man lounging in the shadow heard a
faint whistle. 1t was the signal agreed upon.
The man FELTON, ran across the street and
boldly rang the bell. 1t was only then that
Florence missed the ever present butler. She
hesitated, then sent Susan to the door.
"I must see Mr.. Jones upon vitality inn
portant business"
He has gone out" said Susan, and very
sensby closed the door before Felton's foot
succeeded in getting inside.
1t was time to act. He ran around to the
rear. The ladder convinced him that Jones
had tricked him. He was wild with rage. He
was over the wall in an instant. Away down
the back street his eye discovered his man in
full fight. He gave chase. AS he came to
the first corner he was nearly knocked over
by man coming the other way.
"Who are you humping into?" growled
FELTON,.
Not so fast, FELTON, "
Who the devil are your"
The stranger made sign which FELTON, In
stantly recognized.
Quick What has happened?"
Jones has the million and is making his
getaway. See him hiking toward the water
front?"
The two men began to run.
There followed a thrilling chase Jones
engaged a motorboat and it was speeding sea-
ward when the two pursuers arrived. They
were not laggard. There was another boat
and they made for it.
"A hundred if you overtake that boat" said
Felton's strange companion.
FELTON, eyed him thoughtfully. There was
something familiar about that voice.
Great plumes of water shot up into the afr.
1t did not prove short race by any means.
1t took half an hour for the pursuer to over
haul the pursued.
Is that Jones?"
yes" FELTON, fred his revolver into the
air in hopes of terrifying Jones' engineer
but there was five hundred dangling before
that individuals eyes.
Let them get little nearer" shouted
the butler.
The engineer let down the speed a notch.
The other boat crept up within twenty yards.