Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1914-08-02

He clutched at his hat, put it on and ran
to Susan.
Here!" he cried, holding out auto
matte. I" If any one comes in that you don't
know, shoot! Don't ask questions, shoot!"
." I'm afraid" She breathed with difhcuty.
Afraid?" he roared at her. He put the
weapon in her hand. 1t slipped and thudded
to the floor. He stopped for it and slammed
it into her lap. "You love your life and
honor You'll know how to shoot when the
time comes. Now, attend to me. If I'm
not back here by 10 o'clock, turn this note
over to the police. II you can't do that,
then God help us ALI" And with that he
ran from the house.
Susan eyed the revolver with growing
terror. For what had she left the peace and
quiet Of Miss Farlow's: assassination, rob
berry, thieves and kidnapers? She wanted
TO shrek, but her throat was a dry as pape-.
Gingerly she touched the pistol. The cold
steel sent a thrill of fear over her. He
hadn't told her how to shoot it!
Two blocks down the street. up an alley,
was the garage wherein Hargreave had been
wont to keep his car. Toward this Jones
ran with the speed of track athlete. There
might be half a dozen taxicabs about, but
be would not the risk of engaging any
one Of them. The Black Hundred was cap
able of anticipating his every movement.
The shadow across the street stood unde-
cided. At length he concluded to give Jones
ten minutes in which to return. If he did
would go up to the drug store and telephone
for instructions.
But Jones did not come back
Where's Howard" he demanded.
Hello Jones: what's up7"
Howard, get that car out at once"
Out she comes Wait till give her radia.
tor bucket of water. Gee! whispered How.
ard, whom Hargreave often used as his chauf.
feur, I" get on to his nibs First time ever
saw him awake. wonder what's doing? You
never know what's back Of those mummy
faced headwaiters. All right, Jones !"
The chauffeur jumped into the car and Jones
took the seat beside him.
Where tot"
Number rs - and the rest Of Il
trailed away, smothered in the violent thunder
of the big SKIS engines.
During the cars fight several policemen
hailed it without success. Down this street,
up that, round this corner, fifty miles an hour;
and all the while Jones shouted: Faster,
faster!"
Within twelve minutes from the time it left
the garage, the stopped opposite to No. rs
Grove street, and Jones got out
" Wait here, Howard. If several men come
rushing out, or don't appear within ten min
utes, fire your gun a couple of times for the
police. l don't want them if we can manage
without. They'd only bungle"
All right, Mr.. Jones'" said the chauffeur.
He bad, in the past quarter of an hour, &C.
Quired deep and lasting respect for the butler
chap. He was a regular fellow, for all his
brass buttons.
As Jones reached the curb, Florence came
forth as if on invisible wings. Jones caught
her by the arm. She flung him aside with
strength he had not dreamed existed in her
slim body.
Florence, ! am Jones!"
She stopped, recognized him, and without a
word ran across the street to the automobile
and climbed into the tonneau. Jones followed
Immediately.
"Homel"
The car shot up the dmly lighted street.
shone palely for second under the corner
lamp, and vanished.
All, child, child" groaned the man at her
aide, all the tenseness gone from his body
He was Jones again.
Still she did not SPEAK but stared ahead
with unseeing eyes
No further reproach fell from the buffers
lips. 1t was enough that God had guided him
to her at the appointed moment. He felt
assured that never again would she be drawn
into any trap. Poor child What had th "
said to her, done to herr How, in Gods
name, had she escaped from them who never