The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1914-08-01

musician, and talked with remarkable keen
ness about books and arts. But unless he
reused her. the sadness Of her position al
ways lay written in her face. 1t was not
difficult for him to ~conjure up her dreams in
coming to the city and the blow which, like
a bolt Of lightning from a clear sky, had
shattered them ruthlessly.
You must come every day and tell me
how you have progressed" she said.
"ITl obey that order gladly, whenever l
can possibly do it. Ny visits will always be
short"
THAT is not necessary"
"No," said Norton in his heart, but it 10
WISE"
Always he found Jones waiting for him at
the door, always in the shadow.
"Well2" the butler whispered.
IL have laid a neat trap. Whether this
balloon was the one that left the top Of this
house I don't know. But II there were two
men in 1t, one Of them lies at the bottom Of
the sea-"
And the man found?" The buffers voice
was tense.
1t was not Hargreave. I met Orts but
once, and as he wore a beard then. the cap
tain's description did not tally with my recol-
lection"
Thank God! But what g this trap7"
Il propose to find out by It who la back
of all this, who Hargreave's real enemies are"
Norton returned to his rooms, there to await
the call from Grannis. He was sorry, but If
Jones would not take him into his fullest
confidence, he must hold himself to blame for
any blunder he (Norton) made. OF course,
he could readily understand Jones' angle OF
vision. He knew nothing Of the general run
of reporters; he had heard Of them by rumor
and distrusted them He was not aware Of
the fact that the average reporter carries
more secrets in his head than q prime min
lister. It was, then, up to him to set about
to allay this distrust and gain the mans COM
plete confidence.
Meanwhile that same morning a pretty
young woman boarded the Orient and asked
to be led to the captain. Her eyes were red
she had evidently been weeping. When the
captain, susceptible like all sailors, saw her
his promises to Norton took wings.
This is Capt. Hagan?" she asked, balling
the handkerchief she held In her hand.
eyes, miss. What can I do Tor your" He
put his hands embarrassedly into his pockets
and felt the crisp bills. But for that magic
touch he would have forgotten his lines He
squared his shoulders. i
~ have every assurance that the man you
picked up at sea is my father. I am Flor
ence Hargreave. Tell me everything"
The captains very laundering deceived her.
And then he hustled down tho gang-plank
and headed for that warehouse. He had a
package which he was as tender Of GO II It
had been dynamite"
Thank you'll" impulsively.
"A man has to do his duty, miss. A sailors
always glad to rescue a man at sea-" awk-
wardly.
When she finally went down the gang-plank
the sigh the captain heaVed was almost as
loud as the exhaust from the donkey engines
which were working out the crates of lemons
from the hold.
MAYBE she Is his daughter ; but two hun
dred is two hundred, and I'm q poor sailor
man."
Then Grannis came in for HIS troubles.
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appealed to him?
"I am sorry, miss, but I can't give you
that package. I gave the man a receipt and
till it Is presented to me the package must
remain in yonder safe. You understand
enough about business to realize that I dill
not solicit the job. It was thrust upon me.
I'd give a hundred dollars IL the blame thing
~A - nnu ~ok voy1 anu a. g. Ior1r Gov
tune. That hasn't been proved. II may be
gunpowder, dynamite. I'm sorry, but you
will have to find your father and bring the
receipt"
The young woman left the warehouse, dab
bling her eyes with the sodden handkerchief.
81 wonder" unused Grannis, as he watched
her from the window, ~ wonder what the
deuce that chap Norton is up to. The girl
might have been tha mans daughter. I.
Good Lord, what an asa I am! There wasn't
any mani" And 80 he reached over Cor the
telephone.
Immediately upon receipt Of the message
the reporter set his machinery in motion.
Some time before dawn he would know who
the arch-conspirator was. He questioned
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tailed amazingly with that of Florence Har-
greave. But a call over the wire proved to
him conclusively that Florence had NOT been
out of the house that morning.
On the morrow the newspapers had scare
heads about an attempt to rob the Duffy
warehouse. It appeared that the police had
been tipped beforehand and were on the
grounds in time to gather in several notorious
gunner, who, under pressure Of the third
degree, vowed that they had been hired and
paid by a man In a mask and had not the
slightest idea what he wanted them TO raid.
Nothing further could be gotten out Of the
gunner. That they were lying the police had
no doubt, but they were UP against q stout
wall and all they could do was to hold the
men for the grand jury.