Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1914-07-25

He clutched at his hat, put 1t on and ran
to Susan.
"Here!" he cried, holding out an auto
matte. d" If any one comes in that you don't
know shoot Don't ask questions, shoot!"
"I'm afraid" She breathed with difficulty.
"Afrad?" 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. If 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 kidnapers2 She wanted
to shrek, but her throat was as dry as paper.
Gingery she touched the pistol, The cold
steel sent 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
he would not run 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 be did
not return within that time, the watcher
would 60 up to the drug store and telephone
for instructions
But Jones did not come back.
"Where's Howard?" he demanded
"Heo, Jones; what's upi"
Howard, get that car out ct once"
"Out she comes Wait till give her radia-
tor a bucket of water. Gee whispered How
ard, whom Harsrciye often used as his chauf.
feur get on to his nibs First time ever
saw him awake. woader what's doing? You
never know what's back of those mummy
faced headwaters. All right, Jones!"
The chauffeur jumped into the car and Jones
took the seat beside him.
"Where to-"
"Number IS >" and the rest of II
trailcd away, smothered in the violent thunder
Of the big SKIS engines
During the cars eight several policemen
hailed it without success. Down this street,
up that, round this corner, fifty miles an hour; F.;
and all the while Jones shouted; Faster,
faster
Within twelve minutes from the time it left
the garage, the car stopped opposite to No. IS
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 couple of times for the
police. don't want them if we can manage
without. They'd only bungle.'
"AlI right, Mr.. Jones'" said the chauffeur.
He had, in the past quarter of an hour. ac-
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. Jonef caught
her by the arm. She flung him aside with a
strength be 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.
Home
The car shot up the dimly lighted street.
shone palely for n second under the corner
lamp, anl vanished.
"Ah, child, child!" groaned the man at her
side, all the tenseness gone from his body
He was Jones again.
Still she did not SPEAK brt stared ahead
with unseeing eyes
No further reproach fell from the butler'i
lips 1t was enough that God had guided hin
to her at the appointed moment He fell
assured that never again would she be drawn
into any trap. Poor child What had th,y
said to her, done to herr How in Godi
name, had she escaped from them who never