The Butler weekly times. (Butler, Mo.) 1881-1918, 1914-10-29

II ord, LOrd!' ne murHureu. AHcn
he smiled and chuckled Some bright
morning he would have all New YORK
ty the cars, the police running round
in circles. and the chiefs OF the rival
sheets tearing their hair. What a
-stcry! -Four columns on the first page,
a.d, two whole pages Sunday.
AID all of a sudden he ceased to
smile and chuckle.
In the living room of the Princess
Cl,a rerigoff's apartment the mistress
lay reading on the divan. There was
70 cigarette between her. we'll shaped
lips, for she was not the accepted type
Of adventures. In fact, she was not
en- advcnturcss; she was really the
Princess Perigoff. Her maiden name
lad been Olga Pushkin;- but more Of
that later.
When Braine came in he found her
dreaming with half closed eyes. He
Aourished an evening newspaper.
"Olga, even the best of US make
mistakes. Here, just glance over
this"
The Russian accepted the newspa-
rcr' and read the heading indicated:
"Aeronaut picked up far out ct sea.
Slips ashore from tramp steamer. Had
| five thousand in cash in his pockets
"Hargreave escaped "a
"Eot necessarily" she replied. "lf
it was IIargreave he would have had
| more than five thousand in his peck
cts. My friend, | believe 1t an at
tempt to fool you; or 1t is another
man entirely" She clicked her teeth
with the tops of her polished nails.
There are two young women in
| the house What the deuce can that
mean?"
"Two young women? O. then ev-
| erything's as simple as daylight. Kat
rina Pushkn. my cousin had a child"
Child? Hargreave had child?
What do you mean by keeping this
fact from me?" he stormed.
at wcs useless till this moment. He
probably sent for her yesterday; but
| in his effort to escape had to turn her
over to his butler. We shall soon
learn whether IIargreave is dead or
alive. We can use the child to briN :.
him back"
The anger went out of his eyes.
you're a wonder Olga"
But you should have gone with
! N,ocn last night He does everything z
! Just as you tell him. When they re-
ported that IIargreave had visited
! Ort's hangar you ought to have pre-
pared against such coup as flight
through the air."
Il admit it. But daughter. Well,
! can bring him back" with a sinister
laugh. by the Lord Harry. | have
him in my hands this time, that Is, il
/ this girl turns out to be his daughter.
A million? Two, three, all he has in
/ the world. l want you to pay visit
right away Watch the butler, Jones.
He'll lie, Of course; but note how he
treats the girl; and if you get the
chance look around the walls for q
secret panel He might not have car
/ ried away the cash at all, only enough
for his immediate needs, which would
account for that five thousand on the
man picked up at sea. II could only'
get inside that house for an hour!"
81 believe I'll call at once. Leo,
was Hargrcave the mans real Nance"
Rraine laughed. "That is Of no vital
consequence. He will be Iargrcave
til the end of the chapter, dead or
olive. You can tell me the news at
dinner tonight
So, later, when the butler accepted
her card at the door. loath rs he
might be, there was nothing for him
to do but admit her.
"Whom do you wish to see.
madam" stepping back into the shad-
ow.
"Miss Hargreave. I'm an old friend
of her mothers"
"There is no such person here"
ITO whom, then. does this hat be-
long," she asked quietly. She waved
her hand indolently toward the hall
rack.
Jones' lips frightened. THAT belongs
to Miss Gray, kind of protege of Mr.
Eargreave's."
Indeed! You have no objections
to my seeing her? My maiden name
was Olga Pushkin. cousin to Katrina
' ife of, Stanley Hargreave. L am, it
you will weigh the matter carefully,
q kind of aunt"
To Jones it was as il ice had sud.
denly ccme into contact with his
| hearts blood. But as he still stood
in the shadow, she did not observe
the pallor of his face.
"lf you will state exactly why you
wish to see her, madam"
you seem to possess authority"
Eyes, madam, absolute authority"
Jones produced his document and
presented it to her.
There Is no flaw in that" she
egreed readily. II wish to see the
child. have told you why"
Every we'll. madam" Why had
they not >telegraphed the child, even
on the. train, to return to Farlow's. He
knew nothing of this woman, whether