The Butler weekly times. (Butler, Mo.) 1881-1918, 1914-11-12

Il AA6ut you might le0V
BY the janitor's entrance. I'll kee
the lights on till you're outside. The
Ill turn them OF and you can folio,
and learn who he is."
IT'S mighty important"
Don't scowl. At your age a wrinkl
is apt to remain If you once get /
started"
He laughed. "Wrinkles!" She coul,
talk OF wrinkles!
They are more important than 70,
think. Every morning I rub out tn,
wrinkle go to bed with"
i wish you could rub out the gen
eral stupidity which is wrinkling my
brain. I've made three moves and
failed In each. What's come over
me?"
Perhaps you've had too many sue.
cesses:> The wheel Of chance is al.
ways turning around"
MAY l smoker"
Thanks. At least 1t proves you still
have some consideration for me. You
would smoke whether II was agreeable
or not. But like the odor> of a good
cigar And 1t always helps you to
think"
Braine lit the cigar and began his
customary pacing At length he
paused.
Suppose we have a real old-fash-
Toned coaching party out to the old
mansion we know about?"
And what shall we do there?"
Make the mansion an enchanted
castle where sometimes people who
enter can't get out Do you think you
could get her to go?"
II can try"
Olga. l must have-th that girl; and I
must have her soon. Sometimes l find
myself nightly puzzled over the
whole thing. II Hargreave is alive,
why doesn't he turn up now that it's
known that his daughter
presides over his household? l might
1t If I didn't know that
Hargreaye is really afraid of nothing.
Where Is the man with the five thou
sand, picked up at sea? What was
The reason for Jones carrying that box
out In broad daylight? Who is the
chap watching across the street?
l believe in my soul-if l
nave one!-that Hargreave is playing
With us. playing! Well" flinging the
laif consumed cigar into the crate,
the Black Hundred always goes for
yards win or lose, and never forgets..
I'VE are fine pair!" said the wo-
nan bitterly
I'VE are exactly what fate intended
IS to be. They wrote you down in the
look as beautiful body with
rocked mind. They wrote me down
s the devil, doomed to roam earth's
op till I'm killed"
"Killed?"
why, yes. I'm not the kind of
hap who dies in bed, surrounded by
he weeping members of the family,
octor, nurse. land priest. I'm
coundrel; but it has this saving
race, enjoy being scoundrel. Now.
m going up to the club. There's
othing like game of billiards or
hess to smooth that wrinkle which
GEMS to worry YOU"
In the great newspaper office there Il
as a mighty racket. Midnight al
avs means pandemonium in the
ty room of metropolitan daily.
opy boys were rushing to and fro,
essengers and printers with sticky
alleys in their hands; reporters were
angling away at their typewriters,
I'd intermingling you could hear the
,aseless clickety-click from the tele-
'aph room.
The managing editor came out of t
s office and approached the desk of 6
q night city editor '
Editorial page gone down." {
Twenty minutes ago." said the
ght city editor.
II wanted a stick on that Panama
J
TOO late" c
Where's Jim Norton?"
AT the chamber of commerce ban
ct. The major is going to throw a S
NIB into the enemy's camp" o
Nothing on the Hargreave stuff" h
mo. Guess I'd better put that in v
3 cubbyhole. He's dead"
mo will found YETI" h
Not a piece as big as a postage h
mp" u
That will leave the girl in a tough
ICE. No will. no birth certificate; "
d, worst of all, no photograph of C
|, old man himself. l don't see why
q sidestepped this affair. He the Ii
y man in town who knew anything
,ut Hargreave" IL
He hasn't given it up; but he wants
cover it on his own. turn the yarn
r whenshe's got it. no false alarms" B
All! So that's the gamer" h,
Yes; and Jim is the sort every pa
needs. When the time comes the So
~ turns up. If there is one. Here
is now. Looks like an actor in the er
rth act Of a drama. Good.looking st
p. though" to
Torton came in through the outer or
90. He was in evening clothes. top
A dead cigarette dangled be- II
en- his lips. W,