White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1914-10-25

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now is the horse
What is to become of me : asked
the princess.
You will be in good hands," he
answered briefly. II am going to find
out what has become of Florence. Il
there a deserted farm house herea'
bouts?" he asked of the farmer.
Not that I recollect."
why, yes, there is. Jake. There's
that old hut about two miles up the
fork volunteered the wife. Where
the Swede died last winter"
"By jingo. I'm going into the
village and see II that mar brought
IN the rig"
But get my horse first. My name
is James Norton. and | am on the
Star in New York. Which way do l
Igor"
First turn to the left. Come on;
III get the horse for you"
Once the horse was saddled. Nor
ton e off at a run. He was unarm-
led; he forgot all about this fact. His
Ione thought was to find the woman
he loved. He was not afraid of
meeting a dozen men, not while his
present fury lasted.
And he fell into an ambush within
Ia hundred yards of his goal. They
dragged him off the horse and buffet
ed and mishandled him into the hut.
Both of them," said vroon. rub
bing his hands.
Il known you. you Russian ratl"
cried Norton. And IL | ever get out
of this I'll kill you out of hand.
Damn YOU"
20. yes; talk, talk; but 1t eve
hurts any one" jeered Vroon. You'll
never have the chance to kill me out
of hand. as you say Besides. do You
know my faoe?"
81 do. The mask doesn't matter.
You're the man who had me shang-
haid. The voice is enough"
Every good. That's what I wish
ed to know. That's your death war
rant. Well do 1t like they used to
do ii at the old Academy; tie you to
the railroad track. We shall not hurt
you at all. If some engine runs over
you heaven is witness we did not
guide the engine. Remember the
STORY of the boy and the catg" with
sinister amiability. THE boy said
he wasn't pulling the cats tail. he
was only holding it; the cat did the
pulling. Bring him along. men.
Time is precious. and we have a good
deal to do before night settles down.
Come on with him. The track is only
a short distance"
Jim. Jim" cried Florence in
languish.
Never YOU mind. girl; they're ONLY
bluffing. They won't dare"
You think SO? said vroon. Wait
and see." He turned upon Florence.
"He is your lover. Do you wish him
to die?'
NO. not''
I'VE promise to give him his free
dom twelve hours from now on con-
dition that you tell where that money
is"
fLr1@r0na - .,or..l A-0
Vroon struck him on the mouth.
BE silent. you scum"
1T is in the chest Jones, the but
Ter. threw into the sound" she said
bravely. And so 1t might be. for all
lshe knew.
yroon laughed. we know about
where that is"
Florence. say nothing on my ac-
count. They are not the kind of men
who keep their word
"Eh?" snarled yroon. We'll see
about that" He glanced at his watch.
In half an hour the freight comes
along. 1t may become stalled at the
wreck. But Ii will serve"
I Norton knew very we'll that II need
said must they would not hesitate to
execute a melodramatic plan of this
character. 1t was the way of the
Slav; they had to make crime abnor-
NAL in order to enjoy 1t. They could
very well have knocked him on the
head then and there and have done
with him. But the time used in con-
veying him to the railroad might
prove his salvation. Nearly four
hours had passed since the sending OF
the telegram to Jones.
They bound Florence and left her
seated in the chair. AS soon as they
were gone she rolled to the floor. She
was able to right herself to her knees.
and after a torturous five minutes
reached the fireplace. She burnt her