Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1914-11-27

watches o enter and takes note Of
your departure"
But doesn't follow me. That's odd.
What the devil is his idea2'
I'D give a good deal to learn"
The shadow and the glowing cigar
cite disappeared around the corner,
and theh lights in the apartment we're
turned on again.
Hes gone. You really think he's
watching me?"
He is watching this apartment, I
know that much"
And even at that moment the watch
er was watching from his vantage be-
hind the corner.
Suspicious!" he murmured, tossing
the cigarette into the gutter. They're
watching me for a change. I'll drop
out. know what I know. It's a great
world. It's fine to be alive and kicking
on top of 1t" He went on without
haste and took the subway train for
downtown.
rs there any way I could get near
hfm?' asked Braine.
Tomorrow night you might leave
by the janitor's entrance. I'll keep
the lights on till you're outside. Then
III turn them off and you can follow
and learn who he is"
Its mighty important"
Don't scowl. At your age a wrinkle
Is apt to remain If you once get II
started"
He laughed. @Wrinkles!" She could
talk of wrinkles!
They are more important than you
think. Every morning l rub out the
wrinkle | go to bed with"
Il wish you could rub out the gen
eral stupidity which is wrinkling ms
BRAIN Eve made three moves anG
failed in each. What come ovel
me!"
Perhaps you've had too many sue
cesses. The wheel OF chance is al
ways turning around"
May ] smoker"
Thanks. AT least it proves You still
have some consideration for me. You
would smoke whether it was agreeable
or moi. But I like the odor of a good
cigar. And 1t always helps you e
think
Braine lit the cigar and began his
customary pacing. At length HI
paused.
Suppose we have q real oId-fash
Toned coaching party out to the OLE
mansion we know about?"
And what shall we do there?"
Make the mansion an enchanted
castle where sometimes people VIII,
enter can't get out. Do you think yos
could get her to go?"
Il can try"
Olga, / must have that girl; and
must have her soon. Sometimes | f1nt
myself nightly puzzled oyer thu
whole thing. If Hargreave is alive
why doesn't he turn up now that it!
practically known that his daughter
presides over his Householder | nigh
understand it il I didn't know tina
H~argreave is really afraid OF nothing
Where is the man with the five thou
sand, picked up at sea? What wa:
the reason for Jones carrying that DO,
out In broad daylight? Who is tn,
chap watching across the street
Sometimes / believe in my soul-if
have one.-that Hargreave Is playing
with us, playing! Well" finging th'
half cc8srmed cigar into the CRATE
the Black Hundred always e for
ward, win or lose. and never forgets.
We are a fine pairi" said the VIC
man bitterly.
We are exactly what fate intendeI
us to be. They wrote you down in tn
book as a beautiful body with
crooked mind. They wrote me dow
as the devil, doomed to roam earth
top till I'm killed"
"Killed."
why, yes. I'm not the kind o
chan who dies in bed, surrounded b,
the weeping members of the family
doctor, nurse. and priest. I'm
scoundrel; but it has this sayin;
grace, / enjoy being a s~coundrea. Now
I'm going up TO the club. There
nothing like a game Of billiards o
chess to smooth that wrinkle whicl
seems to worry you.'
In the great newspaper office Their
was a mighty racket. Midnight al
ways means pandemonium in tn
city room of a metropolitan daily
Copy boys were rushing to and fre
messengers and printers with stick
galleys in their hands; reporters wer
banging away at their typewriters
and intermingIing % could hear tn
-ceaseless clicketyciick from the telt
graph room.
The managing editor came out G
his Office and approached the desk Q
the night city editor.
Editorial page gone DOWN.
Twenty minutes ago" said thu
night city editor.
Il wanted a stick on that Panan
rumpus."
"Too late-'
Where's Jim Eorton?"
eAt the chamber of commerce ban
auet. The major is going to throw
bomb into the enemy's camp"
Nothing on the Hargreave stuff
mo. Guess I'd better put that Il
the cubbyhole. He's dead"
mo viii found YETI"
MOT a piece as big as a postag
stamp"
THAT will leave the girl in a tougl
place. No win. mo- birth certificate
and, worst of all, no photograph o
the old man himself. ! don't e VIII,
Jim sidestepped this affair. He tn
only man in town who knew anythinI
about H~argreave."
HE hasn't given it up; but he want
to cover it on his own, turn the var
over when he's got it, no false alarms.
"Ah! So that's the game?"
"Yes; and Jim Is the sort every pa
per needs. When the time comes tn
: story turns up, if there is one. Her
carrying around. But the money stucI
and the burned thing wouldn't worl