Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1914-08-02

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avail me- And there's a horrible thought al
ways Of my not being his real daughter"
There's no doubt in my mind. have
only to recall Katrina's face to know whoSs
child you are. But what viii you live ont"
Here was a far greater mixup than she had
calculated upon. Surprising after all it was
only resemblance, that the child was not
Hargreaves, a substitute just to blind the
Black Hundred? To keep them away from
the true daughter? Her mind grew bewil-
dered over such possibilities. The single and
only way to settle all doubts was to make
this child prisoner. If she was Hargreave's
true daughter he would come out of his hiding
She heard Florence answering her ques
ton: !" There is a sum of ten or twelve thou
sand in the Riverdale bank, under the control
OF my fathers butler. After that is gone,
don't know what will happen to Us, Susan
and me-"
The door Of Miss Farlow's will always Be
open to you, Florence replied Susan. with
love in her eyes.
This interesting conversation was interrupt
Ell by the advent of Norton. He was always
dropping in during the late afternoon hours.
Florence liked him for two reasons. One was
that Jones trusted HIM to a certain extent
and the other was that that she
liked him. She finished this sentence In her
heart defantly.
Today be brought her a box Of beautiful
roses, and at the sight of them the princess
smiled family. Set the wind in that quartsrI
She could have laughed. Here was her re-
ticular notice of her while Florence was In
the room. She would encourage him, poor
grubbing newspaper writer, with his beggarly
pittance! What chance had he Of marrying
this girl with millions within reach Of her
hand?
The peculiar thing about this was that Nor
ton was entertaining the same thought at
the same time: what earthly chance had he2
In the second story window of the house
over the way there was a worried man. But
when his glasses brough! in range the true
contents of the box he laughed sardonically.
" This watching is getting my goat.
smell a rat every time I see a shadow" He
wiped the lenses Of his opera glasses and pro-
ceeded to roll cgaret
When the princess and Norton went away
Jones stole quietly up to Florence's room and
threw up the curtain. Two round points Of
light flashed from the watchers window, but
the saturnine smile on Jones' lips was not
observed. He went to the door, opened it
cautiously, hand to his ear. Then he closed
the door, turned back the rug and removed a
section OF the flooring Out of this cavity he
raised box. There was lettering on the lid;
l. F,.A ~
greave. Jones replaced the flooring, tucked
the box under his arm srd made his exit.
The man lounging in the shadow heard q
faint whistle. 1t was the signal agreed upon
The man FELTON, ran across the street and
boldly rang the bell. 1t was only then that
Florence missed the ever present butler She
hesitated, then sent Susan to the door.
II must see Mr.. Jones upon vitality i'm
portant business"
He has gone out" said Susan, and very
sensibIy closed the door before Felton's foot
succeeded in getting inside.
1t was time to act He ran around to the
rear. The ladder convinced him that Jones
had tricked him. he was wild with rage. He
was over the wall in an instant Away down
the back street his eye discovered his man in
full fight. He gave chase. As he came "a
the first corner he was nearly knocked over
by man coming the other way.
Who are you humping into7" growled
FELTON,.
Not so fast Feltoni"
Who the devil are your"
The stranger made sign which FELTON, In
stantly recognized.
OuinI haf he
Jones has the million and is making hIa
getaway See him hiking toward tie water
front?"
The two men began to run.
There followed a thrilling chase. Jonea
engaged motorboat and it was speeding sea.
ward when the two pursuers arrived. They
were not laggard. There was another boat
and they made for it.
"A hundred if you oyertake that boat ssid
Felton's strange companion.
FELTON, eyed him thoughtfully. There wa.
something familiar about that voice.
Great plumes Of water shot up into thu air
1t did not prove q short race by any means.
1t took half an hour for the pursuer to over.
haul the pursued.
Is that Jones?"
Yes" FELTON, fred hi, revolver into ~.
air in hopes of terrifying Jones' engineer.
but there was five hundred dangling befor.
that individuals eyes.
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