Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-08-12
B y ROLD
M a C G r 4 T II
Copyright, 1914, by
Harold MacGrath).

ton. You've been q godsend; and IL 1t
seems that sometimes I did not trust
you fully 1t was because did not
care to drag you in too deep"
Deep? Norton thought OF Florence
and smiled inwardly. Could anybody
be in deeper than he WASP Once 1t
was on the tip of his tongue to con-
TESS his love for Florence, but the
gravity of Jones's countenance was
an obstacle to such a move; 1t did
not invite At
To be sure, Jones had no real au-
thorlty to say what Florence should
or should not do with her heart Still.
from all points of view, it was bet
ter to keep the affair under the rose
TIL there came more propitious hour
In which to make the disclosure.
Love, in the midst of all these
alarmsl Sharp, desperate rogues on
one side, millions on the other, and
yet love could enter the scene serene
ly, like an actor who had missed his
cue and came on too soon.
oddly enough, there was no real
lovemaking such as You often read
about A pressure of the hand, a
glance from the eye, there was sell
dom anything more. Only once--that
memorable day on the river road
had he kissed her. No word of love
had been spoken on either side. In
that wild moment all conventional
tiles had disappeared like smoke in
the wind. There had been neither
past nor future, only the present in
which they knew that they loved.
With her he was happy, for he had
no time to plan over the future.
Away from her he saw the inevitable
barriers providing against the mar
riage between a poor young man and
very rich woman. A man who has
any respect wants always to be on
equal terms with his wife, financially
more than in any other thing. 1t is
the way this peculiar organization
called society has written down it's
rules. Doubtless a relic of the stone
age, when Alb went out with his club
to seek q wife and drag her by the
hair to his den, and there to care for
her and to guard her with his life s
blood. 1t is one of the few primitive
sensations that remain to US, this
wanting the female dependent upon
the male. Perhaps this accounts for
mans lack Of interest on the sur
fragette question.
Only Susan suspected the true state
Of affairs, being a woman Having
had no real romance herself, she de-
lighted in having a secondhand one,
as you might say. She intercepted
many glance and pretended not to
see the stolen hand pressures. The
wedding was already full drawn in
her minds eye. These two young
people should be married at Susan
Farlow's when the roses were climb
ing up the sides of the house and the
young robins were boldly trying their
fuzzy wings. 1t struck her as rather
strange, but she could not conjure uI
| Eat this wedding) more than two mer
besides the minister, the bridegroom
and the butler.
| By forsaking his accustomed haunts
under the advice of Jones the bidder
warfare ceased temporarily. You
can't very well kill man when you
| don't know where to find him. He
ate his breakfasts haphazardiy now
here, now there He received most
of his assignments by telephone and
wrote his stories and articles in his
club, In the writing-rooms of hotels,
and invariably dispatched them to
the Office by messenger. The man
aging editor wanted to know what
all this meant; but Norton declined
to tell him.
1t irked him to be forced to rear
range his daily life-his habits. IT
was revolution against his ease, for
he loved ease when he was not at
work. He had the sensation of hav-
ing been suddenly robbed of his home,
of having been cast out into the
streets. And on top of all this he
had to go and fall in lovei
There was no longer shadow OPP
| posite the apartments OF the Princess
Perigoff. Braine came and went
nightly without discovering any one.
| This rather worried him. 1t gave him
| the impression that the shadow had
found out what he had been seeking
| and no longer needed to watch the
| coming and going of either himself
or the Countess Perigoff.
"Olga, 1t looks as If we were at the
end of our rope" he said discour-
agedly. I'VE have failed in all at
tempts so far. The devil watches
over that girl"
"Or God" replied the countess
| gloomily. I'm nearly every instance
| their success has been due to chance
gan wrong. We should have let Har-
greave escape quietly, followed him
and made, him fast when the right
opportunity came. After a month Oh
so his vigilance would have relaxed
he would have arrived at the belief
| that he had eluded u.s."
Indeed" ironically. HE wasn't
vigilant all these years In which he
did elude us. How about the child
ne never sought but guarded? Vigil
lancet He never was anything else
all these seventeen years. The truth
is, success has developed q coarseness
in our methods. And now 1t Is too
late for nnesse. We have tried every
| they are--the girl free, Norton UNI
| harmed, ami the father az secure In
his retreat as though he wore an IN
visible cloak. My head aches.
have ceased to be inventive"
1.-THE two are in love with each
other"
Are you sure Of THAR"
IT have my eyes. But begin to
wonder"
About what7"
whether or not Jones suspects me
and is giving me rope to hang myself
with. Not once have the police been
called in and told what has really
happened. They are totally at sea.
And what has become OF the man
over the wayf"
by tno 1ofu marry o4oioiaeN
Braine, clapping his hands. 81 be-
iieve I've solved that. We shot a
man coming out Of Hargreave's.
Since then there's been no one across
the way. One and the same mani"
"But that knowledge 0sesn't get us
anywhere"
"No. You say they are in lover
Secretly / don't believe the but
Ter has an inkling of it. 1t Is pos
sible, however, that Susan has caught
the trend of affairs. But. being
rather romantic. she win in no wise
interfere"
Braine smoked in silence. Present.
ly a smile twisted his lips.
you have thought OF something
she asked.