The record. [volume] (St. Maries, Idaho) 1913-1918, 1914-10-23

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who is your friend. Nortonr'
Braine asked indinerently, his head
still unturned.
Stanley Hargreave. Met him In
Hongkong when I was sent over to
handle a part Of the revolution. War
correspondence aty - First time l
ever ran across him on Broadway at
night. We've since had some pow
vows over some rare books. Queer
old cock; brave as a lion. but as quiet
as a mouse"
"Boobish, Ell? My kind. Bring him
over" Underneath the table Braine
Unanswered to touch the foot Of the
princess.
Il don't know" said the reporter
obviously HE might say no, and
that would embarrass the whole lot Of
us. He's a bit Of a hermit I'm sur
prised to see him here"
"Try." urged the princess. Il like
to meet men who are hermus."
Il haven't the least doubt about
that" the reporter laughed. IN try;
but don't blame me if Pm rebuffed."
He left the table with evident re.
luctance and approached Hargreave,
The two shook hands cordially, for the
elder man was rather fond Of this
medley Of information known as Jim
Norton.
"Sit down. boy; sit down. You're
just the kind of man I've been want
ing to talk to tonight"
Wouldn't you rather talk to a pref
ty woman?"
I'm an old man."
"Bahl That's a hypocritical blum,
and you know It, My friends at this
next table have asked me to bring
you over"
Il do not usually care to meet
strangers"
Make an exception this once" said
the reporter, who had seen Braine's
eyes change and was curious to know
why the appearance of Hargreave in
the mirror had brought about that
metally CLEAN. Here were two
unique men; he desired to see them
face to face.
This once. My fault; ought moi
to be here; feel out of place. What
a life, though, you reporters lead! IL
meet kings and presidents and grea
inanciers, socialists and anarch
lists, the whole scale of life, and t
slap these people on the back as
they were everyday friends!
Nov you're making fun of me. Fo
one king there are always twent,
thick brogans ready to kick me dow
I the steps; don't forget that"
Hargreave laughed "Come, then
let US get it over with"
: The introductions we're made. MOI
ton felt rather chagrinsd. So far
he could see, the two non were tots
! strangers. Well, it was all in tn
] game. Nine out Of ten opportunitie
! for the big story we're fake alarms
] but he was always willing to risk IN
I labor these nine entailed for the SAX
] of the tenth.
! At length Braine glanced at n
! watch. and the princess nodde
! Adieux we're said. Inside the taxica
- Braine leaned back with deep, au
= ible sigh.
What It is?" she asked.
b THE luck of the DEVILS own"
said. Child Of the Steppes, for yea
I'VE flown about seas and continent
81 through valleys and over mountains
81 for what? For the sight Of the fa'
of that man we have just left.
~ first glance I wasn't sure; but Il
sound Of his voice was enough. dig
the next time you see that reporte
throw your arms around his neck al
kiss him. What did tell your Wit
out Norton's help I would not ha'
been sure. I'm going to leave you
your apartment"
"The man Of the Black Hundred
she whispered.
"The man who deserted and def
the Black Hundred, who broke
VOWS, and never paid a kopeck I
IS the privilege; the man who had be
appointed for the supreme work a
who ran away. In those days we net
ed men Of his stamp, and to acco
plish this end.
y There was a woman" she int
always the woman. And she "
as clever and handsome as you ar
"Thanks. Sometimes :"
"Ah. yes!" ironically. "Sometin
you wish you could settle down, ma
and have family Your domestic
would last about a month"
She made no retort because she
ognized the truth of this statement.
There's an emerald 1 know Of"
said ruminatively. IT'S quite
sible that you may be wearing it W
in few days"
Il am mad over them. There
Il something in the green stone that
cinates me. can't resist It,"
That's because, somewhere In
far past, your ancestors we're or
tails. Here we are. I'll see you
morrow. I must hurry. Good-nig