Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-09-05


York? Knowing by this time something n
the reporters courage, he was eager te
learn how the event had come about Wher
he had not heard a telephone message from
Norton in forty-eight hours, he had decidcd
that the Black Hundred had finally sue
ceeded in getting hold of him. 1t had been
something of a blow; for while he looked
with disfavor upon the reporters frank re.
gard for his charge, he appreciated the fact
that Norton was a staff to lean on, and had
behind him all the power of the press, which
included the privilege of going everywhere
even If one could not always get back.
AS he folded the telegram and put It into
his pocket, he observed the man with the
opera glasses the way. He shrugged.
WE'LL let him watch till his eyes dropped out
of his head; he would see only that which
WIS intended for his eyes. Still, it was irk
some to feel that no matter when or where
you moved, watching eyes observed and
chroncled these movements.
Suddenly, not being devoid of n sense Of
dry humor, Jones stepped over to the tele
phone and called up her hghness the Prn
cess Perigoff.
"Who is it?"
He was forced to admit, however reluc-
tantly, that the woman had a marvelously
fine speaking voice.
at is Jones, madam"
"Jones?"
" Mr.. Hargreave's butler, madam"
90! You have news of Florence?"
Yes" 1t will be an embarrassing day
for humanity when some one invents a pho.
tographic apparatus by which two persons
at the two ends of the telephone may oh
serve the facial expressions of each other.
What is it? Tell me quickly"
Florence has been found and she il on
her way back to New York She was found
by Mr.. Norton, the reporter"
am so glad! Shall l come up at once
and have you tell me the whole amazing
story7"
1t would be useless madam, for know
nothing except what l learned from tele
gram | have just received. But no doubt
some time this evening you might risk CALL"
Ring up the instant she returns Did
she say what train?"
No, madam" lied Jones' smiling.
He hung up the receiver and stared at
the telephone as IL he would force his
gaze in and through it to the woman at the
other end Flesh and blood Well, greed
was stronger than that Treacherous catl
Let her play, let her weave her nets, dig
her pits. The day would come, and it was
not far distant, when she would find that the
mild eyed mongoose was just as deadly az
the cobra, and far more cunning
The heads of the Black Hundred must he
destroyed. Those were the orders. What
good to denounce them, to send them to n
prison from which, with the aid of money
and tremendous secret political pull thev
might readily find their way out? They
must be exterminated, as one kills off the
poisonous plague rats of the orient. A wom-
an? In the law of reprisal there was no
sex.
Shortly after the telephone episode (which
rather puzzled the princess) she received =
wire from Braine, which announced the
fact that Florence and FIVE had escaped and
were coming to New York on train No. %,
and advising her to meet the train en- route.
She had to fly about to do it.
When Capt. Bannock released Braine. ha
had been in no enviable frame of mind.
Tricked, fooled by the girl whose mind was
as unclouded as his own She had sue
ceeded in bribing n coal stoker, and had
taken him unawares. The man had donnej
the disguise he had laid out for shore an
proach, and the blockhead Bannock had
never suspected. He had not recognized
Norton at all. 1t was only when Banuock
explained the history of the shangbaied
stoker that he realized his real danger.
Norton! He must be pushed off the board
After this episode he could no longer keen
up the pretense of being friendly. Norton,
by rare stroke of luck, had forced him ont
into the open. So be it. Self-preservatlon
Is in no wise looked upon as criminal The
law may have its ideas about it, but the in
dlvidual recognizes no law but its own. II
was Braine whom he loved and admired, or
Norton whom he hated as a dog with rabies
hates water. With Norton free, he would
never again dare return to New York openly
This meddling reporter aimed at his ease
and elegance
He left the freghter as soon as boat
could carry him ashore. The fugitves would
make directly for the railroad, and thither
he went at top speed, to arrive ten minutes
TOO late.
Free!' said Florence, as the train began
to increase its speed.
Norton reached over and patted her hand
Then he sat back with a sudden shock Of
dismay He dived a hand into pocket, into
another and another. The price Of the tele-
gram he had sent to Jones was all he had
had in the world and he had borrowed that
from friendly stoker In the excitement
he had forgotten all about such a contingency