White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1914-12-27

little chit OF q girl has hood'
ginking me all along. By the way
did you find out what that letter
said?" she asked after a pause.
Letter? What letter."
She sprang from her chair. dc
you mean to say that they have not
told you about that?" Olga became
greatly excited.
Explain" he said.
why, I was at the garden day
before yesterday and a man APP
preached and asked If l was Miss
Hargreave. Becoming at once sus-
picious that something very impor-
tant was about to happen. I signifed
that | was Miss Hargreave. The man
slipped a paper into my hand and
hurried off. | took a quick glance
at it and was dumfounded to find it
utterly blank of writing. At first I
thought some joke had been played
on me, then / CHANGED to remember
the invisible ink letters you always
wrote me. Understanding that you
were TO visit the ave in the morn
ing. had Il man at the garden
take the note. And you never got
it,"
Some one shall pay for this care
lessness. I'll call up vroon and
Jackson at nee. Wait just a mo-
ment."
He went to the telephone. A low
m~uttering conversation took place.
Olga could hear little or none of it.
When Braine put the receiver back
on the hook his face was not pleasant
to see.
THAT girl"
What now"
1T seems she had been out horse
back riding that morning. She had
seen one of the boys cross the field
and suddenly disappear: and she was
curious to learn what had become
of him. With her usual luck she
stumbled on the method of opening
the door of the ave and vent in.
She must have been nosing about.
She didn't have much time, though.
as the BOYS came up to await me.
Evidently she erawled into that old
chest and in some inexplicable man.
ner ~purloined the letter from Jack
sons pocket. They left to reeoin-
otter; and it was then that Jackson
heard them returning she jumped
into the we'll. And lived through
that tunnel, The devil is in it,"
"Or out of 1t, since We consider
him our friend"
And | had her in my hands, note
and ALL
But with all that water there will
not be any writing left in the letter"
Invisible ink is generally indeli-
BILE and impervious to the action OF
water; at least the kind | use is. I'd
give a thousand for a sight of that
letter"
And 1t might be worth a million"
Olga suggested.
Not the least doubt of it In my
mind. Olga. old girl. 1t does look
as If my star was growing dim. Wen
never get our hands on that million.
| feel it In my bones. So let's settle
down to a campaign of revenge. with
out any furbelows. want to twist
H~argreaye's heart before the game
winds up"
You wish really TO injure herr"
Il do not wish to injure her. Far
from IT," he replied, smiling evilly.
You want her dead?'
whispered Olga. paling.
Exactly. | want her dead. And
so If all efforts here come to nothing,
so shall H~argreave's. His millions
will become waste paper to him
That's revenge. The Persian peach
method"
Poison. You shall mott You
shall not kill her." vehemently.
Tender hearted"
mo. II I must In the end go to
prison. so be 1t: but I refuse to die
in the chair"
Very we'll, then. We shan't kill
her. but we'll make her wish she was
dead. was only trying to see how
far you would go. The basket oil
peaches is in the hallway. Every
peach is poisoned. No man in the
country knows more about subtle
poisons than | do. Heve I not writ
ten books on the s~ubjeet2" ironi
cally.
And they will trace it back TO you
in a straight line" she warned. =
will moi have IL