Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-07-07

went on the heart of Susan Farlow
grew heavy.
Never mind, aunty," said Florence;
you"
She meant it, poor child; but how
was she to know the terrors which lay
yonder, beyond the horizon2
The house of Stanley Hargreave, in
Riverdale, was the house OF no ordi-
nary rich man. Outside it was simple
enough, but within you learned what
kind of man Hargreave was. There
were rare Ispahans and Saruks on the
floors and tapestries on the walls, with
here and there fine painting. The
library itself represented a fortune.
Money had been laid out layishly, but
never wastefully. 1t was the home of
a scholar, dreamer, a wide traveller.
In the library stood the master OF
the. house, busy lingering some paper
which, lay on the study table. He
| shrugged at some unpleasant thought
settled his overcoat about his Shout
ders, took up his hat, and walked
from the room, frowning slightly. The
butler, who also acted in the capacity
| of valet, always within call when his
master was about, stepped swiftly to
the hall door and opened it.
Il may be out late, Jones'" said
Hargreave.
Yes, sir
Hargreave stared into his face Keen
| ly, as if trying to pierce the grave
face to learn what was going on be-
| hind it.
How song have you been with
me?"
Fourteen years, sir"
Some day | shall need YOU
My life has always been at your
disposal, sir, since that night you
rescued it,"
"Well, haven't the least doubt
that when / ask you will give"
without question, sir. 1t was al
ways so understood"
Hargreave's glance sought the mir
ror then the smileless face of his man.
He laughed, but the sound conveyed
no sense of mirth: then he, turned and
went down the steps slowly like a
man burdened with some thought
which was not altogether to his lik-
ing. He had sent an order for his
car, but had Immediately counter
manded it, He would walk till he
grew tired, hail taxicab, and take
a run up and down Broadway. The
wonderful illumination might prove
diverting. For eighteen years near
| ly; and now it was as natural for him
to throw a glance over his shoulder
whenever he left the house as 1t was
for him to breathe. The average
man would have grown careless dur
| ing all these years; but -Hargreave
was not an average man; he was,
rather, an extraordinary individual.
| 1t was his life in exchange for eternal
vigilance, and he knew and accepted
| the fact.
Half an hour later he got into a
! taxicab and directed the man to drive
downtown as far as Twenty third
street and back to Columbus circle,
The bewildering display of lights
however, in nowise served to lift the
sense of oppression that had weighed
| upon him all day. South of Forty
second street he dismissed the taxicah
and stared undoubtedly at the bril-
| liant sign Of a famous restaurant. He
was neither hungry nor thirsty; but
there would be strange faces to study
and music.
1t was an odd within. He had not
entered a Broadway restaurant in all
| these years. He was unknown. He
belonged to no clubs. Two months
was the longest time he had ever re-
NAMED in New York since the dis
| posal of his old home in Madison ave-
! nue. and his resignation from his
| clubs. This once, then, he would
| break the law he had written down
| for himself. Boldly he entered the
restaurant.
Some time before Hargreave sur
rendered to the restless spirit of re-
bellion, bitterly to repent for it later
there came into this restaurant a man
and a woman They were both evil
IDENTIFY we'll known, for the head
waiter was obsequious and hurried
4 them over to the best table he had
left and took the order himself.
| The man possessed a keen, intelli-
gent face. You might have marked
him for a successful lawyer, for
there was an earnestness about his
expression which precluded life OF
idleness. His age might have been
anywhere between forty and fifty.
The shoulders were broad and the
hands which lay clasped upon the
table were slim but muscular. In
deed, everything about him suggest
| ed hidden strength and vitality. His
companion was small. handsome, and
animated. Her frequent gestures and
mutable eyebrows betrayed her for
| eign birth. Her age was a matter
of Importance to no one but herself
They were at coffee when she said
..There's a young man coming toward
us. He is looking at you"
The man turned. Instantly his face
lighted UP with a friendly smile OF
recognition.
who is it?" she asked
"a chap worth knowing; reporter
| lust little out of the ordinary I'm
/ going to introduce him. You never
can tell. We might need him some
day. All, Norton. how are YOU
Good evening, MIR. Braine." The
reporter, catching sight OF a pair OF
dazzling eyes. hesitated.
| 1.-THE Princess Perigoff, Norton
! You're In no hurry, are your
mot now smiled the reporter.