Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1914-07-25

avail me. And there's horrible thought al
ways Of my not being his real daughter"
There's no doubt in my mind. | have
only to recall Katrina's face to know whose
child you are. But what will you live ont"
Here was a far greater miHup than she had
calculated upon. Supposing after all II was
only resemblance, that the child was not
Hargreaye's, substitute just to blind the
Black Hundred? To keep them away from
the true daughterl Her mind grew bewil-
dered over such possibilities. The single and
only way TO settle all doubts was to make
this child prisoner. II she was Hargreave's
true daughter he would come out Of his hidog.
She heard Florence answering her ques-
tion: There is sum Of ten or twelve thou
sand in the Riverdale bank, under the control
OF my fathers butler. After that is gone,
don't know what will happen to US, Susan
and me-"
The door of Miss Farlow's will always be
open to you, Florence" replied Susan, with
love in her eyes.
This interesting conversation was interrupt
ell by the advent of Norton. lie was always
dropping in during the late afternoon hours.
Florence liked him for two reasons. One was
that Jones trusted HIM to a certain extent
and the other was that that she
liked him. She finished this sentence in her
heart deiantly.
Today he brought her box Of beautiful
roses, and at the sight of them the princess
smiled family. Set the wind in that quarter
She could have laughed. Here was her re-
venge against this meddler who took no par
ticular notice Of her while Florence was in
the room. She would encourage him, poor
grubbing newspaper writer, with his beggarly
pittance What chance had he Of marrying
this girl with millions within reach Of her
hand?
The peculiar thing about this was that Nor
ton was entertaining the same thought at
the same time; what earthly chance had bet
In the second story window Of the house
over the way there was a worried man. But
when his glasses brought in range the true
contents of the box he laughed sardonically.
"This watching is getting my goat
smell rat every time see a shadow He
wiped the lenses Of his op'ra glasses and pro-
ceeded to roll cigaret.
When the princess and Norton went away
Jones stole quietly up to Florence's room and
threw up the curtain. Two round points Of
light flashed from the watchers window, but
the saturnine smile on Jones lips was not
observed He went to the door, opened 1t
cautiously, hand to his ear. Then he closed
the door, turned back the rug and removed n
section OF the flooring. Out Of this cavity be
raised box. There VAS lettering on the lid +;
In fact, the name Of its owner, Stanley Har-
greave. Jones replaced the flooring, tucked
the box under his arm rrd made his exit.
The man lounging In the shadow heard a
faint whistle. 1t was the signal agreed upon.
The man FELTON, ran across the street and
boldly rang the bell 1t was only then that
Florence missed the ever present butler She
hestated, then sent Susan to the door,
II must see Mr., Jones upon vitality i'm
portant business"
" He has gone out" said Susan, and very
sensbly closed the door before Felton's fool
succeeded in getting inside
1t was time to act. He rem around to til,
rear The ladder convinced him that Jones
had tricked him. He was wild with rage. Ht
was over the wall in an instant. Away dowr
the back street his eye discovered his man il
full fight. He gave chase. As he came t.
the first corner he was nearly knocked oye
by man coming the other way.
Who are you humping into?" growlet
FELTON,.
Not so fast, Felton!"
Who the devil are your"
The stranger made a sign which FELTON, In
stanty recognized.
Quick What has happened?"
Jones has the million and is making hi
getaway See him hiking toward tie waite
front?"
The two men began to run.
There followed thrilling chase. Jone
engaged a motorboat and it was speeding sea
ward when the two pursuers arrived. The
were not laggard. There was another boa
and they made for it.
hundred If you overtake that boat" sal
Feltons strange companion.
FELTON, eyed him thoughtfully. There wa
something familiar about that voice.
Great plumes Of water shot up into the ali
1t did not prove a short race by any mean
1t took half an hour for the pursuer to oyel
haul the pursued.
Is that Jones?"
Yes" FELTON, fired hi revolver into III
air in homes of terrifvin1 Jones' or,;roo-
but there was five hundred dangling befOr
that individuals eyes.
Let them get q little nenrer - shnnln