Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1914-08-01

some consideration for me. You would smoke
whether 1t was agreeable or not. But like
the odor Of good cigar And 1t always helps
you to think"
Braine Lit the cigar and began his customary
pacing. At length he paused.
Suppose we have a real old fashioned
coaching party out to the old mansion we
know about2"
And what shall we do there?"
Make the mansion an enchanted castle
where sometimes people who enter can't get
out. Do you think you could get her to GOT"
II can try"
Olga, must have that GIRL and must
have her soon. Sometimes 1 find myself
nightly puzzled over the whole thing. II
Hargreave is alive, why doesn't he turn up
now that it's practically known that his
daughter presdes over his household2
might understand 1t IL didn't know that
Hargreave is really afraid of nothing. Where
is the man with the FIVE thousand, picked
up hJ w nat was ICusOh AOl 0Ohco
carrying that box out in broad daylight
Who is the chap watching across the street,
Sometimes l believe in my soul-if | have
onel-that hargreave Is playing with us,
playing WE'LL" 6inging the half consumed
cigar into the crate, the Black Hundred al
ways goes forward, win or lose, and never
forgets."
1--WE are a fine pairl &" said the woman
bitterly,
"We are exactly what fate intended us to
be. They wrote you down in the book as a
beautiful body with crooked mind. They
wrote me down as the devil, doomed to roam
earth's top till I'm killed.
"KilledH"
Why, yes. I'm not the kind of chap who
dies In bed, surrounded by the weeping mem
bers Of the family, doctor, nurse, and priest.
I'm a scoundrel but 1t has this saving grace,
1 enjoy being a scounjrel. Now, I'm going
up to the club. There's nothing like game
Of billiards or chess to smooth that wrinkle
which seems to worry you"
In the great newspaper Office there was
mighty racket. Midnight always means PAN
demonlum In the city room of metropolitan
daily. Copy boys were rushing to and fro,
messengers and printers with sticky galleys
in their hands; reporters were banging away
at their typewriters, and intermingling you
could hear the ceaseless cickety-cick from the
telegraph room.
The managing editor came out of his Office
and approached the des OF the night city
editor.
Editorial page gone DOWN."
"Twenty minutes ago." said the night city
editor.
II wanted stick on that Panama rumpus."
"Too late"
where's Jim Norton?"
AT the chamber of commerce banquet. The
major Is going to throI bomb into the
enemy's camp
Nothing on the Hargreave stuff"
"No. Guess I'd better put that in the
cubbyhole. He's dead"
No will found YETI"
Not a piece as big ar a postage stamp"
4uhI Will leave the girl IN tOuBn place.
No will, no birth certificate and worst Of all,
no photograph Of the old man himself. don't
SEQ why Jim sidestepped this affair. He the
only man in town who knew anything about
Hargreave."
He hasn't given 1t up but he wants to
cover 1t ON his own, turn the yarn over when
hes got 1t, no false alarms"
"Ahl So that's the gamer"
YES; and Jim is the sort every paper
needs When the time comes the story turns
up, II there Is one Here he Is now. Looks
like an actor in the fourth act of drama
Good looking chap, though"
Norton came In through the outer gates He
was in evening clothes, top hat dead
cigaret dangled between his lips
How much do you wantl 4" asked the night
city editor.
Column and half"
"of with your glad rtgsl"
Anything goodT ssked be managing ed
itor
The Id has been tammed On tight No