The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1914-11-06

III turn IheM on ana you can lOlloN
and learn who he is
ITS mighty important.
Don't scowl At your age a wrinkle
IS apt to remain if you once get it
started
He laughed "Wrinkles!" She could
talk of wrinkles,
"They are more important than you
think. Every morning l rub out the
wrinkle l 60 to bed with"
Il wish you could rub out the gen
eral stupidity which is wrinkling my
brain. I've made three moves and
failed in each. What's come over
me?"
Perhaps you've had too many sue
cesses. The wheel of chance is al
ways turning around"
May l smoker"
Thanks. At least it proves you still
have some consideration for me. You
would smoke whether it was agreeable
or not. But | like the odor OF a good
cigar. And it always helps you to
think"
Braine lit the cigar and began his
customary pacing. At length he
paused.
Suppose we have a real old-fash
toned coaching party out to the old
mansion We know about?"
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 go?"
Il can try"
Olga, | must have that girl; and |
must nave her soon. Sometimes find
myself nightly puzzled owe the
"hole thing. If Hargreave is alive,
Why doesn't he turn up now that it's
practically known that his daughter
presides over his household? NIGH
understand 1t If / didn't know thai
Hargreave is really afraid Of nothing
Where is the mar with the five thou
sand, picked up at sea? What was
the reason for Jones carrying that box
out In broad daylight? Who is the
chap watching across the street.
Sometimes / believe in my soul-if
} have onei-that Hargreave is playing
I with US, playing Well finging the
half consumed cigar into the crate
the Black Hundred always goes for
ward, win or lose, and never forgets'
we are a fine pair" said the wo
man bitterly.
3 I'VE are exactly what fate INTENDED
e MS to be. They wrote you down in tn,
book as a beautiful body with
e crooked mind. They wrote me dow
as the devil, doomed to earth
TOP till I'm killed"
Killed."
. Why yes. I'm not the kind Q
chap who dies in bed, surrounded b
the weeping members Of the family
. doctor, nurse, and priest. I'm
T. s~coundrel; but It has this savin
10 grace, / enjoy being a %scoundrel, Nov
u I'm going up to the club. There
e nothing like a game Of billiards @
10 chess to smooth that wrinkle whic
seems to worry you"
~ In the great newspaper office ther
was a mighty racket, Midnight a
" ways means pandemonium in tn
city room of a metropolitan dali,
III Copy boys were rushing to and fir
Is messengers and printers with stick
y a-lleys in their hands; reporters wei
Il banging away at their typewriter
~ and intermingling you could hear II
~ c~easeless c~lickety-click from the tel
~ graph o
The managing editor came out
his Office and approached the desk
the night city editor.
* Editorial page gone down.
Twenty minutes ago." said I'll
~ night city editor.
We 81 wanted a stick on that Panan
49, rumpus."
" Too late"
"s Where's Jim Norton?"
AT the chamber Of commerce ba
quot. The major is going to throw
10 bomb into the enemy's camp"
III Nothing on the Hargreave stuff?'
NO. Guess I'd better put that
the ~cubbyhole. He's dead"
er NO will found YETI"
1t Not a piece as big as a Docta.
stamp"
J" THAT will leave the girl in a toui
m. place. No will, no birth certifcat
he and, worst Of all, no photograph
the old man himself. l don't see vi
nd Jim sidestepped this affair. He t
only man in town who knew anythi
ed about Hargreave."
tn HE hasn't given it up; but he wan
lis to cover it on his own, turn the va
on over when he's got it, no false alarm'
"Ah! So that's the game?"
"Yes; and Jim is the sort every
ne per needs. When the time comes
ng story turns up, If there is one. He
Fly he is now. Looks like an actor in
fourth act Of a drama. Cookbook
he chap, though"
Of Norton came in through the Out
gates. He was in evening clothes,
Id. hat. A dead cigarette dangled