Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-10-31

suspicious of this sleepy-eyed reporter. She
never could tell now much he knew But of
Florence she was reasonably certain; and so
long as she could fool the pretty infant the
suspicious of the reporter were of neg
ligible quantity. She greeted them effusively
and offered them chairs. For half an hour
they sat there, chatting inanities, all the
while each mind busy with deeper concerns
When the man in search of Florence even
tuHlly arrived and asked the manager of the
garden if he knew Miss Hargreave by sight
the manager pointed toward the box. The
man wound his way in and out of the iders
and by the time he reached the box Jim and
Florence had made their departure. The
man bowed, approached, and asked if she
was Miss Hargreave. For a moment the
countess suspected trap. Then 1t appealed
to her mind that If there was no trap it might
be we'll to pose as Florence, if only to learn
what the outcome might be-
Yes What is wanted?" she asked.
The man took a letter from his pocket and
handed it to Olga, saying: "Give this to
your father. He knows how to read it."
Before she could reply the man had turned
and was hurrying away.
Olga opened the note, her heart beating
furiousy. 1t was utterly blank. At first
she thought it was noaI. Then she hap
pened to remember that there was such a
thing as invisible ink. At last! Hargreave
was alive; this letter settled all doubt in her
mind on this question. AliveI And not only
that, but the girl and Jones were evidently
IN communication with him. She summoned
a waiter, made secret sign, and he bowed
and approached. She slipped the letter into
his hand and whispered: "Show that at
the cave tomorrow 1t is in invisible ink and
meant for Hargreaye."
He's alive?"
Positively"
Very well" The waiter bowed and
strolled away nonchalanty.
Braine was in Boston over night, other
wise the countess would have taken the mys-
terious note at once to him. She remained
for perhaps a quarter of an hour longer and
then left the garden. She would have taken
the letter to her own apartment but for the
fact that the chemicals needed were hidden
In the cave.
Now it happened that Florence went ont
for her early ride the next morning, and
crossing field she saw a man with bundle
under his arm. The sun struck his profile
and limned it plainly, and Florence uttered a
low cry. The man had not observed her.
SO, very quietly, she slipped from the horse
tethered 1t to tree, and started after the
man to learn what he was doing to far from
the city, She would never forget tnat face.
She had seen it that dreadful night when the
note had lured her into the hands of ner
enemies. The face belonged to the man who
had impersonated her father
1t occurred to her that sne might just as
well do little detective work on her own
hook. She had passed through SO many terri
flying episodes that she was beginning to
crave for the excitement, strange as this may
seem Like a gambler VINO has once played
for high stakes, she no longer found pleasure
In thimbles and needles and pins. She fol-
lowed the man with no little skill and at
length saw him approach a knoll, stoop,
apparently press spring, and a hole sud
denly yawned. The man vanished quickly.
and the spot took on again its virginia. ap-
pearance. A cavel Florence had the patience
to wait By and by the man appeared again
and skunk away.
When she was sure that he was beyond
range, she came out from the place of con-
cealment, crept up the knoll, and searched
about for the magic Tandle Of this strange