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

WohoSieu hOW puo ndu SOlhC IhSic. WHEN
Braine reached the girl and pulled her into
the launch Jim saw her face plainly.
He flew from his vantage point, found .
skiff, and started after Braine.
BY the Lord Harry" murmured the
rogue. WELL they can talk of mama from
heaven, but this is what 1 call luck Flor.
ence Hargreave, out of nowhere, into my
arms! The god of luck has cast another
horseshoe and it's mine"
He had flask in his pocket, and he forced
some of the biting spirits down the girls
throat. She opened her eyes.
We'll, my beauty?"
Florence eyed him wildly, not quite under
standing where he had come from.
1 don't know how you got here" ne saidt
land l don't care. But here we are to-
gether at last. Where is your father2"
I'll don't know" dazedly.
Better think quickly" he warned "I
want lucid answers to my questions, or back
you go into the water I'm about at the end
Of my rope. I've been beaten too many
times, my girl, to have any particular love
for you. Now, where is your father?"
al don't know; have never seen him."
Braine laughed.
And Jim's boat ran afoul some rocks and
into the water he went. He had not at
tracted Braines attention, fortunately. He
began to swim toward the drifting launch.
where have they hidden that money!"
al don't know"
Well, well; I've given you your chance
You'll have to try your luck with the water
again"
Florence, weak she was, set her lips
You don't ask for mercyt" he said
banteringly.
"I should be wasting my breata to ask
for mercy from such a monster as you are,"
she answered quickly.
"That damned Hargreave nerve!" he !
snarled.
He rolled up his sleeves and stepped
toward her. She braced herself but did not
turn her eyes from his. Suddenly, from
nowhere at all, came a pair of hands. One
clutched the gunwale and the other laid
hold of Braine. A quick pull followed, and
Brane began to toppe. But even as he fell
he managed to fling himself atop his assail-
ant; and 1t was only when the struggle began
in the water that he recognized the reporter.
All the devil in him came to the surface and
he fought with the ierceness of 9 tiger to
KILL kill, kill In nearly every instance this
meddling reporter had checkmated him. This !
time one or the other of them should stay In
the water.
Norton recognized that he had large order
before MIN to disable Braine. The recogni-
ton between them was now frank and abso-
lutte; there could never again be any diplo-
matte sdestepping.
You're a dead man, Nortoni" painted
Braine, as he reached for tho reporters
throat
Norton said nothing, but struck the hand
aside. For moment they both went under.
Tney came up sputtering, each trying for a
hold. 1t was terribly enervating struggle.
Florence could do nothing The boat in
which she sat continued to drift away from
the fighting men. Once she tried to reach
Braine with the pole ne had been using, but
failed.
From the shore came another boat Fou
awhile she could not tell whether Il cona
tanned friends or enemies. It was terrible to
be forced to wait, absolutely helpless. When
she heard the newcomers call encourag agingly
to Braine she knew then that the brave Hght
of her sweetheart was going to come to-
naught. She knew little about motors.
She threw on tine power and headed straight
toward the rowboat The men shouted at
her, but she did not alter her course The
rowboat had its sides crushed In and tho
men went ping into the water.
" Jim," she cried.
Norton suddenly flung of Braine Gnd began
to swim madly for the motorboat which
Florence had brought about. Even then IL
was only by the barest luck in the world that
Norton managed to catch the gunwale. The
rest of 1t was simple. When they finally
reached a haven, Florence, oddly enough
thought of the horse she had left tsthsrsa
nine miles from the stables. She laughed
hysterically.
:" I guess he won't die. We can send some
one out for him. Now, for heavens sake.
how did you get into thlsr Where were you4
What have you been up TOT" with tendeA
brusqueness.
:" wanted to do a little detective work o.
my own" she faltered.
." 1t looks as IL you had done Il. You
infant! WIN you never learn to keep out-
side this muddle? It's mans work"
Florence, thoroughly weakened By her long
immersion in the water, began to weep 81
lently.
"Ycu poor child. I'm brute!" And he h
comforted her.
Later that day, at home, she remembered
the blank paper.
al stole this from one of the men In tho
cave. He said this blank paper would
probably save father"