The Ocala banner. (Ocala, Marion County, Fla.) 1883-194?, 1914-10-23
tcopyrisht. 1914, By Harold Macarath)

Florence, | am Jones!"
She stopped, recognized him, and
without word ran across the street
to the automobile and climbed into the
tonneau. Jones followed Immediately.
"Homei"
The car shot up the dimly lighted
street, shone palely for second under
the corner lamp, and vanished.
"Ah. child, child" groaned the man
at her side, all the tenseness gone
from his body. He was Jones again.
Still she did not speak but stared
ahead with unseeing eyes.
No further reproach fell from the
buffers lips. 1t was enough that God
had guided him to her at the appointed
moment. He felt assured that never
again would she be drawn into any
trap. Poor child! What had they said
to her, done to her? How, in Gods
name, had she escaped from them who
never let anybody escape? Presently
she would become normal. and then
she would tell him.
Il found the lying note. You dropped
it."
Horrible. horrible!" she said almost
inaudibly.
What did they do to you?"
HE said he was my father. :.
He put his arms around me. Z.
And knew!"
Knew what?"
THAT he lied. / can't explain"
Don't try!"
Suddenly she laid her head against
the buffers shoulder and cried. 1t
was terrible to hear youth weep in
this fashion. Jones put his arm about
her, and tried to console her
"Horrible!" she murmured between
the violent hiccoughs. Il was wrong,
wrong! Forgive mel"
Unconsciously the arm sustaining
her drew her closer.
Never mind" he consoled Tell no
one what has happened. Go about as
usual. Don't let even Susan know.
Whatever your poor father did was for
your sake. He wanted you to be
happy, without care in the world"
Il promise" And gradually the sobs
ceased. But / feel so old, Jones, so
very old. l threw over the lamp.
threw a chair through the window.
They thought that it was l who had
jumped out. That gave me the neces-
sary time. / don't understand how /
did it. l wasn't frightened at all till
I gained the street"
They found Susan still seated in the
chair, the automatic in her lap. She
had not moved in all this time!
Braine paced the apartment of the
Princess Perigoff From the living
room to the boudoir and back, fully
twenty times. From the divan Olga
watched him nervously. He was like
a tiger. fresh in captivity. All at once
he paused in front OF her
do you realize what that mere chit
did,"
81 do"
Planned to the minute. We had
her; seven of US; doors locked. and
all that No weeping, no wailing;
could not understand then. but do
now. it's In the blood. Hargreave was
as peaceful as ST. Bernard dog, till
you cornered him, and then he was
lion. o. the devil! Slipped out OF our
fingers like an eel. And across the
street. Jones In racer! never paid
any particular attention to Jones, but
from now on | shall. The girl may or
may not know where the money is, but
Jones does, Jones does! Two men
shall watch FELTON, on the street and
Orloff from the windows OF the de-
serted house. With opera glasses he
will be able to take note of all that
happens in the house during the day.
He will be able to see the girls room.
And that's the important point 1t was
a good plan, little woman; and 1t
would have been plain sailing If only
we had remembered that the girl was
Hargreave's daughter. Be very care
full hereafter when you call on her. A
night like this will have made her sus-
picious of every one. Our hope lies
with you. Anything on your mind?
Yes Why not insert a personal IN
the Herald?" She drew some writing
paper toward her and scribbled few
words.
He read: "Florence-the hiding
place is discovered. Remove it to
more secret spot at once. s. HE
laughed and shook his head I'm
afraid that will never do"
IF she reads it, Jones will. The man
with the opera glasses may see some
thing. There's a chance Jones might
become worried"
We'll. Wen give 1t chance
1t was midnight when he made his
departure. AS he stepped into the
street. he glanced about cautiously
On the corner he saw q policeman
swinging his night stick. Otherwise
the street was deserted. Braine pro-
ceeded jauntily down the street.