The record. [volume] (St. Maries, Idaho) 1913-1918, 1914-11-10

lOWdIu THIS Jones ran Win the speed
Of a track athlete There might be
half a dozen taxicabs about, but he
would not run the risk Of engaging
any one Of them The Black Hundred
was capable of anticipating his every
movement
The shadow across the street stood
undecided. At length he concluded to
give Jones ten minutes in which to re-
turn. If he did not return within that
time. the watcher would go up to the
drug store and telephone for instruc
tions.
But Jones did not come back.
Where's Howard?" he demanded
Hello, Jones; what's up?"
Howard, get that car out at once"
out she comes. Wait till give her
radiator a bucket of water Geel"
whispered Howard whom Hargreave
often used as his chauffeur. get on to
his nibs First time I ever saw him
awake wonder hats doing? You
never know what's back OF those
mummy-faced headwaiters All
right, Jonesl"
The chauffeur jumped into the car
and Jones took the seat beside him.
Where tor"
Number IS =" and the rest OF
It trailed away, smothered in the vio-
lent thunder Of the big SKIS engines.
During the cars flight several police
men hailed it without success. Down
this street, up that, round this corner,
30 miles an hour; and all the while
Jones shouted: Faster. faster!"
Within twelve minutes from the time
it left the garage, the car stopped op-
posite No. rs Grove street. and Jones
got out
Wait here. Howard. If several men
come rushing out, or | don't appear
within ten minutes, fire your gun a
couple of times for the police | don't
want them if we can manage without.
They'd only bungle"
All right, Mr.. Jones, said the chauf-
feur- He had. in the past quarter Of
an hour, acquired a deep and lasting
respect for the butler chap. He was a
regular fellow. for all his brass but
tons.
As Jones reached the curb. Florence
came forth as if on invisible wings.
Jones caught her b. the arm. She
flung him aside with a strength he had
not dreamed existed in her slim body.
Florence. l am Jonesl"
She stopped, recognized him, and
without a word ran across the street
20 the automobile and climbed into the
onneau. Jones followed Immediately.
"Home!"
The car shot up the dimly lighted
street, shone paiely 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 thai 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, horriblel" she said almost
inaudibly.
What did they do to your"
He said he was my father.
He put his arms around me. :.
And l knew!"
Knew what?"
That he lied. ! can't explain"
Don't tryl"
Suddenly she laid her head against
the buffers shoulder and cried. II
was terrible to hear youth weep in
this fashion. Jones put his arm about
her, and tried to console her
"Horriblel" she murmurcd between
the violent hiccoughs. Il was wrong.
wrong Forgive mel"
Unconsciously the arm sustaining
her drew her closer.
$500 -A-A-f AA- ~eANRNrls Ell no
one what has happened. co about as
usual Don't let even Susan know.
Whatever your poor father did was for
your sake. He wanted you 10 be
happy. without q care in the world"
I promise" and gradually the sobs
ceased. But ! feel so old. Jones. SO
very old. threw over the lamp. l
threw a chair through the window.
They thought that it was / who had
jumped out That I'VE me the neces-
sary time. dolt understand how l
did It. ! wasn't frightened at all till
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 Perigof. From the living /
room to the boudoir and back, fully /
twenty times. From the divan Olga
him nervously He was like
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