White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1914-12-20

WOULD, ne declared, Laughing
Come; let's throw off moods and &C
into town for tea at the Rose Garden;
and II o feel strong enough well
trip the light fantastic"
They had been gone from the house
less than an hour when a man ran W
the steps of the vehanda and rang the
bell. Jones being busy at the real OF
The house, the maid came to the door.
rs Miss Hargreave in?" the
stranger asked.
No. abruptly. The door began to
close ever so slowly.
do you know where can find
her?"
The maid eyed him with covert
keenness; then, remembering that the
reporter was with Florence, said. Il
believe she is at the Rose Garden this
afternoon"
THAT is in town.
Yes"
mai htu db-
ruptly and ran down the steps.
The maid ran back to Jones.
Why didn't you call me?" he de-
manded in~mpatiently.
There wasn't time
Did you tell him where she was?"
Yes. But | shouldn't have told
him If Mr.. Norton had not been with
Miss Florence"
Jones ran to the front, dashed out.
eyed the back of the man Fastening
down the street. smiled. and returned
to his work, or. rather, TO the maid
He took her by the shoulder, whirled
her about, and shot a look into her
eyes that quailed her.
Always call me hereafter, no mat
ter what | am doing. That man has
never laid eyes on Florence and has
no ida what she looks like. Why did
you drug my coffee the night of that
ball?"
She stepped back.
And how much did they pay you
for letting that doctor send Florence
to Atlantic City? know everything.
Hereafter. walk straight. If you
play another trick I'll kill you with
these two hands. And listen and tell
this to your con~federates: l always
know every move they make; that is
why no n is missing from this
house. There is a traitor. Let them
find him If they can. Will you walk
straight. or will you leave?"
Il will walk straight" she fad
tered. THE money was too big a
temptation.
Did they give it to you?"
Yes. And more to stay here.
But this is the first bit of dishonest
work ] ever did"
We'll. remember what | have said
Another misstep ind I'll make an end
to you. Don't think I'm trying to
scare you. You've witnessed enough
to know that It's life and death in
this house. Now run along"
At the Garden Jim and FLORENCE
sauntered among the crowd, not hav-
ing any particular objective point in
view.
"Sh," whispered Jim.
What is it,"
Olga Perigoff is yonder in a box. I"
Very well; let us go and sit with
her. Is she alone
Apparently. But don't you think
we'd better go elsewhere"
MY dear young man." said Flor
enee with mock loftiness, "Olga PERI
goff has written me down as a simple
young fool. and that is why. sooner or
later. I'm going to put the shoe on
the other foot. You and Jones have
coddled me long enough. Inasmuch
as | am the stake they are playing for,
I intend to have something more than
a speaking part in the play"
"All right; you're the admiral" he
said with pretended ~lightness.
So the two of them joined their
subtle enemy. conscience OF q tingle
of zest as they did SO. On her part.
the countess was always Suspicious
of this sleepy-eyed reporter. She
never could tell how 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 a negligible
quantity. She greeted them ELUSIVE
ly and offered them chairs. For half
an hour they sat there chatting in
antics. all the while each mind busy
with deep concerns.
When the man in search OF Flor
ence eventually arrived and asked the
manager of the garden II he knew
Miss H%argreave by sight the manager
..s.l $4,000 ~ - nh. -