White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1914-12-27

after a given time, will do the trick
Ii they suspect and throw them on
we have lost nothing but the peach
es. A trusted messenger will carr,
them to the H~argreave house. And
then wei sit down and wait"
Meantime. in the library of the
H%argreaye house, Florence and jim
were puzzling over the blank sheet
of paper.
"I1l wager" said Jim, the water
washed all the writing away. The
fire does not seem to do any good.
Well turn 1t over to Jones. Jones'll
find a way to solve 1t. Trust him. >
What are you two chattering
about?' asked Susan, who was ar
ranging some flowers on the table.
Secrets" said Jim. smiling.
"Humphi"
minutes longer, then crossed 10 the
reception room. intending to go up
stairs. AT that moment the maid
was admitting a messenger with a
basket of fruit.
For Miss Hargreave." said he. He
gave the basket to the maid, touch
ed his cap awkwardly, end swung OH
his heel, closing the door behind him.
He was in a hurry to deliver another
message.
20. what lovely fruit" cried Su-
san. pausing. I'm going to steal
one she laughed. She selected a
peach and began eating 1t on the way
to her room.
The maid passed on into the Ii
brary.
What's this?' inquired Florence,
as the maid held out the basket. She
selected a peach and was about to
set her white teeth into it when
Jim interposed.
Wait a moment, dear Florence
lowered the peach. Jim turned to
the maid. who sent it,"
81 don't know, sir. A messenger
brought 1t. saying 1t was for Miss
lIargreave."
Let me see If there is a card. But
Jim searched in vain for the card of
the doner. At once all his suspicious
arose. Don't touch them. Better
let the maid throw them put. Fruit
from unknown persons might not be
the healthiest thing in the world"
What do you Think"
That in all probability it is poi
soned. But there's no need trying to
rroye my theory right or wrong.
Ask Jones. He'll tell you to throw
them away"
HORRIBLE" Florence ~shuddered.
But they do not want to poison me.
I'm too valuable. They want me
alive
Who can say returned Jim
gloomily. They may have learned
that they cannot beat US. no matter
what card they turn up. l may be
wrong. but take my advice and
throw them away Good
Lord, what's that?" startled.
Some one cried."
20, Miss Florence," exclaimed the
maid, terror stricken as she recalled
Susan's act. Miss Susan took a
peach from the basket and was eat
ing 1t on the way to her room,"
Good heavens" gasped Jim. Il
was right. The fruit was poisoned"
Jim had head enough TO send for
a specialist he knew. The specialist
arrived about twenty minutes after
Susan's first cry. To his keen eye
1t looked like a certain poison which
had for its basis the venom of the
cobra.
vii she liver
20. yes. But she'll be a wreck
for some months. Send her to the
hospital where / can visit her fire.
quently. And I'll take that peach
along for analysis. No police AFFAIR.""
mo. We dare not call them in"
said Jim.
That's your affair. I'll send
down the ambulance. Keep her
quiet. She'll have a species of par
alysis; but that1l work OF under the
treatment. A strange business
so 1t Is" agreed Jim grimly.
Florence knelt beside her friend S
bed and cried softly.
You called me just in time. An
hour later. nothing would have saved
her. She would have been paralyzed
for life"
Jim accompanied the doctor to
the door and went in search of Jones
He found the taciturn butler eyine