The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1915-04-06

tried to read; but soon it fell to her
| lap. She was gazing through the win
dow when Bemis entered with the mail.
| Listlessly she opened her letters.
Two of them she laid aside, unread.
| The third, with a scrawling address
upon the envelope, attracted her in
terest. She opened the envelope hast
| lily and read: "A dog came to my house
yesterday
Pauline's face lighted with hope and
happiness.
"Oh, isn't Owen splendid?" she
breathed. He knew just what to do"
Eagerly she read on through the
letter which Owen Ito whom she was
so gratefully had dictated to the hag
in the den of the counterfeters.
With the letter in her hand she ran
out to the veranda.
Harry Harry" she called across
the garden. There was no answer,
save that Margaret and Bemis came
to the door.
Run up to Mr.. Marvin's room and
see if he is there, Margaret. Bemis
go out and see if he is at the garage"
NO, Miss Marvin" said Bemis. He
has gone to Westbury"
Pauline stood silent for a moment
We'll then, | must go myself" she
said with quick decision.
She sped upstairs, and within
few minutes was out at the garage in
her motoring dress. A mechanician
was working over her racing car in
front of the garage-the racing car
that was just recovering from it's
recent calamity in the International
race.
rs it all fixed, Hempley? Can
drive it today" she asked eagerly.
"Why-yes maam-you could" said
the mechanician. But | haven't got
1t polished UP yet.
That doesn't matter in the least
! want to use it today-now"
Lightly she sprang to the seat of the
1.-the racer and in moment was away
down the drive.
No. 1913 Myrtle avenue was an adj
dres little difficult to find in Braith-
waite. Myrtle avenue was we'll outside
the new town and Pauline had made
several inquiries before an elderly
man, whom she found in the telegraph
office, volunteered directions.
She thanked him, and drove back
for two miles before she found the turn
he had indicated.
Within a few minutes she had swung
her car to the door of the begrimed
and dismal house where Owen had
held his conference with the counter
letters the day before.
The appearance of the place was I'M
prepossessing enough to tinge with
hesitation even the ambitious courage
of Pauline. But the sight of the ven-
cradle woman on the low porch--a wo-
l,,N1 tod rr,jN -
hopeless vine over the front door
allayed her fears.
You are Mrs. Sheible-you sent me
a message that you had found my
dog?" Pauline asked approaching
The crone turned as if surprised.
For a moment the confusion that she
meant to simulate was sincere. She
had expected to see no such vision as
that of Pauline, on the -blackened steps
of the coiner's den.
+ "A dog?' she quavered vaguely
Then with growing self-mastery. "Oh
yes, my dear little lady-the pretty
white dog. He came to us yesterday.
My son-he brought me the newspa-
per- and
oh, you are a dear" cried Pauline.
May | see him now?-I am so fond
of him?"
Yes, my little lady. Will you come
into our poor abode?"
Pauline followed down the dark
stairs to the basement She stepped
| back with a tremor of suspicion, as
the bag raped three times upon the
| folding doors, and the doors opened
silently ON their oiled rails. But she
was inside the narrow passage and the
| liphf that Or ,c1
pair of doors had allayed her anxiety
| before she thought of questioning.
The bag stood aside and, with bow
and the wave of directing hand. wait
ed for Pauline to enter.
| In a breath she was seized from
both sides. Strong cruel hands held
her while Wallace, the coiner chief
deftly smothered her cries with tight
drawn bandage across her lips.
She had hardly had time to see the
little terrier Juggling at his chain in
the corner of the room. His wild bark
ing was all she knew of possible as
sistance in the lonely prison where she
now found herself. -
They laid her on the floor. She
heard cracking laugh from the lips
of the aged bag. She heard voice
that seemed strangely familiar giving
! abrupt orders. Pauline sought in vain
to place the memory of the voice 1t
was that of Balthazar, the gypsy.
Suddenly she heard cries. The bark
ing of the dog had stopped. There was
the thud Of heavy footsteps on the
stone floor of the cellar.
| Catch him. Shoot him if you have
to-" came the command in the myster
iously familiar voice. She felt that her
captors were no longer near her. There
was beat of rushing footsteps ON the
floor.
| 1t was several minutes before she
heard voices again in the room.
The cur hasn't been there long
enough to know her. 1t won't make
any difference" said Rupert Wallace
coming through the open doors. but
I'm sorry 1t got away"
Where is Miss Pauline? asked
Harry, as he entered the house on his
return from Westbury.
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