The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1915-01-27

hunted in every nook, drawer; I've
searched for panels, looked in trunks
for false bottoms. Nothing, nothing!
All, if | could only find it,"
"And what would you do with it?"
Take it at once to some bank and
offer the whole of it for the safe re-
turn of my father, every penny of it.
to turn" tears gathering in her eyes
and they were genuine tears, too
There are millions in stocks and
bonds and cannot touch penny of it
because the legal documents have not
been found. | can't even prove that /
am his daughter, except for half an old
bracelet, and my fathers lawyers say
that that would not hold in any
court"
you we're born in st. Petersburg,
my dear. Have the embassy there look
up the birth registers"
That would not put me into posses
sion. Nothing but the return of my
father will avail me. And there's hor-
rible thought always of my not being
his real daughter"
There's no doubt in my mind. I
have only to recall Katrina's face to
know whose child you are. But what
will you live on?" Here was a far
greater mixup than she had calculated
upon. Supposing after all it was only
a resemblance, that the child was not
Hargreave's. substitute just to blind
the Black Hundred? To keep them
away from the true daughter? Her
mind grew bewildered over such pos
sibilities. The single and only way to
settle all doubts was to make this
child a prisoner If she was Har-
sreaves true daughter he would come
out of his hiding.
She heard Florence answering her
question: There is a sum of ten or
twelve thousand in the Riverdale bank,
under the control of my fathers but
Ter. After that is gone, don't know
what will happen to us, Susan and
me-"
THE door of Miss Farlows will al
ways be open to you, Florence" re-
piled Susan, with love in her eyes.
, This interesting conversation was
interrupted by the advent of Norton.
He was always dropping in during the
late afternoon hours. Florence liked
him for two reasons. One was that
Jones trusted him to a certain extent
and the other was that that
she liked him. She finished this SEN
tence in her heart defiantly.
I Today he brought her box of beau
tiful roses. and at the sight Of them
the princess smiled family. Set the
wind in that quarter? She could have
laughed. Here was her revenge against
this meddler who took no particular
notice of her while Florence was In
the room. She would encourage him,
poor grubbing newspaper writer, with
his beggarly pittance! What chance
had he of marrying this girl with mil
lions within reach Of her hand?
The peculiar thing about this was
that Norton was entertaining the same
thought at the same time: what earth
ly chance had he?
In the second story window Of the
house over the way there was a wor-
ried man. But when his glasses
brought in range the true contents OF
the box he laughed sardonically.
"This watching is getting my goat.
smell a rat every time ! see a
shadow" He wiped the lenses OF his
opera glasses and proceeded to roll
cigarette.
! When the princess and Norton went
away Jones stole quietly up to Flor
ence's room and threw up the curtain.
Two round points of light flashed from
the watchers window, but the saturn
inc smile on Jones lips was not OBJ
served. He went to the door. opened
II cautiously, hand to his ear. Then
he closed the door. turned back the
rug and removed section Of the floor
ing Out OF this cavity he raised box.