Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1915-03-12

it?"
II shouldn't be surprised" he ad-
mitted.
She slipped the ring from he- finger
and gave it to him.
There is poison In it, so be care
full how you handle it," she said.
The policeman accepted it gingerly
and dropped it into his capacious
pocket. 1t tinkled as it fell against
the handouts.
Before you take me away I want
you to let me see my man"
Il can do that"
At that moment the other police
man broke in the door.
"All right, Dolan; she's given up
the game"
she didn't kill the nan after all"
said Officer Dolan.
He's alive?" she screamed.
Yes; and they've taken him off to
the Tombs. Just a scalp wound. He'll
be all right in a day or two"
"Alive!" murmured Olga. She had
not killed the man she loved, then?
And IL they were indeed taken to 81.
IBERIA she would be with him until the
end of things.
With her handsome head proudly
erect she walked toward the door. She
paused for a moment to look at the
portrait Of Hargreave. Somehow it
seemed to smile at her ironically.
Then on down the stairs, between the
two officers, she went. Her glance
travelled coolly from face to face and
stopped at Forence's. There she saw
pity.
"You are sorry for met" she asked,
specifically.
20, yes! I forgive you," said the
generous Florence.
Thanks. Of1cers, I am ready"
So Countess Olga passed through
the hall door forever. How many
times had she entered it, with guile
and treachery In her heart? 1t was
the game. She had played It and lost,
and she must pay her debts to Fate.
the fiddler. Siberia! The tin OF
lead mines, the ankle chains, tho
knout, and many things that were far
worse to a beautiful woman. Well,
so long as Braine was at her side she
would suffer all these things without
a murmur. And always there would
be q chance, a chance!
When they heard the taxicab rum
BILE down the driveway to the street
Hargreave turned to Florence.
Come along, now, and we'll have
the bad taste taken off our tongues.
To win out Is the true principle of
life. 1t takes of some Of the tinsel
and glamour, but the end is worth
WHILE"
They all trooped up the stairs to
Florence's room. So wonderful is the
power and attraction of money that
they forgot the humiliation of their
late enemies.
Hargreave approached the portrait
of himself, took it from the wall,
pressed a button on the back, which
fell outward. Behold! There, in neat
packages of a hundred thousand each,
lay the mystic million! The specta-
tors were awed into silence for a mo
ment. Perhaps the thought of each
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terrible hazards, the deaths that had
taken place because of this enormous
sum of money.
A million, sometimes called cool,
why nobody knows! There it lay,
without feeling, without emotion; yell
low notes payable to bearer on de-
mand. Presently Florence gasped,
Norton sighed, and Hargreaye smiled.
The face of Jones Cor Jedson) alone
remained impassive.
A million dollars is a marvellous
sight. Few people have ever seen it.
not even millionaires themselves. I
dare say you never saw 1t, and I'm
tolerably certain I never have, or
will! A million, ready for eager.
careless fingers to spend or thrifty
fingers to multiply! What C~orreggio,
what Rubens, what Titan could stand
beside 1t? None that I wot of.
Florence, that is all yours, to do
with as you please, to spend when and
how you will. Share 1t with your hus.
band to be. He is a brave and gal
liant young man and is fortunate in
finding a young woman equally brave
and gallant. For the rest of my days
l expect peace. Perhaps sometimes
Jones here and l will talk over the
strange things that have happened;
but well do that only when we haven't
you young folks to talk to. After your
wedding journey you will return here.
While I live this shall be your home,
I demand that much. Free! No
mor looking over my shoulder when
I walk the streets, NJ more testing
windows and doors. I am myself
again. I take up the thread l iaiG
down eighteen years ago. Have nc
fear. Neither Braine nor Olga will
ever return. Russia has a grip OF
steel"
Three weeks later Servan, the Rus
sian agent, left for Russia with his
three charges-Olga. Braine and
Vroon. 1t was a long journey they
went upon, something like ten weeks
always watched, always under the
strictest guard, compelled to eat with
wooden forks and knives and spoons
Waking or sleeping they knew ne
rest from espionage. From Paris tt
Berlin, from Berlin to Petrograd
then known as st. Petersburg: ant
then began the cruel journey over the
mighty steppes Of that barbaric viii
derness to the Siberian mines. Thu
way of the transgressor is hard.
On the same day that Olga, Brain,
and Vroon made their first descen
| into the deadly mines Florence ant
Norton we're married. After tn
I storm the sunshine; and who shall
2 deny them happiness? 2
Immediately after the ceremon,
9 the two sailed for Europe OF thei
honeymoon; and it is needless to sa.
that some of the million went witt
them, but there was no myster
r about 1t!
THE ENID