The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1915-02-25

cite disappeared around the corner,
and the lights In the apartment were
turned On again.
Hes gone. You really think he's
watching me?"
He is watching this apartment, l
know that much
And even at that moment the watch
er was watching from his vantage be.
hind the corner.
Suspicious" he murmured. tossing
the cigarette into the gutter. They're
! watching me for a change. I'll drop
u | know what | know. It's a great
world. It's fine to be alive and kicking
on top of t." He went on without
haste and took the subway train for
downtown.
rs there any way I could get nea
him." asked Braine.
Tomorrow night you might leave
by the j%anitor's entrance. I'll keep
the lights on till you're outside. Then
I'll turn them off and you can follow
and learn who he is"
IT'S mighty important
Don't scowl. At your age a wrinkle
Is apt to remain il you once get ii
started"
He laughed. Wrinkles" She could
talk Of wrinkles,
a"They are more important than you
think. Every morning | rub out the
Wrinkle | go to bed with"
Il wish you could rub out the gen
era! stupidity which is wrinkllng my
brain. I've made three moves and
failed in each. What's come over
me?"
Perhaps you've had too many sue.
cesses. The wheel of chance is al
ways turning around"
May I smoker"
Thanks. At least it proves you still
have some consideration for me. You
would smoke whether it was agreeable
or not. But / like the odor of a good
cigar. And it always helps you to
think"
Braine lit the cigar and began his
customary pacing. At length he
paused,
Suppose We have a real old-fash-
Toned coaching party out TO the old
mansion we know about?",
And what shall We do there"
Make the mansion an enchanted
castle where sometimes people who
enter can't get out. Do you think you
heould get her to go?"
y can try"
! r.nloo|f Il ,,rCt h,va tb,t o;rl. nrS T
must have her soon. Sometimes | find
myself nightly puzzled over the
whole thing. II Hargreave is alive,
why doesn't he turn up now that it's
/ practically known that his daughter
presides over his household? might
understand it if I didn't know that
| Hargreave is really afraid of nothing
Where is the man with the five thou
sand, picked up at sea? What was
the reason for Jones carrying that box
out in broad daylight? Who is the
chap watching across the street?
Sometimes | believe in my soul-if |
have one!-that Hargreave is playing
with us, playing! Well" flinging the
half consumed cigar into the CRATE,
the Black Hundred always goes for
ward, win or lose, and neve forgets."
1--WE are a fine pair" said the wo
man bitterly.
1--WE are exactly what fate intended
us to be. They wrote you down in the
book as a beautiful body with a
crooked mind. They wrote me down
as the devil, doomed to roam earth's
top till I'm killed"
Killed."
"Why, yes. I'm not the kind OF
chap who dies in bed. surrounded BY
the weeping members of the family,
doctor, nurse, and priest. I'm a
sc%oundrei; but it has this saving
grace, / enjoy being a scoundrel. Now,
I'm going up to the club. There's
nothing like a game OF billiards or
chess to smooth that wrinkle which
seems to worry you
In the great newspaper Office there
was a mighty racket. Midnight al
ways means pandemonium in the
city room Of a metropolitan daily.
Copy boys were rushing to and fro.
messengers anu printers Will SllChy
galleys in their hands: reporters were
banging away at their typewriters,
and i~ntermingling you could hear the
ceaseless clickety-clic from the tele-
graph room.
The managing editor came out Of
his office and approached the desk Of
the night city editor.
Editorial page gone down.
Twenty minutes ago" said the
night city editor.
q wanted a stick OF that Panama
rumpus."
Too late"
where's Jim Norton?"
AT the chamber of commerce ban
quet. The major is going to throw a
bomb into the enemy's camp"
Nothing on the Hargreave STUFF"
NO. Guess I'd better put that in
the ~cubbyhole. He's dead
NO will found YETI"
Not a piece as big as a postage
stamp"
That will leave the girl in a tough
place. No will. no birth certificate;
and. worst of all, no photograph of
the old man himself. don't see why
J;n, Sidootanpod fhic affair Ha tho