The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1915-01-07
TlleMi|ionDo Mystery
Illustrated from Scenes IN fbe Photo Drama 81 the
Some Name b. the Ihonhouser Film COMPANY
(Copyrieht, 1914. b. Harold MaeoratAl
BY HAROLD MAC GRATH

cts mighty important"
Don't scowl. At your age wrinkle
is apt to remain IL you once get IL
started"
He laughed. "Wrinkles!" She could
talk of wrinkles!
"They are more important than you
think. Every morning rub out the
wrinkle go to bed with"
II wish you could rub out the gem
eral stupidity which is wrinkling my
brain. I've made three moves and
failed in each. What's come over
met"
Perhaps you've had too many sue
cesses. The wheel Of chance is al,
ways turning around"
MAY smoker"
Thanks. At least it proves you still
have some consideration for me. You
would smoke whether 1t was agreeable
or not. But like the odor Of 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 real old-fash1
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
could get her to go?"
Il can try"
"Olga, ! must have that girl; and r
must have her soon. Sometimes ] find
myself nightly puzzled over the
whole thing. II Hargreave is alives
why doesn't he turn up now that it's
practically known that his daughter
presides over his household? might
understand it II / didn't know that
iHargreave 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.' fiinging the
i
''the Black Hundred always goes for
ward. win or lose. and never forgets."
I'VE are a fine pair!" said the wo-
man bitterly.
! I'VE 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
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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 q
scoundrel; but it has this saving
grace, enjoy being a scoundrel. Now.
Jim going up to the club. There's
nothing like q game Of billiards or
chess to smooth that wrinkle which
seems to worry you"
In the great newspaper ONCE there
was mighty racket. Midnight al.
ways means pandemonium in the
city room Of q metropolitan daily.
Copy boys were rushing to and fro,
messengers and printers with sticky
galleys in their hands; reporters were
banging away at their typewriters.
and intermingling you could hear the
ceaseless clickety-click from the tele-
graph room.
The managing editor came out OF
his ONCE and approached the desk OF
the night city editor.
Editorial page gone DOWN."
Twenty minutes ago." said the
night city editor.
II wanted stick on that Panama
rumpus."
"Too late"
where's Jim Norton?"
AT the chamber of commerce BAN
quet. The major is going to throw .
| bomb into the enemy's camp"
Nothing on the Hargreave stunr'
mo. Guess I'd better put that in
the cubbyhole. He's dead"
mo will found YETI"
| mot q piece as big as q 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. I don't see why
Jim sidestepped this affair. He the
only man in town who knew anything
about Hargreave."
"He hasn't given It up; but he wants
to cover 1t on his own. turn the yarn
over when he's got it, no false alarms"
"Ah! So that's the game"
"Yes; and Jim IL the sort every pa
per needs. When the time comes the
story turns up. IL there is one. Here
he IL now. Looks like an actor In the
fourth act of drama. Good-looking
chap. though"
Norton came in through the outer
gates. He was in evening clothes, top
hat. A dead cigarette dangled be-
tween his lips.
How much do you want" asked tho
hight city editor.
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