Rural Retreat times. [volume] (Rural Retreat, Va.) 1892-1918, 1915-06-01

"Here, Just Glance over This"
what kind-and he is pretending he's
dead till this blows over and is for
gotten
You are not going to say that in
your newspaper" Jones was visibly
agitated.
Not If / can prove It,"
IF / tell you who those young la
dies are, will you give me your word
Of honor not to write about them till
give my permission?"
Norton, having in mind the big
story at the end of this mystery tan
gle, agreed.
vate school; the other is Stanley Har-
greave's daughter"
Good Lord" gasped the astonished
reporter HE never mentioned the
fact to me-" and we've been together
in some tight places"
HE never mentioned it to any one
but me- Jones again seemed to re-
fleet. At last he raised his glance to
the reporter. Are you willing to wait
for a great story, the real story?"
IF there is one" answered Norton
with his usual caution.
ION my word of honor, you shall
have such story as you neverdreamt
of, if you will promise not to divulge
it till the appointed time"
Il agree"
1.-THE peace and happiness Of that
child depends upon how you keep your
word.''
That was sufficient for Norton.
"Your master knew me. He knew also
that / am not man who promises
lightly. Now introduce me to the
daughter"
With plain reluctance Jones went
about the affair. Norton put a dozen
perfunctory questions to the girl. What
| he was in search of was not news but
| the sound of her voice. In that quar-
ter of an hour he felt his heart dis
| turbed as he had never before been
| disturbed.
Nov, Mr. Norton" said Jones
gloomily, will you be SO kind as to
follow me?"
Norton was led to Jones' bedroom.
/; The butler-valet closed the door and
drew the window shade. Always seek
ing shadows. This did not impress the
reporter at the time; he had no other
thought but the story. Jones then
sat down beside the reporter and
talked in an undertone. When he
had done he took Norton by the elbow
and gently but forcibly led him down
to the front door and ushered him
forth. Norton jumped into his taxicab
and returned to his rooms, which
were at the top of the huge apart
ment hotel. He Immediately called up
his managing editor.
Hello! This is Norton. Put Griffin
on the Hargreave yarn. I'm of on
another DEAL"
but Hargreave was friend of
yours" protested the managing ed
itor.
II know It, But you know me well
enough, Mr.. Blair. / should not ask
the transfer If it was not vitality i'm
portant
~, very Well.
1--WE sha'n't be scooped."
"If you can promise that, l don't
care who works on the job. VIII you
be in the office tonight"
'1f nothing prevents me-"
well, good-by."
| Norton filled his pipe, drew his
chair to the window, and stared at
the great liner going down to sea.
Lord, Lord!" he murmured Then
he smiled and chuckled. Some bright
morning he would have all New York
by the ears, the police running round
in circles, and the chiefs of the rival
sheets tearing their hair. What q
story! Four columns on the first page
and two whole pages Sunday.
And all of a sudden he ceased to
smile aad chuckle.
In the living room of the Princess
Olga Perigoff's apartment the mistress
lay reading on the divan. There was
no cigarette between her we'll shaped
lips, for she was not the accepted type
OF adventures. In fact, she was not
an adventures; she was really the
Princess Perigoff. Her maiden name
had been Olga Pushkin; but more OF
that later.
When Braine came in he found her
dreaming with half closed eyes. He
hourished an evening newspaper.
"Olga, even the best OF us make
mistakes. Here, just glance over
this"
The Russian accepted the newspa.
Per and read the heading Indicated: