The Cook County news-herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Cook County, Minn.) 1909-current, 1915-06-17

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steward told me you were herewith
Mr.. Marsh"
Brill made a mental note that this
prince Of jailers should find himself
suddenly enriched at the end of the
| voyage.
"You wished me to keep you inform
ed Of everything new" she continued.
"Well, father told me some time ago
to be ready to go aboard the Czarovitch
at moments notice."
''Tonight?" cried the young man,
clutching the back of chair at the
shock of this sudden turn of affairs
for the worse. 'Impossibler'
The girl regarded him with eyes sad
~ calm. 1T is necessary, he says"
she went on, '1n order that he may
consult with the government represent
tative and obtain his receipts as the
gold arrives.
"How soon do you expect to leave"
asked Brill, pacing the room.
"A boat was being put in readiness
when l came away"
Truly, the plot was nearing its de-
movement. Brill could but admit it's
diabolical ingenuity. What was to be
done? He longed for Marsh with his
clever resources and had determined
to send Stebbins to find him, when a
new expression-half terror, half regret
on Marion's face made him forget his
intent.
isn't the steamer coming to stop?"
she whispered, grasping the sleeve Of
Drills coat with an adorably uncon-
scious gesture that asked, he fancied,
for protection. He stood silent for a
minute. Yes, the monster was CULVER
ing less than ordinarily, and he had an
instructive knowledge that it's speed
| was lessening. The moment Of part
ing had come.
The girl held out her hand to rest
in his for the last time. AS he took it
his soul rushed to hers in the warm
clasp, and he knew that she must not,
could not, go until he had revealed his
heart and sought to find the future.
Yet with the perversity Of love he must
needs begin in roundabout fashion.
Miss Jennison," he said earnestly,
your father is going on a mission that
promises danger. Do you think that
YOU
Il think nothing, except that if there
is to be peril l should be with him."
she replied, raising pathetic eyes to his.
He released her hand in the excite
ment of great inspiration. Why not
:! 80 with her and her father as volun-
teer? With Stebbins and perhaps
Marsh, right might yet triumph over
| evil.
Besides, Mr.. Benedict has agreed
to accompany my father" the girl
went on.
Benedict? It was no part of the
scoundrePs plan, then, to drop his mask
of friendship. He was going along
with the gold and it's guardians in the
guise of self sacrificing friend, and
with his consummate cleverness it was
quite likely that he would strengthen
his hold upon the Jennisons' confidence
until long after his crime was accom-
plished.
The hour Of the Mexicans triumph
seemed about to strike The girl moved
toward the door:
J. Zone moment, Miss Jennison!' he
cried.
Yes, he would go too. His hand was
on the doorknob when the realization
that he was prisoner, accused of a
felony, rushed across his mind. He
could see the sneer with: which Bene-
dict would greet the announcement
that he (Overton BrilD proposed to be-
come one Of the party with the gold.
Again Marion Jennison held out her
hand and smiled pathetically.
"Goodby, Mr.. Brill,' she said.
He clasped her hand tightly and
gazed intently into her eyes.
Miss Jennison," he exclaimed, with
all the earnestness he could put into
words, "give me few moments.
There are some things must explain"
II am very sorry" she replied, 'but
they will be searching for me If L do
not r4join my father. And he: knew
where I was going," she added. ,:.~
Brill bowed and stood aside. She
put a hand on the door, then turned
and faced him. No lover could have
resisted the appeal her look made to
him, and Brill was ready to seek Bene-
dict and fight it; out with him before
them ALL. Another step and - both
would have crossed the threshold to-
4 gether when q sound came family to
Brill ears;sa Ia uIid m hose low. n, n,,rn.