The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1915-04-29

the start that you'd hide it in just
such spot, in some place where you
could always guard it and lay your
hands on it quickly if needs said
must"
"I'm mighty glad you were on my
side," said Hargreave. "In a few
minutes we'll go up and take a look
at those packets of bills. There's a
very unhappy woman there at pres
ent." .s.-rr@.a ..-..
sIs it in my room?" cried Florence.
Hargreave nodded.
Meantime Countess Olga lowered
between two courses; brave attempt
to escape by the window or to turn
the revolver against her heart. In
either case there was nothing left in
life for her. The man she loved was
dead below, killed by her hand. She
felt as though she was treading air in
some fantastical nightmare. She
could not go backward or forward and
her heels were always within reasa
VI HSI pun SoChS' H.... aE
So this was the end of things? The
dreams she had had of going away
with Braine to other climes, the hap
piness she had pictured, all mere
chimeras! A sudden rage swept over
her. She would escape, she would
continue to play the game to the end.
She would show them that she had
been the mans mate, not his plant
tool! She raised the window and in
slipped the policeman who had pa
tiently been waiting for her. Instant
ly she placed the revolver to her tenn
pie. A quick clutch and the police
man had her by the wrist. She made
one tigerish effort to free herself,
shrugged and signified that she sur
rendered.
81 don't want to hurt you, miss"
said the policeman, "but if you make
any attempt to escape I'll have to put
the handouts on you"
I'll go quietly. What are you go
ing to do with me?"
"Turn you over to the Russian
agent. He has extradition papers and
II guess it's Siberia"
"For mel" She laughed scornfully
! ado look like woman who woult
go to Siberia?"
"Be careful, miss. As said, I dom
want to use the cuffs unless / have to-
: She laughed again. It did not hav
a pleasant sound in the officers ears
!. He had heard women, on suicide bent
a laugh like that.
n "IIl ask you for that ring on you
: finger"
"Do you think there is poison j
f it,"
t 81 shouldn't be surprised" he &C
d mitted.
e She slipped the ring from her finge
y and gave it to him.
l. "There is poison in it, so be carr
e full how you handle it," she said.
:; The policeman accepted it gingerl
E and dropped it into his capaciol
l. pocket. 1t tinkled as it fell again
d the handouts.
ID Before you take me away wal
le you to let me see my man
ID 81 can do that"
Is At that moment the other polio
A. man broke in the door.
Cali right, Dolan; she's given =
lp the game"
1t "She didn't kill the man after all
le said Officer Dolan.
re "He's alive?" she screamed.
Of eyes; and they've taken him off
the Tombs. Just scalp wound. He
as be all right in day or two"
"Alive!" murmered Olga. She HI
d. not killed the man she loved, ther
tn And if they were indeed taken to S
hit IBERIA she would be with him until t
in end of things.
on With her handsome head proud
r. erect she walked toward the door. s
Id paused for moment to look at t
nd portrait Of Hargreave. Somehow
it. seemed to smile at her ionical
Then on down the stairs, between t
nd two officers, she went. Her CLAN
travelled coolly from face to face a
,~ stopped at Florence's. There she 81
Ter pity.
"You are sorry for me?" she ask
IFS skeptically.
On, 80, yes! I forgive you" said
ne, generous Florence.
Thanks. Officers, / am ready
7as So Countess Olga passed throu
md the hall door forever. How ma
the times had she entered it, with gr
cal and treachery in her heart? 1t '
Of the game. She had played it and K
me and she must pay her debts to Fs
az the fiddler. Siberia! The tin
les lead mines, the ankle chains,
ted knout, and many things that were
the worse to a beautiful woman. W
his so long as. Braine was at her side