The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1915-07-16

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ture Of such ~rsv6lationS were gft6n.
aud. - hs rcd them. the politicians
ford complsxton faded to q mottied
sshen. and his hands trembled strange
Iy. Within three days Margaret Flint
wal released from. custody, and Just
outside the walls Of the reformatory
she found waiting her fathers friend.
"1Il BE- your friend" he said to her
when they were alone together in the
parior Of q quiet Chicago hotel. "Your
father was kind to me. have no chill
dren Of my own or any one depending
ON me. Your father II dead. 20 I can't
repay bin goodness to me. SO I mean
to take care OF you. You have had a
mighty hard time Of 1t 20 far. You
have been poor. you have been a
drudge. you have been In prison. OF
course I know you were innocent, for
: believe what you tell me. But tho
world doesn't know The only way to
make your future life happy 10 Just to
bury all the past forever. Maggie
Flint the nuruemad, who was sent to
jail. b dad from this second and
buried. Now. whom shall We resurrsct
in her steadr" He smiled quisxically
in response 30 tho girls e~xpressiDn Of
sheer amasemsnt. II am not rtch," b
went on frankly, but I have q COM
Portable fortuns-enoush 20 that I can
educate you % q lady and keep you
fairly we'll afterward without your
having to worry ever again about
work."
ITS Nike q story I read once" the
girl breathed tromulously. The shrili
voice had sunk TO q softer register.
The sapphire eyes were glowing with
the naive happiness Of q child.
Yes. It u like a story" the Master
Mind assented. But, 6rst Of ALL" he
continued. you must 20 to school I've
been making some inQuirtes." be ex.
planned pleasantly. and I've found out
that there's just the place for you owe.
In q private school In France. You
zee. Margaret you're a bit too old for
the regular school In this country
"France!" the girl repeated.
"Yes." Andrew went on briskly.
THAT school will be just the place for
you. They'll teach you everything
about how to be a lady AZ well AZ the
usual STUFF out Of books. But We must
h.ve 'h"t. christening. I've thought OF
Tell me!' the girl urged.
"Lucene Blount," he replied. "You
like 1T"
"Oh. l love i'll" was the eager an.
swer. "But-but Il seems so strange
after Maggie"
80 It does" he agreed. well, then,
II you're satisfied We'll settle on Lu.
cent Blount."
The smile that curved her pale lips
was very winning-so winning. indeed.
that once again the plotter experienced
a pang Of regret over the necessity
that led him to sacrifice this life to bis
vengeance.
well be sailing In the course Of a
few days, for I mean to sec you safe
In the place myself, and in the mean.
time I'm going to feed you on the fat
Of the land and keep you out In the
sunshine every minute possible until
you Just blossom"
Al 1t had been planned, so duly II
was executed by the Master Mind.
In France speedily began the trans
formation Of a humble working girl
who had been subjected to the ig.
nominy Of imprisonment into q woman
Of excellent education, Of gentle man
ners. Of essential refinement Of charac.
ter. To this work Andrew allowed a
period Of four years. Thus 1t will be
seen that the uhan was not lndu.
enced BY needless haste. At last the
span drew 10 it, close and the nnal
activities Of his scheming began. II
wa time, too, since Wainwright had
persistently advanced In public honor
until be wa become the chief man Of
bis political party In the state with q
splendid reputation absolutely unblem.
hhed. It was known that he would
b given the nomination for govern0i
BY his party In the campaign Of the
coming year. It ri certain 40 we'll
that ho would be elected. The Master
Mind smiled q smile that was not good
TO go a. he sat at his typewriter, into
which he had just slipped a new typs
wheel, and addressed an envelope to
Cortland Wainwright, ESQ.
At his breakfast table next morning
Wainwright at sight of q card that
dropped from the opened envelope felt
. chill of apprehension. To these white
cards he had become in a way habttu.
ated. For nearly four years they had
appeared In bis mail at irregular In.
tervals. Some had come to his office.
some to his home, others to bis hotels
abroad, even to the country houses OF
friends where he visited.
He stared at the ominOus symbol In
a dismay foreign to his habit. This
was the silent message Of a doom
brooding close over him. And against
the insidious attack he was without
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