White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1915-01-10


shoot me. All, the damnable wretch
es, What have they done to you, my
child, to make o suspicious oil
every one? How l have watched
over you in secret, | will tell you
what only Jones and the reporter
know. that the aviator died, that |
alone was rescued that | gave Nor
ton the five thousand, that | watched
the windows of the Russian woman,
and overheard nearly every plot that
was Matched in the council chamber
of the Black Hundred; that I was
shot in the arm while crossing the
lawn n night. And now we have
the scoundrels just where we want
them. They will be in this house for
me within half an hour, and not one
of them will leave it in freedom. I
am your father, Florence; | am the
lonely father who has spent the best
years of his life away from you in
order to secure your safety. Can't
you feel the truth of all this?"
NO. no, Please do not approach
any nearer; stay where you are.s
At that moment the telephone
rang. With the revolver still level
ed she picked up the receiver.
Hello, hello. Who is it? =
O, Jim, Jim, come at oncei am
holding at bay a man who says
he Is my father. Hold him where
he is you say? All right, ] will.
Come quick"
Jim" murmured the man, still
advancing. He must have that re-
yolver. The poor child might spoil
the whole affair. so what Jones
tells me is true; that you are going
to marry this reporter chap"
She did not answer
with or without my CONSENT"
If only he would drop that fear
less smile. she thought. with or
without anybody's consent" she said.
What in the world can say to
you to convince your" he cried. The
trap is set; but If Braine and his men
come and find us like this. good
heaven. child, we are both lost.
Come, comet"
Stay where you are,"
At that moment she heard a sound
at the door. Her gaze roved. and 1t
was enough for the man. He reach
ed out and caught her arm. She trt-
ed to tear herself loose.
MY child. in Gods name, listen
to reason. They are entering the
hall and they will have us both"
Suddenly Florence knew. She
could not have told you why; but
there was an appeal in the mans
voice that went t her heart.
You are my father."
Yes. yes, But you've found il
out just a trife too late. my dear,
Quick; this side of the desk"
Braine and his men dashed into
the library. Olga entered leisurely.
Both of them" yelled Braine ex-
ultantly. Both of them together;
what luck,"
There was a sharp. fierce struggle;
and when it came to an end Har-
greaye was trussed to a chair.
"Ah, so we meet again Har-
~greave," said Braine.
Hargreave shrugged. What he
wanted was time.
"A million, We have you. Where
is it. or I'll twist your heart before
your eyes,"
Father. forgive me-"
Il understand, my child
Where is it," Braine seized Flor
ence by the wrist and swung her to-
ward him.
Don't tell him, don't mind me,
said the girl bravely.
Braine, smiling his old evil smile.
drew the girl close. II was the last
time he ever touched her.
Look" screamed Olga.
Every one turned. to see Jones
face peering between the curtains.
There was an ironic smile on the but
ler's lips. The face vanished. After
him." cried Braine. releasing Flor
encc.
After him." mimicked a voice
from the hall.
The curtains were thrown back
suddenly. Jones appeared. and Jim
and the Russian agent and a dozen
policemen. Tableau'
Braine was the only man who kept
his head. He foored Norton, smash
ed a window. and leaped out. The
blow dazed Norton, but he was on his
feet almost instantly and followed
Braine through the window. Across