The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1915-02-18

lcllI thuiluCl VI thO vie obA
During the cars flight several police
men hailed 1t without success. Down
this street, up that. round his corner.
so miles an hour; and all the while
Jones shouted: Faster, faster!"
Within twelve minutes from the time
it left the garage, the car stopped op-
posite No. rs Grove street, and Jones
got out.
Wait here, Howard. If several men
come rushing out, or l don't appear
within ten minutes, fire your gun a
| couple of times for the police. don't
want them if we can manage without.
They'd only bungle."
All right, Mr.. Jones" said the chauf-
feur. He had, in the past quarter OF
IN hour, acquired a deep and lasting
respect for the butler chap. He was a
regular fellow, for all his brass but
tons.
AS Jones reached the curb, Florence
came forth as if Oh invisible wings.
Jones caught her by the arm. She
flung him aside with a strength he had
not dreamed existed in her slim body.
Florence, | am Jones!"
She stopped, recognized him, and
without a word ran across the street
to the automobile and climbed into the
tonneau. Jones followed Immediately.
"Home!"
The car shot up the dimly lighted
street, shone palely for a second under
the corner lamp, and vanished.
"Ah, child, child" groaned the man
at her side, all the tenseness gone
from his body. He was Jones again.
Still she did o speak but stared
ahead with unseeing eyes.
No further %geproaeh fell from the
buffers lips. 1t was enough that God
had guided him to her at the appointed
moment. He felt assured that never
again would she be drawn into any
trap. Poor child! What had they said
TO her, done to her? How, in Gods
name, had she escaped from them who
never let anybody escape? Presently
she would become normal, and then
she would tell him.
Il found the lying note. You dropped
it."
Horrible, horrible!" she said almost
inaudibly.
What did they do to your"
He said he was my father. . .
He put his arms around me. . ..
And | knew!"
Knew what?"
That he lied. | can't explain"
Don't try!"
Suddenly she laid her head against
the buffers shoulder and cried. II
was terrible to hear youth weep In
this fashion. Jones put his arm about
her. and tried to console her.
"Horrible!" she murmured between
the violent ~hiccoughs. Il was wrong
wrong! Forgive mel"
Unconsciously the arm sustaining
her drew her closer.
Never mind" he consoled. Tell no
one what has happened. Go about az
usual. Don't let even Susan know.
Whatever your poor father did was for
your sake. He wanted you to be-
happy, without a care in the world"
Il promise" And gradually the sobs
ceased. But | feel so old, Jones, so
very old. | threw over the lamp. !
threw a chair through the window.
They thought that it was | who had
jumped out. That gave me the neces.
sary time. | don't understand how !
| gained the street"
They found Susan still seated in the
chair, the automatic in her lap. She
had not moved in all this time!
Braine paced the apartment of the
Princess Perigoff. From the living
room to the boudoir and back, fully
twenty times. From the divan Olga
watched him nervously. He was like
a tiger, fresh in captivity. All at once
he paused in front of her.
ID you realize what that mere chit
did,"
81 do"
Planned to the minute. We had
her; seven of US; doors locked. and
all that. No weeping, no wailing; ]
could not understand then, but | do
now. It's in the blood. Hargreave was
as peaceful as q st. Bernard dog, till
you cornered him, and then he was a
lion, o, the devil! Slipped out of our
fingers like an eel. And across the
street, Jones in a racer! never paid
any particular attention to Jones, but
from now on l shall. The girl may or
may not know where the money is, but
Jones does, Jones does! Two men
shall watch. FELTON, on the street and
Orion from the windows of the de
serted house. With opera glasses he
will be able to take note of all that
happens in the house during the day.
He will be able TO see the girls
And that's the important point. 1t wa
a good plan, little woman: and IL
would have been plain sailing IL only
we had remembered that the girl wsA
Hargreave's daughter. BE very care
full hereafter when you call on her. A
night like this will have made her sus-
picious OF every one. Our hope lies
with you. Anything on your mind?"
Yes. Why not insert a,personal in
the Herald?" She drew some writing
paper toward her and scrubbed a few
words.
He read: "Florence-the hiding