The leader-enterprise. [volume] (Fitzgerald, Ga.) 1912-1915, 1915-03-08

4 0tAAA pAeAIy VI LuouSy lcII. IL Is TINE
we folded our tents and stole away
quietly l tell you feel it in my bones
that there is pit before US some
where; and If yor force issues we shall
all fall into it"
THE white feather, my dear?"
There is altogether some difference
between the white feather and COM
nonsense caution"
Il shall never give up. You are
free to pack up and go if you wish.
AS for me, Pm going to fight this out
! to the bitter end"
"And take my word for it. the end
will be bitter"
"Well?"
ooh, 1 shall stay. You know that
my future is bound up in yours. In
the old days my advice generally ap-
| pealed to you as sound; and when
you followed it you were successful.
From the first I advised you not to
pursue Hargreave. See what has hap
Dened!"
Enough of this chatter. I've got to die
! some time; it will be with my face to-
ward this man hate with all my soul.
You trust to me; I'll pull out of this
all right. You just fix yourself up
stunningly for the opera tonight and
leave the rest to me-"
Olga shrugged. She was something
of fatalist. This man of hers had
! suddenly gone mad; and one did not
| reason with mad nonnIa
What shall I wear?" she asked
calmly.
"Emeralds; they're. your good luck
stones. You will go to the box before
/ do. I've got to spend some time at.
the curb to be sure that this Servan
chap arrives. And it 10 quite possible
that our friend Jones will come later.
If not Jones, then Norton. I was a
fool not to shoot him when / had the
| chance. We could have covered it up
without the least difficulty. But l
needed the information about that pa
per. With Norton going to Washing
ton and Jones comforting with this
Servan, I've got to strike quick. 1t
! concerns us, that I'm certain Perk
up; we've lots of cards in our sleeves
yet. Be at the opera at eight-thirty. Pay
no attention to any one; wait for me.
I Remember, shan't write or send any
| phone messages. Be wary of any trap
like that to get you outside. Now, I'm
Off"
Jones approached Florence immedi-
! ately after dinner.
Il have important business in the
! city tonight. Under no circumstances
leave the house l shall probably be
followed. And our enemies will have
need of you far more tonight than at
| any previous time. l shall not send
| you phone or written message. You
have your revolver. Shoot any strange
man who enters. Well make inquir-
! les after"
''We are near the end?" whispered
| Florence.
[ Very near the end
And l shall see my father?"
Jones bent his head. eff we sue
coed.
There is danger?" thinking of her
lover.
There is always danger when
leave this house. So be good" the but
Ter added with a smile.
And JIM"
He has proved that he can take
care of himself"
Tell him to be very careful
I'll do so, but it will not be neces-
sary;" and with this Jones set forth
upon what he considered the culminat-
ing adventure.
The usual brilliant crowd began to
| pour into the opera. Braine took his
stand by the entrance. He waited
long time, but his patience was re-
warded. A limousine drove up and
out of the door came his man, who
looked about with casual interest. He
dismissed the limousine, which
wheeled slowly around the corner
where it could be conveniently parked.
Then Servan entered the opera.
| Braine hurried around to the limou-
sine. The lights, save those demand
ed by traffic regulations, were out.
The chauffeur was huddled in his seat.
My man." said Braine, would you
like to make some money!"
How much?" listlessly. The voice
was muffled
Twenty"
Good night, sir"
Fifty"
Good night and good morning."
| ga hundred"
Now you've got me interested.
What kind of a joy ride DO you want?"
mo joy ride. Listen
Briefly the conspirator outlined his
needs, and finally the chauffeur
nodded. Five twenties were pressed
into his hand and he curled up in his
seat again.
Servan entered his box In the box
next to his sat handsomely gowned
young woman. He threw her an idle
! glance, which was repaid in kind.
Later, Braine came in and sat down
beside Olga.