American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1915-02-11
Copyright. 1914. By Harold MacGrath)

circumstance, unless I send for you
come here at night. Only one maj
nov watches the house during tn,
day. but five are prowling around af
ter dark. They might have instruc
tons to shoot you on sight. | cam
spare you just at present, Mr.. Nor
ton. You've been a godsend; and II
1t seems that sometimes ! did moi
trust you fully 1t was because | did
not care to drag you in too deep"
Deep? Norton thought of Florence
and smiled inwardly. Could anybody
be In deeper han he was? Once II
was on the tip Of his tongue to con.
fess his love for Florence, but the
gravity of Jones' oountenance was an
obstacle to such move; 1t did not in.
vite II.
To be sure, Jones had no real au.
thority to say what Florence should or
should not do with her heart. Still,
from all points of view, 1t was better
to keep the affair under the rose till
there came a more propitious hour In
which to make the disclosure.
Love, in the midst of all these
alarms! Sharp, desperate rogues on
one side, millions on the other, and
yet love could enter the scene Sc
renely, like an actor who had missed
his cue and came on too soon.
Oddly enough. there was no real
~love-making such as you often read
about. A pressure of the hand, a
glance from the eye. there was seldom
anything more. Only once-that mem
orable day on the river road--had he
spoken on either side. In that wild
moment all conventionalities had dis.
appeared like smoke In the wind.
There had been neither past nor flu
ture, only the present in which they
knew that they loved. With her he
was happy, for he had no time to plan
over the future. Away from her he
saw the inevitable barriers proyidink
against the marriage between a poor
young man and q very rich young
woman A man who has any respect
for himself wants always to be on
equal terms with his wife. It's the
way this peculiar organization called
society has written down its rules.
Doubtless a relic of the stone age.
when Alb went out with his club TO
seek a wife and drag her by the hair
TO his den, there to care for her and
to guard her with his life's blood. IL
Is one OF the few primitive sensations
ina remain to US, this wanting the fe.
male dependent upon the male. Per.
haps this accounts for mans lack of
interest on the suffragette question.
only Susan suspected the true state
or affairs, being a woman Having
mad no real omance herself. she de-
lighted in having a secondhand one.
as you might say. She intercepted
many a glance and pretended not to
see the stolen hand p~ressures. The
wedding was already full drawn In her
minds eye. These two young people
should be married at Susan Farlow's
when the roses were climbing IN the
sides OF the house and the young rob.
ms were boldly trying their fuzzy
wings. 1t struck her as rather strange.
out she could not conjure up tat this
wedding) more than two men besides
the minister. the bridegroom. and the
butler.
BY ~fcrsak!ng his accustomed haunts
under the advice of Jones, the hidden
warfare ceased temporarily. You cant
very we'll kill a man when you don't
know where to find him. He ate his
haphazardly. now here.
now there. He received most OF his
assignments by telephone and wrote
his stories and articles In his club. In
the writing room of hotels, and In.
variably dispatched them to the office
by messenger. The managing editor
wanted to know what all this meant.
but Norton declined to tell him.
II irked him to be forced to rear.
range his daily life-his habits. IL
was a revolution against his ease. for
lie loved ease when he was not nj
work He had the sensation OF having
been suddenly robbed OF his home. OF
having been cast out into the streets
And on top OF all this he had to 20
and fall In love!
There was no longer a shadow op.
posite the apartments OF the Princess
Perigor, Braine came and went night.
iy without discovering any one. This
rather worried him. 1t gave him the
Impression that the shadow had found
what he had been seeking and no
longer needed to watch the coming
and going OF either himself or the
Countess Perigon.
Olga, II looks as II we we're at the
end Of our rope" he said discouragedly.
I'VE have failed In all attempts so far.
The devil watches over that girl"
Or God" replied the countess
gloomily. In nearly every instance
their success has been due to chance.
Somehow I'm convinced that we be.
a wrong. We should have let Har.
greavo escape quietly. followed him,
and made him fast when the right op-
p~ortunity came. After a month or so
his vigilance would have relaxed: he
would have arrived at the belief that
he had eluded US"