The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1915-05-22

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mitted.
She slipped the ring from her finger
and gave II to him.
There II poison in II, 20 be care
full how you handle It," she said.
The policeman accepted II gingerly
and dropped II into his capacious
pocket It tinkled 40 It fell against
the handouts.
Before you take me away ! want
you to let me see my man.
II can do that"
At that moment the other police
man broke in the door.
"All right. Dolan; she's given up
the game"
"she didn't kill the man after ALL"
said Of1cer Dolan.
Hes alivef" she screamed.
"Yes; and they've taken him on to
the Tombs. Just scalp wound. He'll
be all right In a day or two"
"Alive!" murmured Olga. She had
not killed the man she loved. thenf
And II they were indeed taken to 81
IBERIA she would be with him until the
end Of things.
With her handsome head proudly
erect she walked toward the door. She
paused for q moment to look 1t the
portrait Of Hargreave. Somehow It
seemed to smile at her ironically.
Then on down the stairs. between the
two oficers, she went. Her glance
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stopped at Florence's. There she saw
pity.
you are sorry for NOR she asked.
skeptically.
20. yes! forgive you" said the
generous Florence.
Thanks. Omcers. I am ready"
So Countess Olga passed through
the hall door forever. How many
times had she entered II. with guile
and treachery in her heart? Il was
the game. She had played 1t and lost.
and she must pay her debts to Fate,
the fiddler. Siberia! The tin or
lead mines. the ankle chains. tho
knout and many things that were far
worse to q beautiful woman. Well.
90 long as Braine was at her side she
would suffer all these things without
q murmur. And always there would
be chance. . chance!
When they heard the taxicab rum
BILE down the driveway to the street
Hargreave turned to Florence.
Come along. now, and well have
the bad taste taken on our tongues.
To win out IL the true principle Of
life. Il takes on some Of the tinsel
and glamour. but the end In worth
WHILE"
They all trooped up the stairs to
Florence's room. So wonderful ID the
power and attraction of money that
they forgot the humiliation Of their
late enemies.
Hargreave approached the portrait
of himself. took It from the wall.
pressed q button on the back, which
fell outward. Behold! There. In neat
packages Of hundred thousand each.
lay the mystic million! The specta-
tors were awed into silence for mo-
ment. Perhaps the thought of each
was identical-the long struggle. the
terrible hazards. the deaths that had
taken place because Of this enormous
sum Of money.
A million, sometimes called cool.
why nobody knows! There II lay.
without feeling. without emotion; vel.
low notes payable to bearer on do
mand. Presently Florence gasped.
Norton sighed. and Hargreave smiled.
The face of Jones Tor Jedson) alone
remained impassive.
A million dollars IL d marvellous
sight. Few people have ever seen It.
not even millionaires themselves. !
dare say you never saw II. and I'm
tolerably certain I never have. Or
will! A million, ready for eager.
careless fingers to spend or thrifty
fingers to multiply! What Ccrregsio.
what Rubens, what Titan could stand
beside Il? None that wot OF.
Florence, that 10 all yours. to do
with as You please. to spend when and
how you will. Share It with your hus-
band to be. He IL brave and gal
liant young man and IL fortunate in
finding a young woman equally brave
and gallant. For the rest OF my days
expect peace. Perhaps sometimes
Jones here and ] will talk over the
strange things that have happened:
but we'll do that only when we haven't
you young folks to talk to. After your
wedding journey you will return here.
While I live this shall be your home.
demand that much. Free! No
more looking over my shoulder when
walk the streets. no more testing
windows and doors. am myself
again. I take up tho thread I laid
down eighteen years ago. Have no
fear. Neither Braine nor Olga will
ever return. Russia has . grip Of
steel"
Three weeks later Servan, the Rus
sian agent. left for Russia with his
three charges Olga. Bratne and
vroon. It was q long journey they
went upon. something like ten weeks.
always watched. always under the
strictest guard, compelled to eat with
wooden forks and knives and spoons.
Waking or sleeping they knew no
rest from espionage. From Paris to
Berlin. from Berlin TO Petrograd.