The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1915-01-27

"Olga, must nave that girl; and
must have her soon. Sometimes | find
myself nightly puzzled over the
whole thing II Hargreave Is alive,
why doesn't he turn up now that It's
practically known that his daughter
presdes over his household? ! might
understand 1t II ! didn't know that
Hargreave is really afraid OF nothing.
Where is the man with the five thou
sand, picked up at sea? What was
the reason for Jones carrying that box
out in broad daylight? Who is the
chap watching across the street?
Sometimes / believe in my soul-if !
have one!-that Hargreave is playing
with us, playingl Well flinging the
half consumed cigar into the crate,
"the Black Hundred always goes for
ward, win or lose, and never forgets.
1--WE are fine pair!" said the wo.
man bitterly.
I'VE are exactly what fate intended
us to be. They wrote you down In the
book as a beautiful body with q
crooked mind They wrote me down
as the devil, doomed to roam earth's
top till I'm killed"
KILLED."
"Why, yes. I'm not the kind OF
chap who dies in bed, surrounded by
the weeping members of the family
doctor, nurse, and priest. I'm
scoundrel; but it has this saving
grace, enjoy being scoundrel Now
I'm going up to the club. There
nothing like a game of billiards OF
chess to smooth that wrinkle which
seems to worry you"
In the great newspaper office there
was a mighty racket. Midnight al
ways means pandemonium in th'
city room of a metropolitan daily
Copy boys were rushing to and fro
messengers and printers with stick.
galleys in their hands; reporters wer
banging away at their typewriters
and intermingling you could hear tn
ceaseless clickety-click from the tele
graph room.
The managing editor came out Q
his office and approached the desk
the night city editor.
Editorial page gone down.
Twenty minutes ago." said tn
night city editor.
81 wanted a stick on that Panam
= rumpus."
TOO late"
"Where's Jim Norton?"
"At the chamber of commerce bal
n uuet. The major Is going to throw
o bomb into the enemy's camp"
n Nothing on the Hargreave stuff?'
"No. Guess I'd better put that
the cubbyhole. He's dead
II mo will found YETI"
Il mot a piece as big as a postag
stamp"
p" THAT will leave the girl in toug
a. place. No will, no birth certificate
e and, worst of all, no photograph
the old man himself. l don't see WI
d Jim sidestepped this affair. He II
only man in town who knew anythir
d about Hargreave."
h "He hasn't given it up; but he wan
Is to cover it on his own, turn the val
u over when he's got it. no false alarms
"Ah! So that's the game?
Eyes; and Jim is the sort every
ia per needs. When the time comes Il
~ story turns up. IL there is one. He
ly he is now. Looks like an actor In Il
a fourth act Of a drama. Good-lookir
le chap. though"
of Norton came in through the out
gates. He was in evening clothes. t.
4 hat. A dead cigarette dangled
tween his lips.
"How much do you want?" asked Il
#. night city editor.
n Column and half"
re "Off with your glad rags!"
Anything good?" asked the mana
Is ing editor.
"The lid has been jammed on tigl
7 No wine in any restaurant after Of
o'clock. Therell be roundup of G
n. cry gunman in town."
,a Good work! Go to it."
It was one o'clock when NOrt'
turned In his last sheet of copy al
20 started for home Just outside &
an entrance to the building man with
- SLOUGH hat drawn down over his ey
np stepped forward.
MT "Mr. Norton?"
~ Eyes" Norton stepped back 81
piciously.
ar The other chuckled, raised and 10
cred his hat swiftly.
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