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The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1915-02-21
ing from thereal Jones to her father.

ing from the real Jones to her father.
- don't doubt IT. child: replied Har-
greave I'll explain. When hired jones'
here, who.is really Jedson of Scotland Yard.
1 did SO because we looked allxe when
shaven. It was Jedson here who escaped
by the balloon; it was Jedson who return.
ed the five thousand to Norton; 1t was Jed
son who was wounded in the arm; and It.
was he who watched the: doings Of the
Black Hundred and kept me reasonably
well informed. myself guarded you, my
child. Last night, unbeknown to you, Ileft
and the real Jones-for it is easier to cali
him that-took my place.
And never saw the difference!'' exs,
claimed Florence.
THAT is natural 2 smiled the. fatheri
You were thinking of Norton here Instead
Of me. Eh?'
Florence blushed.
y well, why not? Here, Norton!" The,
millionaire took Florence's hand and: plac-
ed 1t in theireporter's. 1T seems that I've
got to lose her after all. Kiss her. man; In
heavens name, kiss hertz,
AND Norton threw his arms around tho
girl and kissed her soundly. careless Of the
fact that he was observed by both enemies
and friends.
Suddenly the policeman, who had been
standing by The side Of Braine ran into
the living. room. .'sS
HE'S alive! Braine is alive. He just
stirred"
WHAT exclaimed Norton and Har-
grease.inia single breath:
eyes, sir! I saw his hands move. It's
a good thing we sent for % doctor. He
ought,to be along here about now. \: 4
Even as heispoke the bell rang, and they
allSsurged out into the hall forgetting for
the moment all about the million, Olga
hadn't killed the man, then. The doctor
knelt beside the stricken man and examin-
ed him. He shrugged.
"Will he liver"
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IN st. Louis, Mo-. way out in the south
side Of the town and in the heart Of a
modest district, stands particular
apartment house. 1t is like hundreds
Of its neighbors up and down Minneso-
Ia avenue. 1t is two stories high, red
brick, stands on terrace few feet above
the street and faces the observer with an
unornamented front that radiates rigid re-
spectability. The ten steps and narrow
walk are spotless and the two white enam-
cled brick columns on the perchlike porch
show they have been scrubbed
The two windows in the first apartment
reflect the silent darkness Of seldom used
and old fashioned front room" The
shades are drown to a few inches below the
top bar of the lower sash with mathematical
accuracy. The lace curtains, primly white,
are most precisely divided.
There is the home Of an old man; his
wife. and their daughter. stenographer,
and the mainstay of the little four room
home. Their story is one OF the short and
simple annals Of the poor. The only for
tune they have ever had was misfortune.
Their success has been extremely modest
The old folks are proud Of their dutiful
daughter and hopeful for her two broth
ers, who are away from home engaged In
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BY III %
M TSI .
Final Episode Of The Million Dollar Mystery.

nobody knows. There Il. lay, without feel
ing. without emotion. yellow notes pay
able TO bearer on q Flor
ence gaspeds. Nofton igned. y
greaye smiled The face Of :Jone Ted
SON alone remained impressive. a
As.million dollars is a marvellous sight
Few people have ever seen At, not eHe en- mil
lionaires themselves I daresay you never
saw 1t, and Pm tolerable certain I never
have, or Wilt A million, ready Tor eager.
careless fingers to spend or thrift III fngets
to multiply! What Correggio, what Ru4
bens.. what Titan could stand beside II
None that Iwot Of. = IS ;
Florence, that Is all yours, to do
y as. you. please. to spend when and how you
will. Share 1t with your husband to be he
is brave and gallant young man and Is
fortunate in finding ayoung woman equally
brave and gallant. For the rest Of my
days expect peace. Perhaps s6met lines
Jones here and I will talk over the aige
things that have happened; but We do
! that only when we haven't you young
to talk to. After your wedd ding Journey you
will return here. While I live this be
your home. demand that much. Free
No more looking over my shoulder when
walk the streets; no more testing gWimdoWp
and doors. am myself again ui,
the thread I laid down eighteen years
ago. Neither Braine nor Olga win ever
return. Russia has a grip Of steel
Three weeks later Seryan. the Russian
agent, left for Russia with his three
charges Olga, Braine and Nroon. was
a long Journey they went upon. sonnet hing
like ten weeks. always under the fictfst
B guards, compelled to. eat with X WOODEN
forks and knives and spoons. WaNinR or
sleeping they knew no rest from espiohaf
From Paris to Berlin, from Berlinyt 10 Ratro4
grad, then known as st. jPetersbtfg and
then began the cruel journey oH9r The
mighty steppes Of that barbarics lderness
TO the Siberian. mines. The WHY 81, the
trans gressor is hard.
I On the same day that Olga; Bfaine and
Nro6n made their first descent TO the
deadly mines. Florence and Nor ton were
married. After the storm the suns liine
and who shall deny them happiness
Imthe dtateiy after the ceremony NO
sailed for Europe on their honeymoon ana
1t is needless to say that some of fle "a
lion went with them, but there was
terry about 1T: " q.
1.-THE END.
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what she'I Do with Prize.

Eyes; and they've taken him of to the
right ina day or - ~ IN =
s.Aliva!" rirrniured Olga, She had not
killed the man she loved, then And If
they were indeed, taken to Siberia she would
be with him until the end of things.
Il Witt-her handsome head proudly erect
she walked toward the door. She paused
Tor q moment to look at the portrait Of FAR
3greaye. Somehow It seemed to smile at
her Ironically. Then on down the stairs
! between the two officers she went. Her
/, glance travelled cody from face to face and
stopped at Florence's. There she saw
pity M
You are sorry for meg" she asked skep-
ticallys W. s. !. (. !. /, Il II, 4.
vest q for you sald the Sgen-
5erols Flcrsfce :. I. S.
Thanks! officers. am ready Z ss
[ osthes Countess Olga passed through the
she entered Ii, with, guile and treachery in
her heart q !; 1T was the game. She had
played ~ and lost and she must pay her
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cHAPTER xx11I.
mac secret of the Milton.

It will be remembered that the Countess
Olga had darted up the stairs during the
struggle between Braine and his captors.
The police who had followed her,were re-
called to pursue one Of the lesser rogues
This left Olga free for moment. She
stole out and down as far as.the landing.
Servan, the Russian agent. stood wait
ing for the taxicab to roll up to the porte
cochere for himself, Braine and vroon.
Norton had taken Florence by the hand os-
tensibly to conduct her to the million. Sud-
denly Braine made dash for liberty.
Norton rushed after him. Just as he
reached Braine shot was heard. Braine
whirled upon his heels and crashed to the
floor.
Olga, intent upon giving injury to Nor
ton, whom she regarded equally with Har-
grave as having brought about the down
fall, had hit her lover instead. With cry
Of despair she dashed back into Florencee's
room, quite ready to end 1t all. She raised
the revolver to her temple. shuddered, and
lowered the weapon, SO tenaciously do we
cling to life.
Below they were all stunned by the sud-
uenHeSs Oh tHe SllOt. INSTABILITY Iuey souSAI
the fallen mans side. and a hasty examina
tion gave them the opinion that the man
was dead. Happily a doctor was on the
way Servan having given call, asNone of
the Black Hundred had been badly wound
ed.
But what to do with that mad woman
upstairs? Hargrave advised them to wait.
The house was surrounded; she could not
possibly escape save by one method and
perhaps that would be the best for her.,
Hargreave looked graveiy at Norton as he
offered this suggestion. The reporter I'M
derstood: the millionaire was wiling to
give the woman a chance.
And you are my father?" said Florence.
still bewildered by the amazing events
But don't understand" her gaze roy
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Certainly "A scalp wound that laid him
out for a few moments. He'll: be all right
in few days. He was lucky. A quarter
of an inch lower and he'd have passed in his
checks,
"Goodin murinured Servan. SO our
friend will accompany me back to good
Russiag %; we'llsbe kind to him during the
journey Have him taken to the hospital
ward at the Tombs. Now for the; little
lady upstairs.' E. !.
Az moment later Braine opened his eyes.
and, the policeman assisted him to his feet.
servani with a nod ordered the police to
help the wounded man.to the tasicab which
had Just arrived Braine, now, wholly con-
scious. flung back one look OF hatred to-.
ward Hargreave' and that was the last
Florence or her father ever saw of Braine
or the Black Hundred Ia fine specimen of
a man gone wrong through greed and an,
inordinate lust for revenge
The policeman returned to HafgreaFe.S 4
1t IS pretty quiet upstairs, Y he suggested.
Don't you think, sir that "a better trs
that bedroom door again? u ~
Well, If you must" assented Hargte8ve,
reluctantly. But don't be rough with her
sis you can help It. 4 4.
For Braine he had no sympathy. When
he recalled allsthe misery that devil,s ernis-
and pursuit, the loss. Of the happiness that
had rightfully been his; his heart became
adainant.. For eighteen years to have rid-'
den and driven and sailed up and down the
world, always confident that sooner or La
ter that demon would find him! He; had
lost the chill hood. OF his daughter. and now
& he was to lose her In her wbmanhood. And
because OF this 4implacables Hatred the
schild's mother had died in the Petrograd
prison. fortress But what an; enemy the
man had been He, Hargreaye, had needed
AN his wits constantly; he had never dared
to go to sleep. except. with one eye open.
But In employing ordinary crooks, BraiAe
had at length oterreached himself, and now
lesmust pay the penalty The way of the
tra1fsgressor is hard, and, though this an
Client saying looks dingy with the wear and
tear of, centuries. 1t still holds good.
But he felt cory for the woman up
above She had loved not wisely. but too
we'll. Far better for her II she put an end
to life. She would not live a year in the
God-forsaken SHOWS of Siberia.
my kind fattern said Florence, as II
she could read hts thoughts.
4 had a hard time Of 1t. my child. II
was difficult to play the butler with you
about The times that fought down the
desire to sweep you up in my. arms! But
I kent nlfon grin on that impulse 1t
would have imperiled you. In some man
ner 1t would have leaked out and your
4 life and mine wouldn't have been worth a
button
Florence threw her arms around him and
( held him tightly.
That poor weak woman upstairsl" she
murmured. Cant they let her GOT.
No, dear, She has lost and losers pay
+ tho utn1rna@ ,1ffh Mort m I'm an,
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street motion picture house she saw a fam
ing herald announcing. The Million Dol
lar Mystery" She passed BY. s
WeeNks later. back at her typewriter ID
st. Louis. one Of long battery of stem
cgraphers In the slsyscraper Office OF "a big
roofing concern. she was Set at the trtsk
of checking advertisements II the news
papers. She came upon the announce.
meht that a prize Of $4,000 was being Of
fered for a solution OF srhe Million Dol
lar Mystery. the solution to carry the
suggestion for q plot with which to build
the final episode Of the film serial drama.
Reporter Finds Her Skeptical
The girl had IAN idea She followed the
picture for weeks. Then one day she wrote
the idea into words and sent 1t to the Chi
cage Tribune.
After the judges had reached their de
.cision a reporter was sent to st. Louis to
hunt out the young woman. and. without
taking her into confidence, to make re-,
port.
Inquiry at the prim little house in Min
nesota avenue met polite frigidity. The
old folks were indeed careful OF what they
might have to say to q strange young man
asking about their daughter. Her bust
hess address was impaired reluctantly and
with an implied injunction. s :. !. s
..she says never to cali her up Unless It,
is something o. the greatest Importance;
She doesn't like to be interrupteds Better
come back here to see her.
Miss Damon was found at work at her
Office Five feet tall almost plump, attn
letically poised, clear skinned home grown
complexion, brown hair and eyes to match
b q
What Shell Do with Prize.
1t took several initials and one chap
eron to, convince her that it was: fitting that
she should take luncheon with the insist
emit stranger.
what would you do with the 81 900.
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e 81.
For one thing. It is in her room and
has always been there's It never was in
the chest
Not bad, not bad. ;, unused the father
But perhaps after all 1t will be best IL
you show tito her yourself, " ~,
'.Jnst q little certain jibeds the mil
lionaire. e IN
Absolutely certain. Il Will whispe in
your ear where II Is hidden" Norton Lean
ed forward as Hargreave' bent attehtiyely.
you've hit Il, =. ~ said the mil lionaire.
"But; how in thu world did YOU. guess =: S.
Because IT was the last place anyone
wound. look for IL. i judged Sat the start
that you'd hide IT in Just such a spot, IN;
some place where. youi could always guard
it and lay > our hands on it quickly IL needs
said must. =
..Tm mighty glad YOU were on my side
I said Hargreaye.s IN al few minutes Well
90 up and take a look at those pack etsrof
bills. There's d very ua happy young .wo-
man there at present. y
ut is;ins my room 3? =! cried Florence.
Hdfgreave, nodded. 4
Meantime the Count sss Olga lowered hes
cape. by the window or to turn the revolver
against her heart. In either case there was
nothing left I'M; life for her The man she
loved was dead below. killed by her hand.
size felt; as though she was ttreadtng air In
some fantastica1 ightmare. She could mot
60 forward or backward and her heels
We're always within reach Of her pursuers.
II. SO this was the end Of things? The
dreams she, had had of going away with
Braine to other Chimes; the happiness she
had pictured, all mere chtineras. sud
cape. she would continue to play the game
toithe end. She would show them that she
had been the mans mate, not his plant
tool r. 'Shesraised. the window and. In slipped
the policeman who had pat iently been wait
Ing for her, Instantly SHE placed the re-
volvar at her temple. AZ qitick clutch and
the policeman had her BY the wrist. She
made one IA gerish effort to free herself,
shrugged, and signiReds that she surren-
ldered III Z
81 don't want to hurt you. miss" said
the policeman. but IL you make any at
tempt to escape TN have to put the hand.
cuffs on YOU.
'.1'll go quietly What are you going to
..Turn yon over to the Russian agent. He
has extradition papers, and 4 guess it's ST.
berin." y
I. .sFor mo?" She laughed scofnfu1iy. Do
! look like a woman who would go to 81
beria?"
..Be careful, miss AS 1 said, i don't
want to use the cuffs unless have to-
She laughed again. It did not have; "a
pleasant sound In the oificer's ears. He
had heard women, suicidal bent, laugh like
that
.1,ll ask You for that ring on your I'm
ger" IS
do you think there is poison in 1t =,
II shouldn't be surprised, = he admitted,
! She slipped the ring from her finger and
gave It to him. M;
There Is poison in 1t, SO be careful how
You handle It. she said.
The policeman accepted 1T gingerly and
dropped it into his capacious pocket. II
h tinl1ed as It fell against the handcuffs.
Before you take me away I want you
!. to let me SEQ my man"
~ can do that.
At that moment the other policeman
broke In the door. X
s't An right; Doian; she's given up the
sae didn't kiif the man after ALL; id.
8 Otlcer Dolan.
He aityeg '' ahe scr canned.
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II IL should be given to you ~
df I didn't die Of heart diseas Il on The
spot T think / should BUY d home ior iay
folks with some of II and put the rest ia
the bank, " she answered Then altar thai
! might 60 into some Kind Of business Tor
myself, maybe But what tie sss Of
spinning dreams about 1T There never MAS
that much luck In our family Things
don't happen that way. (:
II just wrote my solution of lie iIys.
terry and sent 1t In because Wahted Il
express my notion Of how IT should turn
out. wanted to get It on my mind, iile
folks who write letters to the newspaperss
1would be disappointed q little it al pic-
ture didn't have happy endini Tor
the heroine, with the bad psopls SpuAis shed
and the good people rewsrde hut & cues.
We can trust the producers to talls care 81
that. There's enough ttoubl IN real life.
SO We ought to make our plays happy.
She's ~ Years Old. a
Miss Damon is "a years old and admits
It. She left school when she was f3 years
old and went to work three years later She
has been at work ever since. The first Job
was behind the cash register in ii clcthine
shop. The next place gave her q chance
at night school, ana before long alie was
saswell equipped book keeper ana steno-
grapher. Positions have come easier since
then, and along With her dill gence mas come
sthSimcdest prospertty OF the home Al Mn
II. J. IL ~, ~ x. III
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independent pursuits.

independent pursuits
The careful management Of affairs by
the mother and the simple tastes of the
household have made life comfortable and
conservatively happy enough good
clothes to dress up" on Sunday. enough
to put away mite every week. They
to put away a mite every week. They
have never hoped for more.
How the Idea Came to Her.
Into this same home this very story you
are reading today carries the news that.
the daughter is to receive $4,000 in cash.
like diamond falling from the sky.
There will be thrill in these lines for
the girl, Miss Ida Damon, of 1881 Minne-
sofa avenue. st. Louis. The 7O-year-old
father, Albert, and the Industrious mother,
Caroline. will have to spread the paper on
the table by the window back in the snug,
warm kitchen and read these lines over
and over again toibe sure that they are
really true. 4
1t Is a romance OF true and humble
life that took It's beginning In fiction and
grew into fact.
One day last August Miss Damon went
to Chicago on a visit. At sixty-third
The Washington herald., 1915-02-14
Fort Bliss Notes

Fort Bliss. Tex. Feb. 13.-I.ieut. Ralph
w. Eingman. sixteenth Infantry, re-
turned recently from leave spent in
Washington. d. c.
The officers and ladies of the sixteenth
Infantry entertained at the camp club
house recently with delightful farewell
reception in honor Of Lieut.. and Mrs.
Joseph \. Atkins. recently transferred
for service with the Twenty ninth lnfan-
try. and leaving for New York to sail
for the Panama Canal Zone.
Private William Warwick. Company c.
sixteenth Infantry. was killed while lying
on his bunk in his tent recently by
stray bullet which came through the
canvas and entered his body. killing him
almost instantly. From the direction
taken by the bullet. il was decided 1t
came from across the river in Mexico,
and though rigid Investigation was
made nothing could be learned. The re-
mains of the young soldier were conveyed
to his home in Pinevillc :. G.. and were
accompanied to the train by members OF
his command and the regimental COM
mander, Col. Omar Bundy. At the sta
ton salutS was fired and taps
sounded.
The Washington herald., 1915-02-14
Happenings Of District
D. A. R. Chapters.

Constitution Chapter. n. 4 r.. met
last week with Miss Elizabeth F. Pierce
at The POrtner Several new members
and delegates and alternates to the con-
Gress were elected. \ paper on "CoIum-
bid. : G." was given by Mrs. Trving
FriCkcy. Miss Pierce. accompanied by
Mrs. EmiG. sang the chapter song. a
Thousand Years. My Own Columbia 90
Afternoon tea was served at : O'Clock by
Hiss Pierce and her sister, Mrs Holmes
Wendell Wolfe Chaptcrs n. A. II. M:
Monday evening at - Rhode Island ave
nue with Mrs. -Ada Mills Payne and
daughter. Miss ThcIma. as hostess.
The election of delegates and alter
mates to the twcnty-fourth Continental
Congress resulted as follows: Delegates
Miss Bertha Wolfe and Mrs. Martha T.
Robbins, altcrnatrs. Mrs Mary Smith
Ob"rhOlser. Mrs Sadie \. Belnap. Mrs
EIvenc n. Stockton. Mrs Edith W. Ho-
miller Mrs. Ida r. Eeblrr. Miss Laura
Church. Mrs. Clara 4. Stinr. Miss Eva
r. Luke. Mrs. Frances ROundy. and Mrs
Frances T. Eeleher.
\ contribution was voted to the Dis
triCt fund TO buy flag for the Y. NJ. G.
\. boys building. 4 membership To the
Association for the Blind. on r street
and membership to Friendship House.
In" min paper OF the series on the
history Of the Capital City entitled "Ths
Early Government and Social Life Of
Washington" was read by Mrs. Rob-
bins. Miss BERTHE Thompson sang
"ROmany Spring Song" by Harracks:
"A Birthday by Huntington WoOdman.
and Little Girl a Cryin'," by Obey
Speaks. She was accompanied by Mr
Fewell, who also rendered ChUpins
Fifth NOcturne.'
During tn" social hour the hostess
served refreshments. The guests included
Miss Ruth GreathOuse. Mr.. Raymond
ROundy, and Mrs. Mills.
On Tuesday evening. February 16. the
chapter will give an entertainment at the
home of Miss Anna Fletcher. 1921 Six
teenth street. for the benefit of the chap
ter funds. DR.. Lyman F. Kebler present
ing on this occasion an illustrated lecture
on THE Yellowstone Park"
The Daughters of the American Revo-
The Washington herald., 1915-02-14

for the welfare of the navy. the army
and the country to have national de-
fense become a political issue. The
rank and file of the Democratic party
believe iE a strong navy: the Democratic
party plank promised council OF ma
tional defense and an adequate and we'll
propOrtiOned navy.
Certain Democratic leaders OF Con-
grcss. like Padgctt. Talbot. and Hob
son. are doing their best to make good
this covenant with the people. but the
IiItl..-navy contingent, the lighting pacif1-
cists' by killing the provisions for a
naval reserve and for a sufficient num-
Der Of aeroplancs. and by knocking holes
in the appropriation bill generally. arc
playing into the hands of their party
opponents and are presenting the Re
publican party with the most popular is
sue now before the American people.
THE European naval engagements al
ready have furnished a sound basis on
which to found demand for naval re-
serve. for n sufficient number Of aero
planes. and for scout cruisers. This dis
regard of world conditions might lead
one to infer dense ignorance as to there
being now in progress the greatest war
in the history of the world.
THE similar disregard 70 the recon-
memdations of the General Board-Our ma
val experts. the statesmen of the navy
for a naval reserve. for scout cruisers,
for an adequate appropriation for aero
planes, and for four capital ships is
inexcusablc in view of actual world
conditions"
The Washington herald., 1915-02-14
NEWS OF ARMY, NAVY AND MARINE CORPS
Officials Naval Bill Posts and Navy Yards Told Dispatches

artist; Mrs. Edwards, an Oriental lady;
Lieut.. Edward Foy, a Russian officer
Lieut.. Douglas Howard. a Pierot: Mrs.
Howard. an Imperial lady; Lieut. Com.
mander Roger Williams. a Pierot: Lieut.
Cohen. u green Pierot; Mrs. Roscoe c
Bulmer a Tipperary girl: Lieut.. Don.
ovan. q ''hayseCd:" Lieut.. Kaufman.
clown; Mrs. w. W. Phelps. a dainty but.
teTfly; Commander Phelps, a Pierot
Lieut.. Baker. a clown; Prof Cusacks.
Pierot; Lieut. Commander WyEant.
sailor: Mrs. WyEant. a tOreador; Lieut.
Shackford. Uncle JOSH" Mrs. jackson
Armenian woman; Miss Nancy Wilson.
BacChante; Lieut.. and Mrs. w T. Hall
Gypsies: Lieut.. Bcmis. a clown: Mrs
Hilary Williams, Night; Mrs. T. W. Kin
caid. Persian woman; Mrs Preston.
French artist; Lieut.. MCClcary. a clown
Lieut.. Commander r. +. Berry. police.
man; Mrs. Berry, a Persian maiden Miss
Anita CreSap. 4 pink rose: Mrs. Hugo
Osterhaus. EGyptian'lady. Tho first prize
for the best costume was awarded tC
Mrs. Newton Lord Nichols, who wal
splcndidly arrayed in an Egyptian cos
tune; second prize to Lieut.. Ezra C
Allen. who was cOstumed al a red ballet
girl: third prize to Mrs. lie Bourgeois,
who was cOstumed as a Christmas tree.