The Cook County news-herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Cook County, Minn.) 1909-current, 1915-06-03


alarm made highly infammable by
what she had already heard she rose
and faced him anxiously.
How strange you look!" she cried.
us there more bad news?"
"Oh, no." he answered reassuringly.
'But let us sit down. You have some
thing to say to me, I assume"
lit may not be Of consequence" she
began, ''but you warned me to keep
you accurately informed"
He nodded with keen expectation
Here was an avenue Of knowledge alb
solutely clear, for even Bendict, with
all his foxlike shrewdness, would
scarcely indulge in such elaborate STRAIT
egy as to talk fiction in the girls
presence. He listened tensely for what
this beautiful 1nformer was to say, for
every scrap Of her information must
be kept intact for Marsh.
1T has been decided to begin the
transfer Of the gold tonight" she con-
tinued. There are nearly thou
sand kegs, father says, and it will take
time. The cargo in the hold cannot be
removed till daylight, because the
searchlights must be used to guide the
boats"
eyes, I understand" nodded Brill as
the. girl paused. 'Is that all?''
Marion inclined her head and in the
fascination of the moment he dimly
remembered that he had something to
tell her. Marsh and the conference
and the war plans seemed far away
glorious woman, so evidently fashioned
to be loved. But chance glance from
portfolio and the sight of film Of
smoke not from the Olympiad's funnel
recalled him to the duty of the hour.
There is another link in our chain Of
circumstance" he said, with an effort.
eve have every reason 20 believe that
Captain Humphries is concerned in this
conspiracy"
At the instant he would have recalled
his words, for the girl shivered ever
so slightly and her lips moved f1tfully.
1T seems almost uncomfortable" she
murmured, "the captain Of great
steamship who has been trusted for
years."
UNFORTUNATELY the temptation Of
wealth has ruined many trusted men,"
said Brill, tritely enough, as he knew.
How much better If he could have
taken this apprehensive creature in
his arms and ban1shed her fears In
the way as old as man.
Instead he watched her fingers nerv-
ously entwine themselves in one an
others rosy beauty in her lap. Sud-
denly she spoke and with an energy at
which he rejoiced.
1T may be foolish to speak Of it
now, but I had feeling of repulsion
when talking with him Sunday. I was
thanking him for his kindness to the
parents Of that poor little baby. spoke
Of it at the time to Mr.. Benedict"
Brill knew now that the Mexican had
claimed full credit for his share in the
kindness to the English immigrants
and than he had taken Marion to the
captain. In the first flush Of unreason-
ing anger he was tempted to pour out
the whole story of Benedict's plotting
to carry off the golden millions Of her
father and his associates. The thought
Of Marsh, calm, cool, sagacious, as in
dolent as fat spider in the middle Of
his web, yet as iercely swift when
the time for action came, kept him ST.
lent.
If the girl knew she could not, strong
though she might be, conceal her al
tered feeling for Benedict, and that
clever scoundrel would be sure to see
that his plans were suspected, if not
known. All this Marsh had pointed
out, and Brill had. approved. Besides,
he felt that in the battle against Bene-
dict for the winning Of a heart he must
fight openly and without the weapon Of
the detraction of a rival.
He was silent so long that the girl
looked at him curiously, but kept her
thoughts within her own pretty head.
At last Brill suddenly started into men,
tai and physical activity.
"You will not tell your father about
the captain or the rest," he said ear
nestly. 1T would multiply his anxiety
and would be no aid. The gold will not
be moved tonight, and before it can be
we shall act.''
Act! In the very word was splen-
did rush Of conviction that victory was
to come to the little company of three
working in darkness into which
every hour brought new illumination.
Brill began to cry out to his own heart
that some great purpose had inspired
that following Of lovely face, that
impulse that had seemed to crown a
life of escapades by On act Of supreme
folly. Now all was clear. He was an
instrument of destiny, good destiny
that meant to give him what he wished
in return for his services.
The trembling voice Of the girl put
an end to his rhapsody.
"You are very, very kind and dear,
good friends, Mr.. Marsh and yourself,
of-of-my father"
Her dark eyes surely moistened,
thought Brill, but the tenderness was
for her father-yes, it must be for her
father