American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1915-01-28
The MiiIIIIiionDo||ar Mystery
BY HAROLD MAC GRATH
Illustrated from Scenes In fhe Photo Drama of shs
Same Name BY fhG Tbonhouser Film COMPANY
Copyright. 1914, BIZ Harold Macor.tb)

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talk OF wrinkles!
They are more important than you
think. Every morning | rub out the
wrinkle ! go to bed with"
Il wish you could rub out the gen.
eral stupidity which is wrlnkling my
brain. I've made three moves and
failed in each. What's come over
me?"
Perhaps you've had too many sue
cesses. The wheel OF chance is al
ways turning around"
MAY | smoke"
Thanks. AZ least It proves you still
have some consideration for me. You
would smoke whether It was agreeable
or not. But | like the odor of a good
cigar. And 1t always helps you 10
think"
Braine lit the cigar and began his
customary pacing. At length he
paused,
Suppose We have a real old-fash.
Toned coaching party out to the old
mansion we know about?"
And what shall we do there?"
Make the mansion an enchanted
castle where sometimes people who
enter cant get out. DO you think you
could get her to go?"
81 can try"
Olga, | must have that girl; and |
must rave her soon Sometimes | find
myself nightly puzzled over the
whole thing. IL Hargreave is alive,
why doesn't he turn up now hat it's
practically known that his daughter
presides over his household? ] might
understand IL II | didn't know that
Hargreaye Is really afraid OF nothing.
Where Is the man with the five thou.
sand, picked up ut sea? What was
the reason for Jones carrying that box
out In broad daylight? Who Is tho
chap watching across the street?
Sometimes | believe in my soul-if |
have onel-that llargreave is playing
with us. playingl Well,' Ringing the
half consumed cigar into the crate,
the Black Hundred always goes for
ward, win or lose. and never %forgets."
we are n fine Dajrl" said the wo-
man bitterly.
we are exactly what fate intended
us to be. They wrote you down In the
book AZ "A beautiful body with 4
crooked mind. They wrote me down
as the devil, doomed to roam earth's
top TIL I'm killed"
"Killed?"
why, yes. I'm not the kind OF
chap who dies IN he'd, surrounded by
the weeping members of the family,
doctor. nurse. and priest, I'm u
sc%oundrel; but IL has this saving
grace. | enjoy being u scoundrel. Now,
I'm going up to the club. There's
nothing like a game OF billiards or
chess to smooth that wrinkle which
seems to worry you"
In the great newspaper ONCE there
was a mighty racket. Midnight al
ways means pandemonium In the.
city o OF a metropolitan daily.
Copy boys were rushing to and fro,
messengers and printers with sticky
galleys In their hands; reporters were
banging away at their typewriters,
and intermingling you could hear the
ceaseless cllckety- click from the tele
graph room.
The managing editor cana out OF
his office and approached the desk o!
the night city editor.
Editorial page gone down."
Twenty minutes ago." said the
night city editor.
II wanted a stick on that Panama
rumpus."
TOO late"
where's Jim Norton"
AT the chamber of m ban.
Quet. The major liz going to throw n
bomb into the enemy's camp"
Nothing on the Hargreave stun"
mo, Guess I'd better put that In
the cubbyhole. He's dead"
mo will found YETI"
mot = piece as big as u postage
stamp"
THAT will leave the girl In u tough
place. No will. no birth certificate;
and. worst OF all, no photograph OF
the old man himself, | don't see why
Jim sidestepped this affair. He the
only man In town who knew anything
about Hargreave."
HE hasn't given 1t up: but he wants
to lover ii on his own. turn the yarn
when he's got il, no false alarms"
"Ah! SO that's the gamer"
"Yes; and Jim is the sort every pa.
per needs. When the time comes the
story turns up, IL there is one. Here
he is now Looks like an actor in the
fourth act OF n drama. Goodlooking
chap. though"
Norton came In through the outer
gates. He was In evening clothes. top
hat. A dead cigarette dangled be.
tween his lips.
How much do you want!" asked the
Night city editor.
Column and a half"
ION with your glad rags!"
Anything gooiG" asked the manag
ng editor.
The lid has been jammed on tight
No wine In any restaurant after one
Therell be = roundup OF ev.
Try gunman In town"
"cond work! Go TO 1T"