Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1915-03-05
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Suddenly Florence knew. She could
not have told you why; but there was
an appeal in the mans voice that went
to her heart.
you are my father!"
Yes, yesl But you've found it out
just a trif1e too late, my dear. Quick;
this side of the desk!"
Braine and his men dashed into the
library. Olga entered leisurely.
Both of them!" yelled Braine ex-
ultantly. Both of them together;
what luck!"
There was a sharp, fierce struggle;
and when it came to an end Har-
greave was trussed to a chair.
"Ah, so we meet again, H~argreavei"
said Braine.
Hargreave shrugged. What he
wanted was time.
"a million, We have you. Where
is it. or I'll twist your heart before
your eyes,"
Father, forgive mel"
81 understand, my child"
Where is it," Braine seized Flor
ence by the wrist and swung her to-
ward him.
Don't tell him, father; don't mind
me-" said the girl bravely.
Braine. smiling his old evil smile,
drew the girl close. 1t was the last
time he ever touched her.
Look" screamed Olga.
Every one turned, to see Jones face
peering between the curtains. There
was an ironic smile on the buffers
lips. The face vanished.
After HIM" cried Braine, releasing
Florence.
after hint" mimicked a voice from
the hall.
The curtains were thrown back sud-
denly. Jones appeared, and Jim and
the Russian agent and a dozen police
men. 'Tableau.
Braine was the only man who kept
his head. He floored Norton, smashed
a window, and leaped out. The blow
dazed Norton, but he was on his feet
almost instantly and followed Braine
through the window. Across the lawn
the two sped, with an exchange of
shots which emptied both automatics
but did no damage. Braine headed
for his auto. He jumped in, only to
be hauled out again by the furious
reporter. A hand-to-hand fight fol-
lowed; and the clean life of the re
porter told.
There. my angelic friend, 1 believe
that the game is up. There is one
shot left in this automatic. If you
make any attempt to escape, I'll let
you have it; not to kill but to disable
You and your precious countess will
sail tomorrow morning for the Baltic
; and from there you will go to the lead
mines" He dragged his prisoner to
: ward the house.
: Your troubles are over, my child
said Hargreave, as he pressed Flor
ence to his heart.
And mine have begun" murmuret
: the countess. But 1 have still on
/; shot"
The police stood encircling her
Calmly she opened her handbag ant
. took out her handkerchief. 1t wal
a thick and heavy silk one. Swift!
she unscrewed the top of her walking
l stick cit will be seen now that th'
carrying of it was not an a~ffectation!)
to the floor. An o~verpowering swee
odor filled the room. Jones, knowing
how deeply versed Braine was in or
entail poisons and narcotics, made
desperate but futile effort to tear dow
a curtain to throw ove the liquid; bu
even in the effort he felt his sense
going. The last he was conscious O
was a hooking laugh.
But the entrance of Jim, draggin
II Braine after him, shocked all the bar
Il ter out of the countess. She turne
Il and rushed madly for the stairs, will
Il out having the least idea how she wa
Il to manage an escape from the uppe
Il stories. She had thought Braine FREE
q AS she flew up the steps all the pas
Il returned, all her warnings to that stul
81 born man. This was the end
II Russial The horrors of the cold an
= the deadly damps of the mines
i forever!
JlulJ otAl AOluAu6 bAO AOQ COl
s. spirator, watched her fight in amaz
Te ment. He could not underestimate
We he pushed Braine into the library an
Sc the vanishing odor assailed his no
OF trils. What these fumes were he ne
n. err knew, but they proved to be trans
m tory. Five minutes suficed to brir
Mt all back to their senses. For the viii
ny they forgot Olga.
UT This man is mine" said Serva
Ill nodding toward Braine.
He's yours without Charge" sa
ch Jim.
I'm an American citizen" sa
Ig. Braine, who, realizing what the f
he ture held, readily preferred a lor
prison term in America to the horro
of Russian exile.
I'M your certificate has been d
is stroyed," said Servan, land the sta
on department considers your papers vo
\" because you obtained them under fall
ID oaths. You are an undesirable ci
pr zen; and the republic is happy to lea,
lie that you will be taken off it's hands
is And because" added Norton, "y,
lis have laid too many mines in the blac
mailing business, and the governme
does not propose to have them ma,
known to the public through a lol
,ss and useless trial. 1t was a long ri
,ut old top; but right Is right. And
the wsy, l want you to meet Mr.. Je
GU son, formerly Of Scotland Yard"
an He indicated Jones- who starfed
me YES" went on the reporter, 81 r,
en-, ognized him long ago."
~ 1T is true" said Hargreave, TAXI