White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1915-04-18

But what to do with that mad wo-
man M stairs? Hargreaye advised
them to wait. The house was ur-
rounded. she could not possibly es-
cape save by one method, and per-
haps that would be the best for her.
Hargreave looked gravely at Norton
as he offered this suggestion. The
reporter understood; the millionaire
was willing to give the woman a
chance.
And you are my father" said
Florence. still bewildered by the
amazing events. But ] don't under
standl" her gaze rowing from the
real Jones TO her father.
Il don't doubt it. child replied
Hargreave. I'll explain. When !
hired Jones here, who is really Jed
son of Scotland Yard, | did so be-
cause we looked alike when shaver.
1t was Jedson here who escaped by
the balloon; it was Jedson who re-
turned the five thousand to Norton;
1t was Jedson who was wounded in
! the arm; it was ne who watched the
dongs of the Black Hundred and kept
me reasonably we'll informed. l my
self guarded you, my child. Last
night, unbeknown to you. ] left, and
the real Jones-for it is easier to
call him that-took my place"
And | never saw the difference
exclaimed Florence.
THAT is natural smiled the
father. You were thinking of Nor
ton here instead of me. Eh?"
Florence blushed.
well, why not? Here. Norton"
The millionaire took Florence's hand
and placed it in the reporters. 1T
seems that I've got to lose her after
all. Kiss her. man; in heavens
name. kiss her."
And Norton threw his arms around
the girl and kissed her soundly, care
less 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.
Hes alive, Braine is alive. He
just stired,"
What" exclaimed Norton and
Il aroraora an n c;nnln hraoth
Eyes, sir. | saw his ha1s. move.
It's a good thing we sent for a doc
tor. He ought TO be along here
about now"
Even as he spoke the bell rang and
they all surged out into the hall, for
getting for the moment all about the
million. Olga hadn't killed the man,
then. The doctor knelt beside the
stricken man and examined him. He
shrugged.
will he live?"
Certainly. A scalp wound that
laid him out for a few moments.
He'll be all right in a few days. H.
vas lucky A quarter of an inch
lover and he'd passed in his checks"
Good" murmured Servan. $50
cur friend will accompany me back
to good Russia? o, We'll be kind TO
him during the journey. Have him
taken to the hospital ward at the
Tombs. Now for the little lady up
stairs.
A moment later Braine opened his
eyes and the policeman assisted him
to his feet. Servan with a nod or
dered the police to help the wounded
man to the taxicab which had just
arrived. Braine, now wholly con-
scious, flung back one look of hatred
toward H%argreave; and that was the
last either Florence or her father ever
saw of Braine of the Black Hundred
"a fine specimen of a man gone
wrong through greed and an inordi-
nate lust for revenge.
The policeman returned to Har-
greave.
ITS pretty quiet upstairs he
suggested. Don't you think, sir, that
I'd better try that bedroom door
again."
well, if you must" ~assented Har-
greave reluctantly. But don't be
rough with her If you can help it,"
For Braine he had no sympathy.
When he recalled all the misery that
DEVILS emissary had caused him, the
years of hiding and pursuit, the loss
of the happiness that had rightfully
been his. his heart BECAME adamant.
For eighteen years to have ridden