The record. [volume] (St. Maries, Idaho) 1913-1918, 1915-01-15

No; just ordinary everyday love.
"Ah. Olga. why the deuce must you
20 and fall in love with a bundle Of
ashes like myself? Ashes and bitter
ashes, too. Sometimes 1 regret. But
the regretting only seems to make
me all the more savage. What opium
and dope are to other men, danger
and excitement are to me. 1t is not
written that I shall die in bed. I have
told you that already. There is no
other woman-now And / do love you
after a fashion, as a man loves a com
rade. Wait till this dancing bout is
over and may talk otherwise. And
now / am going to shake hands and
hobnob with the elite-beautiful word
And while / bow and smirk and crack
witticisms, l and the devil will be
chuckling in our sleeves But this
I'll tell you, while there's a drop OF
blood in my veins, a breath in my
! body, I'll stick to this fight if only
to prove that I'm not a gutter
He caught her suddenly in his arms,
kissed her, ran lightly to the door
and was gone before she could re-
cover from her astonishment.
The affair went smoothly, without
a hitch. Norton and his men gained
the house through the tunnel without
attracting the least attention. The
Black Hundred, watching the front
and rear of the house never dreamed
that there existed another mode OF
entrance or that there was a secret
cabinet room.
Half an hour later the head of the
secret service, accompanied by his
men. together with Spider Beggs,
who was in high feather over his sue
cess arrived, demanded admittance,
and went at the front of the business
at once.
Your name is Jones" began the
chief.
The butler nodded, though his face
evinced no little bewilderment at the
appearance Of these men.
What is it you wish, sir?'
81 am from the secret service and
I have it from a pretty good source
that there is counterfeit money hidden
in this house. More than that can
put my hand on the very place 1t is
hidden"
"That is impossible, sir" declared
Jones Indignantly.
I'm an old hand, Mr.. Jones. 1t
will not do you a bit Of good to put
on that bold front"
Beggs smiled How was he to know
that this was a comedy set especially
for his benefit?
81 should like to see that money
said Jones, not quite so bravely.
Come with me-" said the secre'
service man. Where's the library?'
Beyond that door, sir"
The chief reckoning to his men
entered the library. went directly t
a certain shelf, extracted three vol
umes, and there lay the money il
three neat packages.
"Good -heavens!" gasped Jones.
'I shall have to request you and tn
family to accompany me to the sta
ton"
! But it is all utterly impossible
sir! know nothing Of that none,
nor how it got there. It's a plot
4 declare on my oath. sir, that / al
n innocent, that Miss Florence and he
q companion know nothing about it
- you will have to tell that to tn
a federal Judge, sir. My duty is to tai
- you all to the station It would
just as wen not to say anything NOR
! sir"
very we'll; but some one sha
smart for this outrage"
THAT remains to be seen" was Il
terse comment of the secret servi
man.
He-led his prisoners away directl
Norton and his men had to wait f
into the night. The Black Hundr
did not intend to make any mistal
this time by a hasty move At quart
y after ten they descended. Braine W
not with them. This was due to t
urgent request of Olga, who stin h
her doubts. The men rioted about t
house, searching hooks and corne
examining floors and walls, openi
books, pulling out drawers, but tn
found nothing. They talked free
however, and the dictagraph reg
tered every word. The printing pla
which had so long defed discove
was in the cellar of the house oc
pied by the Black Hundred. Mort
and his men determined TO follow a
raid the building. And the repor
promised himself a good front pc
story without ia any way conflict
with his promises to Jones.
Try Events came to pass as they expect
The trailing was not the easiest thi
I'D Norton knew about where the bu
she ing was, but he could not go to it
.es. rectly. He was quite confident {
Of its entrance was identical with t
ght which had the trap door through VII
hat he had been flung that memora
3ne day when he had been shanghaied.
ode When they reached the building
ght warned the men to hug the wall to
un- stairs The trap yawned. but no