White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1915-01-10

Earlier, at the newspaper ONCE
that night. Jim went into the man
aging editors Office and laid a bulky
manuscript on that gentleman's desk
is this it,"
1T Is" said Jim.
You have captured them"
NO; but there Is a net about them
from which not one shall escape.
There's the story of my adventures,
of the adventures of Miss Hargreave
and the butler, Jones. You'll find II
exciting reading. You might just as
we'll send it up to the composing
room. At midnight I'll telephone the
Introduction. It's a scoop. Don't
worry about that"
The editor riffled the pages.
A hundred and twelve pages. 300
words to the page; man, It's a
novel;"
it'll read like one"
sit down for a moment and LEI
me skim through the first story
At the end of ten minutes the edi-
tor laid down the copy. He opened
a drawer and took out two envelopes.
TIE blue n he tore up and drop
ped into the waste basket. Norton
understood, and smiled. They had
meant to discharge him II he fell
down. The other envelope was a fat
one.
open it," said the editor, smiling
a little himself.
This envelope contained a check
for $4,000, two round trip first class
tickets to Liverpool, together with
innumerable continental tickets such
as r issued to tourists.
why two?" asked Jim Innocent
ly.
Forget 1t, my boy forget 1t. You
ought to know that in this Office we
don't employ blind men. The whole
staff is on. There you are. a fat
check and three months vacation.
Go and get married; and If you re-
turn before the three months are up
I'll fire you myself on general prin-
ciples'.
Jim laughed happily and the two
men shook hands. Then Jim went
forth to complete the big assignment.
Five minutes later Florence called
him up to learn that he had gone.
What should she do? Jones had
told her to stay in the house and not
to leave it. But where was he? Why
did he not come? What was the
meaning of this desertion by the SER
wants? She wandered about aim
lessly. looking out of windows. i'm
agining forms In the shadows. Her
imagination had not deceived her;
she had heard doors close softly.
Susan, Susan" she murmured
but Susan was in the hospital.
Oliver Twist. What had possessed
her to start reading that old tale
again? She should have read some
thing of a light and joyous character.
After half an hours wandering about
the lonely house she returned to the
library. feeling that she would be
safer where both telephone and re-
volver were.
And while she eat waiting for
she knew not what, her swiftly beat
ing heart sending the blood into her
throat so that ii almost suffocated
her. a mar turned into the street and
walked ~rssolutely toward the Har-
greave place. He passed a man lean
ing against a lamp post. but he never
turned to look at him.
This man. however, threw away
his cigar and hot footed it to the
nearest pay station. He knew in his
soul that he had just seen the man
for whom they had been hunting all
these weary but strenuous weeks
Stanley Hargreave in the flesh, Half
an hour after his telephone message
the chief OF the Black Hundred and
many lesser lights were on their way
to the house of mystery. Had they
but known! :
Now. the man who had created
this tremendous agitation went Sc
renely on. He proceeded directly and
~fearlessly to the front door. produced
a latch key and entered. He passed
through the hall and reception room
to the library and paused on the
threshold dramatically. Florence
stepped back with a sharp cry of
alarm. She had heard the hall door
omen and close and had taken it for
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