Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1915-03-12
The policeman returned t. har-

We'll, If you must" assented Har-
reluctantly. But don't be
rough with her If you can help it,"
For Braine he had no sympathy.
For eighteen years to have ridden
and driven and sailed up and down
the world, alwa Us confident that soon
or later that demon would find
him! He had lost the childhood of
his daughter, and now he was to lose
her In her womanhood. And because
of this i~mplacable hatred the child's
mother had died In the Petrograd
prison fortress But what an enemy
the man had been! He, Hargreave,
had needed all his wits constantly;
he had lever dared go to sleep ex-
cept with one eye open. But In en-
ploying ordinary crooks Braine had
at length ~overreached himself, and
now he must pay the penalty. The
way of the transgressor Is hard, and
though this ancient saying looks
dingy with the wear and tear Of CEN
turtles, it still holds good.
But he felt sorry for the woman up
above. She had loved not wisely but
too well. Far better for her If she
put an end to life. She would not live
a year In the God-forsaken SHOWS OF
Siberia.
My kind father!" said Florence. as
IL she could read his thoughts.
Il had a hard time of It, my child.
II was difficult to play the butler with
you about. The times that l fought
down the desire to sweep you UP in
my arms! But l kept an iron grip on
that impulse. 1t would have imper-
lied you. In some manner 1t would
have leaked out, and your life and
mine wouldn't have been worth a but
ton"
Florence threw her arms around
him and held him tightly.
THAT poor weak woman %upstairs!"
she murmured. Cant they let her
goY"
mo. dear. She has lost, and losers
pay the stakes. That's life. Norton.
you knew who I was all the time,
didn't your"
81 did, Mr.. Hargreave. There was
a scar on the lobe of your ear; and
secretly I had often wondered at the
likeness between you and the real
Jones. When I caught a glimpse Of
that ear then I knew what the game
was. And I'll add you played 1t amaz-
ingly well. The one flaw in Braine's
campaign was his hurry. He started
the ball rolling before getting all the
phases clearly established in his
mind. He was a brave man anyhow
"And do you think that you can lead
Florence to the million?" asked Har-
greave. smiling.
For n thing, 1t is in her room
and has always been there. 1t never
was in the chest"
Not bad, not bad" unused the ia
Their.
But perhaps after all it will be
best If you show 1t to her yourself"
Just a little uncertain?" iibed the
millionaire.
Absolutely certain. I will whisper
in your a where 1t is hidden" Nor
ton leaned forward as H%argreave bent
attentively.
You've hit It," said the millionaire
"But how In the world did you guess
it,.
because 1t was the last place any
one would look for it. I judged al
the start that you'd hide it in JUS
such a spot, in some place where yor
could always guard it and lay your
hands On 1t quickly IL needs said
must"
I'm mighty glad you were on my
SIDE" said Hargreave. "In a few
minutes well go up and take a lool
at those packets of bills. There's q
very unhappy young woman there al
present"
'fs IL in my room?" cried Florence
Hargreave nodded. =
Meantime Countess Olga hoveret
between two courses: a brave attemp
to escape by the window or to turf
the revolver against her heart. Ii
either case there was nothing left II
life for her. The mar she loved wa,
dead below. killed by her hand. She
felt as though she was treading air IL
some ~fantastical nightmare. Sh,
could not ~go,forward or backward, ant
her heels were always within reaci
Of her pursuers.
SO this was the end of things? Tn,
dreams she had had OF going ava,
with Braine to other chimes, the hap
piness she had pictured, all mer,
chimeras! A sudden rage swept owe
her. She would escape, she would
continue to play the game to the end
She would show them that she haG
been the mans mate, not his plan
tool? She raised the window and il
slipped the policeman who had pa
tiently been waiting for her. Instant
ly she placed the revolver at her TEN
pie. A quick clutch and the police
mar had her by the wrist. She mad,
one tigerish effort to free herself
shrugged and signified that she SUI
rendered.
Il don't want to hurt you, miss,
said the policeman. "but If you max
any attempt to escape I'll have to pu
the handouts on you"
I'll go quietly. What are you gt
ing to do with met"
Turn you over to the Russia
agent. He has extradition papers. an
I guess It's Siberia"
For mel" She laughed s~cornfull,
do l look like a woman who woul
go to Siberian"
BE careful, miss. AS l said, 1 don
want to use the cuffs unless 1 hay
to-"
She laughed again. It did not hay
a pleasant sound in the officers ear
He had heard women. on suicide ben
laugh like that
"Pn ask you for that ring on 20,
finger"