The evening world., 1915-01-14

'He's got his nsrve-working .
game like that" said Ninot.
"Nerve-not At ALL" replied Har-
rowby. Hes a. safe ~ q child In
its own nursery. He knows a. we'll
~ anybody that the last thing I'd do
would b TO appeal to the police. Too
much publicity down that road.
Well, have you any suggestio'.?'
II have not" said Minot, rising.
But perceive clearly that II now
devolves on little Dicky Minot to up
and don bis lighting armor once
more"
He went down Into the lobby and
tore Jack Paddock away from the
side Of an Omaha beauty.
Jack" Minot said, "rm going to
Why I am in San Marco"
"Unbare your secrets" Paddock
answered.
Crossing the quiet plaza, Minot sx-
planned to his friend the matter Of
the insurance policy written by the
romantic Jephson Ia New York. He
told OF how he had come South with
the promise to bis employer that Miss
Cynthia Meyrick would change her
mind only over his dead body. In.
credulous exclamations broke from
the nippant Paddock as he listened.
Knowing your love Of humor."
Minot said, II hasten to add the
crowning touch. The moment I saw
Cynthia Meyrick I realized that II
couldn't marry her myself life would
after. Every time I've zen het
tho answer. Jackf"
Children. see the very Christian
martyr! II II was me I'd chuck the
Job and elops wtth-oh. no. you
couldn't do that, OF course. II would
be low trick. You are In . hole.
"Ftve million fathoms deep. There's
nothing to do but see the wedding
through. And you're going 70 help
has a packet Of love letters written
by Hsrrowby In his salad days, which
he proposes TO print on the morrow
unless he 10 paid not to tonight.
You and are on our way to take 'em
'Ay. ay. ar. I've been hearing
os cSms :. tntnss "a. assut Gonsais myself.
They sreped shout in a dark hall:
opened the omoe door. Mr.. o'Neiil
sat behind Q desk, the encyclopedia
before him. seeking lively material
for tho morrow's issue. Mr.. Howe
hammered at q typewriter. Both Of
intrusion.
"Ah. gentlemen" said o'Neili. COM
ing forward. What can do for your"
Who are your Minot asked.
not q household word In San Marco?
I am mana aging editor of the Mall"
His eyes lighted on Mr.. Paddock's
giddy attire. 1--WE can't possibly let
you give ball here tonight, II that's
what you want"
Very humorous" said Minot. "But
our wants are far different. won't
beat around the bush. You have some
ietters hero written by friend of
mine to . lady no adored-at the mo-
ment. You are going to print tham
In to-morrow's Mail unless my friend
ns ss's so sn9ssA to H.y you sSn: s:n 70 noS
YOU anything. We've come for those
letters-and ws'll get them or run you
aud your boss out Of town In twenty
four hours-you raw little blackmail-
ers!"
"BIackmaiIsrs!" Mr.. o'Neilrs eyes
seemed to catch hrs from his hair.
His face paied. 1--WE been In the
neWspapeP business seventeen years.
and nobody ever called me . black
mailer and got away with II. Tn In
a generous mood. I'll give you ono
chance TO take that back
''Nonsonse. II happens to he
tru~"-- put In Paddock.
I'm talking to your friend here"
O'Neill's breath came fast. "I1l at
tend 70 you. you lily Of the hsld. In a
minute. You--you liar-are YOU going
TO take that bsck?'
mo" cried Ninot.
He cav . Wild yrishmau coming for
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