The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1916-05-20

THE key 20 my happiness is no
longer in that woman's hands" an
nounced Golden. Yet a tremulous
note in his great voice sent a wave
OF pity surging through the younger
man. whose arm went out to the stoop-
ing shoulder SO close 10 him. And
that Unexpectedly intimate touch, ap-
parently. was too much for the al
ready unnerved man al the desk, for
with gesture oddly poignant he lift
ed his hand and pressed IL against his
closed eyes. as though in an effort TO
shut away actualities which were too
dark to be endured
Manley, as he did so. slipped a hand
in under the lapel OF the older mans
coat, lifted a wallet lightly from It's
pocket, and stood upright again.
Then. with a shrug that was almost
one OF pity as he looked down at the
still silent millionaire. he turned
away and slipped out OF the room
The departing woman had already
passed through the street door before
he could overtake her. She stopped
mir. Golden. madam. seems to have
changed his mind. Here are a few
hundred dollars from him. which may
be OF material assistance 10 you in this
matter you spoke OF"
Manley who had taken the roll OF
bills from the wallet. was quite sol
emn-faced as he handed the money to
the equally solemnfaced woman. Yet
the shadow OF smile played about
his lips as he watched the austere
figure i'm black disappear from sight.
Then he turned back TO the library.
There he found Golden pacing back
and forth. padding grotesquely about
from pocket TO pocket.
"Manley. my wallets gone." wac
the fnanciers cry.
Was there any money in it?' in.
CURED the secretary.
What d you suppose I'd keep in
it," was the impatient demand "Tal.
cum powder? OF course there was
money in it-over four hundred dol
lars in greenbacks,
Manley shook his head in mock sor-
row
This, sir. looks like very grave
carelessness
1t looks like very grave thievery to
me. snapped the older man.
The Emissary in Oak.
Midway between that portion OF New
York harbor. known as the Upper bay.
and the open reaches OF the sea that
wash up the sands OF Manhattan
beach, lies district that might be fit
tingly denominated as No Mans land
one of the least savory habita-
tions adjoining that fringe ot city's
flotsam was the ruinous boathouse OF
certain Oyster Joe.
And Oyster Joe, the river pirate.
looked the part The unsteadiness Of
his still muscular limbs the looseness
OF his swollen lips. the unkemptness
OF his entire surroundings. all united
20 proclaim him a lover OF the cup that
can cheer and at the same time inebri
ate This fact indeed. was further
evidenced by the oarnestness with
which Oyster Joe, himself making his
way into tho sail loft. lifted worn
tarpaulin aside and studied a row OF
cognac casks.
So intent was his study OF this
wealth OF JOY to be- that he saw and
heard nothing or slcnderbodied
stranger who quietly approached his
abode, entered it, and stared studious-
ly about What made this intruder
even more mysterious was the fact
that across the upper part OF his face
he wore a narrow band or yellow cloth
The movements OF this mysterious
stranger were marked by celebrity
When his investigations, in fact. were
suddenly interrupted by a sound which
grew louder along the narrow road
winding inland through tho salty
marshes, he crept To the door peered
out and prepared himself for a prom
Used intruder For approaching Oys
ter Joe's boathousc he could plainly
make out twohorse wagon driven by
a slattorn.shouldered and whte.beard
ed man OF about sixty
The masked intruder crept back
through tho boathouse, entered the
sail loft and stealthily approached the
still musing figure Of Oyster Joe. In
"A moment he had the old pirate bound
and gagged.
Then, hearing the wagon wheels al
most at the door the stranger dragged
his inert captive 10 a nearby beam,
dashed him to II and over him threw
the tarpaulin from the cognac casks
Slipping hack to the outer rooms
tho masked stranger drew his revolver
and stood close In beside the shadow
OF the door calmly waiting for the
man who had already alighted from
the wagon
From the mouth behind the white
whiskers came a squeak like the
squeak OF a rat behind a wainscotng
as the strangers revolver was thrust
fundamentally into hfa startled old face