The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1916-02-03
knew how to walk.

n great rudy September moon WAS
clearing the tops of the trees in Tho
east. A silvery blue haze dimmed 49,
outline'of the river.
Smead. He had really seen tha m,,
Imagination never played such tricks.
fancy could never have created that
bulk, the cane. and the bad limp.
He had seen him. and in turn Smood
had seen him and taken to cover. Dew.
iltry or some order was afoot. II hing
about Smead as miasma hangs about
swamps
Reprisal? Were they after him? Fla
laughed. If 1t came to a physical CON.
test they would have their hands fu,l
smead was not man to ignore. how.
ever: strong. daring, resourceful. teem
ing with the facile cunning of the az.
comDlished blackleg.
Fllibusterer, gambler, smuggler.
bookmaker at the race tracks, owner
OF a string of gambling houses that
reached from New York to San Fran
cisco. What had he not turned his
predatory hand to?
Well. he had cut Smead's claws In
one direction; his smuggling DAYS were
over The contiscation. the heavy fine
and the suspended sentence would keen
h%n to other affairs for some wears to
come
Lucky thought, that, to take jaunt
into Kingston. They might have sur
priscd him. Now he was on guard
And Immediately he forgot all about
Smead.
Love. He paused and looked at the
moon. And ten days ago she hadn't
existed to his knowledge.
len wonderful days. Ho went on,
lightly humming the aria from "Mar-
tha.' \ glorious night; opal mists lay
upon the meadows, and the black shad-
oWs were the kline; the tops of the
cornflelds We're like silver plumes; a
rabbit scurried across the road; an owl
| hooted to it's mate, and there were
strange rustlings and flutterings in the
| leaves about.
Presently he saw the lights Of the
| farm tWinkling in and out of the grove
| OF pines that stood like sentinels be-
fore the house.
| His keen, rowing eye discovered a
| white patch against the misty drab of
| the old dock, and his heart bothered
him; there was thickness in his
throat, and the backbone of his courage
was nowhere.
| Yet, with the lightness and sureness
OF the hunter that he was, he crossed
the rubble and shale between him and
the dock almost noiselessly.
Good graciousv' she exclaimed.
But that was the woman Of it, for she
| had seen him pproaching-not that
she had been watching-some five min
utes back. The eagerness of the stride
| had made her tremble little, she knew
not exactly why
You came along as noiselessly as
! cat. Excuse me for not rising" She
made room for him on the steamer rug,
and shortly four heels beat light tat
too against the piles of the dock.
what night! Isn't it splendid?"
| She turned her face toward him.
1t was as beautiful as moonlight, and
her eyes We're as deep and mysterious
as the voids beyond. 1t was mighty
hard work for him to resist taking her
IN his arms then and there. Perhaps it
would have been better if he had.
II have confession to make" he
began at ONCE.
The smaller pair of heels became
silent instantly. "Im not going to sail
under false colors any longer Up here
they think I'm millionaire, and I've
never taken the trouble to disabuse
their minds. Lord knows, I'm not. NV
grandfather was, but he was q duck
and drake chap. You know what l
mean"
The little heels began the tattoo
again relievedly.
"He made dozen fortunes and spent
them. And my own poor dad killed
himself trying to save something out
of the wreck for me. Work has been
my portion"
"Work is good for all of u.s.
but you don't know what kind of
work l do. It's sneak's business.
I'm special agent of the secret serv-
ice, and my duty is to learn when and
where jewels are purchased, to keep
track of them. and to see that they are
not struggled in free of duty, and when
ever these purchases are confiscated l
am given my moiety. l hate it all. It's
not gentleman's business. But my
grandfather's blood in me Graves for
comforts, the good things of life. If
did the work because l believed it to
be right, my duty, shouldn't mind. l
came up here to forget it ALTO re-
habiiitate my pride, but l saw man
today who brought it all back a thou
sandfold keener''
"In kingston?"
Her voice was only curious.
eyes. The man wasn't my friend.