Bisbee daily review., 1916-09-03

 hall and pushed on one of a row of mother-of-pearl buttons. The door slid noiselessIy back at that signal, and an electric elevator rose automatically t0 the level of the floor where he stood. Inside the elevator. he touched still another button, whereupon the cage rose noiselcssly. Once it had come to a stop, he leaned against the appar- ently blank wall of the elevator shalt and studied it closely.
 His exploring plainly found there a secret spring, for the next moment a panel slipped noisclessly to one side and he stepped into the room s- art fully freprOofed with pressed steel panels and grained to look like oak, which Golden had once used as his bondroom.
 That room, although not used for years, was at the present moment far from empty. For pacing restiessiy back and forth, as the stranger quietly entered, was a golden-haired woman of little more than twenty. The face under the mask smiled a little at her sudden movement and gasp of sur prise as he confronted her.
 Are you still afraid of mel" he asked
 "N-nol" hesitated the girl
 "I'd give a good deal" declared the other, "to know who you are!"
 'T'm-Im afraid I can't help you any, in that" she finally told him.
 Why not?"
 Because l don't know myself"
 'T want to take you to man who may be interested in you. who may even prove to be very kind to you!"
 The pale face with the haunted eyes suddenly hardened.
 T no longer ask for kindness from men," was her almost passionate re- tort
 "Oh, this old scoUndrel won't be too dangerously kind, especially. until the ice is broken. l warrant you that much But with him, I'll also warrant, youu face none of the affrOnts that you may have faced in the Owls Nest"
 "But why should he be interested in me?"
 Because you may remind him of daughter he himself once had"
 Then what must I do?"
 You must put on a dress ! have ready, one exactly like the one his own daughter used to wear. And I'd like you to let down your hair"
 So the girl, still touched with won der, was cautiously led to another part of the great house, where she let down her hair and dressed herself in a girl ish little irOck which she found al ready laid out for her. And the won der was still in her eyes as the masked stranger smuggled her quietly down through the house, and. as the aged millionaire bent low to unlock the bot tom drawer of his desk, mOtioned her noiselessly into the library and into an armchair facing the desk.
 By the time Golden had raised his head again the mysterious stranger had slipped out of sight.
 Golden, as he sat upright, stared for several moments of silence at the strange figure in the armchair.
 "Who are you?" the grim-faced old financier finally demanded. But the girl remained silent.
 Golden, studying her more closely, ,srr...TsTr- gs-
 How did you get here?" he asked. And passing a hand across his mOis- tened brow he asked still again: Who are yOu?'
 q don't know" answered the girl.
 Golden rose to his feet, and still staring hungrily at that mild yet cloud ed face, crossed to her side.
 lie held her face between his hands. peering into it. Then, with a weary shake of the head, he dropped his hands.
 Tt was too much to expect, he huslIly murmured. Too much to hope forl"
 His grief-stricken face touched the girls heart.
 "Oh. sir, what had you hoped for?" she managed to ask.
 "I hope for nothing" was the broken mans reply. But once l haa a daughter, and 1 lost her"
 How did you lose her?"
 She was stolen from me, as a child"
 And what became of her?@
 God only knows. Yet, for a mo. ment l was mad enough to think. to hope But l have no longer any right to hope, he added with sudden pas sion. All l ask is that once before i die l meet face to face that one-armed devil with his scar of shame."
 "Onearmed, and with a scar?" cried the startled girl. leaning suddenly for ward in her chair
 Golden wheeled about at her cry.
 "What does that mean to you?"
 'Why, it was a one-armed man with Q scared face who kept me a pris- oner! lt was he. Legar, who always told ne my parents were dead
 "Legar." repeated tine bewildereo millionaire. "Legar? But my mans name was Palido-i
 "Girl. let me see your armt"