Charlevoix county herald., 1918-12-13
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BY J. U. GIESY & J. 3. SMITH
Authors of Semi-Dual Stories
Copyright,
The Frank A. Munsey Co.
CHAPTER ~.
Lucille Takes Up the Story.

oil the most vicious bands OF Organized
evil, and carry it on from that point
where he ceased TO be an eye witness
until he comes into the action again
shall Try TO set down each impor.
tant incident as nearly as il occurred.
though, of course, not being a writer,
! shall probably not do it justice
All my life, until l took up police
work, lived in san Francisco
knew ms city, and may add that
IN sense ! knew my Chinese.
Much OF my hIsI work was in my
home city, among the people | was
now fighting again. AS result felt
competent TO begin the search for this
highcaste Oriental who might hold the
life OF the captured man in his hands,
II Connel were correct.
My knowledge of the Chinese Gus
toms and ethics, if one may call them
so-told me that man OF that type
would be the last Oh earth TO forget
such service as Mchabe secsned to
have rendered, the more so since the
child he had saved was an heir, ar
rived after it was well-nieh despaired
of by its father.
There was one queer thing which
made me decided upon the step l took
in leaving Mr.. Giace to go back to the
hotel with MS report alone.
Shortly after we had left Connel,
and while l was debating the likeli
hood of Kim Lees granting a request
for aid, it seemed as though something
began urging me to act at once. 1t was
as ii something actually led me to do
what | did.
/ know some people scoif at tele-
pathic communication, but / have
come to believe in it myself, and |
know Mr.. Dual says that ii can be ac-
complished by those who know the
proper methods, or by any one-unCon-
sciously-under the stress of some
driving circumstance or emotion.
And Mr.. Dual has since told me
frankly that he sent me a telepathic
direction that morning. In view of all
that happehed, would be the last one
on earth to doubt.
Therefore, after becoming assured
that it was the best | could do, told
Mr.. Giace of my determination, over
ruled his objections, and left the taxi
on the corner Of Grant and Geary.
/ stood for moment until i S,w
him go up toward Union Square and
the hotel, and then turned TO the long
slope at the top of which Chinatown
began.
1t was beautiful day, soft, and ac-
tually warm for San Francisco. All
about me were the crowds of the busy
city--people like myself hurrying this
way and that.
Girls and women passed me in
street costume, wearing great punches
of violets and carnations and little
baby" roses, from the flower markets
down on Kearny and Market.
Men of my own race pushed by on
errands of their own forming. | stood
for still another moment watching.
1t seemed hard to realize even then
that a few blocks north from here
would plunge me into a maelstrom of
foreign life-a totally different atmos-
phere of life-where the current of
living flowed with a sluggish surface,
which masked a seething passion OF
intrigue and plotting too deep to be
discovered by any casual glance.
And it seemed doubly hard to be
leve that man had been snatched
from his every day round last night,
and now lay shut in some secret
dungeon awaiting a fast approaching
doom.
That last thought set my feet in
motion.
| don't know whether at that time l
loved Danny McKabe or not. l am
sure that the mans personality had
taken a strong hold upon me the night
before.
At first l had regarded him only as
the ordinary city detective. II was
only later, when we had won our point
and were back at the Hall of Justice
and [ saw him Strengthened from his
assumed stoop, and met the full fire
OF his exultant eyes, that something
walked in my heart and answered his
look, in a way l had never known
before.
Also knew that when ] heard Of
his capture, for just a moment / felt
dizzy and feared would fall.
And from that time until | saw him
again, l am sure he was never fully
out of my mind.
And then, when | saw him-as l
saw him knew-that there would
never be any other man who would
mean what he did TO me, and that
whether he cared or not it would be
the same with me, in my heart, and
would never be quite the same woman
again, unless he did care as l wanted
him to.
Anyway, / began to walk up the
slope of Grant street, toward Clay and
the great. emporium of Oriental goods,
which Connel had said was owned
= principally by Kim Lee.
didn't hurry, for the simple rea-
son that did not wish to attract at.
tention.
There was every probability, knew
that some agent OF the people who