The mirror., 1923-12-27

stood thus-and even more so. Then she
put him away-for space-a narrow
space.
"You see it was this way. Grandfather
died and left me hundred million dol
lars. He was partner of old Graham.
He got romantic about John and me getting
married. So married John, though he
. is seventy and twenty-one. But i'm
mediately after the ceremony I took the
boat for Nome, intending to die or perish
in the attempt"
AT that moment old Potluk, the cook,
approached. "Gent in the Office to see you."
Entering the room Alan Holt recog-
nized Rossland, one of John Graham's
sneakret agents.
"Holt," said Rossland cheerily, "you've
got ten thousand reindeer and one Mrs.
John Graham. offer you five hundred
thousand dollars for the lot"
"My God! Rossland," Alan hissed, edo
you dare to offer me this for my reindeer
and Mary? A half million dollars Why,
you hound, she's worth hundred million
dollars. Go, before kill you where you
stand"
"He will come again, Alan. And with
him will come Mr.. Graham and the min
ions of him. My wicked husband will
leave no stone unturned to throw at me-"
Alan spoke, Iet us prepare for the min
ions."
He posted old Kodak in the attic with
a rifle. "Picture ahead, Kodak. Take them
as they come" In the room below he took
his stand with Mary.
Suddenly voices were heard, commands,
and running footsteps, and old Kodak
taking snapshots. A savage roar of still
more savage rifles answered. A rain of
bullets poured into the cabin, flooding it
with lead. The rising tide submerged
them.
"Out the kitchen door!" cried Holt, "and
away through the alley"
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and
The Pill That Bounced
Up the mountain side they raced. At
last, refuge and safety on the roof of the
kloof!
Their pursuers came on-old John Gra-
ham in the lead. The crash of a rife,
and-Alan Holt tried to smile, even as a
red blot spread upon his forehead, and
he crumpled all up.
Suddenly there was John Graham's
cruel, exultant face, his eyes blazing with
mad passion. Then his arms came about
her. Her slim body crumped in his vice
like grip.
And then 1.-THE, lean form hurtled
through the air from the ledge above,
sheer sixty feet into the cavern. And as it
hurtled it whipped out two guns and death
crashed from them. Several bystanders
were injured, some seriously, others in
more or less humorous manner.
But not John Graham He held the girl
before him as a shield. His huge and
bloated form was entirely screened by her
slender, lissome figure, so that not an inch
of him could be seen, except one fore-fnger
curved around the trigger of an automatic
which protruded under her arm.
Then the intruder whirled upon them
and Mary saw the face of Southpaw Steve,
the Terror of Tundras, the only man in all
Alaska who could shoot curved bullet!
Slowly Southpaw Steve took his position
in the box, his eagle eye on Mary's face.
She signaled for fast ipshoot. His long
left arm revolved twice, as he wound up
for the supreme effort of his life, and then
like tightening Aash-his gun spoke,
the bullet sped, curved in over the corner
of the plate, and-lodged in the heart of
John Graham.
"Striker out" called Mary Graham
gleefully.
They turned Alan over and looked at
that terrible blot on his broad, white fore
head. Then Southpaw cried aloud:
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