Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-06-16


CAPTAIN FRANCIS NEwcoMHE. ex.
officer in the great war. who breaks
into sos Iry. n SSs T sSre Of unaeT
world, and in charge of various dig
steals that have set London egog.
PAUL CREMARRE, noted trehcn
thief, who has met Newcompe ~
the back waters OF the war; along
RUNNELLs. q valet. who has done
some big thefts on his own account
THE FOURTH sTRAGGLER. who
after the armistics and who disap-
Polly psi wIcKEs. a nower-sirl. whom
Neweombs has adopted ana I sens .,t -
the idea Of insuring social contacts
of the best before he leaves Engiano,
after executing some big hauls. She
n0Rx MARLIN. daughter OF an eccen-
trio millionaire. and her guest on =
big show place on the Florida keys
MR.. MARLIN, the mad magnste. has
lars. the existence Of which New
combe learns inadvertently ITO"
his beautiful ward.
HOWARD LOCKE, son of big ousl,
ness-man. who takes Newcompe snu
launch. He falls in love with PoHy
The Mad Millionaire
ITS an amazing place." said
yes; isn't it," said Polly Wickes
But. come along; you haven
| seen it all yet"
us there more?" Howard Locke
| asked with pretended increduiity
| vi IA
aquarium that contains more variet-
| les Of fish than l ever imagined swan
| in the sea; a house az magnincen'
and spacious as a palace; stables
gardens. flowers. bowers Of Eden
More! Really
turning, began to run along the
| path through the grove of trees
where they had been walking.
Locke followed. She ran like a
7 young fawn! He stumbled once
| awkwardly-and she turned and
| laughed at him. He felt the color
mount into his cheeks-felt a tinge
| of chagrin. Was she vamping him
! did she know that If his eyes had
| been occupied with where he was
going, and not with her, he would
| not have stumbled? Or was she
| Just a little sprite of nature, full ia
| Overlooking with life, buoyant. and
the more glorious for an unconscious
expression of the joy of living
| Amazing, he had called what he had
seen on this island since he had
been installed here as a guest that
| morning, but most amazing of all
| was Newcombs ward. Newcombs
| ward. 1t was rather strange! Who
| was she? How had girl like this
come to be Captain Newcomb's
ward? Newcombe had not been
| point that since she had gone to
America to school Newcombe had
rot seen her. Rather strange, that,
too! He was conscious that she
piqued him one moment, while the
| next found him possessed OF a mad
desire to touch, for instance, those
| truant wisps OF hair that now, as
she stood waiting for him on the
edge of the shore, a little out of
breath, the color glowing in her
checks. she retrieved with deft lit
tie movements Of her fingers.
l. Her color depend suddenly.
That's the penthouse over there"
she said.
! II beg your pardon said
Locke in confusion. And then
i
Polly Wickes stared. Again the
color in her cheeks came and went
swiftly.
"Oh!" she gasped; then hur-
riedly: We'll. perhaps. that is
better! Don't you think those two
little bridges from the rocks up to
the boathouse are awfully pretty 2"
"AwfulIy!" laughed Locke.
You're not looking at them at
all" said Polly Wickes severely.
Yes, am" asserted Locke.
"And just to prove it, was going to
ask why that amazing structure
you see. said amazing again-that
looks more like the home of a yacht
club than private boathouse, is
built out into the water like that,
Is 1t on account OF the tide? see
there's no beach here"
I'm sure 1 don't know" said Polly
Wickes. But they are pretty,
aren't they?-and the place does
look like a clubhouse. And 1t looks
more like one inside-there's a
lovely little lounging room with an
open fireplace, and I can't begin to
tell you what else. Shall we 20 in ?"
Yes rather!" said Locke.
He was studying the place now
with yachtman's eye. 1t was
built out from the rocky shore a
, considerable distance, and rested on
| an outer series of small concrete
piers, placed a few feet apart:
while, by STOPPING down, he could
see. beneath the overhang of the
| veranda, a massive center pier, wide
and long, obviously the main
foundation Of the building. At the
two corners facing the shore were
the little bridges, built in shape
like a curving ramp and ornamepted
with rustic ratings, that she had
referred to. These led from q point
we'll above high-water mark on the
shore to the veranda OF the boat
house itself.
"Mr. Marlin must bs an en-
thusiast," he said, as he followed his
guide across one OF the bridges.
Polly Wickes did not answer at
once and they began to make the
circuit of the Nyeranda.
Howard Locke glanced at her.
Her face had become suddenly
sobered, the dark eyes somehow
deeper. sensitive CULVER now
around the corners Of her lips. His
glance heightened into an I'M