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The Million Di By HAROLD Illustrated from Scenes it Same Name by the That (Copyright, 1914, by SYNOPSIS. Stanley Hargrcave, millionaire, after a miraculous escape from the den of the gang of brilliant thieves known as the Black Hundred, lives the life of a re cjuse for eighteen years. Hargreave ac cidentally meets Braine. leader of the Black Hundred. Knowing Braine will try to get him, he escapes from his own home by a balloon. Before escaping he writes a letter to the girls' school where eighteen years before he mysteriously left on the doorstep his baby daughter, Florence Gray. That day Hargreave also draws $1,000,000 from the bank, but It Is reported that this dropped into the sea when the balloon he escaped in was punc tured. Florence arrives from the girls' school. Countess Olga? Braine's compan ion, visits her and claims to be a relative. Two bogus detectives call, but their plot Is foiled by Norton, a newspaper man. By bribing the captain of the Orient Nor ton lays a trap for Braine and his gang. Countess Olga also visits the Orient's captain, and she easil> falls into the re porter's snare. The plan proves abortive through Braine's good luck and only hire ?. - 1 . J,? nn||/.n lings IHll lnio me nanus ui mc After failing in their first attempt the Black Hundred trap Florence. They ask her for money, but she escapes, again foil ing them. Norton and the countess call on Florence the next day, once more safe at home. The visitors having gone. Jones removes a section of flooring and from a cavity takes a box. Pursued by mem bers of the Black Hundred, he rushes to the water front and succeeds in dropping the box into the sea. Countess Olga suc ceeds in breaking the engagement exist ing between Florence Hargreave and Nor ton. Accomplices of Braine succeed in kidnaping Florence while she is shopping aj-d hurry her off to sea. She leaps into the sea and is picked up in a dazed con dition by a party of fishermen. The Black Hundred locate her and Braine, disguised as her father, succeeds in taking her back to ae?a with him. Florence sets fire to the boat and is rescued by a ship 6n which Nortc.n has been shanghaied. Norton and Florej'ce, safely ashore and with no long er any misunderstanding between them, take the train for home. The train Is ?...nUlnr* mQmVvorc 1 Ulaok Hundred carry the injured Florence to a deserted hut. Norton, who tries to I rescue her. Is tied to the railroad tracks. I Florence saves him and finally Jones I comes to the rescue of both. CHAPTER XII.?Continued. In the morning he found his oppor-'' tunity. For half an hour the forecastle w as empty of all save himself. Fever ishly he pried back the boards, found the brace beam, and gently laid the box there. It was a mighty curious looking box. Once he had stoked up the Chinese coast from the Philip pines, and he judged it to be Chinese in origin. He tried to pry open (the cover and feast, his eyes upon the treasure; but under the leather and ivory and mother of pearl was imper vious steel. It would take an ax or a crowbar to stir that lid. He sighed. He replaced the boards, and became to all appearances his stolid self again. But all the way down to the Baha mas he was moody, and when he an swered any questions it was with words spoken testily and jerkily. "I know whut's th' matter," said Dunkers. "He's la iove. i "Shut your mouth!" "Didn't I tell yuh?" laughed the tan talizer, dancing toward the compan ionway. "Steve's in love, 'r he didn't git drunk enough on shore t' satisfy his whale's belly!" A boot thudded spitefully against the door jamb. "You fellahs let me alone, 'r I'll bash j in a couple o' heads!" "0, yuh will, will yuh?" cried Dunk- \ ers from the deck. "If yuh want a little exercise, yuh can begin on me, yuh moonsick swab! Whut's th* matter with yuh, anyhow? Where'd yuh git this grouch? Whut've we done t' yuh? Huh?" ' "You keep out o' my way, that's all.' I'm mindin' my watches, an' don't ask no odds or you uuners. vvnai 11 1 nave a grouch? Is it any o' your business? J All right. When we step ashore at j th' Bahams, Mister Jim Dunkers, I'll tear the ropes out o' your pulley i blocks. But till we git there, you t' j th' upper bunk an' me t' mine." "Leave th' ol' grouch alone, Jim. i Th' mate won't stand for no scrappin' ? aboard. We'll have th' thing done right in th' custom sheds. We'll have a finish fight* Queensberry rules, an" may th' best man win." "I'm willin'," said Jim. "So'm I," agreed Steve. But his in- j tentions were not honorable. He pro posed to desert before any fight took ; place. Not that he was physically j afraid: no; he wanted to dig his j hands deep into those doubloons and j pieces-of-eight. So the four days down passed other- j wise uneventfully, amid paint pots and iron rust and three meals a day of pork, onion soup, potatoes, and strong, bitter coffee. The winds became light and balmy and the sea blue and gen tle. The men went about in their undershirts and dungarees, barefooted. Of course the coming fight was the j main topic of conversation. It prom- I ised to be a rattling good scrap, for both men were evenly matched, and both had a "kick" in either hand. Even the captain took a mild interest in the affair. He was an old sailor. He knew that there was no such word as arjai- ! tration in a sailor's vocabulary; fcis .disputes could be settled only in one manner, by his calloused fists. When the old mudhook (and some day Steve was going to buy it and hang it over the entrance of the Gil son house) slithered down Into the smiling waters of the bay, Steve con cluded that discretion was the better part of valor. He would steal ashore NO TRUTH IN OLD STORY Oliver Goldsmith's Dead Body Never in Danger of Being Seized by His Creditors. More or less credence has always seemed to be given to the story that Goldsmith's debts disrupted the ar rangements made for his funeral. His biographers have not been above dwelling on this unhappy report. Now comes Case and Comment with the 'figal side of it, and makes out what V <* . .. . Dllar Mystery MAC GRATH i trie Photo Drama of the ihouser Film Company i Harold MacGrath) on the quarantine tug which lay along side. He was willing to fight under ordinary circumstances, but he must get his treasure in safety first. They coulfl call him a welcher If they wanted to; devil a bit did he care. So he pried back tne Doaras 01 ms buuk wall, took out the box,' eyed it fondly, and noted for the first time the let tering on it: STANLEY HARGREAVE. He wrinkled his brow in the effort to recall a pirate by this name, but was unsuccessful. No matter. He hugged the box under his coat and made for the gangway, and inadver tently ran into his enemy. Dunkers caught a bit of the box peeping from under the coat. "What 'a' yuh got there?" he de manded truculently. "None o' your damn business! You lemme by; hear me?" "Ain't none o' my business, huh? Where'd yuh git a box like that? Steal it? By cripes, I'm goin* t' have a look at that box, my hearty. It don't smell like honest onions." "You lemme by!" breathed Steve, with murder in his heart. Suddenly the two men closed, surged back and forth, one determined to fa thic mVC- I ianu aiiu inc uuici iu uuiu ~ terious box. Dunkers struggled to up hold his word: not that he really wanted the box but to prove that, he was strong enough to take it if he wanted to. The name on the box flashed and disappeared. It was a kind of shock to him. He and Blossom went battering against the rail. Dunkers' grip slipped and so did Blossom's. The result was that the box was catapulted into the sea. With an agonizing cry, Blossom leaned far over. He saw the box oscillate for a moment, then sink gracefully in a zigzag course, down through the blue waters. Fainter and fainter it grew, and at last vanished. "I'm sorry, Steve; but yuh wouldn't let me look at it," said Dunkers, con tritely. - "Damn you; I'm goin' t' kill y' for that!" It became a real fight this time, fist and foot, tooth and nail; one mad with t The Master Villain the lust to kill and the other desper- j ately intent on living. It was one of those contests in which honor and i fair play have no part. But for the timely arrival or me captain ana some 1 of the crew Dunkers would have been badly injured, perhaps fatally. They ; hauled back Blossom, roaring out his oaths at the top of his lungs. It took half an hour's arguing to calm him down. Then the captain demanded to know what it was all about. And blubbering, Steve told him. ( "Six hundred feet of water, if I've got my reckoning right. The anchor lies in 60 feet, but the starboard side drops sheer 600. You swab! Why didn't you bring the box to me? A ' man has a right to what he finds. I'd have taken care of it for you till we got back to port. I know; you were greedy; you thought I might want to stick my fist into your treasure. And 1 you'll never find it in 600 feet of water 1 ?ln/l nnmilC That's what I ttuu tangicu, you get for being a blamed hog. as for you," and the captain turned to Dunkers, "get your dunnage and your pay and hunt for another boat back. I won't have no murder on board 'Cap tain Manners.' And the sooner you go, the better." "I'll go, sir," said Dunkers, readily enough. Had the misfortune happened to him and had Blossom been the ag gressor, he would want his life. He understood. Like the valet In "Oliv appears to be a clear case. A public f funeral in Westminster abbey was de- t signed, the pall-bearers had been se- e lected from the distinguished circle to a which Goldsmith belonged; and then 1 the rapidly maturing arrangements } came to a sudden halt. The public t funeral was given up without explana- f tion. The burial took place simply, t almost secretly, in the ground of t the Temple church. None of the old i literary friends was present. This i strange change in procedure has been 1 explained by the statement that 1 ette," It was the time for disappearing. "An* keep out o' my way. I'll git y' yet," growled Blossom. "Keep your mouth shut," said the mate, "or I'll have you put In Irons, you pig!" "All right sir. I've said all I'm goin' t' say t'day;" and Blossom strode off. "What was the box like?" asked the captain of Dunkers. "Chinese contraption, sir; leastwise it looked that way to me. Didn't look as if it'd been in th' water long, sir. Somethin' lost overboard by some pri vate yacht, t' my thinkin'. I'll keep out o' Steve's way. I'll lay low on shore, sir." And though Steve made a perfect range of the spot, he never came back to find the mysterious box, never saw the Gilson house back home, nor did he ever see Dunkers again. On the voyage home he brooded continually, and was frequently found blubbering; and one night he skipped his watch and went to Davy Jones' locker. Dunkers had not told aboilt the name he had seen on the box; and Blossom had not thought to. The name Hargreave had instantly brought back to Dunkers' mind the newspaper * - - J 4.1? J rru siories ne uau reueuLjj' icau. xncic was no doubt in the world that this box belonged to the missing million aire, who had drawn a million from his banks and vanished; and, more over, there was no doubt in Dunkers' mind that this million lay in the Ba haman waters. It had been drawn up from the bottom of the sound, under the path of the balloon. He proceeded, then, to take a most minute range. It would require money and partners; but half a loaf would be far better than no loaf at all; and he was deter mined to return to New York to find backing. Finding is keeping, on land or sea. ( Now it happened that his favorite grog shop was a cheap saloon across the way from the headquarters of the Black Hundred; and Vroon occasion ally dropped in, for he often picked up a valuable bit of maritime news. Dunkers was an old friend of the bar keeper, and he proceeded to pour and guzzle down his throat a very poor substitute for whisky. He became communicative. He bragged. He knew where there was a million, and all he needed was a first-class diving bell. A year from now he would not be drink ing cheap whisky; he'd be steering a course up and down Broadway and buying wine when he was thirsty. He was no miser. But he had to have a diving bell; and where the blue devil could he get one with $12 and an Ingersoll watch in his pocket? From his table Vroon made a sign which the bartender understood. Then on/1 orvnvAonVia/1 Tinnlroro u? iuoo auu appjuatuLu uuiulu u. "I own a pretty good diving appar atus," he said. "If you've got the and His Adviser. goods, I'll take a chance on a fifty fifty basis." Vroon did not believe there was anything back of his 'talk; but it always paid to dig deep enough to find out. "Have a drink; and, Bill, give us a real whisky and none of vrmr Rfian-lvp TCniv lpt'o hear vnnr yarn." "I don't know yuh," said Dunkers, with drunken caution. "How is it, Bill?" turning to the bartender. "He's the goods, Jim. You've heard of Wyant & Co.?" "Sure I've heard o" them. Best divin' app'ratus they is.' "Well, this gent herejs Mr. Brooks, general manager for Wyant & Co. I can O. K. him." Vroon threw an appreciative glance at the bartender. He was not affiliated with the Black Hundred, but he had often aided Vroon in minor affairs. "All right, if yuh say so, Bill. Well, here's th' yarn." And when he had done, Vroon smoked quietly without speaking. "Don't yuh believe it?" demanded Dunkers, truculently. "But COO feet of water, in a coral bottom, and no way of telling just where it fell overboard. That's a tough proposition." "O, it is, is it? I'm a sailor. I can lay my hand right over th' spot. Do yuh think I'd be fool enough t' hunt for it without a perfect range?" Dunk riends feared that creditors would in- c erfere with the public funeral by f sizing the body, a right which it is I illeged the creditors had under the g aw at that time. This explanation 1 las been reiterated until it is quite e generally believed. As a matter of t act the story is without foundation, r jecause the law of England never t jave a right of this nature to cred- i tors. The story has also been quite a ndustriously circulated about Richard 1 Brinsley Sheridan, who likewise died i c leaviiy in debt. Whatever it was that [ s era tapped his coat pocket suggestive ly And Vroon knew that' the one thing he wanted was there, a plan or a draw ing of the range. So there was another man shanghaied that night, and his destination was Cape Town, 22 days' voyage by the calendar. Vroon carried his information to the organization that same night. They would start the expedition at once, and till this was accomplished, Har greave's daughter was to be immune from attacks. Besides, it would give Hargreave (wherever he was) and the others the idea that the Black Hun dred had concluded to give up the chase. Above, with his ear to a small hole, skillfully bored through the ceiling without permitting the plaster to fall, knelt a man with a bandaged arm. He could never see any faces; no one ever took off a mask in this sinister And That Is Why Jones Was Able, Some Weeks Later, to Hide Once 1 More the Original Box. chamber. But there were voices, and he was going to forget some of them. After the meeting came to an end, he waited an hour after, and then stole down into the street by the aid of the fire escape. Later, he entered a tele phone booth and called up Jones. Then, one leathern and steel box, dotted with bits of ivory and mother of-pearl, became two; and the second one was soaked in mud and salt water for two weeks till you could not nave told it from the original. And' that is why Jones was able, some weeks later, to hide once more the original box. As for the substitute, just as Braine was about to use a mallet and chisel upon it, the lights went out. There was a wild scramble, a chair or two was overturned. "The door, the door!" shouted Braine, furious. It slammed the moment the words left his lips. And as suddenly as they had gone out the lights sprang up. The box was gone. There were evi dently traitors among the Black Hun dred. CHAPTER XIII. An Agent From Russia. The Black Hundred, not as Individu als but as an organization, began to worry. Powerful, and often reckless and daring because it was powerful, it began to look about for some basic cause for all these failures against Hargreave's daughter and Hargreave^'s ghost. They had tried to put the in quisitive reporter out of the way ; they had laid every trap they could think of to catch the mysterious visitor at the Hargreave home; they had thrown out a hundred lures to bring Har greave out of his lair, ancj failed; and they had lost a dozen valuable men and several thousand dollars. This must end somewnere, ana quicitiy. The one ray of hope for the conspi rators lay in the fact that Florence had never seen her father and knew not In the least what he looked like. They determined to try again in this direction. "Give it all up," said the countess to Braine. "I tell you, whatever is back of all this Is stronger than we are. He knows the organization, and foV all we know he may be a ghost." "I never go back," smiled Braine. "There's something more than the mil lion. There's the sport of the thing. We've been bested in a dozen bouts, and nearly always by a fluke. They have the breaks, as they say out at the Polo grounds." "But the time and expense when we might be getting results elsewhere! I tell you, Leo, I'm afraid. It's like alwayB hearing some one behind you and never finding anybody when you turn. I have told you my doubts. I have also asked you to trap that but ler, but you've always laughed." "You are seeing ghosts, Olga. A new man from holy Russia," shrug ging, "is coming tonight. Evidently the head over there thinks our contri butions of late have not beet up to the mark, and they are going to stir us up. I am willing to wager m? soul, however, that that box is simply a hoax to befuddle us. Either that or it holds the key. But the rest of them insist that the box must be recovered. When I leave this room tonight 1 am going over to Riverdale and stalk all by myself. I'm going to get a glimpse of that mysterious stranger. He car ries a scar of mine somewhere, for I hit him that night." The door opened and the executive chamber became silent. "Count Paroff," boomed the voice of Vroon. "He will present his cre dentials." This formality was executed as pre scribed by the rules; and Count Par off was given his chair. He spoke for a while, rather pompously. "The head organization is not sat isfied with its offspring in this Har greave affair," he said in conclusion. "You are slow." "Then you have come with Bome suggestions for the betterment of our business?" asked Braine ironically. ihanged the arrangements of a public uneral for Oliver Goldsmith, it may >e safely asserted as a legal propo rtion that there was not any likeli lood that the dead body would be ;eized by creditors. Goldsmith was juried by his lawyer friends and leighbors within the boundaries of j heir own domain. He had lived his lappiest days among them, and it was j ifter all more fitting that he should ie down to his long rest in the midst if them, rather than in a garish and plendid tomb in Westminster abbey. "Sir, this is not the hour for fllj pancy," said the agent coldly. Braine made a sign with his hand, a sign not observed by every one. Instantly ParoP *ent lowly. He rec ognized that the speaker was the ac tual, not the nominal, head of the American branch. "What are your suggestions?" in quired the nominal head from his chair, anxious to avoid a clash be tween the newcomer and the trucu lent master of them all. i*T * 1 ?_ a jx T_T** ? l nave ueen miurujeu mat j^ai greave's daughter has never seen her father, not even a photograph of him," said Paroff, more amiably. "We are absolutely certain that this is the case," said the nominal head, who was known as the presi dent. "Eut we tried one play in that direction, and it failed miserably." "I have the story," replied Paroff. "It was clumsily done. The ruse was an old one." Braine was frank enough to admit the truth of this statement, however much he disliked the admission. He nodded. "I have authority to take a hand in this affair. We cannot waste all sum mer. Those government plans of the fortifications of the Panama are wait ing. There's your millions. But the fact remains that it is the law of the Black Hundred never to step down till absolutely defeated. The hidden million is but half; we must find and break this renegade Hargreave." "If he lives," said Braine. "Who can say one way or the other?" brusquely asked ParofT. "The fact that all your plans and schemes have come to naught should prove to you that you are not fighting a ghost. 'mere is dui one way to Dring out. me truth." "And that Is to make a captive of his daughter," supplemented Braine. "And we have worked toward that end ceaselessly. We are quite ready to listen to your suggestions, count." "And so am I," thought the man with his ear to the little hole in the ceiling above. "And sonde day, my energetic friend, I'm going to pay you back for that bullet." Count Paroff cleared his voice and laid his plans before his audience. "To act frankly and in the open, to go boldly to the Hargreave home and proclaim myelf Hargreave. I can disguise mys^f in a manner that will at least temporarily fool the but ler." "Who has be>' a with his master for fourteen years, knows every move, habit, gesture, inflection," interposed Braine. "But proceed, count, proceed. You will remember the old adage; too .many cooks." , "Ah,"-flashed back the count, "bul. a new cook?" Olga touched Braine's arm warn ingly. "You mean, then, that there haB been talk in St. Petersburg of dispos ing of some one?" "A good deal of talk, sir," haughtily, forgetting that he had bent humbly enough but a few moments gone. "Very well; go on." Thought the man at the peephole above: "There's another adage. When thieves fall out, then honest men get their dties. Yes, yes; proceed, pro ceed!" Paroff went on. "I shall, then, go frankly to the Hargreave house and claim my own. Meantime I leave to you the business of luring the butler away. Half an hour is all I need to bring that child here, to break the wall that stands between us and what {we seek." "Is that so?" murmured Braina "Olga, I want you to play a trick on this handsome delegate-at-large. I'm not very enthusiastic over his talk. 1 want him humiliated. All you have to do, he says, is to walk into the Hargreave house and walk out again. Count Paroff Pres Well, let's you and I see that he does that and nothing else. I'll have no one meddling with my own game." Some one sneezed, and everybody looked at his neighbor. The sneeze was repeated, but muffled, as if some one was desperately anxious to avoid sneezing. "It came from above!" whispered Olga. "Don't look up!" Braine was cool. He walked idly across the room to where Vroon 6at. "Very well, Paroff; we give you free rein." To Vroon he said: "Some one is watching us from the room over head. I thought that room belonged to us." "It does," said Vroon stolidly. "Then how is it that some one is watching from up there? No excite A Monument In Altkirch. One of the public monuments in Alt kirch commemorates the deliverance nf fhfl Mnrn frnm or* otfomnf fn r>_ ture it made in 1375 by a troop of English freebooters. Their leader was a son-in-law of Edward III, Enguerrand de Coucy, who was then waging a fierce but 'utile warfare against the Holy Roman empire and had pillaged a number cf towns in Alsace, and on reaching Alr.kirch penetrated into the town in th-? small hours of the morn ing, when?bo the legend runs?an ap ment. Tm going io bid every oca good-c'plit. then Tm going to investi gate. When I leave you will quietly send men to all exits to the building. I want the man who sneezed,\ and I want him badly." Olga departed with Braine, only she immediately sought the taxi that brought her and was driver* home. It was always understood that when any serious exploit was under way here abouts she was to make her depart ure at once. Vroon stationed his men at the sev eral exits and Braine went upstairs. The man who had sneezed, however, had vanished as completely as if he had worn that invisible cloak one reads about in the Persian tales. As a matter of fact, after the second cneeze he had gone up to the roof, got out by the trap, and jumped? rather risky business, too?to' the next roof uud had clambered down the fire escape of the second building. He was swearing inaudibly. After all these days of care and planning, after all his cleverness in locating the ren dezvous of the Black Hundred, and now to lose his advantage because of an uncontrollable sneeze! He would never dare go back, and just when he was beginning to pick up fine bits of information' So-Florence Hargreave was going to have a new father in a day or so? There were some clever rogues among this band of theirs; but their cleverness was well offset by an jequal number of fools. Yes, there were some clever rogues, and to prove this assertion Bralne secured a taxicab and drove furiously away, his destination the home of his ancient enemy. He dropped the cab a block or two away and presently stowed himself away in the summer house at the left of the lawn. It would have been a capital idea?that is, if the other man had not thought of and anticipated this very thing. So he used a public pay station telephone; and Braine waited in vain, waited till the lights in the Hargreave house went out one by one and it became wrapped in datkness within and moon shine without. Braine was a philosopher. He re turned to his waiting taxicab, drove home, paid the bill, smiling grimly,< and went to bed. It was going to be a wonderful game of blind man's buff; and it was going to be sport to watch this fool Paroff blunder into a pit. The next afternoon Florence and Norton sat in the summer house talk ing of the future. Lovers are prone to talk of that. As if anything else in the world ever equals the present! They talked of nice little apartments and vacations in the summer &nd how much they would -save out of hia salary, ana a tnousana aim tsuss vwfr things which would not inteffcst yo^ at all If I recounted them ift deta^ But they did love each other, th^/ were going to be married; you ?iay Le certain of that. They did net ca.'e a Bnap of the finger what Au.es thought. They were going to b& ^r ried, and that was all there was it Of course, Florence couldn't touch t penny of her father's money. If Norton, couldn't take care of her witfc out help, why, he wouldn't be wor?J>. the powder to blow him up with. "But, my dear, you must be ve/y careful," he said. "Jones and I will always be about somewhere. If they really get hold-of you once, God aloue knows what will happen- It is not you, it is your poor father they wajt to bring out into the open. If th*y knew where he was they would nut bother you in the least." "Have I really a father? Sometimpo I doubt. Why couldn't he steal into the house and see me, just once?" "Perhaps he dares not. This houso is always watched, night and day, thotigh you'll look in vain to discover any one. Your father knows best what he is doing, my dear girl. You le*. ents 'His Credentials. | I met hira years ago in China; an-J I when he started out to do a certaia thing he generally did It. He nevt^ botched any of his plans. So we ad must wait. Only I'm going to mari/ you all the same, whether he likes st or not. The rogues will try to impoi,* upon ycu again; but do not pay &i?j attention to notes or personals in tLfl papers. And it was a lucky thing thtt I was on the freighter that picked yoj up at sea. I shall alwayo wonder how that yacht took Are." "So shall I," replied Florence, haf brows drawing together in puzzle ment. "Sometimes I think I must hav? done it. You know, people out of their heads do strange things. I seem ta see myself as in a dream. And thii man Braine is a scoundrel!" (TO BE CONTINUED.) parltion appeared in the sky to warn the inhabitants, who promptly sprang from their beds and routed the invad* ers. Every year, February 2, Altkirch holds a fete to celebrate its escape from de Coucy and his English mere? naries.?London Chronicle. Two Kinds of Wisdom. There are two kinds of wisdom? the kind found in books, which any body can get; and the kind found in you, which only you can get.?Wtt. liam J. Burtschex. THE CHARM OF MOTHERHOOD Enhanced By Perfect Physi cal Health. 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