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M PAGE SIX \ n = MiionD I By HAROLD I Illustrated from Scenes i I Same Is ante by the Tha IB 1W iiW t* ".!?* Mk?Ak . (Copyright, 1J14, b: (This, the third episode of this in teresting serial story, will be shown in motion pictures at the Casino Theatre tonight.) CHAPTER III. The Safe In the Lonely Warehouse,; The princess did not remain long' after the departure of the police with the bogus detectives. It had been a very difllcult corner to wriggle out of, all because Bralne had added to bis plans after she bad left the apartment. Hut for tho advent of the meddling reporter the coup would have succeeded, herself apparently perfectly Innocent of complicity. That must be the keynote of all her plans: to appear quite innocent and leave no trail behind her. She had gained the confidence of Florence and her companion. And she was rather certain that she had impressed this lazy-eyed reporter and tho stolid butler. She had told nothing but the truth regarding her relationship. They would find tlmt out. She was Katrina Pushkin's cousin. Put blood with her counted as naught. She had room in her heart but for two1 things, Braine and money to spend on her caprices. How long has your highness known Mr. Braine?" asked the reporter idly,' ns he smoothed away all signs of his recent conflict. "O, the better part of a year. Mr. Hargreave did not recognize me the other night. That was quite excusable, for when he last saw me I was not more than twelve. My child," she said to Florence, "build no hopes regarding your mother. She is doubtless dead. Upon some trivial matter I do not know what it was?she was confined to the fortress. That was seventeen years ago. When you enter the fortress at St. Petersburg, you cease to be." "That is true enough." "I did not recall myself to your father. I did not care at that moment! to shock him with the remembrance of the past. Is not Mr. Rraine a re-1 markablo man?" All this in her charming broken English. "He is, indeed," affirmed Norton. "Ho's a superb linguist, knows every- j body and has traveled everywhere.' No matter what subject you bring up ho seems well informed." "Come often," urged Florence. "I shall, my child. And any time you need me, call for me. After all. Ij am nearly your aunt. You will find' life in the city far different from that; which you have been accustomed to." ! She limped down to her limousine. 1 In tripping up Norton he had stepped upon her foot heavily. "She is lovely!" cried Florence. "Well, I must be on my way, also," said Norton. "I am a worldly-wise man, Miss Florence. So is Jones here. Never go any place without letting him know; not even to the corner drug store. I am going to find your C?~ ~ 1 II laiuci . OUII1U UU? WUSJ lUSCUtiU. 1 111 going to find out whether it was the aviator or Mr. Hargreave." Jones drew in a deep breath and his eyes closed for a moment. At the door ho spoke to the reporter. "What do you think of that woman?" "I believe that she told the truth. She is charming." "Sho is. I3ut for all her charm and truth I cannot help distrusting her. I have an idea. I shall call up your office at the end of each day. If a day comes without a call, you will know that something is wrong." "A very good idea." Norton shook hands with everyone and departed. "What a brave, pleasant young man!" murmured Susan. "I like him, too; and I'd like him for a friend," said tho guileless girl. "It is very good to have a friend like Mr. Norton," added Jones; and passed out into tho kitchen. All the help had been discharged and upon his shoulders lay the burden of tho cooking till such time when ho could reinstate the cook. There was a stormy scene between Ilralne and the princess that night. "Are you in your dotage?" she asked vehemently. "There, there; bring your voice down a bit. Where's the girl?" "In her home. Where did you suppose she would bo, afte^ that botchwork of letting mo go to do one thing while you had in mind another? And an ordinary pair of cutthroats, at that!" "The thought came to me after you left. I knew you'd recognize the men and understand. I see no reason why it didn't work." It would have been all right If you had consulted a clairvoyant." "What the deuce do you mean by that?" Rralne demanded roughly. "I mean that, then you would have learned your friend tho reporter was to arrive upon the scene at. Its most vital moment." "What, Norton?" "Yes. The trouble is with you, you Ami ? o tor Mystery! MAC GRATH | it the Photo Drama of the nhouser Filtn Company r' Harold MacGrutli) h*.ve been so successful all these years that you have grown overconfident. I tell you that there Is a desperately shrewd man somewhere buck of all this. Mark me, 1 do not believe liargreave is dead. He is in hiding. It may be near by. He may have dropped from the balloon before it left land. ( The man they picked up may be Orts, i the aeronaut. The live thousand might have been his fee for rescuing Har- ( greave. Here is the greatest tlung , "we've ever been up against; and you start in with every day methods!" J "Little woman, don't let your tongue j run away with you too far." ( "I'm not the least bit afraid of you, Leo. You need me, and it has never j been more apparent than at this moment." J "All right. I fell by the wayside this trip. Truthfully, I realized it five ( minutes after the men were gone. The 1 only clever thing I did was to keep , the mask on my face. They can't j come back at me. But the thing looked , so easy; and it would have worked , but for Norton's appearance." "You all but compromised me. That j ^ butler worries me a little." Her expression lost Its anger and grew thoughtful. "He's always about, some- ^ where. Do you think Hargreave took him I.ln uKii iniu mo v;uinmciiv;c ; "Can't tell. He's been watche<l straight for 40 hours. He hasn't r mailed a letter or telephoned to any place but the grocery. There have \ been no telegrams. Some one in that house knows where the money is. and It's ten to one that it will be the girl." j "She lookes enough like Ivatrina to be her ghost." Braine went over to the window and stared up at the stars. "You have made a good impression on the girl?" with his back still to- I ward her. "I had her in my arms." "Olga, my hat is off to you," turning, now that his face was again In , repose. "Your very frankness regarding your relationship will pull the wool over their eyes. Of course they'll make inquiries and they'll ilnd out that you haven't lied. It's perfect. [ Not even that newspaper weasel will see anything wrong. Toward you they will eventually ease up and you can act without their even dreaming your part in the business. We must not he seen in public any more. This butler may know where I stand even though he cannot prove It. Now, I'm going to tell you something. Perhaps you've long since guessed it. Katrina was mine till Hargreave?never mind what his name was then?till Hargreave came into the fold. So sure of her was I that I used her as a lure to bring him to us. She fell in love with him, but too late to warn him. 1 had the satisfaction of seeing him cast h^r aside, curse her, and leave her. In one thing she fooled us all. I never knew of the child till you told me." He paused to light a cigarette. "Hargreave was madly in love with | her. He cursed her, but he came back 1 to the house to forgive her, to find t that she had been seized by the secret 'c v?nv? vitvv/uiuv'Vi in i IIC IUI crao, I bad my revenge. It was I who sent in the information, practically bogus. Hut ^ in Russia they never question; they | 1 act and forget.' So he had a daugh- 1 ter!" I He began pacing the floor, his hands behind hie back; and the woman > watched him, oscillating between love and fear. He came to a halt abruptly and looked down at her. "Don't worry. You have no rival. ' I'll leave the daughter to your tender j 1 mercies." ' "The butler," she said, "has full pow- 1 ers of attorney to act for Ilargreavo ( while absent, up to the day the girl becomes of legal age." 1 "I'll keep an eye on our friend Jones. From now on, day and night, there will be a cat at the knothole, and 'ware mouse! Could you make up anything like this girl?" suddenly. "A fair likeness." "Do it. Go to the ship which picked up the man at sea and quiz the cap tain. mtiier the aviator or Hargreave Is alive. It Is imix>rtant to learn which at once. He very careful; play the game only as you know how to play it. And if Hargreave ie alive, we win. Tomorrow morning, early. Tears of anguish, and all that. Sailors aro easy when a woman weeps. No color, remember; just the yellow wig and the salient features. Now, by-by!" "Aren't you going to kiss me, Leo?" He caught her hands. "There is a species of Delilah about you, Olga. A kiss tonight from your lips would snip my locks; and I need a clear head. Whether we fall or win, when this game is played you shall be my wife." He kissed the hands and strodo out into the hall. The woman gazed down at her small white hands and smiled tenderly. (The tigress has her tender moments!) Ho I meant it! She went into her dressing room and THE HORRY HERi ior an hour or more worked over lie. face and hair, till she was certain that if the captain of#the chip described her to anyone el?e he could not fall to give a fair description of Florence liarg reave. But Norton reached the captain Hrst. Other reporters had besieged him, but hey had succeeded in gathering the vaguest kind of information. They hud no description of Hargreave, while Norton had. Before going down to the boat, however, he had delved Into t!m vast of the Princess Olga Perlgoff. It cost him a pocketful of money, but th? ..v. jv.ov.iiv v* viii' iucuiis. i ne princes* had no past woiln mentioning;. B% piecing this and that together he be came assured that she had told th simple truth regarding the relationship to Florence's mother. A cablegram had given him all the facts in her his fory; there were no gaps or discrep ancles. It read clear and frank. Trust a Russian secret agent to know what he was talking about. So Norton's suspicions?and he had entertained some?were completely lulled to sleep. And he wouldn't have loubted her at all except for the fact that Hraine had been with her when lie had introduced Hargreave. Hargreave had feared Hraine; that much the reporter had elicited from the butler. But there wasn't the slightest evidence, limine had been in New York for nearly six years. The princess uul arrived in the city but a year gone. aihi Hralne was a member of several ashicnable clubs, never touched cards, ind seldom drank, lie was an expert hoss player and a wonderful amateur billiardist. Perhaps Jones, the taciturn uul inscrutable, had not told him all le knew regarding his master's past. Well, well; he had in his time untangled worse snarls. The oflice had lurned him loose, a free lance, to Handle the case as he saw tit, to turn n the story when it was complete. Hut what * story it was going to bo vhen he cleared it up*! The more mystfying it was. the greater the zest and (port for him. Norton was like a _ 1 "I Am Not Afraid of You, Leo." jambler who played for big stakes, md only big stakoe stirred his cravngs. M-l. ~ . - 1 - ? ? . i nw L-upiiuu 01 uie iramp steamer Orient told him the same tale he had old the other reporters; he had picked lp a man at sea. The man had been jrought aboard totally exhausted. "Was there another body any vhere?" "No." "What became of him?" "I sent a wireless and that seemed o bother him. It looked so that he did lot want anybody to learn that he had jeen rescued. The moment the boat ouched the pier he lost himself in the irowd. Fifty reporters came aboard, but he was gone. And I could but tell hem just what I'm telling you." "lie had money." "About live thousand." "1'lease describe him." The captain ciid bo. It was the same description he had given to all the reporters. Norton looked over the rail it the big warehouse. "Was it an ordinary balloon?" "There you've got me. My Marconi man says the balloon part was like my other balloon; but the passenger car was a now business to him. It could be driven against the wind." "Driven against the wind. Did you Lell this to tho other chaps?" "Don't think I did. Just remembered it. Probably some new invention; and now it's at the bottom of the sea. Two men, as I understand it, went off in this contraption. One is ^one for good." "For good," echoed the reporter gravely. Gone for good, Indeed, poor rlovlll nv. ii i vi tun iaiwiv tun it run OI 1)1118. 'There's two hundred in this roll." "Well?" said the captain, vastly aslonlshed. "It's yours if you will do me a small favor." "If it doesn't get me mixed up with the police. I'm only captain of a tramp; and some of the harbor police have taken a dislike to me. What do VLD, CONWAY, S. C. you waut ma to do?" ins* ! "The police will not bother you. This | man Hargreave had some enemies: I they want either his life or his money; maybe both. It is a peculiar case, witl Russia in the background. He migh. have laid the whole business beTci. | the police, but he chbse to fight it on ; himself. And to tell the truth, 1 don . J believe the police would have dom any good." "Heave her over; what do you wani ' me to do for that handsome roll 01 ! money?" "If any man or woman who is not i: I - ?????????? ! reporter comes to pump you tell then the man went ashore with a packet un ! der his arm." "Tie a knot tn that." "Say that the man was gray haired clean shaven, straight, with a sea high up on his forehead, generally cov ered up by his hair." "That's battened down, my lad. G< on." "Say that you saw him enter yonde. warehouse, and later depart wilhou his packet." "Easy as dropping my raudhook." "That's all." Norton gave tlie caJ tain the money. "Good-by and mau;> thanks." "Don't mention it." Norton left the slip and proceeded t< the oillce of the warehouse. He ai I proached the manager's desk. "Hello, Grannis, old top!" The man looked up from his wori surlily. Then his face brightened. "Norton? What's brought you here' O, yes; that balloon business. Si down." "What kind of a man is the?captaii of that old hooker in the slip?" "Shifty in "gun running, but othei wise as square as a die. Looks funn. to see an old tub like that fixed u with wireless; but that has saved hi neck a dozen times when he was rui ning it into a noose. Not going to ii. terview me, are you?" "No. I'm going to ask you to do 111 a little favor." "They always say that. But spi her out. If it doesn't cost me my jot it's yours." "Well, there will be a person nulling inquiries about the mysterion aeronaut. All I want you to say is that he left a packet with you, tha - you ve put it in that safe till he cali 'o claim it." Grannis nibbled the end of hie pen "Suppose some one should come ant demand that I open the safe and de liver?" "ATI you've got to do is to tell then to show the receipt signed by you." The warehouse manager laughed "Got a lot of sense in that ivory donu of yours. All right. But if anything happens you've got to come aroum and back me up. What's It about?" "That I dare not tell you. Thi much, I'm laying a trap and I wan. some one I don't know to fall into it.' "On your way, James. But if yoi don't eend me some prize light ticket next week for this, I'll never do yoi another favor." In reply Norton took from his poeke two bits of pasteboard and laid then on the desk. "I knew you'd be want ing something like this." "Ringside!" cried Grannis. "You rt porters are lucky devils!" T'a ir r\ >v,v?Alf 10 vi f,w tii/ooii ii i.uei t; wftH ail.A earthly chance of a real scrap. Yot make me laugh, Gran. You're alwnyt ;oing, always hoping the next one wil; oe a real one. Rut it's all bunk. The nugs are the biggest fakers on top the od. They've got us newspaper mei lone to a frazzle." "I guess you're right. Well, conn* on me regarding that mysterious bundle in the safe." "At three o'clock this afternoon 1 vant you to call me up. If no one has called, why the game Is up. But If some one does come around and make inquiries, don't fail to let me know." "I'll be here till five. I'd better call you up then." Then Norton returned home and idled about till afternoon. He went over to Rlverdale. Five times he walked up and down the front of the Hargreave place, finally plucked up his courage and walked to the door. After all, he was a lucky mortal. He had a good excuse to visit this house every day in the week. And there was something tantalizing in the risk he took. Besides, he wanted to prove to himself whether it was a passing fancy or something deeper. That's the way with humans; v\% never see a sign 'Fresh Paint" that we don't have to prove it. He chatted with Florence for a while and found that, for all she might be guileless to the woriu, she wa? a good linguist, a fine musician, and talked with remarkable keenness about books and arts. But unless he roused her, the sadness of her position always lay written in her face. It was not difficult for him to conjure up her dreams in coming to the city and the blow which, like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky, had shattered them ruthlessly. "You must come every day and tell me how you have progressed," she said. "I'll obey that order gladly, whenever 1 can possibly do it. My visits will always be short." "That is not necessary." ?\7a on<#1 XT I.. 1*1? 1 a 1 itv/, ncim i\ui lull 111' 1119 OUl it is wise." Always he found Jones waiting for him at the door, always in the shadow. "Well?" the butler whispered. "I have laid a neat trap. Whether this balloon was the one that left the top of this house I don't know. But if there were two men in it, one of them lies at the bottom of the eea." "And the man found?" The butler's Tt' \ " | ' olce'wiSTSnSST' "^" "It was not Hargreave. I met Orta but once, and at he wore a beard then, the captain's description did not taily with your recollection." Thanh God! But what is this trap?" "I propose to find out by it who is back of all this, who Hargreave's real enemies are." Norton returned to his rooms, there to await the call from Grannis. He was sorry, but if Jones would not take VI ?-?- " * - - nun iiuu uih iuiiobi connaence, h? must hold himself to blame for any blunder he (Norton) made. Of course, he could readily understand Jones' angle of vision. He knew nothing of the general run of reporters; he had heard of them by rumor and distrusted them. He was not aware of the fact that the average reporter carrlee more secrets in Ills head than a prime minister. It was, then, up to him to set about to allay this distrust and gain the man's complete confidence. Meanwhile that same morning a pretty young woman boarded the Orient and asked to be led to the captain. Her eyes were red; she had evidently been weeping. When the captain, susceptible like all sailore. saw her his promises to Norton took wings. "This is Captain Hagan?" she asked, knlll. 11 t t. .. - - - " uaiuiiK me nanaKercmer she held In her hand. "Yes, miss. What can I do for you?" He put his hands embarrassedly into his pockets?and felt the crisp bills. But for that magic touch he would have forgotten his lines. He squared his shoulders. "I have every assurance that the man you picked up at sea is my father. I am Florence ilargreave. Tell me everything." The captain's very blundering deceived her. "And then he hustled down the gang-plank and headed for that warehouse. He had a package which ho was as tender of as if it had been dynamite." "Thank you!" impulsively. "A man has to do his duty, miss. A sailor's always glad to rescue a man at sea," awkwardly. When she finally went down the gangplank the sigh the captain heaved was almost as loud a? the exhaust from the donkey engines which were working out the crates of lemons from the hold. "Maybe she is his daughter; but two hundred is two hundred, and I'm a* poor sailor man." Then Grannls came In for his troubles. What was a chap to do when a pretty girl appealed to him? "I am sorry, miss, but I can't give you that package. I gave the man a receipt and till It is presented to me the package must remain in yonder safe. You understand enough about the business to realize that. I did not solicit the Job. It was thrust upon me. I'd give a hundred dollars if the blame thing was out of my safe. You say it is your fortune. That hasn't been proved. It may be gunpowder, dynamite. I'm sorry, but you will have to find your father and bring the receipt." The young woman left the wareVi rvn co /I n l\ K1 r* ? ~ ~ 111 A 1 iiuuoc, <inuuiu^ Iltir BJKH Willi HIO sodden handkerchief. "I wonder," mused Grannie, as he watched her from the window, "I wonder what the deuce that chap Norton is up to. The girl might have been the man's daughter. . . . Good Lord, what an ass I am! There wasn't any man!" And so ho reached over for the telephone. Immediately upon reoeipt of the message th& reporter set his machinery in motion. Some time before dawn he would know who the archconspirator was. He questioned Grannis thoroughly, and Grannis' description tallied amazingly with that of Florence Hargreave. But a call over the wire proved to him conclueively that Florence had not been out of the house that morning. On tbft mftrrnm fha nfitiianonAMi -?- -- ??>/ MivuvTT V?IV I1U TV OJ/UpDI D liaU scare-heads about an attempt to rob the Duffy warehouse. It appeared that the police had been tipped beforehand and were on the grounds in time to gather in several notorious gunmen, who, under pressure of the third degree, vowed that they had been hired and paid by a man in a mask and had not the slightest idea wh^t he wanted them to raid. Nothing further could' be gotten out of the gunmen. That they were lying the police had no doubt, but they were up against a stout wall and all W&Sg i "vou Must Come Every Day and Tell Ma How You Have Progressed." " they could do was to hold the tuen for the grand Jury. i* 3 Norton was in a fine temper. After all liis careful planning he had gained nothing ? absolutely nothing. But wait; he had gained something?the bitter enmity of a cunning and desperate man, who had been forced to remain hidden under the pier till almost dawn. TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK Uncle Sam's Name. Like many other popular customs, *# the general acceptance of the name "Uncle Sam" is traceable to a small Incident. The occurrence is Just 100 years old, and is associated with Troy, N. Y., where, after the war of 1812, Elbert Anderson, an army contractor, purchased a quantity of provisions. J One of the official provision inspectors J was Samuel Wilson, who, because of g his popularity, was generally referred to as "Uncle Sam Wilson." The boxes of provisions were ^ stamped E. A. U. S., the first two be? ing the initials of Elbert Anderson < and the last two the usual abbreviation for United States. When one of the men engaged in the work of transferring the boxes was asked one <|ny . what the letters stood for, he repl^d, ' jokingly, that they stood for Elbert t Anderson and Uncle Sam, meaning j Wilson. - I The remark "caught on," and after 1 being communicated from point to 1 point in army circles spread over the f country Room for Two. When a talk about tho fiorm#n In vasion of England was going on, a Jm militiaman, stationed in Carrickfergus, was heard to remark that immediately the enemy landed in England he would certainly bolt, taking a good stock of provisions, and hide in a convenient cave he knew of. The colonel, hearing of his unpatriotic resolve, called him out next day on parade, and lectured him severely on his cowardice. "You're a disgrace to the regiment and the Service?t-large," he cried. "Fancy you threatening to run away; ^ but I'd be after you in quick time, my 4 '] man, never fear." ] "Sure, an* you'd be welcome, your I honor; but, bring yer own praties an' I things, won't yer, colonel?"?London J Tit-IMts. ] Tin Rapidly Disappearing. I With regard to the future use of tin, I it may be said that we are dealing with the one metal whose known oro ^ M reserves are entirely inadequate to even the present demands and that un- M less some new source of supply is de- M veloped very soon we may expect to ^ lind that tin is a very scarce metal indeed. H Of the present sources of tin ore supply, says the Engineering Magr. zine, most are either stationary or re- .>'1 ceding in output, Bolivia being the only M one which gives promise of perma-^ nt nency and of future growth. Under fm these conditions the question of sub- jf 1 stitute metals becomes of importance, " Ml and aluminum, zinc and steel all have ^ some possibility in this direction in one way or another. Mountain Climbing. Melchior Andregg. the famous Swiss Jfl guide, who has died, at the age of JkJ eighty-six, could remember the time * Mk when mountaineering as a popular H pastime had not been inyented. Such H was evidently the case in 1838, the H year when Murray's first Handbook to Switzerland waa {hhiipH T? section of this work devoted to Mont Diane the, author contemptuously points out that "it is a somewhat remarkable fact that a large proportion . of those who have made the ascent of ^ this mountain have been persons of unsound mind " Arc You Just at Odds With Yourself? . Do You Itegulate Living? Arc you sometimes at odds yourself? Do you wonder you? True you may be eating larly and sleeping well. Yet thing is the matter! Consti|^|^^^^^^H Headache, Nervousness and Spoils indicate a Sluggish + vin/1 vntyi n/11r 10 TA-%? I/" VI IbU VsVi Jf XS L, O Pills. Only 25c at your druggistM|^^^P^B Bucklen's Arnica Salve for Skr^^BP^M Eruptions.?adv. NOTICE. JfM We have rented from Patrick A. UH Gerrald all his lakes and fishing^ Wti streams, and hereby warn ail persons ^ from trespassing or entering thereon, or entering or trespassing on the lands of H. K. Cooke and Addelie Cooke, situate in Galivants Ferry township, Horry County, S. C. Galivants Ferry, S. C. H. K. Cooke, March 5th, 1915, Adellc Cooke, Jim Skipper. Arc Being Released. 4Boys and girls held in county jails throughout the state of West Virginia who have been sentenced to the state reformatory institutions are be- I ing released because West Virginia j has no money in the state treasury with which to pay transportation, ow- ,1 I ing to the last legislature's failun^o provide sufficient funds with which to pay the state's operating expenses. ^Officials are also in a quandry as to what to do in cases of inShne persons now being held in jails awaiting II transfer to state asylums.