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wmrw SIX ??MWWWW ?w?wr? wupi ?? '"'rr TheMiioni) By HAROLD 1' Illustrated from Scenes i Same I\Ta$ne by the Tha (Copyright, 1814, b. This, the twenty-second episode of the interesting story ? II L_ -L m. * 1 O uuin oe snown at trie casino Theatre Thursday night CHAPTER XXII. A Night of Adventure. Tho federal government agreed to say nothing, to put no obstacles in the way of the Russian agent, provided he could abduct his trio without seriously clashing with the New York police authorities. It was a recognized fart that the local police force wanted the newspaper glory which would attend the crushing of the Black Hundred. It would be an exploit. But their glory was nil; nor did Servan take his trio back with him to Russia. Many strange things happened that night, the night of the final adventure. Florence sat in her room reading. The book was "Oliver Twist," not tho pleasantest sort of hook to road under the existing circumstances. Several times?she had reached tlie place where Fa gin overheard Nancy's confession?she fancied she heard doors closing softly, but credited it to her imagination. Poor Nancy, who want ed to be good but did not find time to be! Florence possessed a habit familiar to most of us; the need of apples or candy when we are reading. So she rang the bell for her maid, intending to ask her to bring up some apples. She turned to her reading, presently to break off and strike the bell again. Where was that maid? She waited perhaps five minutes, then laid down the book and began to investigate. There was not a servant to be found in the entire house! What in the world con Id that mean? Used as she was to heartrending suspense, she was none the less terrified. Something had taken the servants from the house. From whence was the danger to come this time? Where was Jones? Why did he not return as lie had promised? It was long past the hour when he said he would be back. She went into the library and picked up the telephone. She was told that Mr. Norton was out. 011 an assignment, but that he would be notified the moment he returned. She opened a drawer in the desk. She touched the automatic, but did not take it up. She Vit \, left the drawer open, however. ijL Earlier, at the newspaper office that night, Jim went into the managing editor's' cffice and laid a bulky manuscript on that gentleman's desk. is um itV" "It is," said Jim. vi i I' "You have captured thorn?" "No; but there is a net about, them r | \from which not one shall escape. 1 There's the story of my adventures, of f: the adventures of Miss Ilargreave and the butler, J ones. You'll find it exciting enough. You might just as well send it up to the composing room. At midnight I'll telephone the introduction. li b a scoop. Don't worry about that." The editor rifTlod the pages. "A hundred and twelve pages, 300 words to lIn1 page; man it's a novel!" "'It'll read like one." "Sit down for a moment and let mo im through the first story." At the end of ten minutes the editor laki down the copy. Ho opened a drawer and took out two envelopes. The blue one he tore up and dropped into the waste basket. Norton understood and smiled They had meant to discharge him if he fell down. The other envelope was a fat one. "Open it," said the editor, smiling a In This envelope contained a chock for . $J,G0(), two round trip lirst-class tickets MYCrpool together with innumerable continental tickets such as are issued to tourists. "Why two?"'ask'd Jjro, innocently. "Forget it, my boy, forgot it You ought to know that. In this otllce we don't employ blind men. The whole etaff is on. There you are, a tat check and three months' vacation. Go and get married; and if you return before the three months are up I'll tire you myself on general principles." Jim laughed happily and the two men shook bands. Then Jim went forth to complete the big assignment. Five minutes later Florence called him up to learn that he had gone. What should she do? Jones had told her to stay in the house and not to leave it. Rut where was he? Why did he not come? What was the meaning of this desertion by the servants? She wandered about aimlessly, looking out of windows, imagining forms in the shadows. Her imagination had not deceived he*; she had heard doors close softly. "Susan, Susan!" she murmured; but Susan was in the hospital. "Oliver Twist!" What bad possessed ? fcFsystery MAC GRATH ________ * i i n the Photo Drama of th9 nhouser Film Company \ 1 I niB'i? 7t.^Rur^u i in MMMMMMMMMMMri f Harold UacCrracU) her to start reading that old talo again? She should have read something of a light and joyous character. After half an hour's wandering about the lonely house she returned to the library, feeling that she would be safer where both telephone and revolver were. And while she sat waiting for t/he knew not what, her swiftlv hontimr _ w heart sending the blood into her throat so that it almost suffocated her, a man turned into the street and walked noiselessly toward the Hargreave place. He passed a man leaning against a lamppost, but he never turned to look at him. This man, however, threw away his cigar and hot-footed it to the nearest 1 pay station. He knew in his soul that he had just seen the man for whom I they had been hunting all these weary hut strenuous weeks?Stanley Har- I i greave in the flesh! Half an hour 1 I after his telephone message the chief j of the r.lack Hundred and many lesser j lights were on their way to the house ; of mystery. Had they but known! i Now, the man who, had created this tremendous agitation w iit serenely j ! on. He proceeded directly rnd'^jfear- j I lcssly to the front door, produced a latchkey and entered,. He passed i through the hall and inception room i to the !ibr; rv nrd 1 on the threshold dramatically* Florence : stepped hack with a sharp cry of alarm. She had heard the 1>.11 door open and close and had taken it for granted that Jones had entered. There was a tableau of short dura tlon. "Don't you know me?" asked the stranger in a singularly pleasant voice. Florence had been imposed upon | too many times. She shook her head defiantly, though her knees shook so that she was certain that the least touch would send her over. "1 am your father, child!" Florence dipped unsteadily behind the desk and seized the revolver which 1 \v in the drawer. The man by the curtains smiled se^ly. It was a sirJlc , that caused Florence to waver a bit. Still she extended her arm. "You do not believe me?" said the man, advancing slowly. "No, I have been deceived too many times, sir. Stay where you are. You will wait here t;l\ my butler returns. > , Oh, if I were only sure!" she burst ' ! out suddenly and passionately. "What | proof have you that you are what you j say?" | j He came toward her, holding out his i hands. "This, that you cannot shoot, me. Ah, the damnable wretches! What have they done to you, my child, ; to make you suspicious of every one? I How I have watched over you in the ; street! 1 will tell you what only Jones and the reporter know, that the avia- | tor dmd, that I alone was rescued ; f t 1 cm t'A 4 ! * - * 1 ....... i .ji. .. inn tun iii<- u\w uiousanc; uat I watched tho vdiidov.s of the Bus ! -.'an women, and overheard nearly ev ory plot that was hatched in the coun i cil chamber of the Black Hundred; that I was shot in the arm while crossing the lawn one night. And now we have tlie scoundrels Just where we want th< m. They will be l.n this house for me within half an hour, and not one of them will leave it in freedom. ! am your father, Florence. 1 am the lonely father who has spent the best years of hin life away from you in order to secure your safcy. Can't you feci tiie truth of all this?" "No, no! Please do not approach any nearer; stay v here you are!" At that moment the telephone rang. With the revolver still leveled she picked up the receiver. "11'dlo, hollo! Who is it? . . . , Oh, Jim, Jim, come at once! T am i! * i i mok.vjh; ar nay n man wno sava no i?; my father. Hold him whore ho is. you .?av? All right, 1 will. Come oulck!" "Jim!" murmured fhe man, still advancing. He must have that revolver. The poor child might spoil the whole affair. "So what Jones tolls mo is true: fhnt you are going to marry this reporter ohap?" She did not answer. "With or without my consent.0" If only ho would drop that fearless | smile! she thought. "With or without ; anybody's consent," she said. "What in the world can I say to you to convince you?" ho cried. "The trap is set: but if Braine and his men come and find us like this, good heaver), child, we are both lost! Come, come!" "Stay whero you are!" At that moment she heard a sou..d at tho door. Her gaze roved; and It was enough for tho man. Ho reached out and caught her arm. She tried to tear herself loose. "My child, In God's name, llston to reason! They are entering the hall and they will have us both." Suddenly Florence knew. She could not have told you why; but there was an appeal in the man's voice that went to her heart. "You are my father!" "Yes, yes! But you've found it out THE HOP.TIY HEP.A just a trii'.o too Ir.te, n:y dear. yuicx, ( this f!ho of the desk!" Braine nnd his men dashed into the library. Olga entered leisurely. "Both of them!" yelled Braine exultantly. "Both of them together; what luclt!" There was a sharp, fierce struegle: and when it came to an end Ilargreave was trussed to a chair. "Ah, so we meet again, Hargreave!" said Braine. Hargreave shrugged. What he wanted was time. "A million! We have you. Where is it. or I'll twist your heart before your eves." "Father, forgive me!" "1 understand, my child." "Where is it?" Braine seized Florence by the wrist and swung her to- i ward him. "Don't tell him. father; don't mind me." said the girl bravely. Itraine, smiling his old evil smile, drew the girl close. It was the last time he ever touched her. "Lock!" screamed Olga. Every one turned, to sde .Tones' face peering between the curtains. There was an ironic smile on the butler's lips. The face vanished. "After him!" cried Rraine, releasing Florence. "After him!" mimicked a voice from the hall. The curtains were thrown back suddenly. Jones appeared, and Jim and the Russian agent and a dozen policemen. Tableau! Rraine was the only man who kept his heed. He tloored Norton, smashed 1 ? pp I II^ ' 'hlM. Aw*' >V 1 lit* w' if , ' * -vs -x : , i; i j| '% i I r n m?M ** - - ? ^ | The Clean Life of the Reporter Told. w 4W?v- X,- .? i*C:: a window, and leaped out. The blov.' dazed Norton, but ho was on his feet I almost distantly and followed Braine j through the window. Across the h.wn the two sped, with an exchange of shots which emptied both automatics hut did 110 damage. Braine headed i for his auto. He jumped in. only to be hauled out again by the furious reporter. A hand-to-hand light followed; and the clean life of the reporter told. "There, my angelic friend, I believe that the game is up. There is one shot left in this automatic. If you ; * i make any attempt to escape, I'll let you have it; not to kill but to disable. You and your precious countess will sail tomorrow morning for the Baltic, and from there you will go to the lead mines." He dragged his prisoner toward the house. "Tour troubles aro over, my child," said Hargreave, as ho pressed Florence to his heart. "And mino have begun," murmured the countess. "But I have still one shot." The police stood encircling her. Calmly she opened her handbag and took out aer hankderchiet. It was v. thick ?and heavy silk one. Swiftly she unscrewed th.. of her walking stick (it will be : een now (hat the1 carrying of it was not an affectation!), extracted a vial and threw it violently to the floor. An overpowering sweet odor tilled the room. Jones, knowing how deeply versed Braine was in oriental poisons and narcotics, made a desperate but futile effort to tear down a curtain to throw over the liquid; but even in the effort he felt his senses going. The last he was conscious of was a mocking laugh. But the entrance of Jim, dragging Braine alter him, shocked all the banter out of the countess. She turned and rushed madly for the; stairs, with- j out having the least idea how she waa to manage an escape from the upper , stories. She had thought Braine free. I As she flow up the steps all the past returned, all her warnings to that stubborn man. This was the end . . Russia! The horrors of the cold and i the deadly damps of the mines . . . | forever! Jim. still holding the battered con-! spirator, watched her flight 111 amazement. He could not understand?till he pushed Braine into the library and the vanishing odor assailed his nostrils. What these fumes were he never knew, but they proved to be transitory. Five minutes sufliccd to bring all back to their senses. For tho while I they forgot Olga. J "This man is mine," said Sorvan, I nodding toward Braine. "He's yours without charge," said Jim. "I'm an American citizen," said Braine, who, realizing what tho future held, readily preferred a long prison term in America to the horrors j of Russian exile. / * ? 0 .T.D, CONWAY, S. C. ft ywBflM:|y. i^BBKlrotw^ fSWm^^B^KJwsS "' ^^Rkin v>^W9bwEcaw*^ The Escape of Countess Olga. "Your certificate has been destroyed," said Servan, "and the state department considers your papers void because you obtained them under false oaths. You are an undesirable citi- j zen; and the republic is happy to learn that you will be taken off its hands." "And because," added Norton, "you have laid too many mines in the black- 1 mailing business, and the government j does not propose to have them made i known to the public through a long : and useless trial. It was a long run, , old top; but right is right And by the way, I want you to meet Mr. Jed- j son, formerly of Scotland Yard." He indicated Jones, who started. "Yes," went on the reporter, "1 recognized him lonir aeo." "It is true," said llargreave, taking : Joims' hand in his own. "Fifteen years ago I employed him to watch my af- I fairs, and very well has he done so. I And to you, you \\ retch," turning upon the haggard Braine, "listen; there is a million, and you have been within J a foot of It a dozen times. It has been , under your very nose. Do you re-! member Poo's 'Purloined Letter?' Ha! Under your very nose, within touch of your hand! Now, take him away, Mr. Servan. The police will be satislied with the prisoners they have." So, presently, llargreave, Jones, Florence and Jim were alone. That smile which had revealed to Florence her father's identity stole over his face ! again. lie put his hand on Jim's shoulder and beckoned to Florence. "Are you really anxious to marry this young ; Florence liodaed. ' "Well, then, do so. And go to Hu- ' rope with hint on your honeymoon; and as a wedding present to you both, for every dollar that he has I will add a hiinrlrpfl* jm/1 whor? -- , ? >>< ? >iv? j uu in t:u Ul travel you will both come back here to live. The lllack Hundred has ceased to exist" "And now," said Jones, shaking his shoulders. "Well?" said Hargreave. "My business is done. Still?" Jones paused. "(3o on," said Hargreave soberly. "Well, the truth i? ?ir T'va crnwii , * ^ O* V"" used to you. And if you'll let me play I the butler till the end 1 shall be most happy." "I was going to suggest it." Norton took Florence by the hand and drew her away. "Where are you taking me?" she asked. "I'm going to take this pretty hand i of yours and put it tlat upon $1,000,- j 000. And if you don't believe it, fol- ! low me." She followed THE END. The Solution of the MILLION DOL-j LAR MYSTERY will appear in this paper next week?And the first instalment of THE BLACK BOX. TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK FAIR WARNING. And now, they say, they are going to prohibit pink lemonade. The bacteriologists, or whoever it is that are always discovering that something particularly do.ar to our hearts is deadl yand adngerous, the bacteriologists say that it has more germs than Hcintz has pickles. So it must go. VV-e-1-1, all right. But by the great Sentral Pole of the universe; we want to warn you scientific ginks, right here and now: don't go snooping around and discovering that it is unsanitary to feed peanuts to the ele-1 phant! For if ycu do, and you try to hav oany laws passed prohibiting that pinacle of pastime, the great American public will rise'up on its hind legs and hurl the whole horde of you, with hideous ruin and combustion, down to bottomless perdition! o Nearly all of the cottages at Myrtle Beach were vacated last week, as the summer season at Myrtle Beach is always about over on September 1st. o Whenever You Nteed a Qeneral Tonic Take Grove's Tbe Old Standard Grove's Tasteless chill Tonic is equally valuable as a General Tonic because it contains the well known tonic propertiesof QUININE and IRON. It acts on the Liver, Drives out Malaria, Enriches the Blood and Tuild9 up the Whole System. 50 cents. 580 CHILDREN TO ) Wfill^ ON YOU "Why should I be Interested m working child?" asked a self complacent lady who called at the child labor exhibit in Sun Francisco the other day. "Because it touches you at so many points." replied the National. Child Labor Committee's exhibit #%?otor, Lewis W. nine. "To begin with, the flowers on your hat were undoubtedly made in a New York tenement, no matter what you paid for them. I have found four-year-old children working on such flowers. "The 'real* imported Irish point lace you have on your collar was probably made by Itnliuns on the east side of rhoto by National Child Labor C^mittco. SEVEN-YEAR-OLD OYSTER 8IIUCKKR WIIO CAN NEITHER READ NOR WRITE. New York. Your gloves and the buttons on 3*011 r dress probably passed through the hands of children. The scalloped edge around your underwear was made by children in New England village homes, and your stockings represent the labor of children from eigtit years of age up. __ ? "The cotton that goes into the clotli you use may have been picked by children of the or sl& and was handled by innumerable children in the course of manufacture. A spool of cotton thread represents the work of from five to twenty-live children. "As you pass 011 to the market to buy your food a small boy waits on you. lie represents not only your local ..1.11.1 1 r. I.^m 1-1 1 ? -II 11 - 1 - viimi i?11 ?ui |ii uuirm, i mi l 1 IHl 1 n*t * i iy TIM: problem of tbe little girl who picked your cranberries and your strawberries. Even tbe baskets that the berries come in represent the work of children. The oysters that you have sent home from the shop were very likely dredged by boys from eight to ten'up to young manhood. Some were shucked by little ones of seven or eight. 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