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........ . . .. - . , ? rm i ' pfpi ? fi W". wf> "?^PlP^ls 1 Section Two | .i^v^.j^ ?| Pf> " I Section Two \ > VOLUME 1, NUMBER 167 Weekly, Established 18?0| Dally, Jnn.15, 1914, ANDERSON, S. C., SUNDAY MORNING, AUGUST 2, 1914. PRICE FIVE CENTS $5 00 PER ANNUM ?? ! rr i ?aa _,_?_,_'. _ : THE MILLION DOLLAR MYSTERY JBV Harold JSdacGrath THE MILLION DOLLAR MYSTERY "The Million Dollar Mystery" will run for twenty-two consecutive weeks in. this paper. By an arrangement with the Thanbouser Film Campany it has been made possible not only to read the story in this paper but also to Bee lt each week in the various moving picture theatres. For the so lution of this mystery story $10,000 will be given. Conditions Governing the Contest The prise of $10,000 will be won by the man, woman or ch M who writes the most acceptable solution of the mystery, from which the last two reels of the motion picture drama will be made and the lum two cnapters ot tho story written by Harold Mac Grath. Solutions may be sent to the Than bouser Film corporation, either at Chicago or New York, any time up tc midnight, Dec. 14. They must bear poatoillco marks not later man that date. Thia allows four weeks after the first appearance of the last film releases abd three weeks after the last,chapter is published in the paper >n lwhich to submit the solutions. -A board of three judges will deter mine which of the many solutions re ceived 1B the most acceptable. The Judgment of this board will be abso lute, and tinah Nothing of a literary ?nature wi! be considered in the de cision, nor given any preference in tbo selection of the winner of ibo $10. 000 prize!.. The last two resin..which will give the most acceptable Solution to the mystery, will be presented In the theatres having this feature as aeon as it is possible to produce the samp. . The story coreBponding .tp those.motion pictures will appear in the newspapers/coincidentally, op os soon after the appearance of the pic tures as practicable. With the last two" reels-will be shown the picture of .thc winner, his or her home, and other interesting features. It 1B un derstood that the newspapers,' BO far as practicable, in printing the last, two chapters of the story by Harold Maq Grath, will also show a picture ot the beinoro than 100. words wng?^ Here are some questions to be kept in mind In connection with the f-'j Story aa an ala to a solution: Ho. 1-What becomes of the mil lionaire? No. 2-What becomes of the $1,000. O00? Nb. 3-Whom doeo Florence marry? No. 4-What- does becomes of the Russian countess? ' . Nobody connected either directly or Indirectly wlth> *The..Million Dollar Mystery" will be considered aa a con testant. <i Synopsis of Previous Chapters. ' Stanley Hare reave, mi lion ai re, after a miraculous escape from the den of the, gang of brilliant thieves known aa the Black Hundred, lives the life of a recluse for eighteen years. Hargreave ope night enters, a Broadway restau ! robt and there comes face to face with the gang's leader, Bralne. . After the meeting, during which neither, man apparently recogniaes the other, Hsvgreave hurries to his mag nificent Riverdale home and lays plans fo*.- making his ?scape from the country.; Ho writes a letter to the girls' school in New Jersey where 18 years4 before he had my Bier louai y lett on the doorstep'ht a baby daughter, Florence Gray. He also pays a visit to tho hangar ot a daredevil aviator. . Ursine and members of his band surround Hargreaves home at night, but as they enter the house the watch ers r outside ? see a balloon leave the ?Qi?. ?S? *J**j& w? m *0Bhd empty-the cQllllor. which Hargreave was known to have drawn ttlftt day was gone. Then some, on? announced the balloon had be?n punctured abd dropped into he 1 Florance arrtfes from the gus' school, Princess Olga, Brain o's com panion, visits ber and clalmB to be a relative. Two bogus detectives call, but their plot is foiled by Norton, a newspaper mari; . ' By bribing ?lte captain of the Orient Norton lays ? trdp for Bralne and his ga?g. Princesa Olga also visits the Orient's captain and shh easily falls into the reporter's snare. The plan proves abort I ve through B raine's good flick and ?inly hwltngs. fall Into the hs4dB of tho ptMlce. J . (Copyright*. -?W4:. By Harold ? '? MScOrath.) CH?irr?Riv. ; Bralne>?rawl*%from his uncomfart vible hiding place/ His clothes were soiled and damp, his hat gone. V , By a hair's breadth he had escaped the deter trap .laid for him. Hargreave wa? allv*. hs.h#;e?4aped; Bralne was aa certain of thjs fact as ho was of his ow breathing* He ? how know how to account ipr .the nickering light In the upper story of the warehouse. HU ancient enemy had bon watching, him ?ll!tba.tim?;r>e?More;*han this. Har Sgreav? and the . meddling .reporter were In collusion. In the flare ot ts at ths jsnd ot tbs gunplay he caught th* profils bf the reporter, ? was a dangerous toon, who must bo watched with the utmost care. '- He.--Brains had been lured to com mit an overt act, and by the rarest good luck had escaped with nothing more serious than a cold chill and a galling disappointment. Ile crawled along the top of the pier, listening, sending his dark-accus tomed glance hither and thither. The sky in the east was growing paler and paler. In and out among the bales of wool, bags of coffee and lemon crates he slowly and cautiously worm ed his way. A watchman patrolled the office side of the warehouse, and Braine found it possible to creep around the other way, thence Into the street, i After that he straightened up sought a second hand Bhop and pur chased a soft hat which he pulled down over his eyes. He bad half a dozen rooms which he always kept in readiness for such adventures as this. He rented them furnished in small hotels which never asked questions of their patrons. Tc one of these be went as fast as hie weary legs could carry him. He al ways carried the key. Once In hie room he donned fresh wearing appar el, linen, shoes, and shaved. Then lu proceeded downstairs, the second hal still shading bis eyes and the uppei part of his face. At half past 12 Norton entered tin Knickerbocker cafe-restaurant, ant the first person be noticed was Braine reading the morning's paper, proppec up, against the water carafe. Ehrl ftently he had Just ordered, (or then was nothing on his plate. Nortot walked over and laid his hand upor Braine's shoulder. The man tookee: up with mild curiosity: "Why, Norton, Blt down, sit down! Haye you had lunch? No, Join me." "Thanks. Came in for my break fast," Bald Norton, drawing out tb? chair. Braine was Bitting with hil back to the wull on the longe seat "I wonder If you newspaper men ev er eat a real true enough breakfast, should think the hours you lead wouh kill yotf off. Anything new on thi l-l ar g rea ve story ?" "I'm not handling that," the report er lied cheerfully. "Didn't want to. knew him rather Intimately. I've i horror of dead people and don't wan to be called upon to Identify the bod; 1 WB&gmf Un* Mt." " " ? ' -.Then you think they will find itr" "I don't kbow. It's a strange mix up. I'm' not ba the etory, mind you but I was in the locality of Duff' warehouse late last night and fell Int a gunmau rumpus." "Yes, I read about that. What wer they after?" "You've got me there. No on seems to know. Some cock and bul story -about there being somethin valuable. There was." ."What was lt? The report in tai paper does not say." ' "Ten thousand bags of coffee." Braine lay back In his chair an laughed. "if you want my opinion," said Not ton, "I believe the gunmen were ot to Bhoot up another gang, ard th police got wind of it." "Don't you think it about time th police called a halt in this gunme matter?" "O, so long as you pot each otho the police look the other , way. 1 saves a long trial and passage up tb river. Besides, whenever they ai robbed some big poliUctan manag? to open the door for them.. Oreat I the American voter." "Take air. Norton's order. Luigi said Braine. "A German pancake, buttered toai and coffee," ordered the reporter. "Man, eat something!" "It's enough for me." "And you'll all the rest of tl day-on tobacco. I know somethk of you chaps. I dont see how ye manage to do .it" "Pood is the least of our trouble By the way, may I ask you a fe questions? Nothing for print, unlei vou've got a new bock coming." "Fire away/' . "What do you know about th Pr ii cess Perigoff?"' "Let me see.. H*ih. Met her flr about a year ago at a reception giv< to Naslmova. A very attractive w man. I see quite a lot of her. Why "Well, she claims to be a sort of au to Hargreave's daughter." "She said something to me abo that the other night. You nev know where youlfe at in thin'T.or 1 do you?" . . ' Tho German pancake, the toast, t! coffee disappeared, and the report passed his cigars. '"The president visits town tod and I'm off to watch the show, suppose I'll have to Interview ht about the.tariff .and alt that rot. Wh yob start on si pew book let mc km ?nd I'll be your press agent." "That's a bargain." /.Thanks for the breakfast." -, Bram? picked up hta.:/newsnapi smoked and read. Ho emoked, y< but he only pretended to read. T young fool waa clever?1 but no man Wigunda, He had not, the least si plclon; ' ho saw only tho. newsnaj ?tory, still, m some mShner : might a tumble upot tho truth, and would bo Just as. well to tie the i porter's handa effectually. Tho rancor ot early rooming b been subdued; anger an? quick te per never paid in the long run, and ono app tee lated this fact better tb Brains,To put Norton out ot t F$&?' . ":'?>.'. . -. .> ;' ?>.'? '.VA ? *7ay temporarily waa cnly a wise prc-1 caution; lt was not a matter of spite f^^?S*'tn?' reckoning left the res taurant, and dropped Into one of his clubs for a game of billiards. He drew quite a gallery about thc table. He won easily, racked his cue and sought tba apartments of the princess. What a piece of luck it was that Olga had really married that old (lo urd, Per i goff. He had left lier a titled widow six months after her marriage. But she had thirdly a kopeck to call her own. "Olga, Hargreave is alive. He was there last night. But somehow he anticipated the raid and had thc police in waiting. . Tho question is, has he fooled us? Did he take that million or did ho hide it? There ls one thing 16ft; to get that girl. No matter where Hargreave is hidden, the knowledge that she is in my hands will bring him out Into the open." "No more blind alleys." "What's on your mind?" "She has never seen her father. She confessed to me that she haa not even seen a photograph of him. There was a long pause. . "Do you understand me?" she asked. "By the Lord Harry, I do !. You've a head on you worth two.ot mine. The very ' simpllicity ot the idea will win out for us. Some one td pose as her father; a'message banded to her in secret;; dire-misfortune if bbe'whis pers'a word , to. any one; that ber father's life bangs upon the secrecy; she must confide in no one, least of all Jones, the- butler. It all depends upon how thc lette? get3 to.her. Bred In -the Country, She probably sleeps with her window open.' A pebble at tached to a note, tossed into tl e win dow. Ill trust this to no one; I'll do it. myself. With the girl in our control the -rest will be easy. If she really does not know where Ute mon ey is, Hargreave will tell UB. Great does, not know of her father's hand* I writing?" . "She has never seen a scrap of it. All that Miss Farlow ever received was money. The original note left on the doorstep, with Florence has been lost. Trust me to make all these inquiries." lr:' "Tomorrow night, then, immediately after dinner, a taxicab will await her Just around the corner. Grange is the best .man I can think of. He's an artist when it comes to playing the old map parts." "Not too old, remember. Har [ greavb IBU'I over 46." "Another good point. I'm going to stretch' but -here. on thcdivan .and snooze for a while. - Had a devil bf a time last night." "When shall X wake you?" 'At 6. We'll have an carly dinner I sent in. I want to .kep out of ev erybody's way. .By-by!" In leas' than three, minutes he was sound' asleep: Tho woman gazed down at him In wonder .and envy. It only she could drop to sleep.like that Very softly she pressed her lips to hl? hair. At li o'clock the following night the hall light in thc Hargreave house was turnad ott and the. whole interior, be came dark. A shadow, crept throng!, i tfepv lilac bushes without any more sound than a cat would have made. Florence's window was open as the itv]? cone j) rr u tor i uni expected it would " !)b. With a small Btrlpg and stone as x sling he sent the letter whirling skilfully through the air. It sailed Into thc girl's room. The man be low heard no sound ct tbe stone hit ting anything, and concluded that lt liad struck the bed. He waited pa tiently. Presently a wavering light could be distinguished over the sill of the window. The girl W?H iwake and had lit the candle. This knowledge was sufficient for his need. The tragic letter would do the rest, that ls, if the girl came from the same pattern as her father and moth er-strong willed and adventurous. He tiptoed back to the lilacs, when a noise sent him close to the ground, liait a dozen feet away he saw a shad ow creeping along toward the front loor. He stooped again' and ran lightly to the steps, up these to thc loor, which he hugged. Who was this? .wondered Bralne. Patiently he waited, itrranglng bis posture so that he could keep' a look out at the door. By and by tbe door opened cautiously. A man, holding i candle, appeared. Bralne vaguely recognized Olga's description of the sutler. - The roan on the veranda sud ienly blew out the light. Bralne could hear the low murmur of voices, but nthing more. Tho conversation lasted scarcely a min ute. The-'door closed and the mon ran down the- steps, across the lawn, with Bralne close at his heels. "Just a moment, Mr. Hargreave," he ?lied ironically; "Just a moment!" The man he addressed as Hargreave turned with lightning rapidity . -and struck. The blow caught Bralne; above the Wr, knocking him fat.' When lie regained his feet the rum bk ' of a motor told him the reat of thc I story. By the dim light of her ber. oom ?adie Florence read the note which lad. found entrance so . strangely and ny8teriously Into her . room. Her rather! He lived, he heeded her! Mive but in dread peril, and only she :ould save him! She longed to fly to dm at once, then and lhere. How :ould she wait till tomorrow night at 5? Immediately she began to plan low to circumvent the watchful Iones and: the careful Susan. Her father! She slept no more . that light.- V . "My Darling Daughter-I must see r'ou. Come at 8 o'clock ' tomorrow iight to 78 Grove street, third floor. Jonfldo In no one, or you seal my loath warrant. "Your unhappy "Father." What child would refuse to obey a summons like this? A light tap on the door startled her. "Is anyhlng the matter?" asked tho nlld volco of Jones. "No: I got up to get a drink of water." . She heard , bis footsteps die away lown the - corridor. . She . thrust the letter into,the pocket of her dress, which lay niatly, folded on the chair it the foot ot the bed itself. She nuat not tell:even Mr. Norton. Was the child spinning n romaneo >ver"the first young man sha had ever Vil meL? ?n her heart of hearts th girl did not know. , . .Ker muier; ' She w?s going to save her father. All day long Jonec went about Uk an old hound with his bose ' to th wind. There WSB something tn th sir, but he could not tell what lt wai Somehow or. other, no matter whic room Florence went into, there wa Jones within earshot. And sh dared not show thc least impatienc or restiveness. rt was a large ordt for so young a girl, but. she Ulled it. She rather expected tho reporte would appear some time during tli afternoon; and then euro enoug he did. He could no more resiBt tl desire to nee and talk to her than li could resist breathing. There wi no use in denying it;, the world ha suddenly turned ut a new nngle, pr? seating, a new face, a Roseate, vislpi ll rather subdued his easy'banter. "What news?" Bho asked. "None," rather despondently. 'Ti sorry. I bad hoped by this time I get somewhere. But it appears th J 1 can't get any further than th house." She did not ask him what he meal by that. "Shall I play something for you she said. "Please." He drew a chair beside the pia: and watched ber Angers white, aa tl ivory keys, flutter up and down* tl board. She played Chopin for bli Mendelssohn', Greig and Chaminatl and she played them Ih a surprising scholarly fashion. He had expect' the usual school girl choice and ex, cution; Titania, the Moonlight Son a (which not half a dozen great plan ie have ever played correctly), Mona lo y Hells, and the like. He hi repared to make a martyr ot. hil self; Instead he was distinctly and d lightfully entertained. "Yon't don't", uc ??id whimsical when she finally stopped, "you doo by any chance, know 'The Maidei Prayer'?" She laughed. This piece was standing Joke at school. "I- have never played it. It mi however, be in the music cabin Would you like lb hear it-:" ra chievously. "Heavon forfend!" he murmur? raising his hands. All the while the letter burn against her heart*, and the smile lier face and the gayety on her tong were 'forced. "Confide in no on she repeated mentally, "or you st my death warrant." "Why.dp yon shake your head ll that?" ho asked. "Did 1 shako my head?" Her hei [luttered 'wildly. "I was not c< sctous of it." , . ' . "Are you going to keep your pro ?se?" "What promise?" "Never to leave this house with? Jones or myself being with youM' - ,"I couldn't If I wanted to. I'll \ ger Jones ls. out there In the ball t minute. ? know; lt 1B all, for sake. But it bothers me." Jones. was indeed, in the hair,/.! when he sensed tho petulance in .1 voice, his shoulders sank denponde ly and he sighed deeply If silently. j? _ ... ' . - -r-* ? .'. y. -v \V * ' v'-''-' . '.'.':.'.' - . *r .' ? j.vSt . At -quarter tc 2 Florence being long, for a in lute Bet lire to a veil and' stuffed it down- the register; "Jones," she called excitedly, "I smell something burning!" Jones dashed into the room, sniffed and dashed out again, heading for the cellar door. Ills first thought was naturally that the devils. incarnate bad Bet fire to the house. When he returned, having, of course, discover ed no fire, he found Florence gone. He rushed into the hall. Her hat WBB missing. He made for the hail door with a Bpeed which seemed incredible to the bewildered Susan's eyes. Out -~-^I^^^^^^I^^^ j n ^^^^^ Into the street up and down which he looked. Far away he discovered a dwindling taxicab. Tho child was gone. . In the house Susan was answering the telephone, talking Incoherently. ' "Who ls It?" Jones whispered his (ipa white- and dry. i "The princess. * . began Susan. . He took the receiver from her roughly. \ Hello! ' Who ia it?" "This is Olga Perigoff. Is Flor ence there?" . "No. madam. '? She has Just stepped ont for a moment. Shall I tell her to call you when she'returns?" j "Yes, picase?. I waul her and Susan and Mr. Norton to come to toa to morrow. Good by." Jones hung up the receiver, sank into a chair near by and buried his face in his hands. "What is it?" cried SUBUII, terrified Itv (lie haggardness of hia face. "She's gone! My God, those wretches have got her! They'vo got her!" Florence was whirled away at top speed, lier father! She was actual ly on the way to her father, whom she had always loved in dreams, yet nev er seen. r -U No. 7S Grove street was not an at tractive place, but when she arrived she was too highly keyed to take note of its sordidness. She was rather out of breath when she reached the door of the third flat. She' knocked timidly. The door was Instantly opened by a man who wore a black musk. She would have' tamed then and there and flown but for the. swift picture she had of a well dressed man at u tuble. He lay with his head up on lits arms. "Father-" she whispered. The man raised bia careworn face; so very wei ' done that only the clouest scrutiny would have betrayed the paste of thc theatre. He roBB and staggered toward her with ' out stretched arms. But the moment they ?they closed about her Florence eS ! pcrienced a peculiar ?hivor?'' '.' ? , "My child!" murmured the broken man. "They caught me when.? was about to come to you. I have given up the fight." A sob choked him.. ?.-?r What was it? wondered the child. her heart burning with the misery pf the thought that abe was ss$ instead of glad. Over his shouter she pent a glance about th? room. ? There waa a Bofa, a table, some chaire and an enormous clock,'the face of which was dented and the hands hopelessly tangled. Why, at such a moment;:she. should note such details disturbed lier. Then' ?he chance ) to look- Into the I cracked mirror. in lt. she saw eev oral faces, all niaakcd^^^T^savme? were peering at her th^gh .tieVhalf closed door behind her.\' ".;, I "You must return home and bring me tho money," went'on. the Wretch who dared to perpetrate such mock ery. "It IB all that stands' batween me and death." ^^'"'Y' '. .Then she knew! Th d' 1'lasteten t dally warnings came home to her? She understood now. She bad'deliberate ly walked into the spider's net. But In stead of terror an extraordinary calm fell upon her. ., V "Very well, father. vt w.111 go and ? ? KI^B^KI^MB^^^?'^HB^B^H ' '? ns? cf-'"''"." ? * get It" ' Gently she released herielt from those horrible arms." . "Walt my child till I sea 1? they will let you go. They may irish to hold you as hostage." When he was gone she tried the doors. They were locked. Then she crossed over to the window and looked out. A leap from : there would kill her. She turned her gaze toward the lamp wondering. The false father returned, dojected ly'"It Is aa I said, t They Insist upon Bending some one. Writs down the (Continued on last page. This scet'ouj