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THE NEWS-HERALD, HlLLSBOfld, OHIO, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 24, 1914.
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The Hollow
of Her Hand
"It 1b not for us to Judge you, Sara,"
eald Redmond Wrandall, speaking with
difficulty. "You are your own judge,
and a harsh one you will And yourself.
As for ourselves, we can only look
upon your unspeakable design as the
working of a temporarily deranged
mind. You could never have carried
it out. You are an honest woman. At
the last you would have revolted, even
with victory assured. Perhaps Leslie
is the only one who has a real griev
ance against you In this matter. I
am convinced that be loved Miss
Castleton deeply. The worst hurt is
his, and he hae been your most de
voted advocate during all the years
of bitterness that has existed between
you and us. You thought to play him
a foul trick. You could not have car
ried it to the end. We leave you to
pass Judgment on yourself."
"I have already done so, Mr. Wran
dall," said Sara. "Have I not ac
cused myself before you? Have I not
confessed to the only crime that hae
been committed? I am not proud of
myself, sir."
"You have hated us well."
"And you have hated me. The crime
you hold me guilty of was committed
years ago. It was when I robbed you
of your son. To this day 1 am the
leper in your path. I may be forgiven
for all else, but not for allowing Chal
lls Wrandall to become the husband
of Sebastian Gooch's daughter. That
is the unpardonable sin."
Mr. Wrandall was silent for a? mo
ment. "You still are Sebastian Gooch's "
daughter," he said distinctly. "You
can never be anything else."
She paled. "This last transaction
proves it, you would say?"
, "This last transaction, yes."
She looked about her with troubled,
questioning eyes.
"I I wonder If that can be true,"
Bhe murmured, rather piteously. "Am
I so different from the rest of you?
Is tho blood to blame?"
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Mr. Carroll
nervously. "Don't be silly, Sara, my
child. That is not what Mr. Wran
dall means."
Wrandall turned his face away.
"You loved as deeply as you hate,
Sara," he said, with a curious twitch
ing of his chin. "My son was your god.
We are not insensible to that. Per
haps we have never realized until now
the depth and breadth of your love
for him. Love is a bitter Judge of its
enemies. It knows no mercy, it
knows no reason. Hate may be con
quered by love, but love cannot be con
quered by hate. You had reason to
hate my son. Instead you persisted in
your love for him. We we owe you
something for that, Sara. We owe
you a great deal more than I find
myself able to express in words."
Leslie entered the room at this in
stant. He had his overcoat on and
carried his gloves and hat In his
hand.
"We are ready, father," he said
thickly.
After a moment's hesitation, he
crossed over to Hetty, who stood be
side Sara.
"I I can now understand why you
refused to marry me, Miss Castleton,"
he said, in a queer, Jerky manner.
"Won't you let me say that I wish
you all the happiness still to be found
In this rather uneven world of ours?"
The crowning testimonial to an ab
solutely sincere ego!
CHAPTER XXII.
Renunciation.
On the third day after the singular
trial of Hetty Castleton In Sara's II
brary, young Mrs. Wrandall's motor
drew up in front of a lofty office build
ing in lower Broadway; Its owner
stepped down from the limousine and
entered the building. A few moments
later she walked briskly into the
splendid offices of Wrandall & Co.,
private bankers and steamship-owners.
The clerks In the, outer offices
stared for a moment in significant
surprise, and then bowed respectfully
to the beautiful silent partner in the
great concern.
It was the first time she had been
Been In the offices since the tragic
event that had served to make her a
member of the Arm. A boy at the In
formation desk, somewhat impressed
by her beauty and the trim elegance
of her long black broadtail coat, to
Bay nothing of the dark eyes that
shone through the narrow veil, forgot
the dignity of his office and went bo
far as to politely ask her who she
wanted to Bee and "what name,
please."
The senior clerk rushed forward
and transfixed the new boy with a
glare.
"A new boy, Mrs. Wrandall," he
made Baste to explain. To the new
toy's ssrprlse, the visitor was m
ductod with much bowing and scrap
ing Info the private offices, where no
one venture. except by special edict
of the powers.
Georgte Barr
McCutcheon
Author of "Graustarkr
"Truxton Kingretc.
ILLUSTBfflONS J IILSWCBniTDlJNG
COPYRiaHT-1912- BV
GEORGE BARR MOCUTCtTEflM
COroUGKT.-Wtt.BY
DOtD.MEAI COMTAKY
"Who as It?" he asked, in Borno
awe, of n veteran stenographer who
came up nd sneered at him.
"Mrs. Challls Wrandall, you little
simpleton," said she, and for once he
failed to snap back.
It is of record that for nearly two
i whole days, he was polite to every vis-
itor ho approached him and
was
generally worth hiB salt.
Sara found herself in the close lit
tle room that once had been her hus
band's, but was now scrupulously held
in reserve for her own use. Rather a
wnste of space, she felt as she looked
about the office. The clerk dusted an
easy chair ind threw open the long
unused desk near the window.
"Wo are very glad to see you here,
madam," he said,
"This room hasn't
"What's This?" He Demanded, Sharply.
been used much, as you may observe.
Is there anything I can do for you?"
She continued her critical survey of
the room. Nothing had been changed
since the days when she used to visit
her husband here on occasions of rare
social importance: such as calling to
take him out to luncheon, or to Bee
that he got safely home on rainy after
noons. The big picture of a steamship
still hung on the wall across the room.
Her own photograph, in a silver frame
stood In one of the recesses of the
deBk. She observed that there was
a clean white blotter there, too; but
the ink wells appeared to be empty,
if she was to Judge by the look of
chagrin on the clerk's face as he In
spected them. Photographs of polo
scenes in which Wrandall was a prom
inent figure, hung about the walls,
with two or three pictures of his favor
ite ponies, and one of a ragged gipsy
girl with wonderful eyes, carrying a
monkey in a crude wooden cage strap
ped to her back. On closer observa
tion one would have recognized Sara's
peculiarly gipsy-like features in the
face of the girl, and then one would
have noticed the caption written In
red ink at the bottom of the photo
graph: "The Trumbell's Fancy Dress
Rail, January 10, '07. Sara as Gipsy
Mab."
With a start, Sara came out of her
painful reverie. She passed her hand
over her eyes, and seemed thereby to
put the polite senior clerk back into
the picture once more.
"No, thank you. Is Mr. Redmond
Wrandall down this afternoon?"
"He came In not ten minutes ago.
Mr. Leslie Wrandall is also here.
Shall I tell Mr. Wrandall you wish to
eee him?"
"You may tell him that I am here,
if you please," she said.
"I am very sorry about the Ink
wells, madam," murmured tho clerk.
"We we were not expecting "
"Pray don't let It disturb you, Mr.
Bancroft. I shall not use them to
day." "They will be properly filled by to
morrow." "Thank you."
He disappeared. She relaxed In the
familiar, comfortable old leather-cushioned
chair, and closed her eyes.
There was a sharp little line between
them, but it was hidden by the veil.
The door opened slowly and Red
mond Wrandall came into the room.
She crose at once.
"This is er an unexpected pleas
ure, Sara," he Bald perplexed and ill
at-ease
He stopped Just Inside the
door he had been careful to close be
hind him, and did not offer her bis
hand.
"I came down to attend to some
business, Mr. Wrandall," she said.
"Business?" he repeated, staring.
She took note of the tired, haggard
look In hia eyes, and the tightly
compressed lips.
"I Intend to dispose of my entire In
terest In Wrandall & Co" she an
nounced calmly.
(To be continued.)
It has been stated that an elephant
sleeps only five hours each day.
Til i p.... i
II ATM
FORT HILL.
Sept. 21, 1014.
Mrs. H. V. Matthews, Bess L. But
ler and BeDSon Butler, accompanied by
Flovd Chanman. of Sinking Spring,
spent a couple of days last week the
guests of Charley Swadley and family,
of Hlllsboro.
Elva Cartwrlght and wife, of Sink
lngSprlhg, were the guests of J. P.
Havens and family, Sunday.
Mrs. J. O. Stults called on Mrs. Maud
Matthews Saturday afternoon.
Frank Stanley and family, of Spring
field, formerly of this vicinity, moved
here last week.
J. L. Butler and wife and J as. But
ters, of Sinking Spring, spent Thurs
day with LawrenceKesler and wife.
Grace Havensspentpartof last week
with relatives In Sinking Springs.
Clay Foulk, of Bainbrldge, spent last
Monday with his mother, Mrs. Per
meliaA. Kissling.
Manlull Reed and wife, of Sinking
Springs, were the guests qf J. L. Reed
and wife, Satuiaay and Sunday.
OHIeand Elva Dunamap returned
to their home in Illipois saruraay,
j after spending three weeks with Simp
son West and family.
I Mrs. Louisa Lawson, who has be.eu
the guest of her daughter. Mrs. Laura
Johnson, in Beech Flats, for some
lime, returned home Friday.
Can't look well, eat well or feel well
witli impure blood. Keep the blood
pine with Burdock Blood Bitters. Eat
simply, take exercise, keep clean and
good health Is pretty, sure to follow
$1.00 a bottle. adv
MILLER'S CHAPEL.
Sept. 21, 1914.
I Airs, ueorge wignery aim suu, oiau
le, of Mowrjstown. spent Thursday
wnh Mrs. Grace Capllnger.
Mrs. Everett Radcllfl, of Hlllsboro,
spent the past week with her sister,
Mis. H. V. Stanforth.
A son was born to Chas. Igo and
wife, Sept. 15.
Rev. PItzer, ol Georgetown, and Jno.
Pnne and wile and grandson, Herman
Prine, spent Sunday with Mrs. Sarah
Hatcher and family.
Miss Goldle Turner spent Sunday
with Sadie Bradley.
Orval Gotherman and wife and
daughter, of Mowrjstown, spent Sun-
i day with his brother, R. A. Gother
man. George Temple and wife, of Sugar-
tree Ridge, spent Sunday with John
Canlinger and wife.
Frank Miller, of Hlllsboro, spent
Sunday with George Capllnger.
DUNN'S CHAPEL.
September 21, 1914.
Mrs. Lafe Calloway and daughter,
Susie, spent Saturday with Frank
Sharp and wife, of near New Vienna.
Mrs. Lewis Frost spent several days
recently with relatives at Westboro.
William Welbley returned home on
Wednesday from Center, Pa., where
he was called by the sickness and
death of his father.
John NewelL and family were the
guests Sunday of Russell Smith and
family, of near Hlllsboro.
Mozelle Hopkins spent Tuesday and
Wednesday with Mack Groves and
family.
Gilbert A. Jones, of Newport, R. 1.,
spent Saturday night with his uncle,
Frank L. Crosen.
Ina Weibley spent Saturday and
Saturday night with Llllie and Wil
liam Johnson.
Steward Benton and family and
Frank L. Crosen and family spent
Sunday with Homer Burton and wife,
of Danville.
MAPLE VALLEY.
September 21, 1914.
Mrs. M. J. Cummlngs and daughter
spent Tuesday with A. W. MUburn,
of Belfast.
Mrs. T. C. Weaver, of Sinking
Spring, spent Thursday at F, B. Cum
mlngs. Daniel Steinmetz and wife of Dis
trict No. 4 visited J. F. Devoe at Col
urabus Mopday and Tuesday.
D. R. Cummlngs made a business
trip to Columbus Monday. ,
F. B. Cummlngs and family. M. J.
Cummlngs and Emily Lowman spent
from Saturday till Monday with S. E.
Overhulz and Arnold Massle, of
Springfield, and E. S. Cummlngs, of
Brandt.
Charles Cummlngs and wife, of New
Petersburg, were the guests of Jane
Oummings Sunday.
Ethel Myers, of Carrnel, spent Sun
day with Clara Lowman.
Mrs. Leo Smith and daughter, Mad
eline, of Blanchester, are spending
this week at the home of D. R. Cum
mlngs.
m m
"Help, hely 1 I can't thwln, and my
wife 1th drowning."
"Why dpn't you walkout with her
then ? you don't appear to be out of
your deyth."
"Yeth I am. I'm thandln? on her.'
Tatler.
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I he Million Dollar Myst
By HAROLD
Illustrated from Scenes in the Photo Drama of tho
Same Same by the Thanhouser Film Company
" ' (Copyrlgh V1S11, b7
CHAPTER IV,
The Flat on the Top Floor.
Bralne crawled from his uncomfort
able hiding place. His clothes were
soiled and damp, his hat gone. By
a hair's breadth he had escaped the
clever trap Inld for him. Hargreave
was alive, be had escaped; Bralne was
an certain pt this fact rh h wnn nt
his own breathing. He now knew
how to'nccount for the flickering light
In the upper story qf the warehouse.
His ancient "enemy had been watch
ing him all the time. More than this,
Hargreave and the meddling reporter
were in collusion. In the flare of
lights at the end of the gun-play he
had caught he profile of the reporter.
Here was a dangerouB man, who must
be watched with the utmost care.
He, Bralne, had been lured to com
mit an overt act, and by the rarest
good luck bad escaped with nothing
more serious than a cold chill and a
galling disappointment.
He crawled along the top of the
pier, listening, Bending his dark-accustomed
glance hither and thither. The
eky in the east was growing paler and
paler. In and out among the bale,s
of wool, bags of coffee and lemon
crates he slowly and cautiously
wormed his way. A watchman pa
trolled the office side of the ware
house, and Bralne found It possible
to creep around the other way, thence
into the street. After that he straight
ened up, sought a second-hand shop
and purchased a soft hat, which he
pulled down over his eyes,
He had 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. To
one of these he went as fast as his
weary legs could carry him. He al
ways carried the key. Once in his
room he donned fresh wearing ap
parel, linen, shoes, and shaved. Then
he proceeded downstairs, the second
hand hat shading IiIb eyes and the
upper part of his face.
At half past twelve Norton entered
the Knickerbocker cafe-restaurant,
and the first person he noticed was
Bralne, reading the morning's paper,
propped up against the water carafe.
Evidently he had Just ordered, for
there was nothing on his plate. Nor
ton walked over and laid his hand
upon Braine's shoulder. The man
looked up with mild curiosity.
"Why, Norton, sit down, sit down!
Have you had lunch? No? Join me."
"Thanks. Came in for my break
fast," said Norton, drawing out the
chair. Bralne was sitting with his
back to the wall on the lounge-seat.
"I wonder If you newspaper men
ever eat a real, true enough break
fast. I should think tho hours you
lead would kill you off. Anything
new on the Hargreave story?"
"I'm not handling that," the reporter
lied cheerfully. "Didn't want to. 1
knew him rather intimately. I've a
horror of dead people, and don't want
to be called upon to identify the body
when they find it."
"Then you think they will find It?"
"I don't know. It's a strange mixup.
I'm not on tho story, mind you; but
I was in the locality of Duffy's ware
house late last night and fell into a
gunman rumpus."
"Yes, I read about that. What
were they after?"
"xou've got me there. No one
seems to know. Some cock and bull
story about there being something
valuable. There was."
"What was It? The report In thie
paper does not say."
"Ten thousand bags of coffee."
Bralne lay back in his chair and
laughed.
"If you want my opinion," said
Norton, "I believe the gunmen were,
out to snoot up anotner gang, and
the police got wind of it,"
"Don't you think it about time the
police called a halt in this gunman
matter?"
"Oh, so long as they pot each other
the police look the other way. It
saves a long trial and passage up the
river. Besides, whenever they are
nabbed some big politician manages
to opsn the door for them. Great la
the American voter."
"Take Mr. Norton's order, Lulgi,"
said Braine.
"A German pancake, buttered toast
and coffee," ordered the reporter.
"Man, eat something!"
"It's enough for me."
"And you'll go all the rest of the
day on tobacco. I know something of
you chaps. I don't see how you man
age to do it."
"Food Is the least of our troubles.
By the way, may I ask you a few ques
tions? Nothing for print, unless
you've got a new book coming."
"Fire away."
"What do you know about the
PrlncesB Perigoff?"
"Let me see. H'm. Met her first
about a ear ago at a reception given
to Nasimova. A very attractive wom
an. I see quite a lot of her. Why?"
"Well, she claims to be a sort of
aunt to'Hargreave's daughter,"
"She said somethinc to me about
cry
MAG GRATH
Harold Macarath)
that the other
night. You never
know where you're at In this world, do
you?"
Thp, German iwncake. the tonal, tho
coffee disappeared, and the reporter'
passed his cigars.
"The president vIbHs town today
and I'm off to watch the show. I sup
pose I'll have to interview him about
the tariff and all that rot. When you
start on a new book let me know and
I'll be your press agent."
"That's a bargain."
'"Thanks for the breakfast."
Bralne picked up his newspaper,
smoked and read. He Bmoked, yes,
but he only .pretended to read. The
young fool was clever, but no man
is Infallible. He had not the least
suspicion; ho saw qn,ly the newspaper
story. Still, in some manner he
might stumble upon the truth, and
It would be lust as well to tie the
reporter's hands effectually.
The rancor of early morning had
been subdued; anger and quick tem
per never p: 1 in the long run, and no
,, naMntA M ,foof ,... .,- I
r i rr m1 .. . Z I Braine could hear the low murmur
Rrnine. To out Norton nut nt the.
of voices, but nothing more. The con
way temporarily was only a wise pre- versation lasted scarcely a minute.
caution; it was not a matter of spite
or reprisal.
He paid the reckoning, left the res
taurant, and dropped into one of his
clubs for a game of billiards. He
drew quite a gallery about the table.
He won easily, racked his cue and
Bought the apartments of the princess.
What a piece of luck It was that
Olga had really married that old do
tard, Perigoff! He had left her a
titled widow six months after her mar
riage. But she had had hardly a ko
peck to call her own.
"Olga, Hargreave is alive. He was
there last night. But somehow he
anticipated the raid and had the po
lice in waiting. The question Is, has
he fooled us? Did he take that mil
lion or did he hide it? There is one
thing left to get that girl. No mat
ter where Hargreave Is hidden, yie
knowledge that she Is In my hands
will bring him out Into tho open."
"No more blind alleys."
"What's on your mind?"
"She has never seen her father. She
confessed to me that she has not even
Been 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 of mine.
The very simplicity of the Idea will
Attempt to Rob the Duffy Warehouse
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in secret; dire misfortune if she whis
ners a word to anvone: that her fa
ther's life hangs upon the secrecy;
she must confide In no one, least ol
all Jones, the butler. It all depends
upon how the letter gets to her. Bred
In the country, she probably sleeps
with her window oflen. A pebble at
tached to a note, tossed into the win-
dow. I'll trust this to no one; I'll ' An aav I0DB Jnea wenc aDol Ke
do it myself. With the girl In oui old hound wlth h,s nose to the
control the rest will be easy. . If she wInd- Tbere "was something In the
really does not know where the money a,r but he could not tel1 what ll wa8
Is Hargreave will tell us. Great head, Somehow or other, no matter which
little woman, great head. She does room Florence went into, there was
not know her father's handwriting?" Jones w,thin earsht- And she dared
"She has Tiever seen a scrap of it. not show the least Impatience or res
All that Miss Farlow ever recelr-d tlveness- u was a larse order for so
was money. The original note left on
the doorstep with Florence has been
lost. Trust me to make all these in
quiries." "Tomorrow night, then, immedi
ately after dinner, a taxicab will
await her Just around the corner.1
Grange is the best man I can think
of. He's an artist when it comes to
playing the old-man parts."
"Not too old, remember. Har-
gr&ive Isn't over forty-five." ,
"Another good point. I'm going to,
Btretch out here on the divan and'
snooze for a while. Had a devil of a
time last night."
"When flh,all I wake you?"
"At sx, We'll ,have an .early djnner
Befit In. I want to keep put qf every
body's way. By-byl"
In less than three minutes he was
sound asleep, me woman gazed down
at him in wonder and envy. If only
she could drop to sleep like that. Very
Foftly she pressed her lips to his hair.
At eleven o'clock tho following
night the hall light in the Hargreave
house was turned off and the whole
Interior became dark. A shadow
crept brough tho lilac bushes with
out any more sound that a cat would
have made. Florence's window was
open, ns tho arch-conspirator had ex
pected it would be. With a small
string and stone as a sling he sent
the letter whirling skillfully through
the air. It sailed Into the girl's room.
The man below heard no sound of the
stohe hitting anything and concluded
that it had struck the bed.
He waited patiently. Presently a
wavering light could be distinguished
over tho sill of the window. The girl
waB awake and
had lit the candle.
This knowledge was sufficient for his
need. Tho tragic letter would do the
rest, that 1b, if the girl came from
the same pattern -as her father and
mother strong willed and adventu
rous. He tiptoed back to the lilacs, when
a noise sent him close to the ground.
Half a dozen feet away ,he saw a
shadow creeping along toward the
front door. Presently the shadow
stood up as if listening. He stooped
again and ran lightly to the steps, up
these to the door, which he hugged.
Who was this? wondered Braine.
Patiently he waited, arranging his pos
ture bo that he could keop a lookout
at the door. By and by the door
opened cautiously. A man holding
a candle appeared. Bralne vaguely
recognized Olga's description of the
butler. The man on the veranda sud
ue"y u,cw uul llJ
denly blew out the light.
The door closed ana the man ran
down the steps, across the lawn, with
Bralne close at his heels.
"Just a noment, Mr. Hargreave,"
he called Ironically; "Just a moment!"
The man he addressed as Hargreave
turned with lightning rapidity and
struck. The blow caught Bralne
above the ear, knocking him fiat.
When he regained his feet the rumble
of a motor told him the rest of the
Btory.
By the dim light of her bedroom
candle Florence read the note which
had found entrance so strangoly and
mysteriously into her room. Her fa
ther! He lived, he needed herl Alive
but in dread peril, and only she could
save him! She longed to fly to him
at once, then and there. How could
she wait till tomorrow night at eight?
Immediately she began to plan how to
circumvent the watchful Jones and
tho careful Susan. Her father! She
slept no more that night.
1 "My Darling Daughter: I must see
you. Come at eight o'clock tomorrow
night to 78 Grove street, third floor.
Confide in no one, or you seal my
death warrant.
"Your unhappy FATHER."
What child would refuse to obey a
summons like this?
A light tap on the door started her.
"Is anything the matter?'" asked
the mild voice of Jones.
I "No. I got up to get a drink of
I water."
She heard his footsteps die away
down the corridor. She thrust the
letter Into the pocket of her dress,
which lay neatly folded on the chair
at the foot of the bed, then climbed
back into the bed itself. She must
not tell even Mr. Norton.
Was the child spinning a romanco
over the first young man she had ever
met? In her heart of hearts the girl
did not know.
Her fatherl
It was all so terribly and tragically
simple, to match a woman's mind
against that of a child. Both Norton
and the sober Jones had explicitly
warned her never to go anywhere,
receive telephone calls or letters, with
out first consulting one or. the other
of them. And now she had planned
to deceive them, with all the cunning
of her sex.
The next morning at breakfast there
was nothing unusual either in her ap
pearance or manners. Under the
shrewd scrutiny of Jones she was Just
her everyday self, a fine bit of acting
for ono wn0 nad t tQ eee y stage
,..., .t . hnrn n
woman to act, as
it is born in man to fight, and Flor
ence was no exception to the rule.
She was going to save her father.
She read with Susan, played the
piano, sewed a little, laughed, hummed
and did a thousand and one things
young girls do when they have the
deception of their elders in view.
yunS a ," DUl Bne ullea "
She rather expected that the re
porter would appear some time during
the afternoon; and sure enough he
did. He could no more resist the de
sire to see and talk to her than he
could resist breathing. There was no
U8e denying ltj the world had sud-
denly turned at a new angle, present-
,ns a new face a rosoate vslon. It
rather subdued his easy banter.
"What news?" she asked.
"None," rather despondingly. Tm
8orry. I had hoped by this Ume to
get somewhere. But It happens that
I can't get any further than this
house."
She did not ask him what he meant
by that.
"Shall I play something for you?"
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