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THE NEWS-tfESALP, HILLSBORO, OHIO, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 5, I4
lei
Ion Dollar Mystery
By HAROLD MAG GRATH
Illustrated from Scenes in the Photo Drama of tho
Same Name by the Thanhouser Film Company
(Copyright, 1914, bj
CHAPTER X.
Thje Past a Blank.
It was perfectly true that Florence
had cast herself Into the sea. It had
not been an act of deepair, however.
On the contrary, hope and courage had
prompted her to leap. The night was
clear, with only a moderate sea run
ning. At the time the great ship was
passing the banks, and almost within
hall she saw a Ashing schooner riding
gracefully at anchor. She quite read
ily believed that If she remained on
board tho George Washington she was
lost. She naturally forgot the marvel
of wireless telegraphy. No longer may
a man hide at sea.
So, with that quick thought which
wae a part of her inheritance, she
seized the life buoy, climbed the rail
and leaped far out. As the great, dark,
tossing sea swooped up to meet her
she noted a block of wood bobbing up
and down. She tried to avoid It, but
could not, and struck it head on. De
Bplte the blow and the shoe1' of the
chill water she instinctively Juug to
the buoy. The waBh from the mighty
propellers tossed her about, hither
and yon, from one swirl to another,
like a chip of wood. Then everything
grew blank.
Fortunately for her the master of '
the fishing schooner wae at the time i
standing on his quarterdeck by the
wheel, squinting through his glass at
the liner and envying the ease and ,
comiori 01 inose on ooard ner. 'rue
mate, sitting on the steps and smok
ing his turnlng-ln pipe, saw the mas
ter lean forward suddenly, lower the
glass, then raise it again.
, "Lord a'mighty!"
"What's the matter, cap'n?"
"Jake, In God's name, come 'ere an'
take a peek through this glass. I'm
dreamln'l"
The mate Jumped and took the
glass. "Where away, sir?"
"A p'lnt off th' sta'board bow. See
something white bobbin' up?"
"Yessirt Looks like some one
dropped a bolster 'r a plller over
board. . . . Cod's whiskers!" he
broke off.
"Then I ain't really eeeln' things,"
cried the master. "HI, y' lubbers!" he
yelled to the crew; 'lower th' dory.
They'g a woman In th' water out there.
I seen her leap th' rail. Look alive!
Sharp' th' word! Mate, you go
long."
v The orew dropped their tasks and
sprang; for the davits, and the star
board dory was lowered in shipshape
style
It takes a good bit of seamanship
to haul a body out of the sea. Into
a dancing bobtalled dory, when one
TnOITlfiTit it ifl rllTYlhlnc frnntlnnllv Vioa-u.
enward and the next heading for the
bottomless pit They were very ten
der with her. They laid her out in the
bottom of the boat, with the life buoy
as a pillow; and pufled energetically
fSr The schooner. She was alive, be
cause she breathed; but sbe did not stir
bo much as an eyelid". It was a stiff
bit of work, too, to land her aboard
without adding to her Injuries. The
'master ordered the men to put her in
his own bunk, where he nearly stran
gled her by forcing raw brandy down
her throat.
"Well, she's alive, anyhow."
When Florence finally opened her
eyes the gray of dawn lay on the sea,
dotted here and.there by the schooners
of the fleet, which eeemed to be hang
ing in midair, as at the moment there
was visible to the eye no horizon.
"Don't seem V recognize nothin'."
"Mebbe she's got a fever," suggested
the mate, rubbing his bristly chin.
"Fever nothin'! Not after bein' In
th' water half an hour. Mebbe she hit
one o them wooden floats we left.
Them dinged liners keep on crowdin'
us," growled Barnes, with a fisher
man's hate for the floating hotels.
"Went by without a toot. See er,
Jes' like th' banker's wife goin t'
church on Sunday? A mile a minute;
fog or no fog, it's all the eame t'
them. They run us down an' never
stop. What th' tarnation we goin'
to do? She'll haff f stay aboard till
th' run Is over. I can't afford t' yank
up my mudhook this time o' day."
"Guess she can stand three 'r four
days in our company, smellin' oil
cloths, fish, kerosene, an punk t'bac
co." "If y' don't like th' kind o' t'bacco
I buy buy your own. I ain't objectin'
none."
The mate stepped over to the bunk
and gingerly ran his hand over the
girl's head. "Cod'B whiskers, cap'n,
they's a bump as big's a cork on th'
back o' her head! She's struck one
o' them floatsall right. Where's th'
arnica?"
Barnes turned tajils locker and rum
maged about, finally producing an an
cient bottle and some passably clean
cloth used frequently for bandages.
Sometimes a man grew careless with
his knife or got in the way of a pulley
block. With blundering kindness the
two men bound up the girl's head, and
then went about their duties.
For three days Florence evinced not
the slightest Inclination to leave tht
Harold MacQrath)
ounK. ane lay on her back either
asleep or with her eyes staring at the
beams above her head. She ate Just
enough to keep her alive; and the
strong black coffee did nothing more
than to make her wakeful. No one
knew what the matter was. There was
the bump, now diminished; but that
it should leave her In this comatose
state vastly puzzled the men. The
truth is she had suffered a slight con
cussion of the brain, and this, atop of
all the worry she had had for the last
few weeks, was sufficient to cause this
blankness of the mind.
The final cod was cleaned and
"The Poor Young Thing," Murmured
Mrs. Barnes.
packed away In salt, the mudhook
raised, and the schooner Betty set her
sails for the southwest. Barnes real
lzed that to save the girl she must
have a doctor who knew his business
Mrs. Barnes would know how to care
for the girl, once she knew what tho
trouble was. There would be some
news in the papers. A young and
beautiful woman did not Jump from a
big Atlantic liner without the newspa
pers getting hold of the facts.
A fair wind canied the Betty Into
her haven, and shortly after Florence
was sleeping peacefully in a feather
bed, ancient, it is true, but none the
less soft and inviting. In all this time
she had not spoken a single word.
"The poor young thing!" murmured
the motherly Mrs. Barnes. "What
beautiful hair! O, John, I wish you
would give up the sea. I hate It. It
is terrible. I am always watching
you In my mind's eye, In calm weath
er, In storms. Pieces of wrecks come
ashore, and I always wonder over the
death and terror back of them."
"Don't y worry none about me
Betty. I never take no chances. Now
I'm goin' lnf th' village an' bring
JacK Jh' sawbones. He'll tell us what
f dp'
The village doctor shook his grizzled
head gravely.
"She's been hurt and shocked at the
same time. It will be many days bo
fore she comes around to herself. Just
let her do as she pleases. Only keep
an eye on her so that she doesn't wan
der off and get lost I'll watch the
newspapers and If I come across any
thing which bears upon the caso I'll
notify' youj'
But he searched the newspapers In
'vain, for the simple fact that he did
not think to glance over the old ones.
The village took a good deal of In
terest in the affair. They gossiped
about it and strolled out to the Barnes'
cottage to satisfy their curiosity. One
thing was certain to their simple
minds: some day Barnes would get a
great sum of money for his kindness.
They had read about such things In
the family story paper. She was a rich
man's daughter; the ring on the un
known's finger would have fitted out
a fleet
Florence was soon able to walk
about. Ordinary conversation she
Beemed to understand; but whenever
the past was broached she would
shake her head with frowning eyes.
Her main diversion consisted of sitting
on the sand dunes and gazing out at
sea.
One day a stranger came to town.
He said he represented a life Insur
ance company and was up here from
Boston to take a little vacation. He
sat on the hotel porch that evening,
surrounded by an admiring audience.
The stranger had beenall over the
world, so it seemed. He spoke famil
iarly of St. Petersburg, Vladivostok.
Shanghai, as the villagers some of
them might have spoken of Boston.
There were one or two old timers
among th& audience. They had been
to all these parts. The stranger knew
what he was telling about. After tell
ing of his many voyages he asked It
there was a good bathing beach near
by. He was told that he would find
the most suitable spot near Captain
Barnes' cottage Just outside the vil
lage. "An' say, Mister, seen anytblnMn
th' papers about a missln' young worn
i 1 1 JwmMflM 3mMm;
Ik. ISwiiilp
an?" asKca Borne one.
"Missing young woman? What's
that?"
The man told the story of Florence's
leap Into the pea and her subsequent
nrrival at the cape.
"That's funny," said the stranger,
"I don't recollect reading about any
young woman being loBt nt sea. But
those big liners are always keeping
such things under cover. Koodoos the
ship, tfiej say, and turns prospective
passengers to other lines. It hurts
business. What's the young girl look
like?"
Florence was described minutely. The
stranger teetered in his chair and
smoked. Finally be spoke.
"She probably was Insane. That's
the way generally with insane people.
They can't eee wnter or look off a
tall building without wanting to Jump.
My business is insurance, and we've
got the thing figured pretty close to
the ground. They used to get tho
best of us on the suicide game. A
man would take out a large policy
today and tomorrow he'd blow his
head off, and we'd have to pay his
wife. But nowadays a policy Is not
worth the paper it's written on If a
man commits suicide under two
years."
"You ain't tryln to insure anybody
in town, are you?"
"Oh, no. No work for me when
I'm on my vacation. Well, I'm going
to bed; and tomorrow morning I'll go
out to Captain Barnes' beach and have
a good ewlm. I'm no sailor, but I like
water."
He honestly enjoyed swimming.
Early the next morning he was in the
water, frolicking about as playfully as
a boy. He had all the time in tho
world. Over his shoulder he saw two
women wandering down toward the
beach. Deeper he went farther out
He was a bold swimmer, hut that did
not prevent a sudden and violent attack
of cramps. And it was a rare piece
of irony that the poor girl should save
the life of that Bcoundrel who was
without pity or mercy. As she saw
hie face a startled frown marred her
brow. But she could not figure out the
puzzle. Had she ever seen the man
before? She did not know, she could
not tell. Why could not she remem
ber? Why muBt her poor head ache so
when she tried to pierce the wall of
darkness which surrounded her men
tally? The man thanked hor feebly, but
not In his heart. When ho had suffi
ciently recovered he returned to tht
village and sought the railway station,
wheie the Western Union had its of
fice. "I want to send a code message to
my firm. Do you think you can fol
low it?"
"I can try," eaid the operator.
The code was really Slav; and when
the long message was signed it was
signed by the name Vroon. I
The day after the news came that '
Florence had jumped overboard off
the banks, Vroon 'With a dozen other I
men had started out to comb all the
fishing villages along the New Eng-
land coast Somewhere along the way
he felt confident that he would learn
whether the girl was dead or alive.
If she was dead then the game was a '
draw, but If she was alive there wao ,
still a fighting chance for the Black i
Hundred. He had had some idea of re-'
mainlng in the village and accomplish-1
ing the work himself; but after delib-
eration he concluded that it was im-,
portant enough for Braine himself to ,
Brane Took Florence Aboard tho
Chartered Yacht. I
take a hand In. So the following night
he departed for Boston, from there to
New York. He proceeded at once to
the apartment of the princess, where
Braine declared that be himself would
go to the obscure village and claim
Florence as his own child. But to
Insure absolute success they would i
charter Morse's yacht and steam right
up into the primitive harbor.
When Vroon left the apartment Nor
ton saw him. He was a man of Im
pulses, and he bad found by experi
ence that first Impulses are generally
the best. He did not know who Vroon
was. Any man who called on the
Princess Perlgoff while Braine was
with her would be worth following,
On the other hand, Vroqa recpgnzed
the reporter instantly and with that
ever-ready and alert mind at his set
about to lure the young man into a"
trap out of which he might not easily
come.
Norton decided to follow his man.
He might be going on a wlld-gOose
chase, ho roasoncU; etlll his first Im
pulses had hitherto served him well.
Ke looked careworn. He was con
vinced that Florence was dead, despite
the assertions of Jones to the con
trary. He had gone over all the mis
haps which had taken place and he
was now absolutely convinced that his
whilom friend Braine and the Princess
Perlgoff were directly concerned.
Florence had either been going to
or coming from the apartment. And
that memorable day of the abduction
tho princess had been in the dry goods
shop.
Vroon took a downtown surface car,
and Norton took the same. He sat
huddled In a corner, never suspecting
that Vroon was watching him from a
corner of IiIb eye. Norton was not
keen today. The thought of Florence
kept running through his head.
The car stopped and Vroon got off.
He led Norton a winding course which
at length ended at the door of a tene
ment building. Vroon entered. Nor
ton paused, wondering what next to
do, now that his man had reached his
destination. Well, since he had fol
lowed him all this distance he must
make an effort to find out who he wao
and what he was going to do. Cau
tiously he entered the hallway. As
he was about to lay his hand on the
newel post of the dilapidated stairs
the floor dropped from under his feet
and he was precipitated into the cellar.
This tenement belonged to the
Black Hundred; it concealed a thou
sand doors and a hundred traps. Its
history was as dark as its hallways.
When Vroon and his companion,
who had been waiting for him, de
scended into the cellar they found the
reporter Insensible. They bound, blind
folded, and gagged him quickly.
"Saunders," said Vroon, "you tell
Corrlgan that I've a sailor for him to
night, and that I want this sailor
booked for Bomewhere south of the
equator. Tell him to say to,the ma3-
7l
ter that this fellow Is ugly and diso
bedient A tramp freighter, whose
captain is a bully. Do you understand
me?"
"I get you. But there's no need to
go to Corrlgan this trip. Bannock Is
In port and sails tonight for Norway.
That's far enough."
"Bannock? The very man. Well,
Mr. Norton, reporter and amateur de
tectlvo, I guess we've got you fast
enough this time. You may or may
not come back alive. Go and bring
around a taxi; some one you can
trust. I'll dope the reporter while
you're gone.
Long hours afterward Norton
opened his aching eyes. He could hard
ly move and his head buzzed abomi
nably. What had happened? What
was the meaning of this slow rise and
fall of his bed? Shanghaied?
"Come out o' that now, ye skulk
er!" roared a voice down the com
panionway. "Shanghaied!" the reporter mur
mured. He sat up and ran through
his pockets. Not a sou-markee, not a
match even; and a second glance told
him that the clothes he wore were not
his own. "They've landed me this
time. Shanghaied! What the devil
am I going to do?"
"D'ye near me'?" bawled the stri
dent voice again.
Norton looked about desperately for
seme weanon of defense. Hn Raw an
engineer's spanner on the floor by the '
bunk across the way, and with no '
small physical effort he succeeded in
obtaining it. He stood up, his hand be
hind his back.
"All right, me bucko! I'll come
down an' git ye!"
A cair of enormous hnntjt heirnn
to appear down the companionway,
ana mere graauauy rose up irom
them a man as wide as a church door
and as deep as a well.
"Wait a moment," said Norton, grip
ping the spanner. "Let us have a per
fect understanding right off the bat."
"We're going t' have it, matey.
Don't ye worry none."
Norton raised the spanner, lnd,
dizzy as he was, faced this seafaring
Hercules courageously.
"I've been shanghaied, and you
know it. Where are we bound?"
"Copenhagen."
"Well, for a month or more you'll
beat me up whenever the opportunity
offers. But I merely wish to warn you
that if you do you'll find a heap of trou
ble waiting for you the next time you
drop your mudhook in North Amer
ica." "Is that so?" said the giant, eying
the spanner and the shaking hand that
held it aloft
"It is. I'll take your orders and do
the best I can, because you've got tho
upper hand. But, God Is witness,
you'll pay for every needless blow you
strike. Now what do you -want me to
do?"
"Lay down that spanner an' come
on deck, I'll tell ye what t' do. I was
goin' t' whale th' daylights out o' ye;
I t ye're somethln av a man. Drop
the spanner first"
Norton hesitated. .As lithe as a ti
ger the bulk of a man sprang at him
and crushed him to the floor, wrench
ing away the spanner. Then the giant
took Norton by the scruff of his neck
and banged him up the steps to the
deck.
"I ain't goin' f hurt ye. I b& t
show ye that no spanner ever bothered
Mike Bannock. Now, d' know what
a cook'B galley is?" m
"I do," said Norton, breathing hard.
"Well, hike there an' start' In Tvjth
peelin' spuds, an' don't waste 'em
neither. That'll be all fer th' present
Ye were due for a wallopln' but I
klnda like yer spunk."
So Jim stumbled down to the cook's
gallery and grimly set to work at the
potatoes, it might have been far
worse. But here he was, likely to bo
on tho high seas for months, and no
way of notifying Jonee what had hap
pened. Tho outlook was anything but
cheerful. But a vague hope awoke In
his heart If they were still after him
might It not signify that Florence
lived. '
Meantime Braine had not been Idle.
According to Vroon the girl's memory
was in bad shape; so he had not the
least doubt of bringing her back to
New York without mishap. Once he
had her there the game would bef.tn
in earnest He played his cards, ex
ceedingly well. 3teamlng up into tile
little fishing harbor with a handsome
yacht In itself would allay 'any dis
trust And he wore a capital disguise, '
too. Everything went well till he
laid bis hand on Florence's shoulder.
She gave a startled cry and ran over
to Barnes, clinging to him wildly.
"No, no!" she cried.
"Now what, my child?" asked the
sailor.
She shook her head. Her aversion
was Inexplicable.
"Come, my dear; can't you see that
it is your father?" Bialne turned to
the captain. "he has been like this
for a year. Heaven knows if she'll
ever be in her right mind again,"
sadly. "I was giving her an ocean
voyage, with tho kindest nurses pos
sible, and yet she Jumped overboard. I
Come, Florence."
The girl wrapped her arms all the
tighter around Barnes' neck.
An idea came into the old sailor's
head. "Of course, sir, y've got proof
thet she's your daughter?" I
"Proof?" Braine was taken aback.
"Yes; somethln' t prove that you're
her father. I got skinned out of a
sloop once because I took a man's
word at its face value. Black an'
white, an' on paper, saye I, horeafter."
"But I neve? thought of such a
thing' protested Braine, beginning
to lose his patience. "I can't risk
sending to New York for documents.
She Is my daughter, and you will find
it will not pay to take this peculiar
stand."
"In black an' white, 'r y' can't have
her."
Braine thereupon rushed forward to
seize Florence. Barnes swung Flor
ence behind him. I
"I guess she'll stay here a Ieetlo
longer, sir."
Time was vital, and this obstinacy
made Braine furious. He reached
again for Florence.
"Clear out o' here, 'r show your au
thority," growled Barnes.
"She goes with me, or you'll re
gret it."
"All right. But I guess th' law
won't hurt me none. I'm In my rights.
There's the door, mister."
"I refuse to go without her!"
Barnes sighed. He was on land a
man of peace, but there was a limit
to his patience. He seized Braine by
the shoulders and hustled him out of
the house.
"Bring your proofs, mister, an'
nothin' more'll be said; but till y'
bring 'em, keep away from this cot
tage." And, simple-minded sailor that -he
was, he thought this settled the mat
ter. That night he kept his eare open for
unusual sounds, but he merely wasted
his night's rest. Quite naturally, he
reckoned that the stranger would
make his attempt at night Indeed,
he made it in broad daylight, with
Barnes not a hundred yards away,
calking a dory whose seams bad
sprung aleak. Braine had Florence
upon the chartered yacht before the
old man realized what had happened.
He never saw Florence again; but one
day, months later, he read all about
her in a newspaper.
Florence fought; but she wae weak,
and so the conquest was easy. Braine
was kind enough, now that he had
her safe. He talked to her, but she
merely stared at the receding coast
"All right; don talk if you don't
want to. Here," to one of the men,
"take her to the cabin and keep her
there. But don't you touch her. I'll
break you if you do. Put her in the
cabin and guard the door; at least
keep' an eye on It She may take It
Into her head to Jump overboard."
Even,the temporarily demented are
not without a species of cunning.
Florence had never seen Braine till
he appeared at the Barnes cottage. Yet
she revolted at the touch of his hand.
On tho second day out toward New
York she found a box of matches and
blithely eet fire to her cabin, walked
out into the corridor and thence to
the deck. When the fire was discov
ered it had gained too much headway
to be stopped. The yacht was doomed.
They put off In the boats and for half
a day drifted helplessly.
Fate has everything mapped out Ilka
a game of chess. You moye a pawn,
and bang goes your bishop, or your
knight, or your king; or she lets you
almost win a game, and then check
mate's you. But there' Is one thing to
be said In her favor rail at her how
we will, she is always giving odds to
the innocent.
Mike Bannock was in the pilothouse,
looking over his charts, when the look
out In the crow's nest sang out: "Two
boats adrift off the port bow, sir!" And
Bannock, who was a first-class sailor,
although a rough one, shouted down
tho tube to the engine room, The
freighter came to a halt In about ten
minutes. The castaways saw that they
bad been noted, and pulled gallantly
at the oars. ,
There are some things which sci
ence, well advanced as It Is, cannot
explain. Among them Is the shock
which cuts off the past and the coun
tershock which reawakens memory,
They may write treatise after treatise
and expound, but they never succeed
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"Girl, I Love You Better Than Life."
In truly getting beyond that dark wall
of mystery.
At the sound of Jim Norton's voice
and at the sight of his face for sub
consciously she must have been think
ing of him all the while a great blind
ing heat-wave seemed to burn across
her eyes, and when the effect passed
away she was herself again. A wild
glance at her surroundings convinced
her that both she and her lover were
in danger.
"keep back," whispered Jim. "Don't
recognize me."
"They believe that I've lost my
mind, and I'll keep that idea in their
heads. Sometime tonight I'll find a
chance to talk to you."
It took a good deal of cautious ma
neuvering to bring about the meeting.
"They shanghied me. And I thought
you dead! It was all wrong. It was
a trick of that Perigott woman, and it
succeeded. Girl, girl, I love you better
than tlfe!"
"I know it now," she said, and bub
kissed him. "Has my father appeared
yet?"
"No."
"Do you know anything at all about
him?" sadly.
"I thought I did. It's all a Jumble
to mo. But beware of the man who
brought ynu here. He ts the head of
all our troubles; and if he knew I waa
on board he'd kill me out ot hand.
He'd have to."
Braine olfered Bannock $1,000 to
turn back as far as Boston; and as
Bannock had all the time in the world,
carrying no perishable goods, he con
sented. But he never could quite un
derstand what followed. He had put
Florenca and Braine In the boat and
landed them; but when he went down,
to see if Braine had left anything b
hlnd, he found that Individual bound
and gagged In his bunk.
(To be continued)
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by r.U Prusslcts.
Take nail's Family PIUs for constipation.
"Don't keep pestering me.'1
"Then you won't marry me ?"
"I.wouldn't even be engaged to you
at a summer resort.,1 Louisville Courier-Journal.
Shoe Polishes
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