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it ffi 9 "UNTIL I COME TO YOU AS—" CHAPTER I A Financier Dies. Gabriel Warden—capitalist, railroad director, owner of mines and timber lands, at twenty a cow-puncher, at forty-eight one of the predominant tnen of the Northwest eo ist—paced with quick, uneven steps the great wicker-furnished living room of his home just above Seattle on Puget sound. Twice within ten minutes he had used the telephone in the hall to receive the same reply—that the train from Vancouver, for which lie had in quired, had come In and that the pas sengers had left the station. It was not like Gabriel Warden to Show nervousness of He went up the stairs, Kondo no ticed. still absently holding his watch in his band. Warden controlled his nervousness before entering his wife's room. She talked with him casually for a mo ment or so before she even sent away her maid. When they were alone, she suddenly saw that he had come to her to discuss some serious subject. "Cora," he said, when he had closed the door after the maid, "I want your advice on a business question." "A business question!" She was greatly surprised. He was one of those men who believe all business matters should be kept from their wives. "I mean it came to me through some business—discoveries." "And you cannot decide It for your self?" "I had decided It." He looked again at his watch. "I had quite decided It but now— It may lead to some result which I have suddenly felt that I haven't the right to decide entirely for myself." Warden's wife for the first time felt alarmed. "You mean it affects me directly?" He seized both her hands in his and held her before him. "Cora," he said, "what would you have me do If you knew I had found out that a young man—a man who. four or five years ago. had as much to live for as any man ml/,M—had been outraged in every right by men who are my friends? Would you have me fight the outfit for him? Or would you have me—lie down?" She stared at him with only prl*' .' then she was proud of his strength, of his ability to fight, of the power fihe knew lie possessed to force his nvay against opposition. "Why, you would fight them!" "you want me to fight them?" "Of course." •"No matter what It costs?" She realized then that what he wa» facing was very grave. "Cora." Iu» said. "1 didn't come to «sk your advice with-vjt putting this squarely to you. If go into this fight, shall be not only an opponent to some of my present friends I shsill be a threat to them—something they *'ir think ll necessary to remove." She caught at his hand. "No no!" she cried. "You must get as far away as you can before they come! I'm going back to meet and hold them." She threw the car into the reverse, bached and turned it and brought it again onto the road. He came beside her again, putting out his hand she seized it. Her hands for an instant clung to it, his to hers. "You must go—quick!" she urged "but how am I to know what becomes of you—where you are? Shall I hear from you— shall 1 ever see you "No news will be good news," he said, "until—" 'H "Until what'-" "Until—" A11 again that unknown something which a thou sand times—it seemed to her—had checked his word and action to ward her made him pause but nothing could completely bar them from one another now. "Until they catch and destroy me, or— until I come to you as—as you have never known me yet!" What a situation! Here are two young people, obviously in with each other. The girl is aiding the man to escape. Yet the man is virtually a prisoner on the country estate of her father, who is try ing to solve a most complicated and baffling mystery which concerns them all. For the man is suspected of a murderous attack on the girl's blind father. Moreover, he is apparently connected with a previous murder. And, finally, he has just taken part in a midnight encounter in the girl's home in which a relative has been shot to death. In addition the man is using an assumed name and will not tell who he is or what is his purpose. But the girl—who is a nice girl—knows with love's prescience that the man is worthy and dares to put her faith to the test. Love, mystery, action, a deep wrong righted, the confounding of the wicked—what more is needed for a good story? The authors are William MacHarg and Edwin Balmer, those inter esting Chicago brothers-in-law who separately and together have won the reading public. any sort Kondo, the Japanese doorman, who therefore had found something strange in his telephoning, watched hlni through the portieres which shut off he living room from the hall. Warden iurned suddenly and pressed the bell to call a servant. Kondo •entered the room: he noticed then (that Warden's hand, which was still holding the watch before him, was shaking. "A young man who may, or may not, give a name, will ask for me in a few moments. He will say he called by appointment. Take him at once to my smoking room, and I will see him there. I am going to Mrs. War den's room now." Iotc She cried out, "You mean someone might kill you?" "Should that keep me from going In?" She hesitated. He went on: "Would you have me afraid to do a thing that ought to be done, Cora?" "No," she said "I would not." "All right, then. That's all I had to know now. The young man is com ing to see me tonight, Cora. Probably he's downstairs. Til tell you all 1 can after I've talked with him." He went directly downstairs as he passed through the hall, the telephone bell rang. Warden himself answered it. Kondo overheard Warden's end of the conversation. Apparently the other person wished to see Warden at once. Warden finished, "All right I'll come and get you. Wait for me there." Then he hung up. Turning to Kondo,' he ordered his car. Kondo transmitted the order and brought Warden's coat and cap then Kondo opened the house door for him and the door of the limousine, which had been brought under the porte cochere. The chauffeur was Patrick Corboy, a young Irishman who had been in Warden's employ for more than five years his faithfulness to Warden was never questioned. Cor boy drove to the place Warden had directed. As they stopped, a young As They Stopped, a Young Man of Less Than Medium Height, Broad shouldered, and Wearing a Mackin tosh, Came to the Curb and Spoxe to Warden. man of less than medium height broad-shouldered, and wearing a mackintosh, came to the curb and spoke to Warden. Corboy did not hear the name, but Warden immedi ately asked the man into the car he directed Corboy to return home. The chauffeur did this, but was obliged on the way to come to a com'plete stop several times, as he met street-cars or other vehicles on Intersecting streets. Almost immediately after Warden had left the house, the doorbell rang and Kondo answered it. A young man with a quiet and pleasant hearing in quired for Mr. Warden and said he came by appointment. Kondo ushered him into the smoking room, where the .stranger waited. In about forty mln utes, Corboy drove the car under the porte-cochere again and got down and opened the door. There was no mo tion Inside the limousine. The chauf feur looked in and saw Mr. Warden lying back quietly against the cush ions In the back of the seat he was alone. -:\yyts •*.- .?•?. v. .« Kit at: i-^r v,-li~ .'! vv ,:V .: |i:-Xp-- V? v"ii misi i^ JP lind Man Eyes By William MacHarg, Edwin Balmer Corboy noticed that the curtains all about had been pulled down he touched the button and turned on the light at the top of the car, and then he saw that Warden, was dead his cap was off, and the top of his head had been smashed by a heavy blow. The chauffeur drew back, gasping: Kondo, behind him on the steps, cried out and ran Into the house calling for help. Two other servants and Mrs. Warden, who had remained nervously in her room, ran down. The stranger who had been waiting, now seen for the first time by Mrs. Warden, came out from the smoking room to help them. He aided in taking the body from the car and helped to carry it into the living room and lay It on a couch he remained until it was cer tain that Warden had been killed and nothing could be done. When this had been established and further con firmed by the doctor who was called. Kondo and Mrs. Warden looked around for the young man—but he was no longer .there. The news of the murder brought ex tras out upon the streets of Seattle, Tacoma and Portland at ten o'clock that night. Seattle, stirred at once at the murder of one of Its most promi nent citizens, stirred still further at the new proof that Warden had been a power in business and finance then, as the second day's dispatches from the larger cities came in, It stirred a third time at the realization—for so men said—that this was the second time such a murder had happened. Warden had been what was called among men of business and finance a member of the "Latron crowd" he had been close, at one time, to the great western capitalist Matthew La tron the properties in which he had made hl§ wealth, and whose direction and administration had brought him the respect and attention of other men, had been closely allied with or even included among those known as the "Latron properties" and Latron, five years before, had been murdered. La tron's murderer had been a man who called upon him by appointment, and Warden's murderer, it appeared, had been equally known to him, or at least equally recommended. Of this as much was made as possible In the sug gestion that the same agency was be hind the two. The statements of Kondo and Cor boy were verified It was even learned at what spot Warden's mur derer had left the motor unobserved by Corboy. Beyond this, no trace was found of hlni, and the disappearance of the young man who had come to Warden's house and waited there for three quarters of an hour to see him was also complete. CHAPTER II The Express Js Held for a Personage. Bob Connery, special conductor for the Coast division of one of the chief transcontinentals, was having late breakfast on his day off at his little cottage on the shore of Puget sound, when he was treated to the unusual sight of a large car stopping .before liis door. The chauffeur hurried from the car to the house with an envelope in his hand. Connery. meeting him at the door, opened the envelope and found within an order in the hand writing of the president of the rail road and over his signature. "Connery: "No. 5 being held at Seattle termi nal until nine o'clock—will run one hour late. This Is your authority to supersede the regular man as conduc tor—prepared to go throng': to Chi cago. You will facilitate every desire and obey, when pr,i'%'bte, any request even as to running of the train, which may be made by a passenger who will identify himself by a card from me. "II. R. JAUVIS." The conductor, accustomed to take charge of trains when princes, envoys, Presidents and great people of any sort took to travel publicly or privately, lingered the heavy cream-colored note paper upon which the order was writ ten and looked »jp at the chauffeur. The order was surprising enough even to Connery. Some passenger of extraordinary influence, obviously, was to take the train not only the hold ing of the transcontinental for an hour told this, but there was the fur ther plain statement that the passen ger would be incognito. Astonishing also was the fuct that the order was written upon private note-paper. There had been a monogram at tiie top of the sheet, but It had been torn off that would not have been if Mr. Jarvis had sent the order from home. Who could have had the president of the road call upon him at half past seven in the morning and have told Mr. Jarvis to hold the Kxpress for an hour? Connery was certain of the distinc tive characters of the president's hand handwriting. The enigma of the or der, however, had piqued him so that he pretended doubt. "Where did you get thin'?" he chal lenged the chauffeur. "From Mr. Jarvis." "Of course but where?" "Vou mean you want to know where he was?" Connery smiled quietly. If he hlm olf was trusted to be cautious and THE HOPE PIONEER circumspect, the chauffeur also plain ly was accustomed to be in the em ploy of one who required reticence. Connery looked from the note to the bearer more keenly. There was some thing familiar in the chauffeur's face —just enough to have made Connery believe, at first, that probably he had seen the man meeting some passenger at the station. "You are—" Connery ventured casually. "In private employ yes, sir," the man cut off quickly. Then Connery knew him it was when Gabriel War den traveled on Connery's train that the conductor had seen this chauf feur this was Patrick Corboy, who had driven Warden the night he was killed. But Connery, having won his point, knew better than to show It. "Waiting for a receipt from me?" he asked as if he had abandoned his curiosity. The chauffeur nodded. Connery took a sheet of paper, wrote on It, sealed It In an envelope and' handed It over the chauffeur, hastened back to his car and drove off. Connery whis tled softly to himself. Evidently his passenger was to be one' of the great men in eastern finance who had been brought west by Warden's death. As the car disappeared, Connery gazed off to the sound. The March"morning was windy and wet, with a storm blowing In from the Pacific. From Eliot bay reverberated the roar of the steam-whistle of some large ship signaling its intention to pass another to the left. The incom ing vessel loomed' ill' sight and showed the graceful lines, the single funnel and the white and1 red-barred flag of the Japanese line, the- Nippon Yusen Kaisha. Connery saw that it was, as he anticipated, the Tamba Maru, due two days before, having been delayed by bad weather over the Pacific. It would dock, Connery estimated, just in time to permit a passenger to catch the Eastern Express if that were held till nine o'clock. So, as he hastened to the car line, Connery smiled at him self for taking the trouble to make his earlier surmises. Old Sammy Seaton, the gateman, stood in his iron coop twirling a punch about his finger. Old Sammy's scheme of sudden wealth—everyone has a plan by which at iny moment wealth may arrive—was to recognize and ap prehend sotne wrongdoer, or some lost or kidnaped person for whom a great reward would be given. His position at the gate through which must pass most of the people arriving at the great Coast city, or wishing to depart from It, certainly was excellent and by constant and careful reading of the papers, classifying and memoriz ing faces, he prepared himself to take advantage of any opportunity. Sammy still awaited his great "strike." "Any one off on Number Five, Sam my?" Connery questioned carelessly as he approached. Old Sammy shook his head. "What are we holding for?" he whispered. "Ah—for them?" A couple of station-boys, overloaded with hand-baggage, scurried in from the street someone shouted for a trunk-truck, and baggagemen ran. A group of people, who evidently had come to the station in covered cars, crowded out to the gate and lined up to pass old Sammy. The gateman straightened importantly and scruti nized each persoq presenting a ticket. Connery inspected with attention the file at the gate and watched old Sam my also as each passed him. The first in line was a girl—a girl about twenty-two or three, Connery guessed. She had the easy, Interested air of a person of assured position. When Connery first saw her, she seemed to be accompanying the man who now was behind her but she of fered her own ticket for perusal at the gate, and as soon as she was through, she hurried on ahead alone. Connery was certain he did not know her. He noticed that old Sam my had held her at the gate as long as possible, as if hoping to recollect who she might be but now that she was gone, the gateman gave his atten tion more closely to the first man—a tall, strongly built man, neither heavy nor light, and with a powerful, pa trician face. His eyes were hidden by smoked glasses such as one wears against a glare of snow. Connery found his gaze following this man the conductor did not know him, nor had old Sammy recognized him but both were trying to place hini. He, unquestionably, was a raan to be known, though not more so than mnny who traveled in the transconti nental trains. A trim, self-assured man of thirty— his open overcoat showed a cutaway underneath—came past next, proffer ing the plain Seattle-Chicago ticket. An Englishman, with red-veined cheeks, f«jabjit:g, otunasy fingers and curious, interested eyes, Immediately followed. "Avery, I wish yuu to get into conversation with this Philip Eaton. It will probably be useful if you let Harriet taik with him, too." (TO Ba CONTINUED.) The KITCHEN CABINET its 11)22, Western Newspaper Union.) It you want to live In a kind -of a town Like the kincf of a town you like, Tou needn't slip your clothes in a grip And start on a Ions, long hike. You'll only find what you left behind. For there's nothing that's really new It's a knock at yourself when you knock your town. It iBn't your town—it'B you. EVERYDAY GOOD THINGS Those who have plenty of honey like to use It in cookery as the product keeps moist much longer than that made with sugar. Honey Cakes.— Melt one-fourth of a cupful of but ter and add one cupful of strained honey. Cool and add the grated rind of a lemon, one teaspoonful of lemon juice, two ounces of Bweet almonds blanched and chopped fine, one-fourth teaspoonful of mace, one-half teaspoonful of soda and two and one-half eupfuls of flour. Mix thoroughly, then set aside,, covered, In a cool place for twelve hours. Roll In a sheet one-half Inch thick, cut In squares and bake twenty minutes In a moderate' oven. When baked brush over the tops, with a thick sugar sirup. Apricot Cake.—Grate one-fourth of a cake of chocolate, take one-half cup ful of milk and the yolk of an egg. Cook together until thick. Allow this to cool, then add a tablespoonful of softened butter, one cupful of sugar, one-half cupful of milk, one teaspoon ful of vanilla, one and one-half eupfuls of flour and a teaspoonful of baking ppwder. Add one-half teaspoonful of soda to the flour. Mix and bake In layer cake pans. Spread with stewed, sifted, dried, or canned apricots. Cover the cake with a boiled frosting. Barbecued Ham.—Have the ham cut very thin and broil quickly op pan broil it. Arrange on a hot platter and add to the fat In the pan a teaspoonful of sugar, pne teaspoonful of made mus tard, a dash of red pepper and four tablespoonfuls of vinegar. Stir until bubbling hot, then pour over the ham and serve. Cottage Cheese Salad.—Take one cupful of cottage cheese, add one-half cupful of whipped cream to which two tablespoonfuls of any good salad dress ing have been added, stir and mix well Into the cheese. Mold or press Into cone-shaped forms with an Ice cream dipper and serve on lettuce with a little of the salad dressing on top. Give thanks ere stopping to deplore What seems to be a sorry lot Give thanks, and most devoutly, for Those many things which you have not. GOOD THINGS AND LEFT0VER8 A very dainty patty or meat ball may be prepared as follows: Take one cupful each of finely minced ham, mashed po tato and bread crumbs and one tablespoonful of milk mixed with a tea spoonful of dry mustard. Form Into balls, roll In crumbs, dip In egg and fry In deep fat. Curried Chicken.—Sea son a cupful or two of boiled rice with melted butter and a teaspoonful of curry powder. Arrange a baking dish with alternate layers of minced chicken and the rice with some chicken gravy. Have the rice at the bottom and on the top of the dish with a layer of chicken between. Dot with butter and put into a moderate even to become thoroughly hot. Shepherd's Pie.—Butter a small bread pan and line the bottom and sides with seasoned mashed potato. Fill with any cooked meat or fowl and cover with the mashed potato. Bake until the potato Is brown, turn out and serve on a hot platter garnished with parsley. Coconut Pie.—Take one cupful of milk, two tablespoonfuls of cornstarch, one-half cupful of sugar, one-half tea spoonful of lemon extract, the whites of four eggs. Put the milk into a double boiler and when boiling add one box of shredded coconut and the corn starch mixed with a little cold milk. Stir until well cooKSd. Add half of the beaten whites. Fill a baked shell with the mixture and cover with a meringue made fit the remaining whites. Return to the oven and' brown. Oatmeal Gems.—Soak two eupfuls of rolled oats over night in one and three quarters eupfuls of sour milk. Add one teaspoonful of soda, one teaspoonful of salt, one-half cupful of light brown sugar, one cupful of flour and two well-beaten eggs. 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