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THE DAILY CAPIT i JOVENAL, SALEM, OEEGON, .-ATURDAT, 23, 1911.
SEVEN IIUOM BDLLAP MYSTiPYtkddiacGkth $10ft00 FOR 100 WORDS. " Tkt Jiltioa Dollar Mystery " for Kill run for ttotnty-ttco consecutive soeck! in this paper. By an arrangement tcith tht Tkanhouser Film company it ka$ been mailt possible not only to read tkt itory in thit paper but alio to tea it each tceek in tkt rariout Marina picture theaters. For tha solution of tkit mystery itory i 10,000 will be piien. COXDITIOSS GOTEliSlXO TUB y COSTKtST. Tha priie of tlO.ouO tcill bt scon by tkt man, teaman, or child uho teritet the moit acceptable solution of tkt myitery, from ichich the latt tiro rtelt of motion picture drama Kill be made and tha latt lira chapters of tha itory Kritten by Uarold Macdrath. Solutions may bt tent to tha Than kouser Film corporation, either at Chicago or Sew York, any time up to midnight, Deo. li. This alloict four Keeks after tht first appearance ol the last film releases and three tceckt after the last chapter is published in this paper in tckivh to submit solutions. ' A board of three iudrret Kill determine ichich of tho many solutions recciccd is tht most acccptuble. The judgme t of thil hoard Kill be absolute and final. Xothing of a literary nature Kill bo considered in the decision, nor given any preference in the selection of the trimier of the $10,000 pri. , The last tiro rreoj, uhich Kill give th iat acceptable solution to the mys ten. Kill be presented in the theaters ha i n this feature as soon as it is pos sib -- to produce the same. The story corre sponding to these motion pictures icill at pe r in the newspaper coincidentally, or as -ooii after the appearance of the pic turn as practicable. ' With the lost tico rci's irif 6r ioir,t Ihc pictures of the trin vr. his or her home, and ot'er interesting juUroi, It is understood ihat the etcs pa", rs, so far as practicable, priiifinj tlv lti.it tiro chapters of the story by liar old Macdrath, will also show a picture of the successful contestant. Solutions to the mimicry must not be tiii.-o 100 icords long. Here are to-as questions to be kept in mind in carmition uith the mystery as an aid to a d ilution : 0 IWhat becomes of the t. lllionairrT o.2-What becomes of the $t, 000,000 1 o, J Whom does Florence marryt ;,. j1VAat become of the Russian c . I llifSt , : :,hodU connected either directhj or tn dirc'tly fith "The Million Dollar Mus ter i " trill be considered as a contestant. (ViNOI'SI OF IMUSVIOfS CHATTlillS. Stanley llurvrcave, lulllluunlre, alter a antrnculoue rivipe from the deu of tbe Kimir of brlliliiut thlcve'e knoivu n the li!tik Hundred, Urea the life of a recluae (or eighteen years. Hargreave one nlutit entcra a llroadnny reatauraut anil there cornea face to face with the Buuu'e leailer, limine. 1 After the mretlnK, during which U"l her nnn apparently recoajulzea the otuer, tlurajrcave liurrlea to hla ninuulfi-ri'i-t ltleri!nle home nnd ltiys plnua for making hla em-ape from the country. He writea a letter to the Klrla' school In Wew Jcrncy where eighteen yenra before be had niyaterloualy left on the dooratep hla lal)' daughter, Florence lirny. lie alao iiuya a Tlalt to the banner of a da -i. evil aviator. limine and membera of hla band aur rouui. iiurarrnTe'a home ot nitlht, but na they enter the bouae the nntchera out alde aee a balloon leave' the roof. The aafe la found eniptT the million which llartreuvc waa known to have drawn thnt day aa gone. Then aome one an nounced the balloon had been punctured and dropped Into the aen Florence arrlvea from the lrls achnol. I'rlnceaa Ulna, llralue'a companion, ln Ita her nnd clalma to be a relative. Two bogu detectivea call, but their plot la fo.u-il by Norton, a unvaunper man. II y brlhlnv the captain of the Orient Notion Inya a trap for Brnlne nod hla Bans. Prlueeaa OIn rlao vNlla the Orl ent'a captain ami Khe riially fnli Into the reporter'a anare. The plun provea nlior tlve tliroiiK'j Unilne'M Rood luck, nud only Mrellnes full Into the bande of the poller. Aftvr fnlllnit in their flrat ntlrntpt, the Black Hundred trap Florence. They auk her lor money, but ahe eacapca, asutu foliiuir them. cn.vrTF.it v. TUE PROBLEM OV THE SEALED BOX. "G ONE! " Jonfg kept iayins to himself that lie must strive to be cu'.m. to think, think. Despite all his warnings, tlie wnrnings of Norton, she lin.l tri.ked tliem und run away. It was denins- He wonted to rave, tear his hnfr, lireak thint's. He tramped the hall. It would be wasting time to snd for the police. Ther would only putter about fruitlessly. The Bla k Hundred knew how to arrauite these bductions. How had they succeeded iu doing It? No one had entered the house that day without bis being preiit. There had been no tele phone call lie had not heard the gist of, nor ny letters he had not first glanced over. How had they done It? Suddenly into hl mind flashed the remembrance of the enndls light under Florence's door the night before. In a dozen bounds he was In her room. Searching drawers, paper boxes, baskets. He fonnd nothing. He returned in despair to Snsao, who, during all this turmoil, had cat aa If frozen in her chair. "Speak!" he cried. "For God's Kike, nay something, think something! Those devils ore likely to torture her, hurt her!" He leaned against the wall, his head on his arm. When he turned again he was calm. He "walked with bent head toward the door, opened It and stood upon the threshold for space. Across the street a shadow stirred but .Tones did not see it Hi gaze was at tracted by something which shone dimly white on the walk just beyoud the steps. He ran to it. A crumpled letter, nnad dressed. He carried it back to the bouae, smoothed it out aud read its contents. Flor ence In her haste had dropped the letter. THAT NIGHT TUEttE AS A MEeTINO OF THB OaeANIZATlOr CAUuED THE BUCK HUWDBD L He clutched ot his hat, put It on and ral to Susan. "Here!" he cried, holding out an auto matic. " If any one comes in that you don't know, shoot! Don't ask questions, shoot!" "I'm afraid!" She breathed with difflculty. "Afraid?" he roared at her. ne pnt the weapon in her innd. It slipped and thudded to the llor. He stooped for it and slammed it into her lnp. " You love your life and honor. You'll know how to shoot when the time comes. Now, attend to me. K I'm not back here by 10 o'clock, turn this noto over to tho police. If you can't do that, then God help us all!" And with thnt be ran from the house. Susan eyed the revolver with growing terror. For what had she left the peace and quiet ot Miss Furlow'a: assassination, rob bcry, thieves, and kidnapers? She wanted to shriek, but her throat was aa dry aa paper. Gingerly she touched the pistol. Tho cold steel sent a thrill of fear over her. He hadn't told her how to shoot It! Two blocks down the street, up an alley, was tho garuge wherein Hargreave had beea wont to keep his car. Toward this Jonea ran with the speed of n track athlete. There might be half a dozen taxicaho about, but he would not run the risk of engaging any one ot them. The Black Hundred was cap able of anticipating his every movement. The shadow ncross the street stood unde cided. At length ho concluded to give Jones ten minutes iu which to return. If he did not return within that time, the watcher would go up to the drug store nnd telephone for instructions. But Jones did not come .back. "Where's Howard?" he demanded, "Hello, Jones; what's up?" " Howard, get that car out ct once." " Out she comes. Wait till I give her radia tor a bucket of wnter. Gee ! " whispered How ard, whom Har:r'ive often used as his chauf feur, "get on to hi: nil! First time I ever saw him nwnke. I wu.ider what's doing? Vou never know whut's Lack of those mummy faced hendwniters. . . . All right, Jones !" The chauffeur juinp'.d into the car and Jones took the seat lu..iile hiin. " Where to?" " Number T3 . . ." and the rest of !t trailed nwny, smothered in the violent thunder of the big six's engines. During the c.ir's Uiglit several policemen hailed it without success. Down this street, up that, round this coiner, fifty miles an hour; and all the while Jones shouted: "Faster, fuster ! " Within twelve minutes from the time it left the garage, the car stopped opposite to No. 73 Grove street, and Jouis got out. " Wait hero, Howard. If several men come rushing out, or I don't appear within ten min utes, lire your gun a couple of times for the police. I d.m't want them if we can nKinage without. They'd onl; bungle." "All right, Mr. Jones," said the chauffeur. He had, in the past quarter of an hour, ac quired a deep and kisting resKet for the butler chap. He was a regular fellow, for all bis brass buttons. As Jones reached tbe curb, Florence rams forth as if on invisible wings. Joner caught her by the arm. She flung him aside with a strength he had not dreamed existed in ber slim body. " Florence, I nm Jones ! " She stoppM, recognized him, and without a word ran across the street to the automobile and climbed into thctonneau. Jones followed immediately. "Home!" The car shot up the dimly lighted street, shone palely for n second under the corner lamp, and vanished. "Ab, child, child!" groaned the man at her side, all the tenseness gone from bis body. He was Jones again. Still she did not speak bi t stared r.head with unseeing eyes. No further reproach fell from the butler's lips. It was enough t'mt God had guided him to her at the appointed moment He felt assured that never again would she be drawn Into any trap. Toor child! What tad th;y aid to her, done to ber? How, in God's name, bad ahe escaped from them who never let anybody escape? Trcsently she would be come normal, and then she would tell him. ' " I found the lying note. You dropped it." " Horrible, horrible 1" she said almost ln audihly. "What did they do to yon?" " He said he was my father, , . He put his arms around me. , , And I . knew ! " "Knew what?" "That he lied. I can't explain.1 "Don't try!" Suddenly she laid her head against tht butler's shoulder and cried.. It was terrible to bear youth weep in this fashion. Jonea put his arm about her, patted her, jind tried to console her. ' " Horrible ! " she murmured between the violent hiccoughs. "I was wrong, wrong 1 Forgive me! " Unconsciously the arm sustaining her drew her closer. " Never mind," ho consoled. " Tell no one what has happened. Go about as usual. Don't let even Susan know. Whatever your poor father did was for your sake. Ho wanted you to be happy, without a care In the world. " I promise." And gradually the sobs ceased. "But I feel so old, Jones, so very old. t threw over the lamp. I threw a chair through the window. They thought that It was I who had jumped out. That gave me the neces sary time. I don't understand how I did it I wasn't frightened at nil till I gained the' street." They found Susan still seated in the chair, the uutomntic in her lap. She had not moved in all this time! Braine paced the apartment of the Princess Terigoff. From the living room to the boudoir and back, fully twenty times. From the divan Olga watched him nervously. He was like a tiger, fresh in captivity. A.' nt once he paused in front of her. "Do you realize what that mere chit did?" "I do." "Planned to the luinute. We bad her; seven of us ; doors lowed, and all that No weeping, no wailing; I could not understand then, but 1 do now. It's in the blood. Har greave was as peaceful as a St. Bernard dog, till you cornered him, nud then he was a lion. O, the devil! Slipped out of my fingers like an eel. And across the street, Jones in n racer! I never paid any particular at tention to Jones, but frtm now on I shall. The girl may or may not know where the money is, but Jones does, Jones does ! Two men shnll watch. Felton on the street and Orloff from ihc window's of t'..3 t'eserted house. With opera glasses he will he able to take note of all that happens in the house during the day. He will be able to see the girl's room. And that's the important point. It was a goi:d plan, little woman; and It would have been plain sailing if only we had remembered that the girl wns Hargreave's r'augbter. He very careful hereafter when you call on ber. A nicht like this will Lave made her sus picious of every one. Our hope lies with you. Anything on your mind?" " Yes. Why not insei a personal in the Herald?" She drew son writing paper to ward her and scribbled a few words. He rend : " Florence the hiding place is discovered. Itemovc it to a more secret spot at once. S. H." He laughed and shook bis head. " I'm afraid that will never do." " If she reads it, Jones w ill. The nun w ith the opera glasses mny sec something. There's a chance Jones might become worried." "Well, we'll give it a chance." It wus midnight when he made his depar ture. As he stepped into the street, he glanced about cautiously. On the corner he saw a policeman swinging his night (ti.-k.. Otherwise the street wns deserted. Hraine proceeded jauntily down the etiec- And yet, from the dtirkened doors of the bouse ncross the way, the figure of a man emerged and stood contemplating Ihc win dows of the Perigoff apartment. Suddenly tht lights went out. The watcher made 'no effort to follow Braine. The knowledge he was after did not necessitate any such pro cedure. Of course, Florence read the " personal." She took the newspaper at once to Junes, who smiled grimly. f f .4 ' - it v. ' li ft 113 VlV ? --t4' ' '! ' v i '-- ' " . ' X'' ?! ri fy - j 1 - i , - If nU V's ffh Ci I I ' ' I ' ' ' ' ' Xw. ' Li I . , . Hi I fcss;f. r ' " ; . , ' 1 yB : NEXT."AFTER400c4 " TMB : " You see, I trust yon." , " And so long as you continue to trust ma no hurm will befall you. You were left la my care by your father. I am to guard you at the expense of my life. Last night's affair was a miracle. The next time you will not find it so easy to escape." Nor did she. "There will be no next time," gravely. " But I am going to ask you a direct ques tion. Is my father alive.'" The butler's brow puckered. " I have prom ised to my nothing, one way or th other." She laughed. " Why do you luugh? " " I laugh because it he were dead there would be no earthly reason for your not say ing so nt once. But I hate money, the name of it, the sound of it, the sight-of it. It Is at the bottom of all wars and crimes. I de spise it 1 " "The root t.f all evil. Yet it performa many noble deeds. But never mind the money. Let us give our attention to this personal. Doubtless It originated in tbe sume mind which conceived the letter. Your father would never have Inserted such a personal. What! Give his enemies n chance to learn his secret? No. On the other hand I vant you to show this persooul to all you met toda., Susan, the reporter, to everybody. Talk about it. Say thnt you wonder what you shnll do. Trust no one with your real thoughts." " Not even you, Mr. Jones," thought the girl ns she undo -d. "And tell them that you showct. it to me aud thnt 1 appeared worried." Thnt night there was ;. meeting of tbe or ganization culled the Black Hundred. Braine asked if any one knew what the Hargreave butler looked like. "I hod a glimpse of bin the other night; but being unprepared, I might not recognize him again." Vroon described ."ones minutely. Braine could almost sec the portrait. " Vroon, that memory of yours Is worth a lot of money," wns his only comment. ." I hope it will be worth more soon." " I believe 111 be abb to recognize Mr. Jones if I see him. Who Is be and what 1 he?" "Ho has been with Hargreave for fourteen yeurs. There was a homicidal case in which Jonea was active. Hargreave saved him. lie is fiiithful and uncommunicative. Money will not touch him. If be does know where that million is, hot Irons could not make him own up to It. The only way is to watch him, fol low hlin, wnlt for tbe moment when hell grow careless. No man Is always on bis mettle; he lets up Booner or later." " He is being watched, us you know." Vroon nodded approrlngly "The captain of the trump steamer Orient, oy tbe way, was seen with a roll of money. He was in one of tbe water front saloons, braggiot bow be bad hoodwinked some one." "Did be say where he'd got the cash?" asked Braine. "They tried to pump hiui on that, but be shnt up. Well, wt hare agreed that Felton ball watch from the street nnd Orloff from the window. Orloff will whistle it b sees Jones removing anything from any of the rooms. The rent will be left to Felton." " And, Felton, my friend," sal-' Itraine soft ly he always spoke loftiy when he was in a deadly hunioi? " Felton, you slept on duty the other night. Hnrgreavc stole up, con sulted Jones, and got Lway niter knocking me down. Tho next failure will nuuu short shrift. He warned ! " " I saw only you, sir. So help nie. I was not asleep. I saw you run down the street after the taxicab. I did uot sve any one else." Braine shrugged. " ltcnieinher what I said." Felton bowed respectfully nnd made his exit. He wished in his soul that he might some day rntch the master mind free of his eternal mask. It was an iron hand which ruled them and thorn were friends of his (Felton's) who had mysteriously vunislicd after a brief period of rebellion. The boss was a swell; prob ably belonged to clubs and soelvty which be nilroitly pilferred. Tho orgiinizullon always had money. Whenever there was a desperate job to be undertaken, Vroon simply poured i PG1MCES9 CAUL.BTJ UPOH FUOKENtE out the money necessary to promote it. When ever Braine and Vroon beenmo engaged Id earnest conversation they talked Sluv. Braine was never called by name bore; the boss, sim ply that. Well, 10 per cent of million was a hun dred thousand. This would be equnlly divided between tho second ten of the Black Hun dred. Another 10 per cent would go to eighty members; the balance would be divided be tween Vroon and the hots. But his soul re belled at being ordered about like so much dirt under another mnn'a feet. Ho would take his ten thousand t.nd make, the grand get away. Tho next afternoon the princess called upon Florence. Nothing was said about tho ad venture, nnd this fact created a vague unrest In the schcmlug womiiii's mind. She realized thnt she must pluy her ards moro carefully than ever. Not the least distrust taunt ho permitted to enter tho child's head. Once that happened good-by to the wordcrftil emeralds. Wax it that she Milly craved the stone? Was It not rather a venoia acquired from the knowledge that this child's mother had won what she herself, with all ber cleverness, was not sure of Brnlne's love? Did he reully care for herpr was she only the catspaw to pluck his hot chestnuts from the lire? When Florence showed her the " personal," her vague doubts became Instantly disputed. The child would not have shown her tbe newspaper bad there been any distrust on her part. "My child, your father Is alive, then?" animatedly. "Wo don't know," sadly. " Why, I should s.ny that this proves it." "On tbe contrary, it proves notlrng of the sort, since I have yet to discover a treasure la this honse. I have hunted in every nook, drawer; I've searched for panels, looked in trunks for false bottoms. Nothing, nothing I Ah, If I could only find It!" "And what would you do with it?" " Take it at once to aome bank and offer the whole of it tor the safe return of my father, every penny of it. I don't know what to do, which way to turn," tears gathering in her eyes and they were genuine tears, too. "There are millions In stocks and bonds and I cannot touch a penny of It because tho legnl documents have not been found. I can't even prove that I am his duugbter, except .'or half an old bracelet, and my father's lawyers say that that would not hold In any court." " You were born In St. Petersburg, my dear. Have tbe embassy there look up the birth registers." "That would not put me Into possession. Nothing but the return of my father will 1 avail me. And there's horrible thought al ways of my not being his real daughter." "There's no doubt in my mind. I have . only to recall Katrina'a face to know whose child you are. But what will you live on?" Here wns a fur greater niliup than she had calculated upon. Supposing after all it was only a resemblance, that the child was not Hargreave's, a substitute just to blind the Black Hundred? To keep them away front the true daughter? Her mind grew bewil dered over such possibilities. Tbe single and only way to settle ull doubts waa to make this child a prisoner. If shi was Hargreave's true daughter he would come out of bis hiding. She heard Florence answering her ques tion : " There Is a sum ot ten or twelve thou rand in the Hiverdule bank, under the control of my father's butler. After that is (one, I dou't know what will happen to us, Susan and inc." "The door of Miss Farlow's will always be open to you, Florence," replied Susun, with love iu her eyes. This interesting conversation wns Interrupt ed by (he advent ot Norton. Ue was always dropping in during the late afternoon hours. Florence liked him for two reasons. One was that Jones trusted hun to a certain extent and the other wus that . . . that she liked him. She finished this sentence in bet Imirt defiantly. . Today he brought her a box of beautiful roses, and nt the sight of them the prince.- smiled faiutly. Set the wind iu that quartet ? She could have laughed. Here was her re- venge against this meddler who took no par ticular notice of her while Florence was in the room. She would encourage him, poor grubbing newspaper writer, with his beggarly pittance I Wbut chance bad he of marrying thil girl with millions within reach of her hand? The peculiar thing about this was that Nor ton wus entertaining the same thought ut tho same time: what earthly chance bad he? In the second story window of tha house over the way there waa a worried man. But when his grasses brought in range the true contents ot the box be laughed sardonically. "This watching is getting my gout I smell a rat every time I see a shadow." Ho wiped the lenses of his op-ra glasses and pro ceeded to roll a clgaret. When tbe princess and Norton went away Jones stolo quietly up to Florence's room and threw up the curtain. Two round points of light flashed from the watcher's window, but the saturnine smile on Jones' lips was not observed. He went to the door, opened it cautiously, a hand to his ear. Then he closed the door, turned back the rug and removed n section of tbe flooring. Out of this cavity be raised a box. There vns lettering on the lid; In fact, the name ot its owner, Stanley Har greave. Jones replaced the flooring, tucked the box under his arm red made his exit The man lounging in tha shadow beard a faint whistle. It was the signal agreed upon. The man Felton ran across the street and boldly rang the bell. It was only then that Florence missed the ever present butler. She hesitated, then sent Susan to tbe door. " I must see Mr. Jonea upon vitally im portant business." " He has gone out," guld Susan, and .very sensibly closed the door before Felton's toot succeeded in getting insido. It was time to act He ren around to the renr. The ladder convinced him that Jones had tricked him. He was wild with rage. He was over the wall in an Instant. Away down the back street his eye discovered his man in full flight. ' He gave chase. As be mine to the first corner he was nearly knocked over by a man coming the other way. "Who are you bumping into?" growled Felton. "Not so fast, Felton!" "Who the devil are you?" The stranger made a sign which Felton In stantly recognized. "Quick! What has happened?" " Jones has the million und is making his gctuway. 8 co him biking toward tlo water front?" The two men began to run. There followed a thrilling chase. Jones engaged a motorboat and it was speeding sea ward when the two pursuers arrived. They were not laggard. There was another boat and they made for it. " A hundred If you overtake that bout," said Felton's strange companion. Felton eyed him thoughtfully. There was something familiar about that voice. Great plumes of water shot up Into the air. It did not prove a short race by any means. It took haLf an hour for the pursuer to over haul the pursued. "Is that Jones?" "Yes." Felton fired hi: revolver Into the air In hopes of terrifying Jones' engineer j but there was five hundred dungllng before that individual's eyes. "Let them get a little nearer," shouted the butler. The engineer let down the speed a notch. Tbe other boat crept up within twenty yards. Jones sought a perfect range. He would have to Mud this spot again. " Surrender ! " yelled Telton. In reply Jones raised tLo precious box and deliberately dropped It into the sea. Than be turned bis automatic upon his pursuers and succeeded in setting their boat afire. All this within the space of an hour. Dur ing dinner that night (there waa now a cook) Jones walked about tho dining table, rubbing bis hands together from time to time. "Jones," said Florence "why do you ru your hands like that?" " Wm I rubbing my bands, Miss Florence? " be asked innocently. (TO BE CONTIXUKD.l