The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 4, 1914, Page 8

| THE MILLION DOLLAR MYSTE HIS is the second chapter of the great novel, “The Million Dollar ’ Mystery,” Harold MacGrath, which is to be printed exclusively in Seattle in The Se attle Star by an arrangeme Film The novel has been filmed, and is being shown by in with the Thanhouser company at the Colonial theatre. and you see it on the screen at the Colonial theatre. You read the story in The Star, best American authors. ” “Hearts and Mask MacGrath the He wrote “The Man on the Box “The Goose Girl,” “Deuces Wilk Kathlyn,” is one © very “The Adventures of and many other stories. And, besides all this, YOU GET A CHA WIN N THOU D DOLLARS. A prize of $10,000 will be won by the man, woman or child who writes the most acceptable solution of the mystery, from which the last two reels of motion picture . NCE TO say, Murphy, call up and have the river police look out for a new fangled airship. Your master may have been rescue turning to Jones. SYNOPSIS OF FIRST CHAPTER. ' Stanley Hargreave, millionaire, after a miraculous escape from the den of the gang of brilliant thieve known as the Black Hundred, |! the life of a recluse for 18 years. Hargreave one night enters a Broadway restaurant, and there e to face with the gang's “If I were only sure of that, str’ When the police took themselves off, es proceeded to act upon those plans laid down by Hargreave early that night. When this was done he sought his bed and fell the sleep of the exhausted. Hurgreave picked up Jones to stwre his fortunes, he had put his trust fn no ordinary man A dozen reporters trooped out to “ter to the giris’ school in New Jer- the Hargreave home, only to find ey, where 18 years before he had it deserted. And while they were mysteriously left on the doorstep pringing belis and tapping windows, “his baby daughter, Florence Gray./the man they sought was tramp- He also pays a visit to the hangar ing up and down the platform of of a daredevi! aviator. (the railway station Braine and members of his band Through all this time Norton, @urround = Hargreave' home at the reporter, Hargreave’s only night, but as they enter the house friend, slept the sleep of the just the watchers outside see a balloon and unjust. He rarely opened his ‘Teave the roof. The safe is found eyes before noon empty—the million which Har-| Group after group of passengers rs was known to have drawn) Jones eyed eagerly. Often, just as day gon he was in the act of approaching & couple of young women, some (Copyright, man would hurry up, and there would be kisses or handshakes At lepgth the crowd thinned, and then it was t he discovered a young |wirl perbaps 18, accompanied by a young womdh in the early 30's They had the appearance of eager- ly awaifing someone. Jones step- ped forward with a good deal of diffidence. You are waiting for someone?” Yes,” sald the elder woman ting, during which neither man apparently recognizes the other, Hargreave hurries to his magnificent Riverdale home and plane for making his escape the country. He writes a | 1914, Harold MacGrath.) CHAPTER il. The Master's Man Vroon faced Hargreave's butler , The one reason why made this man his Heuten- ‘Was because Vroon always fol- ag the letter of his Instructions _ to the final period; he never side- e d or added any frills or In- tions of his own, and because this very automatism he rarely | ~ ered into a trap. If he failed, ae | Ht was for the simple fact, that the| “A broken bracelet “master mind had overlooRed some! The distrust on both faces van-| ished instantly. The young girl's face brightened, her eyes sparkled | with suppressed excitement. | “You are * * © my father?”/ ‘@ssential detail, The organization | the Black Hundred was almost ly unknown to either the pub- or the polic: It,fa only when You fail that you are found out | “No, miss,” very gravely. “Lam > “The patrolman has been trussed | the butler. | like you,” began Vroon. “If they Let mé see your part of the bracelet,” said the young girl's) uardian, a teacher who had been} signed to this delicate task by | Miss Farlow, who could not bring | herself to say good-bye to Florence anywhere except at the school gates. The halves were produced and examined. I believe Florence.” “Let us hurry to the taxicab. We must not stand here.” him they will probably find But before that you will grow } and hungry. Where did Master put that mone: “He carried it with him.” “Why don’t you call for help?” “The houses on either side are| far away. I might yell till| y without being heard. | will have heard the pistol but Mr. Hargreave was al- Practicing in the backyard “The people in those two houses been called out of town. The) its aré off for the night.” “Very interesting,” replied Jones, trust him, we may | | I believe she died | |shortly after your birth. I have }been with your father but 14 years. , al “Your aatar te tens ” IT know but little of his life prior to| Jones’ chin sank upon his breast. | ‘at heart was heavy, heavier than od it had ever been before. “Your master left a wil y y did he leave me all these years without ever coming to see me? Why?" | “It is not for me, Miss Florence, | | to inquire into your father’s act. But He bas still three four | I do know that whatever he did was) , Sriitions in stocks and bonds.| sant fer the best. Your welfare he took to the bottom of the} ” 1 b was everything to him fea with im was his available “It ie all very strange,” said the girl, bewtlderediy. “Why didn’t he come to meet me instead of you?” Jones stared at his hands, miser-. ably. Why?"_she demanded. “I have thought of him, thought of him. He has hurt me with all this neglect, I expected to see him at the station, |to throw my arms.arourid his neck | and nd ns * forgive him!” Tears swam in her eyes as she spoke. } “Everything will be explained to you when we reach the house. But always remember this, Miss Flor ence: You were everything in this wide world to your father. You will never know the misery and loneli ness he suffered that you might not have one hour of unrest. What ure your plans?” he asked, abruptly of the teacher from Miss Farlow's. “That depends,” she answered, laying her hands protectingly over the girl's. “You could leave Miss Farlow’s on the moment?” “You.” about his “I know nothing a was his butler and Valet.” _ .. Vroon nodded. “Come, men; it is we took ourselves off. Put in order; close the safe. You | Door jackals, I always have to watch _ You for outbreaks of vandalism. Off you!” He was the last to leave. He long and searchingly who felt the burning gaze to meet it, lest the plot- ter see ne ves in his. The door . r fully an hour Jone: Histened but did not stir They ‘Were really gone. He pressed his feet to the floor and began to hitch the chair toward the table. Halt Way across the intervening space the crumpled in the chair, almost completely exhausted. He let a er of an hour pass, then made final attack upon the remaining istance. He succeeded in reaching the desk, but he could not have stir. Fed an inch farther. The hair on his head was damp with sweat and is hands were clammy “Then you will stay and be Miss| “The peace and happiness of that Whom do you wish to see,| When he felt strength returning, | Orence’s, companion jehild depend upon how you keep|madam?” stepping back Into the Ihe lifted the telephone off the hook | ail.” | Four wore. shadow with his teeth. . “What is my father’s name?” | That was sufficient for Norton.| “Miss Hargreave. I'm an old “Central, Central! Call the polic “Hargreave, Stanley Hargreave.”|“Your master knew me. He knew,| friend of her mother's.” to come to this number at eae The girl’s eyes widened in terror. also, that I am not a man who prom- There 1s no such person here.” Wo's house, Riverdale, Taji Suddenly she burst into a wild fren-|{ses ‘ightly. Now introduce me to » whom, then, does this hat be- them to break in.” zy of sobbing, her head against the | the daughter. long?” she asked, quietly She 7 oe shoulder of her erstwhile teacher, | With plain reluctance Jones went|waved her hand indolently toward “Where's your gag?” Jones appeared visibly shocked. | about the affair. Norton put a doz-|the hall rack ere wasn't any.’ What ts en perfunctory questions to the girl.| Jones’ lips tightened. “That be- “Then why didn't you yell tor|.W%,Tead the story in the news-| W he was in search of was not|longed to Miss Grey, a kind of pro: help?” F| paper,” sald the, elder woman, her|2€Ws, but the sound of the girl’s|texe of Mr. Margreave's.” “The thieves lured our neighbors |\°"", °e8 filling with tears, ‘“The|Volce. In that quarter of an hour] “Indeed! You have no objections Sway from town. The patrolman 20°" To have all her casties-| he felt his heart disturbed as it had}/to my seeing her? My maiden who walks this beat is bound and |'%*!T tumble down ike this! But| Hever before been disturbed |name was Olga Pushkin, cousin of | Based and is probably reposing | “St *Uthority have you to engage Now, Mr. Norton,” said Jones,| Katrina, wife of Stanley Hargreave sme?” sensibly. | gloomily, ill you be so kind as to/I am, if you will weigh the matter back of the billboard e ne oo in the next “Murphy, you watch this man While I make a call on the neigh bors,” said the officer who seemed to be in authority. When he re- turned he was frowning seriously “We'd better telephone to the pre. @inct to search for Dennison There's nobody at home in elther house and there's nobody back of |"#*® the Dillboards. Untie the man."| Said Jones as he put the docu When this was done, the officer | ment back in his pocket: “What is Said: “Now, tell ug what's hap-|¥oUr name?” Pened; and don’t forget any of the| usan Wane,” detat! | “Do you love this child Joues told a simple and convinc-|. “With all my heart, the poor, un story; it #0 simple and | happy bab feonvincing that the police belleved| “Thank you ft without question. | Inside the home he “Well, if that ain't the limit! pia |them through the gvarious rooms, you hear any autos outside?” |at the same time telling them what “1 don’t recollect,” said Jones,|bad taken place during the preced stretching his legs gratefully. |ing night “Why?” “They have not found his body?” “The auto bandits ,|asked Florence. “My poor, poor bank messenger today father!” Jones produced a document, duly signed by Hargreave, and witnessed and sealed by a notary, in which it was set forth that Henry Jones, butler and valet to Stanley Har |greave, had full powers of attorney “lin the event of his (Hargreave's) disappearance; in the event of his death, till Florence became of legal held up and got away with twenty thousand. When-| No.” ever @ man draws down a big sum| “Then he may be alive!” they seem to know about it. Andj| “Please God that he may!’ sald conducted | THE SEATT drama will be made and the last two chapters of the story written by Harold MacGrath Solutions may be sent to the Thanhouser Film cor- poration, either at Chicago or New York, any time up to midnight, December] They must bear postoffice mark not later than that date. This allows four weeks after the first appearance of the last film releases and three weeks after the last chap. ter is published in this paper, in which to submit solu tions. A board of three judges will determine which of the many solutions received is the most acceptable. Nothing of a literary nature will be considered in the decision The judges are to be Harold MacGrath, Lloyd Lon- ergan, author of the scenario, and Miss Mae Tinee of Chicago The last two reels, which will give the $10,000 prize winner's solution of the mystery, will be presented at “We shan't be scooped “If you can promise that, I don't care who works on the job. Will you be in the office tonight?” “If nothing prevents me.” the butler, with genuine plety, for! he had loved the man who had gone forth into the night so bravely and so strangely. “This is your roam Your father spent many happy hOurs here preparing {t for you.’ “Well, good-bye.” Tears came into the girl’s eyes| Norton filled his pipe, drew his again, and discreetly Jones left the |Chair to the window, and: stared at two alone. the great liner going down to “What shall I do, Susan? nb catiee aka teen ever shall I dot” ne ee SRG = ChudKIC bright morning he would have all “Be brave as you always are. I) New York by the ears, the police| will never leave you till you find) running round in circles, and th your father.” chiefa of the rival sheets t Florence kinsed thelr hair. What a story! <What is your oj columns on the first page, and two ler whole pages Sunday. * * “* And “T think w all of a sudden he ceased to smile absolutely and chuckle. Then Florence began exploring | ty the living room of the Prix the house. Susan followed her Oia Porigoff's apartment the mis closely. Florence peered bebind tran ny reading on the divan the mirrors, the pictures, in the There wes no cigaret between h drawers of the desk, in the book-| woi) shaped lips, for she was not the ‘onaee. accepted type of adventures. In wh fact, she was not an adventures ehild? m she was really the Princess Perigoff. | photograph of my father.” But Her mai name bad been Olga! she found none. More, there were|fesnkin: but more of that la no photographs of any kind to t When Braine came tn he found found in Stanley Hargreave's| nor dreaming with half closed home eyes. He flourished an evening When Norton awoke, he natural | 5°. oa ner ly went to the door for the morning | «Giga even the best of us make | papers which were always placed | jistakes. in a neat pile before the sill this” | What her fervently fon of the but may both trust him one t are you hunting for, Here, just glance over! yawned, gathered up the bundle,“ pie Russian ac the news Was about to climb back into bed,| naner and read the heading Indi when @ headline caught his dull! cated: “Aeronaut picked up far eye. Twenty-one minutes later, to) our at sea. Slips ashore from be precise, he ran up the steps Of! tramp steamer. Had five thousand the Hargreave home and rang the|in cash in his pockets.” bell. He was admitted by the tact “Hargreave escaped | turn Jones, to whom the reporter’ «not necessarily,” she replied. | had never paid any particular at-!«1¢ jt was Hargreave he would have | tention, Somehow Jones always}haq more than five thousand in managed to stand In shadows his pockets. My friend, I believe “I can add nothing to what has\i¢ an attempt to fool you; or it is already appeared in the new) another man entirely.” Sh papers,” replied Jones, as Norton) clicked her teeth with the tops of opened his batteries of Inquiries. her polished nails “Mr. Jonés, I have known your! “There are two young women !n/ mastee for several years, as you Will the house. What the deuce can| recollect. There never was & WOT-| that mean?” an in this house, not even among the! “Two young women? O! then| servants, There are two in the oth-| everything's as simple as daylight | And what) Katrina Pushkin, my cousin, had} }@ ebild.” | | “Child? Hargreave had a child?) “Weill, I can easily find out.” | What do you mean by keeping this| Jones barred his path, and for the) fact from me?” he stormed first time Norton gazed into the eyes/ “It was useless till this moment of the man servant. They were a8| He probably sent for her yester hard as gun metal. day; but In his effort to escape er room. Who aret are they doing here Jones shook his head ey “My dear Mr. Jones, you ought to/ had to turn her over to his butler. know that sooner or later we re-| We shall soon learn whether Har porters find out what we seek.” greave ia dead or alive, We can use the child to bring him back The anger went out of his ¢ fou're a wonder, Olga.” “Ido not claim. Tam. More than fut you should have gone with that, I do not believe he is dead.|Vroon last night. He does every He was deep. He had some relent-|thing just as you tell him. Whe less enemies—I don't know where|they reported that Hargreave had from or what kind—and he is pre| visited Ort’s hangar you ought to tending he’s dead till this blows|have prepared against such a coup over and {s forgotten.” jas flight through the air.” Jones appeared to reflect. “Mr. Norton, you claim to be a friend of) Mr. Hargreave.” / “You are not going to «ay thatin| “I admit it But a daughter! your newspaper?” Jones was vis-| Well, I can bring him back,” with ibly agitated. ja sinister laugh “By the Lord Harry, 1 have him in my hands young Ia-|time, that {s, if this girl turns out your word|to be his daughter. A ? Two, three, all he has in the world. | “Not till Il can prove it.” “It I tell you who thom | dies are, will you give m of honor not to write about them till I give my permission?” I want you to pay a visit right] Norton, having in mind the big | away. Watch the butler, Jones./ story at the end of this mysterious/ He'll lie, of course; but note how tangle, agreed. }he treats the girl; and if you get “The elder 1s a teacher from ajthe chan look around the walls private school; the other is Stanley |for a secret panel. He might not away the cash at all Hargreave's daughter have carr “Good Lord!” gasped the astonish-|only enough for his immed ed reporter. “He never mentioned da, which would account fi the fact to me, and we've been to-|five thousa the man pic gether in some tight pla up at uld only get inside | “He never mentioned it to any| se for an hour!” one but me.” Jones again seemed to reflect. At last he raised his glance to the reporter. Are you willing | to walt for a great story, the real story “If there is one,” answered Norton with his usual caution. | “On my word of honor, you shall jhave such a story as you never | dreamt of, if you will promise not to| | divulge it till the appointed time. “I agree.” the name Braine laughed Phat is of ne vital consequence. He will be Har greave till the end of the chapter, dead or alive. You can tell me the| news at dinner tonight.” So, later, when the butler accept. ed her card at the door, loath as he| might be, there was nothing for him | to do but admit her |follow m carefully, a kind of aunt.” | | Norton was led to Jones’ bedroom.| To Jones It was as if ice had sud-| |The butler-valet closed the door|denly come into contact with His and drew the window shade, Al-|heart’s blood. But as he stood in ways seeking shadows, ‘This did/the shadow, she did not observe the not impress the reporter at the| pallor of his face. time; he had no other thought but! “If you will at |the story, Jones then sat down be-| wish to see he side the reporter and talked in an You seem toqpos |undertone, When he had done he| “Yes, madam, absolute authority.” took Norton by the elbow and gent-| Jones produced his document and ly but forcibly led him down to the| presented st to her. |front door and ushered bim forth.| “There is no flaw in that,” she | Norton jumped into his taxicab and| agreed, readily. “I wish to see the |returned to his rooms, which were|child. I have told you why.” Jat the top of the huge apartment} “Very well, madam.” Why had |hotel. Ho immediately called up| they not telegraphed the child, even his managing edftor. on the train, to return to Farlow's “Hello! This is Norton. He knew nothing of this woman, fin on the Hargreave yarn, whether she was an enemy or a on another deal.” friend. He conducted his unwel “But Hargreave was a friend of|come guest into the Hbrary. yours,” protested the managing ed-| “How did you know that she was itor here?” suddenly | “I know it, But you know me well] But she was ready, “I did not enough, Mr. Blair, I should not ask|But the death of Mr. Hargreave e exactly why you Put Grit. I'm off lof the declaration and yet I LE STAR | By Harold MacGrath ni theatres throughout the country as soon as it is practical to other feature and this ( al whieh produce them the will run t to these pictures corresponding motion will appear in The Star and other newspapers which have secured rights to the MacGrath el coincidentally, as soon after the appearance of the pictures as practical Vith the last two.reels will be shown the pictures of the winner, his or her home, and other interesting features Solutions to the mystery must not be more than 100 words long. Here are some questions to be kept in inection with the tery as an aid to a n or my mind in solution: No No What becomes of the millionaire? What becomes of the $1,000,000? No, 3—Whom does Florence marry? No, 4——-What becomes of the Russian countess? Nobody connected either directly or indirectly “The Million Dollar Mystery” will be considered contestant The repor You will ha of my own no ¢ ter eyed the princess in to doubt them, They have not th nazement legal power of yours, but they would | You look surprised. Naturally find standing in any court.” j1 am « cousin of Miss Florence's Jones turned and went tn search| mother. You might say that I am of Florence her aunt, It's a smal! world, isn't The princess lost no time in be-|it?" But ff wishing could poison, | the rter would have died tha ginning her investigations, but she| r |wasted her time. There was no| mc secret panel in evidence. Who are you and what are you rhs is) ane?” an Florence | doing here?” one of the detectives # she looked at the card, “Did | demanded “| to ask that very my father know princesses?” am going "Yes," said Jones briefly. “Be| question of you,” sald Norton, ur very careful what you say to her banely Admit nothing. She claims to be a We are from headquarters,” re cousin of your mother, Perhaps.”|Plied one, showing his badge My mother?” Without waiting What headquarters? What are ~ Jones, | they as you to do?” he said to for any further advice from whom Florence in her young years| thought presuming upon bis author Pior “They way 1 must go to the police station with them. ity, she ran downstairs to the It u "i n Her mother, to learn some Not the least 1n the world, fact about the mother of whom she|!®ughed the reporter You two knew nothing! clear out of here as fast as your “You knew my mother?” she|fascally legs can carry you, TI cried without ceremony \@ n't know what your game is, but «q|1 do know every reputable de Hg heard the princess say 1! , ave aid. my child; and heaven ts wit ooere se New York, and you don't hess that you are the exact picture | Delong ; ie at your nae. And i knew ‘Good heavens!” exclaimed the [ ” ‘ princess; your father ont i Jones straightened, his bands these men are not real detectives hut tightly. This girl goes to the police sta- wal anc ahuiek sey battian!” tion, young man, So much the The princess smiled, It was Ka fecdodty git b vy if you meddle. Take ltrina Pushkin come to life, the) 7°! " Pet sire “| knew him| “All in good time. berg sae |. “Here, Jenner, take charge you of the girl I'l) handle this guy. He shall go to the station, too.” What followed would always be but alightly. I-was a mere child myself when he used to pinch my cheeks. I met him again the other night, but he aia not recognize m il vividly remembered by Florence, and T could not find tt in my heart) fresh from the peace and happiness to awaken his memory In a public | a¢ her schoo! life. Norton knocked restaurant his opponent down. He rose and Presently Jones came fn to 8n-| tora moment the room seemed full ounce that two detectives request-| of tegs and arms and panting men ed to see Florence. The two men} q foot tripped up Norton and he tered, informing her that th Y\ went down under the bogus de had been instructed to investicate | rective, He never suspected that the disappearance of Stanley Har-|the tripping foot. was not acct mth dental. He was too busy Who are you, miss?” The other man dragged Florence “Tam his daughte toward the hall, but there the Pal peaceful butler entered into the One of the detectives questioned Florence minutely wilile the other/ wandered about the rooms, feeling field of action with a very unat- tractive automatic. The detective threw up his hands. the walls, using the magnifying] The struggle went on in the lt glass, turning back the rugs. Even| brary. A trick of Siu-fitsu brought the girl's pretty room did not es-|about the downfall of Norton's cape his scrutiny, By and by he|man, and Norton ran out into the returned to the library and beck-| hall to ald Jones. He searched the oned to 8 companion. The two | detective’s pockets and secured the conferred for & moment. Onelrevolver. The result of all this chanced to look {nto the mirror, He| was that the two bogus detectives saw the bright eyes of the princess| soon found themselves in charge of gazing intelligently into his ltwo policemen, and they were I'm afraid we'll have to ask you| marched off to the station accompany us to the station, “Your advent was most providen- miss.” | tial, Mr. Norton,” said Jones in his usual colorless tones “| rather believe so, Why don't you pack up and clear out fora while?” “Il am stronger than elsewhere. ler enigmatically “Well, you know best,” said the reporter. The princess was breathing rap- idly. } on second thought she had no wish to throw her arms about the reporter's neck and kiss | him. | to technicalities. We must have some proof of your right to| be in this house, So far as we have learn Hargreave was unmarried. | It will take but a few minutes.” “And I will accompany you,” sald the princess. “We'll be back with-| in half an hour. I'll tell them what I know.” Jones in this house in the hall, caught sight >, of the reporter coming up the steps. Here was some one he could de pend upon “Why, Mr. Norton!” (To Be Continued) OF A WIFE 198 THE CONFESSIONS WE LIVE AND DIE ALONE.—CHAPTER e humans are. ‘I guess I was just lonesome for |some touch of understanding that (Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper | ¥ Enterprise Association) There were three letters from|I shall never have.” Kitty, and the first one told me| “Hasn't Dick been good to you?” that when they found Mr. Sanders | began Mollie belligerently that night fn the dining car he was|; “As good as gold, little sister, dead. Even Kitty did not seem to/ but it just came over me, even realize that he and I were dining|while reading these letters, in| together. Kitty wrote how much| which my friends have tried their| Herbert missed Mr. Sanders and) best to tell me that they sympa-| what a good man he was. |thize with me, how blind we all/ He had no relatives to mourn|are to the real soul of each other. | him,” wrote K The girl he| “We can’t show ourselves, dear, | intended to marry 4 ago, but he always clung to her memory. I do not think he has} cared fn the least for a woman many years|as we really are to anyone. V n catch a glimpse of our real selves only once tn a while, and I can tell you, dear, the view is not always reassuring.” A great sculptor has put this |into a marble poem that has been an undying memory ever since I saw it, About a great tree is cir cled a group of men .and women, one touching the other, but each looking out beyond for something How little we really know about our friends! Here ts Mr. Sanders, who, when he knew he was dying, told me that he loved me 1 that aft only a very slight acquaintanc Yo one in all the world, but myself knows m al most sure Mr. Sanders knew I was going to take that train and came down the road to meet me. this. Shall I tell Dick about {t? T/his blind eyes never see, while do not know, I did not do anything |the person who is close beside us that was in the least provocative |{s as far away as though eternity stretched betw It typifies our lives, Mollie, Even the one you love best can never know you as you really are, however much you If I should tell Dick, would he|try to show yourself to him.” understand? It all so {ono-| “Isn't it because we don’t know it and {t has come to such 4] ourselves, Margie? Sometimes tt tragic end! T wonder ff the end|seems to me I know myself least of such episodes in life Is eve erwise than tragic? Pert best to bury the expertenc all.” That Mollie girl {s a thinker, and, being a thinker, she will not be a of | and even try not to remember the man,|happy woman and yet it seems dreadful that he (To Be Continued Tomorrow) should have to die for a sudden ad fancy A letter from Eliene tells me she will come to me if I need her, but I know she should rot come back to the city yet with the babies There notes of sym hy ga lore from every one, including Bill Tenney, which surprised me, as I Miller Is Leader With only a few matches yet to be played, the city 1 ground champlonship tennis tournament at Woodland park stands as follows thought that I had made him so “eyes angry the last time T talked with| Miller, 6 firsts; Hiawatha, 6; Wal him that he would probably never |! Walla, 4; Lincoln, 2; Ballard, 1 speak to me again Queen Anne, University and Col After reading the lettera I sup. | !ins, none. pose I sighed, for Mollfe came run ning to my bed with: “What's the Nowhere will you find more beau the transfer if it was not vitally im-| brought me. And that youthful hat portant in the hall was a story all its own. very well,” Later I shall show you some papers matter, Margie? Are you {n pain?” “No, dear, but I guess I was just thinking of what solltary people tiful scenery than Puget sound of. fers, Big excursion up Hood Canal Sunday, Big ad, page 3,—Ady, answered the but-/ i Nn pill i Wn ! tt Beautiful Florence Gray —Stunningly beautiful—million- ionaire heiress, is trapped by a band of | conspirators seeking her fortune. Time after time, by daring acts—by seemingly impossible feate—does this young girl shatter their plans—baffle them You'll sympathize ith beaut ful Florence Gray, the heroine THE MILLION DOLLAR MYSTERY By Harold MacGrath Thanhouser’s Million Dollar Motion Picture Production See the second installment of the pictures today and tonight at the COLONIAL FOURTH, NORTH OF PIKE ee \ ON This wonderful series of motion pictures ‘ (4 is fascinating hundreds of thousands. 1 Hy The second two-reel episode is now being | (\F shown at the Colonial. Go today! A clew to the mystery will be given in every episode. Remember, $10,000.00 in cash will be paid ofr the best 100 word solution of The Million Dollar Mystery. Read This Startling Story by Harold McGrath In Today's (2% it Bor) ! | | AUTOIST MUST PAY DAMAGES A verdict of $4,000 personal injury | |damages was awarded by a jury in | Judge Albertson's court yesterday be to Mr. and Mrs. N. L. Tooker against W. D, Perkins. It was| Judge Humphries started his first charged that the Perkins automo/| vacation in years today, when he bile, with headlights out, hit Mr.| playfully touched a lighted match Tooker in 1913 at Thomas st. and to the fuse end of a giant fire- cracker and then waited expectant- \ly for the explosion which followed. He will be off the bench until | August 23. “I would just as soon work all the time, but they have fixed up a SERMONS WILL BE PATRIOTIC vacation system and I've got to take | my turn,” said the jurist plaintively. Patriotic sermons will be heard|“l am not much used to vacations, from Seattle pulpits Sunday. Differ-| but I believe I can spend this time ent phases of the nation’s history| Pleasantly. I want to visit some of will be discussed my old friends and get far away - a from the arduous duties of the court LIVES ON GOLD room.” FAIRBANKS, July 4 |THE VIRGINUS HOTEL jago George Sharp, Nine Years 04 Virginia St.. near Westlake Av. 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