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* they would have gathered in A Love-and-Mystery Romance : 3. of the Frozen North g CHAPTER 1. A-Hunting We Will Go. ‘T was Dick Morton's proposition, made one evening while we lounged tm bie roome in the Cecil, I wonder if we'd have embraced tis plan ‘with euch eagerness if we'd been able to peep for an instant behind the veti of the future! Lord! « man's @ puny creature when the Fates are minded to have sport at his expense, loose on Seattle an army of Pinkertons, with instruc- to find three able-bodied young mon who were unequivocally idle, I it & more representative trio than Dick orton, Carter Howe, and myself. It was all very well for Howe—everybody Bound to Port Los Angeles knows that the second generation | Gevotes tteslf mostly to tearing down the mountain of cash builded progenitors; the eum of Howe's daily labors comprised nothing more arduous than filling in checks when occasion demanded. for Dick and me the habit of things te not lightly to be Mountain country, and, after alx years of steady grind, during which he had been down to bedrock, financt- ally, more than once, the mines made @oed—eo good that the capitalists, who emiled indulgently when he was mortgaging éverything but his soul for men and matorials, hastened to bay him out at any old price he cared to name, Dick sold out, partly because, in his opinion, it was the flood time of for- tune, and partly because he was weary of the grind, and now, after a wisit to the home folks and a little aimless jaunting from coast to coast, was beginning to find Simon-pure idleness’ @ monotonous occupation for a red-blooded man. As for myself, I was not a drone by choice, For two years I had been on the Post-Ledger staff, and had but lately resigned-for reasons that are of ne consequence to any but myself. I wee sore at Seattle, and all that pertained thereto, and but for the chance meeting with Carter Howe and Dick Morton, who were class- matea of mine at Berkeley, 1 would omg since have packed my scanty belongings and gone a-wandering, south or cast, and bound myself once more the, charlot-wheels of some city editor; most certainly I would never have followed the drift of the caribou herds across the devil's play- ground that lies to the north, nor have watched the gleaming sundogs im their frozen lair. As I said in the beginning, it was Morten’s . He was stretched couch, blowing lazy wreaths ceilingward. Across Yhe room Howe lay back in a big @ cigarette between his fous, one long leg hanging over the Cre y (ot the . paring dusk I ent @ window conte! the time being to smoke a good cigar ané watch philosophically the ebb and flow of humanity through the streets of the city that had handled me without gloves. I turned incredu- z Jously when Dick spoke. “There's ‘no use talking, I can't loaf and be half-way contented. Do you know what I'm going to do?” He ewung his feet down on the rug with without waitt: ‘going north—up to the real r rth—to the Great Slave Lake cov y after earfdou and musk-ox; furthermore’— with equal empiysie—"I want you both to go with me. It'll be the trip of a ifetime, I've wanted to do that eves since I can remember, and this ia @ Heaven-sent opportunity, Will you go?” ‘Howe smiled ironically. ‘Bend the toed is cleat before you when the old ‘And the red call to 30,” he quoted lightly. “I'm not joking, and you needn't fling Kipling at my head,” Dick re- torted. ‘Seriously, I've worked like a dog for a long time, and now that Uve got out of the harness, common- place amusements fall to amuse. What 1 need ts a little healthy ex- eltement, something out of the ordi- mary, and some of the same won't hurt either of you. Why, it will he the finest kind of tonic for yown- weary moftals like us, We'll get back not later than Christmas with a cork- ag collection of heads; and a set of experiences that we can tell to our great grandchildren—if we ever hap- pen to have descendants of that tik. Recollect how we used to go camping m™m the Santa Cruz range and come Wome with appetites and muscles like the ancient cave-dwellers? This will be the original thing tn the way of ‘amping. Just say you'll go, and I'll ttend to the details, You will, any- way, Tommy?” with genuine concern, It was no passing whim; I knew Dick too well for that, He might plan things on the spur of impulse, but, unlike most men, sober reflection usually _in- creased his desire to carry his first impulse to a logical conclusion, I was free; Dick and the big northern woods held forth a most aliuring In- Yitagion; and so, without a second thod bt, I promised to go. Fo, the next hour we pored over Map discussing routes and para- phern Ma, while Howe lay back in his chair and kept up a running fire of banter, He drew diabolical word pieturea of one or the other of us locked fast in the grip of a wounded grizzly, or being butted over fearful precipices by an angry mountain sheep, and professed astonishment at what he was pleased to term our primitive lust for che chase, But threw away his cigarette and changed his tune when Dick vaned back and sald with an air of nality: “Of course the shortest way wuld be down the Athabasca Rive: t the other way ts the best, I'm *. We'll go by boat to Victoria, Cc. P. R. to Edmonton, where we rustle a rack outfit to take us to ‘e River Landing, and thence by » to Great Slave Lake.” »w long.” Howard asked care- “will it take to get ready?" ‘e@ days should be ample time,” newered, midn't mind going,” Howe ob- a bit regretfully, I thought. ‘an idea that the simple lite @ a welcome change. But a en't very well rush off to the the earth Immodiately after engaged.” od!” It'a always a surpri to a man when one of his friends, | lifetime friends especially, goes down to defeat before the master archer, and some of that surprise crept into the word that Dick and I blurted forth simultaneously. Howe drew up his eyebrows at our frank astonish- ment. “Exactly—engaged,” he assured us laughingly. “it's to be announced next Wednesday at an informal little dinner to which you fellows should have received cards ere no “When, whom, and how?" Dick de- manded, exercising the privileges of! ancient friendship. “You both know her, though I e: pect you've lost track of her in the last two or three years,” Howe re- turned. “Jean Holliday. . And t wedding 1s to be in the spring—I'm on probation, as it were. The major, I'm sorry to say, doesn’t take kindly to my aspiratioi We congratulated him, of course, Tt isn't given to many men, even those who, like Howe, are born with the proverbial silver spoon in thelr mouths, to win a girl like Jean Hollt- and if I was a bit envious of his if the coupling of Jean Holli- day's name with his went to my bi like an overdose of quinine, J didn't allow any mental discomfort to inter- fere with the heartiness of my good wishes. I tried to be sincere, A man can't win, you know, at every game he gets into, and I hope I've got spor ing blood enough to keep me from feeling hard toward a man who can| beat mi ir and square at anything, 8 a good fellow, and Jean— well, I'm not going to talk about her, It hurts. She was a beauty, and heir- ess to a fortune that bulked even Jarger than Howe's, and that's all that's pertinent just now. “Lucky devil," Dick told him, 4 haven't met her, except through the medium of the ciety columns of divers newspapers, since I've been in xile at the mines. She has done rope and stormed the heights of Gotham since then, I understand.” Howe got up, @ faint smile curving his lips. “Yes, but she has pleasant recollections of the time when we all ran wild ti ther at the foot of Coast a thoroughbred Native en atter> tw seasons she swears by all thin, American, from society to ooenery,. Weill, I must go. I'll be around to- morrow and carry you fellows off to eons berg bs bh "And he picked at and coat and w; upon the instant. Be. 6o88 “I wonder if he'll go?" T’spaculated, ae we watched him disappear in the elevator with a de v eleva bonair waveot his No reason on earth why he should not, except his own inclinations? Diek returned. “If I were going to ba married in the spring, you can gamble I'd never hesitate over taking a trip like that; { mightn’t get another chance. I hope he will make up his mind to come. Howe's a rattling good fellow when you can get him to break away from the haunts of fashion, We'll havea good hunting, anyway, Tommy—a heap better than Howe will find at pink-teas and bridge-parties ! “Oh, by the * Dick burst forth again, when we had returned to tho room and got comfortably sprawled out, “do you know what started me thinking ‘of carthou and musk-ox? Down at the Coleman dock this after- noon I met an old fellow who took « party of us hunting on Fraser River the year before I got tied up in those minos. ‘Peace River’ Jule they call him, and he knows the Peace country like a book. I wonder if we could locate: him to-night? Come along, Tommy, and we'll hunt up old Poace 6 need him in our busines.” We went first to the hotel, Dick said, was the ablding-plac Peace River Jule, and the night- clerk told us that our man had but a {ow minutes before gone down to the ongkong boat, “That's the Shawmut,” Dick grunted, “We'll find him at the Oriental dock.” So to the Oriental we hastened, and from the vantage- ground of @ railing between the harbor-master’s office and the big dock we kept watch for tha man whom Dick described as a grizzly- whiskered six-foote earing a cows boy hat, the spiked boots of a Wash- ington lumber-jack, and a gaudy Mackinaw coat-—surely a combina- tion of apparel that no man might mistake All along the dock front sputtering are lights lit up the tangled shipping, and threw a yellow glare on passing faces. We leanod against the railing perhaps twenty minutes waiting for Jule's chance appearance. I think that some time in the misty past my an- cestors must have been hardy, old, deep-water salts Who loved the sea, L know that I hi n yet seen @ sea-searred, #alt-encrusted ship, pol- ished liner, or grimy tramp slip in or out a harbor without @ curious thrill, I forgot the caribou bunt and Peace River Jule altogether, and had eyes for nothing but steamer-lights and the phosphorescent water slapping glug-glug against the Shawmut's bows as she warped into the pier; and when [ turned again Dick had found his man, and was beginning negotla- tions by offering him a cigar, Dick introduced me as one of the hunting party, The old fellow's dee! set eyes twinkled at mention of the North, “Yuh can sufe count on me," he aa- sured Dick. “I've had just about all uh this brick-pavement walking and street car ridin’ I can‘¥tand. A pair uh showshoes'!l feel mighty good to my feet again, I can promise yuh orld D Médiaine. ediey. By Maurice Ketten WHAT A Fuss FOR SUCH A LITTLE THING AS A MOUSE, KITCHEN HE WON'T EAT You HELP! HELP] THE MOUSE ALL THIS RUMPUS FOR A Poor LITTLE MOUSE THE MOUSE Al IN MY Room oo -_ a) * ‘ February 14, The Golden some new policy to be inaugurated. That was a ile, on the face it, ahd I bad him by the negk before be had time to finish, Thére was another, deeper reason, ang I meant to know it if I had to match myself against the entire staff. In cold blood fd never have stirred up # ruction over getting discharged; but to be slammed down like that, and ‘the thought of what I stood to lose by it, set me THE MOUSE afire, Crowley was no better fighter than Ilar, It wasn't ten seconds be- 8 BACK ba fore Ld ag grespins out what I in- stinctively suapec' KITCHEN “T had no voice in the matter, hon- estly, Hedrick,” he sputtered. “It was the major-~J dare say you know why. He simply ordered me to let you go at once, and make any ¢x- planation I chose, His name wasn't to be mentioned, but If you inaist on knowing, that’s the truth.” That was a bitter pill, and there was no way to avoid downing It. T don’t suppose I'm the firet man to pay dearly for daring to lift eyes to his employer's daughter. On sober thoughts I realized that there wan nothing to be gained by being nasty about it. But it left me in a pretty blue =mood—which didn't improve when I went to call on Jean and found her “not at home.” Nor did I, though I tried my utmost, succeed In getting word with her after that. It seemed me down at Ca ne Bo, see, Tha consideral jé speculating when that’ Holliday Invitation came to hand. I ‘argued that I'd merely been) playing {the role of the fool moth to e | myself get wrapped up in a girl who'd prohably never given a thought to me other than as a friend from what used to be “home.” 1 wondered why Howe had never appeared on the ncene before; I wondered that he | should think I'd MHve fn the same town last two or three years;" I wondered —oh, T did lots of fruitless wonder. ing. And by the time Dick closed the | magazine he was reading, and cast it playfully at my head, Td made up! \my mind that no human agency ishould drag me to that ditmer. T didn't expect to go straight to the how-wows because another fellow had won the girl I'd set my heart on. But I'm no Spartan to expose myself to an evening of tortvre for the sake of being polite, I was beginning to un- derstand how a dog in the manger feels, © sctiutoniony CHAPTER III. Goodby, Seattle. ment; the journalistic instinct that grasps like a flash the salient features of @ situation was pretty highly de- veloped in Baird. “You everlasting, stift-necked idiot,” he blurted at me an hour later in his He had taken me perforce, and under his genial influ- ence the story of my lean year had “why the devil does a man have friends If he doesn’t use Why didn’t you come to me? yes"—as I protested—"I know what you'll say. But that’s rank fool- Anyway, I can put you in the way of helping yourself, Thomas, my son, without putting you under any obligation to me.” Six months previous I'd probably ped his big-hearted of- But, you see, I'd been taking a course in the Big University, a school that accepts students without regard to creed, color, or scholarly stand! t says ‘This is #0,’ ie and hammers the trutl of its teachings into you with a rod ‘The latter period of my tul- tion had bred in me a new philosophy of life, and I accepted Ellery Baird's help in the same broad spirit that prompted him to offer it. Baird was city editor of the Comet, and the Comet just then was splin- tering lances on the political armor of a rotten city administration, So he I don't know what he intended to put me tn the way of; he never told me, and I didn't ask him, But I know he didn’t have the ghost of an intention of putting me on the staff. That was purely the result of chance—and who shall eny that chance isn't a mighty factor in the turn of @ man's career? Tt was the second day after our I was fed and decently clothed once more. I'd gone down to the Comet office, for I had @ curiosity paper in the making, ‘the wheels go round. lull Baird confided to me that he would give a heap for ai with a certain railway magnate who was stopping at the Palace—some- thing about a terminal deal in which ity was tangled up. sll, Why don’t you go after it?” some sure-enough huntin’ back there, if yuh don't mind roughin’ tt.” With this we bade him good eve- ning, having appointed an hour next day for a session of ways and means, and went back to our hotel. Mj dreams that night were ea strange con- @ldmeration of great woods and four- of Mmitless jeagues far-flung fields of snow. And outside my window a mul- titude of telephone wires smote on my sleepy ears with @ gamut of sound that ranged from the shriek of taut- ened cordage in a contralto of a voice I loved, CHAPTER II. “Which the Same I Arise to Explain.” ORNING ushered in a mes- senger bearing to Dick and me invitations to a dinner at the Holiday home. Dick, up to his eyebrows in an article on the respective merits of the “Savage 303” and the “Lee Straight- * a8 sporting rifles, tossed te bit of paper on the table with a care- Jess grunt, But 1 wasn’t interested in guns just then. 1 fell to twiddling the suuare envelope, and wondering why, at the eleventh hour, the Holliday hospitality was being extended to me, of all persons, I guess I'd better make m tle more clear, and, as a might explain that Howe was very much mistaken when he casi 'd “lost track of her the two or uhree years.” It would have been better for me if L had; I might have foregone thi bitter medicine, breath I'll have to hark back of my connection with the Post-Ledger to show you where I stand. A journalistic accident te what I'd have to class my break into the news paper feld, if any one should ask i grew up with the idea that labor of any sort would never be my portion—# delusion no youngster of mine shall ever enter- imatter how plethoric family fortune may happen to be, It isn't fair to any kid, that sort of up- bringing, for when the crash comes inevitably does come—he faces a hard, old world that has lit- tle sympathy for his misfortune, his wotul lack of and if some ono doesn’t happen along to lend a help- ing hand at the critical moment, he goes on bumping into the rough cor- ners of life, and losing heart at each the veneer of gentility there were just two things to console me for the loss taught to consider my birthright— one, that my mother hadn't lived to and the other that there was no dishonor attached to the hopeless mess my father had Mismanagement, extravagance plenty there had been, but nothing sorrow over it, masted schooners, of tossing sea an There was enough left to pay every debt, and thus It came that when the tangle was straightened out, I found myself heir to a bundle of “paid-in: full” bills, notes, and mortgages. have them yet. They serve to re- mind me that things temporal can pass away like snow before a thaw {n the spring. Beyond @ mild wonder as to how a fortune that ran into several figures could vanish 80 completely in one I had no qualms, le to the soft short generation The world, so far, had been for me ound, and the ego- tism of inexperienced youth bade me had but to make an effort, and lo! brilliant success would be mine. I didn’t know that this ts a I didn’t know that the professions and business alike clamored for experience—expertenca with a capital E trained to the minute, like a ‘varsity elght or @ champion pugilist—you had to have It to make yourself felt. But I didn't know was a@ heap I didn't know those days. And there was no one to tell me, so I spread my wings for a self-support- re winning fiight- up against the grim realization with a dull thud. There was no place for m seemed, in the complicated meohan- {sm of commerola! life; no niche, no I seemed to fit. many things, but no one thing well. fe the sickening conviction ‘upon me that I was ina I’ tried every avenue ffered hope of decent living, and I had an educa- tion and {deals and ambition, but T had nothing to eat, and neither {deals nor ambition thrive on an empty ach. Yen, it came to that. omit the detatis; but I have vivid re- collection of the fact When tt came to a show-down, I would cheerfully have dug ditches or shoveled coal couldn't manage to convince the men 4 in charge of such work that I was competent to fill a laborer’s place. fr Got all the men of “Ever do any shovelin'?” that I was a I had strength but I didn't know how to use them, and good men were too plentiful for any individual firm or corporation to pay me wages and in the same breath teach me how to earn them. In one year I was Fatlure persont- fled; a hunger-stricken, shaken Failure. happy hunting: believe that day of specialists; ‘Trained ability this--oh, there was a busy man. waterfront to watch the dock Dick appealed ‘to me ) Pad 5, fore forced itself pretty bad fix. re all closed. how I began, He told me, then, with a wry faoe, that for two days the wily one ha efforts of his best men. Now, {t happened that onca upon @ time my father and T had gone quail hunting with this same unapproach- able gentleman—in fact, he and my father had been pretty chummy—and it came into my head that if any one mduce him A foolhardy guess, perhaps, but I acted upon it, with Bal and hopeless sanction. to pencil and copy paper, and posted me briefly on the way to go at my jad to admit r to a shovel clean off him, and he goes down into 0 etnies. 8 the gutter like any other unfortunate, That with variations, ts the ultimate disposition of @ rich’ man's son. who happens to grow up in the belief that is one of the favored few who shall neither toil nor spin. I know, for I've travelled And but for the grace of a help- , too, might have Joined the moldering flotilla of human dere- rot in the midst of our #0- Well, I landed that interview; and {t was a gem. ‘That was my passport to regular as- Before long I was a fix- ture with the Comet; as much of a as anything in jour- A bit of stubborn pride and an atom of self-respect were all that stood between me and utter degradation. needed the helping band when fixture, that nallsm can be, T had found my niche, work, and I put heart every effort. I was walking down Montgomery Street in 'Frinco--the ‘Frisco that was when I ran into Ellery Baird. There was no chance to dodge him dodging other knew—maye it's sinful pride, but a man can bear the yoke a deal easier, I find, If none of his mors fortunate friends are by to see how it galla him, He had me by the shoulder, and was bellowing profane ¢ ear before I could escape 4 brain into And when Baird came to Seattle to take charge of the Pont- Ledger city room he brought me with When the grand crash came 1 waa just turned twenty-three, and about ae inconsequential a specimen of the genus Native Son as a close atudy of the entire species would reveal on the heels of my father's sudden death, his lawyer sent for ma, and informed me that paddle a humble canos instead of occupying the star stateroom on an ocean groyhowmd, he overlook my plight, not tor @ mo- Here's where Jean Holliday and the peppery major come in. hy the helm of the Post-etc, a little over @ years Then the Fast reached out a long arm, and to’ self—a little Western man prov 6t has when ——— —— TS was on @ Monday morn- ing. True to his word, Howe There Was & confab of the powers before he left, and 1 was tendered t appeared on the scene about Vacant :place. Rather a mi 0 11 o'clock, and insisted that Hise, even in a tleld that's always pro- wo accompany him to lunch. ucing exceptions to every known rule—probubly that's why I fell so Thfoughout that meal Dick talked soon—and so hard, I'd no reason to himself black In the face tn an effort seers such Hieks but I aconned to induce Howe ta chenge his mind thankfully, asking no questions. Then " only did f'discover that Major Holl! 804 0 with ua to «he land at bese se day, with his emphatic “By thunder, &4 carttou. He advanced @ line o air!” his brick-dugt face and white argument that would have driven chin whisker, waa the autocrat wha book agent to drink, out of pure envy, held the Post-Ledger's destiny In the teltow of fin hand, but It merely served to amune Howe. He'd beon a friend of my father’s, "You'd have made a national repu- but that didn’t win anything for me, tation if you'd taken up law or poll-- The major was a success-worahipper. tics,” he laughed. “You've missed you cou leliver the goods you mado a Mit with him; otherwise, aen- YOUF Yooation, Dick. Buch a gift of timental considerations cut no figure, *Peech ts wasted on a mining man. I'd demonstrated that I could make But, under the ciroumstances, you good: there was no better man in can’t me off to an un; rf sight; and therefore I got the job. par eatd on such Fh Phe seater A while back 4 said that I'd left the i¢ you were Pan hi * Post-Ledger for “reasons that are of 'f You were Pan himself: no consequence ty any but myaoit." Dick @rinned. “Ob, well,"-he re- Porhaps thoy aren't, But those same torted, "I dare aay it te foolish to “reasons” have some bearing on what ¢: ot follows, and #0 “I arise to explain, speis Jeu ih TONE DEORO FAN 86 My relations with the major were °*@!tatton, to do anything but moon purely On @ business banis for some *found and congratulate yourself, Ume, Then, as the months wore on, L and wonder how it happened.” b hegan to know a good Bene Sart’ After lunch Howe left us, and we people, and go out more o I wasn't long before I met Jean, and it Went back to the Ceci!. A iittle Inter was like a breath from the California Peace River Jule came, and we fell to hills to see and talk to her again, So. ™4kIng plans again. When it came to clety hadn't spotled her. She was the ® Gues! of supplies, Jule pointed same Jean at whose behest Hows, Out that we would avold the bother Morton, and I had plunged into ali 0f Sustome and freight by purchas- torts of childish deviltry when wo [2 Our outht, outside of the guna were kids together et. Monterey. Do “24 personal kit, at Edmonton, where you wonder if I began to dream Cur, Journey by rail ended amd the things? It's @ natural law, and there's Mrtbern trail began, no evading It. 14 'e easy,’ remarked. ‘We Without really san Teo So-nians, if we wanted to. meaning to, I wouldn'¢ mind, either, ‘eren’ into the habit of going out of my way for that dinner, T'd ket see ne just on the chance of meeting her; future Mrs. Howe in, pose and she was alwaye frankly glad to should have called t would tf td seo me, which I took to be @ hopeful known they Hved here now. Howe, sign, This went on for quite a while. I expect, le responsible for th There was a break of five months or and it would be rotten bad Femi oo, when Jean and her mother. w rush off now. abroad, When they returned I was early enough bye mavok’ thas Victoria boat.” among the first to call, and Shereafier my calls were notable for their I didn% commit m: quency. Seldom was the major at dinner, Though I waa cule teaavel heme, I suppose he spent hie daya not to I coultn't say eo. It would on the trail of the elusive dollar, But have looked odd, because I had no he knew every move I made, a@ you reasonable excuse. I concluded to pex ball see. along ae usual until Wednesday, A week before my meeting with when ! could conveniently develop a Howe and Dick I came down to the roaring headache or @ troublesome office one day at my usual time, On tooth—anything that would serve, my desk lay an envelope, my name Rather @ eneaking way out of. it, scrawled upon tt in the ‘huge tha: maybe, but I really hadn't the heart actors affected by Crowley, the:man- to face an evening of pollte chatter, aging editor, I tore it open, wonder! If-control enough to greet the why he should trouble to write when as one should greet his host, his office wan on the next floor, with be knew. and I knew, that in ataire, levator and two phones all in 4 business way he had practically Rood working order. Wonder became cut my throat, {t was bitter enough white-hot wrath when I read the to know that I'd lost, without having lines incloned: her held up before me as another ‘The management of the Comet men's.prize. A fellow cam take @ jot requests the resignation of Mt. of disagreeable medicine—4f he, isn't Thomas P. Hedrick, to take effect’ handicapped right at the start by an Saturday, the 17th. Regretfully, , overdose, H. H. CROWLEY, Monday evening, Tuesday) and Managing Editor, Wednesday forenoon passed by with Tt was so unwarranted, a sort of tothing out of the ordinary to disturb snap judgment, and {t knocked the US Or our plans, Everything was in foundations of my alr castle galloy- readiness for our departure. Our west so brutally and effectually that ‘e in our pockets, our bag- I jammed the check into a pocket gage checked. All that remained was and, with my editorial death warrant to attend that dinner, get back to the tn one hand, went three steps at a Ceell in time to change olothes and time up to the managerial holy of catch the. boat. holfes, every fibre of me crying aloud We had lunched, Dick was down in for war. the office, and I had stretched myself “What's the meaning of this? I on @ couch with « cigar and @ book, managed to articulate, planking be- when the phone tinkied an dnstatent fore him the offending minsive call He was rattled from the start, and “‘Hello!'’ I growled into the mouth- began a etuttering explanation of piece. By DWIGHT TILTON —* z ‘This Will Bo Next Week’s Complete Novel in The Evening We that wae carrying tone ef gold from New York te England. TREASURE, BAFFLING MYSTERY and an ABSOLUTELY UN- FORESEEN CLIMAX—theee are the salient pointe of “THE GOLDEN GREYHOUNDI* © as if the gods had conspired to turn ™: with her and “lose track of her the “ Greyhoun “Is this Dick?’ came back . Nay, nay, Pa 2 ga cae jay, nay, Pauw id “This is Tommy.” 7 “Ont van 1 just Wn to make sure you fellows were in,” Howe went ‘on. “By the way, you're booked to go North to-night, aren’t you?" “If nothing happens,” oct the way our, re 8 “Au right. I'm going to bluff and go along. I’m sending things around to your 00 dan’, fo out for a few minutes. ~- later, Goodby.” I hung up the recet) and reat, 8d i te down wondering wh why, Something se whim, I id cal change his decision at the last ute. I scented a story; LES torial microbe getting in ite work, you ##0, . While I was still in the mood Dick came tn. Howe evi meant to abide by the message he teleptioned, & porter Re Me gh re in fact ’ 0 three of w we, 1 apogoreret se terward, ferent sty! to put In practice; hence the unusual number of guns. d Med, “Wonder why he ng?” “Search me," Dick anewered, lightly. “You can ask ton T suppose w “TE don't “Wha No pointed questions, which waa one thing I dreadod. If he’ why I ebirked that dinner have been sympathetic; bat chances are he'd likewise ‘have slapped me on the shouidet ot 5s oe that I “brace up and music.” Maybe tt wasn't very to watt. until the y Inet oe bg Bd I had no intention of gol: time, but I didn't much care fa whether I shattered the orno, Anyway, I sent wy genres) & messenger and settled Con least. angry, half-puzsied at my ‘Telt the truth, it was a thin exeuse, and one that I was nowlse of. I don’t Hke petty” subi there be times when a white will smooth the road for a harassed soul, and no one be harmed ‘thereby. If everybody spoke the truth, ana noth- ing but the truth, without rd to place or hearers, this would be a tur- bulent old world to live in. When Dick had gone I went down to dinner in the éafe, and, that fin- drifted ‘onrelensly along with the 4 oarelensly alot - heading crowd, ‘The ld. fuser of the water-front, with its smells and creaking cordage, ite ber of many tongues, and .the moan of an unquiet sea, drew m@ winches, cargoes gathered from \ four quarters of the earth and alt pa Poe dot bess roe ataved until my ots were of tobacco and the evening was Oe epent. + aso ‘Ten minutes after T got back to the Cecil Dick returned from Holliday‘s.* “Has Howe showed up yet?" his fret abrupt query, whe moment he was symde the door. wy for Dick blurted out. “He waan't et Nd to-night. I missed him asked about him, Mke a blun idiot, and they were eo painfully e committal I emefied @ rat right There's been some sort of upheaval, Tommy. It has been the flattest ning I've spent in some time.” “How did Jean seem to take itt T inquired guardedly. wy Dick shrugged his shoulders, “When a woman ike Jean Holti@ay has on her society mask, no man may say what lies beneath,” he observed laconteally. “I fancied that Howe was a bit under the weather when we met to-day. I wonder what the row ts?” That was my firet tote What could the Groupie ber a3 waen't the man to lightly forewear his plighted word; and J Known her too long. and too wel: believe that, having once given her heart'to a man, she would throw him over for trif_ing cause. ius everything pointed to a rupt > else would Howe decide to go Ni on the very day hie enge ger should have bee announced to world? 9s I didn’t have much time te In speculation, sentimental or wise, Dick was out of hie et clothes and inte & gray sult wi one could roll a cigarette. He bis sultcase shut and turned oy asd “Go ring for a hack, r commanded. “We'll take our ¢ to the dock, so that we won't ha bother with them If we sho) compelled to make a dash for. the eleventh hour, I'm going to je explained. “See ind for Howe,” hy Re 06 much to heart, an imb, He used to travel’a t pace,.you know, and ff there been any trouble, he might broken loome again, We've got an hour and « half before the boat safls.”” (Te Be Continued.) f ee ae