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SIO,OOO FOR 100 WORDS.
The “Million Dollar Mystery" story tcCl
run for twenty-two <on:ecutive weeks in
(it s paper. By an arrangement tcitk the
Thanhouser Film company it has been
made possible not onli, to rea.. the story
in this paper, but also to ser it each week
in the various moving picture theaters.
For the solution of this mystery story
HU,OOO will he given.
CONDITIONS GOVERNING THE
CONTEST.
The prize of slo,uoo will be toon by the
man, woman, or child who writes the yiost
acceptable solution of the mystery, from
which the last (too reels of motion picture
drama will be made and Use last (too
chapters of the story written by Harold
MacGrath.
Solutions may be sent to the Than
houser Film corporation, either at Chi
cago or New York, any time up to mid
night, Dec. H. They ust bear postoffice
mark not later than that date. Tfti' allows
four weeks after the first appearance of
the last film releases and three weeks after
the last chapter is published in this paper
in which to submit solutions.
A board of three judges will determine
which of the many solutions received is
the most acceptable. The judgment of this
board will be absolute and fina'. Nothing
of a literary nature will l considered in
tie decision, nor given any preference in
the selection of the winner of the SIO,OOO
prize. The last two reels, which will give
the most acceptable solution to the mys
tery, will be presented in the theaters hav
ing this feature as soon as it is practical
to produce same. The story corresponding
to these motion pictures will appear in the
newspapers coincidentally, or as soon after
the appearance of the pictures as practical.
With the last two reels will be shown the
pictures of the winner, his or her home,
and other interesting features. It is un
derstood that the newspapers, so far as
practical, in printing the last two chap
ters of the story by Harold MacGrath,
will also show a picture of the successful
contestant.
Solutions to the mystery must not be
more than 100 words long. Here are some
questions to be kept in mind in connec
tion with the mystery as an aid to a solu
tion :
No. I—TTiat1 —TTiat becomes of the millionaires
No. 2—What becomes of the $1,000,0001
No. 3 —Whom does Florence marry f
No. 4 —What becomes of the Hussion
countessf
Nobody connected either directly or in
directly with “ The Million Dollar Mys
tery ” will be considered as a contestant.
ASVXOPSIS OF THE FIRS. CHAPTER.
Stanley IT nr* reave, millionaire, aft** a
mlractilou* encnpc from tbe den of the
of brilliant thieves known as the Black
Hundred, lives the life of a recluse for
eighteen years. Ungrenve one night enters
a Broadway restaurant aud there comes
face to face with tbe gang's leader, Braine.
After the meeting, during which neither
man apparently recognises the other, Hnr«
greave hurries to his magnificent Riverdale
dome and lays plans for making his escape
from the country. He writes a letter to the
girls* school in New Jersey where eighteen
years before be bad mysterloosly left on
the doorstep his baby daughter, Florence
irny. He also pays a visit to the hangar of
o daredevil aviator.
Brafne aud members of his band surround
Hargreavc'n borne at night, hut as they
eater tbe bouse the watchers outside
see s balloon leave the roof. The safe is
fouud empty—the million which 11argreave
was known to have drown that day gon .
|Oopyright: 1914: By Harold MacGraih.]
CHAPTER lh
THJB KASTICBB MAN.
VEOON faced Hargreaves butler som
berly. The one reason why Brain,
made this man his lieutenant was be
cause Vroon always followed the letter
•f his instructions to the final period; be
■ever sidestepped or added any frill* or inno
vations of his own, and because cl this very
automatism he rarely blundered into a trap.
It be failed, it was for the simple fact that
tbe master mind bad overlooked some essential
detail. Tbe organization of the Black Hun
dred was almost totally unknown to either
tbe public or tbe police. It is only when yea
fail that you are found out.
“The patrolman baa been trussed up Gbe
feu," began Vroon. "If they find him they
iwill probably find you. lot before that you
prill grow thirsty and hnnery. Where did yoor
master put that money?"
“He carried it .with him."
"Why don’t you call for help?"
"The houses on either side are too Ur
away. I might yell till doomsday without
being beard. .They will have beard the pistol
shots; bat Mr. Hargreav, was always prae
detuf in the backyard.
" Tbe people in those two boasts have been
sailed out of town. Tbe servants an off far
the night"
“ Very intereating,” repito. Jones, staring
at the rug.
"Tout master la dead.’!
Janes' ebia sunk upon bis breast His
heart was heavy, heavier then it bed even
been before.
"Tear master left a will?"
" Indeed, I could not any."
"We eon say. He has still three or font
millions In stocks and bonds. What be took
to the bottom es the eem with trio was Ms
available cash.”
"I know nothing about hit finances, t
mas hi* butler and valet"
Vroon nodded. “Come, men; It is time
we eft Put things fa order;
deee tbe safe. Too poor Jackals, I always
base to watch you tor outbreaks of vandalism.
Off with you I”
He was the fast to leave. Be stared long
sod searcfaingly at Jones, who feK the burn
ing gaze but refused to meet it lest tbe plotter
se* the fire fa bis. The door dosed. For
s fully as hour Joses listened but did not stir.
Shay sere really gone. Ha prtaMd his feet
to the floor and began to hitch the chair to
ward the table. Half w - across the inter
vening space he crumpled in the chair, almost
completely exhausted. He let a Quarter of an
hour pass, then made the final attach upon
the remaining distance. He succeeded in
reaching the desk, but he -ould not have stirred
an inch farther. The hair on his head was
damp with sweat and his hands were clammy.
When he felt strength returning, he lifted
the telephone off the hooi with his teeth.
‘‘Central, Central 1 Call the police to come
to this number at once; Uargreave’s bouse,
Riverdale. Tell them to break in.”
"Where’s your gag:”
“ There wasn’t uny.”
1 1 "m
*■ varfw '
I KNEW HIM BUT SLIGHTLY. I WAS A MERE CHILD MYSELF WHEN HE USED TO PINCH
f MY CHEEKS.
"Then why didn’t you yell for help?”
“The thieves lureC our neighbors away,
from town. The patrolman who walks this
beat is bound and gagged and is probably re
posing back of the billboard in the next block. '
•' Murphy, you watch this man while I maka
a call on tbe neighbors,” said the officer who
seemed to he in authority. When he returned
be was frowning seriously. “ We’d better
telephone to the precinct to search for Den
nison. There’s nobody t. home in either
house and there’s nobody back of the bill
boards. Untie the man. When this was done,
tbe officer said: " Now, teil us what’s hap
pened ; and don’t forget any of the details.'
Jones told a simple and convincing story;
it was so simple and convincing that the
police believed it without question.
“ Well, if that ain’t the limit 1 Did yon
hear any autos outside?”
# " I don’t recollect,” said Jones, stretching
his legs gratefully. "Why?”
" The auto bandits held np a bank mes
senger today and got away with twenty thon
mnd. Whenever a man draws down a big
sum they seem to know about it And say,
Murphy, call op .and have the river police look
out for a new tangled airship. Your master
may have been rescued,” turning to Jones.
“ If I were only sure of that, air l”
When the police took themselves off, Jones
proceeded to act upon those plans laid down
by Hargreave early that night. When thla
waa done he sought bis LteJ and fell asleep,
the sleep of the exhausted. When Hargreave
picked up Jones to share bis fortunes, he bad
put bis trust in no ordinary man.
A dozen reporters trooped ont to the Har
greave home, only to find it deserted. And
while they were ringing bel.. and tapping
windows, tbe man they sought waa trumping
op and down tbe platform of the railway sta
tion.
Through all this time Norton, thi reporter,
Hargreave’* only friend, siep' tbe sleep of tbe
just and unjust. He rarely opened his eyes
before noon.
Group after group of pa sengers Jones eyed
eagerly. Often, just as Le was in the set of
approaching a couple of young women, some
man would hurry up, and tiers would be
kiwes or handshakes. At length the crowd
thinned, and then 1’ win- tbst be discovered
s young girl perhaps 18. aocompaniei’ by a
young woman in tbe early thirties. They bad
the appearance of oagerly awaiting soma on a
Jones stepped forward with a good deal of
diffidence.
“Y«r are waiting for some one?"
" Yes," said the elder woman, coldly.
"A broken bracelet?”
The distrust on both fares vanished in
stantiy. The yoong rrl’s face brightened, her
eyes sparkled with suppressed excitement
“ Yoo are ... my father?"
"No, miss,” very gra-riy. “I am tbs
butler."
“ let me see yonr part of the braoetet,*
said tbe young girl’s guardian, a teacher who
had been assigned to this delicate task by
Miss Farlow, wbo could ant bring herself 10
My good-by to Florence Say where except at
tbe school gates.
Tbe halves were produced and examined
" I believe we may trust him, Florence.”
“ let us hurry to tbe taxicab. We mils;
•ot stand bare."
“ My mother? ”
" She is dead. I believe the died hvrtly
after your birth. I have been with you*
father but fourteen year*. 1 know bat little
of his life prior to that.”
“ Why did he leave me all these years with
out ever coming to see me' Why?”
"It is not for me. Miss Florence, to in
quire into your father’s act. But 1 do know
that whatever he did was meant for the best
Vour welfare was everything to him.”
“ It is all very strange,” Baid the girl, be
wilderedly. “ Why didn’t he come to meet me
instead of you?”
Jones stared at his bands, miserably.
“ Why ? ” she demanded. “ I have thought
of him, thought of him. He has hurt me with
all this neglect. 1 expected to see him at the
station, to throw my arms around his neck
and . . . forgive himl” Tears swan, la
ber eyes as she spoke.
“ Everything will be explained to you whea
we reach the house. But always rememb-r
this. Miss Florence: You were everything id
this wide world to your father. You will
never know the misery and loneliness he suf
fered that you might not have one hour of
unrest. What are your plans? ’’ be asked
abruptly of the teacher from Miss Barlows.
“ That depends,” she answered, laying ner
hand protectingly ovc- tbe girl’s.
“ You could leave Mi.;*, Fariow’s on the mo
ment? ”
“ Yea."
*' Then yon will stay and be Miss Florencs’i
companion?’.’ •
“ Gladly.”
*’ What is my father’s name ’. ”
Hargreave, Stanley Hargreave."
Tbe girl’s eyes widened in terror. Suddenly
■he burst into a wild frenzy of sobbing, her
bead against tbe shoulder of ber erstwhile
teacher.
Jones appeared visibly shocked. “ What is
it? "
We read the story in the newspaper,"
■aid the elder woman, her own eyes filling
with tears. “Tbs poor child! To have ail
ber castles-in-sir tumble down like this I Bat
what authority have you to engage mel ‘1
sensibly.
Jones produced a document, duly signed
by Hargreave, sad witnessed and sealed by.
a notary, in which it was set forth that Henry
Jones, butler and Talet to Stanley Hargreave,
had full powers of attorney in the event jf
his (Uargreave’s) disappearance; in the event
of his death, till Florence became of legal
age.
Said Jones as ns put the document back
iu bis pocket: "Wbat J* your name?”
Susan Wane."
"Do you love this child?”
" With all my heart, the ]<oor unhappy
babe I ” #
” Thank you J ”
Inside the home he conducted them through
tbe various rooms, at the same time telling
them wbat bad taken place during tbe pre
ceding night -
"They have not found bis body?” asked
Florence. “My poor, poor father 1“
" No."
" Tbea he msy be alive I *
" Flense God that he may I " said tbe batter,
with genuine piety, for he bad loved the man
who bad gone forth into tbe night so bravely
and so strangely. " This Is your room. Your
father spent many happy nours here prepar
ing it for you.”
Tears came into the girl’s eyes agalo, and
discreetly Jones left the two alone.
" Wbat shall 1 do, 3usan? Whatever shell
I do?"
"Be brave as you alwr./i are. I will aev«
leave you till you find your father.”
Florence kissed lier fe.veutly. “Wbat Is
four opinion ot tbe butler?”
“I think we may both trust blm absolute
ly”
Then Florence began exploring tbe bone*
Susan followed her close!Florence peered
behind tbe mirrors, tbe plc’nrea, in the draw
ers of the desk, in the bookcases.
“What are you hunting for, child?"
" A photograph of my father.” Bat she
found none. More, there were no photographs
of any kind to be found in Stanley iiar
grtave’s home.
When Norton awoke, be naturally went to
the door for the morning papers which were
always placed in a neat pile before the sill.
He yawned, gathered up the bundle, was about
to climb back into bed, when a headline caught
his dull eye. Twenty-one minutes later, to
be precise, he ran up the steps of the Har
greave home and rung the bell. He was ad
mitted by the taciturn Jones, to whom the
reporter had never paid any particular atten
tion. Somehow Jones always managed to
stand in shadows.
“ I can add nothing to what has already
appeared in the newspapers,” replied Jones, as
Norton opened his batteries of inquiries.
"Mr. Jones, 1 have known your master
several years, as you Will recollect Thera
never was s woman in this bonne, rot even
among the servants. Tbero are two in the
other room. Who are they? Ano what are
they doing here?”
Jones shook bis head. ~
“ Well, 1 can easily lind out"
Jones barred his path, and for the first
time Norton gazed into the eyes of the man
servant They were as bard as gun metal.
"My dear Mr. Jones, you ought to know
that sooner or later we reporters find oat
wbat we seek.”
Jones appeared to reflect ” Mr. Norton,
you claim to be a friend of Mr. Hargreave.”
” I do sot claim. I am. More than that
1 do not believe he is dead. He was deep.
He had some relentless enemies—l don’t know
wherefrom or wbat kind—and be is pretending
he’s dead till tbia Mows over and in forgot
ten.”
“ You are not going to any that in yoor
newspaper? ” Jones was visibly agitated.
“ Not till I can prove it”
“If I tell you who those yonng Isdles ere,
will you give me your word of honor not t#
write about them till 1 give my permiMlon?”
Norton, having in mind tbe big story at
tbe end of this mysterious tangle, agreed.
“ The elder is a teacher from a private
school; the other is Stanley Hargreave’a
daughter.”
“ Good Lord 1 ” gasped the astonished re
porter. “ Ho never mentioned the fact to me,
and we’ve been together in some tight places.”
"Us never mentioned it to any one but
roe.” Jones again seemed to reflect At last
be raised his glance to tbe reporter. " Are
you willing to wait for a great story, tbe real
story?"
“ If there Is one,” answered Norton with
bia usual caution.
"On my word of honor, you shall havs
•ueb a story as you never dreamt of, if yoo
will promise not to divulge It till tbe ap
pointed time."
“ I agree."
"Tbe peace and happiness of that child de
pend upon bow you keep your word.”
That was sufficient for Norton. “ Yoor
master knew roe. Ue knew also that I am
not a man who promises lightly. Now intro
duce me to the daughter.”
With plain reluctance Jones went about
the affair. Norton put a iVz'en perfunctory
questions to the gi.l. What he was ii search
of was not n•• ws but the sound of her voice.
In that quarter of 11 hour be felt hie heart
disturbed as it bad never before been dis
turbed.
“Now, Mr. Norton," said Jones gloomily,
" will you be so kind as to follow me?”
Norton waa led to Jones’ bedroom. Tkt
butler-valet closed the *v< r and drew the win
dow shade. Always Decking shadows Tbit
did not Impress the reporter at tbe time; he
had no other thought hut the story. Jones
then Mt down beside the reporter and talk -d
in so undertone. When be bad done be took
Norton by tha elbow sod gently but forcibly
led him down to#tbe front door end ushered
him forth. Norton jumped Into his taxicab and
returned to his rooms, which were at the top
at tbe huge apartment hotel Ue Immediately
called np bis managing editor.
"Hello! This is Norton. Put Griffin oa
the Hargreave yarn. I’m off 00 another deal.”
“ But IlargrMve was a friend es yours,'*
protested the managing editor.
“ I know It But you know me well ewough,
Mr. Blair. I should not ask the transfer if it
was not vitally important”
" O, very well.”
“ We sha’n’t be scooped.”
“ If yo\i can promise that, I don't care wh»
works on the job. Will you be in the office
tonight?"
“ If nothing prevents me."
" Well, good-by.”
Norton filled his pipe, drew his chair to the
window, and stared at the great liner going
down to sea.
“ Lord, Lord 1 ” he murmured. Then he
smiled and chuckled. Some bright morning
be wouid have all New York by the ears, the
police running round in circles, and the chiefs
of the rival sheets tearing their hair. What
a story 1 Four columns ou the first page, and
two whole pages Sunday. . . . And all
of a suddeu lie ceased to smile and chuckle.
In the living room of the Princess Olga
PerlgotTs apartment the mistress lay reading
on the divan. There was no cigaret between
her well shaped lips, for she was not the ac
cepted type of adventuress. In fact, she was
not an adventuress; she was really the Prin
cess Perlgoff. Her maiden name lind been
Olga Pushkin; but mure of that later.
When Brnine curae in he found her dream
ing with half closed eyes, lie flourished an
evening newspaper.
*' Olga, even the beat of us make mistakes.
Here, just glance over this.”
The Russiau accepted the newspaper and
read the heading Indicated: “ Aeronaut
picked up far out at sea. Slips nsbore from
tramp steamer. Had live thousand in cash in
his pockets.”
“ Hargrenve escaped! ”
"Not necessarily," she replied. “If It was
Hargreave ho would have had more than live
thousand In his pockets. My friend, I believe
It an attempt to fool yon; or It is another
man entirely.” She clicked her teeth with
the tops of her polished nails.
" There are two young women In the boose.
What the deuce can that mean?"
“Two yoang women? OI then every
thing's ns simple as daylight. Katrina Push
kin, my cousin, had a child.”
"Child? Hargreave hud a child? What
do you mem by keeping this fact from me?"
lie stormed.
“It was useless till this moment TTe prob
ably sent for ber yesterday; but in his effort
to escape had to turn ber over to his butler.
We shall soon learn whother Ilnrgrravs Is
dead or alive. We can use the child to bring
him back.”
The anger went ont of his eyes. “ You’re 1
wonder, Olga.”
“ But you should have gone with Vrooa
last night. He does everything just as you
tell blm. When they reported that Ilargreava
bad visited Ort's hangar you onglit to have
prepared against such a coup ae flight through
the air.”
“I admit It. Bnt a daughter I Well, l
can bring him back,” with a sinister laugh.
"By the Lord Harry, 1 have him In my
hands this time, that is. If this girl turns ont
to be his daughter. A million? Two, three,
all be has In tbs world. 1 want yon to pay
a visit right away. Watch the butler, Jones.
He’ll He. of course; but note how be treat*
the girl; and if yon grt the chance look
11 round the walla for a secret panel. He
might not have carried away the cash at all,
only enough for bis immediate needs, whlcn
would account for that five thousand on the
man picked up at sea. If I could only get
inside that bouse for an hoar!”
“I believe I’ll call at once. Leo, was Har
greave the man’s real name? ”
Brains laughed. “ That Is of no vital con
sequence. lie will be Hargreave till tbs end
of the chapter, dead or alive. You can tell
me the news at dinner tonight." ,
So, later, when tbe butler accepted her eard
at the door, loath as he might be, there wat
nothing for uim to do but ucmlt her.
■"Whom do you wish to ace, madam?"
stepping back into tbe shadow.
“ Mias Hargreave. I’m an old friend of
her mother’s.”
•“ There is no sneb person here."
“To whom, then, does this hat belong?"
•he asked quietly. Sbs waved ber band in
dolently toward the ball rack.
Jones’ lips tightened. "That belongs te
Miss Cray, a kiud of protAgd of Mr. Uar
greave’s."
" Indeed 1 Yon havs no objections to my
•eeing ber? My maiden name was Olga Push
kin, cousin to Katrina, wife of Stanley Har
greave. i am, if yoi will weight the matter
carefully, a kind of aunt.”
To Jones it was as if Ice had suddenly come
Into contact with bis heart’s blood. Bat as
be still stood in the shadow, she did not ob
serve the pallor of his face.
“If you will state exactl; why you wish
to see her, madam.”
“You seem to possen authority?"
“ Yea, madam, absolute authority." Jones
produced his documeot and presented It te
ber.
“ There la no flaw ! that," she agreed read
ily. “ I wish to see tbe child. I hare told
you why.”
“Very well, madam.' Why had they art
telegraphed the child, even at tbe train, to cw
turn to Farlow’s. He knew nothing of this
woman, whether she was an enemy <xr a friend.
He conducted his unwelcome guest into the
library.
“ How did you know that she was here?'
suddenly.
But she was ready. “ I did not. But the
death of Mr. Hargreave brought me. And
that youthful bat in tbe hall was a story all
Its own. Later I shall show you some papers
es my own. Yon will have no cause to doubt
them. They have not the legal power of
yours, but they wouid find standing In any.
court.”
Jones turned and went In search of Flor
ence.
The princess lost no time tn beginning her
investigations, but she wasted her time. There
was no secret panel in j.idence.
“Who is she?” asked Florence as she
looked at the card. Did my father know
princesses? ”
“ Yes,” said Jones briefly. “Be very care
ful what you say to her. Admit nothing. She
claims to be a cousin of your mother. Per
haps."
“My mother? " Without watting for any
further advice from Jones, whom Florence la
ber young years thought presuming upon bis
authority, she ran downstairs to the library.
Her mother, to learn some fact about the
mother of whom she knew nothing!
" You knew my mother?” she cried without
ceremony.
He heard the prlncesa say: “ I did, my,
child ; and heaven is witness that you are the
exact picture of her at your age. And I knew,
your father.”
Jones straightened, bis hands shut tightly.
“ Tell me about my father! "
Tbe princess smiled. It was Katrina Push
kin come to life, tbe same impulsiveness.
“ I knew him but slightly. I was a mere child
myself when he used tn pinch my cheeks. 9
met him again tbe other night, but he did
not recognize me; and I could not find it la
iny heart to awaken his memory in a pobllo
restaurant."
Presently .Tones came In to announce that
two detectives requested to see Florence. The
two men entered, informing her that they had
been Instructed to investigate the disappear
ance of Stanley Hargreave. „ ■ , ■
“Who are you, mbs?!! . " k
" I am bis daughter.’! |
’•Ah!" / 1 VIJ
One of the detectives questioned Florsnea
minutely while the other wandered about the
rooms, feeling tbe walls, using the magnifying
glass, turning back the ruga.
I’m afraid we'll have to ask you ts WO 1
company us to tbe staUoo, miss.
“Why?” J ;
“ Some technicalities. We must have soma
proof of your right to be in this bouse. Sa
lar as we have learned, Hargreave was ue
married. It will take but a few minutes."
“And I will accompany you,” said thg
princess. " We'll be back within half an hour.
I’ll tell them what I know.”
Jones. In the ball, caught sight of the re
porter coming up the steps. Here was to mo
one he could depend upon.
“Why, Mr. Norton 1” i
The reporter eyed tbe princess te mud
meat J
" You look surprised. Naturally. I an a
cousin of Miss Florence's mother. You might
any that I am ber aunt It’s a email motU,
isn’t It? ” But It wishing could poison, the
reporter would have died that moment.
“ Who are you and what are yon dates
here?” one of the detectives demanded.
" 1 am going to ask that very question el
you," said Norton, urbanely.
" We are from headquarters," replied osq
showing bis badge.
" Wbat headquarters? What an they ask
ing you to do?” he said to Florence.
“They say I must go to the police stating
with them."
" Not the least In tbe world,” laughed the
reporter. “ You two clea out of here as test
as your rascally legs can carry you. 1 don’t
know wbat your game is, but I do know every)
reputable detective la New York, end yea
don't belong." ,
“ Hood heavens I * exclaimed the jilTim siT|
" do you mean to My that these men are nil 1
real detectives?’!
“ This girl goes to the poilco station, young
man. Bo much the worse for you tt you
meddle. Take yourself off!"
“All in good time.” "’‘fcj
" Here, Jenner, yon take charge of the gtrt.
I’ll handle this guy. He shall go te the sta
tion, too.”
Wbat followed would always be vividly re
membered by Florence, fresh from the penes
and happiness of her school Ufa. Norte*
knocked his opponent down. He rose and floe
a moment tbe room seemed full of legs sad
arms and panting men. A foot tripped op
Norton and be went down under tbe bogua
detective. He never suspected that the trip
ping foot waa not accidental. He was tea
busy.
Tbs other naan dragged Florence toward
tbe ball, bat there tbe . eacrfal butler en
tered Into tbe field of action with a vary un
attractive automatic. The detective threw
np bla bends.
Tbe struggle went on in the library. A
trick of jiu-jitsu brought about the downfall
of Norton’s mnn, and Norton ran ont lnta
tbe hall to ahl Jones. He searched the de
tective's pockets and secured the revolver.
The result of ell this was that tbe two bogus
detectives soon found tbemaelvee in charge of
two policemen, and thej were marched 06
to the station.
" Your advent was most providential, Mr.
Norton,” said Jones In hi< usual oolorhaa
tones.
“ I rather believe so. Why don’t yoa pack
op and clear oat for awhile: "
" I am stronger in tLls hones than slar
where," answered tbe butler enicmetlcaliy.
“ Well, you know beat," mid the reporter
Tbe priucem waa breathing rapidly. No*
on second thought she had : t wish to throw
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