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MIIUOH COLLAR MYSTERY B / Harold Mac Gath (( SIO,OOO FOR 100 WORDS. jl’/ie Million Dollar Mystery” story vit\ riai for twenty-two consecutive weeks xn this paper. By an arrangement with the Thanhouser Film company it has been made possible not only to read the story in this paper but also to see it each week in the various moving picture theaters, lor the solution of this mystery story S 10.000 will be given by the Thanhouser Film corporation. CONDITIONS GOVERNING THE CONTEST. 'The prize of SIO,OOO 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 drama will be made and the last two chapters of the story written by Harold MacOrath. Solutions may be sent to the Than houser Film corporation, either at Chicago or Neto York, any time up to midnight, Jan. If. This allows several weeks after the last chapter lias been published. A board of three judges tcill determine which of the many solutions received is the most acceptable. The judges are to be Harold MacOrath, Floyd Lonergan, and Miss Mac Tince. The judgment of this board will be absolute and final. Nothing oj a literary nature will be considered in the 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 having this feature as soon as it is pos sible to produce the same. The story corre sponding to these motion pictures will ap pear in the newspapers coincidentally, or as soon after the appearance of the pic tures as practicable. With the last two reels will be shown the pictures of the win ner, his or her home, and other interesting features. It is understood that the news papers, so far as practicable, in printing the last two chapters of the story by Har old Macdrath, will also show a picture of the successful contestant. Solutions to the mystery must not be more Ilian 100 words long. Here are some questions to be kept in mind in connection icith the mystery as an aid to a solution: No. I—What1 —What becomes of the millionaire? No. il —What becomes of the $1,000,0001 No. 3 —Whom does Florence marry f No. f —What becomes of the Russian countcssf Nobody connected either directly or in directly icith “ The Million Dollar Mys tery ” will be considered as a contestant. SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS. Stanley llarpreave, millionaire, after a miraculous escape from the den of the Kang of brilliant thieves known as the Black Hundred, lives the life of a recluse for eighteen years. Hargreavc acci dentally meets Braine, leader of the Black Hundred. Knowing Braine will try to get him, he escapes from his own hoyje by a balloon. Before escaping he writes a letter to the girla’ wh#re eighteen years before he mysteri ously left on the doorstep his baby daughter, Florence Gray. That day Har greave also draws one million dollars from the bank, but it is reported that this dropped into the sea when the bal loon he escaped In was punctured. | Florence arrives from the girls' school, Countesa Olga, Bralne's companion, vis its her and claims to be a relative. Two bogus detectives call, but their plot la foiled by Norton, a newspaper man. By bribing the captain of the Orient Norton lays a trap for Braine and his gang. Countess Olga also visits the Ori ent's captain and she easily falls Into the reporter's snare. The plan proves abor tive through Bralne's good luck, and only hirelings fall into the hands of the polloe. After falling In their first attempt the Black Hundred trap Florence. They ask her for money, but she escapes, again foiling them. Norton and th© countess call on Flor ence the neat day, once more safe at home. The visitors having gone, Jones removes a section of flooriug, and from m cavity takes a box. Pursued by mem bers of the Black Hundred, he rushes to the water front and succeeds in drop ' ping the box Into the sea. Countess Olga, seheinlug to break tbe engagement existing between Florence Bargreava and Norton, invites them both to her apartments and pretends to faint jln the reporter’s arms. Florence ap | peara la the doorway Just at the planaed moment, and as a result tiflves Norton back his ring. p Accomplices of Braine succeed in kid naping Florence while ehe is shopping and hurry her off to sea. Norton re ceives st wireless later informing him > that the ai**! had leaped into the sea and been drowned. I* Oopyrtiht: 1014: By Harold MacOrath. J CHAPTER X. THE PAST A RLAMt. IT was perfectly trn# that Florence had cast herself into the *ea. It had not been an act of despair, however. On the con trary, hope and courage had prompted her to leap. Tn# night was clear, with only a moderate sea running. At the tim# th# great ship was passing tbs Banks, and almost within hail she saw a fishing schooner riding gracefully at anchor. She quite readily be lieved that if she remained on hoard the George Washington she was lost. Sk# nat urally forgot the marvel of wireless telegra phy. No longer may a man hide at #ea. 80, with that quick thought which was a psrt of her inheritance, she seized tbe life buoy, climbed the rail, and leaped far out. As the great dark toazing sea swooped up to meet her she noted a block of wood bobbing np and doivn. She tried to avoid it, but could not, and struck it bead on. Despite the blow snd th# shock of the chill water she instinctively cluDg to tbe buoy. The wash from the mighty propellers tosted her about, hither and yon, from on# twirl to another, a chip of wood. Then everything grew I blank. \ Fortunately for her tbe master of tbe fish ing schooner was at the time standing on his quarter deck by tbe wheel, squinting through his glass at the liner and envyiug the ease and comfort of thoa# on board her. Tbe mat#, sitting on the st.pa and smoking hi# turning-in pipe, saw tlie master lean forward suddenly, lower the glass, then raise it again. “ Lord a’mighty!” " What's the matter. Cap'n? ” “Jake, in God’s name, come 'era an’ tnke e peek through this glass. I’m dreamin’i” The mate jumped and took the glass. “Where away, sir?” “A p’int off th’ sta’board bow. ?ee some thin’ white bobbin’ up?” “ Yessir! Looka like some one dropped a bolster 'r a piller overboard. . . . Cod's whiskers!” he broke off. “ Then I ain’t seein’ things,” cried the master. “ Hi, y’ lubbers!" he yelled to the crew; “lower th’ dory. Tney’s a woman In th’ water out there. I seen her leap th’ rail. Look alive! Sharp’s th' word! Mate, you go ’long.” The crew dropped their tasks and sprang for the davits, and the starboard dory was lowered in shipshape style. It takes a good bit of seamanship to haul a body out of the sea into a dancing bob tailed dory, when one moment it is climbing frantically heavenward and the next heading for the bottomless pit. They were very tender with her. They laid her out in the bottom of the boat, with tine life buoy as a pillow, and pulled energetically for the schooner. She was alive, because she breathed; but she did not stir so much as an eyelid. It wns a stiff bit of work, too, to land her aboard without adding to her injuries. The master ordered tho men to put her in bis own bunk, where he nearly strangled her by forcing raw bran dy down her throat. “ Weil, she’s alive, anyhow!” When Florence finally opened her eyes the gray of dawn lay on the sea, dotted here anil there by the schooners of the fleet, which seemed to be hanging in midair, as at the moment there was visible to the eye no hori zon. “ Don't seem t’ recognize nothin'.” “ Mehbe she's got a fever,” suggested the mate, rubbing his bristly chin. “Fever nothin’! Not after bein’ in th* water half an hour. Mebbe she hit one o’ them wooden floats we left Them dinged liners keep on crowdin’ us,” growled Barnes, with a fisherman’s hate for the floating ho tels. “ Went by with never a toot. See ’er, jes’ like th' banker's wife goin’ t’ church on Sunday? A mile a minute; fog or no fog, it’s all the same t’ them. They run us down an’ never stop. What t'tt’ tarnation we goin’ to do? She’ll half t’ stay aboard till th’ run is over. I can’t afford t’ yank up my mudhook th*s time o’ day.” “ Guess she can stand three ’r four days In our company, smellin’ oilcloths, fish, kerosene, an’ punk t’bacco.” “ If y’ don’t like th’ kind o’ t’bacco I buy, buy your own. I ain’t objectin’ none.” The mate stepped over to the bunk and gingerly ran his hand over the girl's head. “Cod's whiskers, Oap'n, they’* a bump as big’s a cork on th’ back o’ her head! She's struck one o’ them floats all right. Where's th’ arnica?” For three days Florence evinced not th* slightest inclination to leave the hunk. She lay on her back either asleep or with her eyes staring at the beams above her head. She ate just enough to keep her alive; and the strong black coffee did nothing more than to make her wakeful. No one knew what the matter was. There was the bump, now diminished; bnt that it should leave her in this comatose state vastly puzzled the men. The truth Is she hnd suffered a slight concussion of the brain, and this, atop of all the worry she had had for the last few weeks, was sufficient to cause this blankness of the mind. The final cod was cleaned and packed away in salt, the mudhook raised, and th* schooner Betty set her sails for the south west Barnes realized that to save the girl she must have a doctor who knew his busi ness. Mrs. Barnes would know how to car* for the girl, once she knew what the trouble was. There would be some news In the pa pers. A young and beautiful woman did not jump from a big Atlantic liner without the newspapers getting hold of th* facts. A fair wind carried the B*tty Into her haven; and shortly after Florence was sleep ing peacefully in a feather bed, ancient, it la true, but none the less soft end Inviting. In all this time she bad not spck*n a single word. "The poor young thlfigr’ murmnred the motherly Mrs. Barnes. “ What beautiful hair! O, John, I wish you would give up the •ea. I hate it. It ia terrible. I am always watching you In my mind'* ays, in calm weather, In storm*. PUees of wreeks come ashore, and I always wonder over the death and terror back of them.” “ Don’t y’ worry none shout me, Betty. I never take no chances. Now I’m goin’ bit’ th’ village *n' bring back th’ aawbones. He’ll tell n* what t' do." Th# village doctor ahook his grizzled head gravely. “She's been hurt and ehocked at the same time. It will be many daya before ehe comes nronnd to herself. Just let her do as she pleases. Only keep an eye on her no that she doesn’t wander off and get lost. I'll watch the newspapers, end if I come across any thing which bears upon th# case I’ll notify you." Bat he searched tbe newspaper* In vain, for th# simple fact that be did not think to glance over the old one*. Florence was soon able to walk about. Or dinary conversation she seemed to under stand; but whenever the pest was broached she would sbske her head with frowning eye*. Her main diversion consisted of sitting on tu# sand dunes and gazing out at sea. One day a stranger came to town. Ho said lie represented a life insurance company and wns up here from Boston to take a little vacation. He sat on the hotel porch that evening, surrounded by an admiring audi ence. Tho stranger had been ail over the world, so it seemed, lie spoke familiarly of St. Petersburg, Vladivostok, Shanghai, ns the villagers—some of them—might nave spoken of Boston. There were one or two old timers among the audience. They had been to all these parts. The stranger knew what he was telling about. After telliug of his many voyages he asked if there was a good bn tiling beach neaTby. He was told ♦hat he would find th# most suitable spot " GIRL, GIRL, I LOVE, YOU.. BETTER. THAN UFEL" near Capt. Barnes’ cottage just outside the village. "An’ say, Mister, seen anythin’ in th’ pa pers about a tnissiu’ young woman?" asked •ome oDe. “Missing young womnn? What’s that?” The man told the story of Florence’s leap into the sea and her subsequent arrival at the cape. “That's funny,” said the stranger. "I don’t recollect reading about any young woman being lost at sea. But those big liners are always keeping such things under cover. Hoodoos the ship, they say, and tnrns prospective passengers to other lines. It hurts business. What’s tbe young girl look like?" Florence was described minutely. The stranger teetered in his chair and smoked. Finally he spoke. “She was probably insane. That’s the way generally with lnsnne people. They can’t see water or look off a tall building without wanting to Jump. My business is In surance, and we’ve got the thing figured pretty closo to the ground. They used to get the best of us on the suicide game. A man would take out a large policy today and to morrow he’d blow his Yiead off, and we'd have to pay his wife. But. nowadays a policy Is not worth the paper it’s written on if a man commits suicide under two years.” “ You ain’t fryin’ t’ Insure anybody in town, are you?” "O, no. No work for me when I'm on my vacation. Well, I’m going to bed; nnd to morrow morning I’ll go out to Capt. Barnes’ beach and have a good swim. I'm no sailor, tut I like wafer.” He honestly enjoyed swimming. Early the next morning he was in tho water, frolicking abont as playfully as a boy. He had all the time In the world. Over his shonldtrr he saw two women wandering down toward tho beach. Deeper he went, farther out. Ho was « bold swimmer, but that did not pre vent a sndden and violent attack of cramps. And It was c rare piece of irony that the poor girl should save the life of that scoun drel who was without pity or mercy. As she anw his fac# a startled frown marred her brow. But she conld not figure out the puz zle. Had she ev*r seen the man before? She did not know, she could not tell. Why eonld not she remember? Why must her poor head ache so when she tried to pierce the wall of darkness which surrounded her mentally? The man thanked her feebly, but the grat itude waa on bis lips and not in bla heart. When he had sufficiently recovered ho re turned to the villago and sought the railway station, where the Western Union had Its office. “I want to send a code message to my firm. Do you think you can follow It?" “ I can try," said the operator. The code was really Alar; and when th# long message was signed It was signed by the name Vroon. Toe day after the news came that Flor ence had Jumped ovarboard off the Banks. Vroon with a dozen other men had started out to comb ail tbe fishing villages along tbe New England coast. Somewhere along the way h# felt confident that lie would learn whether the girl was dead or alive. If ah# waa dead, then the game was a draw; but If she was alive there waa still a fighting chance for the Black HundT#d. He hnd Lad aome idea of remaining in the village and accom plishing the work himself; but after.delibera tion he concluded that It wns important enough for Brsine himself to take a hand in. Bo the following night lie departed for Bos ton, I rniu tb*r# to K«w York. Lie proceeded at once to the apartment of the princess, w here Braine declared that lie himself would go to the obscure village and clnirn Florence as nis owu child. But to Insure absolute success they would charter Morse’s yacht aud steam right up into the primitive harbor, When Vroon left the apartment Norton saw him. Ho was a man of impulses, and he had found by experience that first im pulses are generally the best. He did not know who Vroon was. Any man who called on the Princess PerigofP while Brains was with her wUuld be worth following. On the other hand, Vroon recognized the reporter instantly and with tiiat ever ren.ly and alert mind of his set about to lure the young man Into a trap out of which l.e might not easily come. Norton decided to follow his man. H# might be going on a wild goods ehnse, h# reasoned; still his first impulses had hitherto served him well. He looked enreworn. He whs convinced that Florence wns dead, de spite (ho assertions of Jones to the contrary. He bad gone over all the mishap* which had taken place aud ho wns now absolutely con vinced that his whilom friend Braine and tho Princess Perigoff were directly concerned. Florence had either been go'ng to or coming from the npnrtment. And that memorable day of abduction the princess had been in tbe dry goods shop. Vroon took a downtown surface ear, and Norton took tho same. Ho ant. huddled In a corner, never suspecting that Vroon was watching him from a corner of hisi eye Nor ton was not keen today. The thought of Florence kept running through his head. The car stopped and Vroon got off. He led Norton, a winding course which at lengtli ended at the door of n tenement building. Vroon enterred. Norton paused, wondering what next to do, now (hat liin man had reached his destination. Well, since he had followed him all this distance lie must make an effort to find out who be was and what he wns going to do. Cautiously he entered the hallway. As he wn* about to lay hi# hand on the newei post of the dilapidated r~~ - : !' • sjgpßi y*•• t|B|m * HAP SHE EVER SEEN THE t-W-t BEKAt? atairs the floor dropped from under his feet and bo wus precipitated Into tbe <*llar. This tenement beTbnged to tbe Blnck Hun dred; It concealed a thousand doors and a hundred trap*. It# history was as dark a* its hallways. When Vrooo and his companion, who had been wisiting for him, descended Into the cellar they found the reporter insensible. They bound, blindfolded, and gagged him quickly. "Saunders,” said Vroon, “you tell Corri gan Ihut I've n sailor for him tonight, and ♦hat I want this sailor booked for somewhere •outli of the equator. Tell him to say to tlis mnHter that this fellow is ugly aud disobe dient. A tramp freighter, whose captain ia a bully. Do you understand me?” “ I get you. put there’ll no need to go t# Corrigan this trip. Bannock is in port and sails tonight for Norway. That's far enough." "Bannock? The very man. Well, Mn Norton, reporter and amateur detective, t guesß we’ve got you fast enough this time. You may or may not come back alive. Go nnd bring around a taxi; some one you can trust. I’ll dope the reporter while you’re gone. . Long hours afterward Norton opened his aching eyes. He could hardly movo and his head buzzed abominably. What had hap pened? What was the meaning of this slow rise and fall of his bed? Shanghaied! “ Come out o’ that now, ye skulkerl” roared n voice down the companion way. “ Shanghaied!" the reporter murmured. He sat up and ran through his pockets. Not a sou-mnrkee, not a match even; nnd a second glance told him that the clothes he wore wero not his own. “ They’ve landed me this time. Shanghaied! What tho devil am I going to do?” "D’ ye hear me?” bawled the etrldeut voice again. Norton looked about desperately for some weapon of defense. He saw an engineer’s spanner on the floor by the bunk across the way, nnd with no small physical effort ho snoceeded in obtaining it. He stood up, his hand behind his hack. “ All right, me bucko! I'll come down an’ git ye.” A pair of enormous boots began to appear down the eompnnlonway, end there gradnnlly rose np from them n man as wide ns a church door nnd ns deep as a well. " Wait a moment,” said Norton, gripping ♦lie spanner. “ Let us have a perfect under standing right off tho bat.” ” Wo'ro goin’ t’ have it, matey, Don’t ye worry none.” Norton raised the spanner end, dizzy ee he waa, faced tills seafaring Hercules coura geously. " I’ve been shanghaied, and yon know it. Where nro wo bound?" “ Copenhagen." “Well, for a month or more you’ll heat mn np whenever the opportunity offers. But I merely wish to warn you that if yon do you'll find n heap of trouble waiting for yon the next time yon drop your mudhook in North river.” “Is that so!” said tlie giant, eying the spanner and tho slinking hand that held tt aloft "It Is. I’ll tnke your ordere and do th# best I ean, because you’ve got the upper hand. But, God is witness, you'll pay for every needless blow you strike. Now what do you want mo to do?” " I/a.v down that spanner an’ come on deck. I’ll tell yo what t' do. I was gon’ t' whalo til’ daylights out o’ ye; but ye’re somethin’ uv a man. Drop th' spanner first.” Norton hesitated. As lithe as a tiger the hulk of n man sprang at him nnd crushed him to the floor, wrenching away the span ner. Then the giant took Norton by tho scruff of his neck and banged him up the step* to the deck. “I ain’t goin’ t’ hurt ye. I had t’ show ye that no spunnor ever bothered Mike Ban nock. Now, d' ye know what a cook's gal ley Is?” " I do,” said Norton, breathing hard. “ Well, hike there an’ start In with peelin’ • puds, an’ don’t wsste 'em, neither. That’ll tie all for th’ present. Ye were due for a wallopin’, but I kinds like yer spunk." Ho Jim stumbled down to (lie cook’s galley and grimly set to work st the potatoes. It might bn ve besn fur worse. But here he was, likely to be on high sens for months, snd no way of notifying Jones what bad happened. TTio outlook wns anything bnt cheerful. But a vague hope awoke In bis heart. If they were still sfter him, might it not signify that Florence lived. Meantime Braine had not been Idle. Ac cording to Vroon the girl’s memory was In bad shape; so he had not the least c.oubt of bringing her back to New York without mis hap. Once he had her there, tho game would begin In earnest. Ho played his cards ex ceedingly wall. Steaming rp Into tho little Ashling harbor with n hondsomo yacht In Itsolf would nllny any distrust. And hs wore a capital disguise, too. Everything went well till he laid his hand on Florence's shoulder. She gave a startled cry and ran over to Bsrnes, clinging to him wildly. ” No, no!" she said. “No wbst, my childr asksd the sailor. She shook her bead. Her aversion was In explicable. “Come, my dear; can't you soo that. It is your father?" Braine turned to the captain. “She has been liko this for n year. Heaven knowa If sho'il ever bo in her right mind again,’’ sndly. "I was giving her an ocean voyage, with tho kindest nurses possible, and yet she Jumped overboard. Come Florence.” The girl wrapped her arms all the tighter around Tinmen’ neck. An idea came Into the old sailor’s head. " Of course, sir, y've got proof tbet she’s your daughter?” “ Proof?” Braine wns taken aback. " Yes; somethin’ t’ prove that you’re her father. I got skinned out of a sloop onc# be-auso I took a man's word st it’s face value. Black an’ white, an’ on paper, mjs I hereafter.” “ But I never thought of such s thing," protestsd Braine, beginning to lose his pa tience. “ I can’t risk sending to New York for documents. She is my daughter, end you will find It will not pay to take til's peculiar stand.” "In bis n’t. -*•'**. '• »’ «an’t have her." Braine thereupon rnshed forward to seize Florence. Barnes swung Florence behind Mm. " I guess she’il stay here a leetle longer, sir.” Time was vital, and this obstinacy mado Braine furious. He reached again for Flor ence. “Clear out o’ here, V show your author ity,” growled Barnes. “ She goes with me. or you’ll regret It.” “ All right. But I guess th’ law won’t hurt me none. I’m in my rights. There’s tlis door, Mister.” “I refuse to go without her!” Barnes sighed. Iln was on land a man of peace, but there was a limit to his patience, lie seized Braine by the shoulders and hus tled him out of tile house. “Bring your proofs, Mister, an’ nothin’ more'll bo said; but till y’ bring ’em, keep away from this cottage." And, simple minded sailor that ho was, ha thought thie settled the matter. That night he kept his ears open for un usual sounds, hut ho merely wasted his night's rest. Quite naturally, he reckoned that, the stranger would make his attempt at night. Indeed, he made It in broad day light, with Barnes not. a hundred yards away, calking a dory whose scame had sprung a leak. Braine bad Florence upon the char tered yacht before the old man realized what had happened. He never saw Florence again; but one day, months later, he read all about her In a newspaper. Florence fought; hut ehe wae weak, and ao the conquest wns easy, Braine was kind enough, now that he had her safe. He talked to her, but she merely stared at the receding coast. “ -AH right; don’t talk if yon don’t want to. Here,” to one of the men, "tnke her to the cabin and keep her there. But don’t you touch her. I’ll break you if you do. Put her In her cabin and guard the doori at least keep an eye on it” Hven the temporarily demented are not without a species of cunning. Florence had never seen Braine till he appeared at the Barnes cottage. Y'et she revolted at the touch of ills hand; hated him with a violence which would have stirred the scientific in terest of an alienlu. She wanted to hurt him, torture him, heat him down and trample oil him. But as this wns a physical Impos sibility, she dir] the next most agreeable tiling to har disordered mind. On the second day out toward New York, she found a box of matches and blithely set fire to her cabin, walked ont Into the corridor and thence to the deck. When the fire was discovered it had gained too much headway to he stopped. The yacht wns doomed. They put off In the boats and for half a day drifted helplessly. Fate has everything mapped out like a game of clieae. You movo a pawn, and bang goes your bishop, or yonr knight, or your king; or she lels you almost win a gams, and then checkmate* you. But there is ona thing to he aald In her favor — rail at her how we will, alie le always giving odds to ths Innocent *••••* Mike Bannock was In the pilothouse, look ing over his charts, when tho lookout in the crow's nest sung out: “ Two bouts adrift off the port how, »dr!" And Bannock, who ■was a first class ssilor, although a rough one, shouted down the tube to th# engine room. The freighter came to a halt In about ten minutes. The rastawsys saw that they had been noted, and pulled gallantly at tha oars. There are eorne things which science, well advanced as It is, cannot explain. Among them is the shock which cuts off th* past snd the cotinterahoek whloh reawakens mem ory. They may writ# treatise after treatise snd expound, but they never succeed in truly getting beyond that dnrk wall of mystery. At the sound of Jim Norton's voice and at the eight of his sac subconsciously she must have been thinking of him all the while- a great Minding heat-wave seemed to burn acrose her eyes, and when the effect penned away she was herself again. A wild glance at her surroundings convinced her that both eh# and her lover were In danger. ” Keep back,” whispered Jim. “ Don't recognize me." " They believe that I’ve lost my mind, and , I’ll keep that Idea in their heads. Rons time tonight I’ll find a chance to talk to you." It took a good deal of cautious maneuver ing to bring about the meeting. “ Th ey shanghaied me. An ! I thought you dead! It waa all wrong. It was a trick of that Perigoff woman, nnd It succeeded. Girl, girl, I love you better than life!” I know it now,” she said; and she kissed him. “Has my father appenred yet?” " No," "Do you know anything at all about him?” sadly. v “ I thought T did. It’s all a Jumble to me. But beware of th* man who brought >ou here. He is tho head of ail our trou bles; nnd If ho knew I was oil board he’d kill me out of hund. He’d have to." Brnlno offered Bannock a thousand dollars to turn back as far as Boston; and as Ban nock had ail tho time in tho world, carrying uo perishable goods, ho con»;nted. But he never could quite understand what followed. He had put Florence and Braine in the boat nnd landed them; bnt when be went down to see If liralne had left anything behind, ip* found that Individual bound aud gagged ha his bunk. W.. TO BE CONTINUED!, / - t Ml .