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THE YUKON SUN
lillll
By HAROLD MAC GRATH
Illustrated from Scenes In the Photo Drama of the
Same Name by th*> Thanhousar Film Company
(Copyright, 1UH, by Harold Mac ti ratll)
* SYNOPSIS. I stretching his legs gratefully. "Why?"
"The auto bandits held up a bank
Stanley Hargreave, millionaire, after a messenger today and gut away with
miraculous escape from the den of the twenty thousand. Whenever a man
guns of brilliant thlev.s known as tin- drttWH down a big sum they seem to
Black Hundred, lives the llfe^of a n kQow about it And eayi Murphy, call
known ju the
the life of a
otwf*nlgM enter*'a'Hn'a.lway restaurant Up and have the river |>olicn look out
anil there innies fa.o to face with the for a new-fangled alrshli:
Banc's leader, llraine. After the meeting
during which neither man apparently
recognizes the other. Ilargrcave hunt.a
to hlB magnificent Rlvenlale home an I
lay« pinna for making Ills em ape from
the country. He writes a letter to ' e
- elgl'
Your mas-
ter may have been rescued," turning
to Jones.
"If I were only sure of that, sir!"
When the police took themselves off thorlty have you to engage me
Jones proceeded to act upon those slbly.
You were everything In this wide j
world to your father. You will never i
know the inls"ry and loneliness he j
suffered that you might not have one
hour of unrest. What are your plans?"
hf asked abruptly of the teacher from
Miss l'"arlow's.
"That depends," she answered, lav-
ing her hand protectlngly over the
girl's.
"You could leave Miss Farlow's on
the moment?"
"Yes."
"Then you will stay and be Miss
Florence's companion?"
"Gladly."
"What Is my father's name?"
"Ilargreave, Stanley Hargreave"
The girl's eyes widened In terror
Suddenly she burst Into a wild frenzy
of sobbing, her head against the shoul-
der of her erstwhile teacher
Jones appeared visibly shocked.
"What Is It?"
"We read the story In the newspa
per," snld the elder woman her own
eyes filling with tears. "The poor
child! To have all her castles-in-air
tumble down like this! But what an
Ben-
"lf there Is one," answered Norton
with his usual caution.
"On my word of honor, you Ehall
have such a story as you never dreamt
of, If you will promise not to divulge
it till the appointed time."
"I agree."
"The peace and happiness of that
child depends upon how you keep your
word."
That was sufficient for Norton.
"Your master knew me. He knew alBO
that 1 ain not a man who promises
lightly. Now Introduce me to the
daughter."
With plain reluctance Jones went
about the affair. Norton put a dozei
perfunctory questions to the girl. What
he was In search of was not news but
the sound of her voice. In that quar-
ter of an hour he felt his heart dis-
ut.ri. imiy | plans laid down by Hargreave early
Klrls' school In New JincV "la-
teen years before he had myst. .. . . .
doorstep his hubs daughter, that night When this was done lie
visit to
r Blaine
ind liar-
left on th
Florence Gray. He nls<> p;i*'
the hangar of a daredevil avh
and members of his bam! sill
greave's homo at nlKht. but IIS tl.ey ■ i' el
fhe house the watchers outside wee a
balloon leave the roof The sat. Is found
empty—the million wiil'Vi I lar^i- 1 v •" waa
known to have drawn that day gone.
sought his bed and fell asleep, the
sleep of the exhausted. When Ilar-
greave picked up Jones to share his
fortunes, he had put his trust In no
ordinary man.
A dozen reporters trooped out to the
Hargreave home, only to find It de-
serted And while they were ringing
bells and tapping windows, the
an
CHAPTER II.
The Master's Man.
Vroon faced Hargreave's butler som-
berly. The one reason why llraine
made this man his lieutenant was be- , ,
cause Vroon always followed the let-; reporter, Hargreave's only friend slept huppy babe!"
ter of his Instructions to the final pe- [ the Bleep of the just aud imjust^ lie -Thnnk you!"
Inside the home
Jones produced a document, duly
signed by llargreave. and witnessed
and pealed by a notary, in which It
wns set forth that Henry Jones, but-
ler and valet to Stanley Hargreav*\
had full powers of attorney In the
event of his (Hargreave's) disappear
nnce; in the event of his ck'ath, till
Florence became of legal age
Said Jones as he put the document
back in his pocket "What is your
they sought was tramping tip and . name?"
down the platform of tho railway sta- j "Susan Wane."
tion . I "I)o you love this child?
Through all this time Norton, the "With all my heart, the poor un
riod; he never sidestepped or added
any frills or innovations of his own,
and because of this very automatism
ho rarely blundered into a trap, if
he failed it was for the simple fact
that the master mind had overlooked
some essential detail. The organiza-
tion of the Black Hundred was almost
totally unknown to either the public
er the police. It is only when you fail
that you are found out.
"The patrolman has been trussed up
like you," began Vroon. "If they lind
him they will probably find you. But
before that you will grow thirsty and
hungry. Where did your master put
that money?"
"He carried it with him."
"Why didn't you call for help?"
"The houses on either side are too
far away. 1 might yell till doomsday
without being heard. They will have
heard the pistol shots; but Mr. Har
greaves was always practicing in the
backyard."
"The people in those two houses
have been called out of town. The
servants are off for the night."
"Very interesting." replied Jones,
staring at the rug.
"Your master is dead."
Jones' chin sank upon his breast
His heart was heavy, heavier than it
had ever been before.
"Your master left a will?"
"Indeed, I could not sa>
"We can say. He has still three or
four millions in stocks and bonds
What he took to the bottom of the sea
with him was hie available cash."
"I know nothing about his linancee
I was his butler and valet."
Vroon nodded. "Conn . men. it Is
time we took ourselves off. Put things
in order; clou* the sale. \ ou poor
Jackals, I always have to watch veu
for outbreaks of vandalism. Off with
you!"
He was the last to leave. He stare,l
long and searchingly at Jonee. who
felt the burning gaze but refused to
meet tt lest the plotter see the tire J'n
his. The door closed For fully an
hour Jones listened but o I net stir
They were really gone. He presst <1
his feet to the floor and began to hitch
the chair toward the table. Half way
across the Intervening space he erum
pled in the chair, almost completely
exhausted. He let a quarter of an
hour pass, then made the final attack
upon the remaining distance lie suc-
ceeded in reaching the d k, but he
could not have stirred an inch farther.
The hair on his head was damp with
Hweat and his hands were clammy
When he felt strength returning he
lifted the telephone off the hook with
bis teeth.
"Central, central! Call the police
to come to this numbei at n« • Har
greave's house, Rlverdale I eli them
to break in."
After what seemed an ago of wait-
ing to the exhausted pri*on« r, with
crashing and smashing < f dc rs, the
police appeared in the room.
Where's your gag demanded the
first officer to reach Jones sido
"There wasn't any."
"Then why didn't you yell for help?" (
"The thieves lured our neighbors
away from town. The patrolman who
walks this beat is bound and gagged
ind ie probably reposing back of the
billboard in the next block
"Murphy, you watch this man while
I make a call on the neighbors," said
the officer who seemed to be in au
thority. When he returned he was
frowning seriously. "We'd better tele-
phone to the precinct to search for
Dennison. There's nobody at home in
either house and there s nobody back
of the billboards 1'ntie the man "
When this was done, the otfi. r said
"Now, tell us what's happened; and
don't forget any of the details "
Jones told a simple and convincing
story; it was so simple and convinc-
ing that the police believed it without
question.
"Well, if that ain't the limit! Did
you hear any autos outside?'
rarely opened his eyeis before noon.
he conducted then'
Group after group of passengers
Jones eyed eagerly Often, just as ho
was in the act of approaching a couple
of young women, some man would
hurry up. and there would he kisses
or handshakes At length the crowd > er,„
thinned, and then it was that he (lis-, «No ••
covered a young girl perhaps eighteen, "Then he may be alive
accompanied by a young woman in the
early thirties. They had the appear-
ance of eagerly awaiting some one
Jonee stepped forward with a good
deal of diffidence.
"You are waiting for some one?"
"Yes," said the elder woman, coldly ; |np for you."
"A broken bracelet?" Tears came Into the girl's eves
The distrust 011 both faces vanished „ga|n and discreetly Jones left the
Instantly. The young girl s face Jw() a]onP
brightened, her eyes sparkled with "What shall I do, Susan? Whatever
suppressed excitement. I ghHn 1 do?"
"You are . . . my father?' ..j^e t)rave as you always are. I
"No, miss," very gravely. "I am the wl]1 never leave you till you find your
butler." father."
"Let me see your part of the brace- j Florence kissed her fervently
let." said tlio young girl's guardian, ••■\vhat is your opinion of the butler?"
a teacher who had been assigned to „j ^jnjj we may both trust hitn ab-
tlils delicate task by Miss Farlow, who KO|ute|y
could not bring herself to say good by Then Florence began exploring the
through the various rooms, at the
same time telling them what had ta
ken place during the preceding night
"They have not found his body?"
asked Florence. "My poor, poor fath
"Please God that he may!" said the
butler, with genuine piety, for he had
loved the man who had gone forth In
to the night so bravely and so strange-
I ly. "This is your room. Your father
spent many happy hours here prepar-
"Here, Just Glance Over This."
turbed as he had never before been
disturbed.
"Now. Mr. Norton," said Jones
gloomily, "will you be so kind as to
follow me?"
Norton was led to Jones' bedroom.
The butler-valet closed the door and
drew the window shade. Always seek-
ing shadows. This did not impress the
reporter at the time; he had no other
thought but the story. Jones then
sat down beside the reporter and
talked In an undertone. When he
had done he took Norton by the elbow
and gently but forcibly led him down
to the front door and ushered him
forth. Norton jumped into his taxieab
and returned to his rooms, which
to Florence anywhere except at the 1 j,ouge. Susan followed her closely
school gates. Florence peered behind the mirrors,
The halves were produced and ex , (jlp piC[Ureg (n the drawers of the
amlned. I desk. in the bookcases.
"I believe we may trust him, Flor- "What are you hunting for. child?"
ence." "A photograph of father." Rut she
"Let us hurry to the taxieab. We found none. More. thert> were no pho-
must not stand here." tographs of any kind to be found in
'My mother?" I stanley Hargreave's home.
she died
"She Is dead. 1 b
shortly after your birth
m\
Lifted the Telephone Off the Hook
With Hit Teeth.
with your father but fourteen years
I know but little of Ills life prior to
that."
"Why did he leave me all these
j ears without ever coming to Bee me" j your newspaper
When Norton awoke, be naturally
went to the door for the morning pa-
pers which were always placed in a
neat pile before the Bill.
gathered up the bundle, w as about to .
climb back into bed. when a head- ;
line caught his dull eyeB. Twenty-one
minutes later, to be precise, he ran
and rang the bell. He was admitted j
reporter had never paid any particu-
lar attention. Somehow Jones always
"I can add nothing to what has al
ready appeared in the newspapers,"
replied Jones, as Norton opened his
batteries of inquiries.
"Mr Jones, 1 have known your mas-
ter several 5 ears, as you will recollect.
There never was a woman in this
house, not even among the servants.
There are two In the other room.
Who are they? And what are they
doing here?"
Jones shook his head
"Well, 1 can easily find out "
Jones hatred his path, and for the
tirst time Norton gazed into the eyes
of the man servant. They were as
hard as gun metal.
My dear Mr. Jones, you ought to
know that sooner or later we report-
ers find out what we seek."
Jones appeared to relit 1 t Mr Nor-
ton. you claim to be a friend of Mr
Hargreave?'"
"I do not claim I am. More than
that 1 do not believe he is dead. He
was deep He hail some relentless en-
emies—I don't know where from or
what kind and he Is p eti tiding he's
dead till this blows over and is for-
gotten."
"You are not going to say that In
Jones was visibly
Why?" | agitated.
"It Is not for me, Miss Florence, to "Not If I can prove It "
Inquire into your father's act. But I "If 1 tell you who those young la-
do know that whatever he did was dies are, will you give me your word
meant for the best. Your welfaro was of honor not to write about them till
everything to him." | I give my permission.
"It Is all very Btrange," said the Norton, having in mind the big
girl bewllderedly. "Why didn't h.< story at the end of thla mystery tan-
come to meet me instead of you?" gle, agreed
Jones stared at his hands, miser-| "The elder Is a teacher from a pri-
vate school; the other Is Stanley Har
ably.
■ Why?" she demanded "1 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 around his neck and in some tight places.
greave's daughter "
"Good iiord!" gasped the astonished
reporter ' lie never mentioned the
fact to me," and we've been together
were at the top of the huge apart-
ment hotel. He immedately called up
his managing editor.
"Hello! This is Norton. Put Griffin
on the Hargreave yarn. I'm off on
another deal."
"Hut Hargreave was a friend of
yours," protested the managing ed-
•itor.
"I know it. But you know me well
enough. Mr. Blair. 1 should not ask
the transfer if It was not vitally lm
portant.
"O. very well."
"We sha'n't be scooped."
"If you can promise that. 1 don't
care w ho works on the job. Will jou
He yawned. | thc "fflce toniSht?" „
"If nothing prevents me.
"Well, good-by."
Norton tilled his pipe, drew his
chair to the window, and stared at
the groat liner going down to sea.
"Lord, Lord!" he murmured. Then
lie smiled and chuckled. Soi.ie bright
morning he would 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! Four columns on the first page,
and two whole pages Sunday. . .
And all of a sudden he ceased to
smile and chuckle.
In the living room of the Princess
Olga l'erigoff's apartment the mistress
lay reading on the divan. There was
no cigarette between her well shaped
lips, for she was not the accepted type
of adventuress. In fact, she was not
an adventuress; she was really the
Princess Perigoff. Her maiden name
had been Olga Pushkin; but more of
that later.
I When Braine came In he found her
dreaming with half closed eyes He
nourished an evening newspaper.
"Olga, even the best of us make
mistakes Here, Just glance over
this."
The Russian accepted the newspa-
per and read the heading Indicated:
"Aeronaut picked up far out at sea
Slips ashore from tramp steamer Had
live thousand In cash in his pockets."
"Hargreave escaped"'
"Not necessartly," she replied. "If
it was Hargreave he would have had
more than five thousand in hs pock-
ets. My friend, 1 believe It an at
tempt to fool you; or It Is another
man entirely " She clicked her teeth
with the tops of her polished nails.
"There are two young women In
the house What the deuce can that
mtan?"
"Two young women? O! then ev-
erything's as simple as daylight Kat-
rina Pushkin, my cousin, had a child."
"Child? Hargreave had a child?
What do you mean bv keeping this
fact from me?" he stormed
"It was useless till this moment. He
probably Bent for her yesterday; hut
in his effort to escape had to turn her
| over to his butler. We shall soon
i learn whether llargreave Is dead or
Vroon last night. He does everything
Just as you tell him When they re-
ported that Hargreave had visited
Ort's hangar you ought to have pre-
pared against such a coup aa flight
through the air."
"I admit it. But a daughter! Well,
I can bring him back," with a sinister
laugh. "By the Lord Harry. I have
him In my hands this time, that Is, if
this girl turns out to be his daughter.
A million? Two, three, all he has In
the world. 1 want you to pay a visit
right away. Watch the butler, Jones.
He'll lie, of course; but note how he
treats the girl; and If you get the
chance look around the wallB for a
secret panel. He might not have car-
ried away the cash at all, only enough
for his Immediate needs, which would
account for that five thousand on the
mau picked up at sea. if I could only
get Inside that house for an hour!"
"I believe I'll call at once. I.eo.
was Hargreave the man's real name?
Braine laughed. "That iB of no vital
consequence. He will be Hargreave
till the end of the chapter, dead or
alive. You can tell me the news at
dinner tonight."
So, later, when the butler accepted
her card at the door, loath aa he
might be, there was nothing for him
to do but admit ber.
"Whom do you wish to see.
madam?" stepping back Into the shad-
ow.
"Miss Hargreave. I'm an old friend
of her mother's."
"There is no such person here "
"To whom. then, does this hat be
long?" she asked quietly. She waved
her hand Indolently toward the hall
ruck.
Jones' lips tightened. "That belongs
to Miss Gray, a kind of protege of Mr
Hargreave's."
"Indeed! You have no objections
to my seeing her? My maiden name
was Olga Pushkin, cousin to Katrina.
wife of Stanley Hargreave. 1 am. If
you will weigh the matter carefully,
a kind of aunt."
To Jones it was as if Ice had sud-
denly come into contact with his
heart's blood. But as he still stood
In the shadow, she did not observe
the pallor of liis face.
"If you will state exactly why you
wish to see her, madam."
"You seem to possess authority?
"Yes, madam, absolute authority, j
Jones produced his document and
presented It to her
"There is no flaw in that." she
agreed readily. "I wish to see the
child. I have told you why."
"Very well, madam." Why had
they not telegraphed the child, even
on the train, to return to Farlow's He j
knew nothing of this woman, whether j
she was an enemy or a friend. He
conducted his unwelcome guest Into
the library.
"How did you know that she was
here?" suddenly.
But she waB ready. "I did not. But
the death of Mr. Hargreave brought
me. And that youthful hat in the hall
was a story all its own. Later I shall
show you some papers of my own.
You will have no cause to doubt them.
They have not the legal power of
yours, but they would find standing in
any court."
Jones turned and went in search of
Florence.
The princess lost no time in begin-
ning her Investigations, but she wast-
ed her time. There was no secret
panel In evidence.
"Who is she?" asked Florence as
she looked at the card. "Did my fa-
ther know princesses?"
"Yes," said Jones briefly. "Be very
careful what you say to her. Admit
nothing. She claims to be a cousin of
your mother. Perhaps."
"My mother?" Without waiting for
any further advice from Jones, whom
Florence in her young years thought
the princess. "We'll be bad within
i ll tell them what I
half an hour.
know." . . , . -
Jones, In the hall, caught sight of
the reporter coming up the steps.
Here was some one he could depend
upon.
"Why, Mr. Norton!"
The reporter eyed the princess la
amazement.
"You look surprised. Naturally,
am a cousin of Miss Florence's moth-
er. You might Bay that I am her
aunt. It's a small world. Isn't It. Bu
If wishing could poison, the reporter
would have died that moment.
"Who are you and what are you
doing here?" one of the detectives de-
manded.
"I am going to ask that very ques-
tion of you," said Norton urbanely.
"We are from headquarters," replied
one, showing his badge.
"What headquarters? What are
they asking you to do?" he eald to
Florence.
"They say I must go to th® police
station with them "
"Not the least In the world," laughed
the reporter. "You two clear out of
here as fast as your rascally legs can
carry you. I don't know what your
game is, but I do know every repu-
table detective In New York, and >ou
don't belong."
"Good heavens!" exclaimed the
princess; "do you mean to say that
these men are not rea,1 detectives.
"Tills girl goee to the police station,
young man So much the worse foi
you if you meddle Take yourself off
"All In good time."
"Here, Jenner, you take charge o!
the girl. I'll handle this guy. H«
shall go to the station, too."
What followed would always be vlv
idly remembered by Florence, fresb
from the peace and happiness of her
school life. Norton knocked his oppo
oent down. He rose and for a moment
Uie room seemed full of legs and arms
and panting men A foot tripped up
Norton and he went down under the
bogus detective. He never suspected
that the tripping foot was not acci-
dental. He was too busy.
The other man dragged Florence
toward the hall, but there the peaceful
butler entered into the field of action
with a very unattractive automatic.
The detective threw up his hands.
The struggle went on in the library.
A trick of jiu-jitsu brought about the
downfall of Norton's man, and Norton
ran out into the hall to aid Jones. He
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"Tell Me About My Fathff."
presuming upon his authority, she ran
downstairs to the library. Her mother.
to learn some fact about the mother
of whom she knew nothing! searched the detective's pockets an*
"You knew my mother?" she cried secured the revolver. The reeult of
without ceremony.
lie heard the princess 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 "
Jon
tightly
forgive him!" Tears swam In
her eyes as she spoke
"Everything will be explnltied to
you when we reach the house But
"I don't rocollect," ald Jones, | always remember this, Mlsa Florence
"lie never mentioned it to any one
but me. ' Jones again seemed to re-
flect At last he raised his glance to
the reporter "Are you willing to wait
for a great story, the real story?"
alive We can use the child to bring
htm back "
The anger went out of his eyes
"You're a wonder, Olga "
"But you should have gone with
to pinch my cheeks. 1 met him again
the other night, but he did not recog-
nize me; and I could not find It in my
heart to awaken his memory in a pub-
lic restaurant."
Presently Jones came in to an
nounce that two detectives reque«ted
to see Florence. The two men en
tered, informing her that they had
been instructed to Investigate the dis-
appearance of Stanley Hargreave.
"Who are you, miss?"
"I am his daughter."
"Ah!"
One of the detectives questioned
Florence minutely while the other
wandered about the rooms, feeling the
walls, using the magnifying glass,
turning back the ruge. Even the
girl's pretty room did not escape his
scrutiny. By and by he returned to
the library and beckoned to his com-
panion. The two conferred for a mo-
ment. One chanced to look Into the
mirror. He saw the bright eyes of
the princess gazing Intelligently Into
his.
"I'm afraid we'll have to ask you to
accompany us to the station, miss."
"Why?"
"Some technicalities. We must have
gome proof of your right .to be In
this house. So far as we have learned.
Hargreave was unmarried. It will
take but a few minutes,"
"And I will accompany you." said
4
all this was that the two bogue de-
tectives soon found themselves in
charge of two policemen, and they
were marched off to the station.
"Your advent was most providential,
straightened, his hands shut Mr. Norton," said Jones In his usual
I colorless tones.
Tell me about my father!" ' "I rather believe so. Why don't
The princess smiled. It was Katrina you pack up and clear out for a while?"
Pushkin come to life, the same impul "1 am stronger In this house than
slveness. "I knew him but slightly. I : elsewhere," answered the butl«r euig-
was a mere child myself when he used | matlcally.
Well, you know best," said the r
porter.
The princess was breathing rapidly.
No. on second thought Bhe had no
wish to throw her nrms about the re-
porters neck and kiss him.
(TO BE CONTINUED )
Traits of British Troopa.
When discussing the penlntular
campaign with John Wilson Ctoker
Wellington told him that "the nat/onal
character of the three kingdoms was
strongly marked In my army. 1 found
the English regiments always In the
best humor when we were well sup-
plied with beef; the Irish when we
were In the wine countries, and the
Scotch when the dollars for pay came
up. This looks like an epigram, but 1
assure you It waa a fact, and quite
perceptible. But we managed to
reconcile all their tempers, and I
venture to say that In our later cam-
paigns, and especially when we
crossed the Pyrenees, there never was
an army In the world In better spirits,
better order or better discipline."
Nothing Left to Say.
Mtb. Gabbelgh—Strange you should
talk In your sleep I never do
Her Husband—Certninly not. You
tell everything that's on your mind be-
fore going to bed
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The Yukon Sun (Yukon, Okla.), Vol. 22, No. 51, Ed. 1 Friday, November 27, 1914, newspaper, November 27, 1914; Yukon, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc128622/m1/2/?rotate=90: accessed April 24, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.