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SYNOPSIS. ' On Windward Island Palldorl Intrlguea * Mrs. Golden Into an appearance of enrlf " which causes Golden to capture and tor- c siaa^a^assj'tgs .« « dyke gate* and floods the lrtand and ln * 'SlgSZJS: I gory. Twelve years later In New York a k fs-'s^'SsKLara » (Com the cadet Caaavantl. to whom Julee v Manet aha ta recaptured by L*ar. Lnt a S Stain are discovered by ManW, Ooi- h a secretary. setUng lira to Ooldaa's u buudlngi. but escape. ti THIRD EPISODE « THE COGNAC CASK "Brine that woman In hare!" com- * lriandad TBnrwh Golden u he flung open his library door. He stepped Inside, the next moment, as the figure » In black, pinioned close between o young Manley and Wilson, the butler, " was piloted Into the shadowy room. B "Sit down!" he barked out at the b silent and motionless figure with the t] heavy black Tell still draping Its lace, h "Manley. is there any chance of this woman being armed?" Golden v Bggdenly asked Of his Secretary. c "She's not armed, sir," waB young li Manley's quiet reply, "though It took v a tussle before Wilson and I could n get hold of her." t ! "Willi," Golden said to the veiled t figure In the chair, "what brought you 1 I spying and lurking about my home?" h | That was a question which the worn- I an apparently chose to leave unan- e ewered. d "Do you Intend to answer?" demanded the millionaire. "Or must I e have you put out of this house without a hearing?" "That seemB to be a habit of which time has not deprived you," was the quiet-toned reply. It was not the muffled sting in those words, nor the calm bitterness with which they were spoken, but more the voice itself, with its ghostly reminder of other days, that brought Golden up short. "Who are you?" he repeated when he saw that he and the veiled woman were alone In the room. "3Lnd why are you here?" "Yqu will misjudge that." answered the woman as she threw back the heavy folds of her veil, "as much as you misjudged my actions of twenty years ago!" «"Wby ar6 you here?" repeated Golden, with unconsciously hardening voice. "It was love for my daughter!" The pugnacity went out of the grim face bent over the desk top. "What do you know about — about your daughter?" he demanded, not meeting her gaze. : . "I know that she Is in danger. In terrible danger." 'That means you know where she t Is. where she could be found?" was d Golden's quick Inquiry. » "That Is the one thing that made me brave enough, or cowardly enough.

to come to you. I do not know where , she is. But I know that she can be , found!" i "So you have a suspicion where she , Is?" I "Yes." acknowledged the patient- ( • eyed woman. . ^ I "What are those suspicions founded ( "On certain "jprds which 1 over- | beard, words spoken by a very evil | man." "What is t£at man's name?" , "He is a one-anaed man, named Le- . gar." , Golden half rose from his chair. "So'' you and Legar are still com- ; rad.es, I see!" he cried, turning the r blafie of hate in that still open wouad of pride. "Legar and 1 never were comrades. For years I have Kept a little restaurant for art students and shopgirls, Just off Washington square. It Is near the Italian ouii ier there. Some-

came In a hurry. They had dodged I hear tLlr^talk through the Utile! kitchen slide through which we pees dishes. And when I heard their I Tolces I opened the slide e little, end I knew at once that one of the men was Palldorl. or Legar. as he calls sow. He was talking mostly a man called Caaavantl Then—" "Walt a minute." Interrupted Goldeh, with his finger on the bell button, T want my secretary to hear this." The woman in black sat silent until Manley had re-entered the room. Then Golden motioned for her to continue. "I heard Legar mention your name," she went on, still unmoved by the older man's half-sneering Incredulity. he blamed Casavantl for some scheme that had tailed, some scheme degrade my Margory. But he had girl hack, he said, and this time expect Caaavantl to do his part "Casavantl also said he wanted that woman for himself, and declared she'd come like a hungry cat when he'd finished with her. I knew then what he I knew what Legar was planning. It — it made me forget everyI started for the table where they were. I tried to hold Legar. I — t think I called for. help. I clung to as he staggered toward-the door. one of his men struck me. They escaped, then, for I was too dazed to anything more." It was Manley who spoke next, an eager light In his scowling young eyes. "But where did they say the girl was?" he asked. "They did not say. But one of them spoke of Oyster Joe, who'd stolen some casks of old cognac. This man Oyster Joe was sending the casks by another man named Old Eli to some secret hiding place." "But how can that help us?" asked Manley. "I thought, with those names to work with, I might In some way find my child, find her and save her. Surely, with money, men could be hired — " "Do you hear. Manley." broke In the grim-Jawed man of millions. "It's money again! It's always money!" He wheeled about and confronted the tired-faced woman "This is the second pretty Btory I've had to listen to lately. And, madam, I may as well tell you now that 1 don't believe a single word of It. Whether you're another come-on for that Cookson gang or not, I don't know. I don't even care. But I know that twenty years ago you deceived me, and lied to me. You robbed me of more than my home then. But you'll never do it a second time!" The white-faced woman was also on her feet by this time. "I have no wish to go back to the past," was her coldly-enunciated reply. "I expect neither pity nor gen- :

sroslty from you. But when your own laughter ts In danger, when you could her, when — " her voice broke as she saw the look of adamant on Golden's face. "Oh, it's no use; It's no use!" she cried sobblngly as she turned and groped her way towards the door. It was not until that door closed behind her that Golden once more sank his chair. And as he sat there, wrestling with his own tangled emotions before the dark tent of his soul, Manley ^stood staring down at him With both studious and puzzled eyes. "For a man who counts his money in eight figures," that youth finally declared, "i think you're the most unmitigated ass that ever wore shoe leather £ "Wha— what's that?" demanded the astounded millionaire. "Why, man, are you blind? Can't you see this woman is sincere, that she's telling the truth, that she prob-

; he could overtake her. She stopped V " a • be of malarial .aaaistABoe to you to this J matter you spoke ot" 1 Manley, who had taken, the roll of 1 1 bills from the wallet, waa quite sot 1 cmn-faced as he handed the money to I the equally solemn-faced woman. Yet j > the shadow of a smile played about j - his llptf as he watched the austere > figure in black disappear from eight i« 1 Then he turned back to the library. k I There he found Golden pacing back | » and forth, padding grotesquely about ■ from pocket to pocket. 1 "Manley, my wallet's gone!" was ^ 1 the financier's cry. •Was there any money In It?" In- r i quired the secretary. "What d' you suppose I'd keep in - it?" was the Impatient demand. "Tak §£ 3 cum powder? Of course there was^ - money In It — over four hundred dol- ) lars In greenbacks!" Manley shook his head In mock sor- > "This, Sr. looks like very grave carelessness!" j "It looks like very grave thievery to i me," snapped the older man. ; " «.••••• The Emissary In Oak. Midway betwen that portion of New 1 3 York harbor, known as the Upper bay, " 3 and the open reaches of the sea that 3 wash up the sands of Manhattan r beach, lies a district that might be fit- ^ 8 tlngly denominated as No Man's land. One of the leaat savory habitations adorning that fringe of a city's ' flotsam was the ruinous boathouse of ° a certain Oyster Joe. 3 And Oyster Joe, the river pirate, ^ ^ looked the part. The unsteadiness of his still muscular limbs, the looseness *> 6 of his swollen Hps, the unkemptness ® of his entire surroundings, all united to proclaim him a lover of the eoifthat , 6 can cheer and at the same time lnebriate. This fact. Indeed, was further 0 evidenced by the earnestness Vlth " which Oyster Joe, himself making his way into the sail loft, lifted a worn 1_ tarpaulin aside and studied a row of 5 cognac casks. n So Intent was his study of this 8 wealth of Joy to be that he saw and a- heard nothing of a slender-bodied ;-l e stranger who quietly approached his d abode, entered it, and stared studiously about What made this Intruder n even more mysterious was the fact £ that across the upper part of his face e he wore a narrow band of yellow cloth, s- The movements of this mysterious i- stranger were marked by celerity, j When his Investigations, In fact were suddenly Interrupted by a sound which n grew louder along the narrow road winding Inland through the salty marshes, he crept to the door, peered out and prepared himself for a promised Intruder. For approaching Oyster Joe's boathouse he could plainly make out a two-horse wagon driven by a slattern-shouldered and white-beard-ed man of about sixty. The masked Intruder crept back through the boathouse, entered the sail loft and stealthily approached the still musing figure of Oyster Joe. In a moment he had the old pirate botlnd and gagged. Then, hearing the wagon wheels almost at the door, the stranger dragged his Inert captive to a nearby beam, lashed him to it and over him threw, the tarpaulin from the cognac casks. SUpping back to the outer rooms the masked stranger drew his revolver and stood close in beside the shadow ■ of t^e door, calmly waiting for the man who had already alighted from the wagon. FYom the mouth behind the white whiskers came a squeak, Uke thesqueak of a rat behind a wainscoting. as the stranger's revolver was thrust

1 unexpectedly Into his startled old face. ' Before he could quite recover from 1 that initial shock of surprise a strand of rope was around his -wrists and he ' was being backed unceremoniously ! away into the sail loft. 1 Therg, gagged and triced to a beam, he kept company with his rolling-eyed and equally mystified confrere, Oys1 ter Joe. There he sat blinking about , him as the masked stranger briskly roHed two of the oognac casks out to ' the waiting wagon. loaded them on 1 the platfdrm and as briskly drove away, taking with him both the timeworn hat and the bottle-green overcoat of the original driver of that wagon. But before debouching from the 3 mien marshlands Into the busier outskirts of South Brooklyn the audacious 3 abductor of cognac had converted himself Into a somewhat startling faol simile of the earlier owner and driver 1 of the wagon. " He directed his course towards that subterranean haven of Illicit beverages __ J

IBBHLH I J3 J| i|J Ha JHE9 ! j* KjH&egM «l Could Hear Their Talk Through the Little Kitchen Slide."