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7 sites eiijelel ere TT 2.4 ae Pirie tris tit ees ee eepea2RBesi) Blrsie nsreiase were ee usryasbae'2?s aes _—_— By MAX BRAND Author of ‘‘ Dan Barry’s Daughter,'’ ‘‘The Night Horseman,’’ ete. WHAT HAS OCCURRED IN PARTS f! and II. IGH spirited Olivetta Dascom is informed by her father, Hugh Dascom, an idle gentleman, that it is her duty to marry to improve the family fortunes, fallen since the death of old Commodore Dascom. In a sudden temper she declares she will marry the first man to enter the gate of their Long Island estate; says he is an amateur historian. Through the entrance strides a stranger, John Hodge, who Later, through the wreck of a little sloop, two other strangers, Samuel Logan, and a sailor, Louis Kern, enter the Dascom house. | In the night Olivetta discovers both Hodge and Logan are playing some dark game in which a big globe owned by the old commodore features. ing. The globe is empty. She returns to bed, but is disturbed again by an intruder. She examines it and discovers a secret open- She fires at the man. Hodge dashes in to her assistance and they discover the wounded burglar is Logan. CHAPTER XII. THE COMMODORE’S SECRET. THERS were pouring fast as water O into the room. Men came first, men with frightened faces and resolutely set jaws. They stood about suspiciously and said nothing. Behind them, hanging back chiefly into the hall, were female do- mestics and Mrs. Hugh Dascom, keeping up a shrill and chattering chorus. Olivetta swung the bathrobe about her and waited wisely in a corner until the first outburst of the excitement was over. When it cleared away she found that a smooth voice was giving orders. It was the voice of her father. It was directing cer- taix people to stay. It was sending nearly every one, however, away. Of those who remained, there were only a chauffeur and a gardener who had come running into the house from their rooms over the stable. This story began in the Argosy-Allistory Weekly for November 3. 871 CoOmuicooolkkS.c©