SIO,OOO FOR 100 WORDS. " The Million Dollar Mystery" story trill run for twenty-two consecutive weeks in this paper. By an arrangement with the Thanhouser Film company it has been made possible net only to read the story in this paper but also to see it each week in the various moving pioture thoaters. For the solution of this mystery story SIO,OOO icill be given by the Thanhouser Film corporation. CONDITIONS GOVERNING THE CONTEST. The prixe 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 tico reels of motion pioture drama will be made and the last tiro chapters of the story written by Harold MaoGrath. Solutions may he sent to the Than houser Film corporation, either at Ch'ioago or Hew York, any time up to midnight, Jon. H. This allows several weeks after the last chapter has been published. A board of three fudges will determine which of the many solutions received is the most acceptable. The judges are to be Harold MacGrath, Lloyd Lonergan, and Miss Maa Tinee. The judgment of this board will be absolute and final. Nothing Of 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 trill 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 coinoidentally, 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 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 connection with the mystery as an aid to a solution: No.l —What becomes of the millionaireT No. 2 —What becomes of the SI,^OO,OOOt No. 3—W/iom does Florence marry f No. k —What becomes of the Russian count esst Nobody connected either directly or in directly with "The Million Dollar Mys tery " will be considered as a contestant. SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS. Stanley Hnrgreave, millionaire, after a mlrneuloua eacupe from the den of the Kanx of brilliant thlevea known an the 11 luck Hundred, live* the life of n rerluae for eighteen yearn. Hargreave acci dentally meeta Dralne, leader of the Dlnck Hundred. KgonlnK Dralne will try to get him, he eacapra from hla own home by n balloon. Before raraplny he wrltea a letter to the girl*' where eighteen yeara before he mywterl oualy left on the doorstep hI a baby daughter, Florence Gray. That day Hnr greave alao iliana one million dollara from the bank, but It la reported that thla dropped Into the aea when the bal loon he eacaped In nai punctured. Florence arrlvea from the glrla' achool. Countea* Olga, Bralne'a companion, vla- Ita her and clnlma to be a relative. Two bogua detectlvea call, hut their plot la /oiled by Norton, a newapnper man. By bribing the captain of the Orient Norton lnya a trnp for Dralne and hla tang. Counteaa Olga alao vlalta the Ori rnt'a captain and ahe eanlly falla Into the reporter'* anare. The plan provea abor tive through Dralne'a good lack, and only hlrellnga fall luto the handa of the police. After fnlllng In their flrat attempt the Black Hundred trnp Florence. They aak her for money, but ahe eacapea, again foiling them. Norton and the counteaa call on Flor ence the next day, once anore aafe at borne. The vlaltora having gone, Jonea remove* a aeotlon of flooring, and from ■ cavity takea a box. Puraued by mem ber* of the Dlack Hundred, he ruahea to the water front and aucceeda In drop ping the box Into the aea. Counteaa Olga, achemlng to break the engagement exUtlng between Florence Bargraava and Norton, Invttea them both to her apartment* and pretend* to faint In the reporter'* arms. Florence ap peara In the doorway Juat at the plnnned moment, and a* a reault give* Norton back hla ring. Accomplice* of Dralne ancceed In kid naping Florence while ahe 1* ahopptng ■nd hurry her off to aea. Norton re ceive* a wlrelen* later Informing him that the girl hnd leaped into the aea anji been drowned. CopyrltfM: 1914: By Harold MacGrath.] CHAPTER X. THE PAST A BLANIC. IT was perfectly true that Florence had oast herself Into the sea. It had not been an aot of despair, however. On the con- trary, hope nod courage had prompted her to leap. The night was clear, with only a moderate sea running. At the time the great sbiptras passing the Banks, and almost within hail she saw a fishing schooner riding graoefullf at anchor. She quite readily be lieved that If she remained on board the George Washington eh* was lost She nat urally forgot the marvel of wireless telegra phy. No longer may a man hide at sea. So, with that quiak thought which was a part of her inheritance, she seized the life buoy, climbed the rail, and leaped far out. As the t>»eat dark tossing sea swooped tip to meet hdr she noted a block of wood bobbing np and down. She tried to avoid It, but could not, and struck it bead on. Despite the blow and the shock of th* chill water she Instinctively clung to the booy. The wash from th* mighty propellers tossed her about, hither and yon, from one swirl to another, Hke a chip of wood. Then everything grew blank. Fortunately for her the master of the fish lag schooner was at th* time standing on bis qnerter deck by the wheel, squinting through his glass at th* liner and envying the ease arid eeoifort of those on boeed her. The ttatei sitting OB th* steps and smoking hla turning-in pipe, BOW the 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 'ere an' take a peek through this glass. I'm dreamin'!" The mate jumped and took the glass. " Where away, sir?" " A p'int off th' sta'board bow. See some thjn' white bobbin' up?" " Tessir! Looks 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 tnfled 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 boot, with the 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 was a stiff bit of work, too, to land her aboard without adding to her Injuries. The master ordered the men to put her in his own bunk, where he nearly strangled her by forcing raw bran dy down her throat. "Well, she's alive, anyhow!" When Florence finally opened her eyes the gray of dawn lay on the sea, dotted here and there by the schooners of the fleet, which eeemed to be hanging in midair, as at the moment there was visible to the eye no hori zon. " Don't seem t' recognize nothln'." " Mebbe 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 th' tarnation we goin' to do? She'll haff 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, Ca>p'n, they's 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 the slightest inclination to leave the bunk. She lay on her hack 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 fne bump, now diminished; but that it should leave her in this comatose state vastly puzzled the men. The truth is she bad 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 biankness of the mind. The final cod was cleaned and packed a-way in salt, the mudhook raised, and the schooner Betty 6et 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 caro for the girl, once she knew what the trouble was. Tnere 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 the facts. A fair wind carried the Betty into her haven; and shortly after Florence was sleep ing peacefully in a feather bed, ancient, it is true, but none tho less soft and inviting. In all this time she had not spoken a single word. "The poor young thing!" murmured the motherly Mrs. Barnes. " What beautiful hair! O, John, I wish you -would give up the sea. I hate it. It is terrible. I am always watching you in my mind's eye, in calm ■weather, in stoma. Pieces of wrecks come ashore, and I always wonder over the death and terror hack of them." " Don't y* worry none about me, Betty. I bever take no chances. Now I'm goin' Int' th* village an' bring back th' sawbones. He'll tell us what t' do." The village doctor shook his grizzled head gravely. " She's been hurt and shocked at the same time. It will be many days before she comes around to herself. let her do as she pleases. Only keep an eye on ner so that she doesn't wander off and get lost. I'll watch the newspapers, and if I come across any thing which bears upon the case I'll notify you." But he searched the newspapers In vain, for the simple fact that he did not think to glanoe over the old ones. Florence was soon able to walk about. Or dinary conversation she seemed to under stand; but whenever the past was broached she would shake her head with frowning eyes. Her msin diversion consisted of sitting en the sand dunes and gazing out at sea. \* ' . 9 THE TELEGRAPH, HARRISBURG, PA„ AUGUST 1914. One day a stranger came to town. He said he represented a life insurance coinpmy and was up here from Boston to take a little vacation. He sat on the hotel porch that evening, surrounded by an admiring audi ence. The stranger had been all over the world, so it seemed. He spoke familiarly of St. Petersburg, Vladivostok, Shanghai, as 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 telling of his many voyages he asked if there was a good bathing beach nearby. He was told that he would find the most suitable s>pot "GIRL, GIRL, I LOVE YOU BETTER THAW UFEf near Capt. Barnes' cottage just outside the village. " An' say. Mister, seen anythin' in th' pa pers about a missin' young woman?" asked eoine one. "Missing young woman? 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 turns prospective passengers to other lines. It hurts business. What's the 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 insane 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 close to the ground. They used to get the best of us on the suicide game. A matt would take out a large policy today and to morrow he'd blow his head off, and we'd have to pay bis wife. But nowadays a policy is not worth the paper it's written on if a man commits suicide under two years." " You ain'f tryin' 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; and to morrow morning I'll go out to Capt. Barnes' beach and have a good swim. I'm no sailor, but I like water." He honestly enjoyed swimming. Early the next morning he was in tbe water, frolicking about as playfully as a boy. He had all the time in t'ne world. -Over his shoulder he saw two women -wandering dowij toward the beach. Deeper he went, farther out. He was a bold swimmer, but that did not pre vent a sudden and violent attack of cramps. And it was a rare piece of irony that the poor girl should save the life of that scoun drel who was without pity or mercy. As she saw his face a startled frown marred ner brow. But she could not figure out the puz zle. Had she ever seen the man before? She did not know, she could not tell. Why could not she remember? Why must her poor head ache so when s'ne tried to pierce the wall of darkness which surrounded her mentally? The man thanked her feebly, but the grat itude was on his lips and not in his heart. When he 'nad sufficiently recovered he re turned to the village and sought the railway station, where the Western Union had its office. " I want to !