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THURSDAY, MARCH 17, 1921.
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Poetry and Persiflage
The Pawns Count
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THE BRAVE HEART
“Played up for it, just
“She
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not so much a physical attribute
Times-Dispatch.
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SANCTUMSIFTINGS
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To be Continue@
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A
little chorus of non-
Nikasti stepped for-
con-
influ-
scientiously performed of a good
ence set at work in the world, is
and it
heart
At the rate deforestation is going on,
in about fifty years a tree will be as
fare as a pedestrain on city streets.
was
was
I find an article that says
if a monkey in the jungle
is fond of staying out at night
You may be sure he’s single.
He’s handsome, tall and dignified,
Well groomed from head to foot;
As far removed as one could wish
From likeness to the brute.
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One reason why we cannot believe
that Lenine is a real bolshevik is he
does not cultivate a full beard.
But as I wipe my lonesome eyes.
And seek my sleepless pillow,
I can’t help wishing that my Fred
Were more like that gorilla!
—E. F. A., in Kansas City Star.
I thought that when I married Fred
I’d found a prince of men;
And yet he telephones tonight
He’s at the club again!
And so, as we go our paths.
Each on his own way bent.
Let's have a heart for the other ehap
And help him to pay his rent!
I’d fall, for the day might come
When I would be on the blink.
And you might loosen a bunch of kale
To buy me a quart of ink!
Twilight and evening bell.
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of fare-
well,
When I embark;
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Authoritative.
(From the Boston Transcript).
“Bill is going to retire from business
for five years.”
“Oh, I’ve heard him say that before.”
“Yes, but this time the judge said it.”
But such a tide as moving seems asleep
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the
boundless deep
Turns again home.
Packing house butchers are strongly
of the opinion that a wage cut is not
to be listed among the so-called choice
cuts.
Let’s say, that if we were rich
We’d buy him a plate of shad,
For it doesn’t cost much to be generous
With the wealth that we wish we
had.
—Henry Edward Warner in Richmond
A Lost Habit.
(Newspaper Note—After a gorilla has
taken a mate he is never found wand-
ering alone at night.) ,
Again I sit here all alone,
By my rose shaded taper.
With no more thrilling thing to do
Than read the evening paper.
Eastern Offices.
New York Office. 341 Fifth Ave.
Now when he reaches Simianhood
And takes himself a mate,
This model monkey Benedict
Would scorn to stay out late.
Although Mr. Harding has succeeded
in filling his cabinet there does not
appear to be any shortage of lawyers
in the country.
ted, but the rewar of a duty
If—
if I were a millionaire
And you came along my way
Asking me for a two-bit piece
To buy you a plate of hay;
That antifly campaign is all right,
but it is doubted whether it is going
to prevent them being knocked over
the left field fence.
It’s sure queer how many unknown
places in one’s yard have been dis-
covered by the carrier in which he
deftly drops the newspaper.
tho use toz republication of all news dispatches
credited te it cr not otherwise credited in this
paper, and also the local news published herein.
The gatherer of data comes to us with
the information that the value of farm
lands in the United States had quad-
rupled in the period of time from 1900
to 1920. He must have obtained his
figures from the tax assessor’s office.
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For tho’ from out our bourne of Time
and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have cross’d the bar.
—Alfred Tennyson.
“Why was I locked in here?” Pa-
It is now understood that if the al-
lies will be generous enough to reduce
their indemnity claim against Germany
one half, the Germans will be equally
as generous and reduce it the other
half.
The farm loan act is now constitu-
tional. Hereafter all the farmer has to
do is to get the money.
mela demanded
them en bloc.
There was a
comprehension.
explained that the brave
At any rate the soviet army is shoot-
ing workingmen is Moscow, it will not
be very many days until the species
becomes extinct, then there will be
left only soviet soldiers and a few peo-
ple in Russia.
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Cupid Draws His Net.
(From the Daily Illini).
The engagement is announced of
Vivian Fish, ’20, of Taylorville, and F.
II. Fish of College Station, Tex.
It is said that splendid hair tonic can
be made by pouring alcohol over violet
blossoms. Come to think of it, vio-
lets ought to improve the flavor some-
what,
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Perpetual blush is the name of a new
cosmetic.- it is being very widely
demonstrated.
Count Witte puts the kibosh on
Kaiser Bill’s claim to being the origi-
nator of the league of nations. What
Bill wanted was a German league.
Member American Newspaper Publishers’ Ass’n., Southern News-
paper Publishers’ Ass’n., and Audit Bureau of Circulations.
Member of the Associated Press.
The Associated Fress is exclusively entitled to
an en-
A scientific journal informs us of a
new method of manufacturing ice of
hitherto unheard of density. It is to
be hoped that the neW process puts
sixteen ounces in a pound.
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indignantly, taking
Dry Humor.
(From the Pittsburgh Chronicle-Tele-
graph). (
She was a dear old lady, but like us
all, she had her faults.
He was just an ordinary English
railway conductor, so he had his faults.
“I say, porter,” she said to him as
she was getting into the train, “decs
this train stop at Scroggsville?"
“Yes,” respectfully replied the con-
ductor. ‘
\ At the first station she poked her
head out of the window and inquired:
“Is this Scroggsville?”
Upon the conductor replying that it
was not, she withdrew, but repeated the
annoying question at every station—
fifteen in all—until Scroggsville was
reached.
At Scroggsville, being told that she
had reached her destination, she came
out with another question, which she
must have been keeping up her sleeve:
“Is it raining, porter?”
“No, ma’am,” the long suffering con-
ductor replied very quietly. “It’s rain-
ing water!”
Fischer replied.
as I did,”
was clever
There is now some hope of Tom
Marshall getting his name in the news-
papers; he is no longer the vice pres-
ident.
viable epitaph, although it may be
written only upon the hearts of the
few who saw and approved.
After practicing a while longer on
nonpartisan league organizers, the
Kansas farmers will know how to pull
off a sure enough lynching.
A New York medice has made a
chicken’s heart live nine years. So he
It’s an ill wind, etc. The melon
growers are 'already hinting that the
high railroad rates will prevent the
shipment out of the state of any quan-
tity of the fruit the coming season.
The Meanest Mean Man.
(From the Los Angeles Times.)
President Edward L. Doheny of the
Mexican Petroleum company was talk-
ing in New York about a mean man.
He said:
“Like all mean men, he can’t help
his meanness. Sometimes he tries to
be generous to loosen up, but it’s no
use.
“They tell a story about him. It
seems that once, in the bad old days,
before the blessing of prohibition de-
scended on us, he invited two men into
a saloon. He lined them up at the bar,
gave them each a jovial slap on the
back and said heartily:
“ ‘Now, then, which of you fellows is
going to have a drink on me?”
The Second Post
(Received by the Grinnell Review).
Gentlemen: I am now engaged ini
writing a new novel. The hero is
myself and the heroine is my love.
We are to be married upon the accept-
ance and publication of the book by
a publisher. Now would you people
publish this book? If you cannot un-
dertake the publication will you please
advise me who I might deal with on
a book of this nature? If there are a
publisher anywhere either in your town
or outside whom you think would take
it I will take the matter up with them
at once upon hearing from you. Yours:
truly, etc.
A medical scientist has kept a
chicken heart alive eight years by
artificial methods. If he wants to con-
fer a real blessing upon humanity he
should teach poultrymen how to make
a chicken grow two gizzards.
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In a lecture recently delivered in
his city by Dr. Charles E. Baker,
whose special study lies along the
lines of physical education, the asser-
tion was made that the individual
with the 'brave heart occupied the
place of largest advantage in the way
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Arrangement with International Feature Service, Inc.,
New York.
D. J. Randall.
Chicago, St. Louis and Detroit Otfices,
The S. C. Beckwith Agency.
LEGISLATURE ADJOURNS.
From Houston Chronicle:
After 61 days of fairly strenuous
work, the legislature adjourned last
Saturday, expecting to be called to
reassemble in special session next
summer.
A summary of the laws enacted, but
more definitely, perhaps, a summary
of those rejected, indicates that it was
inclined toward caution.
The fact that it rejected many more
laws than it enacted, and that it en-
acted fewer laws than has any legisla-
ture during recent years, will prove a
source of no regret to the people of
Texas.
There is disappointment in some
quarters over the failure of Gov. Neff’s
law enforcement program, but the gen-
eral feeling is that the proposed meas-
ure gave too much authority to state
officials in local affairs.
a There is very little disappointment
over the failure of proposed blue sky
legislation, the general opinion being
that the state has enough already, and
that no further steps should be taken
in the regulation of business without
sober second thought.
The antialien land bill, as amended
for the protection of those aliens al-
ready owning land, will probably end
what has been a long standing contro-
Versy.
An appropriation of $1,500,000 to
complete the ex-soldiers tuberculosis
hospital at Kerrville will meet with
general approval.
So, also, will the appropriation of
$2,000,000 a year for the rural schools,
an appropriation of $850,000 for voca-
tional training, an appropriation for
university expansion and creation of
the West Texas aricultural and me-
chanical college.
Throughout the session there was a
noticeable absence of pettiness and
log-rolling.
Members seemed not only intent on
transacting the state’s business in a
candid, sincere way, but they seemed
to have given it an unusual and grat-
ifying degree of thought.
The investigation of the prison sys-
tem, although not materializing in con-
crete results thus far, promises to lay
the foudation for constructive reforms.
The preliminary report of the com-
mittee in charge of this investigation
indicates that when the final report is
made the legislature will have both in-
formation and specific suggestions on
which to act.
It is certainly time that the prison
system were taken up and handled
without gloves.
The people of Texas have' been told
the same thing about it too often to
have any illusions about its unsatisfac-
tory condition.
It needs a general overhauling, and
the legislature might just as well get
busy, but not before a workable pro-
gram has been mapped out hy the com-
mittee.
enough to make use of my scaffolding,
and got up the ladder first. I’m not
squealing, but I’ve got to have that
document, whatever it costs me.”
Van Teyl was silent for a moment.
There was an undercurrent of some-
thing threatening in his companion’s
manner, of which he had taken note.
"And the second thing you men-
tioned?” he asked. “What is that?”
Fischer, as though to give due em-
phasis to his statement, indulged in a
brief pause. Then he leaned a little
forward and spoke very slowly and
very forcibly.
"I want to marry her,” he declared.
Van Teyl leaned back in his chair and
gazed at his vis-a-vis in blank aston-
ishment.
“You must be a dawned fool, Fisher!”
he exclaimed.
"You think so?” was the unruffled re-
ply. “I wonder why?”
“I’ll tell you why, if you want to
know,” Van Teyl continued bluntly. “I
know of four of the richest and best-
looking young men in America, twe
ambassadors, an English peer, and an
Italian prince, who have proposed to
Pamela during the last twelve months
alone. She refused every one of them.”
“Well,” Fischer remarked, "she must
marry some time.”
Van Teyl looked at him insolently.
“I shouldn’t think you’d have a dog’s
chance,” he prenounced.
There was a little glitter behind
Fischer’s spectacles.
"Up till now,” he admitted smoothly,
"I have not been fortunate. I must
confess, however, that I was hoping for
your good offices.”
“Pamela wouldn’t take the slightest
notice of anything I might say,” Van
Teyl declared. “Besides, I should hate
you to marry her.”
“A little blunt, are you not, my young
friend?” Fischer remarked amiably.
“Still, to continue, there is also the
matter of that document. I must con-
fess that I exercised all my ingenuity
to obtain possession of it on the
steamer."
“You would!” Van Teyl muttered.
"Your sister, however,” Fischer con-
tinued, “was wise enough to have it
locked up in the purser’s safe the mo-
ment she set foot upon the steamer. She
gave me the slip when she got it back,
and eluded me, somehow, on the quay.
She will scarcely have had time to part
with it yet, though. When she arrives
here tonight, it will in all probability
be in her possession.”
“Well?” Van Teyl demanded. “You
don’t suggest that I should rob her of
it, I suppose?”
“Not at all,” Fischer replied. “On the
other hand, you might very well in-
duce her to give it up voluntarily, or
at lease to treat with me.”
“You don’t know Pamela,” was Van
Teyl’s curt reply.
“I know her sufficiently,” Fischer
went on, leaning over the table, “to be-
lieve that she would sacrifice a great
deal to save her brother from Sing
Sing.
Van Teyl took the thrust badly. He
started as though he had been stab-
bed, and his face became almost ghast-
ly in its pallor. He tossed off a glass
of wine hastily.
“Just what do you mean by that?” he
asked thickly.
“Are you prepared,” Fischer contin-
ued,- “to have me visit your office to-
morrow morning and examine my ac-
counts and securities in the presence
of your partners?”
“Why not?” Van Teyl faltered. “What
the hell do you mean?”
"I mean, James Van Teyl,” his com-
panion declared, “that I should find
you a matter of a hundred thousnd
dollars short. I mean that you've
realized on some of my securities,
gambled on your own account with the
proceeds, and lost. You did this as re-
gards one stock at least with a forged
transfer, which I hold.”
Van Teyl looked almost piteously
around. Life seemed suddenly to have
become an unreal thing—the crowds
of well-dressed diners, the gentle
splashing of the water from the foun-
tains in the winter garden, the distant
murmuring of music from behind the
canopy of palms. So this was the end
of it! ll that week he had hoped
•against hope. He had been told of a
sure thing. Next week he had meant
to have a great gamble. Everything
was to have gone his way, after all.
And now it was too late. Fischer
knew, and Fischer was a cruel
man! . . .
The unnatural silence came to an
end. Only Fischer’s voice seemed to
come from a long way off.
“Drink your wine, James Van Teyl,”
he advised, “and listen to me. You’ve
been under obligation to me from the
start. I meant you to be. I brought
a great business to your firm, and I
insisted upon having you interested. I
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had a motive, as I have for most things
I do. You are well placed socially in
New York, and I am not. You are
also above suspicion, which I am not.
It suited me to take this suite in the
Plaza, nominally in our joint names,
but to pay the whole account myself.
it suited me because I required the
shelter of your social position. You
understand?”
"I always understand,” Van Teyl
muttered.
“Just so. Only, whereas you simply
thought me a snob, I had in reality
■a different and very definite purpose.
We come now, however, to your present
obligation to me. I can, if I choose,
tear up your forged transfer, submit
to the loss of my money, and leave you
secure. I shall do so if you are able
to induce your sister to hand over to
me those few lines of writing—to
Which, believe me, she has no earthly
right—and to accept me as a prospec-
tive suitor.”
Van Teyl was drinking steadily now,
but every mouthful of food seemed al-
most to choke him. Redeyed and de-
fiant, he faced his-torturer.
"You’re talking rot!” he declared.
"Pamela wouldn’t marry you if you
were the last man on earth, and if
she’s got anything she wants to keep,
she’ll keep it.”
“And see her brother disgraced,”
Fischer reminded him, “tried at the
Criminal Court for theft and sent to
Sing Sing? It’s a good name in New
York, yours, you know. The Van Teyls
have held up their heads high for more
than one generation. Your sister will
not fancy seeing it dragged down into
the mire.”
For a single moment the young man
seemed about to throw himself upon
his companion, Fischer, perfectly un-
moved, watched him, nevertheless, like
a cat.
"Better sit tight,” he enjoined. “Drop
it now or people will be watching us.
I have ordered some of the old brandy.
A liqueur or two will steady you, per-
haps. Afterwards we will go upstairs
and take your sister into our confi-
dence,”
Van Teyl nodded.
“Very well,” he agreed hoarsely.
“We’ll hear what Pamela has to say.”
CHAPTER XI.
Nikasti, with a low bow, watched the
disappearance of the lift into which
his two new masters, James Van Teyl
and Oscar Fischer, had stepped. He
waited until the indicator registered its
safe arrival on the ground floor. Then
he slowly retraced his steps along the
corridor,’ entered the sitting-room, and
took up the telephone receiver, which
was still lying upon the table.
"Will you give me number 77,”- he
asked—“Miss Van Teyl’s suite?”
There was a momen’s silence—then
a voice at the other end to which he
made obeisance.
“It is Miss Van Teyl who speaks?
I am Mr. Van Teyl’s valet. Mr. Van Teyl
is here now and will be glad if you
will come in.”
He replaced the receiver, listened
and waited. In a few moments there
was the sound of a light foot-step out-
side. The door was opened and Pa-
mela entered. She was still wearing
the grey tailor-made costume in which
she had left the steamer.
“Why, where is Mr. Van Teyl?” she
The United States is $500,000,000
richer today from income tax collec-
tions, that is, would be, were it no:
that $500,000,000 have been paid out for
bond coupons and taking up short time
i’loan certificates.
himself, a breathless chambermaid, a
hurt but dignified waiter, and the floor
x alet, who had not even stopped to
put on his coat, entered together. They
seemed a little stupefield at finding
Pamela alone and no sign of any dis-
turbance.
The Toonerville Bulldog.
(From the St. Joseph, Mo., News-Press.)
A vicious bulldog caused consider-
able excitement at Eight and Edmond
streets this morning. He snapped at
the ankles of a number of women
pedestrains and the police was called,
but before an officer arrived the dog’s
owner took him away.
of making a success of life,
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“Oh, for goodness sake, don’t go
away,” she begged. ‘‘Jimmy will be
here presently, for certain. To tell
you the truth, we have been rather
playing hide-and-seek this evening, but
it hasn’t been altogether his fault.
Please sit down over there—you will
find cigarettes on the sideboard—and
talk to me.”
“Delighted,” he agreed, taking the
chair opposite to her. “I suppose you
want to know what became of poor
Graham?”
A sudden bewilderment appeared in
her face. She leaned towards him. Her
forehead was knitted, her eyes puzzled
There was a new problem to be solved.
“Why, Mr. Lutchester,” she demands
ed, “how on earth did you get here?”
“Across the Atlantic,” he replied-
amiably. “Bit too rar the other way
round.”
“Yes, but what on?” she persisted. “I
went straight on to the Lapland after
we parted last week, and only arrived
here an hour or so ago. There was no
other passenger steamer sailing for
three days.”
“I was a stowaway,” he told her cons
fidentially—"helped to shovel coals all
the way over.”
"Don’t talk nonsense!” she protest-
ed a little sharply. “I dislike mysteries,
look at you! A stowaway, indeed! Tell
me the truth at once?”
He leaned forward in his chair to-
wards her. An ingenuous smile parted
his lips. He had the air of a school-
boy repeating a mischievous secret.
“The fact is. Miss Van Teyl,” he con-
fided, “I don’t want it talked about,
you know, but I had a joy fide over.”
“A what?”
“A joy ride,” he repeated.. “A cousin
of mine is in command of a destroyer,
and she was under orders to sail for
New York. He hadn’t the slightest
right, really, to bring a passenger, as
she was coming over on a special mis-
sion, but I had word about the trip over
here, so I slipped on board late one
night—not a word to any one, you
understand—and—well, here I am. A
more awful voyage,” he went on im-
pressively, “you couldn’t imagine. I
was sore all over within twenty-four
hours of starting. There’s practical-
ly no deck on those things, you know,
for siting out or anything of that sort.
The British Navy’s nowhere for com-
fort, I can tell you. The biggest liner
for me, going back!”
or acquirement as it was a moral
quality which enabled the possessor to
quickly choose between what was
most likely to prove harmful and what
would be beneficial in this pursuit
of the higher-attainments in which all
humanity is engaged, and after choice
to persistently pursue.
The speaker, in the course of his ad-
dress, pointed out one almost univer-
sal weakness on the part of the young,
especially those who were at school
gathering equipment for their advent
into what we are -pleased to term real
life—that of inattention, of permitting
the mind to wander from the matter
under consideration, asserting that
each time this was permitted, it con-
tributed toward the unfitting of the
mind to grapple adequately with those
problems which every individual must,
encounter and upon Which so much
of success or failure depend. In fact
it has been again and again demon-
strated that it is the person who has
cultivated the habit of mental concen-
tration who wins out in these en-
counters. This quality is what. made
Edison the great inventor he is, he re-
fused to be swerved from his line of
investigation by promising attractions,
once he had fixed his mind on the
attainment of a certain ena.
Concentration is not to be gained
in a few brief lessons and like other
desired qualities is the fruit of per-
sistence; this is why the young stud-
ents in the schools should be often re-
minded of the value of its possession.
It becomes' the more difficult to
obtain as the individual grows in
years, but unfortunately this fact
is not realised so much by the
young as it is by the older persons,
and hence the repeated effort being
made to fasten it upon the minds
while still in the impressionable age.
in an effort to spare from the rising
generation the regret in after life
over opportunities lost or happy ex-
periences denied because of the gold-
en hours of youth squandered in vain
imaginings and childish desires.
The brave heart, however, is not al-
together denied those who in youth
had neglected opportunities. The night
schools of the land are crowded with
those who have realized that they are
handicapped in the race of life and
are bravely endeavoring to supply a
deficiency brought about by their own
v thoughtlessness or by the conditions
which in their younger life denied
them the opportunities now so ardent-
ly coveted. The brave hear): is the one
which takes cognizance of the possi-
bilities as well as of the difficulties
and determines to make stepping
stones of the latter to reach the goal
to be gained only through earnest ef-
fort. These are the ones who from
time to time give surprise to the
world by what they have managed to
accomplish with but a few tools, with
which to work.
The teacher who can give the pupil
the point of view which will inspire
concentration, the teacher who can
convince the pupil that whatever is
worth an effort is worth thought, will
bring about a revolution of far more
meaning to the world than any of tho
mighty events written in world his-
tory, and this teacher will need the
brave heart just as much as the pupil
whose life is being directed onward
and upward, for many have labored at
the task and passed it on to others
without the acclaim of approval by
which the world acknowledges success;
for it is not anywhere promised us
that we shall eat of the fruits of our
labor, although it is at times permit-
ward, waved to the others to be silent,
and bowed almost to the ground.
“It was a mistake easily to be un-
derstood, madam,” he explained. “The
handle is a little stiff, perhaps, but t he
door was not locked. We all reached
here together, I myself barely a yard
in advance. No key was used—and
behold!”
Pamela was disposed to argue, but
a moment’s reflection induced her to
change her mind. This falsehood of
Nikasti’s was at least interestinrg. She
waved the hotel servants away.
“I am sorry to have troubled you,”
she said. “I will remember it when I
pay my bill.”
They took their leave, Nikasti show-
ing them out. When the last had de-
parted, he turned back to the center
table, from the other side of which
Pamela was watching him curiously.
“I cannot imagine,” she remarked,
“how I could have made such a mis-
take about the door. I tried it twice
or three times and it certainly seemed
to me to be locked.”
Nikasti moved a step nearer towards
her. Something of the servility of his
manner .had gone. For the first time
she looked at him closely, appreciated
the tense immobility of his features,
the still, penetrating light of his cold
eyes. A queer premonition of trouble
for a moment unsteadied her.
“There was no mistake,” he said
softly. “The door was locked.”
Even then she did not fully under-
stand the position. She leaned a little
towards him.
“It was locked?” she repeated.
“I locked it,” he told her. “It is locked
now, securely. I have been searching
in your room for something which I
did not find. I think that you had bet-
ter give it to me. It will save trou-
ble.”
“Are you mad?” she demanded breath-
lessly.
“Do I seem so?” he replied. “There
is no person more sane than I. I re-
quire from you the formula of the new
explosive, which you stole in Henry’s
restaurant eleven days ago.”
The sense of mystery passed. It was
simply trouble of the ordinary sort
FROM IDOLS—Little chil-
dren, keep yourselves from
4 idols. 1 John 5:21.
from an unexpected source.
“Dear me!” she murmured. "Every
one seems interested in my little ad-
venture. How did you hear about it?”
“I destroyed the cable telling me of
all that happened only a few minutes
ago,” he explained. “It was the fool-
ish talk of the young inventor which
gave his secret to the world to scram-
ble for.”
“It was very clever of your inform-
ant,”'she remarked, “to suggest that I
was the fortunate thief. Why not Os-
car Fischer? It was his plot, not mine.”
The eyes of the little Japanese seem-
ed suddenly to narrow. He realized
quite well that she was talking simply
to gain time.
“Madam,” he insisted, “the formula.
It is for my country, and fcr my coun-
try I would risk much.”
“I don’t doubt it,” she replied, “but
if I hold it, I hold it for my country,
too, and there is nothing you would
risk for Japan from which I should
Shrink for America.”
He laid his hads upen the table. She
turned her ring and clenched her hand.
She could see his spring ccming, real-
ized in those few seconds that here was
an opponent of more desperate and sub-
tle caliber than Joseph. Whether her
wits might have failed her, fate re-
mained her friend. There was a knock
at the door.
‘‘You hear?” she cried breathlessly.
“There is some one there. Shall I call
out?”
His hands and knee were gone from
the table. He was once mere his old
self, so completely the servant that for
a moment even Pamela was puzzled. It
seemed as though the events of the last
few seconds might have been part of a ,
disordered dream. Nikasti played to the
cue of her fevered question and entire-
ly ignored them. He opened the door
with a respectful flourish—and John
Lutchester walked in.
My business over here is supposed to
be secret. I am going round some of
the factories.from which we are draw-
ing supplies.”
She drew a long breath and began to
feel a little more like herself.
“Well, after this,” she declared, “I
shall be surprised at nothing. I have
had one shock already this evening, and
you are the second.”
"The first, I trust, was not disagree-
able?”
She shrugged her shoulders.
“Without flattering you,” she an-
swered, “I think I could say that I pre-
fer the second.”
“I had an idea,” Lutchester remarked
diffidently, “that my arrival seemed
either opportune or inopportune—I
could not quite tell which. Were you in
any way troubled or embarrassed by
the presence of the little Japanese gen-
tleman?”
“Of course not,” she replied. “Why,
he is Jimmy’s valet.”
“How absurd of me!” Lutchester mur-
mured. “By the bye, if Jimmy is your
brother—Mr. Van Teyl—I have a letter
to him from a pal in town—Dicky
Green. It was to present it that I found
my way up here this evening.. I was
told that he might put me in the way
of a little golf during my spare time
over here.” •
He produced the note and laid it upon
the table. Pamela glanced at it and
then at Lutchester. He was carefully
dressed in dinner clothes, black tie and
white waistcoat. He was, as usual,
perfectly groomed and immaculate. He
had what she could only describe to
herself as an everyday air about him.
He seemed entirely free from any men-
tal pressure or the swear and tear of
great events.
“Golf?” she repeated wonderingly.
“You expect to have a little spare time,
then?”
“Well, I hope so,” Lutchester replied.
“One must have exercise. By the bye,”
he went on, “is your brother in, do you
happen to know? Perhaps it would be
more convenient if I came round in the
morning? I am staying in the hotel.”
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Subscription Kates Pen ,"8:56, anendaneeonth, ““ Pe
asked, looking around the room. “I
have been ringing up for the last ten
minutes and couldn’t get any answer.
I did not realize that it was the next
suite.”
“Mr. Van Teyl is close at hand, mad-
am,” Nikasti replied. “If you will kind-
ly be seated, I will fetch him.”
“How long have you been valet here?”
Pamela asked curiously.
“For a few hours only, madam,” was
the grave reply. “If you will be so
good as to wait.” >
He bowed low and left the room.
Pamela.took up an evening paper and
for a few minutes burled herself in its
contents. Then suddenly she held it
away from her and listened. A queer
and unaccountable impulse inspired her
with a certain mistrust. There was
no sound of movement in the adjoining
bedchamber, nor any sign of her broth-
er’s presence. She opened the door and
peered in . It was empty and in dark-
ness. Then, moved by that same un-
accountable impulse, she crossed the
room and listened at the door which
led into her own suite, and which she
perceived was bolted on this side as
Well as her own. She listened at first
idly, afterwards breathlessly. In a few
moments she was convinced that her
senses were not playing her false. Some
one was moving stealthily about in her’
room, the key to which was even at
that moment in her hand. She hast-
ened to the door to be confronted by
another surprise. The handle turned
but the door refused to open. She was
locked in.
Pamela was both generous and in-
sistent in tbe matter of bells. She
found four, and she rang them all to-
gether. The consequences were speedy,
and in their way satisfactory. Nikasti
ke__-
van Teyl drank off his second cock-
tail. _
“Some money!” he observed. “How
did she come by the prize?” *
CHAPTER XII.
Pamela’s first shcck of surprise did
not readily pass. In the first place,
John Lutchester’s appearance in Amer-
ica at all was entirely unexpected. In
the second, by what possible means
could he have arrived at this precise
and psychological moment?
“You!” she exclaimed, a little help-
lessly. “Mr. Lutchester!”
He smiled as he shook hands. Nikasti
had slipped noiselessly from the room.
Pamela made no effort to detain him.
She had a curious feeling that the
things which had passed between them
concerned their two selves only. So
she had no desire whatever to hand him
over to retributive justice. I
“You are surprised,” he observed. “So
far as my presence here is concerned, I
knew quite well that I was coming
some time ago, but it was one of those
matters, ycu understand, Miss Van Teyl,
that one is scarcely at liberty about. I
am here in connection with my work.”
"Your work,” she repeated weakly. “I
thought that you were in the Ministry
of Munitions?”
“Precisely,” he admitted. “I have a
traveling inspectorship. You see, I
don’t mind telling you this, but it is
just as well, if you will forgive my
mentioning it. Miss Van Teyl, that these
things are not speken of to any one.
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CROSSING THE BAR.
Sunset and evening star.
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the
bar.
When I put out to sea,
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