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THE MERIDIAN TRIBUNE
The RETURN a
ANTHONY
TRENT 5
it will cost enormously, and I shall
need all.my cleverness and scheming."
Natica Grant tired her out. Even
rhe housekeeper noticed it at the meal
they took together.
“She’s a hard woman to work for,”
Miss Brewen remarked. “I don’t won-
der Mr. Grant drinks, although that
isn’t the reason. He’s afraid Captain
Frank may come back and kill him,
as he swore he’d do at the trial."
*
Y WYNDHAM
/ MARTYN
COPYRIGHT by BARSE & HOPKIN:
W.N.U. SERVICE
STORY FROM THE START
Anthony Trent, once master
criminal, now reformed, returns
to New York after four years’
absence. He learns his friend,
Capt. Frank Sutton, is in Sing
Sing. Trent is surprised to find
his New York apartment occu-
pied by a stranger, Campbell Sut-
ton, who represents himself as
the brother, of Frank Sutton
Trent is asked by Campbell to
force a confession from Payson
Grant, whom he accuses of hav-
ins crookedly obtained all of
Frank Sutton’s property and then
married the latter’s wife. Trent
starts on a campaign to- accom-
plish the downfall of Grant. He
learns that Captain Sutton has
escaped from Sing Sing and later,
to his surprise, finds that Camp
bell is ; really Frank Sutton
Trent takes his place in society
as the opening guns of his cam-
imately a detective now. Two things
you must not do. One is not to be
seen with me, and another is not to
run the risk of meeting him. These
people with their jewels won’t be here
more than a week, and then, I sup-
pose, he will go."
“1 don’t know,” she said doubtful-
ly. "Mrs. Grant has a succession of
these house parties planned. When
do you leave?”
"I don’t want to go until . I know
you’re safe." he answered. "And that
means I shall stay until Yeatman gets
out. The trouble is that we can’t
yet tell certainly which side he is on
now. I’m not one to he able to cast
stones. He, too, may have changed."
“No, no!" she cried. “One has to
catch but a glimpse of his face to
paign against
comes
Grants.
a house
Grant. He be-
guest ’ of the
Trent discovers in Ma-
know he is evil. It was
of violence that I half
about him.”
“Take what precautions
Something
remember
you can.”
demoiselle Dupin, Natica’s French
instructor, a friendof the old
criminal days She is now going
straight. Trent is suspicious of
a man known as Yeatman, osten
sibly in the Grant household as
a detective.
he reminded her as she rose to go to
her lesson, "and remember you can
communicate, with me through the
butler. After all, it it comes to the
worst. I don’t suppose two .more re-
sourceful people than you and I are
to be found. I’m not going to see you
A Wife’s
Transformation
The Story of the Comeback
of a Woman- Gone to Seed
By Mary Culbertson Miller
lowe About
WESTERN GIRL
STRENGTHENED
INSTALLMENT XXIII
Sr ED HOWE
CHAPTER V—Continued
—12—
“Don’t think for a moment that this
man is going to bother you or search
your trunks. He is here to watch,"
she remarked.
Mrs. Grant took up the dainty tele-
phone instrument which matched the
boudoir furniture. "Thorpe," she
commanded, when a voice answered
her, “send Mr. Yeatman to me at
once." She turned to the unhappy
Mademoiselle Dupin. “You have seen
the world, tell me what you think of
him.” ■
For the moment the “Countess”
could not be sure that Mrs. Grant
had not prepared the visit of the de
tective as a trap. It had been brought
about so easily, so naturally, that she
felt suspicion was justifiable. To
seek to evade the man would be.
transparently, an evidence of fear.
There was a knock at the door and
the man who was known as Mr. Yeat-
man entered. It was through the mir-
ror that Mademoiselle Dupin first saw
him. She had turned her back on him
with a caution born of many harrow-
ing interviews. For one fraction of a
moment she caught his black eyes
bent on her mirrored reflection. It
was enough for her to feel a pang of
fear. For the moment she could not
remember how or where she had met
him; but she was certain that she
had. And she did not think he was
on the side of the law.
Eagerly she listened for his voice.
When he spoke it deepened the im
pression of previous knowledge of
him, but brought identification no
nearer.
"You are keeping an .eye on him?”
Mrs. Grant queried.
"He is rarely out ot my sight, ma
dame," he answered. “You have, per-
haps, new instructions for me?"
“No more than I have already given
you.” With a nod of her head she
dismissed him.
“What do you, think of him?” Mrs.
Grant asked.
“It was not a favorable impression.
You are satisfied that he is genuine?"
“Oh, yes. The creature has ids
name in the New York telephone di-
rectory, an office, a stenographer, and
all the rest of it. 1 went in to see
him myself. There is so much in
genuity in the world of crime that one
can’t be too careful."
“So one hears," murmured Made
moiselle Dupin.
She knew that soon she would be
able to place him. It was like going
through an old trunk for a misplaced
letter. She had known this man and
he had been associated with some one
of those many incidents, outside the
law which had made-up -her life. He
had been of the police or a confeder-
ate of those for whom she worked
All that had been required of her in
those early days in the gay capitals
of Europe was that she should look
young, remain beautiful, and never
lose her heart. The danger of meet-
ing former confederates was as peril-
ous to her now as meeting an agent
of police.
It was hardly possible that a quick
glance through a mirror would reveal
her as the brilliantly lovely girl of
eight years before, who had passed as
a great heiress in the Riviera.
Tors
“Now it Will Cost Enormously."
frightened or hurt by anyone. Re-
member that 1 am fighting for you.
and my position here is a strongly en-
trenched one. If anything goes badly,
send for me, give me a lead, and 1
swear I’ll get you out of this house
with all the honors of war, even if I
have to mobilize the Welds and Bent-
leys to do it."
“I do riot think ! have ever had a
friend like you,” she said simply. “In
other days, when 1 seemed to have
money and position, it was different
but now, when I am nothing at all—
your goodness brings tears to my
eyes.”
She went hurriedly from the room.
Always when she had been talking to
Anthony Trent she- was filled with
courage and hope.
Mademoiselle Dupin knew that
while Mrs. Grant needed her for in-
struction in French she chiefly was
anxious to learn the etiquette of these
old French families which do not wel
come foreigners in their midst. In
the long talks Natica Grant discussed
her ambitions freely. She felt she
could speak freely, as her teacher
had none with whom to gossip. One
of her chief grievances against Cap-
tain Sutton was that he had not let
her know ot his enormous wealth un-
til he was about to leave for France.
“And because 1 lid, not know," she
wailed, "I lived in the wrong places,
knew the wrong sort of people and
did the wrong sort of things. 1 could
have been received in Newport if he
had encouraged me. It would have
been easy when I first married. Now
When Mademoiselle Dupin went to
her room, stealthily, fearing to en-
counter Yeatman, she was in posses-
sion of many useful facts which placed
Natica Grant in a less favorable light.
Now that she was alone she tried
to read, so that the hours before
sleeping might pass quickly. The
printed pages were not able to hold
her attention. She was vaguely un-
easy. Anthony Trent had told her he
would help; but he was downstairs,
while she was alone in this upper
corridor. .She turned but her lights
and gazed for almost an hour out at
sea. Her ears seemed to catch a hun-
dred harrowing noises in the passage
outside.
But her nerves grew taut and the
fading courage returned when, out
of these vague, contused sounds, there
came the definite tax ping of hands on
her door.
“It has come," she murmured. Then
she turned on the lights and flung
open the door.
The man who passed by the name
of Yeatman stood there. She clung to
the hope that he might have come to
ask her a few questions which, as a
detective, he might find himself ex-
pected to do.
“You have something to ask me?"
site said, with admirable self-posses-
sion.
“Not . so loud." said Mr. Yeatman.
putting his fingers to his lips. ‘I have
my reputation to think of."
Without appearance pt ill-will he
pushed past her, closed the door and
then crossed to a chair by the win-
dow. He lighted a Maryland cigas
rette and turned to Mademoiselle
Dupin
“You do not recognise me?" he de-
manded, in French, lle was smiling.
The changed intonation and the al-
tered face brought back his name in a
flash.
"P’ierre Redlich!” she cried. Vivid’
ly she called him to mind now. Per-
haps she had seen him no more than
twice, but they “had talked much of
him, the men with whom she had long
ago been associated. This was the
Pierre Redlich who had been a sort
of outside man for them, it was his
work to warn of the approach of the
police. It had been Redlich’s misfor-
tune to engage in combat a gendarme
with a singularly thin skull. It was
cracked like an egg, and Redlichwas
sent to work, for life on a breakwater.
“You do not reinember me as I re-
member you," said Pierre Redlich.
breaking the silence. “What was I
to you then? Nothing at all: Some-
thing not to be considered. If made
moiselle remembers, she was Madame
laPrincesse Sonioffsky that season."
“Did you come her to look for me?"
There was that perfect command of
herself in the moment of danger for
which she had been fatuous. No long-
er was there fear or hesitation.
“I did not know even that you were
here. No. That was the luck which
fools call coincidence. We are going
to exchange confidences, you and I,
and you shall hear why it is 1 am
here speaking English perfectly who
was condemned to life imprisonment
knowing only French and my native
Flemish."
He took the orange package of
Maryland cigarettes and placed it on
the white wicker table by the win-
dow. Then he removed- his coat.
“It is good to be where there is no
part to play," he commented. “Here,
with a friend, 1 can be myself.”
“Why should you call me friend?"
“I ought to have .said rival.” .
“Even that would not be true."
"You may lie, but it does not de-
ceive me. Why should you be in a
house like this if not to rob?”
“I am here earning my living hon-
estly. Are you not here for that pur-
pose?”
Pierre Redlich laughed as he tossed
a cigarette-end from the window.
“What a woman!” he said admiring-
ly. “I am, indeed, an honest business
man and can show you testimonials.
But I have waited two years for a
chance like this. It has been weary
work. And then, when it comes, I
find I have a rival. Now, mademoi-
selle, if you were a man 1 should
have killed you. I am at a stage,
where I will have no other person
come between me and what I want.
But you are a woman and a beautiful
one.” He looked at her with burn-
ing eyes.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Helen’s Efforts Are Rewarded.
•THERE was a flushed
1 about Helen.
radiance
©. Bell Syndicate.
WNU Service.
Blushing adorably,
she was, as she felt her husband’s
gaze boring into her. But for the
life of her she couldn’t articulate. All
the pretty speeches she had practiced
eluded her. Her long, dark brows, and
dark lashes gave a peculiar vividness
to her eyes. They held Crane speech-
less. The unexpectedness of this
made his brainwhirl. There was a
woman attractive enough to hold any
man’s glances—and she was—his wife.
He could not at first think clearly
about it; his mind seemed to be in
such a confused jumble of contradic-
tory reactions and impulses. His face
was a study of mixed emotions. It
was not across ten feet of floor that
Crane looked at - his wife — it was
across the enormous gap of barren
years that his eyes met hers. He real-
ized that he had done nothing more
than murmur a forcible ejaculation or
two, that he was failing to cope with
his complexities. This amazing reve-
lation had certainly pierced his self-
absorbed soul. It certainly must have
been the god that looks, after delin-
quent husbands—if there is such a
one—that gave Bob the words as his
long length strided across the room:
"Helen—what in God’s name have you
done to yourself?"
--“Just wakened up—Bob. I’ve been
a Rip-Van Winklefor years." She
smiled deliriously.
, Bob Swept Off His Feet.
“What 1 insist upon knowing,” he
said gently, his heart thumping, know-
ing that she must have done it for
him, “is how this all came about." His
hands, slender, dark, were pressing
down upon her regenerated silken
shoulders.
"This is an exquisite thing—you
have on—just suits you,” he said, eye-
ing the peach robe. Then he bent
and kissed her, and the faint fra-
grance of her premeated every-fiber
of his being. ′ ,. u .
At breakfast Helen was graphic
enough—among other things she said:
“When I decided I had a capacity for
living—living real warm life, I got a
terrific thrill. I had gotten into the
habit of thinking I was a mess—that
Providence had designed me for such."
“Well,” Bob laughed frankly, “I
shan’t forget ever what you’ve done
to me this morning. I think we’ll
have to run over to Italy, so that my
nerves can recuperate.”..
They had progressed So frankly
from indifference to friendship, even,
to palship, that Helen felt that all
she had asked for had been poured
into her lap. And so it was that she
sailed into her port on a smooth sea.
She won where so many others fail.
Things like time and space didn’t
seem to count with Bob that merning,
even though weeks of absencemust
be reckoned with at his office. Noth-
ing, it seemed, could interfere with
the fullness of his satisfaction. An
important object in the dining room
was a clock—long in the Crane fam-
ily. First one, then the other glanced
unbelievingly as though they felt that
the thing was cheating. The last
minute run out, Bob said, rising from
the table: “Come downtown for dinner
tonight; we’ll do a show afterwards.
We’ve .just got to celebrate, you
know,” he smiled.
Looking ever the hedge and across
the terraced garden whose lower
slope was a blaze of roses and carna-
tions, one might have seen the two of
them on the porch. It would not have
struck anyone with any peculiar sig-
nificance—it was just a picture—a
husband and wife separating for the
day. But within those two there war
an inward glow of pleasure.
(© by the Bell Syndicate, Inc.)
The less a man amounts to, the
more sentimental he is; the stronger
his disposition to believe that what
he says is the truth, arid that what-
ever another says is a vicious lie. A
- 'an of intelligence always listens to
the other side; he wants to know what
there is in it. He is not forever say-
ing, “There Is a good deal in it,” when
there is nothing in it.
Sentiment has failed, but there is
evidence mountain high that industry,
temperance, fairness and politeness
never fail.
People steeped in sentiment are
never fair. They believe that those
who contend, however mistakenly, for
anything known as “a good idea" par-
take in a measure of the goodness
taught in the idea, and that those who
oppose it are disciples of the evil one.
The man who has failed in individual
betterment excuses himself because he
favors world betterment.
Watch the next sentimentalist who
appears. His mission is possibly to
rob you, certainly to bore you, and
never to love or, benefit you. A man :
engaged in screaming that he has a
big heart and mind, and desires to
convert the heathen, rescue the poor
from oppression, and rid the world of
ills that are at least natural, if not
entirely imaginary, is no better than
the rest of us and usually not so good.
* % * -
Every day I am confronted with
grave problems, and though 1 usually
come to wrong conclusions, 1 must de-
cide them. And although the prob-
lems require thought and worry, they
are trifling. The most insignificant
ma. has his problems as well as the
general in command of an army, and
must hazard a solution.
* * #
Railroad men are our most useful
missionaries. In millions of places
over the country - they have erected
signs, reading: "Stop. Look, Listen."
At many ot her places they have erect,
ed signs bearing these words: “Watch
Your Step." As sermons, these two
cannot be bettered.
* * *
Wives cannot permit husbands to
carry on as they please, and husbands
know it. Why should husbands be
surprised when wives protest?
* * *
When a woman puts out a display
of flowers,-she has at air indicating
tha women invented flowers, and
that men do not care for them.
* * *
An old king of antiquity had his
way in everything, which included
many wives and concubines.
He frequently said the only, real
love affair he ever had was with a -
concubine, and that she was the most
womanly woman he ever knew. At
her death he built a monument in her
memory, and this is famous to this
day as the world’s finest example of
art work.
- Marriage is a legal arrangement to
conduct the business of bringing, up a
family, this old wretch said, and that
love has as little, to do with it as
with partners in a manufacturing con-
cern; each has his rights, and they
quarrel about them.
I have long observed of literature
that it drops love with the signing of
the legal papers.
% * *
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CHAPTER VI
Mademoiselle Dupin Realizes
Her Peril.
"Yeatman is the lesser of two evils,”
Trent told Mademoiselle Dupin. “He
is here to steal, and not to denounce
you. I don’t see any reason for sup-
posing he knows you are in America,
much less in this particular house-
hold. It may even be that he la legit-
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Conceit and Timidity Bars to Advancement
Henry Ward Beecher once called
conceit “the most Incurable disease
known to the human soul.”
Conceit, however, is not to be con
fused with pride, self-respect or self-
confidence. There is merit in these
qualities and many a man of limited
abilities has stamped and pounded his
way to the seats of the mighty.
But the conceited man moves In
quite a different realm. His is simply
an unreasoning, unfounded opinion of
his own importance. He is a giant in
a world of pygmies.
Many men fall because of timidity
and modesty. They secretly tell them-
selves that they don’t amount to
much, that they are mediocre and that
nobody is interested in their words or
deeds. They slink into the hidden re-
cesses of obscurity of complete fail-
ure.
There is a sane middle ground upon
which those who get anywhere worth
while in life must ever stand. Neither
conceit nor timidity will carry anyone
very far.
Honesty is the best policy even In
appraising one’s own talents.—Thrift
Magazine.
Many in the Running
Some men are born reputed, some
achieve reputations and others try
hard to get away from theirs.—Bos-
ton Transcript.
Duties of other people are always
doubly clear to us. _
Fish Finds Protection
Behind Coral Castle
The student of marine life in the
oral islands has often noticed a reg-
ular arrangement of little piles of
coral on the sandy bottom of the wa-
ter. These piles are not so small,
either, for they often represent an
accumulation of a thousand or more,
pieces. Around this pile is a ring of
coral pieces formed as regularly as
if done with some mechanical device.
It is the home of the -“razor" fish’
which moves these stones into a pile,
and the ring represents the limits of
his domestic domain. The central
pieces are so arranged that there is
an opening into its center into which
the fish passes for protection. It is
called “razor” because of the shape
of its body, which is so, sharp and
wafer-like- that it is enabled to dive
Into the sand and work Its way rap-
idly through it. It will often plunge
into the sand and turn until its head
and gills protrude above the level and
remain there unobserved to watch the
proceedings about it.
Variety
Nature is apparently indifferent to
man, but she meets all tastes. In the
Philippines there are fish that live on
dry land and drown in the water.
There are also fish that climb trees.
If you don’t take to water fishing you
can have land fishing, or you can
shoot them out of the trees. As the
returns keep coming in we discover
it is a wondrous world.—Mobile Reg-
ister.
##P .
No one so poor he has not some-
thing to throw - away; and unless
watched will throw it where it will
make trouble.
# * *
I will give to any honest beggar.
But so many beggars are capitalists
that I often hesitate.
* # *
1 have noticed that when I am
well-behaved I have better luck.
* % %
Content seems impossible for man-
kind. When men and women are un-
limited and unrestrained, the evidence
of history2shows clearly that they are
all liable to become monsters of self-
indulgence. On the other hand, when
they are regulated, driven, their Im-
pulse is towards Immoderate tragical
resorts; towards wild revolts. They
have never been able to understand
that civilization is restraint and that
civilization is easier and more com-
fortable than savagery and freedom.
* * *
1 saw a curious statement today.
In reading: that of eight average peo-
ple the average man knows, only one
will like him; the other seven will
dislike what he says, his way of say-
ing it, and cannot be made his friends.
* * #
The Black Death is heard of fre-
quently as the world’s greatest ca-
lamity. The Black Death was an In-
nocent thing compared with war. And
there never was a war that was not
a fool trick.
* # *
1 don’t greatly care for the cor-
respondent who writes, “You owe me
a letter.” When 1 do not write often
I am not interested.
* * »
1 have always believed a good many
women propose. Every candid man
must admit he has declined proposals
r marriage.
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The Meridian Tribune (Meridian, Tex.), Vol. 33, No. 44, Ed. 1 Friday, March 30, 1928, newspaper, March 30, 1928; Meridian, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1630491/m1/3/: accessed June 29, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Meridian Public Library.