Orage with the Lm W1iie Publishing Co SYNOPSIS. rs for A CHAPTER VII--He lays a trap to secure the name the woman. He telly ait Kelly that he is going to have a with Standish and that at its conclusion the latter will call up a number on the teie- ome to warn t Woman. He offers Kelly $100 for that number. | Jontirued from ast week } Standish, his face still a mask, was, staring at the floor. At last he raised his eyes—the dark tired eyes in whose depths Self and Love and Happiness bad so long ago burned out. And turn- Ing to Blake, he sald evenly: “So you have dug all that up, have you? I might have expected it. In fact I have expected it. But it hasn't worried me. Because you can’t harm me with such a story.” “No?” asked Blake, with real inter. est. “Why not?” “You know perfectly well why not,” answered Standish, “the story won't amount to the paper you would print it on unless you can supply the name of the Woman. And you can't do that.” “What makes you think we can't supply the Woman's name?” demand- ed Blake. “What makes you think we haven't found her?” “Because,” began Standish; then he checked himself and said somewhat lamely, “because—I have good rea sons for knowing you haven't.” “H'm! Still keep as close in touch with her as all that? Mark's detectives must be foolish-house graduates. Well, I'll admit we haven't found her—yet. But we will before midnight. You left some pretty easy clues and they're be- ing followed. That's the trouble with a man who has something to hide. He'll lock and double-bar nine doors to discovery; and leave the tenth wide open with a ‘Welcome’ sign over it And that's just what you did. Why, son,” he went on, noting Standish’s half-smile of incredulity, “if I wasn’t dead sure of getting her, would I be such a fool as to tell you all this? And whatever else Jim Blake's been called, no one’s yet tied ‘fool’ to his name. I tell you once more, we'll have her name by midnight at the very latest. Of course she doesn't know we're tracking her,” he continued, chuckling as at his own shrewdness. “I've seen to it that she hasn't the slightest sus- picion. And that makes our work all the easier. She doesn’t know. And there's no one to warn her. It's a cinch!” { His voice trailed off into a self-satis- fled laugh. Nor was the laugh wholly assumed. For he saw Standish’s hands .slowly clench again. And a few beads of sweat were beginning to show themselves upon the insurgent’s “The Woman, too,” he added. “Think her!” He grinned under his sparse mus- Standish’'s "of ! world for them all. Oh, don't make us do this thing, man! Think it over. Don't decide in a rush. Take your time. By eleven o'clock or so I'll have her name. Then it will be early enough for you to tell me your decision. Youll find me somewhere about the hotel, if I'm not over at the H Capitol. Good-by.” He strolled off toward the dining- dig room. As he passed Wanda he glanc- ed covertly at her through his lowered lids. She was raptly absorbed in the novel she was reading. And hér dainty lower jaw moved slowly up and down in a gum-chewing cadence that bde- spoke years of practice. Standish watched Blake out of sight. His face, now that the mask was no longer needful, worked almost grotesquely. And his swarthy skin was a pallid yellow. He looked like a pugilist who tries dazedly to rise after a knock-out. He was thinking rapidly; despite his daze. After a moment or two he crossed hastily to the telephone switchboard. “Get me a New York wire, please,” he said, looking nervously down the corridor, “as quickly as you can.” As he spoke he was rumning over the pages of one of the telephone books on the desk. Wanda drove a plug into the switchboard and droned: “H'lo! Long distance? That you, Jessie? This is Wanda. Say, get me a New York wire--on the jump, please. Yes. Oh, have you? Good! Let the other party wait, and give it to me, won't you? Thanks. [I've got one al ready,” she added, glancing over her shoulder at Standish. “What number, please?” “One thousand and one, Plaza,” he answered, looking up from the direc tory. “Plaza one—o—o0~—one!” she droned into the transmitter. Standish?” “No,” he answered huskily. “Just the number.” “A'ri! Here you are—number one booth, please. H'lo New York!” she continued into the transmitter, shov- ing a plug in and out of the switch board three or four times, “Plaza one— o—o—one. Yes, Plaza one—o—o0— ONE!" Standish had gone to the first of the numbered booths. At its door he paused. “Miss Kelly,” said he, “would you mind taking that receiver off your head while I'm telephoning?” “Certainly,” she answered in evident {l-temper at the slur implied by the request. She carefully removed and hung up the metal crescent that held the re ceiver to her left ear. Standish had closed the booth door and, from the corner of her eye, Wanda could see “Any name, Mr. | e— ———— “Man, Know Thyself.” front of a Grecian temple. there are thousand because of their ignorance of their own bodies The value of Dr. Pierce's Com- mon Sense Medical Adviser may be judged from this one fact—it makes men organs of the body. This great work contains 1008 pages and 700 illustrations it is sent free on receipt of stamps to pay the cost of mailing o “Send 21 one: for cloth. Address Dr. R. ffalo, N. Y. or 31 stam V. Pierce, Medical. Miss Kelly,” he went on, “can you get me a New York wire?” “All right,” replied Robertson, as she busied herself amid the labyrinth of switchboard plugs, “I'll wait here for it, -" - . Sr eoptiss Sands sma wi a JUSE In Time the booth and laid down a bill for i. Wanda to change. Robertson, the SOME BELLEFONTE PEOPLE MAY WAIT happy light of anticipation dying out | TILL IT'S TOO LATE, of his face at sight of his foe, turned | Don't wait ualdl too late, his back ostentatiously upon him. Nor Just in time with kidney ills. did he speak again till Standish had i kache, the dizzi- gone away. Then he looked around, to find his father-in-law in eager con- versation with the telephone operator. “Well,” Blake was saying. “Could you hear anything?” “No,” answered Wanda, still deeply offended at Standish’s request. “Not some years ago, when we publicly recom a word. He made me hang up the re- mended them. They were procured at ceiver.” Green's pharmacy £8, and Brought relisf | “Huh!” grunted Blake. “He's got Ente hay Ie Lah more sense than I thought. But the | ‘Srayeieen of the greatest benches = © number? You got the number, of For sale by all dealers. Price 50 cents. course. Didn't you” Eo Came York | "Oh, yes,” she returned, “I got the Remember the name—Doan’s—and take number, all right.” no other. 58-29 | Blake umceremoniously reached over | the rail and picked up the pad on | which a lst of numbers was jotted | down, | “Is that the one?” he asked, pointing | to the last number inscribed there. | “Oh, no,” said@Wanda, recovering her pad and laying it back in its place ; on the desk, with a little slam to em- ! phasize Blake's rudeness in taking it | away. “That isn’t the one. I'm leav- | ing the line blank, so I can fill in the number later. It's too valuable to put on paper—just yet.” “You're a born diplomat,” he approv- | ed, a trifie grudgingly. “Well, what | was the number?” | "Just a minute,” she interrupted. ' “Wasn't there a question of—of—1" { "Of a thousand dollars for you. Yes, there was. That goes.” “Does it?” she queried sweetly. “Not with me, it doesn’t.” | “Look here, young woman!” snarled | Blake, his habitual calm giving place to a sort of vulpine savagery. “Don’t | you try to hold me up! If you do you'll | ind you've got a wildcat by the tail.” “Dear me!” she cried in pretty ter- ror. “Well, I'll—I'll hawe to think it { over. Here's your New York wire, Governor Robertson,” she called to i Mark. “What was the number you ! wanted, please?” ness, the urinary di rs, That so often come with kidney trou- bles. Doan's Kidney Pills are for this very purpose. waite is Bellefonte testimony of their Mrs. H. 1. Taylor, 70 S. Water St., Belle- fonte, Pa.. sayy: “We think just as Hes ly of Doan's Kidney Pills today as we did Coal and Wood. A. G. MORRIS, JR. Shipping and Commission Merchant, and Dealer in ANTHRACITE aAnxp BITUMINOUS ‘COALS! CORN EARS, SHELLED CORN, OATS and other grains, —) BALED HAY AND STRAW (— Builders’ and Plasterers’ Sand. FEDERAL STOCK FOOD. wm | Robertson came across to the rail. | Get Mrs. Robertson—my wife—on ; the phone,” said he. If she’s not in, get one of the servants. I—" | “You didn’t tell me the number,” | she reminded him. | “Oh,” he laughed. “Careless of me! 1 forgot I wasn’t talking to my sec- retary. He generally calls up my New York home for me. The number is ! ‘Plazh one—double o—one.’ ” | There was an imperceptible pause. . A momentary contraction of Wanda’s | throat. Then, in her everlasting pro- fessional monotone she droned into | the receiver: ! “H'lo! New York? Plaza one—o0— o—one!” KINDLING WOOD by the bunch or cord as may suit purchasers, respectfully solicits the patronage of his friends and the public, at his Coal Yard near the Pennsylvania Passenger Station. 58231v Telephones: | gommercial 24 E. Attention Farmers. I CHAPTER IX. | | A Lion in a Rabbit Trap. Mark hurried into the nearest tele- phone booth. Wanda stared after him, In scared fascination. Her face had turned oddly white. “One—o—o—one,” she repeated to herself, dazedly, as she mechanically jotted down the number on her pad. “Now then!” Jim Blake was de- EAI ERIE New Idea Manure Spread- ers differ from ail others in having 2 pulverizing cylinders (instead of 1), and a special, patented distributor. You can load this spreader good and high without causing it to clog or choke. How It Works The upper cylinder will pulverize and take off the top of the load, the lower will work off the rest. The distributor will spread all kinds of manure evenly end wider than any other machine. If you want to spread more manure in less time, and do it better, you should use the New Idea. “But—" she pleaded. “You've got a bit of knowledge that we need—and need d——d bad. A bit of knowledge we've got to have— and mean to have. Understand that? | And what we've got to get, we get. ' Now, is it fight or not? Will you take the money I've offered you or will you run your silly young head into the her shattered “What is it to me—or to you—if she's 99 Other Good Points. Learn them , 80 long as the machine all by inspecting the machine at our ware rooms. | Instructive isstrgted Cotton We have the Wiard Sull and Walk. Plows, ng an iy By Drills, Fertilizers of all Grades, Pouleey Supplies, Gaso- line Engines and all kinds of Pumps. BROOKVILLE WAGONS A SPECIALTY. JOHN G. DUBBS, 5g-8-6m. BELLEFONTE. PA. | Such an inscripticn was carven on the It is an in.’ iption which should be carved on the buildings of every city. Doubtless s who die every year and women to know themselves, and the | faculties and functions of the several | cent stamps for the book ir paper covers, ' LYON & COMPANY. Summer Clearance Sale CONTINUED. We have on hand a splendid assortment of Summer Goods, and what remains you can purchase at greatly reduced prices as all Summer Stuffs must go to make room for the new Fall Goods. During this sale you will find big re- ductions in every department and a visit to our store will convince you that we have great bargains to offer you. Just received our first installment of Early Fall Dress Goods. We are show- ing Wool Ratines, Matlesse and Boucles. We bought these goods early so as to have them in time for the young ladies who go to College and want to complete their wardrobe before leaving home. SPECIAL 50 dozen Black Ribbed Hose for Children, (size 8% only), a regular 35c and 50c quality; clearance sale price 3 pair for 50 cents. Lyon & Co. -.. Bellefonte Shoes. Shoes. Yeager’s Shoe Store “‘FITZEZY The Ladies’ Shoe that Cures Corns Sold only at Yeager’s Shoe Store, Bush Arcade Building, BELLEFONTE, FA. -
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