COPrYRIGNT 2/4 BY THE RED BOOK CORPORATION SYNOPSIS, sno | | i car, moving but very little, for there wag much broken glass about. Up in Bquare church Gall Sargent listens to discussion about the sale of the church tenements to Edward E. Allison, local traction king, and when asked her opin- ion of the thurch by Rey. Smith Boyd, says it is apparently a lucrative business enterprise, Allison takes Gall riding his motor car. When he suggests he entitled to rest on the laurels of his achievements, she asks the disturbing question: “Why?' Gall finds cold disap- proval in the eyes of Rev. Smith Boyd. At a bobsled party Allison tells Jim Sar- gent that his new ambition Is to conquer the world. He starts a campalgn for con- solldation and control of the entire trans- portation system of the world. Gail be- comes popular. Allison gains control of transcontinental traffic and arranges to absorb the Vedder court tenement proper- ty of Market Square church. Gall tells Boyd that the cathedral Market church proposes to build will be out profits wrung from squalor. At a meeting of the seven financial magnates of country, Allison organizes the tional Transportation company. Rev, | | I struction and Gall unconsciously gives Al- lison a hint that solves the Vedder court problem for him tion trip in Allison's new subway. CHAPTER Xl!l—Continued. Out paled into the electric vellow, in the sickly open, where the lights up into sun the air, making an opening into the debris through the forward windows. They talked a great deal, at first, strong, capable voices. They were Interfer- ing with each other, then helping, combining their strength to move Leavy stones and the like, then they were silent, working independently, or in effective unison. Tim Corman was the possessor of a phosphorescent-faced watch, with 22 Jewels on the inside and a ruby on the winding stem, and he constituted himself timekeeper. “Thirty minutes,” he called out. “Its our shift.” The men crawled in from outside, but they stayed in the front compart- ment. The air was growing a trifle close, and they breathed heavily. “Good-by, girl,” called the gayly fu- “Hus- band is going to work." Another interminable wait, while down narrow countless alleys, aflutter flapping pieces of work, then suddenly into the darkness no further levity after Lincoln and the and McCarthy had come back; for the condition was becoming serious. Some air must undoubtedly be finding its way to the car through surface of country fields, and dreary winter landscape, to the terminal. It was more cozy in the tunnel, returned thee for lunch. Suddenly there came a dull, muffled report, like the distant firing a cannon; then an interval of silence, an infinitesimal one, In ran smoothly on, and, half rising, they looked at each other in startled ques tioning. Then, all came a stupendous roar, as if the world had of at once, of and steadily no gas exhaled from a dozen pairs lungs was beginning to pocket, the opening ahead, though pushing forward, displayed They established shorter shifts now; a quarter of an hour. in and and out, and silently as worked, as rested, while headlong slapping stoppage, and deafening in all, darkness; that it clattering, crashing and its volume, blackness a and with 80 touch! There nervous was a single laugh verging The shriek was from Arly, laugh from Lucile. There from the forward end of the car, as of someone in pain. A man's yell of fright: Greggory the general man- ager. A strong hand clutched Gail's in the darkness, firm, reassuring. The rector, “Don't move!” on hysteria and It was the voice of Allison, crisp, harsh, commanding “Anybody hurt?” voice of age, but otherwise steady. ‘It’s called Tom, man. “Head cut a little, arm bruised. Nothing bad.” ‘Gall? again "Yes." Clear voiced, with the cour age which has no sex. “Mrs. Teasdale? Mrs, Ted? Doctor Boyd?" and so through the list. Everybody safe “It is an accidental blast,” said the voice of Allison. He had figured that a concige statement of just what had happened might expedite tion ‘We are below the Farmount ridge, over indred feet deep, and the caved in on us. There must exertion. Don't me." Allison a has no waste tube be of waiting! Greggory was the then the injured their turns came, they had not strength nor the air in their Strong McCarthy was the next to join them. first to give motorman Wien out the The shifts had reduced to two, of two men each, by now; and these latter two worked double time. Their lips and their tongues were parched and cracking, and in their periods of rest they sat motionlessly facing each other, with a wheeze in the drawing of their breath Their of their little tunnel clear back into the car, where the three girls were battling to pre- serve their senses against the polson- ous gases which were now all that they had to breathe. Acting on the the car to escape the gradually rising level of the carbonic gas, stood, as the with their mouths pains in their lungs at every Arly dropped, silently crum. pling to the floor; then, a few minutes Lucile, and, panicstricken by auddenly. looking ahead through eyes which were staring, she saw a crack of bleased light! There was a hoarse cry from shead! The crack of light widened. Another gers there are” vale face of the aver “No matches,” ordered Allison may need the oxygen.” He and the engineer made their way back into the parlor compart ment. They took up the door of the motor well in the floor, and in a few minutes they replaced it. sounus they seemed clumsy. “That much is lucky,” commented Allison. “The next thing 1s to dig.” “In front or behind?” wondered the engineer, “In front,” decided Allison. “The ex plosion came from that direction, and has probably shaken down more of the soli there than behind, but it's solid clay in the rear, and further out Gall felt the rector’s hand suddenly leave her own. It had been wonder fully comforting there in the dark: so firm and warm and steady. fle had not talked much to her, just a few reassuring words, In that low, melo dious voice, which thrilled her as did occasionally the touch of Allison's hand, as did the eyes of Dick Rodley But she had received more strength from the voice of Allison. He was big. Allison, a power, a force, a spirit of command. She began, for the first time, to comprehend his magnitude “What have we to dig with?” The voice of Rev. Smith Boyd, and there was a note of eagerness in it. “The benches up in front here” yelled McCarthy, and there was a rip ping sound as he tore the seat from one of them. “Pardon me.” It was the volce of the rector, up in front. “The balance of you sit down, and keep rested,” ordered Allison, now also up in front, “McCarthy, Boyd and I go first.” The long struggle began. The girls grouped together in the back of the engineer bending ‘We that ashe could feel a freshening of the she breathed with such tearing pain. Against the light of the open- ings, two figures, the only two which were left to work, strove, at first with and then with the renewed vigor of approaching triumph. She could dis tinguish them clearly now, by the light which streamed in, the stocky, strong figure of Allison and the tall, sinewy figure of the rector. They were working frantically, Allison with Ria and vest both removed, and one sleeve torn almost entirely from Ais shirt, re- vealing his swelling biceps, and a long, red scratch. Gail's senses were numbed, so that they were reduced to almost merely optical consciousness, 80 that she saw things photograph ically; but, even in her numbness, she realized that what she had thought a trace of weakness in the rector, was only the grace which had rounded his strength, The two figures bent inward toward each other. There was a moment of mighty straining, and then the whole center between the two cracks rolled away. A huge boulder had barred the path, and its removal let down a rush of pure, fresh alr from the ground above, let down, too, a flood of das. zling light; and in the curving, under rim of the opening, stood the two stal- wart men who were the survival of the fittest! The mere instinct of self. preservation drove Gall forward, with a cry, toward the source of that life. giving air, and she scrambled through the window and ran toward the two men, They came hurriedly down to meet her, and each gave her a hand CHAPTER XII. Gail Dodges the Spotlight. Immediately after Gail had reached home from the accident in the sub way, and had been put to bed and given tea, and had repeatedly assured : i the doctor there was nothing the mat- ter with her, they brought, at her ur gent request, copies of the “extras,” which were already being yelled from every street corner and down every quiet residence block. The accounts were, in the main, more or less accurate, barring the fact that they started with the assumption that there had been one hundred in Allison's party, all killed, Later is- sues, however, regretfully reduced the number of dead to forty, six, and finally none, at which point they be. came more or less coherent, and gave an exact list of the people who were there, the cause of the accident, and a most appreciatively accentuated his- tory of the heroic work of the men. Although she regretted that her ple- ture had by this time crept into the public prints, grouped with the mur: ders and defalcations of the day, she was able to overlook this personal discomfort as one of the minor pen- alties which civilization bas paid for its progress, like electric light bugs and electric fan neuralgia, and the smell of gasoline. In the meantime, the representa tives of the gay and carefree and ab solutely uncurbed metropolitan press, were by no means discouraged by the fact that they had not been able to secure much, except hectic imaginings from the exterior of the Sargent house, They were busy in every other possible direction, with the same com- mendable persistence which we ob serve in an ant to drag a grasshopper up and down a cornstalk on the way home. Little Miss Piper of the Morning Planet, a somewhat withered puckered little woman, who had sense | enough to dress so as to excite noth- ing but pity, quietly slipped on her ugly little bonnet with the funny rib- | bon bow in the back, and hurried out to the magnificent residence of Mrs Phyllis Worthmore, who loathed pub leity and had photographs taken once | a month for the purpose, The result of that light-hearted and light-headed interview, in Mrs Phyllis Worthmore, by special request was suddenly the of Gall, Sunday and | which not quoted, on startled through Planet at eight o'clock An entire page, embellished in the center with a beaut tograph, was beauty her gro smaller photographs Allison Rodley, Willis Cunningham, Van Ploon, Rev, Smith Boyd youth who had danced with her three times, a count who had sald “How do! do? and sailed for Europe, and two men whom had never met All these crack eligibles were classi fied under the general head of “Slaves to Her Witching Smile,” and a big boxed-in list was given, in extremely | black faced type, stating, in dollars | and cents, the exact value in the mat. rimonial market of each slave; and the lively genius who had put together | this symposium, by a toweringly happy | thought conceived in the very height | of the rush hours, totaled the whole and gave it as the commercial worth | of Gail's beauty and charm. It ran into thirteen figures, including the dol lar mark and the two ciphers for cents, i When Lucille Teasdale and Arly Fos. | land arrived at Jim Sargent’'s bouse | at ten o'clock, and had be¢n let in| at the side entrance, they found Gail | sprang when she Morning morning eyes the next fully printed pho devoted to ¢ viddle sensa West! nine Dick Houston tional from the n Around were ped a sallow you ee, she dabbing her eyes with a powder puff, | taken from a little black traveling bag which stood open at her side. Arlene was a second later than Lucile in| clasping Gail in her arms, because she | had to lift a traveling veil. The two | girls expressed their condolence and | their horror of the outrage, and vol ubly poured out more sympathy; then | they sat down and shrieked with | laughter. “It's too awful for words!” Lucile. “But it is funny, too.” Gail's chin quivered “There should be a law against such things,” she broken-heartedly re turned, in a voice which wavered and halted with the echoes of recent sobs. “I'il._ put the Planet out of busi ness!” stormed Jim Sargent, stalking up and down the library, with his fists clenched and his face purple. “I'll bankrupt them!” and he paused, as he passed, to reassuringly pat the shoul der of poor Aunt Grace, who sat per: fectly numb holding one thumb until the bone ached. “The press is the palladium of our national liberty, Uncle Jim,” drawled the soothing voice of Ted. “You can't do a thing about it" counseled Gerald Fosland, a stiff-look- ing gentleman who never made a mis- take of speech, or manner, or attire, “Shucks, Gail!” suddenly remem- bered Lucile. “The Big Faulkner re ception is this week, and your gown was to be so stunning. Don't go home!" Mrs. Helen Davies cast on her feather-brained daughter a glance of severe reproof. “Have you no sense of propriety Lucile?” she warned. “Gall, very nat urally, cannot remain here under the circumstances. It does great credit to her that, immediately upon reallz ing this horrible occurrence, she tele graphed to her mother, without con. sulting any of us, that she was return. ing.” “1 just wanted to go home,” sald Gall, her chin quivering and her preity throat tremulous with breath pent from sobbing. “It'll blow over, Gail,” argued Uncle Jim, in deep distress because she was going so soon, If she had only stopped long enough to pack up, they might have persuaded her to stay. “Just for get it, and have a good time.” “Jim,” ordered the stern voice of gasped | Aunt Helen, "will you be kind enough to see if anyone is out in front?” “Certainly,” agreed Jim, wondering why his wife's sister was suddenty so severe with him. “It's time to start,” called Ted with practiced wisdom allowing ten min- utes for good-bys, parting instructions and forgotten messages, The adieus were said. Aunt Grace, clasping Gall in her arms, began to sob, out of a full heart and a general need for the exercise, Gerald Fosland took the hand of his wife and kissed it, in most gallant fashion, “l shall miss you dreadfully, dear,” he stated “1 shall be thinking of you” sponded Arlene, adjusting her vell. Mrs. Davies ‘drew Arlene drawing room. “It was so sweet of you to agree to accompany Gall,” she observed. “It would be useless to attempt to influ. ence her now, but I look to you to bring her back in a week. Her pros pects are really too brilliant to be interrupted by an unfortunate episode of this nature.” . * * my re. into the * *® . ® One could readily see that no devia. tion from his routine confronted Ger- ald Fosland this morning. He had bad his plunge and his breakfast, his mal and his paper laid before him, and yet there was something ghastly about the feel of the house. It was us if someones were dead! Gerald Fosland made as radical a deviation from his dally life as he ever had done. He left his mail unopened, after a glance at the postmark; he left his paper un gtick, and started to leave As he passed the door leading He glanced over his shoulder, as a guilty was coming in, then he gently turned the knob, and entered. A tiny vestibule, and then a little French-gray salon, and then a boudoir, cate blue, and sweet with a faint, dell Greggory Was the First to Give Out. cate, evasive fragrance which was like He did that he of feeling which came to awe not notice, until afterwards, He went on to the dainty blue bed and looked earnestly about it then he went back to the boudoir and himself on the stiff chair in rare occasions, chatted with her He and remained Suddenly drove to Teasdale's They were out. he was told. They were at Mr Sargent’s, and he drove straight there Somehow, he was glad that. since the) were out, they had gone to Sargent’s. He was most anxious to see Lucile. “Just in time to join the mourners, Gerald,” greeted Ted. “We're doing a very solemn lot of Gailing.” “I'll join you with pleasure,” agreed Gerald, feeling more at home and light of heart here than he had any: where during the day. Lucile seemed particularly near to him any intimation that Gall expects to return soon?” “None at all,” stated Aunt Helen, with a queer mixture of somberness and impatience. “She only writes about what a busy time they are hav: ing, and how delightfully eager her friends have been about her, and how popular Arly is, and such things as that.” “Arly is popular everywhere,” stat ed Gerald, and Lucile looked at him wonderingly, turning her head very slowly towards him. “What do you hear from Arly?” she inquired, holding up her hand as if to shield her eyes from the fire, and studying him curiously from that shadow. “Much the same,” he answered; “ex. cept that she mentions Gail's popular ity instead of her own. She had her maid send her another trunkful of clothing, I believe,” and he fell to gazing ihto the fireplace, “1 am very much disappointed in Arly,” worried Aunt Helen. “1 sent Arly specifically to bring Gail back In a week, and they have been gone nine days!” “I'm glad they're having a good time,” observed Jim Sargent “She'll come back when she gets ready. The New York pull is something which hits you In the middle of the night “Yes, but the season will soon be i i i i i i i over,” worried Aunt Helen “Gail's presence here at this time is so lmpor- tant that 1 do not see how she can neglect it. It may affect her entire future life. A second season is never so full of opportunities as the first one.” “Oh, nonsense,” laughed Jim, “You're a fanatic on matchmaking, Helen, What you really mean is that Gall should make a choice out of the matrimonial market before it has all been picked over.” Lucile watched Gerald with intense interest She could scarcely beileve the startling idea which had popped into her head! Gerald's only appar- ent deviation from his normal attitude had consisted in abstractedly staring into the fire, instead of paying polite attention to everyone “You scare me,” sald Lucile, still watching Gerald, “I'm not going to leave Gail out there any longer. I'm going to have her back at once.” Gerald raised his head immediately, and smiled at her. “Splendid,” he approved. “Fact of the matter is,” and he hesitated an instant, “I'm becoming extremely one some." Even Ted detected something Gerald's tone and in his face, bluntly commented you would be lonely without Arly.” “Yeu isn't it time,” agreed Gerald, studying the matter carefully know, both having plenty | miss her dreadfully.” “{ think I'll have to get her for you, Gerald,” promised Luclle, her hand from in front of her and smiling at him reassuringly could smile beautifully just now eyes, WAS positively true, and it her excitedly happy! had been in love had never known detected made Fosland wife, and now! wif bring Gail back with her : all over the with it unti vou can work that miraci sunshine Jim neral You'd tant body's blue Allison, J knew her inquires, with ing back! Pn Sargent It here since think Gall was of New section Doct ybody who she's con long faces, when “What inquired of \ do you Mrs. Helen Davy which Aogres i that sh a interest quite ready to con “1 have my | clle I'm going to lutely irresistible rem York!" gpiracy * laughed Lu {f New inder o ‘Evy TO BE CONTIN Kill Nerves to Cure Neuralgia. Severe neuralgia can be cured by the cost is terrible, for the price the death of the nerve, with paralysis as the result Such, in which Dr ports to the Medical association after experiments made at the Laboratory brief, is the Williams B J vania. The alcohol kills not only the nerves of sensation, but the mot In a nerve like the sciatic would be serfous. For the nerve may remain paralyzed for a year after the injection of the alcohol in trifacial neuraigia caused by a purely action little importance. The cure is permanent, but affords freedom from pain for several months as a The ner regenerate just as thes which in not however, perhaps as much year ¥ TEE The Unwelcome Truth, “Miss Braddon. said a publisher, "made $500.000 out of her books, her publisher's share being $1,500,000 “Miss Braddou's great success, she once told me, was due to her avoid ance her books of truth. Truth, she said, is the one thing the average novel reader doesn't want. For truth, you see, is unpleasant. “She illustrated her point by a wife who asked her husband: “ ‘George, how do you like the new in “ "Well, my dear ‘to tell you the truth’ “ ‘Stop right there, George.” hia wile interrupted. ‘Stop right where you are. When you begin like that 1 don't want to hear sou'"™ Washington Star. George began, An Almanac Monopoly. The sale of almanacs was once a lucrative monopoly. Queen Elizabeth granted the sole right to publish “al manacs and prognostications™ to the Stationers’ company, and James | ex. tended the privilege to the Univers) ties of Oxford and Cambridge, but for centuries only these three bodies were permitted to issue printed calendars The monoply ended when the claim of the king to the privilege of grant. ing or withholding permission to issue calendars—a survival, perhaps, from days when kings asserted their right to regulate all things, including even the times and seasons--~was definitely disproved and proclaimed nonexis tent. Now anybody can say who's whe anywhere —London Chronicle A Practical Thought. “Do you know.” sald the amateur as tronomer. “that it takes the light of certain stars millions of years to reach the earth? “Why no” answered the ordinary citizen “1 hadn't heard of that, but since yon mention it, 'm glad we have an are light on our corner” ATTORNEYS, ani D. ?. 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