CHAPTER XIII—Continued De \ op held notes on him as security for business that he transacted through his ofMice—properties I could not af- ford to have in my name, He thought I would not dare to sell his notes, he having so much information about me, No use going into the ugly details. He woke up too late to find out that his transactions were with me—the com- pany he was dealing with was mine— he sold my property to me. It was I who bought from him what he hdd no right to sell, I stopped payment on the checks he held, I had his notes, agd he was holding—the bag." “But how could you? That's not eight. You couldn't do that.” “Why not?” asked Pastano. “I was cleverer than he, What could he do? What could he say? I called in his notes. Either he had to pay me, or I would sell them to his bank for discount. He put in his stone stock— sound property—and recovered his notes, Then he found all his debts due on the same day. He lost seven- teen accounts in one afternoon—busl- ness taken right out of his office, He sold car and yesterday he mort- gaged his house. And today-—unless it's stopped—he's going to be In- dicted.” Ernestine got to her feet, “But, Ruby—how can you to Loring? He does know about you—" “Yery little,” answered evenly. “Fragments—nothing whole, Part of this deal—part of that. Klis own activities will shine much worse in court than his connections with me. Do you think I am fool enough to put myself in jeopardy with a man like Loring? Ernestine made a little moan, and he began to speak quickly, vehemently, with a strange sternness and justice in his face, “He came to me—he sought nection—he was eager for any He offered to do things for me wouldn't let him do. He was well pald, and he didn’t play the game. His fees were big—business was thrown to him from a dozen directions Inac- <cessible to him five years ago. He sat where he wanted to sit—Iin the lap of city politics, and he grew weary of his mistress. He wished to exploit her— desert her, So he schemed and planned. But you cannot get into the whirlpool and then out agaln—" Ernestine, looking at him, felt the sucking breath of the vortex. “Bat what have I to do with this?" she asked. “What can I do for Loring? You haven't told me this without some purpose.” “First let me show you why I can do nothing for him myself—it is easler to start a landslide than to stop It It was my intention—no, my determin- ation—to ruin him, to have him de- barred, disgraced, sent to the peniten tiary, if I could. It seemed necessary. Here, all about me, are these young men—lleutenants—gangsters, If you like the newspaper word better. They are my army. We must have loyalty in any army. We must have obedi- ence. Loyalty and obedience, first, because they have confidence in me, that I am wise, that I will take care of them while they stay with me, that I am competent to meet all sitonations. 3ut If a man Is disloyal, all the rest must see what becomes of him. Loy- ality, first, because of confidence; sec- ond, because of fear, When admira- tion fails, fear remains.” jut you are not going to ruin Lor- ing now?” she sald eagerly. “You have changed your mind-—you have some plan?” “No,” he said slowly, “no, not I fT have no plan to save Loring Hamil. ton. I have no desire to save him, 1 would not lift my little finger for Lor- ing Hamilton. It is inevitable that he should fail, should be punished. Even if I wanted to do something for him now, I could not. His treachery Is known to others as well as to myself. Money Is needed. If I should with draw money from my own private sources, or if I should withdraw money from funds that gre available for gifts, when It is necessary, it would be in- stantly known. No—in the first place, I don't want to help Loring. If he were my own brother, I would feel that he must follow his course alone, Nor could I help him, even if I liked, but”—he looked at her intently so that for a moment It seemed that she was fost, hypnotized by his great dark eyes —*you can help him, If you like, Ernestine.” “Tell me,” can I do?” He put his hand In his pocket and took out his big silver watch. Laying the flat of his palm upon it, he twisted it, unscrewed the back of the watch and took from between the outer and inner cases a small plece of paper, folded once across, He sat, his dis- membered watch In one hand, and the plece of paper In the other, and sald to her: “lI know that you have your own standards of honor—1 have exposed myself, in this talk, knowing your code. But now, I must ask you if you are capable of secrecy, No one but Will must know of this. He must know.” “1 promise,” she sald at once. He put the folded paper in her hand, and kept his finger upon it, so that it remained closed, : “There is a name here, This after noon, within an hour after this bank is closed—before four o'clock, to be exact, twenty thousand dollars, In cash, must be placed in the hands of his do this things ‘astano the con- work, that I she whispered. “What Margaret Weymouth Jackson WNU Service Copyright by Bobbs-Merrill Ca, this person, and the indictment against Loring will be dropped.” Ernestine was very pale, she sald, her throat dry. wrong." He was very gentle, “Wrong, yes—no doubt, But+we are at a place now—where it Is the lesser evil, which must be chosen—not right or wrong. A bribe—ugly word. Yes, there is a regular scale of prices for indictments. This money must be spread, It will take twenty thousand dollars to do it. You have the money, I take a great risk upon myself—this talk, this name, this opportunity, but I wished you to have it." He beamed upon her now-—pleased as a child who has been good and walts for praise. Ernestine was very agitated, “How do money?” “I am a director In this bank—you have it—here.” “But that money is for Will, been saving it for nearly two “A bribe? “But that's you know I have I've Years. f “He Was Well Paid, and He Didn't Play the Game.” I can't give that It's Will's.” “I'll not pay money for Loring. for Loring” sald Pas- tano sternly, and he shrugged, his face altered, hard. “Why should 1? You can—if you won't, he's sunk-— that's all.” “No, no,” cried Ernestine, -—not Will's money. I Ruby, 1 can't, Loring down In his own wreckage, should I pay a bribe for him? Why should I rob WIll of his very chance, for Loring? This isn't just money— this Is Will's future-—his his happiness—this is my marriage--this money.” He was silent. He stared at her. She could feel In him disappointment. He was disappointed in her! He, monster that he was, dared to Judge her! *You see,” she sald desperately, “Will isn't always going to be a car- toonist. He's going to do something else, He hasn't any sense about money, I learned about money, when we were poor, but Will has never learned. He's extravagant, foolish, I found out long ago that if he had fifty cents in his pocket, or fifty dollars, It was all the same to him. And then— I discovered that Will wanted to be an artist, that he wanted to work In colors, that he hated the cats. And I began to save. I've kept up a front on a small amount of money. I spent less than twelve thousand dollars last year, and Will earned thirty thousand, But it's been for WII. I'm not nat- urally economical, or close, but I did it for Will" “Perhaps Will would want you to do this—ask him." “Perhaps he would. “not that won't do It, will have to go Why peace, It would be a like him to throw away his chance for Loring. But Will doesn't know I've got this money. Nobody knows, ex- cept the bank clerks. I‘thought a sav- ings account was a private matter. Will has a studio down near here—If he could study—if he could go to Paris.” “I know,” sald Pastano, “He rents his workroom from me. I've seen some of his stuff. Well—Loring can go to jail then, for all of me, and if you are subpenaed Into court, to tes- tify about things that happened at Langley lake three summers ago, don't say I didn’t warn you." He sighed. His eyes were sad and tired. The tears sprang down Ernes- tine's cheeks. “Don’t think I don't appreciate this —1 know that you endanger yourself— your very life—by talking to me. 1 know enough about all this to know what you are doing—Iit's generous, but, ch, Ruby, it Is Will I love—Will, all the time” “Your sister—" he oblected, “Why should I sacrifice Will for Loring and Lilllan?" she sald passion- { ately. “It will take me a long time to accumwiate this money aguin. And simply to give it away—to send It out blindly, and not even know where It goes! Loring has always hated Will— has tried to harm him. And now yon ask up Will's chance, He can't wait forever. His gift will dle, he'll go stale” “Loring has loved you. Ernestine, She stopped her incoherent speech. She looked at him with dark eyes, and her face grew very pale, “That time,” Pastano sald, “when you were lll-—when Elaine was born, we would not have found you, If it had not been for Loring” “But Will found me,” she quavered. “Yes—after Loring had torn town up—had organized a search had warned me. Bib would still be wandering about Sheridan Park, And after Will found you, what did he You might have died there, proper care. It was Lori energy and abillty—his his efficiency which saved you. He and lessly. seemed with her, “That's why night, me to give ” without ical and ng's pract dec sion rest. plead moved about almost to got up He I couldn't last It came to me all the time—he loves our Ernestine, fool and traltor that he is. He would give everything he has—for her. It is her sister, her family, her family name. She Is mixed in it—she will be hurt by it. Seo this morning, I came to town. I have seen the bank ledger from time to time. I have watched your private fortune growing with much interest, and known, or thought, that Will was ignorant of it. So this morning 1 came to and carefully 1 have made this possible. And now, you do not see it" He was putting his watch as he spoke, but he left the slip of paper in Ernestine's hand, “It's o'clock,” he sald. "The bank closes at three, Suppose you go and talk to Will. A woman ought not take a step like this, anyhow, without talking to her husband.” “I'm not going to give Will's money to Loring,” Ernestine sald despair- ingly. Mr. Pastano her, but did “good-by.” Emestine went stairs and out into the street. “I'm not going to ask Will" thought stubbornly. “He'll just me to do what Pastano wants. not going to do it" She ran for a car going north and boarded it. She rode as far as Bel. mont avenue, jumped up suddenly and got out of the street car, A taxi stood before a drug store across the street. Ernestine ran across through the traffic and got into the taxi. “Please hurry,” she said, him the address of the old office build. sleep town, together one the door for answer her low opened not swiftly down the the brightness of she tell I'm secret life, Will soon enough, now started. She paid the taxi driver at the door and went quickly into the dim and dusty doorway, (TO BE CONTINUED) Chinese Leaders Split China, unlike most nations, has nothing that can really be called a national sport, Japan, in much the same circumstances, adopted baseball ; but baseball In China has never eaught on to any great extent. Mis sion schools and Y. M. C, A's, however, have done much to teach forms of sport to elementary and middie school students, with the result that basket- ball, tennis and feotball are begin. ning to prove fairly popular, but only among an extremely small percentage of the nation's many millions of youths. As far as the revival of folk. lore (which Is being considered by the social education department of the ministry of education) Is concerned, it is expected that the ministry will encounter difficulties. China Is rich in folklore, but while with one hand the government Is trying to encourage its revival, with the other hand the gov- ernment is launching a bitter cam- palgn against superstition. Much of China's ancient folklore deals * with supernatural beings, and with histor. feal and mythical characters endowed with supernatural powers. What Is needed, according to educational lead- on Educational Plans ers, Is the development of a critical faculty among students and the popu- lace which will enable them to disas- sociate themselves entirely from the million and one popular myths which form the basis of thelr mental tex- ture, if not of thelr religious beliefs, ——— Unfounded Popular Belisf That a fire caused by lightning can not be extinguished with water Is an old popular belief which still survives in many parts of the country, says an article in Pathfinder Magazine. Fire is fire no matter how started, whether by a match, spontaneous combustion, or a flash of lightning. A fire pro- duced by lightning has the same physical properties as other fire and can be extinguished in the same man- ner. Divide Hatching Duty Among the true ostriches of the old world several females lay their eggs in the sume nest and the male sits on the eggs during the night while the hens take turns at the job during the day. By ELMO SCOTTY WAT GON MERICAN Ind an enduring monbum been erecied to one leaders of the Down shadow of he hits pountains where he spent t > la years of his fife, both red 1 a short time ag nent to the me ore a mon- ah Par- lef of the Cor he The mon nt was made p sible » iroprint ed hy congress, 1 $1,500 for the pur- but this i came into being through the Mrs whom in ap pose some time ago, efforts of Lena Banks ts comple of a debt a patriotic woman, of C1 Okla. for resented the wche, { tion rej paying of gratitude. ago Mrs lived near Cache, One « fell il and lapsed Into a coma from which her family feared she would not Chief Quan ah, who was their neighbor, came In while the mother was Ill, Looking at her, he turned to Mrs. Banks’ father and sald: “Al right, judge, you wait. Me be pretty quick Mounting hi rode away, but returned short time with some native medicine which he administered. Then he re- mained by the white woman's bedside until recovery Quanah died February 23, 1011, and was buried on a high knoll in an In- dian near C Several years ago Mrs. Banks visited the cem- etery and found that the Indian chief's grave was unmarked, although a large memorial had been placed over the grave of Cynthia Ann Parker, his mother, a short distance away. The white woman who remembered with gratitude how the Indian had saved her mother's life immediately began to work on the project of erecting memorial over his grave. She enlisted the aid of the Oklahoma senators and congressmen and after many vicissi- tudes saw her ambition realized in the monument which now marks Quanah Parker's grave. The story of this Indian leader is one of the most romantic in all Amer- jean history. Although he was a great war chief of one of the wildest tribes of the plaing, Quanah was not a full. binoded Indian. He was the son of an Indian father and a white mother. Tie story goes back to the early thir fies when John Nathaniel Parker led a party of settlers Into Comanche county in Texas, Associated with him were several brothers with thelr wives, sons and married daughters, For two years they lived in peace In thelr new home, Then, oie morning when most of the men were in the field, about 600 Comanche warriors swooped down upon their fort, de- stroyed it, killed most of the colo nists who remained and carried off a number of women and children, Among the captives were a girl of nine, Cynthia Ann Parker, and her six-year-old brother, John, One day In 1800 Major L. 8 ("Sul") Ross of the Texas forces attacked a Comanche village at the head of the Pease river, The Indians, taken by surprise, scattered In all directions. Many years Banks’ parents y lay her mother roecnyYer, back 8 horse he within a was assured, cemetery ache, x She was di md been killed. they had all qd ie Parker story and thoug woman might be the Ann, They her ter, Prairie with them. During her captivity her parents had died. Her uncle, Col. lsase Par- ker, took her to his hom e¢ and then her story became known. After the Par ker raid she was carried to the hunt- ing grounds of the Comar Wichita OR aped. Texans were familiar with the hit perhaps this Cynthia daugh- Texas long-lost and her back to took Flower, iwches in the Tew learned their lane guage, adopted their customs, forgot her native tongue, and became bronzed and featured like an Indian. When she became of marriageable age--probably about her fifteenth year-she the wife of Chief Nacona, one of the most noted and warlike men of the tribe. Three chil. dren were born to her, little Prairie Fiower and the two boys who had escaped in the raid. One of the boys was Quanah yarker, who succeeded his father to the chieftainship. Quanah--the Phrker was added lat. er-was a leader from boyhood. In his early teens he headed a band of fear- less raiders. He stole horses from Mexicans numbering Into the thou- sands. While still quite young he be came the great war chief of the Co manche nation. Implacable, he refused to compro. mise with the whites who sought by treaty to deprive his people of their lands. Although half white, Quanah Parker was all Indian in sentiment: flercely he rejected the Medicine Lodge treaty, refusing to sign away the Indians’ rights. Gathering such kindred spirits about him, he walked out of the conference. But though he refused to sign the treaty, Quanah Parker determined no whites should pass the boundary. And when the buffalo herds of the North diminished and disappeared, he knew it would not Be long before the white men would forget the treaty and again invade In. dian land. So Quanah Parker waited and watched, and when the hunters crossed the Arkansas river, Quanah Parker knew that the time had come for war, He resolved first to attack a party of hunters who had established them. selves at an old trading post on the Canadian river, known as Adobe Walls The result was the now-famous battle mountains, the tribe, There she i eu » ad became at that place where the hunt their great Sharps buffal« cessfully withstood by Quanah’s warriors caused Qu: andl to reti first objective of Lis ca wrt time Gen, Nel in the field with a } h forced the surrende which the hostiles. repens a si But Quanah refused to For nearly a year he held vine 3 ws #184 " realizing the futility of tryin surrende further, he declared the white gave up the strug intention of man's road™ The other great Indian whose ory is to be preserved in an enduring monument is Chief Joseph of the Nes Perces, one of the greatest milita leaders ever developed on nent snd 8 man who won title of the “Indian Na Two years ago congress created a na monument in Montana, the site of the battle of the Bear's Paw in 1877 Gen. Nelson A. Miles captured Chief Joseph and his tribesmen after one of the most brilliant retreats ir the history of Indian warfare. Dur ing the last congress a bill was intro duced providing for the erection of g monument. there which would com memorate the achievements of the great Indian soldier and preserve for future generations the memory of him as a patriot and a man. Here briefly Is the achievement of Chief Joseph during that remarkable retreat: Encumbered with women and children, which he refused to desert and allow to fall into the hands o the soldiers as he might have dons several times to facilitate his flight and having a fighting force that never exceeded 300 warriors, he fought elev en engagements, five of them pitches battles of which he lost but one: It the other six skirmishes he killed 12¢ and wounded 140 of the 2.000 sol dlers who fought him, but he lost 15 killed and 88 wounded of his own peo ple. Then having distanced his pur suers and knowing that he was only 50 miles from the Canadian line ane safety (for he did not know of the ap proach of General Miles’ troops) he made the fatal mistake of stopping for a little while to give his weary tribesmen a chance for a brief rest Here in the Bear Paw mountains where the memorial to him is to erected, General Miles attacked on September 30, 1577. For five dass Joseph and his little band, greatly out numbered, withstood the attuck of Miles’ soldiers. Finally artillery was brouglit to bear upon their defenses and on October 4 Chief Joseph gave up the contest. He never fought again, his mem the poleon.” tional where
Significant historical Pennsylvania newspapers