n- V -E .t - V V 0"r WW ll ., r - t -v.-. 7Zl. eWHJT HI 4 L - ml 'l ' (-: r1 i ' n v , .iiiiib. .mh sasBk. jaa ihb iiiiiiib hhii t&AtJI&K R5BS f Jealousy is a "grccn-cycd monster" under the best of circumstances, but wh3 becomes rampant in a crisis affecting a nation's safety it assumes the proportion a terrible menace. That is why Molly's fit of anger was particularly ill-timed. B5 LECHMERE WORRALL AND J. E. HAROLD TERRY m Kf,k lik i ; Balked Spies Arc a Particularly Ferocious Set of People Who Stop at Nothing, Including Murder Brent's Pigeon-Shooting Exploit Brought the Situation at West Crest to a flead V ' t In This Country We Have Learned to What Extent Enemy Agents Will Go to Achieve Their End The Wanton Destruction of Life in Munition Plants Explosions Is an Example of yotir plgoons. Thought It was a gull or something. And. by Joe, I lilt It I First time In my life I ever lilt anything. Just my rotten luck." Fritz wns glaring nt him unbelievingly. "Mlno pest, mine penutlful plnl," ho moaned j "you shot him on purpose." "Look here, Fritz," retorted Hrent, be ginning to show signs of Irritation. "I can't say more than that I am most frightfully sorry, ami of rourso I'll make your loss good and nil that sort of thing, but I itfilly think you forget yourself a little when you spenk to mo llko that." "It Is Impossible, to say what the bird Is worth," broke In Mrs. Sanderson, nnd her voice was trembling slightly. "It lind won championships nil over thn country." "Well, look herr, Mrs Sanderson, put a offered to pay anything In reason or out of reason for the bcaslly bird nnd there's nn end of tho thing as far ns I'm concerned." And ho stalked through tho French window. Then tho two still standing In tho room heard him speak In nn nllercd voice: "Hello. Mrs. Lee, there you nrcl You've got me Into n nice row, twitting mo nbout my Miootlng llko thnt. Of course, I've been and gonn nnd shot one of Mrs. Sanderson's pet pigeons, I say, you know, you will linve to let me glvo you a. beating at snooker tonight as a revenge." Fritz nnd Mrs. Sanderson looked at each other across tho dead bird. Fraulcln, to whom the sounds of tho dls- f .!. M.n l.n.t flcatt In lier rnnm tini mmn 1,1,1 l.,.u ,1.1.1 Hff. .,- - - -111 mid took In the situation with ono hor rilled glance from her shnrp brown eves. cross-questioned Brent nbout It." "Accident or no accident," said frauleln slowly, "I llko not tho way that things are going. What did tho telegram from Charles say7 It was In code, of courso?" "Vcs, It Mild that tho troops arc going through nnd thnt tho emergency signal must bo given tonight." They nil drew closer together. Tho room was growing very dark. Outsldo on tho veranda n shadow ppcrcd 'for a moment round tho corner of tho window. It wns Hrent; but tho next moment ho had ducked nnd hidden, but his ear wn, closo to tho receiver In tho palm. "Tonight," repeated fraulcln with a thrill In her voice, "Tonight tho Lord will dc lUer them Into our hands. At what hour nro wo to clvo tho signal?" 'I ,Vj (Coprrttht by rMward J. Clode.) SYNOPSIS The. storr open In the West Crest srtvste hotel In n English eel const town whn England hes been Rt wnr one mown. MRS. SANIIKRION, the proprietress! her son CIIARI.KS AMi:U80.V, serving In the Eng. fish Admlraltyi .Mil. I'llLI-OrK, the Justice of the pnci his nmighter JIOl.lW. nineteen: mtntaTfiPlliru llltl-.NT. Mellv's fl.lncei MKH. MIRIAM I.KK. n widen- of thirty-five, the r Istest iirrhe.ll MP.S MVIITI.K. a nlntri ntAULEIN rtrilHOKnr.lt. a colorless little German woman, rtalmjn twenty iears of English naturalisation! I'lAMt't'lK, a ,ung English soldier, and 1 ItlTl. a servant In tho Eouie, are the entire occupants of the hotel. Ilrent and Miriam are reprfsentatlveii of the Ilrltlsh Intelllsence Office, and illsroter on the reverse aide of the Innocent-looking fireplace a complete wireless outfit. After getting a message that a U-boat Is waiting oft -the harbor for a given signal, Hrent dls. mantle the Marconi. This discovery posi tively Units up the Sanderson household with gigantic lerm.m spy plot destined to cripple Great Urltaln. . . .. . . Later. Ilrent sees sketches of tho harbor Blade by Frauleln Hchroeder, who he Is ron; vlnced Is the brains of the plot. The fact that there la nn nrtlst In the house accounts for the presence of irrler pigeons, nnd Hrent I roes to shoot the carrier which, he Is certain. about to be released for Oernnny with the plans of the harbor, s, While Miriam Is keeping guard over the j door leading to the lawn, where Hrent Is waiting, Molly comes In and attempts to pass her. The Carrier Pigeon fnilE sickening dread, tho suspicion that I J. all was not as ho hnd told her between Chris and Miriam, welled up In Molly's inlnd. It was a dread that, since her con versation with Chrls that m6rnlng, sho had been endeavoring to stifle. Now It would not be denied. .Pain, bewilderment and a pathetic look of helplessness showed In her face for nil her attempt at pride. "My dear Mrs. Lee," sho said loftily, "I tJon't understand this mystery nt all. One thing I do know, and that Is that you nre taking more, on yourself than you have any right fo do.' Kindly let me pass." "I can't," said Miriam. Molly was young and strong and quick tef eyo and hand. She mads a dart past Mrs. Lee. nnd with a quick jerk unlatched the window. As she did so Fritz came quietly Into the room by tho door. Hav- Ing for tho moment lost sight of Mr. Pol lock, he wns onco ngain searching for him. "Why, there's Chris," exclaimed Molly, training her eyes across tho lawn In tho trowing dimness. "Just strolling nbout With his alrgun. Oh, whats ho doing? He's hot a pigeon !" Tho next Instant Fritz had rushed to tho Window, forgetting all sense of decorum, almost knocking tho two women aside. "What do you say?" he cried. "Vot ven you saying?" "O, Fritz." cried Molly, "how you startled me. I'm afraid Mr. Brent has shot one of your pigeons. He must have done It by ac cident'' "Ach, meln Gott, meln Gott!" Fritz dashed across tho. veranda, his face white as paper. Molly started after him. "I think Fritz Is going off his head," she announced, for getting for a moment her grievanco against Mrs. Lee. Miriam wrung her hands. "O, Miss Pol lock, Ms Pollock," she cried, "wiry wouldn't you do ns I asked you? When will you seo that you don't understand every- tiling r Molly flamed round nt her. "I under stand quite enough,'- sho cried. "I under stand that you and Chris-, " she was In terrupted by Chris himself, who came, run ning toward them. Ho looked nngrler than Molly had ever seen him and did not notice her presence. "My dear Miriam, what on earth hao you been up to7" ho demanded "I begged you not to let nny one pass. You knew how Important It was and yet " Hero he caught sight of Molly. "What, vou're here?' he cxclnlmed, for onco losing his self-possession "Dut I thought you had gone for n walk with your father. Wh haven't you?" "1 I only camo to say good.by to you first." replied Molly, her lips trembling un controllably, "and now I wish I hadn't. I think you arc pcrfectlr hateful." Sho burst Into a paislon of tears, and, although her wordt had been childish, there was a sound In her crying that no ono who knew her would hac recognized. She turned and ran from tho room. Ilrent stood looking after her, his alrgun dangling from his hand. "Damnation! Well, tho fat's In the fire now," he said unromantlcally, but with em phasis. "It wasn't my fault. Kit. I did my best, but she would Insist on coming out to find you. Wo quarreled over it as it was and .then Fritz camo In and heard her " "O, well, It can't be helped now. Here you'd better take this for a moment." And ho handed her a tiny package exactly like tho one he had shown her before he left the room. "I only just had time to get It off the bird's leg and the other ono m Its place," ho went on. "before Fritz pounced on me llko a wild beast. Well, I hear voices; they're nil coming down on me now. 1'ni In for It, Miriam. You fccoot through the window." She had hardly gono before Fritz and Mrs. banderaon camo In together nt the iV"i , 1 ,t2',a facn was stl" ver' wl"'e. the dead bird lay limply across his palms Mrs. Sanderson's face was fltuheri ., even brick color. Her bosom heaved under ts light black satin: she could hardly co" tain herself. J7HT S6 ls,'i eal? Frltz "now h shall tell me. Seo v,hat ho has to say." Urcnt lounged forward In his best man ner. "It's about that poor llttlo bird Mrs ouniiersuii, i suppose," no began ; "I am S'liW' vC93BflKW -J 7 Ww f J if & ,v'iiJlRs'! WaSnKBHBE'A'S'' mtowm'Ms5JT!-'4'' awn t MmkmmfM ' "Oh, Chris has just shot a pigeon," cried Molly. The next instant Fritz rushed into the room. really most awfully borry. I can't tell you how sorry I am.' Honestly, it wasn't my fault Mrs. Lee was chipping me about my shooting, so I went out and aimed at the first bird I saw. Never thought It was ono fancy price on It; never mind Its Intrinsic value Charge for its character and accom plishments and nil that. I don't mind. It's a rule of life that one lias to pay through the noe for one's llttlo errors " "A little error?" asked Fritz. "I am not nulto po sure i no, I am not." "Look here, Fritz, what tho devil do you mean?" "I think you understand quite well what I mean," cried Fritz, whojo cxcltablo naturo was entirely tin own off Ifa balance by this Irrevocable disaster. "You play dc fool ; you am not a fool, no." "Look here, I'm damned if I'm going to have a bally wniter talking to me like this. Really. Mrs. Sanderson, I can't think how you allow It. I have apologized and I havo "It s the carrier?" eIio asked. "Yes," replied Mrs, Sanderson. "And tho map?" "That'B fcafo. thank God.'' 'Thank God I" echoed frnuleln. "I saw Hrent from my window; what does he say about it?" "That It was an accident. He seems gen uine." "It vos no accident," commented Fritz. "Oh, I don't know what to think !" ex claimed frauleln, pinching her Jutting little chin still further forward between her finger and tnumb. "When does Charles come down?" "lie's duo quite soon," replied Mrs. San derson. "Oh, ho will he simply furious, but I think it was an accident, Luise. I've "It must bo plainly visible about one," said Mrs. Sanderson. Her volco was very hushed. "Tonight," echoed Fritz In his turn. "The house, it purns tonight, that Is fine. Six KuRllsh pigs roast in their lwds." "So, no, Fritz," cried Mrs. Sanderson, "don't; it's too horrible. Of courso wo must nrrango to save them." Her faded blue eyes gazed at him in genuine disgust. With her son sho could work heart and soul ; their alms weto as one. They wero genuine patriots, though their senso of duty was curiously distorted, but at least they sought no rewnrd for and no i;atV faction of n personal kind In their woik. They lived a life of constant alarms and through It preserved smiling faces and kept their courago high. Dut for frnuleln, much ns sho admired her, Mrs. Sanderson felt fear. This little snuff-colored, Insignificant woman had n certain deadly quality of unchanging vlndlctlvcness 'In her spiritual makeup which tho smaller naturo of Mrs. Sander son recognized Instinctively. Fritz was but of tho typo of useful tool J In him nn In herent brutality hnd been turned to ac count Hut frauleln wnn of tho master breed who plan nnd cxecuto ns well. She was single minded, ono Idcaed, and with nn entirely nbnormal sense of values and proportion, "Don't glvo way," she said coldly to Mrs. Sanderson; "It Is necessary for tho safety of our plans that no ono should be warned, and It Is Important, too, that only those to whom .we shall send It will over guess that tho signal Is n signal. It must be natural, and what more natural than a houso catch ing firo? Look, for Instance, at Mr. Hrent, how bo smokes nil day everywhere. Why should not he throw a mntch about? It Is a thing thnt happens often. As to theso people, If they burn, that will make every thing safe. Why Miould you mind? They arc our enemies, tho enemies of tho father land, tho enemies of the Lord," "It Is too terrible," repeated Mrs. Sander son, "They must be Fnvcd." "Think," added frauleln, "If this signal miscarry, If the flames are put out too soon. If nny suspicion arises, It H tho sons of the fatherland who will suffer and whose lives may be lost by It." "O, yes, I suppose so," said Mrs. Sander son. "You nro right. Tho causo demands It nnd the sooner we win the sooner there will be peace " She turned to Fritz, making n violent effort to pull herself together. "Mr. Charles will glvo you Ills orders; do nothing until you have heard from him. Have you packed, Lulso?" "IJverj thing, After twenty long years of exile I return to my own land." Frauleln pulled out her handkerchief and quite un affectedly wiped her eyes. "Ach, llcber Gott. It Is good, too good." She put her handkerchief back. "And my drawings," sho announced In her ordinary voice, "there they are, take them, Fritz, nnd post them. They nro all nddre.sscd. I am sending them to London to our good friend Mr. Smith, from whom they go to Holland and from thero to Herlln. It Is all so simple. I think HOW I Will CO and rest Until thn illnnni. ,. On occasions like this one must not tire ones mind." And with a slight Inclination of her head the llttlo woman folded her brown shawl about her and departed. Fritz caught her back. "Ach, wo forget. Tho guartl on the cliff. Mr. Pennlculk, he will eo tho fire nnd mako an alarm." Frauleln looked quietly nt him. "Mr Pennlculk must not Ece tho fire, Fritz," she said. "But who will stf,p him?" "You will," replied Fraulcln Schroeder and made a llttlo gqsturo with her hand across her throat. Fritz mimicked It with his own hand, drawing his phenomenally largo thumb across his dirty collar. "So? Good, I understand," ho said and frauleln went her way. Mrs. Sanderson glanced round tho room. "You had better tidy up hero as usual, Fritz," sho said to him, "nobody must sus pect that things nro net normal. Fold up the papers and open the window; tho room's rather stuffy, there seems to be no air." Sho passed a handkerchief over her face as she spoke and took It away damp. Then she. too, went out and left Fritz alone. Ho moved quickly about' the room, rear ranging here nnd there ; ho shook cut cush ions and folded up the mornlng'B papers; and then, stooping, picked up a few matches from tho floor. The next moment ho felt a heavy weight land with velocity in tho small of his back, ns though omo ono's knee had Just been planted firmly there, nnd a handkerchief was knotted swiftly round his eyes. He called out and tried to threw the weight off. but b .-. ... dlsndvantni-e, lr. .i. ". 0(' muetir. pocket and the envelop XuleCL" '"M him be nc wih,i,.,,.. . "!el had u of a hurried '. through" Ve win?' spun round, feeflng a shar V'": gn through liia back as if- '5 ct wrenched tho handkerchief r?1!. Ho dashed to th rA". ." ? hi, i Into the dusk, then turnL Wertej Hut there was no ono to lie seen "' Of all the people dressing for m evening nt West Crest, onf loefc nn,1 floo r...ii- ". " "" were n blissful - """"so tnings wr . '7 Frauleln. refrenbe i... ... ... . re to ' "-M uv npr iiiti . - I calmly buttoning herself into her hi,!, or piam silk. She showed nn " V1 excitement, but n n.-i . ot m -- .wiaiu inward J ' seemed to suffuse, bo, ,i... ,,... u m The end of which she had bnv:"0,n so many years wan close nt hand It i n twenty years.all her spiritual"' icrcd in mo achievement of thai ..T0. extent Inconceivable to ,nl... .n!- o'i slan. """ "0l ft An i.ngiishmnn, of course feel, t ''! Ho is quite cheerfully prepared 1 -?.VlM his country, "and all tin fP1"? ' .? as he would say. Hut It Is on Iv thin-1"1 wno nas been educated to such ? what ono mnv rail nn,,.. ... a Pjtch considers everythlnc rtnn i . th' considers everything dono in It, .il" right. This is caused not Rn J. f.J1"1! iiiv a i iiiul n at ciiiiercni cnaractcr of tho two n. '."H the different Ideal which hnUMi foro them. England might bo callrt-fei nurso of tho world. Sho. takes l younilS tries, holds them severely In S ' ?",' ,traltIf. thcm up' " lh&2S fitted for liberty nnrt eif. Z? " sho gives It to them. Germany's m.,i 2 far otherwise. It Is tho antKuafed SSS the nbsoluto monarchy swelled to Its 'id .2 most limits, the Ideal of what Is 3 glory, and of which tho essence is aggrandisement, though self may bo (5 lated Into term, of kaiser nnn IS . Nevertheless, a spiritual passion .' strongest In tho world, nnd Is a thing whSf ' has nlways made history. And the Mn, tho plotting nnd tho deliberate crueltle, V such spies or thoso.nt West Crest we' nf ter all, the outermost ramifications of thu Ideal. Tho work rf spies Is sordid ands absurdly melodramatic, and altogether whit 1 an Englishman would class as "bad form."' but In tho majority of cases it Is at least1 Inspired by a genuine passion. It wasi a much less degreo with Fritz than viuy tho others. But frauleln moved on the Are., of her conviction ns on wings. And thi Sandersons, mother and son, though m strained and excitable, were equally coni vlnccd of tho righteousness of their cawa1 nnd faced all tho risks they ran with Iroa nerve. IMia mntnl HnttfVA nsltt ll 1- Vi ,','" " "" ' spies, ve: buui leKuunuiu wurK as mat Deing carrta out by Brent nnd Mrs. Lee. Is that a in.. course of lying Is apt to undermlna thi J Individual's sense of values. Christonher X felt this danger himself. Not at the me. ments when he was busy and the excltei'J ment and the risk kept his brain occupied, '-I but in tho flat moments after any violent action. He was feeling It now as, ready?' dressed, ho sat on his bed for a few mintM.i ana tnea to get nimseir in tune again be-fl loro going down stairs. He had lied hard all day to Molly, the thing had been abi. lutoiy necessary and ho had done It ThifJU point was, would Molly ever trust Inla'l again wnen sne aiscoverea what a good liar lie was? Any ono can forgive a necessary, lie, but a too great pitch of accompllib. mCCt I, SUSnlClOUS If a thine rnrnui tk" easily it Is ten to ono that instinct will tur it on wnenever convenient, or, at the leait the temptation will bo there. i tltfl (CONTINUED MONDAY) 4 PICTORIAL PRESENTATION OF INTERESTING HAPPENINGS , FIGURING IN THE DAY'S NEWS 1 " 1 . it , Mis, pzabeth BeckerM SKaW'SS W, , ' l " V 0 SM , mmmm - vaaMiliaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i lEaeJwsaasaaissssiassssssasasMs .." iK ; W.FREELAND KENDRICK, PHILADELPHIA'S RECEIVER OF TAXES, ASTRIDE & "t.H-v. ViTu . , - . - AVU"11' ue;, "KiSU bird" ., 'V 'J4i"i A NEWSPAPER PROM HOME AROTISPS Mnnr, xr, f- S-j WIE TuJ BALLANTINE.jHAPLAIN , fi toiffiMSffiS SfTfV'j"', ii
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