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A STORY OF POLITICS IN PHILADELPHIA
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BY PETER CLARK MACFARLANE
yconrtoht, till, bv "nolle Ltdocr Co.
? CHAPTER XXV
For Sylvy Aurcntikyl
R Sylvy Aurentsky!" That had
been tho slogan which Ruth had
losed and Jerry had accepted back
Chose callow days of six months ago,
en each was so blissfully ignorant of
t It meant. Jerry was past slogans
He was workine on a Die aea
Tie turn of events had swept him away
im isyivy. except as one laco in a
ier 2,000,000 He was ngnung now
thousands of Sylvy Aurentskys and
T? .Moores and jane Docs and every
ther sort of girl, w hlle old Victor !
tdRut between Vic
Jut between Victor and Svlvy was the i
MMrniountabie Darner wnicn me at
orney, suddenly humbled and cautious
Mfore this great passion of his, had
rtlinrl no wav to hreak rjast. oen sulll-i
. 'iTP
fWi flently to begin hit wooing, fearing In
'Li.iirt to frighten the girl and In part I
IKS.to have pis motives totally misunaer-1
fateod In the meantime he contented
'.felmself with watching oer every step
Ej"jf me gins me, nis concern wr nn
welfare never relaxing for a moment.
illn hlo hpnrt wnlie,1 and hungered.
SiS.vBut in the midst or tnis waning some
V th,"S happened that upset the lawyer-
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jwver vernuiy,
4. .-rf al,.. rnrr-ttecaA nv thp nnnalpca irrln.l
flSSf'lilV Poverty, thrown into despair by the
S'sftQ consciousness tnat ner iatner naa mwuv
"$.. lMt hls Brn anrt was lrlftlng nearer and
,frearer to tne point wnen ne muuiu ut- ,i
"?m.ere human firebrand In the hands of a
-AHalrillert nfllatni" llkp Levene. began to
tg&S-take on an .attitude of moody Inrilffer-
feK-thought she was doing it well enough.
W,V tut onp nlcht found herself discharged
k'l&rbWalklnK dlsspirltedly home from the
Pp 'NBtreet car, wondering how she should
Kf j. anie to ten ner moincr inn me imui
B., dpal breadwinner of the family had
fefrWi J081 ner position, sne eppien aneau ui
BHsf " tnree girls wnose ncquaiman
plft?-J, longed to more prosperous dajs.
lTOs'wre Aline Sax, Jeanette Wlele
Egg?? Bertha Kopel Svlvy hesltate
y-r XICT UlieC KlI la IIU.T v iunniinnvi "v
ZLi ' IahmiI trt mnro tirncnprniiq rl.i s. TnPV
r and
sitated. ana
ould have avoided them hut that
3rtha Kopel had seen her first
.-V d HfT.11. 1,1,1 in nn Ylartliria rcfitlnc
Kgfir '"What you mopln" past like that for.
r'- . -i n it I ill. 14.1 Li v no ir 1 inn a ivn-,
ra"" Sylvy was too spiritless cen to de-
rjjfr& .llnA tna fnvltntlnn n n f rinun In
I " the drug store w 1th the girls.
jEfvuV , During the consumption of the soda
8Sfo lie had time to look ner companions
M,tovr in detail. iney were urcsssu i.n
'VA'V VCUtr lilll BMC IM o,.,vo v....w ........
w ly nice to her they were in exceedingly
I .j-' ood spirits, making little jokes lor ner,
rf laughing and talking about the pictures
h?- J. V'c ",. .a..... .-'.''. "I
EfffV'almost awed by tne fpeciacie oi so
I3VS'l,,in.uch carefree happiness In the world.
?K fi "Gawd sake, but ou're the cute kind,
-csyivy, oDserveu Aiine, uppfinniB m
cause and study her face. 'Tut the
right kind of a hat on you. and you d
look like a queen."
I Sylvy did not know that this remark
(was by way of calling her attention to
the fact that Aline herself wore a most
Unarming rroAtlnn nf the milliner a
thing of beads, velvet and ribbon that
Lmiic Viai-o met nil nf S14 and was as
far above Sylvy's reach as a diamond
tiara, syivy, nowever, secreny humihcu
Ehe-hat and marveled Also she envied
"Why wasn't her father able to
Wive her a hat like that7" she reflected
Elnotnllv. He could If he wasn't all the
7i.. wnv.i ,minj ,t mn,t in fa lnctpntt
aj gillie it4iie,n ,uu,, .......p,, .....
JH ((of out making money. . . . .
S?A t "Swell figure, too " declared Bertna,
3W pretending to eye Sylvy critically. -'ui
Rifc-)the r ght kind ot domes on ou, gin,
c land vou'd go by us like a hundred miles
,.n hour." .. ii
i Rvlw was embarrased by the compll-
IBent. She knew Tier dress was a rag
compared to the gown that Bertha wore.
1. jXwii an fnr shops and stockings'
Thy sure do make a woman look well-
Areaaed wlxn she's got 'em. and they'll
fi-lllnt a queen's robe shabby when sha
fKsSlaln't got Vm." contributed Jeanette. o
'th further distress of Sylvy Sylvy
; (could nJt see Jeanette's feet, but she
Mlt4 nif i m,Kt tliat thPV l rp Wntl-
idprfiiiiv thnrt As for her. she remtm-
PV-l hxpprf th tlm shn nald S4 for a pair
d,lef shots out of the eight of 'ier
r.YrmeKiy wage mm tne luur, iici tnui.i,
V&"live her and the narbii word'' ner
iSSJIather spoke, asking If she would take
yrthe milk out ot tne cnuaren s Biasses w
syrBot It on her shoes In pride, made ner
lK!'hli'.reve"..n?wi n-n. ,.
z2&?Ai- lears nueu oyij kjco ..- ,v
KJSSIKTeam stuck in her tnroat ana sne
cSSt U8hed the glass away rrom ner
.v. M . imn... at.,. oVilIrl nlti't nrvln ' rl0
Urtd AUne. "What do you make of
tfs.l Kn I'm not." said Svlvv. stoutly.
M-'Wjugt thinking that's all -iou girls
Js?fcK"on't mean It. but you hurt me by your
.'0rsur ahniit pinrnpR I ran t nae cioines.
ffSW'-ihn inr things are with US. now I
f$Jf6n't think about it muchMon!y whon
IISdiaeDUU LHlIia UUUUb llicil,
)( ,."Wp11. chirk up, chicken, nobody
E leant to nun your ieenn b, uinuiieu
ertha. while all three faces expressed
Irympathy.
K, These girls had been playmates of
ISylvy's. They affected to be much older,
Uia tnev lOOKea ana ncieu mu -u uiui-i,
ret she knew as a matter of ti.it that
t was only in tne possession oi ueuer
Rothes and the leisure to enjoy them
at thpv were older.
rJU"It was kind of you to speak to me
-ann rn navp me in nere. uui i
Wouldn't have come," Sylvy aid falnt-.-
"It makes me discontented "
-Discontented? Say. girl I With that
Mfure of yours, you don t ever need
gift worK at an, ana mat im-tr. iuu
(ould outdress any or. us it was
Mine speaking
Oh. I could aress it my iatner Bii
. hp "
-"Say!" the girls interrupted her by
(laughing very loudly, and then they
Dent low over tne lauie aim, mill
blushes, giggles and insinuating glances.
Bey impartea to ner mat tneir laiiicro
nnt erKp them thp clothes thev wore
ISylvy was dull pf comprehension at
St, out suaneniy arew nain nun i"i
m burnlnir. her eyes on the table.
EaahlA tn lnnk at thp etrln attain.
P'-The girls, too, became subdued, as If
fh. manner in which Sylvy had re-
Itaved their confidpnees had somehow
turned tneir overbvrment Bpirua iiti
"little, bit Aline paid the check from
jwhat Sylvy noticed was a well-filled
f3, ana all lour went, out, ayivy man-
Un Plt-ct mrn.r nn PTCtlsp to pscand
m them.
L"Good-by. Sylvy." they chirruped.
("Look us up some time when you're
luei
flvy. as If she had done a shame-
"imng, nurneu nuuiewnu. iu mm
finother anxious and her father com-
Fling bitterly tnat Dusiness wun tne
hMirr wm vt had.
ylvy decided to postpone telling ner
SMOther sne nau Deen niscnurKcu iiu
tiMWIme, and then she postponed It till
rung, in tne morning ne iiooiyuncu
xaln ana went on to me car an
imSl, but this time to search for em-
nent Instead of nnaing it waning
arching Is easy, however. In these.
'Ann nerore a Quarter ot tne aay
done she was packing hairpins in
. jDIscontent. however, grew upon
kjrlrL Her fellow Workers were
se and unattractive. She was quiet
rnerveri amid such contacts : thev
llfunderstood and twitted her vrlth be-
! BtUCK-Up.
home things were not much better.
rlflOtner wore H uuiuivua ail, um
- ..J Ll.. l...9 n-kn .kll.An ,l,Aa
I COU1U U1KIIIB UCI I A l W"iun n c
etlonate, but dirty, and they got on
liters nerves, tier iatner was
i asasneratlng of all. drifting more
"Jjaore under the Influence of Levene,
Istougn sne oetceieu me ivuraiaji
tJNT Utterly. T was narmy BiiaiiBE
liglrl began to accept some of his
ad to feel that the whole social
.waa evil, tnat it must oe ue
I utterly and a new start made.
line was wrontr. me nnew, ur
j. -cnnld not have turned her
r-lnto a mendicant merchant with
Heart. m J
.the better part of a year things
' on like mis, aisappoinimcnis
IC Into despair ana despair into
, of recklessness In which she was
frightened afterward by the
Ma -.that came to her In these
viUM Oi .inem was upvn ner ai
l.of a aay in April aa sne uis
; from the car at South and Sec-
eta i aw atariea mecnanicaiiy
qmurti" wnM iflto.jsertna
THE I'EOrLE
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,ini RAMI, a Councils' lobbjlst; JIICIIAI.'I, KEI.EY, a Carey division leader In
the rifth VVard, 3IAX RISMAN, a newspaper reporter who prove to be Jerry Archer's
friends although In entirely dlfterent ways,
Einil.Mls. an "unofflclal ofllclal" who 3 Hucklngham'a push-button when that
perBomge wishes some political deed accomplished
THE STORY TIIU FAR
Jerry Archer never gave any attntlon to politics, reform or civic affairs, until
he had his skull cracked open by a pollcemnn'a club when he attempted to Intercede, In
behalf of a poor Jewish merchant feeling thp suppressed wrath of the "guardian of
tho peace" That event taught the young mllllonalro that the Organization, through
Its control of the police, dispenses favors and suppresses all opposition. Thp epjaodn
with the policeman also brings him Into contact with Mike Kelly, who gives Jerry his
first lesson in practical politics I
At thn Bame time Jerry dlscovera the power of Buckingham, who. at the in
stance of his daughter lluth called up Edmunds on the long distance telephone at
Atlantic City and commands that man to produce Jerry, to quash the charge and to
punish the offenders Thus It is that the policeman is discharged not for having
beaten a citizen, but for having dared to Interfere with a friend of Wlllard II,
Ilucklngham
His civic consciousness nroued Jerry refuses Jim Hind's demand for $5000 In
order to push through Councils a franchise for a spur track to the factory. At the
psychological moment Mix Rlssman uncovers the story of the arrest of Jerry and
the two events miko him a popular Idol. Jerry has become Interested in Sylvy
Aurentsky. epeclallv so since Kell assured him that the girl was not safe with
suh men as Maldono around When s:vya father rescues his daughter from the
gunman the latter Incensed, has Aurentsky arrested on a trumpedup charge. Mean
while Jerry had told Victor Rolllnson about Sly and the young lawjer. when he
meets the girl, In the course of Investigating an accident, Immediately falls In love
with her
Although Ilolltnsnn has Maldono arrested a friendly Judge releases him on ball
and the thug Is able to engineer the attack on the I-afasett.- Club In the Fifth Ward
and the murder of Detective Epplev Iloth events take place in Jerry's presence
After election, when the Town Meeting party haslieen beaten, Jerry makes plans
for the next flgnt. and is introduced to the "Sage of Philadelphia. " who enables the
xoung popular hero to stnrv a "Real Republicans" party to buck the contractor organization
which characterized the girl's advance, ;
and chirped cheerfully
"Hello, Sylvy" , , , ,
Svlvv recognized the girl and Invol
untarily shrank, but checked herself in
stantly She war such a miserable fail
ure herself What right had she to
shrink from any one' Besides that
philosophy of I.evene's what was dis
honor for one might be noblo virtue in
another It all df.'iended upon circum
stances and conditions Svlvy had let
many of her ideals slip In the last yeai
She let another go by the hoard as rhe
responded In cordial tones, "Hello,
Bertha'" , . . ,..,.,
"Want to go to a dance tonight, kid?
There was undoubtedly something In
Bertha's voice that attracted It had
a coaxing purr In It, and she was a
warm-hearted, generous girl.
Svlvv smiled faintly, hut shook her
head, though somewhat indecisively
"You do but ou don't, eh?' divined
Bertha, and assumed a motherly tone as
he w ent on w 1th "Well, you Just will
The White Lily Social's tonight and
Min'r. eolne tn bp there strong iou
r-nmo r niv room
Coi Ln "tnii T!
," Vfmv things
i t.mnKS'
look tired out tnougn i
and have a rest Then
itn etimtient with ROni
to's von won't have to go home.
With Ttprtlin tht VaH tSCt. for Sue
doubted if the girl had clothes at home
that would have mtde her presentapie
for a dance, but Sylvy confessed readily
to weariness ,
"I am tired, Bertha. Tired of every
thing," she said drearily "I would go
home with you for an hour, Just to put
off going to my own "
"I get you, kid," responded Bertha
"I've had 'em myself, but I'm out for
the eats now I know n hole ln the
ground down here' where jou can feed
like a millionairess for forty cents
Forty cents ' For one meal faylvy
had heard of such extravagance, but
never witnessed It . , ,,
"Oh, I couldn't." she objected, hold
ing back ,
"Sure ou could. Sylvy They're on
me, you know," and Bertha threaded her
hand through the tired girl's unresisting
arm and led her to Kopozynskl's
Appetite and weakness triumphed over
scruples Sjlvy ate the meal It was
a most amazing meal, stunning table
d'hote, all the way from soup to ice
creim. and it tasted, oh, so good
At first extremely self-conscious,
Sylvy sat with eyes fixed on her plate or
on Bertha's broad, rather coarse face,
but with the progress of the meal, this
shyness wore off Venturing to look
about her she saw many others dining
aa cheerfully as Bertha There was
music stimulus, too, as well as crowd
stimulus. Soon she talked and laughed
and tried to appear as happy as the
others ,
Once the memory of her mother wait
ing dinner for her struck her with a
pang, and she spoke of It to Bertha.
"What does she want to wait for you
for? That ain't love, that's selfishness.
Makes jou feel as If you ought to be
there. You got to break away some time,
ain't you? You can't always he tied
to her apron strings. Why not let this
hp thp time?"
It wan htrange how skillfully Berthi
succeeded ln appealing to something ln
the girl that had been smoldering, but
had never yet named out ln expression.
"I I guess I will!" decided Sylvy
At the end of the meal, Bertha paid
for it, from a mass of crumpled dollar
bills which she dug out of her bag, and
tipped the waiter grandly to the extent
of ten cents for each of them
Svlvy marveled at the affluence which
could cast away twenty cents without
so much as a backward look, as she
marveled at the gaudiness cf the chain
anc" locket about Bertha's neck, and at
thf thickness of color she had dared to
lay upon her cheeks.
"But but don't you live at home?"
inquired Sylvy In surprise, when they
passed the mattress-making shop of
Joseph Kopel, over which his family
lived
"Nope ' Too slow for me there. Too
much bossing. I got a room of my own."
Bertha turned ln under a cheap trans,
parent glass sign which read: "Rooms
Transient thirty-five cents "
Bertha's room was up two fights of
dimly lighted stairs and back along
many yards of twisting ill-ventilated
corridors , hut once gained proved sur
prisingly attractive It was tiny and
crowded, with no other open space than
"CAP" STUBBSAnd th' Answer Is "No, Never!" -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -: , By EDWIN 'AJ M
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IN TUB STORY
JERRV ARCHER, with hlJ brothr
Taut, actively conituctlns the buftlntea of
the Archer Tool Works engaeed In
Oovpmmnt war contracts
VV II, I.Attn II. lllTKINnilAM. fin
ancial renlua and the moat powerful
mm In Phlldtlelrhla aa the rcault of the
complete political control which his
financial rroneas nnt him,
RfTII ntTKINflHAM. his daughter,
who la engaged ta Jrry Archer without
thp knowlerldP or consent of her parent.
VICTOR ROI,I,INON, a rising young
lavpr and cloie friend of Jerry Archer.
He knows life In all Its bitterness and
has rln abovp it,
S1I.VV AURENTSKY. a oung girl
of the ghetto, whose father la unable to
overcome political and economic opprea
slon
.lnr. MAf.finNn. a punmmn nriA vanv.
a mere aisle which served as passage
way to the bed, to the trunk, to the
dresrer and to a curtained off angle
which suggested duty as a wardrobe
But despite Its littleness and cheap
ness, the lavish attentions of a feminine
hand had made It appear almost lux
urious Berlbboned shams marked the
pillow b, nnd picture post-cards fretted
the edge of the mirror, wholesome tlnv
pictures, also decked with ribbons, and
other dldos of fancywork stuck on
wherever attachment could be found, re
lieved the bareness of the walls
"Wonderful1" voted Svlvy
"Just flop " directed Bertha, motion
ing toward the bed 'Take off your
shoes and give your feet a rest. I'll
darn jou a pair of my silk stockings."
Sylvy flopped
The dance of the White Lily Social
proved all that imagination had painted
.Svlvy danced and dancpd She laughed
nnd laughed She talked and talked.
Her beauty came back to her. She
sparkled and sparkled She was the
belle of the White Lily She had never
hadsuch a good time The feeling that
haI-such. a good time The feeling th
ner soul was ln Protest, that she was
rel,eI,'.,hat sn.e wa" burning bridges a
breaking with slavish traditions. I
s a
nd
in-
creased the abandon with which
she
iliint. l.opc.U lnt !. ,...... .. ....
ngnt Tnc prnc,)ai refreshment served
was beer Between evprv danrp hppr
Sylvy declined refreshment at first upon
the ground that she did not care for
beer Liter s,he partook of It upon the
ground that the pleasures of her life had
been few and she must miss none of
them from now on. She danced more
w lldly, laughed more wildly after this at
the things her partners whispered ln her
car. more and more wildly tlll,-looking
over the foaming top of her glass, she
saw that It was Maldono who had
whispered to her.
Maldono ! Had she been dancing with
Maldono? How could she be, when he
was ln Jail; but no, there he was, laugh
ing at her, sitting beside her closer and
closer, his dark ees gloating until
again she felt them crawling over her
neck like spiders.
The look, the laugh, the leer of Mal
dono, the feel of his hand, reaching for
and clasping hers, sobered Sylvy and
she screamed, one piercing, terror
stricken fchrlek that turned the White
Lily Social into turmoil one shriek
and then for Sylvy blackness!
With Bertha bending over the fainting
girl, the male effectives of the White
Lily Social turned suddenly and fiercely
on Maldono. Battling Reddv leading,
re-enforced by Pete Harmony, Nosy Han
sen. Urny Mealey Hump Rowan, Jack
Dodge, and the three McCarthys all
first line shock-troops, as it were fell
upon Maldono like a cavalry charge
He was there upon sufferance anvway,
being a Deutsch leader, while the White
Lily was a Carey organization.
At ten o'clock next morning, Slvy
came to In Bertha's bed with a furry
tongue and a terrible pain In her head
(CONTINUED TOMORROW)
THE DAILY NOVELETTE
FARMERS AND FARMER.
ETTES
By MARJORIE E. ELLMS
PA1
i ag
ATTY'S the one to engineer It."
greed the group of girls gathered
under a tree on the college campus. And
as a result of this agreement, a long
gray roadster with a girl in a red hat
at the wheel, purred down the main
street of Willowdale and stopped at the
village postolflce.
"Some car'" said one of the men
lounging on the steps "Some girl !" he
added, after Patty had entered the post
office In a few minutes she came out
nnd drove away. The old postmaster
came to tne ooor.
"What do you suppose that girl want
ed?" he said. "A list of all the farmers
round here, and how to get to 'em. Said
she and some of her friends wanted to
work on a farm this summer to' get
practical experience so's they could
direct a farm for college girls next sum
mer Asked me who was the most likely
rarmer to try. I said twas hard to tell
guessed they'd all balk a littlp but"
with a twinkle "I said I thought Rex I
Trowbridge was tho most likely feller I
knew."
Chuckles of amusement greeted this.
Some time later Patty, with a dis
couraged droop to her mouth, came In
sight of the farm of Hex Trowbridge.
A white farmhouse lay before her, set
against an. attractive background of
blossoming fruit trees. To either side
of the house stretched level acres, bor
dered by woodland. Patty's spirits rose.
"Are vou Mr. Trowbridge?" nweetly.
"I am," came a pleasant drawl.
"What can I do for you?"
Patty told her story. Mr. Trowbridge
listened gravely, "I'm afraid," he be
gan Patty wilted perceptibly, and he
paused. "I tell you what I'll do. I'll
think over your proposition and let you
know In a few days,. If you'll give me
your address."
Patty gave It to hlmiutloomlly. He wan
Just making his refusal kinder Why
didn't men ever think girls were good
for anything practical?'
After the red hat and gray car had
disappeared Itex Trowtbrldge looked at
Patty's card, "Miss Patricia Ames,
Beacon street, Boston." He continued to
look at It In delight and amazement:
then, "That's one on Tne," he said, and
tucked it carefully away in his pocket.
A few days later Patty received a
letter, badly misspelled, stating that
Mr Trowbridge would take the girls on
trial Patty stowed the letter to her
friends In glee. "But he looked like the
kind that could pell," she mourned.
July 1 found six farmerettes, clad in
womanalls, busily weeding on the farm
of Ilex Trowbridge. They lived In tents
on a nearby hill, took turns with simple
camp cooking and refused all chaperons
but Julius Caesar, a bulldog of highly
developed protecting powers. They were
determined to prove their mettle, not
only to Mr. Trowbridge and the neigh
boring farmers, but to skeptical men In
general.
Patty did her best to draw him out.
She sympathized with his apparent
loneliness and advised courses of read
ing, but all her kind land sisterly at
tention failed to bring' forth the con
fession Pattv was sure' he was on the
point of making many times.
And so the days passed, and the last
week of farming came It was at this
iim. that nick. Pattv's skeptical older
brother, decided to come to Willow dalo
to see what his sister ana ner rnenas
were "up to.
By DADDY
IN UNCLE SAM'S SERVICE
A complete new adventure each week, leglnnlna Monday
CHAPTER V
The Man at the Old Mill
Pcgov. made OttislMc by Camou
flage Vcrjume, visits an army camp.
Ben and Bill Dalton throw into the
rlicr a German spy who tries to get
them to desert. They arc learned
by their captain that they arc liable
to punishment for letting the spy
escape.)
GENERAL. SWALLOW quickly in
troduced his companion to Peggy
"This Ib Miss Purple Swallow," he
twittered, looking at her very proudly.
"Some day I hope she will come to
our own Blrdland to live."
"I hope so. too." responded Peggy,
who at the very first glance felt that
she liked the young lady Swallow.
Then she turned to the trouble of Ben
and Bill. "We are looking for a
Jitney' driver who Is a German spy.
Ben and Bill threw him Into the river,
and we think he is somewhere in the
swamp now: I am wondering whether
you know the Birds around here well
enough to ask them to helD find him.
"To be sure I do," answered Miss
Purple Swallow.
"And they'd do anything for her.
Anybody would." gallantly added Gen
eral Swallow, looking at her fondly.
"There's a flock of Red-Winged
Blackbirds resorting along the river,"
continued Miss Purple Swallow. Ignor
ing General Swallow's compliment.
"Vn human could be In the swamp
without their knowing it. We'll report
ln a Jiffy."
"Meet us on the edge of the swamp.
rnlleH nut Peeev ns Miss Purple Swal
low and General Swallow took wing.
"Were you talking to those Birds?'
asked Ben, who naa Deen vvaiciiins
the Swallows very Intently.
"Of course I was," replied Peggy.
"They'll have all the Birds In the
swamp looking for the spy within a
minute."
"Say. that's a splendid Idea, ex
claimed Bill. '.'Wouldn't It be great
If we could train birds to be army
scouts nnd sentinels."
"You have Human Birds scouts
ln France," answered Peggy, thinking
of the aviators.
As they tramped towaid the swamp
Ben and Bill explained why the dis
favor of the captain was such a seri
ous matter.
"We have perfect records as sol
Hler nnd have earned promotions."
said Ben. "This kills our chance of
becoming noncommissioned officers.
"Just because we lost our tempers
and pitched that' spv Into the river
in8teaa OI IIIVO llie kuuiuiiumoc,
eroaned Bill.
They reached the edge of the swamp
just as the Swallows came flying1 back.
"We've found him," they shrilled
loudly "A man ln a blue suit, all
wet and muddy."
"That's him!" declared Peggy.
"He Is down ln the old mill beside
the river," twittered General Swallow.
"He is surely the man, for the Black
birds saw the soldiers throw him Into
the river and they followed him to
the old mill."
Peggy quickly Interpreted the Birds'
message.
"I know that mill." exclaimed Ben,
"the fishing Is mighty good there."
Quickly they made their way down
a grassy lane that led across the
swamp to the mill. The soldiers swung
along at such a pace that Peggy
couldn't keep up with them.
"You walk awful fast." she panted.
"Can't you fly. Invisible Fairy?"
asked Ben ln surprise,
"Not today," answered Peggy.
"Then 111 carry you, Where are
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Patty and Mr. Trowbridge were talk
ing when ,he arrived.
"Hello. Pati How goes It? Glad
you're not wearing those er trouser
ertects." patty naa cnangea to a knaKi
sklit for the occasion. "Who was that
with you?" Mr. Trowbridge had rapidly
walked away. Patty called him back.
i want you to meet ' sne began.
"Why! " for Dick had dashed past
her and was giving Itex Trowbridge
the kind of greeting common to old
friends.
"Why, you know him!" cried Patty.
"Slightly," said nick. "Only roomed
with him a couple of years at Harvard.
"What's the matter?"
Patty had disappeared.
"I can't understand why Itex didn't
let on himself," said Dick to Patty
later, "He's Stuart Trowbridge's
nephew, you know. Money to burn. Lost
his father and mother In a week, you
remember. Then he disappeared last
year. I guess they rushed him too
much socially and he wanted the sim
ple life. Wouldn't tell oven me where
he was going. Funny I or you, any
way, didn't connect names, even if you
never met him. You were always away
woen nc was at tne nouse. uee i over
alls make a good disguise." "And
grammar," Patty added, to herself,
Patty avoided Rex Trowbridge the
next day, but on tho following morn
ing, while she was waiting to take to
the station two girls who were leaving
on an eariv train, ne came up to me
gray car. Patty thought of her wasted
sympathy and sisterly advice and grew
stern.
"We have gained valuaDle experience
on your farm, Mr. Trowbridge." she
began, looking at a pair of rough little
hands, "but I can't forgive you for
making an Idiot out of me, she ended
abruptly.
Ilex Ignored this. "Patty, I'm coming
to Boston soon, if the raw rarmer dis
cards his overalls and polishes his gram
marmay he come to see you?"
"All ready, Pat " cried two girls, run
ning up. "Good-by, Mr. Trowbridge."
Patty started the motor. Then she
looked back at Ilex Trowbridge.
"I reckon I don't see no reason why
he can't," Bhe drawled imltatlvely, and
in another moment the gray car had
disappeared.
Tomorrous Complete Xorclettc
"THE AWAKENING."
"DREAMLAND ADVENTURES
There was a man sitting
you?" He felt around blindly for her,'
and Peggy ran Into his arms. He
tossed her to his shoulder where she
clung to his rifle ns they hurried
along.
The lane led through heavy under
growth until It came to the cleat Ins
ln which the mill stood At the edge
of the clearing the soldiers halted.
"Maybe he Is armed," suggested Ben.
"We'd better go carefully."
"I'll run ahead nnd see," volunteered
Peggy.
"No, no, he may hurt you," objected
Bill.
"But he can't see me," laughed
Peggy. "Ill be safe."
"That's so," agreed Ben, carefully
dropping her to the ground. "But if
anything should go wrong. Just shout,
and we'll be there in a second."
Peggy ran to the mill very confident
ly. If she hadn't been hidden by
Camouflage Perfume she might have
been scared, it was so deserted and
spooky looking.
"He Is in the little room at the
side," said General Swallow. Peggy
crept up to the door and looked ln.
There was a man sitting on a box
lacing his shoes. His clothes were
wet and on the coat was the badge of
a 'Jitney' driver. A board squeaked
under Peggy's weight, and the man
looked up quickly. To Peggy's aston
Hshment It wasn't the "Jitney" driver
at all. Thts was a very unhappy look
ing boy no older than Ben and Bill.
"That's not the man," she whls
pered to General Swallow.
"Then It must be the fellow In the
front room," he answered, leading the
way to another door. Peggy ventured
Inside, moving very cautiously. Over
at one side she saw a soldier. As
she entered he turned around. It was
the spy.
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CHATTER XIII (Concluded)
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HEN I came to my senses Macken
zie's grim face was bending over
me. He had already cut me free, but I
was yet too stiff and cramped with the
long-cont,lnuod pressure to move.
"You weren't killed then. In the bath
chair, after nil?" I said.
He shook his head as he continued
rubbing at my numb arms.
"I wasn't In the bath chair," he Bald
"What!" I said, startled and amazed
Into almost physical activity. "Then
who waB? Who was In the chair?"
"I don't know who was In It," Fald
he. "Do you think you can stand now?"
Struggling to my feet I began to
make for the door, leaning on him,
and heedless of the torture caused by
the renewal of the circulating blood.
"Mackenzie." I cried, "there was some
one In that chair. I swear it. r saw
him."
He tried to steady me
"Abercromby, old fellow, don't excite
yourself, Sit down here for a minute.
Come now ' Whoever was In that chair
Is beyond help now."
"Who was It?" I cried catching at
him. "Tell me 1"
"I swear to you," he assured me,
"I haen't the least notion."
But I was .not to be turned aside.
He had perforce to assist me, and to
gether we went down the slope, and
over the grass, to the chair that stood
with Its back toward us.
"Did you know (her?" Mackenzie
whispered to me when we had gazed at
the occupant a moment.
I must have kept on looking at her
without reply. Know her? Who knows
any one? Who knows oneself. If It
comes to that. I could hardly have
been said to know her. In any real and
'W
and ending Saturday.
on a box lacing his shoes
Peggy had almost expected this
when she found that there were two
men in the mill,
"I'd advise ypu to get away the
minute It grows" dark," called the spy
to the boy,
"I Just hate to go," the young fel
low called back ln n voice that
quivered. "I wouldn't do it If father
didn't need me o badly,"
"And I wouldn't help you If I didn't
think it Was my duty." replied the
spv grinning evilly to himself.
Peggy understood what had hap
pened. The spy had come across the
young soldier and had persuaded him
to desert, just as he had tried to per
suade Ben and BUI.
"If they catch me, they'll do some
thing terrible," called the boy.
"They'll think yo-i were drowned
while fishing and not look for you,"
answered the spy, striding over to the
window. He glanced out, and what
he saw caused him to jump back, shut
tho door quickly, and shoot the heavy
bar into place.
"Get out of sight," he called softly,
"There .are soldiers coming."
He returned to the window and cau
tiously looked out.
"It's those two, young chaps who
threw me into the river," he muttered
savagely, "I'll fix them if they come
this way. He drew a heavy pistol
from Its holster, and held it ready
for instant use.
Peggy ran to the door. She must
get outside to warn Ben and Bill. But
she couldn't budge the heavy, rusty
bar. She was a prisoner. Through
the window she saw Bill and Ben .Ad
vance toward the mill. The spy raised
his pistol menacingly.
Tomorrow it xclll be told howPcg.
gy helps to capture the spy.)
TEALTHY TERROR
JOH1M
"It is dangerous, but it it not like the
in the -
deep sense, till that moment Mackenzie '
repeated his question.
"I didn't, till this moment. But I
know her now."
Afterward he told me that he thought
my mind had become unWns-ed.
"Ker name was Margarita Thomp
son." I went on as it he had asked It.
We lifted her free and laid her on
the grass. There was blood on her
dress ; but she was not dead A-bulIet
had cut a furrow on her right arm.
and i-pllnters of wood had wounded
her in the neck, but she soon came
around when we had carried her into
the house, and bathed her wounds.
Deverill's was a much more serious case,
although, as It had chanced, ho had been
much less fired at. Indeed, he had re
ceived but the one shot from Dewlnskl,
but that had caught him, as ho was
wheeling round. In the left side, frac
turing a rib and then plowing a cir
cular course till It emerged, as I found,
just before reaching the spinal cord. It
was a narrow thing, but his recovery,
though tedious, was complete.
It was the second night after this
adventure that Margarita, now recov
ered, explained in a few words the mys
tery of her appearance. She was very
shy about It before Mackenzie.
"If," she said, turning to him, "you
have heard anything of Mr, Abercrom
by's adventures you will know that he
needs some one by him to take care of
him." Then flushing slightly for some
reason I did not divine, she hurried on:
"So when I heart? from him that he was
again mixed up with these people, and
had barely Escaped from them In Lon
don, I well, I had to come down to look
after him. When I went to the hotel
ln Dover, .and was told he had1 gone
away In a car with two gentlemen, I
feared the worst. They gave me the
names of the two at the hotel, and the
next day I came here."
"Why here?" Mackenzie asked.
"Because of the drawing," she an
irtvered. "I knew he was exploring In
this direction. It was not. however, till
the very day, that Is, last AVednesday,
on which Mr, Abercromby wns carried
off, that I succeeded In discovering you
at this hotel."
Mackenzie smiled.
"So much for our publicity campaign,
Abercromby," he said. "Why, Miss
Thompson, for those three days we pa
raded through all the streets of Folke
stone," "Things happen like that," salt Mar
garita, nodding. "I daresay I -missed
you often by a few yards. In the end,"
sho resumed, "I took a taxi and went
round the hotels asking for a Mr. Aber
cromby. It was Just a chance that he
would1 give that name. I had very lit
tle hope; but finally I came here. They
told me you had Just gone out with an
old lady who used a bath chair, and
while I stood on .the steps an old lady
In a bath chair came to the door and
asxed ror film. I did not know what to
make of It."
"Did you discover the connection be
tween the two friends and the bath
chair lady?" Mackenzie here asked,
which made me aware that he did not
rate Margarita's perspicacity at a low
level
She shook her head, smiling.
"No," she said, "I had to be told
that. It was easy to see that night
that you were greatly disturbed at the
disappearance of Mr. Abercromby." she
went on. "At first I Imagined that he
had run away from you."
"What made you change your view?"
Mackenzie asked.
"Well," she answered, "I think it was
the quality of the concern you showed,
If you know what I mean: It didn't
seem the kind of anxiety one would ex
pect from them ; and Lieutenant Deverlll
looked too nice, and young too."
"Thank you," Mackenzie laughed.
"Well," Margarita went on, "after
eight last night the clerk at the hotel,
who knew I was a friend of sir. Aber
cromby's. came to me with a letter for
him. The sange thing was that It
was In his own handwriting. I told the
girl this, and as the hotel people them
selves were getting anxious over his
disappearance I opened the note and
read It. Then it seemed to me I under
stood the mystery of the old lady In
the chair,
"I went to Deverlll and said: 'Are
you waiting for Mf. Abercromby's re
turn?' He almoRt jumped out of his
chair. I showed him the letter, and once
he had made me acquainted with your
expeditions through the streets in a
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eyes
bath chair I understood the real mean
ing of .the letter. As there wasn't much
time to spare we routed out an ofllclal
person, who was very much astonished'
when we questioned him as to the lo
cality of any mine-shafts within a ten
milo radius. We got the information,
however, as to the position of the only
three that answered to what we sought.
It was early morning when our car
found the real one; but we could do
nothing then, for when we stopped three
or four men sauntered up. from nowhere,
and passed, staring at us Mr. Deverlll
pretended something had gone wrong
with the engine, and I sat in the car and
whistled " Sho looked at me.
"I heard and understood," I answered.
Captain Mackenzie fingered In his
pocket and drew out the little Eltel
drawing As ho smoothed it out on the
table before him Margarita showed her
feminine curiosity.
"Have you read all Its secrets?" she
"I wonder!" said Mackenzie.
The twenty-seven above the dead
lion bothered me," I remarked.
"That! It probably Indicates the
total number of agents they established
here. The drawing Is twofold. The
lower half Is concerned with the organl
Kioni.for lmnedlate action. The upper
half shows the arranged landing places,
the territory to be occupied at once and
n.?..m.eanti.0f transport- The first was
between S-hakespeare Cliff and Hythe.
nrf w?Pd. w,38,- 'Lne between Hythe
fr ?thre'ft.Sna.bJe'&r llLat rock that seems
V2ihr.?2ten th6 church with destruction,
Miss Thompson, Is really an oyster."
"nd.;he church?" she asked.
J".3.' sVd Mackenzie, "Is a Ger
man idea of Canterbury. They would
have put it in the flrlng'llne."
I'And the tree?"
"The tree is an ash. a3 you will ob-
ff,r&-shf0.rd. would be extremely use
ful for a variety of reasons. The strong
part of It is that they would have had
fines"" rall'ay system behind theft
rpii'Cn,meC,'u '"terjected here, "an ex
Eastern t.rallway system the South
..i."n t.hat day," Mackenzie answered.
be run" M h"1 ?ther hands an(1 58a
De, run In other Interests,"
m,AJ are the small numbers in the
huddle?" Margarita asked.
They are the figures that relate to
7?nt,s'ide)Uhs and tides between here
and Calais. Deverlll knows about them."
He drank nn h n mff. ,,,. i.j,.t ..',?,'."
reminds me.""he continued rising
must go round to the hospital to' see
how he s sett ner rlnwm rnJ ,ul i?i.. ..
fell .uln1?6 Y88 Bone Margarita and I
fell silent. I was thinking that here
was an end to my adventures tS
When
?f '"Jit J came back to myself she n
oVe?d!n? J HfaSSK-SK oS!
er right handf -"" was in
n; ..?me u" behind her. and she did
no.t.,t,Vra und at my approach.
Miss Thompson." I said, "that blr
adventure of ours Is over and done
with now, and I've a very queer reelm
of sadness that It is, which Is a very
Irrational emotion; but somehow it
seems to me that life, after all this
nera ,be very flat and unromantic bus":
'"" ,a whlle for her to comment
on this; but she said nothing.
'Of course." I went on, "if If you
could think of another adventure." I
wanted to say "with me"; but I was
airald- , Then I saw the use to which
she had been putting her wisp of a
handkerchief. ''What! You are cry
ing!" i
"Oh. but It is terrible that piper,
to have so much blood shed for It, a
thing like that!"
"Don't think of it," I cried. "There'"
an end to that." little guessing, then,
what blood would yet have to flow on
the Menin road to Ypres before the. push .
on Calais was finally stopped. "
"I'll be home again," she said, at "
length, "the day after tomorrow, u
will be nice to be at home again."
"Very nice," I agreed, "very !"
"Unless " she began.
"Unless?" I repeated.
"You were saying something about
another adventure " she reminded
me. "If it Is dangerous like the"
last " 1
"It Is dangerous; but It Is not like
the last," I answered, looking her full
ln the eyes. " ,
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