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"Warren, MR. Bell Is coming- up for
) Junch to-dny.
. Do you think you can get home
early?"
"What for? You don't want me to
entertain her, do you?"
"No, deaf, but Mr. Bell Is coming
over for her later, and I do want
" you to meet him. 1 am sure you would
like each other."
Warren was out in the hall getting
into his light overcoat, and Helen came
out from the dining room and stood a
moment before he left.
"I can look for you, then?" she
said.
"I ani expecting a busy day: but
ril do my best."
Helen kissed him, smiling, and
went out into the kitchen to speak to
Mary about lunch. Mary was doing
beautifully, and Helen was beginning
to have more confidence in her and to
feel when she left the house as though
she needn't worry until she returned.
"Mary. I'll attend to this and you
hurry off with Winifred," she said as
she took the silver from Mary's hands.
Mary hujfried into her room and re
appeared a few moments later with
ber hat and coat. Winifred in ber lit
tle corduroy outfit looked so happy
that Helen kissed her rapturous little
face smilingly. The novelty of school
had not worn off.
Helen finished the work leisurely
and then went into her room to gel
ready for her guest. Mrs. Bell was a
new friend of Helen's. They bad met
one afternoon at Frances Knowles'
studio and had taken to each other
immediately. Mrs. Bell was the wife
of a magazine editor. She was young
and very charming, and lived in a
bungalow on Long Island. Helen liked
ber very much, and although her hus
band awed her just a little, still she
wanted him to be friendly with War
ren. They would be such charming
people to know.
It had started to rain when Mary
returned, and later when Mrs. Bell
breezed in, youthful and happy in a
raincoat and a tiny little toque set on
sideways, Helen had the living room
all arranged. There were roses In a
tall glass vase, and although the.
shades were drawn tip to the top. two
of the little electric lamps were light
ed. The room looked homelike and
Helen felt justly proud of it.
Mrs. Bell Is Pleased
"Bon you look homy in here." said
■Mrs. Bell as she slipped out of
her coat and fluffed her Angers
through her hair. It was the first
time she had visited Helen and she
went into ecstatics over the antique
pieces in the room.
"is that cabinet real?" she question
ed eagerly. "Well I declare It is.
What a perfectly beautiful piece."
Helen had to tell her about the time
she tried to polish it herself and the
mess she made of it and in the midst
of the conversation Mary announced
lunch.
Mr. Bell came early, and shortly]
afterward Warren arrived. Helen had
never known him to he nicer.
"I'm glad you came early, dear,'
Mrs. Bell remarked after the intro
ductions had been made. "I want
vto browse around in some of the j
antique shops before we go home."
"Why don't you go with us, Cur-1
tis?" questioned Mr. Bell. "I'll actu-1
ally need some one to fortify me if j
we end up in one of those places. I
speak from experience,"
"Warren is quite a connoisseur."
said Helen proudly. "He helped to
pick out nearly all of these pieces."
"X want a fourposter bed," said Mrs.
Beil. "I have an idea of furnishing an
entire room after the manner of long
ago. with candlesticks and a ragr car
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"That'is a good idea," approved
Warren, who thoroughly liked Mrs.
Bell. As he had said to Helen before,
she had something to her. "Some of
your friends are of the consistency of
a soap bubble," he had remarked
scathingly. -
( Helen conscious that Warren was
[thoroughly entertained, went into lier
bedroom for her hat and .coat. Mrs.
j Hell followed her and in a few min
utes the}' started out laughingly, bound
for an antique shop that Warren had
patronized many times.
Thev looked at many things and
Mrs. Bell bought a blue jug. There
was nothing remarkably reasonable in
the way of beds, so they firtally decid
ed to wait until another time and re
paired to a hotel for tea. The
was crowded and as they threaded
their way among the tables Helen saw
a very striking girl, who sat alone at
one of the tables, bow to Warren. She
had blond hair and a perfect face, the
kind one generally expects in a wax
doll. But she was undeniably beauti
ful. She sat within view of the table
they selected and she watched. Helen
saw a man come up and join her.
Helen Sees the Girl
"Who is the girl?" said Helen, lean
ing across the table. "Isn't she beau
tiful?"
"Yes, she certainly is, assented
Mrs. Bell. " but she doesn't look as if
she knew very much."
"They don't have to when they are
as pretty as that," said Mr. Bell.
"You don't really think that, do
you," said Helen.
"Of course he does, my dear," rip
pled Mrs. Bell in her clear, high boice.
"All men do. only seme are not as
frnnk as my husband. I prefer them
frank, don't you?"
The all laughed and in the general
conversation Helen had no opportunity
to ask Warren again who the girl was.
She watched her as the men ordered
tea and French pastry. The girl wore
a suit of green tile cloth, made elabor
ately. A white fox scarf was worn
with the costume and white shoes, alt!"
a little white satin hat with black
aigrettes. She was not exactly ani
mated and the man who was with ber
did not seem particularly entertained,
but nevertheless he looked at her
hungrily.
"Looks as it lie could eat her,
doesn't he." commented Mrs. Bell in
a low voice.
"Doesn't he. though," agreed Helen,
and then the tea. came and they all
proceeded to enjoy it thoroughly.
Helen and Warren walked over to the
Pennsyhania station afterward and it
wasn't until they were seated in the
subway nearing home that Helen liad
another opportunity to ask who the
girl was.
"Who was that girl in green, any
way, dear?" she questioned as uncon
cernedly as possible.
Warren looked up from his pa pel
absent ly.
"What girl?"
"The one at the tea table."
"Oh. you mean Miss Evans. Why,
she, Is the girl I told you of the other
day. Wonder who that was with
her?"
"She didn't look like a poor stenog
rapher with shoes full of holes," com
mented Helen dryly.
"Well, she's been working two weeks
since then. 1 wish T hadn't eaten all
that sweet stuff—t won't have an ap
petite for dinner."
Did Warren want to change the sub
ject or was it unconsciousness 011 his
part?
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! NEAL of t NAVY
By WILLIAM HAMILTON OSBORNE
——
fcOfc Author of "Red Mouie, " "Running
" Fight." "Cattpam. " "Bin* BackU," «/«. j|
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With her in his arms he started up
the lane —whither he knew not.
Suddenly, in the dlßtance, he saw
Neal —on horseback. Welcher broke
Into a run toward his foster brother.
"She —she lives," said Joe thickly,
"at any rate —you can tell her —tell
mother —tell yourself—that I brought
her back —to life. That pays up—pays
up—for—"
He fell prone upon the ground.
Neal knelt by his side. "Gone," he
said, taking off his hat, "gone, An
nette."
"We'll forget everything," she an
swered sobbing, "except that he
saved me—that he died a hero —a
real hero—at the last!"
CHAPTER LIV.
A Piece of Steel.
N'eals first duty was toward An
nette —his second toward Joe. He
carried Joe tenderly to the side of
the road and left him there, covered
with green boughs. Then he lifted
Annette upon his steed and set off for
help. It took time to find a surgeon
—time to get a car.
Meantime things happened at the
furnished house —the house bo swiftly
and violently unfurnished by its in
terloping tenants.
Inside the room nothing but a mass
of wreckage was to be seen. But
slowly, painfully, impelled by some
unßeen force, this mass of wreckage
slowly rose. Beneath It some giant
writhed and wriggled.
Finally a head appeared—the
Brute's head.
He looked about the room. Noth
ing was to be seen. He peered into
the depths from which he had just
emerged. Then suddenly he saw some
thing.
Seeing—he worked away like mad.
Inside of ten minutes, Inez, in a stu
por, was staring at the Brute from
one side of the room—Hernandez from
the other.
Hernandez shook the lethargy from
him. He crawled to Inez.
"Up—up," he cried, tugging at her,
"we have no time to lose. Come on,
you beast—come 011."
Seizing them both, tearing at them
frantically, like mad, he sped with
them toward a cluster of trees on the
other side of the road.
In the midst of this dense growth he
had hidden his machine.
Panting with frenzy, his glance ever
over his shoulder, he forced them
into the car, sprang to the wheel,
threw in the clutch, and was off.
It was three days later, on the high
seas, that Hernandez—his other two
companions well hidden in the hold —
stole out of the companion way of a
fruit steamer bound for the southern
seas.
He glanced cautiously around a cor
ner.
The first figure that met his sight
was Neal Hardin —an ensign In the
navy.
"What's he doing here?" demanded
Hernandez of himself.
He watched warily. What he saw
disturbed him. •
Neal was giving orders to the cap
tain of the ship.
Hernandez looked about him. Sud
denly he darted forward, stooped, and
picked up something from the floor.
"What is it?" queried Inez.
"A piece of steel," he said.
That night, well muffled, he stole
toward the compass, and concealed hie
piece of steel where It would do the
most good—or most harm, as you pre
fer. No one saw him—no one knew.
But on his return, turning a corner,
he ran full tilt into Ensign Neal Har
din himself. Neal sprang upon the
muffled figure and tore the enveloping
cloak from Hernandez' g r asp.
"You," cried Neal, leaping for Her
nandez, "I've got you now."
They struggled like tigers, but Neal
took no chances. This was no test
bout. He wanted to make sure of his
man. He called for help. Help came.
A dozen men pounced upon Hernan
dez.
When he was safely chained Neal
rose to his feet.
"We've got him," said Neal briefly.
He gave an order. "Search the ship,"
he said.
The ship was searched, and with
in the next quarter of an hour Inez
and the Brute, each in the clutch of
many powerful men, came Into view
on deck.
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NEAL OF THE NAVY
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"Lock the woman in a cabin," com
manded Neal, "and keep guard upon
her day and night."
All night he lay, chained heavily,
solitary, in the lazarette. working out
his own salvation —not eternal, but
material. And he always came to one
conclusion—"l'll beat them yet."
All night the pilot puzzled his head
over his compass.
As dawn broke, in the crow's nest
aloft, the lookout shaded his eyes with
his hand —then with the same hand
shaded his mouth.
"Land ho!" he cried, "land ho!"
Neal heard him and hurried to the
pilot's side. • "Can't be Lost Isle," he
exclaimed.
"Must be." said the pilot, "we're
headed straight for her —straight as
the crow flies, sir. But I can't under
stand it, either—blest if I—"
The sentence was unfinished. With
a terrific shock the vessel crashed into
an unseen reef—an unknown reef, for
they had ventured into uncharted seas
Neal understood the danger. The
ehock was too terrific to be ignored.
It meant a wreck—it would be a mat
ter of minutes only before she filled.
"Man the boats." he cried, "order
all on deck. Make haste."
He rushed in person to Annette's
door and threw it open. In person he
lifted Annette and her mother into
the first boat. Inez also was included.
It was lowered safely. Neal turned to
his crew. "Get the lazarette prisoner,"
he commanded, "drag him into this
boat here. Be about it now."
Hernandez, in a frenzy of fear, had
been beating with his chains upon the
barred door of the lazarette. They
dragged him forth, hla face working
with fear and rage, and bundled him
into the second boat —the Brute leap
ing in behind. Half way down the side
something happened—the gear broke.
The boat dropped—its one end still
held to the tackle—and plunged its
human burden into the sea beneath. -
Hernandez, heavy with his irons,
clung to the Brute. The Brute was
still a paragon of strength. With both
Hernandez' hands upon his brawny
shoulders—with the dragging weight
of Hernandez' irons upon him. he
swam, with even, steady strokes,
toward the shore—swam for an hour,
tirelessly, like some huge dog.
Suddenly his feet touched sand. . .
Neal and Annette stood upon a fltrip
of beach, staring all about them.
"This," said Annette, "must be Lost
Isle —and the admiral was right—it is
deserted. Unless wo find a Robinson
Crusoe here —possibly—my father."
Neal shook his head. "I'm not sure
it's Lost Isle," he commented, "and
I'm not sure it's deserted. See that
turn in the short line —let's round the
corner and have a better look."
Around the corner, some three-quar
ters ot a mile away, a group of naked
natives clustered greedily about a Are.
Above the fire something—horribly
gruesome—turned and turned upon a
slowly-revolving 6pit. Scattered about
upon the ground, were human
skulls. . . .
One of the natives held up his arms,
uttering guttural sounds and pointed
off the shore. The whol<» crowd broke
into a run—reached the shore and
waited.
Two men stag~erod from the water
toward the beach.
The group of natives set up a yell
of triumph . . . here, then, were
two more human skulls —two more
gruesome forms to be turned upon a
spit over a hot Are. Yes. Mariners
were quite right. These were indeed,
uncharted seas—Hernandez and the
Brute were pioneers.
The Brute looked straight ahead.
He placed his arm about his master's
quivering shoulders and stepped up
out of the sea, wtraight into that dia
bolical group of twentieth-century
anthropophagi. The Brute knew no
fear. The black bruteß reached forth
clutching hands and touched him —
seized Hernandez. The Brute
stretched forth a hand, seized a sav
age by the neck, and whirled him
round and round about his head, strik
ing the black men right and
left. . . .
Then he tossed his captive into
the sea, leaving him to struggle out
as best he might.
There was a wild cry among the na
tives—then suddenly, they prostrated
themselves before the Brute.
"He ?uw a white face —white beard,"
they told each other, "down, down on
your faces. He ia a god—our god."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
STORK LEAVES TWINS
Special to The Telegraph
New Germantown, Pa., Nov. 26.
Toboyne township's population has in
creased by three during' the last week.
Kirst the stork visited Mr. and Mrs.
Ed. Gutshall and left a little girl
and then paid a visit to Mr. and Mrs.
Robert Smith and left twins, a son
and daughter, their first-borns. Mrs.
Smith was Miss Goluie Bistllne, of this
place, before her marriage.
WOMAN COMMITS SUICIDE
Special to The Telegraph
Lewistown, Pa., Nov. 26. Mrs.
Frank Olassmire was found drowned
in the KishacoQuillas creek near the
Walnut street bridge on Wednesday.
Mr. Olassmire got up at an early
hour in the morning and went to his
work. After he had left home his
mother found that her daughter-in
law had slipped out of the house in
her nightclothes. A search resulted
late in the day of tne finding of the
body.
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, TRAINING C'L.VKS ORGANIZED
Special to The Telegraph
New Germantown, Pa.. Nov. 26.
A teachers' training class was or
ganized at the home of Mr. and Mrs.
W. H. Adams on Thursday evening
by electing these officers: Teacher.
David C. College; secretary, Russell
W. Swartz; treasurer, Dale McConnell.
SHELDON'S KNTERTMNKI)
Special to The Telegraph
Annville, Pa.. Nov. 26.—Prof, nnd
Mrs. Sheldon, the former head of the
department of music at Lebanon Yal
buckwheat cakes!
and so inexpensive! that must go in. Simply
Just a package of Aunt add cold water to Aunt
Jemima's Buckwheat Jemima's Buckwheat
Cake Flour, which has Cake Flour, then bake
the milk in powdered quickly on a hot griddle,
form mixed in it. and you have tender,
The pure, sweet milk 2°. ldell bro ?™ buckwheat
—already in the flour—is St?? 011 e ein a
what gives the cakes
that special deliciousness Beating the batter for a
that cannot be found in few seconds will make the
any buckwheat cakes but cakes even fluffier.
Aunt Jemima s. Have them tomorrow
No measuring,no chance morning, and see what
of forgetting something your family says.
(iShAUNT JEMIMA'S
FLOUR
"Made in a minute— the milk's mixed in it"
C*ty right 19 J S
ley College, entertained the follow
ing: guests at their home in Sheridan
avenue last evening: Miss Schmidt,
Miss Adams, Mrs. Saylor; Messrs.
Campbell, Eichelberger and Line
baugh.
YOUNG PKOPLK ON HIKE
Special to The Telegraph
Shiremanstown, Pa., Nov. 26.
Twenty young folks, chaperoned by
Mr. and Mm Charles J. Warner, of
Carlisle, enjoyed a moonlight hike
from this place to the home of Mr,
and Mrs. Daniel Edwards at Enola.
After reaching the Edwards home
they indulged in games, contests, and
vocal and instrumental music. Sup
per was served.
SHOWER FOR NEWLYWEDS
Special to The Telegraph
Shiremanstown, Pa., Nov. 26. —Mr.
and Mrs. I. A. Wrightstone were ten
dered a miscellaneous shower at their
home in Irvin street, Tuesday evening.
They received many presents.
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