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"The Insider"
By Virginia Terhune Van de Water
Mr. Norton Is Greatly Pleased That
Grace Takes So Kindly to Miss Dart
CHAPTER VI.
(Copyright, 1917, Star Company.)
"If you please, sir," Julia announc
ed, "dinner's served."
"Has Mrs. Gore gone down?" Mr.
Norton asked.
"Yes, sir she's waiting for you
In the dining-room."
"Very well. I will come at once."
Then as the maid disappeared he
added hastily to me: "I will have a
longer talk with you at another time.
And yet" hesitatingly "perhaps
I would better say now that if there
Is any matter you wish to know about,
I would bo glad to have you consult
me.
"Of course, Mrs. Gore will tell you
about Grace's physical needs, but
there may arise occasions when you
are not quite sure how you should
manage the child, when she may puz
ele you for she is a sensitive crea
ture, and not strong. I wish then
that you would consult me. I under
stand her," ho added, "even better
than her aunt does."
"That is strange," I said, speak
ing out my thought on the impulse
of the moment "for Grace looks
like her aunt, who tells me the lit
tle girl is like her mother, Mrs. Gore's
Bister."
It was an unfortunate and imperti
nent remark to make. Certain it is
that if I had paused to reflect I would
not have uttered it.
The man's face set in stern lines.
"Mrs. Gore told you that? Yes, Grace
Is like the mother whom she lost.
And, as that is the case, I, her
mother's husband, probably under
stand our daughter better than any
body else does."
"I—l beg your pardon!" I stam
mered. "I did not mean to intimate
that Mrs. Gore suggested that you did
not understand only when I re
marked upon Grace's resemblance to
her, she mentioned the fact that the
little girl is her dead sister's child."
The man started violently. "Her
flead" he began, then checked
himself abruptly, and his manner
changed.
Something; to Think About
"That's all right, Miss Dart," he
hurried on to say. "I may have
spoken a bit harshly but 1 am not
displeased with you or my good sis
ter. To tell the truth, I am always
so anxious about Grace that I can't
deal with anything connected with her
welfare without behaving as if it were
of supreme importance. I did not
mean to be a bear," he laughed.
"Here was I saying a minute ago that
you look very young to have a posi
tion like this, and then I speak as
harshly to you as if you were a man
of my own age instead of a young
tiling hardly more than a child.
But (turning to the door) I must go
flown or my sister will think I have
forgotten her and my dinner. And
to forget one's dinner is what no
Bane man ever does."
I sat still while I heard him run
flown the first flight, of stairs, then
down the second flight to the dining
room. After which I rose, shut the
floor, and went softly into the nursery.
Grace was lying with lier eyes half
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WEDNESDAY EVENING,
closed, but she roused and held out
her arms to me.
■ "Good night!" she muttered, sleep
ily. "Daddy stayed a long time talk
ing to you, didn't he? He's nice
Daddy is don't you think so?"
"Yes, dear; very nice," I agreed.
"You're nice, too," she remarked.
I had already noticed that one pe
culiarity of this small child was a
habit of saying in a direct way just
what she thought, "I am glad you're
here," she whispered as 1 bent and
kissed her.
"So am X," I told her.
I turned off the heat, switched the
light out, opened one of her windows
a few inches and went back into my
own room, My trunk had come that
! afternoon and I set about unpacking
] it. The strong necessity of doing
I something was upon me, yet I want-
I <*d to think. I wished I could put on
; my hat and coat and go for a long
I walk. My time was no longer my own,
1 and I could not do this.
But when I had emptied my trunk
: and pulled it noiselessly out into the
hall to be taken up into the trunk
| room in the morning, I sank into a
j chair and reviewed the events of the
! day, especially what Mr. Norton had
' said. What had 1 learned from his
; speech and manner?
A Kind Employer
First, that he was a devoted fath
er and a kind employer; second, that
he was anxious about his child for
some reason that I did not under
stand; third, that he was jealous
or resentful of any suggestion on
the part of Mrs. Gore that she un
derstood the child better than he did.
Musing on this, I decided that I had
learned something else namely,
that I would best not quote Mrs. Gore
to her brother-in-law.
A tap came at my door. As I
called "Come in!" Maggie appeared.
"Mrs. Gore would like to see you,
Miss Dart," she announced. "Can
you come down to her, please?"
"Certainly," I replied.
Mrs. Gore looked up as I entered
her room.
"I will detain you for only a mo
ment," she said, "for I am tired and
must go to bed. But I have had a
talk with Mr. Norton, and I want
to suggest that if there is anything
in which you do not understand
Grace's character you appeal to him.
Of course I understand the child much
better than h" does but he would
not want to believe this. Fathers are
like that, you kiidtV.
"So, while you must talk to me
freely about everything connected
with Grace, and I will be glad to
advise you, yet it might be a good
thing if, occasionally, you seemed also
to ask her father's advice with re
gard to her training. You understand,
don't you?"
"Yes," I replied. "I understand, —
and I thank you."
As I went back upstairs I knew
I had learned another thing. This
was that it would be wise not to re
peat to Mrs. Gore anything that her
brother-in-law said to me.
I hoped I would be tactful enough
to make no false step in this out
wardly simple, but inwardly rather
complex, household.
(To be continued.)
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(Continued.)
"Tliey seldom traverse the under-
Korld at night, for then It is that the
great banths prowl the dim corridors
seeking their prey. The therns fear
the awful denizens of this cruel and
hopeless world that they have fostered
and allowed to grow beneath their very
feet.
"The prisoners even sometimes turn
upon them and rend them. The them
can never tell from what dark shadow
an assassin may spring upon his back
"By day It la different. Then the
corridors and chambers are filled with
guards passing to and fro. Slaves
from the temples above come by hun
dreds to the granaries and storerooms.
All is life then. You did not see it be
cause I led you not in the beaten
tracks, but through roundabout pas
sages seldom used.
"Yet It Is possible that we may meet
a thern even yet. They do occasion
ally find It necessary to come here
after the sun has set. Because of this
I have moved with caution."
But we reached the upper galleries
without detection, and presently Thu
ria halted us at the foot of a short,
teep ascent
CHAPTER VIII.
Th> Blaok Pirates of Baraoom.
" BOVE us," Thuvla said, "Is a
A doorway which opens on to
f\ the inner gardens. I have
brought you thus far. From
here on for four miles to the outer
ramparts our way will be beset by
countless dangers.
"Guards patrol the courts, the tem
ples, the gardens. Every Inch of the
ramparts themselves Is beneath the
eye of a sentry."
I could not understand the necessity
for such an enormous force of armed
men about a spot BO surrounded by
mystery and superstition that not a
soul upon Barsoom would have dared
to approach It even had they known Its
exact location.
I questioned Thuvla, asking her
what enemies the therns could fear in
their impregnable fortress.
Wo had reached the doorway now.
and Thuvla was opening It
"They fear the black pirates of Bar
soom, O prince!" she said. "From
whom may our first ancestors preserve
us."
The door swung open. The smell of
growing things greeted my nostrils;
the cool night air blew against my
cheek.
The great banths sniffed the unfa
miliar odors, and then with a rush
they broke past us with low growls,
swarming across the gardens of the
therns beneath the lurid light of the
nearer moon.
Suddenly a great cry arose from the
roofs of the temples, a cry of alarm
and warning that, taken up from point
to point, ran off to the east and to the
west, from temple, court and rampart,
until it sounded as a dim echo in the
distance.
The great Thark's long sword leaped
from its scabbard. Thuvia shrank,
shuddering, to my side.
"What is it?" I asked of the girl.
For answer she pointed into the sky.
I looked, and there, above us, I
saw shadowy bodies flitting hither and
thither high over temple, courts and
garden.
Almost Immediately flashes of light
broke from these strange objects.
There was a roar of musketry and
then answering flashes and roars from
temple and rampart.
"The Black Pirates of Barsoom, O
prince!" eaid Thuvia.
In great circles the air craft of the
marauders swept lower and lower to
ward the defending forces of the
therns.
Volley after volley they vomited
upon the temple guards. Volley on
volley crashed through the thin air
toward the fleeting and illusive fliers.
As the pirates swooped closer to-j
ward the ground them soldiery poured I
from the temples into the gardens and
courts. The sight of them in the open
brought a score of fliers darting to
ward us from all directions.
The therns fired upon them through
shields affixed to their rifles, but on,
steadily on, came the grim black craft.
They were small fliers, for the most
part, built for two to three men. A
few larger ones there were, but these
kept high aloft, dropping bombs upon
the temples from their keel batteries.
At length, with a concerted rush, ev
idently In response to a signal of com
mand, the pirates In our immediate vi
cinity (lashed recklessly to the ground
in the very midst of the thern soldiery.
Scarcely waiting for their craft to
touch, the creatures manning them
leaped among the therns with the fury
of demons.
Such fighting! Never had 1 witness
ed its like before. I had thought thu
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On, Steadily on, Cam* the Grim Black
Craft.
warriors in the universe, but the aw
ful abandon with which the Black Pi
rates threw themselves upon their foes
transcended everything I ever before
had seen.
Beneath the brilliant light of Mars'
two glorious moons the whole scene
presented itself in vivid distinctness.
The golden haired, white skinned
therns battled with desperate courage
In hand to hand conflict with their
ebony skinned foemen.
A little to one side stood Thuvla, the
Thark, and I. The tide of battle hafi
not reached us, but the fighters from
time to time swung close enough that
we might distinctly note them.
The Black Pirates interested me im
tnensely. I had heard vague rumors
little more than legends they were—
during my former life on Mars, but
never had I seen them nor talked with
one who had.
They were popularly supposed to in
habit the lesser moon, from which they
descended upon Barsoom at long inter
vals. Where they visited they wrought
the most horrible atrocities and when
they left carried away with them flre
avms and ammunition and young girls
as prisoners.
All about us in the garden lay their
sinister craft, which the therns for
some reasou, then unaccountable to me,
made no effort to injure. Now and
again a black warrior would rush from
a nearby temple bearing a young wom
an in his arms. Straight for his filer
he would leap, while tnose of his com
rades who fought near by would rush
to cover his escape.
The therns, ou their side, would
hasten to rescue the girl, and in an in
stant the two would be swallowed in
a maelstrom of yelling devils, hacking
and hewing at one unother.
But always, it seemed, were the
Black Pirates of Barsoom victorious
and the girl, brought miraculously un
harmed through the conflict, borne
away into the outer darkness upon the
deck of a swift flier.
Fighting like that near us could be
heard in all directions as far as sour.d
carried, and Thuvla told me that the
attacks of the Black Pirates were
usually made simultaneously along the
entire ribbon-Ilke domain of the therns,
which circles the valley Dor on the
outer slopes of the mountains of Otx.
As the fighting receded from our po
sition for a moment Thuvla turned to
ward me with a question.
"Do you understand now, O prince,"
she said, "why a million warriors
guard the domains of the holy therns
by day and by night?
"The scene you are witnessing now
Is but a repetition of what I Uave seen
enacted a score of times during the
fifteen years I have been a prisoner
here. From time immemorial the
Black Pirates of Barsoom have preyed
upon the holy therns.
"Yet they never carry their expedi
tions to a poln£, as one might readily
believe it was in their power to do,
where the extermination of the race of
therns is threatened. It is as though
they but utilized the race as play
things, with which they satisfy their
ferocious lust for fighting, and from
whom they collect toll In arms and
ammunition and in prisoners."
"Why don't they Jump in and de
stroy these fliers?" I asked. "That
would soon put a stop to the attacks,
or at least the blacks would scarce be
so bold. Why, see how perfectly un
guarded they leave their craft, as
though they were lying safe In their
own hangars at home!"
<To Be Continued.)
- Doing the Markets—
And Other Things
By HAZEI, NL'TT.
My old friend "Bugs" Baer of the
New York Evening World, says that
an optimist is a man who doesn't care
what happens, just so it doesn't hap
pen to him. Tnat may be the New
*ork definition of an optimist, but it
isn't what a Harrisburg optimist is, to
wit: A Harrisourg optimist is a man
who thinks he can get to Nineteenth
and Market streets in twenty-live min
utes, leaving the Square at noon; or
else he's a man who thinks he can get
bargains at a market house. The \V ue
wasted half an hour Saturday trying
to tlnd a bunch of celery for less than
12 cents. And when the Son and Heir
had grabbed the heart, Sunday dinner
time, there wasn't enough celery left
to pad a crutch. Willie the Wife was
celery hunting I watched the happy
marketers, being particularly interest
ed in a woman at a cake counter. To
be sure that the cakes were fresh
she squoze each one with her fingers;
and when she finally found one that
would dent she bought it. 1 went over
to a woman who was selling scrapple.
Scrapple.
"Why don't you put meat in your
scrapple?" I asked her.
"Ue do," says she.
"Well," I said to her, "it doesn't
taste."
"Neither would you," says she, "if
you were mixed with as much mush as
it is."
Then I got even with her. I asked
her to say "much mush" five times
real quick; and while she was un
tangling herself I made a getaway.
I forgot to say that all this was
down at the Chestnut street market.
After the Wife had left the center of
operations half a dozen times, return
ing each time with some more fodder
lor tile basket, I asked her wasn't she
pretty nearly through.
"Why," says she, indignantly, "I still
have $1,15 left," and away she went.
I followed her to where she was buy
ing a chicken.
"How will I know this chicken is
tender?" she was saying.
"We can tell that easily—tomor
row," I told her.
The man at the counter eyed me in
a nauseated manner.
"L.ady," he said, "when the chick
en's breast bone will bend it's a sign
the chicken's young."
And then he bent the breast bone.
He pretty nearly broke his arm, but he
bent that bone.
"Do y' want some puddin'?" a man
asked me.
"I'm not very hungry," I told him,
"but if you have a nice piece of cottage
pudding 1 could eat a bite or two."
"No, no," he said. "Not that kind
of puddin'—puddin', that comes from
meat. You know—like scrapple."
"Nup," says 1, "if it's like scrapple
it's come too far—from meat."
I like markets. I'm going again next
Saturday afternoon. I expect to have
$5 again by that time.
I broke my previous records on the
Reservoir line Saturday night. I rode
all the way from Cameron to Nine
teenth and never had my feet on the
floor once. No, I wasn't sitting down
either; I was supposed to be standing.
The little girl with the high suede
shoes who was jammed in back of me
said something about tall fellows that
don't know enough to lean on their
own dinners. Good Lord, lady! ac
cept my apology. When the jam fin
ally loosened 1 dropped a toot.
One of our eminent cabaret attend
ants had a row with a policeman just
after he finished his thirteenth bottle
of beer the other night.
"I'll lock y' up," said the cop. "An*
d'ye know what'll happen? Th' alder
man'll sentence y' t' stay home with
your wife live nights."
"He can't do nothin' like that,"
hicked the cabaret attendant.
"Why not?" asked the policeman.
"Th' law (hie) f'rbids crooel an' un
usual punishments."
Capitol's getting to be a great resort
for newly weds. They come in here
from all points of the compass. Usu
ally the sweet young dears keep their
eyes averted as they pass the Barnard
statues on the front porch. Then when
they come to the revolving doors
they're so doggone averse to being
separated that they both crowd into
one compartment. There's always a
pair of them holding hands in the
Senate or House gallery or Governor's
reception room. Almost all the young
husbands ask tho guards where the
graft was.
Trio of Nubians condescended 1o
carry a barrel of ashes and two small
boxes out of my cellar Monday.
"How much?" asked the wife.
"It. ought to be worth a nickel
apiece for the three of "em," said one
Nube. "Three beers."
"Here's 20 cents," says the Wife,
"and when you're through with the
first glass the three of you can fight
for the fourth."
"Reckon we'll get a bucket," says
the Nubian.
These guys—the ash carriers—are
unconscious humorists, or subcon
scious, I don't know which. I don't
like to carry out ashes; none what
ever. So when the trio named was
heavin' out the barrel Monday one of
'em began singing:
Ashes t' ashes,
Dust t' dust.
If ho won't carry 'em
The ash man must.
Big fellow from the fire marshal's
department had to pay for his six
year-old on the Reservoir line the
other night. First time ever. The car
crowded up. The little fellow had a
seat. Guy came in and squdged the
kkidds mighty close.
"Don't crowd the little chap," said
the big fellow from the hill. "You
wouldn't do it if he was big enough to
object."
"Can't y' hold him on your lap?"
"I kin-not," said the big fellow. "I
paid for his seat and he's going to have
it. And I might mention for your
benefit my belief in the principle that
a man's entitled to what he pays for,
and if there's no freedom of the seats,
why—"
And the other guy hunched back
where he came from.
READING BUYS 250.000 DOUGHNUTS
Reading, Pa., Feb. 21.—Bakers In this
city yesterday sold a quarter of a mil
lion doughnuts, it being "fastnacht
day." One baker alone marketed 18,000.
At a conservative estimate of two and
one-half to each unit in the population.
Shrove Tuesday was a feast Instead of
a fast day. The total estimate Is about
50,000 short of last year's because of the
increased price flour and lard.
DANIEL EICHELE DIES
Humemlstown, Pa., Feb. 21.
Daniel Eichele, aged 80 years, of near
Hoernerstown, died Monday night. He
Is survived by one sister. Funeral
services will be held on Thursday aft
ernoon at the Hoernerstown Lutheran
Church.
FEBRUARY 21, 1917.
Copyright, 1913, by Doubleday,' Pag* A Co.
(Continued.)
We worked with entire absorption,
quite oblivious to all that was going
on about us. It was only by accident
that Yank looked up at last, so I do
not know how long Don Gaspar had
been there.
"Will you look at that?" cried Yank.
Don Gaspar, still in his embroidered
boots, his crimson velvet breeches, his
white linen and his sombrero, but
without the blue and sliver jacket, was
busily wielding a pickax a hundred
feet or so away. His companion, or
servant, was doing the heavier shovel
work.
"Why, oh, why," breathed Johnny at
last, "do you suppose, if he must mine,
he doesn't buy himself a suit of dun
i garees or a flannel shirt?"
"I'll bet It's the first hard work he
ever did In his life," surmised Yank.
"And I'll bet he won't do that very
long," I guessed.
But Don Gaspar seemed to have
more sticking power than we gave him
credit for. We did not pay him much
further attention, for we were busy
with our own affairs, but every time
we glanced In his direction he appear
ed to be still at it. Our sack of sand
was growing heavier, as, indeed, were
our limbs. As a matter of fact we
had been at harder work than any of
us had been accustomed to for very
long hours, beneath a scorching sun,
without food and under strong excite
ment. We did not know when to quit,
but the sun at last decided it for us by
dipping below the mountains to the
! west.
! The following days were replicas of
the first We ate hurriedly at odd
times; we worked feverishly; we sank
into our tumbled blankets at night too
tired to wiggle. But the buckskin sack
of gold was swelling and rounding out
most satisfactorily. By the end of the
week it contained over a pound!
But the long hours, the excitement
and the Inadequate food told on our
nerves. We snapped at each other
impatiently at times and once or twice
came near to open quarreling. Johnny
and I were constantly pecking at each
, other over the most trivial concerns,
j One morning we were halfway to
l the bar when we remembered that we
had neglected to picket out the horses.
It was necessury for one of us to go
back, and we were all reluctant to
do so.
"I'll be if I'm going to lug 'way
up that hill," I growled to myself. "I
tied them up yesterday, anyway."
Johnny caught this.
"Well, it wasn't your turn yester
day," he pointed out, "and it is today.
I've got nothing to do with what you
j chose to do yesterday."
"Or any other day," I muttered.
"What's that?" cried Johnny trucu
ieutly. "I couldn't hear. Speak up!"
We were flushed and eying each oth
er malevolently.
"That'll do!" said Yank, with an un
expected tune of authority. "Nobody
will go back and nobody will go ahead.
We'll just sit down on this log yere
while we suioke one pipe apiece. I've
got something to say."
Johnny and I turned on him with a
certain belligerency mingled with sur
prise. Yank had so habitually acted
the part of taciturnity that his decided
air of authority confused us. His
slouch had straightened; his head was
up; liis mild eye sparkled. Suddenly I
felt like a bad small boy, and I believe
Johnny was the same. After a mo
ment's hesitation we sat down on the
log.
"Now," said Yank firmly, "it's about
time we took stock. We been here
now five days. We ain't had a decent
meal of vlttles in that time. We ain't
fixed up our camp a mite. We ain't
been to town to see the sights. We
don't even Know the looks of the man
that's camped down below us. We've
been too danged busy to be decent.
Now we're goln' to call a halt. I
should Jedge we have a pound of gold
or tharabouts. How much is that
worth, Johnny? You can Agger in yore
beud."
"Along about $250," said Johnuy aft
er a moment.
"Well, keep on figgerin'. How much
does that come to apiece?''
"About SBO, of course."
"And dlvldln' eighty by five?" per- j
slated Yank.
"Sixteen.",
"Well," drawled Yank, his steely blue
eye softening to a twinkle. "sl6 a day
is fair wages, to be sure, but nothln'
to get wildly excited over." He sur
veyed the two of us with some humor.
"Hadn't thought of it that way, had
you?" he asked. "Nuther had I until
last night. I was so dog tired I
couldn't sleep, and I got to figgerin' a
little on my own hook."
"Why, I can do better than that in
Ban Francisco, with half the work!" I
cried.
"Maybe for awhile," said Yank, "but
here we got a chance to make a big
strike most any time and in the mean
time to make good wages. But we
ain't goln' to do it any quicker by kill-
In* ourßelves. Now, today la Sunday.
I ain't no religious man, but Sunday
Is a good day to quit. X propose we
go back to camp peaceable, make a
decent place to stay, cook ourselves up
a aquar' meal, wash out our clothes,
visit the next camp, take a look at
town and enjoy ourselves."
Thus vanished the first and most
wonderful romance of the gold. Re
duced to wages It was somehow no
longer so marvelous. The element of
uncertainty was always there, to be
sure, and an Inexplicable fascination,
but no longer had we any desire to
dig up the whole place immediately.
I suppose we moved nearly as much
earth, but the fibers of our minds were
relaxed, and we did It more easily and
with less nervous wear and tsar.
Also, as Yank suggested, we took
pains to search out our fellow beings.
I The camper below us proved to be Don
Gnspar, velvet breeches and all. He
received us hospitably and proffered
perfumed cigarettos, which we did not
like, but which we smoked out of po
liteness. Our common ground of meet
ing was at first the natural one of the
gold diggings. Don Gaspar and bis
man, whom he ciUied Vasquez, had
produced somewhat less flake gold
than ourselves, but exhibited a half
ounce nugget and several smaller
lumps. We could not muke him out.
Neither his appearance nor his per
sonal equipment suggested necessity,
and yet he labored as hard as the rest
of us. Ilis gaudy costume was splash-,
ed and grimy with the red mud, al
though evidently he had made some
attempt to brush it. The linen was,
of course, hopeless. He showed us
the blisters on his small aristocratic
looking hands.
"It is the hard work," he stated
simply, "but one gets the gold."
From that subject wo passed on to
horses. He confessed that he was un
easy as to the safety of his own mag- ;
nlflcent animals and succeeded in
alarming us as to our own.
"Thos* Indian," he told us, "are al
ways out to essteal, and the paisnnos.
It has been tolo me that Andreas Ami
jo and his robbers are near. Someday
we lose our horse!"
Our anxiety at this time was given
an edge by the fact that the horses,
having fed well and becoming tired of
the same place, were inclined to stray.
It was impossible to keep them always
on picket lines —the nature of the
meadow would not permit it—and they
soon learned to be very clever with
their hobbles. Several mornings we
put In an hour or so hunting them up
and bringing them in before we could
start work for the day. This wasted
both time and temper. The result was
that wo drifted Into partnership with
Don Gaspar and Vasquez. Ido not re
member who proposed the arrange
ment. Indeed, I am inclined to think
it just came about naturally from our
many discussions of the subject. Un
der the terms of it we appointed Vas
quez to cook all the meals, take full
care of the horses, chop the wood,
draw the water and keep camp gener
ally. The rest of us worked in couples
at the bar. We divided the gold into
five equal parts.
CH/W 3 TER XIV.
At Hangman's Gulch.
OL'lt visit to the town we post
poned from day to day be
cause we were either too busy
or too tired. We thought we
could about figure out what that crude
sort of village would be like. Then on
Saturday evening our neighbor with
the twinkling eye—whom we called
McNally without conviction because
he told us to—lnformed us that there
would be a miners' meeting next day
and that we would be expected to at
tend.
(To Re Continued)
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