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"The Insider"
By Virginia Terhune Van de Water
CHAPTER XI
(Copyright, 1917, Star Company.)
When we reached home, Mrs. Gore
was still in bed, and Grace and I
lunched alone. As I received no mes
sage from the invalid, I did not ask
to see her. After ray experience of the
morning with her, 1 felt that I would
best not intrude upon her.
The afternoon passed as usual,
Grace and I taking a short walk up
Hiverside Drive, after which wc spent
an hour together in my room, or until
our supper was atnounccd, when we
went down to the lining room.
Mr. Norton wasroming in the front
door as we reachel the lower hall. He
spoke to us gravely, and his manner
was preoccupied.
When Grace was in bed that even
ing, I pressed th button which was
the usual signal tor Julia to inform
the master of the house that his small
daughter was reaj.v to see him.
The ring brought no response, and
I suddenly recallel the fact that Mag
gie had waited upon Grace and me at
supper and had told us that Julia had
gone out, Mrs. Gd-e having given her
the evening off to spend with a cousin
who had just arrii-ed from "the other
side." Maggie was now probably busy
upstairs, and the cook and kitchen
maid paid no heel to the sound of the
bell.
"Who will call Saddy, then?" Grace
asked when I explained this to her.
"I will, of coutse," I said.
I spoke confuichtly enough, but my
decision then failed, when
I reached the lalding half way down
the stairs. The loor of Mrs. Gore's
room "was open ind I could hear dis
tinctly what was being said in there.
I was arrested >y the sound of my
own name spoken by Mrs. Gore.
Everybody acknowledges that
eavesdropping is contemptible, yet
when one suddenly hears her own
name, it requires an almost super
human effort to flee without lingering
to learn what is being said. Add to
this that I was off my guard through
sheer surprise, and I may be par
doned for committing a dishonorable
actlor. Involuntarily, I paused.
"Miss Dart is young and inex
perienced," Grace's aunt was saying.
"I fear you leave entirely too much to
her judgment. After all, I know
Grace, and she does not." ,
An Altercation
"She understands the child won
derfully," my employer argued. "You
must admit that, since her arrival,
Grace has not had a single attack of
that nervous crying she usod to
have."
"Because her general condition is
better," Mrs. Gore maintained.
"And that is due to her— govern- '
ess' companionship and manage- j
medt," Mr. Norton declared. "You
say' that Miss Dart disobeyed your
instructions last night about the win
dows in the nursery. Had she not
opened a window, she would have
disobeyed me."
'She complained to you of my
orders," Mrs. Gore accused.
"She did nothing of the kind!" the
mar. exclaimed with such vehemence
that 1 started violently. "Grace told
me about the affair. I acted as I
thought best.
"Although you are always wel
conu to a home in my house, you
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WEDNESDAY EVENING,
must not forget that I am master
here. What 1 say about my child
goes. It will spare both of us much
future discomfort If you will bear this
in mind."
"Brewster!" Mrs. Gore ejaculated,
and her voice broke into a quaver.
"In all the years I have been here
we have never quarreled. Haven't
I always deferred to you in every
thing?"
"Yes," he acknowledged, "because
other attendants employed for Qrace
were hirelings who did what they
pleased, or submitted to any sugges
tion, whether it was for Grace's good
or not. This girl is different. She un
derstands her job. She is not a mere
nurse, but an interesting and inter
ested girl.
"I want her to manage Grace as
she sees fit, until she runs against
some snag. She Is ready and will
ing to consult me, and that is all that
is essential. I have told her that
with regard to such non-essentials as
the child's clothes, etc., she may ap
peal to you. On other points she must
consult me: That is why," slowly and
severely, "she took the car this morn
ing—because I ordered her to go in it
for some books."
"Did she intimate," Mrs. Gore
asked suspiciously, "that I disap
proved?"
"She did not suggest it," the man
said quickly. "Did you tell her you
disapproved?"
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"Why—-no—" she stammered. "I
was only surprised when X learned
she was going out."
"And you probably told her so. Be
that as it may, it would be more com
fortable for you, for me, for Miss
Dart and for Grace if you and I do
not clash in this way. I would, there
fore, suggest that you stop worrying
about Grace and her management as
long as the child seems to be improv
ing all the time."
"Do you wonder, Brewster," the
woman began, "that I worry about
her when I remember"
Her brother-in-law interrupted lier
almost savagely, and there was a
sharp note of pain in his voice.
"Do you wonder that I worry when
I remember?" he demanded. "Or do
you wonder that I wish I could for
get? And it is because I cannot for
get that I thank Heaven that the
child has at last some healthful, sane,
cheering companionship! And she
shall have it as long as I have the
money to pay for it—which will prob
ably be as long as she lives.
"We are on the right track at last.
Grace is seldom allowed to play with
I children, for they have always exclt
| ed and fretted her. Life lias been a
1 dull monotony for her. Now she is
getting what she needs. And she shall
have it —if not from Miss Dart, as I
hope, then from someone. We may
as well agree amicably upon that
point, my dear sister."
I had heard more than I had any
right to hear, and, as I realized this,
1 turned and ran lightly upstairs,
overcome with shame and self-disgust
that I had played the part of an
eavesdropper.
A few minutes later, hearing Mag
gie asked her to tell Mr. Norton
Grace was ready for his visit.
(To Be Continued)
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(Continued.)
As we were about to leave The pool
and enter the corridors an officer called
my attention to the waters upon which
the submarine floated. At first they
seemed to be merely agitated as from
the movement of some great te>dy be
neath the surface, and I at once con
jectured that another submarine was
rising to the surface in pursuit of us.
But presently it became apparent that
the level of the waters was rising not
with extreme rapidity, but very surely,
and that soon they would overflow the
sides of the pool and submerge the
floor of the chamber.
For a moment I did not fully grasr
the terrible import of the slowly rising
waters. It was Carthoris who real
ized the full meaning of the thing—its
cause and the reason for it
"Haste!" he cried. "If we delay wi
all are lost The pumps of Omeau
have been stopped. They would drowr
us like rats in a trap. We must react
the upper levels of the pits in advanct
of the flood or we shall never read
thsin. Come."
"Lead the way, Carthoris," I cried.
"We shall follow."
At my command the youth leaped
into one of the corridors, and in col
umns of twos, and in good order, the
soldiers followed him, each company
entering the corridor only nt the com
mand of its dwar, or captain.
I was the last to leave the chamber
nf the submarine, and as I followed
the rear of the column toward the cor
ridor I m#ved through water to my
knees.
The corridor, too, was flooded to the
same depth, for its floor was on n level
with the floor of the chamber from
which it led, nor was thcrfc any per
ceptible rise for many yards.
The march of the troops through
the corridor was as rapid as was con
sistent with the number of men that
moved through BO narrow a passage,
but it was not ample to permit us to
gain appreciably on the pursuing tide.
Long ere the last of the column could
hope to reach the upper pita which lay
above the danger point, I was con
vinced that the waters would surge
after us In overwhelming volume and
that fully half the expedition would
be snuffed out.
As I cast about for some means of
saving as many as possible of the
doomed men I saw a diverging corri
dor which seemed to rise at a steep
angle at my right.
liaising my voice to its utmost, 1
shouted my commands to the dwars
ahead of me.
"Call back the last twenty-five
utans," I shouted. "Here seems a way
of escape. Turn back and follow me."
"Hslp, John Csrtsrl W are suffo
cating!"
My orders were obeyed by nearer
thirty utans, HO that some 3,000 men
came about and hastened Into the
teeth of the flood to reach the corri
dor up which I directed them.
As the first dwar passed In with
his utan 1 cautioned him to listen
closely for my commands and under
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no circumstances to venture into the
open or lenve the pits for the temple
proper until I should have come up
with him "or you know that I died
before I could reach you."
The officer saluted and left me. The
men flled rapidly past me and entered
the diverging corridor which I hoped
would lead to safety.
The water rose breast high. Men
stumbled, floundered and down.
Many I grasped and set upon their
feet again, but alone the work was
greater than I could cope with. Sol
diers were being swept beneath the
boiling torrent never to rise.
At length the dwar of the tenth
utan took a stand beside me. He was
a valorous soldier, Gur Tus by name,
and together we kept the now thor
oughly frightened troops in the sem
blance of order and rescued many that
would have drowned otherwise.
DJor Ivnntos, son of Kantos Kan,
and a padwar of the fifth utan, Joined
us when his utan reached the opening
through which the men were fleeing.
Thereafter not a man was lost of all
the hundreds that remained to pass
from the main corridor to the branch.
As the last utan was filing past us
the waters had risen until they surged
about our necks, but we clasped hands
and stood our ground until the last
man had passed to the comparative
safety of the new passageway. Here
we found an Immediate and steep as
cent, so that within a hundred yards
we had reached a point above the
waters.
For a few minutes we continued rap-
Idly up the steep grade, which I hoped
would soon bring us quickly to the up
per pits that led into the temple of
Issus. But I was to meet with a cruel
disappointment.
Suddenly I heard a cry of "Fire!"
far ahead, followed almost at once by
cries of terror and the loud commands
of dwars and padwars, who were evi
dently attempting to direct their men
away from some grave danger. At
last the report came back to us:
"They have fired the pits ahead!"
"We are hemmed in by flames In
front and flood behind!"
"Help, John Carter! We are suffo
cating!"
Back upon us at the rear swept a
wave of dense smoke that sent us
stumbling and blinded into a choking
retreat.
There was naught to do other than
seek a new avenue of escape. The fire
and smoke were to be feared a thou
sand times over the water, and so I
seized upon the first gallery which led
out of and up from the sufTocatlng
smoke that was engulfing us.
Again I atood to one side while the
soldiers hastened through on the new
way. Some 2,000 must have passed
at a rapid rQn when the stream ceased,
but I was not sure that all had been
rescued who had not passed the point
of origin of the flames, and so to as
sure myself that no poor devil was
left behind to die a horrible death un
/uccored I ran quickly up ths gallery
In the direction of the flames, which I
could now see burning with a dull glow
far ahead.
It was hot and stifling work, but at
last I reached a point where the fire lit
up the corridor sufficiently for me to
see that no soldier of Helium lay be
tween me and the conflagration. What
was In It or upon the far side I could
not know, nor could any man have
passed through that seething hell of
themicals and lived to learn.
Having satisfied my sense of duty. 1
turned and rau rapidly back to the
corridor through which my men had
passe;!. To my horror, however, I
found that my retreat In this direction
had been blocked. Across the mouth
uf the corridor stood a massive steel
grating that had evidently been low
ered from Its resting place above for
the purpose of effectually cutting off
my escape.
A thousand times I berated myself
for being drawn into such a trap as I
might have known these pits easily
could be. Now I saw that it would
have been much better to have kept
our force intact and made a concerted
attack upon the temple from the val
ley side, trusting to chance and our
great fighting ability to have over
whelmed the Black Pirates and com
pelled the safe delivery of Dejah Tho
ris to me.
The smoke from the fire was forcing
me farther and farther back down the
corridor toward the waters which I
iaulcl hear surging through the dark
ness.
With my men had gone the last
torch. Nor was this corridor lighted
by the radiance of phosphorescent rock
as were those of the lower levels. It
was this fact that assured me that 1
was not far from the upper pits which
beneath the temple.
(To Be Continued)
RIGHT AND WRONG
WAY TO PROCEED
Playing the Game Calls For
Honorable Tactics to
Succeed
By Beatrice Fairfax.
"That isn't cricket," says the Eng
lishman. "It isn't done," says our
society leader. "Das thut man
nicht," says the German. Every na
tion, every walk of life has its own
idiomatic expression for the fact that
there are things It Isn't fair to do.
To most of us there comes at some
stage of the game or life a chance to
get ahead —but get ahead not quite
honorably.
The principle Involved may be so
slight a deviation from the right and
honorable thing no one else will ever
be able to accuse us of dishonesty.
But we shall know. Down In our
hearts we will hav the unpleasant
consciousness that we didn't play the
game honorably and "on the level."
To the fine-fibred man or woman,
victory without honor means defeat.
It's all very well for a cynical world
to point to successful men who achieve
fame and fortune without paying too
much attention to the ethical value of
things.
None of us knows exactly how un
happy a man Is when he has to face
his own 'inner conviction of dishon
esty. Rut even without going as far
as dishonesty there Is another thing
to face—the consciousness of not be
ing a "good sport."
There are all sorts of situations in
the summer in which people* find
themselves tempted to play the game,
merely to win. A desire for victory
is not "sporting." Neither victory nf>r
defeat must mean too much to the
real sportsman. The point is—play
ing the game.
There lies the instinct of a real
sportsman. He plays the game. He
doesn't resort to artifices, to little
tricks, to schemes to achieve the vic
tory at any cost. He plays with re
spect for his own manhood and cour
teous deference for his opponent.
The rules of any sport are based
on courtesy and consideration for one's
opponent. You don't win a swimming
race by dealing your opponent a kick
under water and so putting him out of
the running. You don't win any race
that way. Neither sports nor life are
played out on a basis of trickery or
dishonor by anyone who is decent
and fine.
Besides all that cheater misses
most of the fun—the joy of honest
striving—the glow of victory gained
fairly and squarely.
The game must be played accord
ing to rule—but still more superbly
than that by anyone who wants real
pleasure from playing if. It Is almost
better to give your opponent a victory
than to snatch it from him by a con
temptible little underhand trick.
Play your games fairly and squarely
this summer. See how much more fun
you get out of them that way. And
then try playing your whole game of
life that way.
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27 Princeton Seniors
Say They Were Never
Kissed by Fair Maid
Princeton, N. J., March 7. —."Have
you ever kissed a girl? If not, why
not?"
In answer to this question 182 of the
200 senior members of tho .graduation
class of Princeton University, who an
swered this rather personal question
replied they had, on some occasion in
their lives, kissed a girl. Twenty
seven men said that they had not
kissed, while a few of the more bash
ful members of the class, when Inter
rogated, refused to commit them
selves either way. Some of the rea
sons advanced b ythe "nonosculators"
in answer to the second question, "If
not, why not?" were: "The high cost
of loving; high collars; adherence to
the traditional policy of watchful
waiting;" one modern Adonis main
tains that he has never found a lady
worthy of the honor, while several
unfortunates claim that they either
never had the chance or lacked the
nerve.
Twenty-eight seniors claim they do
not correspond with any girl; twenty
bix correspond with one girl and the
same number with two girls. One
member of tho class asserts that he
corresponds with thirty-three different
girls, while another replies that It de
pends on the seasons, sp.ing leading.
Forty-one members of the class con
sider it morally wrong to kiss a girl.
MARCH 7, 1917.
Copyright, 1013, by Doubladay, Page A C*. '
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(Continued.)
CHAPTER XX.
Johnny Gets Pistol Lesson.
JOHNNY reached for his pistol,
bat before his hand was fairly
on the butt Randall had thrust
the muzzle of a small revolver
beneath his nose. His pale blue eyes
had lit with concentration, his bleach
ed eyebrows were drawn together.
For an instant the thought flashed
across my mind that this was a gen
uine holdup, and I am sure Johnny
Randall Had Thrust the Muzzle of *
Small Revolver Beneath His Nosa.
caught the same suspicion, for his fig
ure stiffened. Then Randall dropped
his hand.
"Very pretty," said Johnny coolly.
"How did you do that? I didn't catch
your motion."
"From the sleeve," said Randall.
"It's difficult, but It's pretty, as you
say, and If you learn to draw from the
sleeve I'll guarantee you'll get the
draw on your man every time."
"Show me," said Johnny simply.
"That gun of yours is too big. It's
a holster weapon. Here, take this." .
He handed Johnny a beautifully bal
anced small revolver, engraved and
illver plated, with polished rosewood i
nandle. This he showed Johnny how ;
to stow away in the sleeve, how to
arrange It, how to grasp It and the ex
act motion fti snatching It away.
"It takes practice, lots of It and then
more of it," said Randall. "It's worse
than useless unless you get It Just
right If you made a mistake at the
wrong time the other man would get
you sure."
"Where can I get one of these?" ask
ed Johnny.
"Good!" Randall approved his deci
sion. "You see the necessity. You
can't. But a derringer is about as
good, and Jones has them for sale.
Now as for your holster gun. The
whole trick of quick drawing is to
throw your right shoulder forward ond
drag the gun from holster with one
Xorward sweep. Don't lift It up and
out This way." He snapped his hand
past his lilp and brought It away
armed.
"Pretty," repeated Johnny.
"Don't waste much powder and boll
shooting at a mark," advised Randall.
"It looks nice to cut out the ace of
tiearts at ten yards, but It doesn't mean
much. If you can shoot at all you can
shoot straight enough to fc!t a man at
close range. Practice the draw." He
turned to me. "You'd better practice
too. Every man's got to take care of
himself these days. But you're not
due for trouble same as your friend is."
"I'm obliged to you," said Johnny.
"You are not. Now it's up to you.
I Judged you didn't know conditions
Uere, and I thought It only light to
warn you. There's lots of good fel
lows In this camp, and some of the
hard cases are a pretty good sort. Just
keep organized; that's all."
"Now, I wonder who Danny Randall
Is?" speculated Johnny after our vis
itor had departed. "He talked as
though we ought to know all about it
I'm going to find out from the first fel
low I get acquainted with."
Next morning we asked the Morenas
who was Danny Randall.
"El dlabolo," replied Morena shortly
and trudged obstinately away to his
work without vouchsafing further In
formation.
"Which is interesting, but indefinite,"
said Johnny.
The rest of the day and of several
days following we spent In putting up
our tent, ditching it, arranging our
cooking affairs, building rough seats
and generally making -ourselves com
fortable. Wo stretched these things
to cover as long a space of time as
possible, for we secretly dreadfd fac
ing the resumption of the old grind |
and postponed it as long as we could.
A good deal of the time we spent at
Yank's bedside, generally sitting silent
aud constrained, to the mutual discom
fort. of all 'three of us, I am sure. At
orld intervals we practiced conscien
tiously and solemnly at the "draw."
We would stand facing each other, the
nipples of our revolvers uncapped, and
would at the given word see who could
cover the other first. We took turns
at glvingthe word. At first we were
7
not far apart, but Johnny quickly pass
ed me in skill. lam always somewhat
clumsy, but my friend was naturally
quick and keen at all games of skill OP
dexterity. He was the sort of man
who could bowl or play pool or bil
liards or anything else rather better
than the average accustomed player
the first time he tried. He turned card
tricks deftly. At the end of our three
days' loafing he caught me at the end
of his pistol so regularly that there
ceased to be any contest in it. I never
did get the sleeve trick; but, then, I
never succeeded in fooling the merest
infant with any of my attempts at
legerdemain. Johnny could flip that
little derringer out with a twist of his
supple wrist as neatly as a snake darts
its forked tongue. For ten minutes at
a time he practiced It, over and over,
as regularly as well oiled machinery.
"But that proves nothing as to how
it would work out in real action," said
Johnny thoughtfully.
The afternoon of the third day while
wo were resting from the heat beneath
the shade of our tree we were ap
proached by three men.
"Howdy, boys?"' said the first "We
hain't seeu you around camp lately
and thought mebbe you'd flew."
"We are still here," replied Johnny,
with smooth politeness. "As you see,
we have been fixing our quarters to
stay here."
"Scarface Charley Is here, too," ob
served the spokesman, "and he want
ed me to tell you that he Is going to
be at the Bella Union at 8 this evenln",
and he wants to know will he see you,
and to come heeled."
"Thank you, gentlemen," replied
Johnny quietly. "If by accident you
should happen to see the desperado in
question—who, I assume, can be In no
way your friend—l hope you will tell
him that I, too, will be at the Bella
Union at 8 o'clock, and that I will
come heeled."
"You'll be comin' alone," said the
man, "or p'rliaps yore friend"—
"My friend, as you cull him, is sim
ply a miner and has nothing to do with
this," interrupted Johnny emphatically.
"I thank you, sir," said the spokes
j man, rising.
The other two, who had throughout
said no word, followed his example.
"Do you know Danny Randall ?" said
Johnny as they moved off.
If he had presented his derringer un
der their noses they could not have
stopped more suddenly. They stared
at each other a moment..
(To Be Continued)
HIS COLD GOES
OVER NIGHT WITH
NEW TREATMENT
Pottstown Father Uses One Appli<
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POTTTOWN. PENNO.
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"My little boy took sick ono night
very suddenly with a heavy cold,
to we applied your salve on his
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It is a fact that most colds aro re
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I covering with a warm flannel cloth.
This preparation works in two ways—
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which are inhaled In the form of va
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