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"The Insider"
By Virginia Terhune Van de Water
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CHAPTER XII
(Copyright, 1917, Star Company.
"How is Mrs. Gore this morning?"
I asked Julia the next day. It was
Sunday. Mr. Norton had been out late
last night, and was not breakfasting
at the same hour with Grace and me.
"She'll not be getting up to-day at
all, I'm thinking," replied tlje maid.
"Maggie was telling me Mrs. Gore
was very bad last evening, and that
she had quite a spell of crying."
"Never mind!" I said, glancing at
Grace, who was listening with wide
eyes to these remarks.
"Why did she cry?" the child
asked wonderingly.
"Never mind, dear," I repeated.
"We will talk of that at some other
time. Eat your breakfast now."
But though I strove to change the
trend of her thoughts, 1 could see
that she was still pondering upon
■Tulia's remarks. Were the maids al
lowed, I mused, to talk of their mis
tress's moods and peculiarities in the
presence of this sensitive little crea
ture?
"Why did Auntie cry?" Grace per
sisted, when we were again in* the
nursery together. "Sometimes when
1 play with little girls 1 cry and
■ cry."
"That is very foolishj" I said.
"With Auntie it is different, for she
is ill and cannot go out of doors and
get lots of sunshine and fun as you
can. It must have been • before you
were such a big girl as you are now
that you cried like that. I am sure
you will never do it again."
"I don't think 1 will," she assured
me. Then: "Auntie's not crying now
—is she?"
She returned so persistently to
1 liia subject that I decided it would
lie well for her t?> see her aunt, and
when I suggested this she assented
readily. So, leaving her for a mo
ment, I went down to Mrs. Gore's
room and knocked on the door. A
weak voice bade me "Come in."
The invalid was still in bed, but it
Mas evident that her mood had un
dergone a change since our interview
of twenty-four hours ago. She smiled
wanly.
A I'olltc Offer
"Good morning,'" she murmured.
"I am alone, as 1 have let Maggie go
to church."
"Can I do anything for you dur
ing her absence?" I asked.
"Oh, no, I thank you," she Veplicd.
"Maggie did all that I needed be
fore she went out. lam glad you
came in, for I wanted to ask about
Grace. How is she?"
"Very well," I answered, "but she
is questioning me so much about you
that I think it will make her happy
to see you—that she will then- stop
worrying about you."
"She is worrying about me?" she
repeated with pathetic eagerness.
"Yes," I said, "she is."
Why should I tell her that Julia
had started the child's thoughts in
an unfortunate direction?
"Let her come down here," she
"Don't you think" 1 began,
then hesitated, actually afraid to
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SATURDAY EVENING,
I make the suggestion that trembled
! on my lips.
"What were you going to say?" she
queried.
"Only that perhaps it might be a
little more cheerful for Grace if the
shades were up so that she could see
you plainly."
"Yes, it might be better," she
agreed. "I remember," plaintively,
"that my little girl objected to com
ing in' here yesterday beeauso the
room was dark. It hurt mo'through
and through that she cared so little
for me."
"Children all shrink from Illness
and darkened rooms," I remarket!
lightly.
I would not touch on any danger
ous topic again. If we were to have
smooth sailing it must bo in shallow
waters.
When, in reply to my summons,
Grace came down, her aunt's room
was light. Tlio air was still heavy,
but 1 did not dare suggest opening
a window for even a few inches.
The child kissed her aunt and
looked at her gravely.
"Why did you cry last night?"
she interrogated.
"Who told you I cried last night?"
Mrs. Gore demanded, glancing sus
piciously at me.
Ail Explanation
"Julia told me," the little girl said
promptly. "Maggie told her. Why did
you cry?"
"Because I was unhappy," the
aunt said. "When you are ray age,
darling, 1 hope you will have less to
make you unhappy than I have. Yet
I/must not complain, for I have a
great many comforts in your father's
beautiful home."
The child's mouth dropped into
sad, uncliildlike lines, and I hastened
to change the subject.
"Grace, suppose you and I go to
church this morning," I proposed.
"Would you like that, darling?"
"Oh, yes," she declared. "I'd love
it. I don't go to church hardly ever."
"Do you object to her going, Mrs.
Gore?" I asked. "It's a perfect
day."
"Why, no," the widow remarked,
"not if her father said you could take
her."
"T have not seen him to-day," 1
informed her. "I fancy he is still
in his room. But it just occurred to
me that Grace might, like to hear the
music and see the people."
"All right," Mrs. Gore assented.
"I would not venture to advise
against it .without consulting Mr.
Norton. I never get to church; my
brother seldom goes; I do not care
to have Ihe maids take Grace with
them. So she knows little of
church."
I wondered if this woman would,
prefer that I keep her niece at home
—vet 3iirely my first duty was to the
child.
"It is time we were getting ready,"
I remarked practically. "Tell Auntie
good-by, Grace, dear, and we will
get oft at once."
When the child kissed her, and
ran happily from the room, Mrs.
Gore drew a long sigh of regret or
self-pity. But I j>retended not to
hear it.
(To Be Continued.)
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(Continued.)
"Where Is Dejah Thoris?" I cried
to the thing within my hands.
Tor n moment her eyes roved wildly
about the scene beneath her. I think
that it took a moment for the true
condition to make nn.v impression upon
her—she could not at first realize that
the temple had fallen beforo the as
sault of men of the outer world.
When she did there must have come,
too, a terrible realization of what it
meant to her—the loss "of power, ha*
miliatlon, the exposure of the fraud
and Imposture which she had for so
long played upon her own people.
Tbere was just one thing needed to
complete the reality of (he picture she
was seeing, and that was added by ths
highest noble of her re&lm—the high
priest of her religion—the prime min
ister of her government.
"Issus, goddess of death and cf life
eternal," he cried, "rise in the might
OL' they righteous wrath and with one
single wave of thy omnipotent hand
strike dead the blasphemers! Let not
one escape. -y
! "Issus, thy people depend upon thee.
Daughter of the lesser moon, thou
only art all powerful. Thou only
canst save thy people. I am done.
We await thy will. Strike!"
And then it was that she went mad.
A screaming, gibbering maniac writh
ed in my grasp. It bit and clawed and
scratched In impotent fury. And then
it laughed a weird and terrible laugh
ter that froze the blood.
CHAPTER XVI.
Th Burning Temple.
mllE slave girls upon the dais
shrieked and cowered away.
And the thing Jumped at them
and gnashed its teeth.
Finally I shook the thing, hoping tc
recall it for a moment to rationality.
"Where is Dejah Thoris?" I cried.
The awful creature In my grasp
mumbled inarticulately for a moment,
then a sudden gleam of cunning shot
Into those hideous, close set eyes.
"Dejah Thoris'i, Dejah Thoris?" and
then that shrill, unearthly laugh
pierced our ears once more. "Yes, D&-
jah Thoris, I know. And Thuvia also.
They each love John Carter. Ha-ah—
but it is droll.
"Together for a year th#y will medi
tate within the temple (gf the Sun, but
ere the year is quite gol%* there will be
no more food for them. Ha-ah! What
divine entertainment!" and she licked
the froth from her cruel lips. "There
will be no more food—except each
other. Ha-ah! Ha-ah!"
The horror of-the suggestion nearly
paralyzed me. To this awful fate the
creature within my power had con
demned my princess. I trembled in the
ferocity of my rage.
As a terrier shnkes a rat I shook Is
sus, Goddess of tife Eternal.
"Countermand your orders!" I cried.
"Recall the condemned. Haste or you
die!"
"It is too late. Ha-ah! Ha-ah!"
She again commenced her gibbering
and shrieking.
Almost of its own volition my dag
ger flew up above that wicked heart.
But something stayed my hand, and I
am glad now that it did. It is a ter
rible thing to have struck down a wo
man witlrone's own hand. But a fitter
fate occurred to me for this false deity.
"Black Pirates," I cried, turning to
those who stood within the chamber,
"you have seen today the lmpotency of
Issus—the gods are omnipotent. Issus
4s no god. She is a cruel and wicked
old woman, who has deceived and
played upon you for ages. Take her.
John Carter, prince of Helium, would
not contaminate his hand with hei
blood."
With that I pushed the raving beast,
whom a short half hour before a
whole world had worshiped as divine,
from the platform of her throne into
the waiting clutches of her betrayed
and vengeful people.
Spying Carthoris among the officers
of the red men, I called to him to lead
me quickly to the temple of the Sun,
and without waiting to learn what fate
the Black IMrates would wreak upon
their goddess I rushed from the cham
ber with Carthoris, Hor Vastus, Kan
tos Kan and a score of other red
nobles.
Carthoris led us rapidly through the
Inner chambers of the temple until we
stood within the central court, a great
circular space paved with a transpar
ent marble of exquisite whiteness. Be
fore us rose a golden temple wrought
In the most wondrous and fanciful de
signs, inlaid with diamond, ruby, sap
phire, turquoise, emerald and the
thousand nameless gems of Mars,
which far transcend In loveliness and
purity of ray the most priceless stones
of earth. '
"This wn.r," cried Carthoris, leading
us toward the entrance to a funnel,
which opened in the courtyard beside
the temple.
As we were on (he point of descend
ing we heard a deep toned roar burst
from the temple of Issus, which we
had but just quitted, and then a red
man, DJor Kantas, padwar of the
fifth utan, broke from a nearby gate,
crying to us to return.
"The blacks have fired the temple,"
he cried. "In a thousand places It 1*
burning now. Ilaste to the outer gar
den or you are lost."
j As ho spoke we saw smoke pouring
from a dozen windows looking out
upon the courtyard of the temple of
the Sun, and far above the highest
minaret of Issus hung an ever growing
pall of smoke.
"Go back, go back:" I cried to those
who had accompanied me. "The way.
Carthoris; point the way and leave
me! I shall reach my princess yet."
"Follow me, John Carter," replied
Carthoris, and without waiting v for mj
reply he daslwsd dowrt^into the tunne!
at our feet.
At his heels I ran down through j
half dozen tiers of galleries until ai
last he led me along a level floor at th<
end of which 1 discerned a lightec
chamber.
Massive bars blocked our furthei
| progress, but beyond I saw her—my in-
I comparable princess, and with Iter wat
Thuvia. When she sow me she rushed
toward the bars that separated us. Al
ready the chamber had turned upon its
slow way so far that but a portion of
the opening in the temple wall was op
posite the barred end of the corridor.
Slowly the interval was closing. In a
short time there would be but a tiny
crack, and then that even would be
closed, and for a long Barsoomlan year
the chamber would slowly revolve un
til once more for a brief day the aper
ture in its walls would pass the corri
dor's end.
But in the meantime what horrible
things would go on within that cham
ber!
I stood and talked with Dejah Thorls,
and she stretched her dear hand
through those cruel bars, that I might
hold it until the last moment.
Thuvia came close also, but when she
saw that we would be alone she with
drew to the farther side of the cham
ber.
For a few minutes we stood thus,
talking In low tones. Ever smaller and
smaller grew the opening. In a short
time now It would bo too small even
to permit me to see the slender form of
my princess.
Above we could hear tlie faint echoes
of a groat tumult. It v?as the multi
tude of blacks and reds and green men
fighting their way through the fire
from the burning temple of Issus. A
draft from above brought the fumes
of smoke to our nostrils.
Presently we heard shouting at the
far end of the corridor and hurrying
feet.
"Come back, John Carter; come
back!" cried a voice. "ETen the pits
are burning,"
In u moment a dozen men broke
through the now blinding smoke to my
side. There were Carthoris and Kantos
Ivan and Hor Vastus, with a few more
who had followed me to the temple
court.
"I shall remain here beside my prin
cess until a merciful death releases
me from my Anguish," I declared. "I
care not to live."
Dejah Thoris stood as closely to the
crack as she could, whispering words
of hope and courage to mo and urging
me to save myself.
The smoke cleared away, and we
stood gazing upon a blank wall. The
last crevice had closed.
They urged me to leave.
"In a moment It will be too late,"
cried Kantos Kan. "There Is, In fact,
but a bare chance that we can get
through to the outer garden alive,
even now. I have ordered the pumps
started, and In five minutes the pits
will be flooded. If we would not drown
like rats in a trap we must hasten
above and make a dash for safety
through the burning temple."
"Go," I* urged them. "Let me'die
here beside my princess. There is no
hope or happiness elsewhere for me.
When they carry her dead body from
that terrible place a year hence let
them find the body of her lord await
ing her."
Of what happened after that I have
only a confused recollection. It seems
as though I struggled with many men
and then that I was picked bodily
from tho ground and borne away.
I do not know.
THS END.
PI/AY BY SENIOR CLASS
New Cumberland, Pa.. March JO.
"At the End of the Itatnbow," is tho
title of a play to be given by the senior
class of the New Cumberland high
Bchool in the Independent American
Hall on March 25 and 26.
PARENTS MUST
EARN RESPECT
Have to Give Children Benefit
of Experience Without
Force
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
I wonder how many boys and girls
to-day have the blessed feeling that
their very best friends are father and
mother! ,
Not every parent oan give his chil
dren a heritage of wealth and social
standing. Children have not the right
to expect that—but the thing to which
they have an absolute right is the feel
ing of friendly understanding.
Parents have to earn respect and
deserve conlidence. In this practical
"show me" age they do not get it
otherwise.
Life sweeps on very rapidly nowa
days. The son of the uneducated im
migrant is the college professor of to
morrow, and the daughter of the il
literate scrubwoman is the great urima
donna of the future. Life would not
be worth much if each generation were
riot producing individuals #f higher
type than those of the last generation.
The child is inferior to his parents
in just one thing—experience.
Parents have to give children the
benefit of their experience without
forcing it upon them. The younger
generation is groping toward knowl
edge. You might tell a baby one hun
dred times that fire burns, but for real
vivid knowledge on the subject noth
ing impresses that baby so vividly as
a poor little blistered finger which fol
lows a tour of discovery right into the
flame of a match. The older genera
tion can save the generation
a great deal of actual experience of
how fire burns if it guides Very clever
ly—very tactfully!
Each orfo of us is embarked in a
little boat of our own pepa6nality
which has to go down the stream of
life. The most loving parent in all the
world cannot get into his child's skiff
and show him how to guide it. The
parents who tie heavy ropes to the
boats of their children's personality
and try to draw them upstream are
cruel, and they have no right to be
surprised when the children lean out
wilfully and cut the ropes.
The parents tf-ho reach out with
their oars and try to push the chil
dren's barks into thiy havens seldom
succeed. The little boats drift into
ports they never wanted to make and,
resting discontentedly for a time, drift
out again.
The successful parent is the one
who shows his children how to steer
themselves.
Suppose a father finds that his
daughter is interested in a boy whom
his mature judgment decides to be ut
terly unworthy. If he says to the
#irl: "I forbid you to see that boy
again," he arouses natural antagon
ism. Instinctively the girl resents her
father's criticism of her choice of
friends and feels that it is a criticism
of herself. Instinctively, too, her loy
ally flames up in defense of the friend
whom she feels is not being given a
fair chance.
Suppose, on the other hand, the
father sits down quietly with his
daughter and says: "Helen, I don't
quite understand your liking for Joe
Brady. Perhaps T am doing the boy
an injustice. Will you tell me what
you see in him?" Helen can do no
less than respond to this equal to equal
attitude on the part of her father, and
her sense of fairness makes her give
him a hearing when he tells her what
he does not like in Joe Brady. She
has no right to resent this attitude,
which really has been a compliment to
lier, and she naturally tests Joe along
I the line of her father's objections to
' him.
Perhaps she does hope to find errors
in her father's judgment, but she feels
instinctively that he is fair and sqyiare
and that she too must be fair and
square and confess if Joe proves un
worthy.
There is nothing undignified in talk
ing matters over quietly with your
children. They are individuals with
tastes and desires. They have a right
to a hearing, and far from forfeiting
their respect if you give them fair
play,you win their absolute confidence
and esteem.
The parent who forbids without
explaining the reasons for his attitude
arouses ugly emotions, ranging from
stubborn antagonism to a sneaking de
termination to do It anyhow. All forms
of tyranny in government have gone
out, and ruthless commancls do not
appeal to the younger generation.
No whit of respect or dignity is sac
rificed by the mother or father who
says quietly: "These are the reasons
why I disapprove of that course, and
T know that when you understand
them you will agree with me."
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"Well," said Johnny seriously, "I
wanted to Ret him close to me. If I
had shown him that I'd seen him when
he first came In the door he'd have
opened fire at once. And I'm a rotten
shot. But I figured that It' he thought
I didn't see him lie'd come across the
room to me."
"But he nearly got you by surprise."
"Oh, 110," said Johnny; "I saw him
all the time. I got his reflection from
the glass over that picture of the beau
tiful lady sitting on the whisky bar
rel. That's "why I picked out that ta
ble."
"My son," cried Danny Randall de
lightedly, "you're a true sport. You've
got a head, you have!"
"Well," said Johnny, "I figured I'd
have to do something; I'm such a rot
ten shot."
We slept late the following rooming
and awoke tired. as though we had
been on n long journey.
"Now," said Johnny when our after
breakfast pipes had beeu lit, "we've
got to get together. There's one im
portant question before the house—
I who and what Is Danny Randall?"
"I agree with you there," said I
heartily.
Wo separated until noon. Johnny re
turned promptly at 12.
"As to Danny Randall," he began at
once, "origin lost in mists of obscurity.
First known in this country as a guide
to a party of overland immigrants be
fore the gold discovery. One of the
original Bear Flagrevolutlonlsta. Mem
ber of Fremont's raiders in the south.
Showed lip again at Sonoma and head
ed a dozen forays after the horse
thieving Indians and half breeds in
the San Joaquin. Seems now to fol
low the mines. Guaranteed the best
shot with rifle or pistol in the state.
Guaranteed the best courage and the
quietest manners in the state. Very
eminent and square lu bis profession.
That's his entijp history."
"What Is his profession?" I asked.
"lie runs yie Bella Union."
"A gambler?" I cried, astonished.
"Just so, a square gambler."
I digested this in silence for a mo
ment.
"Did you discover anything for your
self?" I asked at last.
"Best job ever invented," said-John
ny triumphantly, "at three ounces a
day, and 1 can't beat that at your
beastly diggings."
"Yes?" I urged.
"I Invented it myself, too," went on
Johnny proudly. "You remember what
Randall or the doctor said about the
robberies and the bodies of the drown
ed men floating? Well, every man
carries his dust around in a belt be
cause he dare not do anything else
with it. I do myself, and so do you,
and you'll agree that it weighs like
the mischief. So I went to Randall
and I suggested that we start an ex
press service to get the stuff out to
bank with some good firm in San
Francisco. He fell In with the idea ill
a minute. My first notion was that
we take it right through to San Fran
cisco ourselves, but he says he can
make satisfactory arrangements to
send it in from Sacramento. That's
about sixty miles, and we'll call it a
daj's bard ride through this country,
with a change of horses. So now I'm
what you might call an express mes
senger—nt three good ounces a day."
"But you'll be killed and robbed!" I
cried.
Johnny's eyes were dancing.
"Think of-the fun!" said he.
"You're a rotten shot," I reminded
him.
"I'm to practice under Danny Ran
dall from now until the first trip."
"When Is that?"
"Do you think we'll advertise the
date? Of course I'd tell you, Jim, but
honestly I don't know yet."
CHAPTER XXII.
Tha Express Messenger.
II WEEK later Johnny rode up on
/\ a spirited and beautiful horse,
/\ proud as could be over his
mount.
He confided to me that it was on®
of the express horses, that the first
trip would be very soon and that if I
desired to send out my own savings I
could do so. I was glad to do this,
even though the rates were high, and
we easily persuaded Yank of the ad
visability. One of the express riders
was a slight dark yo*th whom I had
never seen before. In the other I was
surprised to recognise Old Hickory
Pine. He told me his people had
"squatted" not far from Sacramento,
but that he had come up into the
hills on summons by Danny Randall.
The fact impressed me anew as to
Randall's wide knowledge, for the
Pines 'had not been long In the coun
try.
The trip went through without inci
dent. Johnny returned four days lat
er nglow with the joy of that adven
turous ride through the dark. Rob
bers aside, I acknowledge I should not
have liked that job.
Tha first half doten Journeys were
1 iuore or less secret, so that the express!
service did not become known to thw
j general public. Then the news inevita- j
bly loaked out. Danny Randall there-1
upon openly received shipments and
gave receipts at the Bella Union. It
seemed to me only a matter of time
before the express me Vengers should
| be wayMd, for the treasure they car
ried wan worth any one's while. I
spoke to Randall about it one day.
"If Amijo or Murietta or Dick Teci*
pie were in this part of the country;
I'd agree with you," said he seriously,,
"but they are not, and there's nobody!
in this lot of cheap desperadoes around
here that has the nerve. Those three
boys have a big reputation as fighters,
their horses are good, they constantly
vary their route and their times of
starting, and Johnny in especial has a
foxy bead on him."
"The weak point Is the place they
change horses," said I.
Randall looked at me quickly, as
though surpnseu.
( "Why, that's true," said he "not a
doubt of it. But I've got five armed
men there to look after just that And
another thing you must remember—
they know that Danny Randall is run
ning this show."
Certainly, thought I, Danny 'nt least
appreciates himself. And yet after
all, I do not think lie In any way ex-,
aggerated the terror bis name Inspired.'
About this time a party of overland
immigrants, headed by a man named
Woodruff, were robbed of their cattle.
Johnny irud his men rounded up the
thieves, killing three and placing two
others, Carhart and Malone, under ar
rest. It was decided to try Our hart i
and Malone at a miners' meeting.
The meeting took place in the Bella
Union, and the place was crowded to
the doors. All the roughs in town were i
on hand, fully armed, swearing, swag
gering and brandishing their weapons.
They had much to say byway of
threat, for they did not hesitate to
show their sympathies. As I looked
, „ /
Thay Did Not Hesitate to Show Their
Sympathies.
upon their unexpected numbers and
listened to their wild talk I must con
fess that tay heart failed me. Though
they had not the advantage in num
bers, they knew each other, were pre-'
pared to work together, were, In gen
eral, desperately courageous and reck
less and imbued with the greatest con
fidence. The decent miners, on the
other band, were practically unknown
to each other and, while brave enough
and hardy enough, possessed neither
the recklessness nor desperation of the
others. I think our main weakness
sprang from the selfish detachment
that had prevented us from knowing
whom to trust. • i
(To Bo Continued)
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Greasy salves and ointments should
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for extra large size, get a bottle
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stops itching, and heals skin troubles,
also sores, burns, wounds and chafing.
It penetrates, cleanses and .soothes.
Zemo is a clean, dependable and inex
pensive, penetrating, antiseptic liquid.
Try it, as we believe nothing you have
ever used is as effective and satisfying.
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f GEORGE H. SOURBIER "s
FUNERAL DIRECTOR
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