fgr^fer&jgiv<H>d cdl iKe R&rgJby fIPH i The Four of Hearts |! i A Serial of Youtk nnd Homnnit I By Ylrsrtnta Van De Wator ! CHAPTER LVI rOopyright. 1918, Star Company) | Cynthia Long's father had often told her that the prospect of an or- j deal was always more terrifying than the actual facing of it. The girl re- , called this statement now as she | "greeted Gerald Stewart in the li- t biary. Her heart had beatfen fast as she j descended the stairs from Dora - .-' room. Now she felt strangely calm. The man held out his hands to her, and she laid hers in his grasp. Hut she did not raise her face for his accustomed kiss. Heretofore she had felt it her duty to do this. "1 am glad to have a chance to talk to you alone. Gerald." she said Uncle and aunt are out; Dora has gone to bed with a headache." "She is not ill. is she?" The nuery was so anxious that Cynthia was surprised. "No. indeed." she replied. "She is tired—and worried." "I am sorry." he said in a low He did not ask what Pora was worried about. Cynthia noticed. Per haps he considered it none of his business. She closed the door before sitting down. "I want to be sure that our conversation is not overheard," she explained. Her companion looked at her in quiringly. There was an uneasy ex pression on his face, as if he were , afraid that she was .going to ques-' tion him. "I want to talk to you about my- j self," she began, "and I must ask you to he very patient with me and t'> believe that I am saying that which is painful to me, but which 1 must say because my consicence tells me I must."' (iernld Is I'ntlent He bowed without speaking. Ho had seated himself in a Morris chair near her. and now rested his head on his hand, shading his eyes from the light. With her subjective mind, j Cynthia wondered why he need pro , teet his eyes from such a softened glow as that shed by the shaded lamps. Yet she was glad that she ' need not meet his direct gaze. "You know." she said, "how I hap pened to come to live here —so I will not go into all that. Suffice it to say that I had no home. 1 learned that I had not enough money ; ever to establish my own home. 1 ' was lonely; I was unhappy. You were kind to me. My aunt told me j of your unhappiness and loneliness, j That awakened my sympathies for • v ou. It was pleasant to have your friendship—for you understood how j felt. Then —Aunt Amanda told me that you cared for me." The man started slightly, but did not speak. "You were very good to me," 1 Why worry about the high price oi butter, lard and olive oil—Use Mazola, the oil from Corn, for cooking. and salad dressings TWTAZOLA, the pure oil from Indian Corn, enables you to make IYA better, tastier pastries, fried and sauted dishes and salad dressings than you ever did before- with vastly more economy. 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Bringing Up Father *•* Copyright, 1918, International News Service *•' By McManus I OH'.IM .'K) 4LMS TOO'RE HOMF it'S FIIMM-V jugg.-- £0 OOVII IN THE OH'. EXCUSE HOW HOME EARLY-£H?L-> | <IT E*RLX->'M A'WFULL-y AFRMO- . V/HERE BgB CELLAR. AtSO SEE J ME * HAVE VOO * DO YOU V/HWti THE MATTER • > 1 FOR I WD I NEVER iEE A coPi keep ggag IF EVERY THIN<, a I'LL CO ALL MOVED "THE DO* MR (Sb'.ly IS DINTY'ta CLOSED? I r~ > 1 S ° Cynthia continued. "I felt like an alien here, in spite of Dora's affec-' tion for me. I feared to become a burden. When you asked me to mar ry you. 1 said I would." How was she to go on with the recital? She grasped the arms of her chair tightly and spoke rapidly. "Gerald. I had no right to accept your low, for I did not return it. I • annot marry you—for I do not love you. Oh:"—pressing her hands to her eyes—"it is dreadful to have waited until now to say this. I thought I could continue the decep tion. But. Gerald, I cannot!" Her hands were still pressed to her eyes. She was afraid to look up. She heard the man rise. A second later he was bending over her. "Cynthia, dear child," he was say ing. "don't accuse yourself like this! We will always be friends." "That is not enough." she mur mured. "We should not marry for that. Oh. Gerald —I believe in love." Anl the Man Agree* "I believe in it. too," the man said. There was no sound of pain in his full, rich tones. "Cynthia, look at me. Let me tell you how right I think you are." An idea smote her. as if a brilliant !ight was suddenly flashed upon a subject that had been obscure until now. She dropped her hands from her eyes and sprang to her feet, facing him as he stood smiline down at her. very kind and compassionate, but not sad. "Gerald!" she exclaimed breathless ly. "Why, Gerald—you are not in love with me!" He caught her hands in his. "But .1 want you as a friend, dear." he' ] said, his voice quivering with feel- j ; ing. "Oh, Cynthia, we have come [ near doing a great wrong, dear." "Sit down." she ordered imperi- j ously, "and tell me about it." He told her as gently as he could I of sundry conversations he had had with Mrs. Livingstone. Although he ; tried to accuse himself of having misunderstood the matron, his listen er knew that chivalry prompted ' this. An hour passed, and still they | talked on. At last Cynthia spoke out : j her conviction. "Aunt Amanda determined to make ' this match, and she almost did it. i Now—we have to break the news to I her that we have changed her plans. Oh. Gerald—the thought of it fright ens me! Think of that double wed- , ding! . Oh, what have we done? What an awful mess! What will 1 they say?" "What can they say?" he began. "Wait," she checked him. "per- . , haps. Oh, dare I tell you? Perhapl —Gerald—there won't be even a sin- j 1 gle wedding!" < "What do you mean?" he demand- | t | ed, paling suddenly, t "I can't tell you!" she said. "No, don't ask nie! Now please go home. ! I must go upstairs and talk to Dora."' i "You are sure she is not really j i ill?" he asked again, as she stood up. ; "Sure. Gerald." "Can't you talk to me three min- i utes more, Cynthia, just to explain?" j "No, I cannot!" she insisted. And, although he begged her to , let him understand her strange hint, ' j she ordered him to go home at once, i j and he had no choice but to obey, j t i (To Be Continued I "Outwitting the Hun" By Lieutenant Pat O'Brien (Copyright, 1918, by Pat Alva O'Brien.) I went on dig --iir-:. When tin- t> > - ! \ tal distance between j i'the bottom of the 1 MK Mt f i hole 1 had dug was \ f. .j thirty inches, I - i took hold of the "• ground wire and . 3 pulled on it with all my strength. It wouldn't budge. It was stretched taut across the nar row dltoh I had dug—about four teen inches wide—and all my tug ging didn't serve to loosen it. I was just about to give it up in despair when a staple gave away in the nearest post. This enabled me to pull the wire through the ground a little and I renewed my efforts. After a moment or two pulling as I had never pulled in my life before, a staple on the next post gave away, and my work be came easier. I had more leeway now and pultfco again until, in all, eight staples had given way. Two Inches From Instant Death Every time a staple gave way it sounded In my ears like the report of a gun, although I supposed it didn't really make very much noise. Nevertheless, each time I would put my ear to the ground to listen for the guard. If I heard him 1 would stop working and lie perfectly still in the dark till he had gone by. By pulling on the wire I was now able to drag it through the ground enough to place It back from the fence and go on digging. The deeper I went the harder be came the work, because by this time my finger nails were broken and I was nervous—afraid every moment that I would touch the charged wire. I kept at it. however, with my mind constantly on the hole I was i digging and the liberty which was j almost within my reach. Finally 1 figured that I had enough ' space to crawl through and still I leave a couple of inches between I my back and the live wire. Before I went under that wire I noticed that the lace which the Bel gian woman had given me as a sou- I venior made my pocket bulge, and ' lost it might l>e the innocent means of electrocuting me by touching the live wire, I took it out. rolled it up and threw it over the barrier first. Then I lay down on my stomach and crawled or rather writher under the wire like a shake, with my feet first, and there wasn't any question of my hugging mother earth as closely as possible, because I real ized that even to touch the wire above me me with my back meant instant death. Anxious as T was to get on the other side, 1 didn't hurry this oper ation. I feared that there might be some little detail that I had over looked and I exercised the greatest possible care in going uiyier, taking nothing for granted. Kneels and Thanks God When I finally got through and straightened up, there was still several feet of Belgium between me and liberty, represented by the six feet which separated the electric barrier from the last barbed wire fence, but before I went another step I went down on my knees and thanked God for my long series of escapes and especially for this last achievement, which seemed to me to bring me freedom. Then I crawled under the barbed retrieved the lace and onche again wire fence and breathed the tree air of Holland. I haa no clear idea jus' where I was and I didn't much caie. I was out of the power of the Germans and that was enough. I had walked perhaps a hundred yards, when I remembered the lace I had thrown over the barrier, and dangerous as I realized the under taking to be; I determined to walk back and get it. 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When I came to the spot at which j I had made my way under the barbed wire, I put my ear to the j ground and listened for the sentry, j 1 heard him coming and lay prone i on the ground till he had passed. } The fact that he might observe the | hole in the ground or the ladder 1 occurred to me as 1 lay there, and j it seemed like an age before he final ly marched out of earshot. Then 1 i went under the barbed wire again, retrieved the lace and once agin made my way to Dutch territory. It does not take long to describe the events just referred to, but the incidents themselves consumed sev eral hours in all. To dig the hole must have taken me more than two hours and I had to stop frequently j to hide while the sentry passed. Many times, indeed, I thought I j heard him coming and stopped my' work and then discovered that it was only my imagination. J cer tainly suffered enough that night to last me a lifetime. With a German guard on one side, death from elec trocution on the other, and starva tion staring me in the face, my plight was anything but a comfort able one. It was the 19th of November, 1917, when I got through the wire. 1 had made my leap from the train on September 9th. Altogether, therefore, just seventy-two days had elapsed since 1 escaped from the Huns. If 1 live to be as old as Methusaleh, I never expect to live through another seventy-two days to crammed full of incident and ha zard and lucky escapes. CHAPTER XVIII Experiences in Holland But I was not quite out of the woods. 1 now knew that 1 was in Holland, but just where 1 had no idea. I walked for about thirty min utes and came to a path leading to the right, and I had proceeded along it but a few hundred yards when i saw in front of me a fence exactly like the one I had crossed. "This is funny," I said to myself, j "I didn't know the Dutch had a i fence, too." I advanced to tne ft.nee and examined it closely, and judge of my astonishment when I [ saw beyond it a nine-foot fence j apparently holding live wires ex actly like the one which had nearly | been the death of me! j X had very little time to conjecture l I ; what it all meant, for just then 1 | heard a guard coming. He was walking so fast that 1 was sure it | j was a Dutch sentry, as the Huns I walk much slower. 1 was so bewildered, however, that I I decided to take no chances, and as | this road was fairly good I wandere I ; down it and away from that mys terious fence. About half a mile down I could see the light of a ,s-?n --try Mat'on and 1 thought I would go ilicie and tell my story to the sentries, realizing th;t a 1 was un ! armed it was perfectly safe for mo to anroi-nce myself to the Dutch authorities. I could be interned only if I entered Holland under armb. As 1 approached the sentry box 1 noticed three men in gray uniforms, the legulation Dutch color. I tn the verge of shouting to thein when the thought struck me that there was just a chance I might be mi-Ui'Kcn, as the German uniforms were the same color, and I had suf fcred too many privations .and too many narrow escapes to lose all at this time by jumping to conclusions. Hears "Halt!" Once More I had just turned off the road to go hack into some bushes when out of the darkness I heard that dread German command. • Halt! Halt!" He didn't need to holler twice. I heard and heeded the first time. Then I heard another man come running up. and there .was consid erable talking, but whether they were Germans or Hollanders I was still uncertain. He evidently thought some one was on the other side of the fence. Finally I heard one of them laugh and saw him walk back to the sentry station where the guard was billeted, and I crawled a little nearer to try to make out just what it all meant. I had begun to think it was all a nightmare. Between myself and the light in the sentry station. 1 then noticed the stooping figure of a man bend ing over as if to conceal himself and on his head was the spiked helmet of a,German soldier! I knew then what another narrow escape I had had. for I am quite sure he would have shot me without j ceremony if I had foolishly made myself known. 1 would have been buried at once and no one would have been any wiser, even though, technically speaking, I was on neu tral territory and immune from cap ture on attack. This new shock only served to be wilder me the more. I was com pletely lost. There seemed to be frontier behind me and frontier In front of me. Evidently, however, what had happened was that I had lost my sense of direction and had wandered in the arc of a circle, re- 1 turning to the same fence that I ' had been so long in getting through. ' This solution of the mystery came to me suddenly and 1 at once ! searched the landscape for some- ] thing in the way of a landmark to 1 guide me. For once my faithful | friend, the North Star, had failed 1 me. The sky was pitch dark and ! there wasn't a star in the heavens. | In the distance, at about what \ appeared to be about three miles 1 away, but which turned #*at to be ! six, 1 could discern the lights of a ; village, and 1 knew it must be a Dutch village, as lights are not al lowed in Belgium in that Indiscrim inate way. My course was now clear, I would make a beeline for that village. Be fore 1 had gone very far 1 found myself in a marsh or swamp and I turned back a little, hoping to find a j better path. Finding none, 1 re traced my steps and kept straight ! ahead, determined to reach that vil- i lage at all costs and to swerve neith- i er to the right or left until 1 got i there. One moment I would be in water up to my knees and the next I would sink in mud clear up to my waist. I paid rio attention to my condition, it was merely a repetition | of what I had gone through many I times before, but this time I had i a definite goal and once I reached it I knew my troubles would be over. Three Hours in a Stvamp It took me perhaps three hours to reach firm ground. The path I struck led to within half a mile of . the village. I shall never forget that ] path; It was almost as welcome to ' my feet as the opposite bank of the Meuse had seemed. The first habitation I came to was a little workshop with a bright light shining outside. It must have been after midnight, but the people in side were apparently just quitting I work. There were three men and two boys engaged in making wooden shoes. It wasn't necessary for me to ex plain to them that I was a refugee, even if I had been able to speak their language. 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