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THE MEYERSDALE COMMERCIAL, MEYERSDALE, PA.
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Love
Insurance
‘By
FARL DERR BIGGERS
7
i Author cof
# SEVENKEYS TO BALDPATE
Copyright, 1914, the Bobbs-Merrill
Company
Em
At a corner a negro gave him a hand-
$l. He read:
WHO HAS KIDNAPED
THE REAL
LORD HARROWBY?
. AT THE OPERA HOUSE TONIGHT!
fr. Henry Trimmer Will Appear In Place
of His Unfortunate Friend, Lord Har-
rowby, and Will Make a Few
WARM AND SIZZLING
REMARKS!
NO ADVANCE IN PRICES.
Mr. Minot tossed the bill into the
street. Into his eyes came the ghost-
like semblance of a smile. After all
the famous Harrowby wedding had not
yet taken place. r
~The next day tie Gaiety girl left
town. Her cheerful mood was ex-
plained when Lord Harcourt, in great
.distress. told Minot that she had sold
fer love letters to ‘the ‘owner of the
“Hang it, T know he’s right,” he
groaned. “That's what makes me rave.
Why didn’t you let me punch him? It
would have been some satisfaction. Of
course he’s right. I had a hunch this
was a blackmailing sheet from the
moment my hot fingers closed on Gon-
zale’s money. But so long as nobody
told us, we were all right.”
He glared angrily at Minot.
“You—you killjoy,” he cried. “You
skeleton at the feast. You've put us in
a lovely fix.”
“Well, I'm sorry,” said Minot, “but
I don’t understand these heroics.’
“Its all up now, Harry,” moaned
O'Neill. “The free trial is over ard
we've got to send the mattress back
to the factory. Here in this hollow lotus
land, ever to live and lie reclined—I
was putting welcome on the mat for
us. That human fish over in the
Chronicle office ‘was a prophet—You
look unlucky—maybe they'll give you
jobs on the Mail,’ Remember.”
«Cool off, Bob,” Howe said. He
turned to Minot and Paddock. “Of
course you don’t understand. You
see, we're strangers here. Drifted in
last night broke and hungry, looking
for jobs. We got them—under rather
a fate like that. Back to the road for |.
men in ‘your places.”
«Save rour breath,” said O'Neill
thresh his teeth. -
“Your work has been ercellent—ex-
cellent,” went on Gonzale hastily. “I
feel I am not paying you enough. Stay
ar
unus—al cireumstanes. Things looked
suspic ous—the proprietor parted with
money without screaming for help, and
no regular newspaper is run like that.
But-—-when you're down and out. you
know” —
«1 understand.” said Minot. smiling.
«And I'm sorry 1 called you what I
did. 1 adologize. And I hate to be
a—er—a killjoy. But as a matter of
fact, your employer is a blackmailer.
and It's best you should know it.”
“Yes,” put in Paddock. “Do you
gentlemen happen to have heard where
the editor of Mr. Gonzale’s late news-
paper, published in Havana, is now ”»
Mail who threatened. to publish them
4f he wasn’t paid $10,000: -, Minét hunt-
_#d up Jack Paddock and told him the
whole story. of his mission in San
, ‘Marco. Together they went to the
_Mail office. 2
CHAPTER XI.
Hard Lines For Gonazale. a
'NETLL sat behind a desk, th
] ‘eneyclopedia before him) seek- |
f {ing lively: material for) the mor- |
: row’s issue. Mr. Howe ham-
mered at a typewriter. Both: of the
newspaper men looked up, at the intru-
Bion. te
«Ah, gentlemen,’ said O'Neill, com-
Ing forward. “What can I do for you?"
{ «Who are you?’ Minot asked.
«What? Can it De? Ts my namie not
& household word in San Marco? T am
managing editor ‘of thé: Mail.” His
&yes lighted on ‘Mr. Paddock’s
attire. “We can’t possibly let you give
a ball here tonight, if that's what you
want.”
“Very humorous,” said ‘Minot. “But
our wants are far different. I won't
beat around the bush. You Have some
a friend of mine
fetters here written. by
giddy
wWe-do not,” said O'Neil}, “but may
be you'll tell us.” ;
“1 will. He's In prison. doing ten
years for blagkmail. I understand that
Mr. Gonz: prefers to involve his
editors, rat. sp than himself.”
O'Neill came over and held out his
+hand to Minot.
“Shake, son,” he said. “Thank God
1 didn’t waste my strength on you.
'Gonzale will be in here in a minute.”
“About ' those letters?” Howe in-
quired. ' 7’
#Yes? ‘said Minot. “They were writ-
ten to a Gaiety actress by a man who
is in 'San Marco for his wedding next
Tuaesday—Lord Harrowby.” ; !
“His ludship again,” O’Neill remark-
ed. “Say, I always thought the south
was democratic.” ,
~ “well,” said Howe, “we owe you
fellows something for putting us
wise. We've stood for a good déal, but
fiever for blackmailing. As a matter of
in yet, but he’s due at any minute.
When he comes, take the letters away
from him. I shan’t interfere. How
about you, Bob?” ;
«IIL interfere,” said O'Neill, “and I'll
interfere strong, if I think you fellows
ain't leaving enough of little Manuel
for me to caress’— :
The door opened, and the immacu-
late proprietor of the Mail came noise:
lessly into the room. His eyes nar-
fact, Gonzile hasn't brought the letters |.
Minot and His Captive Slid Back and
' Forth Across the Fl
on with me until your week is up. ri
give you $100 each when you go. I
will give you my word ¥li ‘attempt
pothing dangerous while you are here.
He retreated farther from; O'Neill
“Wait a minute, Bob,” said Howe.
“No. blackmailing stunts while we
stay?’ :
“Well—I shouldn't call them that”—
“No blackmailing stunts?’
“No—I promise.” :
“Harry,” wailed the militant O'Neill
“What's the matter with you? ‘We
ought to thrash him—now—and”—
“%@o back on the toad?’ Howe in-
quired. “A hundred dollars each, Bob.
It means New York in a parlor car.”
“Then you will stay?" cried Gonzale.
“Yes, we'll stay,” said Howe firmly.
“See here"— pleaded O'Neill. “Oh,
what's. the use? This dolce fay niente
has got us.” 2
"We stay only on the terms you
name,” stipulatel Howe. = = :
“It 1s agreed,” said Gonzale, smiling
wanly. “The loss of those letters cost
me ‘a thousand dollars—and you stood
by. However, let us forgive and for-|
get. Here—Mme. On Dit’s copy for to-
porrow.” Timidly he held out a roll of
paper, toward O'Neill.
“Allright.” O'Neill sna
I'm going to edit it from
ched it. “But
now on. For
And I'm going to keep an ey on you,
my hearty.” : LR )
{Ag you wish,” said Gonzg. § hum,
bly. “I—I am going out for a moment.”
The door closed noiselessly behind him.
Howe and O'Neill stood looking at
each other,
“Well, you had your way,” shid
O'Neill, shamefacedly. “I don’t seem
to be the man I was. It must be the
‘sunshine and the posies. And the’
thought of tne road again.” !
“A hundred each,” said Howe grimly.
“®You—you liar—are you going to take
that back?”
¢o a lady he adored—at the moment.
Fou are going to print them in tomor-
row's Mail unless my friend is easy
enough to pay you $10,000. He isn’t
.&oing to pay you anything. We've
&ome for those letters, and we'll get
¢hem or run you and your boss out of
gown in twenty-four hours, you raw
iittle blackmailers!”
“Blackmailers!”” Mr. O'Neill's eyes
geemed to catch fire from his hair. His
‘face paled. “T've been in the newspa-
per business seventeen years, and no-
body ever called m a blackmsiler and
got away with it. I'm in a generous
mood. I'll give you one chance to take
.Ehat back”—
“Nonsense. It happens to be true”—
-put in Paddock.
“rm tulking to your friend here.”
O'Neill's breath came fast. “I'll attend
to you, you lily of the field, in a min-
ate. You—you liar—are you going to |
fake that back?”
~#No!” cricd Minot.
He saw a wild Irishman coming for
him, breathing fire. He squared him-
self to meet the attack. But the man
at the typewriter leaped up and seized
O'Neill from behind.
“Steady. Bob?!
’ he shouted.
his fellow isn’t r
“How do
£9
1e wa
rowed when they fell on the strangers
"there.
J: “Are you
! demanded.
“J—am.’ The sly little eyes darted
everywhere.
“Proprietor of the Mail?"
“Yes.”
“The gentleman who visited Lord
Harrowby an hour back?”
“Man, man! You're wasting time,”
O'Neill cried. .
“Excuse me.” smiled Minot. *“Unin-
tenticnal, I assure you.” He seized the
little Spaniard suddenly by the collar.
“Were here for Lord Harrowby's let-
ters.” he said. His other hand began a
rapid search of Manuel Gonzale’s pock-
ets.
“Let me go, you thief!” screamed the
proprietor of the Mail. He squirmed
and fought. “Let me go!" He writhed
about to face his editors. “You fools!
What are you doing, standing there?
Help me—help”’—
“We're waiting,” said O'Neill.
«Waiting for our turn. Remember your
promise, son. Enough of him left for
me.”
Minot and his captive slid back and
forth across the floor. The three others
watched, O’Neill in high glee.
“Go fo it!” he cried. “That's Mme.
On Dit you're waltzing with. I speak
for the next dance, madame.”
Mr. Minot’s eager hand came away
from. the Spaniard’s inner waistcoat
pocket, and in it was a packet of per-
fumed letters, tied with a cute blue
ribbon. He released his victim.
“Sorry to -be so impolite,” he said.
“But I had to have these tonight.”
Gonzale turned on him with an evil
glare.
‘1° “Thief!” he cried.
on you for this.”
“I doubt that,” smiled Minot. “J: ack,
I guess _that about concludes our busi-
ness with the Mail” He turned to
Howe and O'Neill. “You boys look
me up at the De 1a Pax. I want to
wish you bon voyage when you start
north. For the present—goodby.”
And he and Paddock departed.
“You're a fine pair,” snarled Gonzale
when the door had closed. “A fine
pair to take my salary money and then
Manuel Gonzale?' Minot
.
“7'11 have the law
stand br and see me strangled.”
! “you're not strangled yet.” said
| O'Neill. He came slowly toward his
employer. like a cat stalking a bird.
“Tid you get mv emphasis on the word
1 ‘yet? ”
Gonzale paied beneath his lemon skin
and got behind a desk.
’ he pleaded, “1 didn’t
x I'll be frank with
a little indiscreet
all over now. It
3 to try more—
And I want
get
any
sre until can
| the Lileth struck its gait, and in fif-
instance, there’s a comma 1 don’t like. :
CHAPTER XII.
: Wall Puts to Sea.
HE knowledge would hardly
have been worth the price he
offered. Aboard the Lileth, on
J the forward deck under a pro-
tecting awning, Mr. Trimmer sat firm-
ly planted in a chair. Beside him, in
other chairs, sat three prominent citi-
zens of Sen Marco—one of them the
chief of police. Mr. Martin Wall was
madly walking the deck near by.
“Going to stay here all night?” he
demanded at last.
“All night and all day tomorrow,” re-
plied Mr. Trimmer, “if necessary.
We're going to stay here until that
boat that's carrying Lord Harrowby
comes back. You can’t fool Henry
Trimmer.”
#Phere isn’t any such boat!” flared :
\ | Martin Wall
“Tell it to the marines,” remarked
Trimmer, lignting a fresh cigar.
Just as well that the three shivering
figures huddled in the launch on the
heaving ‘bosom of the waters could
pot see this picture. Mr. Wall looked
out at the rain and shivered himself.
Eleven-thirty came. And 12. Two !
matches from Mr. Paddock’s store
went to the discovery of these sad
facts. Soaked to the skin, glum, silent,
the three on the waters sat staring at
the unresponsive Lileth. The rain was
falling now in a fine drizzle. :
“1 suppose,” Paddock remarked, “we
stay here until morning.” -
“We might try landing on Tarra *
gona,” said Minot. i
“We might try jumping into the |
ocean, too,” respended Pa®ock
through chattering teeth.
“Murder,” droned poor old George.
“that’s what it'll be.”
At 1 o'clock the three wet watchers
beheld unusual things. Smoke began
to belch from the Lileth’s funnels. Her
siren sounded.
“wShe's stsaming ouf!” cried’ Minot,
“She's stearaing out to sea!”
And sure enough the graceful yacht
began to move—out past Tarragona is-
land, out toward the open sea.
Once more Paddock started his faith-
ful engine, and, hallooing madly, the
three set out in pursuit. Not yet had
teen, minutes they were alongside.
Martin Wall, beholding them fromthe
deck, had a rather unexpected attack
of pity and stopped his engines. The
three limp watchers were taken aboard.
«Wha—what does this mean?’ chat-
.; letters ‘home again gnd George
rowby headed for New York—a three
: and Minot turned toward the elevator.
| the De la Pax. :
What becomes of me.”
And he sloshed away to his cabin.
“well, boys, I'm afraid we'll have to
put you off,” said Martin Wall. “Glad |
to have met both of you. Some time |
jin New York we may run into each |
other again.” {
He shook hands genially, and the t
strange noises in his throat, under the
impression that he was humming 2a
musical comedy chorus. .
There was a knock, and Harrowby
two young men dropped once more I
into that unhappy launch. As they
sped toward the shore the Lileth, be-
hind them, was heading for the open
sea.
-“Sorry if I've seemed to have a
grouch tonight,” said Paddock as they
waiked up the deserted avenue toward
the hotel. “But these Florida rain-
storms aren't the pleasantest things
to wear next to one's skin. I apolo-
gize, Dick.”
“Nonsense,” Minot. answered. “Old
Job himself would have frowned a bit
if he'd been through what you have
tonight. It was my fault for getting f
you into it"—
«Forget it,” Paddock said. “Well, it |.
looks like.a wedding, old man. The
Har-
days’ trip. Nothing to hinder now.
Have you thought of that?” $
“] don’t want to think,” said Minot }. EF
gloomily. “Good night, old man.”
Paddock sped up the stairs to his |
room, which was on the second floor.
At that moment he saw approacBing
him through the deserted lobby Mr.
Jim O'Malley, the house detective of
«Can we See you a minute in the: of-
fice, Mr. Minot?’ he asked.
“Certainly,” Minot answered.
--I'm soaked through—was oat in all
that rain” — ish
«Too bad,” said O'Malley, with a
sympathetic glance. “We won't keep
you but a minute”— i
He leq the way, and, wondering,
Minot followed. Ju the tiny office of
¢he hotel ‘manager a bullet headed man
stood waiting ;
“My friend, Mr. Huntley of the se-
sret service,” (’Malley explained. “AW:
ful sorry that this should happen, Mr. |
‘Minot, but we got to search you.” :
“Search me! For what?’ Minot cried.
And in a flash. he knew. Through’ i
that wild night he had not once thought
of it. But it was still in his inside
coat pocket, of course. Chain Light-
ning’s collar! }
“What does this mean?” he asked.
«hat's what they all say,” grunted
Huntley. “Come here, my boy. Say,
. you're pretty wet. And shivering!
tered Minot. 5
“You poor devils!” said Martin Wall
“Come and have a drink, Mean?’ He
«We had to have it, Bob. It means
New York.” ... :
“Yes.” O'Neill
good looking young fellow, Hatrry—the
one who apologized tq us for calling us
blackmailers”— -
“Yes?”
«“1'd hate to meet him on the street
tomorrow. Five days. A lot could hap-
.pen in five days’—
“What are your orders, chief,” asked
. Howe.
t At.that
| Paddock,
into the
by on
moment Minot, followed by
was rushing tripmphantly
Harrowby suit. He threw
the table a package of let-
ters. 4
“There they are!” he cried. “I"—
He stopped.
“Thanks,” said Lord Harrowby wild-
ly. “Thanks a thousand times. My
dear Minot, we need you. My man has
been to the theater. Trimmer is or-
ganizing a mob to board the Lileth!”
“Board the Lileth?”
“yes—to search for that creature who
calls himself Lord Harrowby.”
“Come on, Jack,” Minot said to Pad-
dock. ‘They ran down several flights
of stairs, through the lobby and oul
into the street. ;
“Where to?” panted Paddock.
“The harbor!” Minot cried.
As they passed the opera house they
saw a crowd forming and heard the
buzz of many voices.
Mr. Paddock knew of a man on the
water front who had a gasoline launch
to rent, and fortunately it happened to
be in commission. The two young men
leaped into it, Paddock started the en-
gine, and they zipped with reassuring
speed over the dark waters toward the
lights of the Lileth.
“My plan is this,”
over to Us.
launch and run off out of sight behind
.gearch to his heart’s content. When
he gets tired and quits signal us by
hanging a red lantern in the bow.”
Martin Wall smiled broadly.
he said.
you? Will a duck
Adena.”
In the kiduaping George put up a
lively fight. Once he slipped and fell,
his three captors on top.of him, and at
that moment Minot felt a terrific tug-
ging at his coat. But the odds were
three to one against George Harrowby.
and finally he was dragged and push-
ed into the launch. Paddock started
the engine, and that odd boat load
drew away from the Lileth.
Hours passed and no red light from
the Lileth. It rained in torrents.
“rd give a thousand dollars,” said
Paddock, “to know what's going on
aboard that boat.”
swim?
pon Jered. “But that !
TR
“She's steaming out to seal”
paused. “It means that the only way
1 could get rid of our friend Trimmer
was to set out for New York.”
“For New York?” cried Minot, stand-
ing glass in hand.
“Yes, Came on board, Trimmer did,
searched the boat and then declared
I'd shipped George away until his visit
should be over. ‘So he and his friends
—one of them the chief of police, by
the way—sat down to wait for your re-
turn. Gad! I thought of you out An
that rain—sat and sat and sat. What
could I do?” .
“To Trimmer, the brute!” sald Pad-
dock, raising his glass.
“Not bad for an amateur kidnaper,” | en :
«Will I turn George over toil _ 1xe.made up. my mind,” sald Wall
A good | °
“Finally I bad an idea. I had the
boys pull up anchor and start the en-
| glnes. Trimmer wanted to know the
wer. ‘Leaving for New York ito-
said Minot when | W, along?
. night,’ ‘I said. ‘Want to come along
they got to the ship. “Turn George ! ’ ;
We'll. bundle him into our | He wasn’t sure whether he would .go
| qr pot, but his.friends were sure they
just before we got under way Mr.
{ Trimmer and party crawled into their
{ rowboat and splashed back to ‘San
{ Marco.”
“Well, what now?’ asked Minot.
intending to go back north for
gome time, and now that I've started
1 guess T11 keep on going.”
“Splendid,” cried Minot. “And you'll
take Mr. George Harrowby with you?”
Mr. Wall seemed in excellent spirits.
He slapped Minot on the back.
“if you say So, -of course. Don’t
know exactly what they can do to us,
but 1 think George needs the sea air.
How about ’it, your lordship?”
Poor old George, drooping as he had
| minute. Ee
| », 1
Tarragona island. Then let Trimmer | wouldn't. Put up an awful how], and,
| Better have a warm bath and a drink.
| Turn around, please. Ah"—
With practiced fingers the detective
‘explored rapidly Mr. Minot’s person
| and pockets. The victim of the search
| stood Mmp, helpless. What could he
do? There was fio escape. It was all
{ up now. For whatever reason they de-
sired’ Chain Lightning's collar they |
' could not fail to have it in- another
. Side . pockets — trousers pockets —
now! . The inner coat pocket! Its con-
tents were in the detective’s hand.
' Minot stared down. A little gasp es-
caped him. :
The envelope that held Chain Light-
ning’s collar was not among them!
Two minutes longer Huntley pur-
“But |
| “For New York?” oried Minot.
cried, “Come in.” . Mr. Minot, fresh as
the morning and nowhere -near so hot,
entered. 3 ;
“Feeling pretty satisfied with life,
' I'll wager,” Minot suggested.
“My dear chap, gay ‘as—as—a: robin,”
Harrowby replied. :
. “Snatch your last giggle,” sald Mi-
not. “Hare ore final laugh and make
it a good one. Then wake up.”
“Wake up? Why, I am awake” —
“Oh, no, your're” dreaming on a bed
of roses.” Listen!’ Martin¢Wall didn’t
! go’ nobtli “with ther impostor :after all
| Changed his mind. Look!”
HARA MAnOt tossed sothething on” the
table just abart his lordship's eggs.
“The devil! Chain Lightning's col-
lar!” cried Harrowby.
“Back to its original storage vault,”
a Drury Lane melodrama?” '!
“\fy word! T can’t make it out.”
“Can't you?
the scrap on the deck'of the Lileth.”
monds.
Le Sy tn im
Hind (1 Socmace
gracefully withdraw. i
I'm here to look after Jephson’s inter- |
esis’ — yale fit i
“Naturally,” put in Harrewby quick- i
ly. “And let me tell you that should |
this necklace be found before the wed: |
ding Jephson is practically certain to
pay that policy. 'T thiak you'd ‘better |
keep it. They're hot ifkely ‘to search {
sued: then; with an oath of disappoint-
nicnt. he tunel to ©lMalley.
“Iiasn’t got it!” he announced.
Minot swept aside the profuse apolo-
gies of the hotel detective and some-
how got out of the room. In a daze,
he sought 889. He didn’t have it—
© didn’t have Chain Lightning's collar!
‘Who did? :
It wos while he sat: steaming in a
hot bath that an idea came to him.
The struggle on the deck of the Lileth,
with Martin Wall panting at his side!
The tug on his coat as they all went
down together. The genial sprits of
Wall thereafter. The sudden start for
New York. .
No question ‘about it—Chain Light-
ning’s collar was well out/at sea now. ,
And yet why had ‘Wall ‘stopped to
take the occupants of . the launch
aboard ? : ;
As completely at sea as he had been
that night, which was more or less at
sea, Minot returned to his room. It
was after 8 o'clock. He turned out
his lights and sought his bed.
The sun was bright ottside his win-
dows when he was aroused by'a knock.
“What ls it?" he cried.
«A package for you, sir,” said a bell-
boy’s. voice. .
He slipped one arm outside his door
to: receive it, a neat little bundle, se-
curely tled, with his name written on
‘the wrappings. Sleepily he undid the
cord and took out—an envelope.
| ‘He ‘was no’ longer sleepy. «He held
the: envelope open over-his bed. Chain
{-Lightning’s ‘collar - tumbled, ‘gleaming,
upon the white sheet!
| Also in the package was a note,
which Minot read breathlessly:
Dear Mr. Minot:
| 1 have decidéd not to'go north after all,
and am back in the harbor: with the Lileth.
| As I expect Trimmer &t any moment 1
| have sent George over to Tarragona island
{ in ‘charge of two sdilormen for the day
+ Cordially, MARTIN WALL.
" ’P., 8.—You dropped the inclosed in the
scuffle on the boat 1ast night.
At 10 o'clock that Saturday morning
Lord Harrowby was engrossed in the
ceremony of breakfast in bis rooms.
For the occasion he Wore an orange
| and purple dressing gown with e floral
design no botanist could have sanc-
tioned—the sort of dressing gown that
Arnold Bennett, had he seen it, would
have made a leading character in a
novel. He was cheerful, was Harrow-
by, and as he glanced through an old
copy of the London Times he made
you again. ‘Tf 'took it, der oid chap,
Sy -
* they sear:! hile,
AYA a
yaa par
{f° wren dive SAchPiins: did you?! My
pot a: i!
0 or codited EEE prow flushed
a delicate pio tt belongs: in ourk
family—has . for y ars Everybody:
knows that.” a ;
“Well, what is the trouble?” 2
«I'll explain it ull “later. There's
really nothing dishonorable as men of
IN au >
a
“Why did you kidnap_Mr, “Trimmer's
n ;
the world look at such things. 1 give
you my word that you can serve Mr.
Jephson best by ‘koeping the necklace
for the present and seeing to it that it
does not fui inlo the hands of the
men who ie losing for it.”
Minot sa: s‘aving gloomily ahead of
him. Ther ho reached out. took up the
necklace <: d restored it to his pocket.
«Oh, ve-y well,” he said. “If I'm
sent to jail tell Thacker 1 went sing-
ing an epithalamium.” He rose.
“By the way,’ Harrowby remarked,
never drooped before, looked wearily
into Wall's eyes.
“What’s the use?” he said.
all gone out of me. Losir
what's next. Three
blooming ocean with the
tn—I'm going to bed.
s on that
in soaking
don’t care
“Fight's !
g interest in
Children Cry
FOR FLETCHER'S
CASTORIA
“I'm giving a little dinner tonight at
(To be continued.)
my,
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