Fifth Avenue ..7.. SZ A Zp ZA AN A A ZA AT CARAT The Recluse of 4 WYNDHAM MARTYN J Bervice CHAPTER XII—Continued —23 “It was,” Malet said. “He was a broken-down steeplechaser which had been brought out to Mexico City by an English mining magnate.” “What happened to him?” “He ran until he dropped dead,” Malet returned. “I’m not a horseman. I had no idea how far or fast a horse could run.” “That's the thoroughbred Barnes said. He passed into a strain,” dis- quisition on feats of thoroughbred horses and dogs. It was a hobby with him. “Is there a thoroughbred strain in men, too?” Malet asked. “You bet there is,” Barnes said promptly. “Put the thoroughbred to the test, and, whether he be man, horse, or hound, he'll respond.” “Barnes,” Malet began, when the subject was exhausted, “haven’t you vet found out that Nita is in love with young McKimber?” “Impertinent puppy,” Barnes stormed. “If I'd been in your place Instead of being cast for a d—d flunkey, this would never have hap- pened. I'm not sure but you couldn't have stopped it if you'd tried.” “Stopped it?” Malet returned. “You talk like a fool. I could just as easily have stretched out a hand and dammed the Colorado river in flood. Robin McKimber’s been a better man than you have. What have you done all your days but loaf until you were so scared of the sight of Lippsky you took those long hikes which put you in condition? Don’t scowl at me. I know you could lick me easily, but that won't make you worthy of your daughter, will it?” Barnes listened to the story that had been told Milman and Bradney. “What's the: good of telling me this?” Barnes said. “Do you suppose I want to go back to Peekskill?” “You won't haye to. You are six hundred dollars to the good, your wardrobe is enlarged, and you've Nita. Milman admits that what we have done leaves us less clean than we were—" “It won't hurt me,” said Barnes. “You wouldn't notice it on my hide.” “I'm not approaching you from that angle,” Malet said craftily. “I’m. re- minding you that you are winning success at Nita's expense, I'm not in the least doubt about you. With Bradney and Milman there was a much’ greater chance of defeat.” “What the devil are you counting on?’ Barnes demanded. Malet put his arm om the bigger man’s shoulder. “On the thoroughbred strain in you. I'm relying on the fact that when the test comes the thoroughbreds re- spond.” He watched Barnes, who sat silent for almost five minutes. Barnes did not break the silence until he had torn up the copious notes he had made concerning the ranch in California, over which he knew now he would never ride. “I'll do what the others want me to,” he said. . -. . * LJ - - Malet knocked again at Bradney’s door. “Barnes has come through,” he said, emiling. “I know you despise men given over to sport and athletics, but when it comes to a showdown they have the right kind of heart. God protect me from a world governed by intellect. Good night.” * . * * * * - Next morning Malet went into Mil- man’s room before breakfast, “Before you say anything,” he be- gan, “I may as well tell you that Barnes is on my side, and Bradney ready to do what you say.” “I thought they would be,” said Mil- man. “I have not slept, and I tried in vain to convince myself you were wrong. I give in. I have had a great deal of figuring to do to meet the changed conditions. Tell me, how would you like to live just outside Florence?” ” “You ask me, a sculptor, how I should like to live there, near the Bar- gello and the Uffizi?” “I did not tell you, I think, of my villa there. It lies on the hills to the west of the city and overlooks the gardens of the Villa Palmieri. It has about twenty rooms, and was well fur- nished. The gardens are productive and charming. Years ago I gave it to a distant cousin. She died recently, and it comes to me again. I find, after settling my affairs, there will be enough for us all to live comfortably in Italy, where the exchange rate fa- yors us very much.” “I don't understand you,” stam- mered Malet. Was this indication that Peter Milman had deliberately thrown away this New York home? “I sent Sneed to Nita's room with a request that she would give me five minutes after you left last night. You were quite right. member you were the first one of us to do the right thing. I could never five in this heuse happily knowing that to do so was the price of her unhappiness. I am growing older, but { do not think I'am growing bitterer It is sometimes better not to succeed. Perhaps our reward may be that we I shall always re-\ have got out of our ruts. We were all plodding along deep furrows, see- ing nothing ahead. I had almost for- gotten the villa outside Florence until I saw it mentioned in Loddon's bill. We shall live vefy comfortably in a house built on a meadow that Dante once owned. My cousin, poor lagy, essayed to model in clay, and there is an excellent studio. For Barnes there will be a change—and Chianti. Brad- rey ehall write a book or do what he chooses. ‘I am not to be left alone. I have come, after years of isolation, to depend on you.” He broke off abruptly as Nita came in. “Well, my dears,” she said, “what plot have I interrupted? I came to see why the coffee was getting cold down- stairs.” “We are on our way to Florence,” said Malet, CHAPTER XIII Floyd Malet’s movements for the next few days were rapid and success- ful. He found himself for the first time in the city of Rochester. The McKimbers had a big place in its most fashionable residence section, a city block of it where most were contented with a hundred-foot frontage. Robin McKimber on his way from the works to his home was passed swiftly by a man of middle size whose carriage seemed familiar. The stran- ger did not observe the scrutiny. Robin felt he was not deceived; the bogus viscount had shorn off his mus- tache and imperial. He had now a brisker way of walking. Actually, Robin noted, the impostor whistled gaily. Floyd Malet felt a harsh grip on his arm. He was spun around to stare A French Manservant Admitted Him. into the cold face of young McKim- ber. “Well,” said McKimber, “how is your friend, the duchess of Green- Cheese?” “Much better,” said Malet, undis- turbed. “She can now sit up and drink in the view.” “D—mn it!” Robin exploded. “Don’t shake hands with me.” “I came to your fair city for no other purpose. I want to see your father at once.” “My father isn’t well,” said Robin. “He doesn’t see strangers.” “He will see me,” said Floyd Malet airily, “because I bring him back his youth, his reputation, and his future.” By this time they had come to the car which Robin had parked by the curb. “If this is your automobile, let us lose no time.” “Look here,” said Robin, “you de- liberately lied to me about Miss Brown's address. I cabled to Eng- land and Lady Horsham had never heard of Miss Agatha Brown.” “I didn't give you her aunt's ad- dress,” said Malet. “I referred you to a duchess traveling in Tuscany.” “Her aunt?’ Robin cried. “The countess of Horsham is the aunt of the lady we will call for the moment Miss Agatha Brown. She spoke truly in not having heard of such a person.” “I've got to know more about this,” Robin exclaimed. “You will not while you grip my arm like that. I have come to see vour father. Until I do see him I shall not say any more.” Ten minutes later Malet was in Mec- Kimber's private room. The man who was now working as Raxon dictated showed very markedly his depressicu. “I think I'd better see you alone,” Malet suggested. “Why?” said McKimber slowly. “My son is my full partser in everything." “Even in your St. Louis affairs?” “I don’t know what you have to do with St. Louis, but he knows every- thing that happened to me there.” “This simplifies matters very muck," said Malet. “Now, gentlemen, if you will listen carefully, you will hear a most enthralling story, the first essay in serious crime of men hitherto wun- distinguished in ‘the crook's Who's Who.” When the recital had endea a new McKimber stared into Malet’'s eyes, It seemed that he had shed years. In place of depression was hope and a returning health. McKimber senior had an iron grip. “Young man,” he sald to Malet, and subtly flattered him, “never yet has anyone done me a good turn and lost by it. This goes for you and the others,” He turned to his son and commanded him to get three numbers on the long-distance wire. “I'm inter- ested in Peter Milman’s association with Brewer. Maybe I can get some- thing back out of the wreck. But don’t tell him that yet. When can I see him and the rest?” “We thought if you could be at Mil- man’s place three nights hence we would arrange to have Raxon there. Bradney and I have staged rather a pretty little scene. Of course, Raxon won't expect to see you or anyone but Milman.” “Can I come?” asked anxiously. “I think it Malet smiled. because McKimber with questions and made innumer- able notes. He was a shrewd and hard-headed man. Malet took the mid- night train back to New York feeling he had made a friend. Robin's changed attitude was amusing. He listened with the greatest deference to Malet’s remarks and thrust something into his hands as he boarded the train. Robin McKimber might be arranged,” He could say no more, bombarded him “Thank you,” Malet said, “but I | don’t deserve a tip.” “It’s a letter for her.” Robin flushed a little. * . * * * . - On Thursday evening, which was for ever afterward memorable in the lives of Peter Milman's guests, Paul Raxon walked down Fifth avenue wondering for what purpose he had been asked to confer with the recluse. Over the telephone Milman had said it was a matter of urgent import and had to do with his political ambitions. Ordi- narily Raxon would have suspected danger, but not where Peter Milman was concerned. The Milmans had been a great fam- ily intermarried with those who wielded Immense financial power. Their prestige was undoubted in New York. Perhaps Peter Milman, brood- ing over his misfortunes, had some scheme to utilize the influence of his kin. The message was given in such a way as to enlist Raxon’s lively interest. It was impossible to think of a visit to this austere mansion as in any sense perilous. A French manservant admitted him. The financier was shown into a splen- did drawing room. The brilliant group which Malet had done many years be- fore took Raxon’s eye immediately, although he was ignorant of the sculp- tor's name. He was examining the group closely whem Peter Milman en- tered. Raxon looked at him intently. He saw a slim man of late middle age wearing the correct garb for the eve- ning. There was a coldness about Peter Milman’'s manner that was not reassuring. It was almost as if the presence of Raxon were an offense. Milman looked toward the sculptured group. “I see you are interested in that.” “I am,” Raxon responded. “Who did it?” “One who should have been our greatest sculptor but for an unjust ac- cusation which ruined him.” Milman saw Raxon’s eyes narrow. “Floyd Malet.” “Malet?” Raxon repeated slowly, as ! if searching his memory. “Oh yes, 1 think I call his case to mind. Wasn't he mixed up in a studio orgy where a woman was killed, or died under mys- terious circumstances?” “Something of the sort,” Milman an- swered. He pointed to a seat. “Please sit down, Mr. Raxon.” “I'm wondering what you can pos- sibly have to say to me.” Peter Milman smiled. “I'm quite sure you are, It has to do with your political future mainly. . It seems you wish to go to the senate | My grandfather was | a senator for many years, and I still | from this state. retain an interest in polities.” “You didn't ask me to call just to hear that,” Raxon said bluntly, “There is more to come, more.” The door opened and Fleming Brad- ney came in. He had been compelled to shave off his few days’ growth of beard. Raxon looked wp at him, frowning. (TO BE CONTINUED.) much Preparation Time If we are indeed here to perfect and complete our own natures, and grow larger, stronger, and more sympathetic against some noble career in the fu- ture, we had all best bestir ourselves to the utmost while we have the time, To equip a dull, respectable person with wings would be but to make a parody of an angel. When Old Age Arrives Old age does not begin till our re- grets outweigh our hopes.—Boston Herald. | | | | | | | | | THE PATTON COURIER “Selective” Methods of Registration at Colleges Unfair Practice By FATHER JOHN P. McNICHOLS, President University of Detroit. OU do not need psychological intelligence, social, and financial tests, which some colleges are employing to determine whether a boy or girl is fit to attend college. A sincere desire to attend a university is in most cases the best test of fitness. The boy and his pagents should be allowed to determine whether he shall go to college, for they know better than psychological experts or blue book readers what motives impel him. The community, the family, and the college graduate benefit too rxuch by a boy’s graduation from college to put down hard and fast rules that will bar him. This is not pogress in education. It is a barrier to education, After all, every college has regulations and rules, fundamental to the very existence of colleges as institutions of higher learning, which prohibit a certain amount of our youth from attending college. To reg- ister, a boy must be a graduate of high school with marks above a certain level. But, if his father is not in the social register, if the boy must work his way through college, and if he cannot count 100 in one minute, is he to be barred? Is ambition to be thwarted? Lincoln's life is the answer. And history is filled with examples. Furthermore, the undesirable student eliminates himself from col- lege. If he cannot keep up with his work, and fails, he is soon on his way back home. But the point is, that he has had his chance. And that is what he should be given if he wants it. The American college owes it to humanity to keep its doors open to all who can fulfill the basic requirements. That leaves it up to the youth himself to win or lose a college degree. Too Many Lawyers in the Legislative Bodies of the United States # By JOHN H. WALKER, President Illinois Federation of Labor. § A lawyer is the only man in the country who has the legal right to be an accessory after the fact to the commission of every crime in the calendar. As members of legislative bodies they can and do accept retainers from concerns and individuals seeking enactment or annulment of leg- islation and they exercise their prerogatives and powers, as members of the legislature and as officers of the assembly, while acting in the capac- ity of private lobbyists for the corporations which have hired them to lobby for and against legislation, in their selfish interests. We should not, however, discriminate against lawyers who may be not ,only well-informed and capable, but also honest and dependable. That type of lawyer should be supported by the workers generally, because his special training makes him mere able to render intelligent service in legal matters than is the man who has not had that training, but we should, with every influence at our command, try to prevent the corporation controlled lawyer from being elected or appointed to any judicial or other public office. Education of Future Citizens Most Effective Curb on Communism x By GEORGE CARDINAL MUNDELEIN. He who looks into the future cannot but see that the great battle that is going to be waged between, Christianity and atheism, between Christian and anti-Christian, between progress and decadence and ciy- ilization, will take place on the battlefield of education. This question is constantly arising. You see a cloud of communism rising in the East. You are afraid of it. The danger is real. Those in charge of it are intelligent men. They know how warfare should be waged and they have the men and the money. They are accumulating wealth and curtailing their exports, so they can as much as possible de- pend on their own resources. I tell you, if we are going to take religion out of the hearts of the child how will they, when they grow up, with all their power and weaith, resist this wave when it comes nearer? Consequently when this ques- tion comes up you are not the only ones interested ; your fellow-citizens are just as much interested, although they do not realize it. Placing Stress on Creeds Unlikely Method of Promoting Church Unity By REV. DR. W. L. SULLIVAN, Unitarian, St. Louis. To arrive at unity through theological opinion is a hope foredoomed, It cannot he done. It was theological opinions that created the diversity. But suppose the earnest men of the recent inter-church conference | held at Lausanne, Switzerland, had looked elsewhere. said: “Life comes first; creeds are only a stumbling effort to analyze it. Therefore, let our foundation be the reproducing of the life and spir- itual experience of the Founder of Christianity. His faith and trust: the principles which He lived; the heroism with which He died—these we know. Let us live them and spread them; and as long as men strive after Their differences in read- Suppose they this we accept them as the Master's disciples. ing history are inevitable. Their union in spiritual endeavor after Christ’s example is the one necessity and the basis of the one fraternity.” They might have stirred us with a great hope and brought us together :n a divine cause. I'v Law Enforcement Issue Squarely Up to the Citizenship of America By CARRINGTON T. MARSHALL, Chief Justice Ohio Supreme Court. The exercise of more care, in the selection of public officials, the combatting of organized crime with organized rightecusness, and the formulation of a sound public opinion are the three essentials in bring- mg about better enforcement of existing laws, notably the prohibition statutes. All laws can be enforced, but the answer to the question of whether they will be enforced lies with tha people. It would be a matter of grave concern that the president of the largest university in the nation has declared the law to be ineflicacious and unenforceable, and immoral, except for the fact that practically every president of every other university in the nation has repudiated that thought and denounced the proposed nullification of this ar any other law. 'GIRL VICTIM OF JEWEL THIEVES PLAYS DETECTIVE Helps to Capture Men Who Tricked Her Qut of Valuables. New York.—After being chloro- formed and after losing $1,600 in money and jewelry in a Martinique hotel room, Miss Cordie Harvey, | twenty - five - year old Charleston (W. Va.) society girl, has a new re- spect for the wickedness of Strange young men in a great city. In jail, after confessing to the rob- bery, two handsome city slickers, who Miss Harvey never dreamed were vaiters, have a new respect for the resourcefulness of little out-of-town girls. Edward Kelley, twenty-two, and Paul Jeffries, twenty-three, hadn't the slightest idea the polite little girl would go out with detectives and search for them. How It All Began. It all began when Miss Har- vey asked a strange young man to direct her to the post office. Miss Harvey was wearing expensive jewel- ry and the young man spent several minutes describing methods of getting Chloroformed and Robbed. to the city hall post office from the | Hotel Martinique. The girl had just come to New York for a vacation. A few days later the man identified as Jeffries accosted her in the hotel. “Don’t you remember ) gi me? he asked. | “No,” Miss Harvey replied. “I'm the fellow that told you how to get to the post office,” he said. She brushed by and went to her room. A few days later Miss Harvey was dining when Jeffries arose from a | nearby table and invited her to go to a theater. She refused... Recently Miss Harvey was standing on the mezzanine of the Martinique when | Jeffries entered and waved to her | gayly. She ignored the salutation, | but he joined her a moment later. Finds No Woman in Room. | The police said unaccompanied by a hired a room at the hotel, registering | as “Mr. and Mrs. Bentley.” Jeffries | described this Mrs, Bentley as : | | Kelley, although | woman, had charming woman whose companion- ship Miss Ilarvey would find agree- able, and Miss Harvey went up to her rooni. “There was no Mrs. Bentley in | the room and Miss Harvey had scarce- | ly reassured herself by the sight of women's garments on the bed before she was chloroformed and stripped of the following: Cue platinum ring set with 18 small diamonds and four sapphires, value | $1125; one platinum ring, $250; one white gold ring set with chip dia- mond, $100; one wrist watch, $50; one string of pearls, $50; cash, $20. Miss ITarvey saw more of Broad- way in company with detectives for | severai days than she ever had be. | fore. 'I'hen they saw Kelly. He was | equipped with her.watch and several paw Later they got Jef- fries. tickets. Flies 30 Miles Hanging to Tail of Mail Plane | New Brunswick, N. J.—Hanging on the tail of an airplane 3,000 feet ubove ground held no terrors for Vin- | cent Taylor, seventeen years old, of Flacke: K, until a shooting star nar- row: y 2d connections with the | piane anid himself, the youth said re- cently in describing his flight. Taylor was an fir voluntary pas- senger on an air-mail plane piloted by L. Ponton D'Arce from Terboro airport to Hadley field, a distance of 30 mites. While attempting to help shove the plane into the wind as it wus taking off he became entangled in thie struts of the tail skid and was tinable to free himself or to attract tLe attention of the pilot, Style Not Liked New York.—One form of caveman is disapproved by Miss Mary Carelyn Davies—the action of Henry Harrison in sending word to the pa pers that he and she were to be mar ried, HARD TO CHOOSE Once there was a woman who had three suitors. She didn’t know which one to marry. One was a grocer, one a doctor, and one a preacher, If she married the grocer, she could get her groceries for nothing. If she married the doctor, she could be well for nothing. If she married the preacher she could be good for nothing. — Pro- gressive Grocer. MAKING SURE “F.C “The cook says she is going to | leave,” “Nothing will change her mind?” “Nothing.” “All right. Then I'll go down te t! | kitchen and discharge her.” | wife painting lessons? Hymn of Hate A guy I hate Is Johnny Nash, Quotes: “He who steals My purse steals trash.” A Variation Mr. Billyuns—So you are giving my What sort of 1 pupil is she? Artist—I find her very apt to say | the least, Mr. Billyuns—That's queer! I al- ways find her very apt to say the most. It Should, but— Father was having a round of golf with a friend and little Joan came along with mother to look on. ‘After watching her daddy on the | green for some time, Joan asked: “Mustn’t the ball go into that little | hole, mummy ?'—Boston Post. Catty “My husband,” she said, “always wants me to look my best, no matter what it costs.” “Well,” her friend replied, “one can hardly blame him for feeling as he does.”—Boston Transeript. Following Precedent “Why is it a man always has to wait | for a woman?” “Did not Adam have to wait until Eve was made up?’ ANY GOOSE CAN DO THAT Speaker (emphatically)—*You can’t produce eggs without hens!” Boy im Audience—“Aw, any goose knows how to do that!” Good By, Jack He wagered on a pony That likes a dusty track; But the rain came down in torrents—s "T'was good-by to his jack. Save the Pieces “What a pretty name your maid has!” remarked the visitor. “Oh, that isn’t her real name,” was the reply; “we call her ‘Dawn’ because she’s always breaking !"—Congrega- tionalist, A Traitor Interviewer—What do you think of the voter who casts his vote for the one he thinks is the best man? Politician—He's a traitor to our party !—Vancouver Province, Worse Than Pining “Is the rich young widow pining for | her husband?” “Not exactly, but from the way she is making his money fly, it might he said that she 1s wasting away.”—Bos- ton Transcript. Question Wifie—Did you miss me while ¥ was away? 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