THE DOUBLE CROSS
AY
THE STORY
Jim Stanley, wealthy young
New York business man, unable
to concentrate in his dictation to
his desk audiphone, has the ma-
chine taken to his home, intend-
ing to finish his work*there. Rol
lin Waterman, his business part
ner and closest friend, comes in
Both men are avowedly in love
with Doris Colby. Stanley pro
poses they toss a coin to deter
mine which of them ‘shall, tha!
evening, first ask her to marrs
him. Waterman wins, Nina Mor
gan, Waterman's secretary, alse
his mistress, has overheard hi
conversation with Stanley and
:esents Waterman's plan to de
sert her. Waterman tells her he
is practically penniless and mus!
make a rich marriage. He urges
Nina to go to Doris and tell her
she (Nina) has been wronged—
but by Stanley. The girl con-
sents. Doris admits to her fa-
ther her interest in both Stanley
and Waterman, but is unable to
make up her mind which to
marry. Nina goes to Doris with
her story, securing a promise
that Doris will not reveal the
source of her information. She
convinces Doris of Stanley's
duplicity, and leaves her broken
hearted, and realizing that it 1s
Stanley she really has loved
Waterman that evening asks
Doris to marry him, and she ac-
cepts him, According to the ar-
rangement, Stanley accepts the
situation, and as a wedding pres-
ent gives his share of the busi-
to Waterman.
ness
CHAPTER V—Continued
lo
back upon that night in
could never re-
Looking
after years Stanley
member exactly how it passed. He
had a confused recollection of the
streets of New York gleaming wet and
lambent under the lamps—a pano-
rama of faces at the club, sounds of
more or less familiar voices, the flick
of cards, the tinkle of glasses—a night
of troubled dreams and restless sleep.
of pacing to and fro, of the pale ad
vent of dawn through his eastward-
looking windows, a hasty breakfast
scarcely touched, the sound of the
early church bells pealing over the
chimney tops, automatic donning of
his clothes—finally the office.
Nothing in New York is so greatly
changed in outward aspect as the busi-
ness district on Sunday. All this
struck Wilson forcibly as he walked
leisurely southward from his two-room
apartment in Greenwich village on his
way to keep this most unusual appoint-
ment with his employer.
He found Stanley already at his
desk, engaged in sorting out a heap
of papers.
“Sit down for a bit, Frank, I'l be
ready for you in a moment.”
Immediately Wilson knew that some-
thing unusual had happened. When
Stanley was concerned he had an extra
sense, for Stanley was his god. The
younger man some years before had
rescued him from the heap of human
wreckage wherein he struggled, like a
sort of human jackstraw, and had
given him for the first time in his life
a sense of security and peace. It
had been done originally upon a whim
but it had been the best thing that
had ever happened in Wilson's sordid
unhappy life, and it had also been a
very good thing for Stanley. Few men
are so lucky as to the con
centrated, whole-hearted unselfish de
votion of another human being. In
Wilson, Stanley possessed this jewel.
And to do him justice, unobserving
though he was in many ways, he
knew it.
To Wilson, Stanley was just about
the whole of life. Stanley was his
guide, philosopher and friend, and as
such he had devoted his life to the
study otf that friend. Therefore it is
not strange that he could gather in
stantly from Stanley's voice and man
ner the conviction that something was
wrong. He sat down feeling rather
queer. In a moment Stanley pushed
away the heap of papers.
“Frank,” he said, “1 want you to
know from me before you hear it from
anybody else, that 1 am going to quit
the business.” He waited, but Wil
son said nothing—he was too shocker
to speak.
possess
“Yes,” said Stanley, *1 have had
enough of it. It bores me. | want a
change. a greal big change, and I'm
going to get it right away I'm going
to quit the business. What's more
I'm going a long way off—to India, to
be exact.”
“India?
his voice.
“Why
India?”
“No.” suid Wilson vaguely, “not that
said Wilson. finally finding
“\Why India?”
not? Anything wrong with
1 know of. | don't Enow much
about it.”
“Neither do 1” suid his employe:
“but 1 mean to. One thing | do know
about it—it's d—op different from New
York, and that's the main idea
“But 1 haven't asked you to give up
your Sunday and come down here to
the office merely to tell you this. 1
have asked you here to tell you that
during my absence | want yon to re
main in my personal employ
krow—no one hetter—the affairs ot
this tirin are but a part of my busi
pess. | shail need some one to repre
sent me wnile | am gone, and | have
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“Mr. Stanley!” gasped Wilson.
“Yes,” went on the other, “if you
will be so kind. You've been with me
for five years now, and no man evel
had a more intelligent or a more de
voted servant—] use the word in its
best sense. If it weren't for you I
couldn’t go away as | am going, but 1
know that with you on the job I cap
go in perfect security.”
“But,” objected Wilson, who had
now recovered his ability to think, “1
should fancy that perhaps Mr. Water
man—"
“Not at all. Not at all. Not that
under some circumstances 1 might not
nave chosen him for this responsibil
ity, but, as it is, I think not. You see
he will have enough to do to run this
business.”
“Oh-h—he’s going to run the busl
ness!”
Had Stanley been less intent upon
nis own affairs he would have found
“You See, After Tomorrow, the Busl-
ness of This Firm Will Belong En-
tirely to Waterman.”
occasion for reflection in Wilson's
tone. As it was, he missed the elo
quence of the inflection and went on:
“You see, after tomorrow, ‘the busi-
nes? of this firm will belong entirely
to Waterman,”
“Indeed?”
“Yes, [I've arranged with Atherton
& Brownell over the telephone to send
their head clerk to the office this
morning. We'll go over all the books
with him, so that when the office opens
tomorrow morning, the necessary docu
ments can be drawn up and the whole
transfer of my interests can be com
pleted before the close of business to
morrow afternoon.”
“Isn't this,” said
“rather rushing it?”
“Perhaps, but under the circum
stances it is necessary, because I leave
on Wednesday.”
“How long are you to be gone
“1 have no idea. 1 shall stay until
am homesick, if ever that happens
Now 1 suppose that for a time you
will have to stay on here in this office.
For the moment there is no substiture
for you. You really know more about
the details of the business than any
body in the place, including both
partners. Waterman will need you for
4 time. In the course of a few months
doubtless he will have been able to
break in somebody else. When that
happens, if you wish, you may leave
the office and devote yourself entirely
to my affairs. Of course youll have
to rent an office of your own in some
building convenient to the Street. But
Wilson feebly,
on
By A. E. THOMAS
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Service
and you may do precisely as you
please.
“I shall, of course, give you my pow
morrow morning we'll go to the Gotham
I'rust company and arrange things so
that you shall have access to my box
in the safety deposit vault. 1 don't
know yet exact'y what my forwarding
address will be, but that I can always
send you by cable.
“Oh, yes, and another thing. 1 shal
give you a salary in keeping with the
new responsibilities which you will
have to shoulder. [I've been thinking
that perhaps ten thousand dollars a
year might be all right, if that’s satis
factory to you.”
The little clerk, with a gesture so
unusual that it indicated the depth of
the perturbation with which he suf:
fered, ran both hands through his
grizzled hair.
“Ten thousand a year!” he gasped
For the first time Stanley smiled
“What’s the matter,” he said, “isn’t it
enough?”
“Ten thousand a year,” repeated the
other. “Why, it’s ridiculous.”
“Well,” grinned Stanley, ‘make It
twelve.”
“That wasn’t what 1 meant at all.
sir. Never in my life have 1 dreamed
of so much money.”
“Well, don’t dream now. Take it
and shut up about it. I'm not exactly
a poor man—nobody knows that better
than you. For the management of
such a property as this, ten thousand
a year is little enough—so we'll say
no more about it. Your salary begins
tomorrow—in addition to which, of
course, Waterman will continue to pay
you your present salary as long as you
remain with him.”
But the little man continued to stare
at his employer with open mouth. Ten
thousand dollars a year! When he
first met Stanley he had been em
ployed as a cashier in the Bon Ton
restaurant at Third avenue and Forty
sixth street, and he got each week the
munificent sum of twenty dollars and
his food—and very poor food it was.
Nevertheless, overwhelmed as ne
was at his sudden rise to affluence, the
little clerk’s heart sank within him
for he loved his employer and he
knew instinctively that something had
gone very wrong with him. Instine
tively, too, he connected it with Water
man. He hazarded a question.
“I hope, sir, that nothing has gone
wrong?” .
“Wrong? No—no indeed. [I'm just
bored, bored with business—sick and
tired of New York. | want a change
—I'm going to get it. That's all.”
Wilson was not convinced. A man
may laugh and chaff and even sing
but he cannot fool his dog. If he is
unhappy the dog knows it, and Wil
son knew that Stanley was unhappy
But he did not pursue the point fur
ther, reflecting that it would not be
long before he learned the truth.
“Well, sir,” he said, “I'm going to
miss you, if you'll allow me to say so
You're about the only friend I have in
the world, you see.”
“Thanks, Wilson, thanks. 1 shall
miss you, too, but the knowledge that
you're here on the job will neverthe
less make me very happy.”
“1 don’t know how to thank you,
sir.”
“Don't do it, don’t do it. Don’t
waste your time on such silly business.
If there is any balance of gratitude in
the matter it's all on my side. | have
taken you a little too much for granted
1 am afraid, but as I look back upon
the last few years, | suddenly realize
all that your intelligent devotion has
meant to me. I'm not going to thank
you for it, I'm just going to hope that
what 1 am doing now will make you
see once and for all how much I ap
preciate it.”
Big Python Resented
There io at least one bush-veldt
farmer who is not so keen on poach
One afternoon
he set
ing as he used to be.
he fancied a little venison, so
off with a gun but no license—and dis
appeared.
It was not until the following Sun
day afternoon that a search party dis
covered his legs protruding from an
anthear hole, and extricated him, more
dead than alive.
He had wounded a stembok, and the
animal had made a dive for the shel
ter of the anthear hole. The hunter
followed, and, with his head and shoul
ders underground, just managed to
grip the animal.
A frantic jerk on
nowever, wedged the
and his struggles only
i louse red sand, so that he wi
I'he most he could do wus to
slightly, allowing a little light to pene
irute—wherein he was able to see a
python coiled up within a few feet of
his face.
The python attacked the strange vis
the buck’s part
hunter tightly
shifted the
s trapped
twist
itor, but the huuter gept it off by
throwing sand in its face, while iis
efforts to coil itself round him were
foiled by the fact that he wus tightly
selectee oun”
wedged in the opening.
| needn't go into details about that The little man rose and turned
Your judgment is bound to be good. | away. The truth was that he was
Invasion of Poacher
For two whole days and nights the
hunter and the python thus faced each
other until help came in the nick of
time.
Pressing Business
“1 want to speak to Mr.
said the voice over the wire,
“I'm sorry, sir, but Mr. Jones Is in
conference,” the private secretary re
plied sweetly,
And at the same moment Mr. Jones
was in deep conference with a friend
at Merchant and Bishop streets. He
declared, very confidentially and not
for publication:
“Yeah, it's sure wonderful how
quick they can dig a big hole in the
ground like that. | see they're put
ting in the foundation already. Won
der how they are going to get rid ot
that water, though?”—Honolulu Star
Bulletin.
Jones,’
Don’t Mention It
Clarence—Mr. Jones, 1 certainly—
er—wannt to thank you for consenting
to our marriage.
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very near to tears. Stanley saw It,
and did the tactful thing.
“Well, come now, we've got a lot to
do,” he said briskly. “Let's get at it.”
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A little before this time Rollin |
awoke, The first thing he was con- |
scious of was that his head ached
abominably—the next thing was that
he knew perfectly well why, Con
scious, as he left the Colby house the
night before, of an overwhelming need
of some sort of refuge from the tor-
rent of conflicting thoughts that were
sweeping over his brain, he had found
that refuge in a way that of late had
grown increasingly common. In short,
he got drunk.
In spite of his throbbing head, he |
could vot suppress a feling of satis- |
faction as he realized that so far his |
schemes had succeeded to a perfection |
he scarcely dared to hope for. Not
only was he engaged to Doris Colby,
with all that meant in the way of
social prestige and pecuniary advance-
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ment, but most unexpectedly he found
himself, as the result of Stanley’s gen-
erosity, the sole possessor of a valu- |
able business in which previously his |
ownership had been nominal. It was |
too good to be true. o
Nevertheless, self-centered as he was |
through the years of growing and
habitual concentration on his ego, he
was even now conscious that for this |
success he had paid a heavy price.
Nor was the payment complete. There
would be further installments. There
must come a time, he vaguely guessed,
of his character. There were certain
heavy obligations which he must short-
ly meet. Most of these he expected
to be able to discharge through the
profits of the business of which he was
now sole owner. There would be fur- |
ther instalments of the debt that must
be paid to Nina Morgan. If Nina Mor-
gan was under few illusions regarding
under even fewer illusions about hers.
He called her-a business woman, and
ne knew that she was all of that.
Nhe would demand her pound of flesh.
Well, he would pay it.
as he mentally balanced his books, he
was not ill-pleased with the situation.
scious rogue. It was vanity and not
evil purpose that had brought him to
this pass. He had been born with
Rolls-Royce tastes and a flivver in-
come, He was gifted with uncommon
good looks, great surface charm of
manner, a conspicuous position in so-
ciety, and he had for years strained
every point to live up to them.
He had always been a front-page
character and he loved that position.
Wherever the limelight fell there was
Waterman. The sailing of the newest,
fastest liner on her maiden voyage,
a Duse first night, exhibitions of vis-
iting royalty—no such function passed
without the decoration of his presence.
If anyone had a social shop window
to decorate he used Watermar if he
could get him. All this was breath to
his nostrils, but he had found no way
in which to make it remunerative.
His telephone tinkled at his ear.
Turning on his elbow he took the in-
(ng
“I've Been Awaks
Some Time.”
“No,” He Said,
“No,” he said, “I've been awake
some time.”
“1 am just leaving the house to go
to church, and I thought perhaps you
might meet me at the door when the
service is over.”
“Splendid, splendid. PII be there,
and if you're not doing anything for
lunch, we might lunch together at the
Ritz."
“All right,” she said, “St. Bartholo-
unless the sermon’s unusually long.”
“I'll be there,” he said, and bung up.
Mr. Jopes—Don't thank me. Mar
jorie’s mother was behind the cur-
tuins waiting to crown me if I'd
said no.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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| Proper Conscience Training and Obedience Nec-
| is trained from its earliest days will know right from wrong instinetively,
when Doris must acquire some inkling |
Waterman's character, Waterman was |
On the whole, |
| girls.
For the most part he was not a con- |
the debut of the latest operatic star, |
strument from the little maple table
the
which stood beside his bed and
voice of Doris said:
“Good morning, Rolly, did 1 wake
you?’
mew's you know—not far from noon— |
Test Tubes of the Sc’entist Have Done Away
With All Fear of Famine
. By DR. H. E, BARNARD, Industrial Chemist, Chicago.
CIENCE has solved forever the problem of providing teeming hu-
man population with food, no matter to what number they multi-
ply. Even if the world’s population continues to increase at its
present rate until, 500 years hence, there is only one square yard
of arable land left for each human being, man will be able to nourish
himself with food synthesized from the sunlight, the atmosphere and the
fathomless reservoir of the sea.
For his proteids, the future man will turn to the yeast plant instead
of beefsteak. Thirty men working in a factory the size of a city block
can produce in the form of yeast as much food as 1,000 men tilling 57,-
000 acres under ordinary sgrienltural conditions.
For his carbohydrates, man will turn to new types of vegetation that
will store up solar energy with the same efficiency that coal has done. He
will gvow these in the Sahara desert, where a section forty miles square |
receivhs in six hours as much solar heat as is produced by all the coal
burned in twenty-four hours throughout the world.
For his fats and sugars he will, if necessary, turn to shale oil, coal.
sawdust or petroleum. And even the mysterious vitamines which are nec-
synthesized in the laboratory.
essary for growth and health will be
Long before the globe becomes overcrowded legislators will limit
the number of new human beings who can be brought into the world.
essary in Child Development
By MRS. JOHN D. SHERMAN, President Women’s Clubs.
Good children will become good citizens. A child whose conscience
before it is grown up.
Another point is the insistence of obedience to recognized authority,
whether it be that of the mother or father or teacher or traffic policeman.
Not senseless subservience of a child’s whole individuality to superior
force ; ‘that is degrading to both children and parents, but obedience, based
on the recognition that regulations are made for the benefit of all con-
cerned, and for the sake of the common welfare must be observed.
Finally, children must be given the habit of religion. It is the great-
est and most essential factor in training of young people.
A great deal is said about the disrespect and disobedience of the
whole younger generation, but I believe the boys and girls of today are |
as sound, fundamentally, as they have been in any generation.
Disillusioned, utterly frank and utterly intolerant of their elders, |
Are not the parents responsible for |
Have they given to their chil- |
yes. But what has made them so?
the very faults we find in the children?
dren absolute honesty, spiritual leadership in its highest sense, sympa-
thy that strives to understand, an example of loyal obedience to estab-
lished laws and above all, a love and comradeship which cannot be doubt-
ed? If they have not let them be careful in denouncing their boys and
No Reason to Assume World Is Worse Today
Than It Has Been in the Past
By RIGHT REV. CHARLES H. BRENT, Buffalo (Episcopal).
Although I wish I could believe a reconciliation between Christian
religion and science has been reached, I cannot find that to be the case,
de spite the existence of a better understanding. {
The world today appears worse than formerly because society now |
lies before us like an open book. We know more about the whole world
today at any given moment than we once knew about cur own country.
It is true, I suppose, that our day has struck a disturbed patch of
history. At any rate, suppressed disorder has burst through the surface
of things. The responsibility for the eruption rests squarely on the
i
shoulders of all the people, the rich, the educated, the privileged being
the most culpable.
All the ninepins of life have heen knocked over by our own howling.
We are now engaced in the effort to set them up again, though half ex-
pecting some one will send another ball hurling down the alley of time
and mess up the human sit Be that as it may, we have no
ation again.
cause for complaint or dismay.
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T i+oralism in Religion Makes Spiritual Grea
Impossible to Attain
By DR. KARL REILAND, New York (Episcopal).
Literialism is a vicious, aggregating and degrading thing in religion.
It is responsible for more sordidness, sorrow and crime than religion
It mal
cares to recognize.
itual greatness wherever it is imposed. You have it finely in Shylock’s
pound of flesh.
Literalism is the refuce of cowardice, not the shrine of courage. It
is a fetish either in a code or in a creed, a commandment or a canon.
Jesus broke with it in
up in the Holy of Holies of their temple the blight of medieval malaria
sickened both science and religion for ten hundred years and even today
inhibits religious progress from achieving its shining privilege.
Give
liberty of the spirit to all them that are by the letter bound.
Use of Newspaper by Merchants and Mannfoe-
turers Only in Its Infancy
By G. ADOLPHE WIEDEMAN, Philadelphia Publisher.
Merchants and manufacturers have only begun to “scratch the sur-
face” in their efforts to harness the newspaper as an advertising force.
The newspaper is more powerful than school or college, because it serves
as the university of the people. American newspapers have made the
lasses of the American nation the best informed and instructed peoples
of the world.
Correspondents of the Associated Press, on the job daily in all parts
of the world, as well as other news-gathering organizations, make it pos-
sible for the newspaper reader to see almost eye-to-eye what they see and
learn.
| of Wheeling,
{ have
| decade
| Scientific and Chemical staffs of Ger-
| strengthening
s little men and little minds and cramps spir- |
a thousand wavs, and because His followers set 1t |
us “spiritual men who are mad and prophets who are fools,” to |
use the ancient taunt—and let these poets and seers cut the leash of lit- |
eralism, free the spirit of Jesus from the custody of perversion and give
' Receives Recognition
From German University
Mr. William E. Weiss.
The University of Cologne, Germany,
has just paid to Mr. William E. Weiss,
W. Va, one of the
founders and General Manager of
Sterling Products (Incorporated), and
now Vice-President and General Man-
ager of Drug Incorporated, an unusual
| gistinetion by bestowing unanimously
upon him the title of Doctor Philoso-
phiae Honoris Causa.
Mr. Weiss is the first and only
American to be so honored by this
world famous German institution.
This mark of preferment came to Mr.
Weiss in recognition of his efforts to
further the industrial relations that
extended over more than &
between the Directors and
man and American Pharmaceutical
firms that are prominent in interna-
tional industrial affairs.
During the past few years Mr.
Weiss has been a frequent visitor to
Europe and is a recognized link in
commercial friendship
between the old and new continents,
a truth emphasized by the action at
Cologne.
Unafraid
Little Susan stood looking with
round, staring eyes at the visitor's
new cloche hat.
Eventually the lady turned to tre
little girl and asked her whether she
liked the hat she was staring so hard
at,
“I do; Mrs. Mugge,” came the inno-
“Mamma and Auntie Milly
cht the other
me the
cent reply.
said it was a perfect f
day, but it doesn’t frighten
wee'est bit.—London Answers,
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how much
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