THE PATTON COURIER THE DOUBLE CROSS THE STORY Jim Stanley, New York busi- ness man, orders his desk audi- phone taken to his home, intend- ing to finish his dictation there. Rollo Waterman, his partner, comes in. Both are in love with Doris Colby. Stanley proposes tossing a coin to determine which ehall irst propose to Doris. Wa- terman wins, Nina Morgan, Wa- terman’'s secretary and mistress, has overheard his conversation with Stanley and resents Wa- terman’s plan to desert her, Wa- terman says he is pénniless and must make a rich marriage. He urges Nina to tell Doris that Stanley has wronged her (Nina). Doris admits to her father her interest in both men, but is un- able to decide which to marry, Nina tells Doris her story, exact- ing a promise that Doris will not tell the source of her in- formation. Doris is convinced of Stanley's duplicity and is bro- ken-hearted, realizing that it is Stanlay she loves, Waterman proposes and Doris accepts him. Stanley accepts the situation, and as a wedding present gives his share of the business to Wa- terman, He arranges with his secretary, Frank Wilson, to take charge of his other business in- terests. He is going to India. Doris tells Waterman part of Nina's story and he promises to “try” to find the girl. Frank Wil- son, aware of Waterman's crook- edness, leaves his employ. The latter begins to importune Doris for money. Bromfield, the gam- bler, is pressing Waterman for payment of gambling debts. At Waterman's urging Doris wears her magnificent diamond neck- lace to the opera. That night it disappears. Doris’ father enlists Bromfield’'s aid in tracing the stones, By A. E. THOMAS Copyright, By Dodd, Mead and Company, Inc. W. N. U. Service this afternoon between the hours of three and four. R. S. V. P.” The lawyer smiled a quizzical smile, and took up his telephone. Late that afternoon he spent one half hour with Doris over the tea cups. This was a custom which had grown in frequency of late. Though he had always been close to his daugh- ter, of late he had seemed to be drawn to her even more intimately tLan of old. He began to see that she needed him, and though he regretted the cause, he was not ill-pleased with its result. The talk had fallen on the subject of the stolen jewels. “It does seem, papa, as if the police were right,” Doris was saying. “It seems as if it must have been scme- body in this house.” “Oh, 1 don’t know,” said Mr. Colby. “The modern crook is a most resource- ful animal.” “I should be so glad to know,” Doris answered, “that it was a burglar. 1 should almost be willing to give up all hope of seeing that necklace again in exchange for the assurance that the thief was no one whom I had known and trusted. “I feel exactly as you do my child, but T would not give up hope. I have CHAPTER IX—Continued —10— “My dear Bromfield,” exclaimed the lawyer, reproachfully. “Oh, 1 know—I know a good deal more than you perhaps think of what ic going on in your mind.” “l have endeavored to make my- self very clear.” “You have done so. I can promise nothing.” “lI ask for no promise, except that you will do what you can for me.” “Very good,” concluded Bromfield, rising. “I will do my best to serve you in this matter, Mr. Colby. I will make inquiries in certain quarters. A good many people commonly regarded a, undesirable citizens, have reason to be grateful to me for various small services, and possibly some one of them may be able to help both you and me just now. I do not know, but— You see, Mr. Colby, though you may not think it, we—criminals are often grateful for kindnesses re- But just now ceived.” And with this shot Brom- veld departed. He had spoken the exact truth when he said that he had no knowl- edge of the present whereabouts of the diamonds. Nevertheless, he had seen them not long after their theft. They had been offered him 'n pay- ment of a gambling debt. He had flatly refused to accept them. “No!” he said to his debtor. “How dare you bring them to me like this? Take 'em away. [I have never in all my life been concerned with any kind of theft, and never in my life do I wish to be. Put 'em in your pocket— take 'em away! I wil' never consent to be the receiver of stolen goods.” Th2 debtor departed with the jew- els, and presently his debt was paid in cash. Bromfield knew, of course, how the money to settle the obligation must have been obtained, but that, he figured, was none of his business. His skirts were clear. Some six hours after Bromfield left Mr. Colby in his office, a shabby little man rang the bell at the tradesmen’s entrance or Bromfield’s establishment. A few moments later he entered the office where Bromfield sat. The vis- itor was iu no way abashed by the Presence. ““Mike,” said Bromfield, “you or Charlie krcow anything about these Colby diamonds?” The lids of Mike's left eye tlickered lightly. “l wan’t 'em,” said Bromfield. “Yea?” “Yeah. Colby’s a friend of mine. ‘an you get 'em?” “Might.” “Get 'ews then.” “Might take a few days.” “Oh, sure. Got to chase around to get ‘em together again | suppose.” “Yeah.” “Philly in on it?” “Yeah.” “One-Eye?” “Nope.” “Oh well—nothin’ to me who's in on it Get 'em—that’s all.” “One-Eye, he—er—er--kind of—er —er—." Jromfield seized a pen, wrote six words on a piece of paper and flicked it across the desk. “Give him that,” he said. Mike picked up the paper, glanced at it, stuffed it in his shoes. “This is Monday,” went on Brom- field. “How soon?” “Wednesday night, mebbe.” “Right. Take a drink and beat it.” Mike did foth of those things, On Thursday morning next Mr. Col- by, in going through the letters on his office desk already opened by his secretary, encountered the following note: “Mr. William Bromfield presents bis compliments to Mr. Alexander Col by and requests the favor of a per sonal interview at Mr. Colby's office a presentiment that somehow, in some way, that necklace will come back.” Mr. Colby departed from his daugh- ter’'s drawing room that afternoon a little happier than he had been for some time. For weeks he had leen convinced of her unhappiness. Not a word had ever been exchanged be- tween them upon that subject, but he knew, and she knew that he knew. Until she spoke he would continue to be silent. But he believed that the thing must come to a separation. He believed, too that Waterman would fight if he could. He had wisked for a weapon which he could use if it ever came to a fight. Now, at least, he had that weapon. CHAPTER .X It was in the month of October that Jim Stanley had departed for the East. It was in the following October that he returned. Wilson had known for five days that he was on his way. He had received from San Francisco a telegram which said: Arriving on the 24th. Engage hotel accommoda- tions for two.” Wilson had done just that and no more—that is to say, he had held his tongue. And now, as he stood await- ing the arrival of the Limited, he wondered in whose company his em- ployer was returning. The heart of the little clerk beat a trifle faster as he stood there waiting. Not only was he to meet his best friend fter long separation—there was that, of course, but there was something more. He had a feeling that something exciting was about to happen. What it was he could not tell, but his sensations were those of a man who has covered his ears in anticipation of an explo- sica. Stanley’s quick eye caught Wilson's face the instant he emerged from the gate, followec by a company of por- ters loaded down with assorted lug- gage. He seized the clerk’s hand in both of his own. “Well, well, Frank,” he cried, with boyish enthusiasm. “God bless your soul! Here you are, eh? Here you are. I knew you'd be here. I'm d—n glad to see you, Frank!” “Thank you, sir,” was all Wilson could say. He had no way of ex- pressing what he felt, but it was not necessary. Stanley knew quite well. Still holding Wilson’s band, he turned and glanced over his shoulder to a waiting figure which, even in this place of cosmopolitan apparitions. seemed most strange. The figure was that of a man, not old, yet certainly i.ot young, not far from the height of Stanley himself, clad from neck to feet in oriental robes, girdled at the waist. Upon his head he wore a tur ban. Of his features the eyes and nose alone were clearly visible, for the rest of his face was darkly beard ed to his cheek bones. The stranger fixed his steady eyes upon the sec- retary. “Frank,” said Stanley, while the group of porters shifted uneasily un- der their burdens, “1 want you to know my very good friend, Swami Ramanara—Swami, my Secretary, Mr. Wilson.” “How do you do, Mr. Wilson,” said the Swami in his slow, precise and careful English. “Mr. Wilson has been in charge of my affairs during my absence in the East. You will probably see a good deal of him during your stay in New York, for he is sure to find many ways of making himself useful to you. He has a gift for that sort of thing.” And again Stanley turned upon Wilson the smile that th< little man loved. “1 should be most happy,” he said. His arms folded upon his breast, the Swami inclined his head gravely. “And now, Frank,” said Stanley, “let’s get along.” As the taxi whisked away from the terminal, Stanley peered eagerly through the window. Upon the south: east corner there stood a skyscraper On the day that Stanley had left New York the place had been a hole in the ground. He said this to the Swami. who merely murmured, “Ah.” “I'm afraid.” laughed Stanley to Wilson, “I'm afraic that we're going to have a hard time surprising the | NBEEE Re Swami, He has seen and known so many wonders in the spiritual world that our waterial miracles may not interest him much.” “All these things,” murmured the Swami, with a slight gesture that summed up all New York, “are of the moment. The spiri: is eternal.” The three men dined together in Stanley’s apartment in the hotel, "Wil- son allowing himself to be persuaded to remain. After the meal, Stanley asked, “Well, what is the news?” “Oh, nothing of any great fmpor- tance,” answered Wilson. He had news enough, but this was not the mo- ment to tell it. “Waterman. well? And—Mrs. Water- man?” continued Stanley. “I beNeve so.” “I want io see them right away. Ex- cuse me.” He took up the telephone. “Plaza 2076, please—yes.” As he waited for the answer, Stan- ley continued. “They haven't either of them been very communicative, I got one letter from Waterman—wait- ing for me when I reached Yokohama —but none at all from Doris, Yes— “How Do You Do, Mr. Wilson,” Said the Swami in His Slow, Precise and Careful English, Plaza 2076? Yes—may TI speak with Mrs. Waterman? Just tell her it’s Mr. Wilson.” He smiled at the secre- tary, adding sotto voce, “I'll give her a little surprise.” In a moment he said: “Hello—yes —is that you—is that Doris? Yes, it’s me! It's Jim, all right. Couldn’t fool you, eh? I'm just in.—I'm very well, and you?—That's fine. When can I see you? How about this evening, after dinner?—Yes.—That'll be won- derful—yes. ‘How is Rollin? Good. All right, after dinner then—Ay re- wir.” During this conversation Wilson’ eyes never left Stanley's face. A Stanley’s ear caught for the first time the sound of the well-known voice, there flashed across his face & look that was not lost upon the secretary —a look that told in a fraction of a second th secret of his heart. If Wilson had been in any doubt before, that doubt was ended. Swiftly his nd worked. Ought he to tell Stan- ley everything thar he knew, and ev erything that he guessed ahout Water- man’s affairs and his relations with his wife? Or ought he to hold his tongue about it and let Stanley see for himself, make his own observa- tions, draw his own deductions—and Ss S answer questions when they were asked? As Stanley hung up the re. ceiver, Wilson decided to hold his tongue for the present, Doris Colby lung up the telephone receiver automatically. Her heart bounded in her breast. Jim Stanley vas back!—Jim!! A wave of happi- ness surged over her whole being. For the first time in months she was hap- py. In a little while she would see him again, take his hand, hear his voice— Ecstasy! A few moments of General Pickett, whose Civil war let- ters have recently been published once expressed himself to his wife on the character of Stonewall Jackson. His comment io particularly interest ing because of Allen Tate's biography of Jackson: “Lawton, who is one of his generals. says Old Jack holds himself as the god of war, giving short, sharp com mands, distinctly, rapidly, decisively. without consultation or explanation Jeing himself absolutely fearless, and having unusual mental and moral, as well as physical courage, he goes ahead on his own hook, asking no ad vice and resenting interference. He places no value on human !fe, caring for nothing as much as fighting, un less it be praying. Illness, wounds and all disabilities he defines as in efticiency, and Indications of a lack of patriotism. Suffering from insomnia he often uses his men as a sedative and when he can't sleep calls them up marches them out a few miles, then marches them back. He never praises hls men for gallantry, because fit is their duty to be gallant and they d¢ not deserve credit for doing their duty, sensation, then a chilling thought. What should she say to him? Swiftly her mind reviewed the events of her life since Jim had gone uw vay. She could not talk of that— she must not let him guess to what a pass things had come, There had been changes enough in many ways, but she suddenly realized that nothing had changed in relation to Jim. Nothing—yet everything. Then she had believed him to be a scoundrel. She had accepted Nina Morgan's story at its face value. Now she disbe- lieved it utterly She had recovered her faith in Stanley. Why? Why? It was illogical. in it. Why was it? At this instant the door of her morning room opened, and her hus- band appeared, Instantly, with terrifying illumination of a flash of lightning the answer flashed upon her. It was because she loved Jim Stan- ley! This she knew suddenly, beyond peradventure of doubt, as she looked upon her husband. In the great white light of this illumination all her life | suddenly took on a new meaning, a | new value. Cold dark lighted up, old proportions were re- arranged. Her husband was there, bit he meant nothing. Jim had re- turned! Tn a little while she would see him! else. What Waterman said to her and what she answered him she couli never remember. It was not until they sat at dinner half an hour later that she was able to think. Her first impulse was to telephone Stanley not to come. That would be the wise thing to do. She must have time to get herself together, to determine what she ought to do, organize her forces to carry fit through. She had plenty of time dur ing the meal for reflection. She and Rollin had little to say to each other these days that was not perfunctory. Just now he himself had sufficient ma- terial for reflection, so that the meal passed in alu ost total silence. In the drawing-room, after dinner. he broke a silence that had lasted some moments. “Doris, old girl,” he said, “I’m sorry to be so dull tonight—but the fact is I'm terribly worried.” With an effort she turned her mind to what he was saying. “What's the matter?” “Oh, business, as usual.” “You've been speculating “Well—yes.” “I suppose 1 need scarcely remind again?” you that you promised me, not once, | but many times, to keep out of the | stock market.” “I know—" “And that you've repeatedly broken your promise.” “You don’t understand, Doris, There are times when it seems impossible to do anything else, and when a man gets as deep in a hole as T am. he'll take almost any chance to get out. He's got to.” “How deep is this hole you're in?” “Not so very deep, but it's deep enough to bury me in if 1 don’t get out of it.—Oh, 1 wouldn't tell you about it, if 1 weren't driven to it. It’s humiliating enough for a man to be forced to ask his wife for money. even If she has plenty of it.” Doris allowed herself the first jeer of her married life. “It's a humilia- tion,” she said, “to which you seem to have accustomed yourself pretty well. 1 don't mean to be ungenerous, but you know how often this has hap- pened.” There was no sense | the | places were | Ste could think of nothing | NEW YORK FARMERS NEVER WITH SKITH Agriculturists Have Consist- | ently Opposed Him. | Al Smith, swinging into the West in the hope of capturing the farmer vote, is preceded by the devastating state- went of Charles S. Wilson, former commissioner of agriculture of New York state, to the effect that New York farmers have been definitely against him in each of his five cam- paigns for the governorship. Mr, Wilson, himself a large farmer, has sent out broadcast an analysis of Smith's past five campaigns, showing that in each one he was elected by the vote of New York city, the seat | of Tammany politics. Outside of New York city, Smith fared thus in his five campaigns: In 1918, carried two counties; in 1920, carried none; in 1922, carried thir- teen out of fifty-seven; in 1924, car- | ried one; in 1926, carried four coun- ties. **As a candidate for governor,” said Wilson, “Smith would have been de- | feated, outside of New York city, at each of the elections in which the city gave him office, and usually he would have been snowed under. He would have failed by net losses rang- ing from 93,000 to 410,000. Election statistics show that he has been a local leader only, and a survey of sentiment in New York state show that many of his supporters as gov- ernor do not consider him of Pr#:i1- dential caliber. He has never been a state leader, because he has never gained the confidence of the state at large. “The same statistics manifest that the last two elections of Smith are far from proving that he has made any gains in the confidence of the state at large. On the contrary, the last two elections prove that he has lost a considerable share of the support he had previously control. intimately,” continued Wilson, and 1 the westerners to whom he is carrying his promises, | | that he has consistently failed to al- [ | want to warn | leviate the farm conditions of his own | state. All of his measures have been consistently blocked by the legisla- ture, and the attitude of the legisla- ture has been upheld by the farmers | in a body. “They have recognized clearly that it would be detrimental, if not suicid- | al, to entrust the gieat agricultural interests of the state to an agricul- tural board appointed by a Tammany governor. It must be remembered that New York is one of the leading agri- | cultural states of the Union, in spite | of the financial and industrial activ- ity which involves so much of its effort, and the farmers’ problems in many cases are parallel to those of the farmers in the farther west sec- tions. “Therefore, when they make it plain that shey have no confidence in the Smith farm relief proposals, they do so with the sincere hope that they may save their fellow agriculturists throughout the country from falling into a trap and being obliged to wait four more dreary years to rectify their error. They are solidly behind Hoover and his farm relief plans.” “That’s true enough,” he admitted. | “I've no excuse except that I've had | the rottenest luck that anyone could imagine. Everything I’ve touched has gone wrong, and now, well,—if | can’t raise $35,000 by tomorrow morning, I | shall be completely wiped ont.” “You mean the business— 2” “Oh, no, no,” he said hastily, “the business is all right. This is my per- sonal account.” Doris had not been listening to his tergiversations for the better part of a year without being able to tell when | he was lying. She knew that he was lying now. but she only said, “An right, Rollin, I'll write you my check for $35,000, with the understanding that this is absolutely the last time. I'm perfectly willing to give you an allowance, since that is the kind of man you are, apparently. t get caught again in the stock market, it's at your own risk. Is that under- stood ?” (TO BE CONTINUED.) AOBCAORCAORCAORORRORCRIRRORORIRORRD as Sized Up by Picket: “Well, 1 only pray that God may ' spare him to us to see us through. if General Lee had the northern re sources, he would soon end the war; Old Jack can do it without resources.” —From a Minton Batch & Cec. Bulle- tin, A Fellow Newsboy It was raining. 4 little rewsboy hurriedly turned a corner just in time to bump into a larger newsboy com- ing around in the qpposite direction The little fellow fell and dropped his papers into the gutter—ruined! The other assisted the wee fallen brother to his feet, brushed him off—and divided his papers with him. Both departed in high spirits. —<jclumbus Dispatch. What Ed Howe Likes I love accomplishments, good taste, success. The greatest enjoyment | find in a “show” 1s the cleverness of those who attract the audience. | like to see people attract attention; displow taste amd sense, earn large wages, and be wth their big pay.— E. Ww. Howe's Monthly, But if yoa | Women Will Approve Hoover’s Pzace Stand “The recent signing by 15 nations of Secretary Kellogg's peace treaty in Paris is undisputable evidence of the Republican party’s policy of interna- tional good will and understanding,” | William H. Hill, Hoover-Curtis cam- | paign chairman in New York, told a group of business men. “The treaty constitutes a founda- tion upon which Herbert Hoover, if elected, will proceed to build the greatest world peace structure ever dreamed of,” he said. “There is no question of his desire for peace amoug nations and, with this treaty, which | has been praised throughout the world, to begin with, he will be able to demonstrate further, the peacful intentions of America. “The Kellogg pact should constitute a new appeal to the women of the country to vote for Hoover and con- | tinue the policies of a Republican ad- | ministration which has shown itself so alert in grasping the opportunity to further international friendship,” said Mr. Hill. “Women, women’s clubs and women’s magazines have | long been striving for concrete evi- dence of the country’s desire for world peace and they have it in the Kellogg treaty and in the pronounce- ments of Hoover that he will not cease his efforts until actual world peace is obtained. It should encour- nge the thousands of women workers rin the Hoover campaign, moreover, because they have, for the first time, an issue of their own standing out | prominently in the pledges a Presi- dential candidate has made to the na- tion.” For Hoover and Law Gifford Pinchot, militant dry eru- sader and former governor of Penn- | sylvania, let it be known that Her- | ae Hoover's stand on the liquor question, above all else, was respon- sible for his decision, not only to sup- port the Republican nominee, but to take the stump for him. He said, “I'm for $loover and against Al Smith. | That goes without saying.” Asked his {| reason, he said: “I'm dry and for the Eighteenth amendment. A! Smith's wet and against it.” received | in the districts outside of Tammany | “New York farmers, knowing Smith | “have | no faith in his farm relief proposals, | HE WAS BUM DOG, BUT HE KNEW HOW TO PICK FRIEND Gets Into Trouble, But Is Lucky to Have Palled With Fireman. 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He has a lot of friends over there and there is one fine fellow, Fireman Fred Stockfish, who always takes Bum down to the butcher's shop and stands treat, Bum got in trouble one night (itin- erant airedales have a habit of get- ting in trouble) and he yowled and yowled all night, but nobody did any- thing except maybe to swear a couple of round oaths, Bum had a reason to howl, for he was on a tiny ledge jutting out down the Palisades cliffs and looking down 225 feet to an aban- doned rock quarry. The ledge was 75 feet below the top of the cliff. Meets With a Mishap. Some time during the night Bum had abandoned his chase of automo- biles and cats and gone after bigger game. He ended up with a crash in a little clump of bushes on the ledge. New { erable howling. Finally, next called the police. 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