Mrs. J. Geist was taken to the Gen-
eral hospital, ‘Wilkes-Barre, Sunday
night and underwent a, very serious
peration Monday morning. At last
report she was improving.
Gale Clark and family of Beaumont
spent Sunday with George Montross.
A reception was given eRv. Herbert
Munyon and wife Tuesday evening at
the M. E. Church.
~ Mr. and Mrs. Henry Ferris, formerfy
Miss Elgie Gable, have gone to keep-
ing house in the Sheffler house.
Robert Baird and wife of Kingston
pent Sunday with Mrs. Baird's par-
ents, Mr. and Mrs. J. W. Winter.
~ Henry Wells has moved on Horton
Bell's property.
We don’t think anyone got their
limit the first day of trout season in
ay vicinity, although some had
pretty good luck. Caddie Besteder
came in with eight nice ones.
Mrs. Lena Wilbur of Binghamton is
] Siting relatives in ths place.
~ Mrs. Fannie Evans is on the sick
Be She is reported to’ be somewhat
improved.
~ Dr. C. L. Boston of Noxen made
professional calls on Mrs. J. D. Frantz
and Miss Mary Besteder on Monday
evening.
The Canary Bird division of the
Ladies’ Aid Society will soon give the
play, “Go Slow, Mary.” Watch for
further notice. Some of the famed
actors and actresses of the old Grange
dramatic club will be in this play,
along with some good new ones.
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LUZERNE COUNTY
SEALED PROPOSALS
‘Sealed proposals will be received by
the Controller of Luzerne County at
Barre, Pa., (and no other place) until
Monday, April 28, at 11 a. m. for con-
struction of EXTENSION TO BRIDGE
~ No. 733, Lake Township, Luzerne
County, in accordance with plans and
specifications on file in the office of
gene County Engineer.
Copies of plans and specifications
can be obtained, from the County
Engineer upon deposit of ten ($10.00)
dollars.
~ Each bid must be accompanied by a
certified check in the sum of two
hundred and fifty ($250.00) dollars,
“made payable to the Treasurer of Lu-
zerne County. Check of successful
bidder will be retained by the County
~ Controller as a guarantee that bidder
will enter into contract and furnish
~ surety bond within (10) days from
~date of award.
3 ‘Envelopes to be marked “Proposals
for Extension of Bridge No. 733.”
~The right to reject any or all bids
is reserved by the County Commis-
sioners.
3 LEONARD D. MORGAN,
County Controller.
"LUZERNE COUNTY
SEALED PROPOSALS
Sealed proposals will be received by
the Controller of Luzerne County at
his office in the Court House, Wilkes-
pu Barre, Pa., (and no other place) until
~ Monday, April 28, at 11 a. m. for con-
‘struction of Bridge No. 5; Dorrance
Township, Luzerne County, in accord-
ance with plans and specifications on
Tle in‘ the office of the County
Engineer.
Copies of plans and specifications
“can be obtained from the County
Engineer upon deposit of ten ($10.00)
‘dollars.
Each bid must be accompanied by a
certified check in the sum of five
“hundred ($500) dollars made pay-
‘able to the Treasurer of Lu-
‘zerne County. Check of successful
bidder will be retained by thd County
Controller as a guarantee that bidder
will enter into contract and furnish
surety bond within (10) days from
date of award.
Envelopes to be marked “Proposals
for Construction of Bridge No. 5.”
The right to reject any or all bids
is reserved by the County Commis-
sioners.
> LEONARD D. MORGAN,
County Controller.
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LUZERNE COUNTY
SEALED PROPOSALS
~ Sealed proposals will be received by
the Controller of Luzerne County at
‘his office in the Court House, Wilkes-
Barre, Pa., (and no other place), un-
til 11 o'clock a. m., Monday, April 28,
for furnishing Imuzerne County with
ONE LEATHER BELT FOR USE ON
ELEVATOR PUMP, in accordance
th specifications and instructions to.
bidders on file in the office of the
County Commissioners.
~~ Proposals must be accompanied by 2
certified check in the sum: of twenty-
© five ($25.00) dollars, made payable to
the Treasurer of Luzerne County.
Envelopes to be marked “Proposals
for Leather Belt.”
The right to reject any or all bids
1s reserved by the County Commis-
sioners:
LEONARD D. MORGAN,
County Controller.
LUZERNE COUNTY
SEALED PROPOSALS
~ Sealed proposals will be received by
the Controller of Luzerne County at
his office in the Court House, Wilkes-
Barre, Pa., (and no other place) until
11 o’clock a. m., Monday, April 21st,
for furnishing Luzerne County with
one LOADER OF THE BELT CON-
VEYOR TYPE in accordance with
specifications wand instructions to
bidders on file in the office of the
County Engineer.
Proposals must be accompanied by
a certified check in the sum of fifty
: $50.00) dollars, made payable to the
Treasurer of Luzerne County.
Envelopes to be marked “Proposals:
for Loader.”
The right to reject any or all bids
s reserved by the County Commis-
his office in the Court House, Wilkes:
J and went back to his room.
sioners.
County Controller.
”’
(Continued From Last Week)
He stopped long enough in the city
to discover many unpleasant truths.
Shares which he held in considerable
quantities were sliding steadily down
the list. He met his broker, a cold-
blooded man, who ‘laid before him a
statement of account which made
Danton Morell go cold.
Danty letf the city in a state of
desperation ,and arived af his flat at
the same time was the lawyer's flerk
who served him with a writ for 140
pounds from his tailor—the tenth writ
Danty had received in the past mo
Pi Coles, his so-called valet, took his
coat and hat.
“Any luck?” asked the little man
with the east and familiarity of one
who was addressing a friend.
“No luek, Pi,” said Danty with a
twisted smile. “But every cloud has
its silver lining.”
He did not realize that the silver
lining in. this case radiated from one
called Connor. To do him justice, Mr.
Connor was unaware of the fact that
he was destined to assist the head of
a rival gang.
CHAPTER XXII!
Counterplot J
Gunner Haynes and his guest sat
in conference. Luke was still feeling
the effect of the drug. His ~ heag
throbbed at the slightest noise, and’
during the day he had consumed, un-
countable quantiies of tea.
“Theres’ the situation,” said Haynes.
“Connor knows who you are. Natural-
ly, I am not blaming you for
him, though you could not have ex-
pected him to believe you were a man
of substance—"
“Not so very substantial,” smiled
Luke. " “You wired to my wife, you
say?” ?
The Gunner nodded.
“I sent a telegram in Connor's name,
putting off the appointment,” he said.
“I should imagine it was not till night,
because Connor would not risk detec-
tives seeing Mrs. Maddison
his wharf.
go. into
If she doesn’t turn up,
Connor will naturally 'make a call on
her tomorrow; but a lot of things
might happen before then.”
“Suppose I saw Bird—" began Luke.
The Gunner shook his head.
“I've no great love for the police,
although I've a mighty respect for the
Sparrow,” he said. “But I can tell
you this, that if you were the Duke
of Ooojah they would have to pinch
you for that raid on Tiffanny’s. You
see, your fatal mistake was to give
the shop assistant a punch on the jaw.
That made you a willing agent in the
matter. If you’d stepped out of the
car and given the lady into custody,
and then explained your position there
would have ben no harm except a few
flaring headlines in the evening news-
papers. But you didn’t. oYu became
an accessory the moment you gave the
shop assistant a punch and assisted
your lady friend to escape. Anyway,
whatever happens ,you couldn’t escape
a lot of unpleasant publicity—or your
wife either. That seems to me the
one thing you do not wish. No, I've
got to find another way of getting you
back into’ society.”
His lips curled at the word;
evidently secretly amused.
“But if Conor sees my wife tomor-
row, what then?’ asked Luke.
The Gunner considered this question
for a little time.
“He mustn't see her. I thing that
can be managed. It is a pity that
Sparrow arrived when he did—other
wise, I should have had the solution
in both hands. As it is, I don’t think
we shall have a great deal of diffi-
culty.” ”
He knelt down by the side of Luke's
bed, groped. heneath and pulled out
the case of a portable typewriter.
This he unfastened, and putting the
little machine on the table, he took a
sheet of paper and began to type
laboriously. . . .
Connor, striding impatiently up and
down his room, looking from time to
time at his watch, heard a knock at
the gate and ran eagerly to open the
wicket. It was a small boy with. a
letter. Connor snatched it from the
boy, slammed the wicket in his face
he was
The letter was typewritten and be-
gan without preamble.
I'm afraid I can’t some to see you
tonight. The neighborhocd is so
dreadfully squalid that I fear my
presence would be noticed by the
police. Can you meel me by the
edge of the Serpentine at ten o’clock
tonight (about a hundred paces from
the bridge; there will be nobody
there at that time)? But you must
supply me with proof that my hus-
band is the man about whom you
are speaking.
It bore no signature, but there was
a postscript.
P. S. 1 do hope you have not told
telling/|
| wait another twenty-four *.
COPYRIGHT
about Mr. Maddison. Te ~alled to-
day, but I would not see him.
Margaret was dressing in prepara-
tion for her interview when the tele-
gram came. It was brief.
Cannot see you tonight. Same
time tomorrow night. Connor.
In a sense sb¢ was reliesed though
she wo'ild have been glad to have
ended the state of suspense in which
she was living. She had a wtid idea
of taking with her a larg: sum of
money, and with that inten.on had
bank. She had revised this plan,
however, and the money was now in
ter safe. If it was blckiual, and
these people wanted paying they
could wait a few hours. Sha did net
know the neighborhood into which she
was going, but she guessei from its
locality that it was not “he place
where an unprotected woman would
carry a large sum of money with im-
punity. SE
As sha put the money away she
caught a glimpse of an envelope
which gave her a little heartache. It
contained poor Rex's
message.
last scrawled
Several times she had been
on the point of putting
vented her. There was.a tine when
she needed .the stimulation “to her
hatred which that pitable note sup-
bring Ter to disaster. Now she must
vars before
she resolved her doubts.
She heard the doorbell ring,
her footman came in. /
“A rian wishes to see you, madam.
I think he’s been here baf,re--a Mr.
Haynes.”
At first she did not grasp who was
meant, and then
called the earlier
in a flash she re-
visit, Here at any
rate was a man who was friendly dis .
posed toward Luke.
“Bring him up, please,” she said.
Now she recalled more vividly the
previous interview she had had with |
him. He had told her that Danty
Morell was a man whom no decent
women should know, and she had rung
for the servant and had him shown
out. But he was friendly to Luke,
had spoken of some service which he
had rendered to him, and
would find an ally.
Haynes was not prepared for the
kindness of the welcome. In a sense
it was a little embarrassing. He had
come not to give but to seek informa-
tion. It was vitally necessary that hie
should not betray the fact that he
had any communication with Luke.
“I'm afraid I was very rude to you
the last time you came, Mr. Haynes,”
she said as she sat down behind her
little desk and signalled him to sit
“You rather hurt my feelings about
a—,” she hesitated—*a, friend of mine,
who isn’t so much of a friend as he
was,” she smiled.
The Gunner nodded.
“That's the best news I've heard for
a long time,” he said. *“I was a little
impertinent. I rermember I asked
you why your husband left you. I
wonder you didn’t send for the police.”
She laughed at this.
“Do you know where my husband
is now?” she asked, and when he
shook his head her heart sank.
She had had a vague idea that this
man might have come into touch with
his benefactor. .
“I can tell you where Mr. Morell is
now,” he said, with a twinkle in his
here she
| eyes, “but that’s not going to help you
very much. I've come to repeat my
impertinence, Mrs. Maddison. . At the
back of my mind I've got a notion I
can help you and your husband, who,
I have reason to believe, is in Spain.” »
IIe said this deliberately, his ey es
challenging hers.
“But—" she began.
“I believe he’s in Spain. If a man’s
in Spain he can’t be in London, can
he? And if he’s a gentleman at large
in Spain, taking long hikes through
the country, he can’t be burgling Tif-
fanny’s or getting himself mixed up
with Connor.”
“You know, then?” she interrupted
quickly. “I was seeing that man to-
night, but he sent me a wire—"
“I sent you the wire,” said Gunner
Haynes coolly. “That engagement of
yours has ‘got to be put off in-
definitely.”
“How did you know?” she de-
manded. } ;
The Gunner smiled cryptically.
“I've got a whole lot of sources of
information that I am not making
public,” he said. “The point I want
to make with you is this—your hus-
band is in Spain. You've had letters
from him, which unfortunately you've
a man named Haynes this story
destrored.” .
drawn a thousand pounds from the i
that envelope |
s . - 3 )
into the fire, but something had pre-
plied. But that time had passes. The
\
boy's dead hand still lay en her, had
wrecked Luke's life and might yet
snd |
preser ay came a tap on the door and
BY EDGAR WALLACE
She understood now. Did he come
from Luke? There could be no other
expianation for his knowledge, and she
put the question bluntly.
“I haven’t been to Ronda for years,”
said the Gunner calmly. “And if I had
been, and met your husband, Le
wouldn't know that I was coming to
see you. Now, Mrs. Maddisor:, I'm go-
ing to ask you that impertincat ques-
tion all over again: exactly why did
your husband leave you? No. no, I
don’t mean that. I know why he left
you. But why did you suddenly leave
him-flat?
your husband doesn’t know that
vou know—and Danty.
knows.”
Only
I guess Danty
She was silent; but she realized at
that moment just why she had not
destroyed Rex’s last note. She had
kept it to show Luke some day, and
demand from him the explanation she
should have asked for when it came
to her. It was her justification—the
only one she could have for her con-
duct.
“That is an extraordinary request
for a stranger to make, Mr. Haynes,
and I don't know whether to enlighten
you or not.”
then, turning abruptly, walked out of
the room. Haynes picked up his hat
from the floor and’ rose, thinking Me
interview was at an, end. But in three
minutes she was back again with a
little envelope in her hand.
| body knows but me and Mr. Morell,” |
she said. “When my poor brother
shot pimp this note was found in|
| his room.’
| She took from the envelope two
telephone slips and passed them to him.
Gunner Haynés read:
\
Margaret, darling, I have lost.
For months I have been gambling. |
Today I took a desperate step on
the advice of Luke Maddison. He
has led me to ruin—money is his
god. T beg of you not to trust
him. He has led me from one act
of folly to another. God bles you.
REX.
He read it twice and .then looked
up. “Is this your brother’s handwrit-|
ing? }
She nodded. |
I don’t know that; T'll bet|
She stood for a.:moment silent, and |
| “I'm telling you something that no-|
etl |
crime.”
“Could you swear to it?”
“Yes, I'm sure it's his. I’ve hun-
dreds of penciled notes from him, and
I couldn't possibly be mistaken.”
“Who found it?”
“Mr. Morell found it in Rex's room.
Poor, dear Rex had a servant, a very
trustworthy man, and he saw the note
before Mr. Morell put it in his pocket.”
“He didn’t read it, of course?” sug-
gested the Gunner. “The servant, 1
mean?”
“I don't think s0. He only saw the
note, and Mr. Morell hid it.”
The Gunner had an amazing mem-
ory. . He could from that moment re-
peat every word in the letter—there
was no need for him to take a copy,
and he handed it back to the girl.
“Naturally, you thought that your
husband was responsible for the death’
of your brother, and that was why
you—acted as you did.”
“He told you?” she challenged.
The Gunner neither denied nor
agreed. He stood frowning down at
the carpet, his hands pushed into his
pockets, his underlip outthrust.
“Queen bird, Danty,” he said after a
while, and she realized that he was
speaking as much to himself as to her.
“He used to .be a great hoarder of
trifles—I wonder if he’s got over it.
There's something of a miser about
Danty ,though he could never keep
money and never will. All crooks die
poor.” :
“Will—” she began, and stopped in
natural confusion.
She saw a smile dawn slowly in his
face.
“You were going to ask me, shall 1?
No, Mrs. Maddison, I shall
poor, unless I go mad. T’l1 never have
to work again—I'm a reformed char-
acter. That doesn’t mean,” he said
quickly “that I've got any notions that
I have heen following the wrong track.
I've krown that all life. Five
years swindler traded
me a block of shares in a copper mine.
They looked to be worth about
| value of the paper they were printed
on, but luckily I didn't throw them
into the fire. Copper was found on
the property whilst I was on remand
the other day, and I've sold at a big
profit. I shall only commit one more’
not die
my
ago a brother
the
She would have smiled at this, but
she saw something in his eyes which
froze the smile on her lips. Z
“Danty Morell has got to be pun-
ished one of these days—when I find
proof,” he said slowly.
He took his watch from his pocket.
“I've got rather an important en.
gagement, so, if you don’t mind, Mrs.
Maddison, rn go.
give any messages to. your hus!
because I don't know where he is. If
I did, I shouldn’t tell vou.”
“Is he well?” she asked anxiously.
“Pretty well,” said the Gunner.
He made no attempt to move, but
stood twiddling his watch guard.
“He'll want money,” he said sud-
denly, “and this sounds like the be-
ginning of the confidence trick. I can
let him have all he wants if there's
any need, but I think you'd better pro-
vide it, just to show your confidence
in me.” He chuckled at this. “Sounds
like Danty, at his worst! If you have
any hesitation, Mrs. Maddison, don’t
give it to me. I shall want about two
hundred pounds, but three hundred
would be better.”
She went out of the room and re.
turned with a small pad of notes.
“Four hundred will be better still,”
she said, and he thrust the money into
his pocket without counting it.
“Seems a pretty easy game.
didn’t start earlier,” he said. “Dant
the lad! There isn’t a finer tale teller
in the world.”
He jerked out his hand, and she
took it.
“I'll be seeing you again, Mrs. Mad-~
dison—perhaps some day when you're
going to Ronda yowll let me travel
on the same train, in case some of
the real con men get hold of you!”
(Continued Next Week)
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