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CONTENTS 

A Question of Latitudb , 

The Sfy 

37 

The Messengers .... -, 

73 

A Wasted Day 

97 

A Charmed Life .... 

"5 

The Amateur j 

The Make-Believe Man ,^, 

Peace Manoeuvres ... <,^- 

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ILLUSTRATIONS 

"Then, how did you suppose your sister was going to 

read it?" FrotUispiece 

yAcnoMOB 
Schnitzel was smiling to himself 5a 

"Schnitzel, you certainly are a magnificent liar" . . 58 

" I think," said Ainsley, " they have lost their way " 90 

"Was it you," demanded young Andrews, in a puz- 
zled tone, "or your brother who tried to knife 
me?" 108 

Mr. Thomdike stood irresolute, and then sank back 

into his chair n5 

"Do I look as easy as that, or are you just naturally 

foolish?" ig2 

She was easily the prettiest and most striking-looking 

woman in the room igg 



A QUESTION OF LATITUDE 



A QUESTION OF LATITUDE 

OF the school of earnest young writers at 
whom the word muckraker had been thrown 
in opprobrium, and by whom it had been caught 
up as a title of honor, Everett was among the 
younger and less conspicuous. But, if in his skir- 
mishes with graft and corruption he had failed to 
correct the evils he attacked, from the contests he 
himself had always emerged with credit. His sin- 
cerity and his methods were above suspidon. No 
one had caught him in misstatement, or exag- 
geration. Even those whom he attacked, admitted 
he fought fair. For these reasons, the editors of 
magazines, with the fear of libel before their eyes, 
regarded him as a "safe" man, the public, feehng 
that the evils he exposed were due to its own indif- 
ference, with uncomfortable approval, and those 
he attacked, with impotent anger. Their anger 
was impotent because, in the case of Everett, the 
weapons used by their class in "striking back" 
were denied them. They could not say that for 
money he sold sensations, because it was known 

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Once Upon a Time 

that a proud and wealthy parent mipplied him 
with all the money he wanted. Nor in hit private 
life could they find anything to offiet his attackt 
upon the misconduct of others. Men had been 
^nt to spy upon him, and women to lay traps. 
But the men reported that his evenings were spent 
at his club» and, from the women, those who sent 
them learned only that Everett "treats a lady just 
as though she is a lady." 

Accordingly, when, widi much trumpeting, he 
departed to investigate conditions in the Congo, 
there were some who rejoiced. 

The standard of life to which Everett was ac- 
customed was high. In his home in Boston it 
had been set for him by a father and mother who, 
though critics rather than workers in the worid, 
had taught him to despise what was mean and 
ungenerous, to write the truth and abhor a com- 
promise. At Harvard he had interested himself 
in munidpal reform, and when later he moved to 
New York, he transferred his interest to the prob- 
lems of that dty. His attack upon Tammany 
Hall did not utterly destroy that organization, but 
at once brought him to the notice of the editors. 
By them he was invited to tilt his lance at evils in 
other parts of the United States, at "systems," 
trusts, convia camps, municipal misrule. His 

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A Question of Latitude 

work had met with a measure of lucceM that 
•eemed to juttiry LowdTs Weekly in tending him 
further afield, and he now was on hit way to tell 
the truth aboutthe Congo. Permnally, Everett waa 
a healthy, clean-minded enthutiatt. He poMetwd 
all of the advantagei of youth, and all of iti intol- 
erance. He was tuppowd to be engaged to Flor- 
ence Carey, but he was not. There wai , however, 
between them an "underiunding," which under- 
•unding, as Everett understood it, meant that until 
she was ready to say, "I m ready," he was to 
think of her, dream of her. /rite love-letters to her, 
and keep himself only fo* her. He loved her veiy 
dearly, and, having no choice, was content to 
wait. His content was fortunate, as Miss Carey 
seemed inclined to keep him waiting indefinitely. 

Except in Europe, Everett had never travelled 
outside the linuts of his own country. But the 
new land toward which he was advancing held 
no terrors. As he understood it, the Congo was 
at the mercy of a corrupt "ring." In eveiy part 
of the United States he had found a city in the 
dutch of a corrupt ring. The conditions would 
be the same, the methods he would use to get at 
the truth would be the same, the result for reform 
would be the same. 
The English steamer on which he sailed for 

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Once Upon a Time 

ta^J?^^ on. lM.«| by the Indtpendtm 
Stttt of the CtM^ end, with t few exceptkmt. 

r!f P^***^" '^^ wbjecti of Ki>g Leopold 
On board, the hnpuigt wie French, at table the 
wen eat according to die rank they held in die 
administration of die jungle, and each in hit but- 
tonhole woie die dny silver star diat showed diat 
for three years, to fill die storehouses of die King 
of the Belgjans, he had gadiered rubber and ivoiy. 
in die smofang-room Everett soon discovered diat 
|«Meiigers not in die service of diat king, die 
£ngfash and Gemwn officers and traders, held 
afcof from the Belgians. Their attitude toward 
Jem seemed to be one pardy of contempt, pardy 

"Are your English protectorates on die coast, 
then, so much better admimstered ?" Everett 
asked* 

The EngKsh Coastw, who for ten years in Ni- 
ma had escaped fever and sudden deadi, hudied 
evasively. ^ 

«rL^i ^V^ "^' *^ '" *• ^^"^''^ ^ «»'d- 
Only know what diey tell one. But you'U see 

for yourself. That is," he added, 'WU see 
what they want you to see." 

They were leam'ng on die rail, widi dieir eyes 
turned toward die coast of Liberia, a gloomy green 

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A Quetdon of Latitude 

few M W|h M th. coeoiBut pdm,. Ai i .ub- 

Sd^'di^' "^ *^ •---'•««- » 

r-"i* !!! *^'> "«' Poi-tJnfr "the rW 
C«*/ unick on th. tocb. She wm . total low. 

Everett gaied iMpicioutlx « the imiiioved face 
or the veteran. 

thi hl^ »'*' *« '•■»• ^ck of that dKMe^M in 

Everett laughed with the aMuranee of one for 

atlTir" •""^'^'•^ "'"''•'• '^'^ 
"C^nnibalt," he mocked. "C - il, .^, 
o«t of date with pirate.. But perhap., • h. ,dW 
apo^caUy. "thi. happens) Zn»\L ago?" 

«n*'*?!?^. "^ ■»»»*•" »«!«• the trader/ 
But Libena «« perfectly good repubUc," pro- 
te««d Everett. "The bUck. there may not be a. 
fer .d«n«d a. in ,«.r colore., but Wre not 

"Monrovia i. a very wnaU part of Liberia." 
•aid the tnder diyly. "And nine of tbeee p^ 

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Once Upon a Time 

tectorates, or crown colonies, on this coast pre- 
tends to control much of the Hinterland. There 
is Sierra Leone, for instance, about the oldest of 
them. Last year the governor celebrated the hun- 
dredth anniversaiy of the year the British abol- 
ished slavery. They had parades and tea-fights, 
and all the blacks were in the street in straw hats 
with cricket ribbons, thanking God they were not 
as other men are, not slaves like their grand- 
fathers. Well, just at the height of the jubilation, 
the tribes within twenty miles of the town sent in 
to say that tl|ey, also, were holding a palaver, and 
it was to mark the fact that they never had been 
slaves and never would be, and, if the governor 
doubted it, to send out his fighting men and 
they'd prove it. It cast quite a gloom over the 
celebration." 

"Do you mean that only twenty miles from the 
coast — " began Everett. 

"Ten miles," said the Coaster. "Wait till you 
see Calabar. That's our Exhibit A. The clean- 
est, best administered. Eveiything there is model : 
hospitals, barracks, golf links. Last year, ten 
miles from Calabar, Dr. Stewart rode his bicycle 
into a native village. The king tortured him six 
days, cut him up, and sent pieces of him to fifty 
villages with the message: 'You eat each other. 

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A Question of Latitude 

Wi eat white chop/ That was ten miles from 
our model barracks." 

For some moments the muckraker considered 
the statement thoughtfully. 

"You mean," he inquired, "that the atrocities 
are not all on the side of the white men ?" 

"Atrocities ?" exclaimed the trader. "I wasn't 
talking of atrocities. Are you looking for them ?" 
I'm not running away from them," laughed 
Everett. ^'LowelVs Weekly is sending me to the 
Congo to find out the truth, and to try to help put 
an end to them." 

In his turn the trader considered the statement 
carefully. 

"Among the natives," he explained, painstak- 
ingly picking each word, "what you caU 'atroci- 
toes are customs of warfare, forms of punishment. 
When they go to war they expect to be tortured; 
they knw), if they're killed, they'll be eaten. The 
white man comes here and finds these customs 
have existed for centuries. He adopts them, be- 
cause " 

«'^^"^'"'""^"*^" interrupted Everett warmly, 
lliat does not excuse him. The point is, that 
with him they have not existed. To him they 
should be against his conscience, indecent, horri- 
Wel He has a greater knowledge, a much higher 

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Once Upon a Time 



mtel%«ee; he should lift the native, not link to 

The Coaster took his pipe from his mouth, and 
twice opened his Ups to speak. Finally, he blew 
the smoke into the air, and shook his head. 

"What's the use!" he exclaimed. 

"Tiy," laughed Everett. "Maybe I'm not as 
umntelbgent as I talk." 

"You must get this right," protested the aaster. 

It doesnt matter a damn what a man brings 
Here, what his training was, what he is. The 
thmg IS too sttong for him." 

"What thing?" 

"That!" said the Coaster. He threw out his 
arm at the brooding mountains, the dark lagoons, 
the glanng coast-line against which the waves 
8hot mto the air with the shock and roar of twelve- 
inch guns. 

■ "The first white man came to Sierra Leone five 
hundred years before arist," said the Coaster. 
And, m twenty-two hundred years, he's got just 
twenty miles inland. The native didn't need 
forts, or a navy, to stop him. He had three allies: 
those waves, the fever, and the sun. Especially 
tiie sun. The black man goes bare-headed, and 
the sun lets him pass. The white man covers 
ms head widi an inch of cork, and the sun stakes 



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A Question of Latitude 

Arough it and kills him. When Jameson came 
down the river from Yambuya, the natives fired 
on his boat. He waved his helmet at them for 
three minutes, to show them there was a white 
man in the canoe. Three minutes was all the sun 
wanted. Jameson died in two days. Where you 
are going, the sun does worse things to a man than 
fall .iim: It drives him mad. It Jceeps the fear of 
death m his heart; and that takes away his nerve 
and his .ense of proportion.. He flies into mur- 
derous fits, over silly, imaginary slights; he grows 
morbid, suspidous, he becomes a coward, and 
because he is a coward with authority, he becomes 
a bully. 

"He is alone, we will suppose, at a station three 
hundred miles from any other white man. One 
mormng his house-boy spills a cup of coffee on 
him, and m a rage he half kills the boy. He broods 
over that, until he discovers, or his crazy mind 
makes him thmk he has discovered, that in revenge 
Ae boy IS plotting to poison him. So he punishes 
him again. Only this time he punishes him as 
the black man has taught him to punish, in the 
only way the black man seems to understand; 
that IS, he tortures him. From that moment the 
fall of that man is rapid. The heat, the loneli- 
ness, the fever, the fear of the black faces, keep 

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Once Upon a Time 



And you." he mocked, "think vi>u r,- «f 
that man. and that hell Jlw. >"", ««> reform 

showed himself « kT^?- ^ '! ** "°'~»«' »>• 

.Jen. J:'r^„^„. b^«rrti'>^r- 

»«. wid. whom he can^ ;„™ °"^''>'. *« 
and traditions th^* • «*"»«• Assoaaoons 

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A Question of Latitude 

not heart even of Bowon. TTut he wa. the cor- 
r^pondw, of Ms ffeeU, meant k„ «, d^ 
who d.d not know that I^,W. ^,My «d«ed. 
And when, m confuaon. he profle«d his letter of 
««*^ the veor fact that it caUed for a tho„«„d 

•uffiaent evidence diat it had been forged or stolen 

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be taken at h.s face value. ,0 be refused at the 
mn Ae benefit of the doubt, was a «,vel seni! 
TC y« »°',«»P'~«'«- It was a relief not 
^^^^ f ^ " ^^"« *' Mucfcraker, a, 

h afforded hi, soul d,e san« relaxadon that his 
body received when, i„ his shin-sleeves i„ Ae 
swetenng smoking-room, he drank beer ^th a 

Not only tt> eve^r one was he a stranger, but to 

~""3'°*',r';r«'' - »««"/as to a^! 
p«ar unreal This did not prevent him from at 
ona lecogmzmg those things that were not stran« 

SientT^f °"'" incompetence, mis^f^! 
agement. He did not need the missionaries to 
Pomt out to h.m diat the Independent State of the 
Congo was not a colony admim7«,ed for the bine- 

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fit of -nany, but a vast rubber plantation worked 
by slaves to fill the pockets of one man. It was 
not in his work that Everett found himself con- 
fused. It was in his attitude of mind toward 
almost every other question. 

At first, when he could not make eveiything fit 
his rule of thumb, he excused the countiy toler- 
andy as a "topsy-turvy" land. He wished to move 
and act quickly; to make odiers move quickly 
He did not understand diat men who had sen- 
tenced themselves to exile for the official term of 
three years, c- fyr life, measured time only by the 
date of dieir release. When he learned diat even 
a wblegram could not reach his home in less than 
eighteen days, that die missionaries to whom he 
brought letters were a three mondis' journey from 
the coast and from each odier, his impatience was 
chastened to wonder, and, later, to awe. 

His education began at Matadi, where he waited 
until die nver steamer was ready to start for Leo- 
poldviUe. Of die two places he was assured Ma- 
tadi was die better, for die reason diat if you still 
were m favor widi die steward of the ship diat 
brought you soudi, he might sell you a piece of ice. 
Matadi was a great rock, blazing widi heat. 
Its narrow, perpendicular padis seemed to run 
widi burning lava. Its top, die main square of 

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the •etdement, was of baked clay, beaten hard by 
thouaandt of naked feet. Crossing it by day was 
an adventure. The air that swept it was the 
breath of a blast-furnace. 

Everett found a room over the shop of a Portu- 
guese trader. It was caked with dirt, and smelted 
of unnamed diseases and chloride of lime. In it 
was a canvas cot, a roll of evil-looking bedding, a 
wash-basin filled with the stumps of cigarettes. 
In a comer was a tin chop-box, which Everett 
asked to have removed. It belonged, the land- 
lord told him, to the man who, two nights before, 
had occupied the cot and who had died in it. 
Everett was anxious to learn of what he had died. 
Apparently surprised at the question, the Portu- 
guese shrugged his shoulders. 

"Who knows?" he exclaimed. The next mom- 
ing the English trader across the street assured 
Everett there was no occasion for alarm. "He 
didn't die of any disease," he explained. " Some- 
body got at him from the balcony, while he was 
in his cot, and knifed him." 

The English trader was a young man, a cockney, 
named Upsher. At home he had been a steward 
on the Channel steamers. Everett made him his 
most intimate friend. He had a black wife, who 
spent most of her day m a four-post bed, hung with 

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« home. eW7,Sp^'";J* ""' "'^•''««'' 
Ae morrow mu« not be iudLkJ^ l*^ .*' °" 

« wa. «« p3e Z''r*"« *« '■" •-d- heat 
tho,4ht of d^Il. '' * '^ "bout him, die 

•»•".. A.i:i:Settd"^::t:;-^»'>ocked 

reniote diat he had put it .riT ""*'"8e"'7 «> 
need mn «,„«,,«, u„S^ he C/: " n*!?^ !!' 
Maudi. at e^^ ™o„e„, ^^^ l^^^^ M 

ftng ac he found dead, «„« be fa^' " r ^" 

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A Question of Latitude 

•JVordng prepoddon. Upd«r d.cl««| A. odd. 
w« unftir. b«,u» d« Belgian wm «|ng hi. 

!«««»» the Ittlian could depend only upon hii 

^ S*^ The«,wid. puzzled inte»«, 
»n«.nded by „„«,, fti,„j ^/ "«^. 

^Z"" tT^ °^** •'■^'' « » •aen.S 

Eumpe. We Ae dominoe. clicked, die gl,M« 
«ng on d» .«n able.. d« oil lamp, dared u^ 
*e. palhd. ««ari„g face, of clerfa/u^^"^ 
»e. n«adng .ki„, of officer,; and die Ita«^ 

^Zhr^"^ '"'**•'' *"«ed. 8e.ricula,^. 
waiong for the moment to strike. 

*.n,. Eve.ybo.Jk„i!^t*tTr::„:t 
piV not to Jo somediing " ' 

"language wth which he once had been fanuTiar 
I W what you mean." he agreed. "SZ, 

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I wyl Whor Fiwn die coofuAn Into whiih 
E WW.*, .pp,^ to foir>«en memoriei h.d thiwrB 
Mi tai mind widdenly emened. "But whit-i the 
«j|er he d«»«ded. "Don', yo« ^e." he «^ 
pUm^ aijm.ph.ntly. -it the. two «qr men 
wwe fit to bntn to /««,, they'd have tenee enough 
not to kai each otherl" ^^^ 

E«ch Mcceeding evening Everett watched the 
two potentia] murdecen widi leMening intefest. 
He even made a bet wid. UpAer, of a botde of 
fnut Mlt. diat did chief of poBce would be die one 
to die. 

A few ij^ti later a man. groaning beneadi hit 
balcony, diiturbed hi. dumber.. He cur^d die 
m«B, and turned hi. pillow to find die cooler nde. 
But all dirou^ Ae ni^t die groan., diough 
W. broke into hi. dre«n.. AtintervJeJ^ 
traditwn. of paw conduct tugged at Eveiett*. 
deeve. and bade him riw and play die good Samar- 
ittn. Bn^ indignandy, he repubed diem. Were 
there not many odier.widiin hearing? Werediere 
"ot Ae police? Wu it hS pl,l to bind J^ 
wound, of drunken woker.? The groan, were 
probably a «ck, to endce him. unarmed. in» 

the night And », juw before die dawn, when 

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A Question of Latitude 

the mtttt roM, and the gitNiiit ceated, Everett* still 
•iiuim, tank with a contented tfgh into fomi. 
fulnetf. 

Wien he woke» theie wat beneath hit window 
much monkey-like chattering* and he looked 
down into die white face and giaaed eyes of the 
Italian doctor, lying in die gutter and staring up 
It him. Below his shoulder-blades a pm^ of 
blood shone evilly in die blatant sunlight 

Across die street, on his balcony* Upsher, in 
pajamas and mosquito boots, was shivering widi 
fever and sdlling a yawn. "You losel" he 
called. 

Later in die day, Everett analyzed his conduct 
of die mght previous. "At home," he told Up- 
•her I would have been telephom'ng for an am- 
bula ce, or been out in die street giving die man 
the 'first-aid' drill. But Kving as we do here, so 
dose to deadi, we see diings mote deariy. Deadi 
lojes Its importance. It's a bromide," he added. 
But ttavel certainly broadens one. Every day 
I have been in die Congo, I have been assimilating 
new ideas. Upsher nodded vigorously in assent. 
An older man could have told Everett diat he was 
assimilating just as mudi of die Congo as die 
rabbit assimilates of die boa-constrictor, diat first 
smodiers it widi saliva and dien swallows it. 

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Ooce Upon a Time 



Evtmt MMtad up the Gm^ in a mmII HMiMr 
•pw on dl «!« » the Min Md win, Md with 1 
2*"»-*«^ -fm that kick«l her fonraid at 
*e»i»offonririleiwihour. Once eveiv day. 
*e boat oed up to a tree and took on wood » 
l«sd her furnace, and Everett talked to the white 
nun ,n ch«,e of Ae wood poet^ or, if. a. it pn- 
eraUy happened, the white man wa. on hi. Uck 
with fever, doeed him with quinine. On boeid. 
•xcept for her captain, and a Finn who acted m 
«««ieer, Everett wa« the only other white man. 
The black oew and "wood-bcy." he khhi die- 
liked intenwly. At ftw, when Nanien. the Dan- 
Mh captain, and the Finn muck them, becauee 
tfiejr were in the way, or becauae they were not, 
Aveiett winced, and made a note r/ it But later 
he deaded die black, were inwient, .ullen. uo. 
Srateful; that a blow did them no harm. 

Accordii^ to the unprejudiced lenimony of 
tho« who, before d» war, in hi. own countnr, had 
owned .Uve., thoee of die "Southland" wen al- 
way. content alway. happy. When not rinring 
clo« harmony in die cotton-field., diey danced 
upon the levee, diey twanged die old banjo. But 
Hi«e .lave, of die Upper Congo were not happy. 
They did not dance. They did not .ing. At 
ame. their eye., dull, gloomy, deflMiring, Ughted 



A Question of Latitude 

i^A 1 MMMtii aombra lira, ^md nafdied die cm 
oftlMwliittiiiaii. ThexMcnwdtDb^oriiinitlie 
Miwtr to • tmiUe quMtioii. It wu ahrayi the 
ijime queMKNi. It had been tiked of Pharaoh. 
Th^ aeked it of Leopold. For houn, aquattiiig 
on the ifon deck^tet, humped on their naked 
haunches, crowding dow tofedier, they muttered 
apparently interminable critidtma of Everett 
Their eyes never left him. He reeented this un- 
cewiijgicrutiny. Itgotuponhitnervea. Hewaa 
sure diqr were evolving tome scheme to rob him 
ofhis tinned sausages, or, possibly, to kill him. It 
iw then he began to disUke them. In reaUQr* 
th^ wwe discussing the watch strapped to his 

^^ J^ ^^^^ «« ^« • powerful juju, to 
ward off evil spirits. They were afraid of it 

One day, to pay the chief wood-boy for a carved 
ptddfc, Everett was measuring a *r«/ of doth. As 
he had been taught, he held the doth in his teeth 

and sttetdied it to die ends ofhis finger-tips. The 
wood-boy dKHight die white man was giving him 
•hort measure. White men always W given him 
short measure, and, at a glance, he could not rec- 
ognize diat diis one was an Everett of Boston. 

So he opened Everett's fingers. 

M dieblood in Everett's body leaped to his 
lead. That he, a white man, an Everett, who 

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Once Upon a Time 

had come so far to set these people free, should be 
accused by one of them of petty thefti 

He caught up a log of fire wood and laid open 
the scalp of the black boy, from the eye to Ac 
crown of his head. The boy dropped, and Ev- 
erett, seeing the blood creeping through his kinky 
wool, turned ill with nausea. Drunkenly, through 

"xt z", / °^ ""'' ^"^ ^""^ '''"^^^ ^''outing. 
The hlackmgg^Tl The black nigger/ Retouched 
|TieI I /.// you, he touched mel" Capuin Nansen 
led Everett to his cot and gave him fizzy salts, 
but It was not undl sundown that the trembling 
and nausea ceased. 

Then, partly in shame, pardy as a bribe, he 
sought out the injured boy and gave him the entire 
roll of cloth. It had cost Everett ten francs. To 
die wood-boy it meant a year's wages. The boy 
hugged It in his arms, as he might a baby, and 
crooned over it. From under the blood-stained 
bandage, humbly, without resentment, he lifted 
his tired eyes to those of the white man. Still, 
dumbly, diey begged the answer to the same 
question. 

During the five mondis Everett spent up the 
nver he stopped at many missions, stations, one- 
man wood posts. He talked to Jesuit fathers, to 
mspecteurs, to collectors for the State of rubber, 

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A Question of Latitude 

taxes, elephant tusks, in time, even in Bangalese, 
to chiefs of the native villages. According to the 
point of view, he was tc U tales of oppression, of 
avance, of hideous crimes, of cv leWes committed 
in the name of trade hat were . -^normal, unthink- 
able. The note never was of hope, never of cheer, 
never inspiring. There was always the grievance, 
the spint of unrest, of rebellion that ranged from 
dishkc to a primitive, hot hate. Of his own land 
and life he heard nothing, not even when his face 
was again turned toward the east. Nor did he 
think of it. As now he saw them, the rules and 
pnnaples and standards of his former existence 
were petty and credulous. But he assured him- 
self he had not abandoned those standards. He 

Tft i!k^ A"?'^^'i'^ ^"'^^ *"™ »«*^«» « J^e had 
left behind him m London his frock-coat and silk 

hat Not because he would not use them again, 

but because in the Congo they were ridiculous. 

Forweeks,withamissionaiyasaguide,he walked 
through forests into which the sun never penetrated, 
or, on the river, moved between banks where no 
white man had placed his foot; where, at night, 
Ae elephants came trooping to the water, and, 
seeing the lights of the boat, fled crashing through 
^e jungle; where the great hippos, puffing and 
blowing, rose so close to his elbow that he could 

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Once Upon a Time 



have tossed his cigaiette and hit them. The vast- 
new of the Congo, toward which he had so jaun- 
oly set forth, now weighed upon his soul. The 
immeasurable distances; the slumbering disie- 
^rd of time; the brooding, interminable silences; 
the efforts to conquer the land that were so futile, 
80 puny, and so cruel, at first appalled and, later, 
lefthim unnerved, rebellious, childishly defiant. 

mat health was there, he demanded hotly, in 
holding m a dripping jungle to morals, to etiquette, 
to fashions of conduct ? Was he, the white man, 
mtelligent, trained, disdphned in mind and body, 
to be judged by naked cannibals, by chatterinir 
monkeys, by mammoth primeval beasts? His 
code of conduct was his own. He was a law unto 
himself 

He came down the river on one of the larger 
steamers of the State, and, on this voyage, ^Hth 
many fellow-passengers. He was now on his way 
home but in the fact he felt no elation. Each 
day die fever ran tingling through his veins, and 
left him listless, frightened, or choleric. One 
night at dinner, in one of these moods of irritotion, 
he tcok offence at the act of a lieutenant who, in 
lack of vegetables, drank from the vinegar bottle. 
Everett protested that such table manners were 
unbecoming an officer, even an officer of th« 

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A Question of Latitude 

Congo; and on the lieutenant resenting his criti- 
cism, Everett drew his revolver. The others at 
the table took it from him, and locked him in his 
cabm. In the morning, when he tried to recall 
what had occurred, he could remember only that, 
for some excellent reason, he had hated some one 
with a hatred that could be served only with death. 
He knew it could not have been drink, as each day 
Ae State allowed him but one half-bottle of claret. 
That but for the interference of strangers he might 
have shot a man, did not interest him. In the out- 
come of what he regarded merely as an incident, 
he saw cause neidier for congratulation or self- 
reproach. For his conduct he laid the blame 
upon the sun, and doubled his dose of fruit 
salts. 

Everett was again at Matadi, waiting for the 
J^Jigerta to take on cargo before returning tc Liv- 
erpool. During the few days that must intervene 
before she sailed, he lived on board. Although 
now actually bound north, the thought afforded 
him no satisfaction. His spirits were depressed, 
his mind gloomy; a feeling of rebellion, of out- 
lawry, filled him with unrest. 

While the ship lay at the wharf. Hardy, her 
Enghsh captain, Cuthbert, the purser, and Everett 
ate on deck under the awning, assailed by electric 



Once Upon a Time 



ftn.. Each wa. clad ,„ „od„„g more in'trieate • 
man pajamas. 

"To-night," announced Hardy, with a «A. <• we 
got to dress ship. Mr. Ducret and his wife are 

I got to stand h.m a dinner and champagne. Vou 

Sprench"'^"'''^' """"* """ '"'''•"'* »"'' 
"I'll dine on shore," growled Everett. 
Better meet diem." advised Cuthbert. The 
pu«er was a pink^heeked, clear-eyed young man, 
who spoke the many languages of the coast glibly 
aud h,s own m d,e soft, detached voice of a well- 
bred Eng hshman He was in training to enter 
Ae consular service. Something in his poise, in 
the assured manner in which he handled his white 
rewards and the black Kroo boys, seemed to 
„^ » «»>»ttnt reproach, and he resented him. 
1 hey-re a picturesque couple." explained Cuth- 
bert DuCTet was originally a wresder. Used to 
d.allenge all comers from die front of a boodi. 

!l!l T l"" """ " *» '™y " Senegal, 
and when he was mustered out moved to Ae 

French Congo and began to trade, in a small way. 

•n ivoiy. Now he's the biggest merchant, physt 

1-ake Chad. He has a house at BrazzaviUe built 

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A Question of Latitude 

of mahoginy, ^nd a grand piano, and his own ice- 
plant. His wife was a suppcr^rf at Maxim's. 
He brought her down here and married her. 
Eveiy ramy season they go back to Paris and run 
race-horses, and they say the best table in eveiy 
all-night restaurant is reserved for him. In Paris 
they call her the Ivoiy Queen. She's killed seven- 
teen elephants with her own rifle." 

In the Upper Congo, Everett had seen four 
white women. They were pallid, washed-out, 
bloodless; even the youngest looked past middle- 
age, /or him women ofany other type had ceased 
to exist. He had come to think of eveiy white 
woman as past middle-age, with a face wrinkled 
by the sun with hair bleached white by the sun, 
with eyes from which, through gazing at the sun, 
all light and lustre had departed. He thought of 
them as always wearing boots to protect their 
anWes from mosquitoes, and army helmets. 

When he came on deck for dinner, he saw a 
woman who looked as though she was posing for 
a photograph by Reutlinger. She appeared to 
have stepped to the deck directly from her electric 
Vienna, and the Rue de la Paix. She was tall,' 

and her hair bnlhantly black, drawn, a la Merode 
across a broad, fair forehead. She wore a gown 

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Once Upon a fime 



2 ^ '"f'^'T"" ••«' »• delicate a. , brid.l 
in a cuitajn, hung inoi« lace Wl..« .k 

elegant, smart, jo/W He Irn^« /^ansienne, 
-ighe « Madrid or ^'A^^onW^hf ^;^ ^ 

ihey m,ght lack that something thi, rirl fiim 
If^. * r? '*<'-*he «PWt thaf had ca^u„d h" 
B,.l ••« '•"«'>a„d i„« the depths of darkness 
Bu^outwardl,. for show purposes^ they were e:rn 

anfrer'^worid "Ihf "" "° '^"^' '""■» 
nomer world. She was unique. To his fam- 

^ eyes, starved senses, and fever-drivrbS 
she was her enti« sex personified. She l^Tl 

.ng, soothmg. maddening; if need be. to be fowht 
for; the one thing to be desired 0„n^ T ^ 
the tahk !.«. I. L """ef"*"- "pposite. across 
tte table, her husband, the ex-wrestler. rA<,x«ar 
J^A/n^,, elephant poacher, bulked la;^ as an 
ox. Men felt as well as saw his bignef Ca^ 



A Question of Latitude 

ttin Hardy deferred to him on matten of trade. 
Il>e purser deferred to him on questions of ad- 
numsnation. He answered them in his big way. 
with b.g thoughts, in big figures. He wa, fif« 
years ahead of his time. He beheld the Coneo 
open to the world; in the forests where he had 
hunted elephants he foresaw gnat "factories." 
mmmg camps, railroads, feeding gold and copper 
ore to the trunk line, from the Cape to Cairo. Hi, 
Ideas weie d,e ideas of an empire-builder. But, 
while the other, liwened, fascinated, hypnotized. 
Everett .aw only the woman, her eyes fixed on her 
husband, her fingers turning and twisting her 
diamond nngs. Every now and again she raised 
her eyes |oEverett almost reproachfully, as though 
to say "Why do you not listen to him ? It is 
much better for you than to look at me." 

When they had gone, all through the sultry 
mgh^ until the sun drove him to hi, cabin. Uke a 
aged ammal Everett paced and i«paced the deck. 
1 he woman possessed his mind and he could not 
dme her out. He did not wish to drive her out. 
What the consequences might be he did not caie 
i>o long as he might see her again, he ieeied at the 
consequences. Of one thing he was positive. He 
could not now leave the Congo. He would follow 
her to Brazzaville. If he were discreet, Ducret 

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Once Upon a Time 



Aa^ when again he m. ^i. k ^ ""I* ■•""" 
fore, that the Frenchman and hi, wife .Tf-^j 

homTh^ If^ '""'•^ '» '^^ ««ke th^ 

hold i ri'T '?'•" T"' " •» -*- 

" «""" of •jwmne that m^ht save 

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A Question of Latitude 

huKtMn. But before the day piited, Madame 
Ducret was aware that the American could not be 
Hghdy ditmitied at an admirer. Tlie fact nddier 
flattered nor offended. For her it waa no novel or 
ditturbing experience. Odier men» whippec! on 
by loneUnen, by fever, by primitive savage in- 
stincts, had told htr what she meant to them. 
She did not hold them responsible. Some, wordi 
curing, she had nursed dirough die illness. Odi- 
ers, who refused to be cured, she had turned over, 
widi a shrug, to her husband. This one was more 
difficult. Of men of Everett's traditions and edu- 
cation she had known but few; but she recognized 
tht type. This young man was no failure in hfe, 
no derelict, no outcast flying die law, or a scandal, 
to hide in die jungle. He was what, in her Maxim 
days, she had laughed at as an aristocrat. He 
knew her Paris as she did not know it: its histoiy, 
its art. Even her language he spoke more cor- 
recdy dian her husband or herself. She knew 
diat at his home diere must be many women infi- 
nitely more attractive, more suited to him, than 
herself: women of birdi, of position; young girls 
and great kidies of die odier world. And she 
knew, also, diat, in his present state, at a nod 
from her he would cast diese behind him and 
carry her into die wilderness. More quickly than 

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Once Upon a Time 



■».«cl.. when £ ot ^1*" T r "'*»" 
who were prede.rin^ J^ ."^ *• °»« »« 

• ^ing aeeper into the iun»lf» Tk i. 



A Question of Ladcude 

duck. "I love you 11 men loved women in the 

!^ Vv!ll '^' ^^^^^y- ' '^'^ nw be de- 
med. Doim here we are cave people; if you 

^t me, I will club you and drag you to my cave. 
If odiert fight for you, I will kiU them. I love 
you, he panted, "with all my .oul, my mind, my 
body, I love you! I will not let you go I" 

Madame Ducret did not say she was inmilted. 
bcaiusc she did not feel insulted. She did not caU 
» her husband for help, because she did not need 
his Mp, and because she knew that the ex-wresder 
could break Everett across his knee. She did not 
even withdraw her hands, although Everett drove 
the diamonds deep into her fingers. 

•'You frighten mcl" she pleaded. She was not 
in the least frightened. She only was sony that 
this one must be discarded among die incurables. 
In apparent agitation, she whispered, "To-mor- 
rowl To-morrow I will give you your answer." 
Everett did not trust her, did not release her. 
He regarded her jealously, widi quick suspicion. 
To warn her diat he knew she could not escape 
from Matadi, or from him. he said, "The train Z 
4-eopoldviIIe does not leave for two daysl" 

"I knowl" whispered Madame Ducret soodi- 
ingly. ^^ I will give you your answer to-morrow 
at ten. She emphasized the hour, because she 

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•>« Upon a Time 



Then die funiwl her ch^k. "YeC-^ST^Tn^' 
Vou mutt kin me noir." "« •rented. 

Everett did not rejoin the othert H^ i^ l 

•"•d wh.t it coat.uM^L^T■ "»'^'«'*«> 

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A Quetdon of Latitude 

Sowljr, aava|0ly, u dMugh wmkii^ his tuf- 
mmg on loiiit human thing, Evmtt ton the note 
into minute fragmenti. Movii^ unmadily to the 
ahipt tide* he iung them into the rim» and then 
hum lunp^ upon t^ie rail. 

Above him» from a iky of braM» the tun ttabbed 
at hit eyeballs. Below him, the nwh of the Congo, 
diurning in muddy whiripools, echoed againM die 
hill» of naked rock that met the naked iky. 

To Everett, die roar of die great river, and die 
echoes from die land he had set out to reform, 
carried die sound of gigandc, hideous laughter. 



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THE SPY 

V/fY going to Valencia was entirely an acd- 
lT-1 dent. But the more often I stated that 
fact, the more satisfied was everyone at the capital 
Aat I had come on some secret mission. Even 
the venerable politician who acted as our minis- 
ter, the mght of my arrival, after dinner, said con- 
fidential^, "Now, Mr. Crosby, between ourselves, 
what's the game ?*' 

"What's what game ?'• I asked. 

"You know what I mean," he returned. "What 
are you here for?" 

But when, for the tenth time, I repeated how I 
came t» be marooned in Valenda he showed that 
his feehngs were hurt, and said stiffly: "As you 
please. Suppose we join the ladies." 

"t"^*^ u\"^l' ^""^ **" ^*^" reproached me with: 
I should think you could trust your own minister. 

My husband never talks— not even to me " 
"So I see," I said. 
And then her feelings were hurt also, and she 

^nt about telling people I was an agent of the 

Walker-Keefe crowd. 

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Once Upon a Time 



My only reason for repeating heie that my 
going to Valenda was an acddent is that it was' 
because Schnitzel disbeUeved that fact, and to 
drag the hideous facts from me followed me 
back to New York. Through that circumstance 
1 came to know him, and am able to tell his 
stoiy. 

The simple truth was that I had been sent by 
the 5tate Department to Panama to "go, look, 
see, ' and straighten out a certain conHict of au ' 
Aonty among the officials of the canal zone. 
While I was there die yellow-fever broke out, and 
eveiy self-respecting power clapped a quarantine 
on the Isthmus, with the result that when I tried 
to return to New York no steamer would take me 
to any place to which any white man would care 
to go. But I knew that at Valenda there was a 
direct line to New York, so I took a tramp steamer 
down the coast to Valenda. J went to Valenda 
only because to me every other port in the world 
wasclosed. My position was that of the man who 
explained to his wife that he came home because 
the other places were shut. 

But, because, formerly in Valenda I had held 
aminor post in our legation, and because the State 
Department so constantly consults our firm on 
questions of international law, it was believed I 



The Spy 

reviMted Valencia on some mysterious and secret 
mission. 

As a matter of fact, had I gone there to sell 
phonographs or to start a steam laundry, I should 
have been as greatly suspected. For in Valencia 
even every commercial salesman, from the moment 
he gives up his passport on the steamer until the 
police permit him to depart, is suspected, shad- 
owed, and begirt with spies. 

I believe that during my brief visit I enjoyed 
the distinction of occupying the undivided atten- 
tion of three: a common or garden Government 
spy, from whom no guilty man escapes, a Walker- 
Keefe spy, and the spy of the Nitrate Company. 
The spy of the Nitrate Company is generally a 
man you meet at the le^, dons and dubs. He 
plays bridge and is dignified with the tide of 
"agent" The Walker-Keefe spy is ostensibly a 
travelling salesman or hotel runner. Tht 'Gov- 
ernment spy is just a spy— a scowling, important 
litde beast in a white duck suit and a diamond 
ring. The limit of his intelligence is to follow 
you into a cigar store and note what cigar you 
buy, and in what kind of money you pay for it. 
The reason for it all was die direeK»mered 
fight which dien was being waged by die Govern- 
ment, die Nitrate Trust, and die Walker-Keefe 

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Once Upon a Time 

crowd for the poiscsMon of the nitrate bedt. Va^ 
tenaa .• so near to the equator, and mo far from 
New York, that there are few who studied the in- 
tticate stofy of that disgraceful struggle, which. I 
hasten to add, with the fear of libel before my 
eyes, I do not intend to tell now. 

Briefly it was a triangular fight between oppo- 
nents each of whom was in the wrong, and each of 
whom, to gain his end. bribed, blackmailed, and 
robbed, not only his adversaries, but those of his 
own side, the end ip view being the possession of 
those great deposits that he in the rocks of Va- 
lenaa, baked from above by the tropic sun and 
from below by volcanic fires. As one of their 
enpneers, one mght in the Plaza, said to me: 
1 hose mines were conceived in hell, and stink 
to heaven, and the reputation of every man of us 
that has touched them smells like the mines." 

At the time I was there the situation was "acute." 
In Valencia the situation always is acute, but this 
ome It leaked as though something might happen. 
On the day before I departed the Nitrate Trust 
had cabled vehemently for war-ships, the Min- 
ister of Foreign Affairs had refused to receive our 
mimster, and at Porto Banos a mob had made 
Ae tm sign of the United States consulate look 
like a sieve. Our minister urged me to remain. 

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The Spy 

To be bombarded by one's own war-ships, he 
awured me, would be a thrilling experience. 

But I repeated that my business was with Pana- 
ma, not Valenda, and that if in this matter of his 
row I had any weight at Washington, as between 
preserving the nitrate beds for the trust, and pre- 
•crving for his country and various sweethearts 
one brown-throated, clean-limbed bluejacket, I was 
lor the bluejacket. 

Aca)rdingly, when I sailed from Valenda the 
aged diplomat would have described our relations 
as strained. 

Our ship was a slow ship, listed to touch at 
many ports, and as early as noon on the following 
day we stopped for cargo at Trujillo. It was 
there I met Schnitzd. 

In Panama I had bought a macaw for a little 
niece of mine, and while we were taking on cargo 
I went ashore to get a tin cage in which to put it, 
and, for direction, called upon our consul. From 
an inner room he entered exdtedly, smiling at my 
card, and asked how he might serve me. I told 
him I had a parrot below decks, and wanted to 
buy a tin cage. 

"Exactly. You want a tin cage," the consul 
repeated soothingly. "The State Department 
doesn t keep me awake nights cabUng me what 

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4 



Once Upon a Time 



gander la^r ,11 d» way «, d,i. fever n^mp » 
buy » tin cage. N<m. ho„,«. W can I .L. 
yo" ' I Mw It wai hopelen. No one would 
belKve the truA. To offer it to thi. friendly «,d 

So with much niy«eiy. I asked him to dewribe 
the wtuadon," and he did «, with d.e exact- 
neii of one who *eheve. that within an hour 

Hoi ''*''" '^" "* "'^ •" *• ^'■'' 

When I was leaving he said: "Oh, there', a 

newspaper correspondent after you. He wantt 

ZmT^'^'!^'- H«fo"«>^ you last nigh, 
from the apita by train. You want to waih 

out he don t catch you. Hi. name is Jones." I 
promised to be on my guard againw a man named 
Jonel^ and the consul CKorted me to the diip. A. 
he went down the accommodation ladder, I called 
over d,e rafl: "In ca« they shoulJ declare war. 
cabfc to CurapM, and I'M come back. And don't 
cable anything indefinite. like 'Situation critical' 
or War imminent.' Understand? Cable me. 
Come back or 'Go ahead.' But whatever you 
cable, make it clear." ' 

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The Spy 

He ihook hit head violently and with hit gnen- 
lined umbrella pointed at my elbow. I turned 
and found a young man hungrily listening to my 
wordi. He was leam'ng on the rail with hit chin 
on hit armt and the brim of hit Panama hat 
drawn down to conceal his eyet. 

On the pier-head. from which we now were 
drawing rapidly away, the consul made a mega- 
phone of hit handt. 
"That't himr he called. "That's Jonet." 
Jonet raited hit head, and I taw that the trop- 
ical heat had made Jonet thirtty, or that with 
faendt he had been celebrating hit departure. 
«e winked at me, and, apparently with pleature 
at hit own ditcemment and with pity for me, 
tmiled. 

"Oh, of courtel" he murmured. Hit tone waa 
one of heavy irony. "Make it 'dear.' Make it 
dear to the whole wharf". Shout it out to't every- 
body can hear you. You're 'dear' enough." Hit 
ditgutt was too deep for ordinary wordt. "Mv 
undel" he exclaimed. ' 

By this I gathered that he was expressing his 
contempt. 

"I beg your pardon ?" I said. 
We had the deck to ourselves. Its emptiness 
suddenly reminded me that we had the ship, also. 



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toourtdve.. 1 wmembewd the puner lud «M 
me th.^ ««p. for Ao- who «iX^J«l£t 

. Jkl ,»!"""•" S'^"' «• one would mv "I 
am he«f he pud«d back hi, P„„„, hz^ml 
•«. "««e.dy 6r^ h, p«ft«d. a. kMi d!!J 

you lee that ^pe?" he demanded "Soon 
" that «pe hit the water I knocWoff ^ 
S fo|« a. you wa. .„ Valend,^, JIT^^ 
Now. y^ ca„., g„ b,^j ^ go back liWiv 

furdjerdiwWlation? fFhoamir' ' 

.W k*^'"'*'" ""^ » P^d"* the poMiba. 

^.tSTltve'ri^"'^'""'^ 
melodrama. " """ "^' ""'X '» 

"Oh, of cour«.« he muttered. "Oh. of cour« " 
He lurd«d toward me indignantly. 

Y„„ V* "'^'^'^^''y '^" >"«» " not my name 
^°"i"7P*rfe''lywellwhoIam." ^ 

patently he was upon an outbreak of «ar, ^ 

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••Proud,** he munnured, "and haughty. Proud 
and haughty to the last." 

I never have understood why an intoxicated 
man feeb the climax of intuit it to hurl at you 
your name. Perhaps because he knows it is the 
one charge you cannot deny. But invariably 
before you escape, as though assured the words 
will cover your retreat with shame, he throws at 
you your full dtle. Jones did this. 

Slowly and merdlessly he repeated, "Mr.— 
Geoige— Morgan— Crosby. Of Harvard," he 
added. "Proud and haughty to the last" 

He then embraced a passing steward, and de- 
manded to be informed why the ship rolled. He 
never knew a ship to roll as our ship rolled. 

"Perfec'ly satisfact'iy ocean, but ship— rolling 
like a stone-breaker. Take me some place in the 
ship where this ship don't roll." 

The steward led him away. 

When he had dropped the local pilot the cap- 
tain beckoned me to the bridge. 
^^ "I saw you talking to Mr. Schnitzel," he said. 
"He's a litdc under the weather. He has too light 
a head for liquors." 

I agreed that he had a light head, and said I 
understood his name was Jones. 

"That's what I wanted to tell you," said the 

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«|»iii. "HI, name i. Sdiaiael. He u^d id 

M cane down hen m .» ,,em. He'i a tood 

ante, I cany him under one name, and the next 

up between 'em. I, pfcan, him. ,«« |. doT't hun 
•nybody elK «, long „ I «|| ,|..„ ,fc^ .""^ 

don't know who he', workln. for now "fcl 

on "k... I L t . "*"» '"* now, be went 

on. but I know he', not with the Nitiaie Com- 
P«ny any more. He'wid d«m out." ^"""^ 

He had a berth a, typewriter to Sena»r Burn- 
«<««. pie«dent of d» Nitrate Truw, »rt of confc 

«y. Schmizel u«d to make a carbon copy, and 
Walte-Keefe aowd. Then, when Walker-Keefe 
guew Schmtzel went over ,0 Pttrident Alvarez 

"After he sold them out ?" 

"Yes, but you see he's worth more to them now 
He know, all the Walker-Keefe sectet. a^X 
'w 8 secrets, too. ' 



The Spy 

I exprtsMd my opinion oTeveiy one con«uiu» i. 

"It shouldn't turpriM jfoii," complained the 
captain. "Yo know the coiintty. Every man 
in it it out for something that isn't his. The pilot 
wants his bit» the health doctor must get his, the 
customs take all your dgars, and if you don't put 
up gold for the captain of the port and the alcaUt 
and the commandant and the harbor police and 
the foreman of the cargaJorts, they won't move a 
lighter, and they'll hold up the ship's papers. Well, 
an American comes down here, honest and straight 
and willing to work for his wages. But pretty 
quick he finds every one is getting his squeeze but 
him, so he tries to get some of it back by rob- 
bing the natives that robbed him. Then he robs 
the other foreigners, and it ain't long before he's 
cheating the people at home who sent him here. 
There isn't a man in this nitrate row that isn't 
lobbing the crowd he's with, and that wouldn't 
change sides for money. Schnitzel's no worse than 
the president nor the canteen contractor." 

He waved his hand at the glaring coast-line, at the 
steaming swamps and the hot, naked mountains. 

"It's the country that does it," he said. "It's 
in the air. You can smell it as soon as you drop 
anchor, like you smell the slaughtt. -house at 
Punta-Arenas." 



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"How do jfm manage to keep honett," I aiked. 
tiDiung. ' 

"I don't take an^ chance^" exclaimed die cap- 
«.» .erKKidy "When I'm in d«r dinned Z 
I don't go ashore." *^ 

1 did not again «e Schni,«l until, with hag. 
gard q« and iMpiaoudy wet hair, he joined th. 
o.p«.n doctor purm. and myself at breakfast 
In the phn«» of the Tenderloin, he told us cheer- 
fijUy that he had been grandly intoxicated, and to 
«~ver drank muture. of raw egg, vinegar, and 
"d Wper. Ae sight of which to.: aw^ ivery 
appeotesavehisown. When to this he had add^ 
a bottle of beer, he declared himself a new man. 
fhe new man followed me to d« deck, and with 

the ttuculent bearing of one who expects to be 

spelled he asked if the day before, hThad not 

made a fool of himself. 
I suggested he had been somewhat confidential. 
At once he recovered his pose and patronized 

inc. 

"Don't you believe it," he said. "That's all 
part of my game. 'Confidence for confidence' 
.. Ae way I work it. Thafs how I learn things. 
1*11 a man somethmg on the inside, and he says: 

offiA about h.m,' and he teUs me something he 

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The Spy 

ihouldn't Like ai not what I told him wasn't 
true. See?" 

I anuied him he interested me greatly. 

"You find, then, in your line of business," I 
asked, "that apparent frankness is advisable ? As 
a rule," I explained, "secrecy is what a~a person 
in your line — a " 

To save his feelings I hesitated at the word. 

"A spy," he said. His face beamed with fatu- 
ous complacency. 

"But if I had n * known you were a spy," I 
asked, "would not that have been better for you ?" 

"In dealing widi a party like you, Mr. Crosby," 
Schnitzel began sententiously, "I use a different 
method. You're on a secret mission yourself, and 
you get your information about the nitrate row 
one way, and I get it another. I deal with you 
just like we were drummers in the same line of 
goods. We are rivals in business, but outside of 
business hours perfect gentleman." 

In the face of the disbelief that had met my 
demals of any secret mission, I felt to have Schnit- 
zel also disbelieve me would be too great a hu- 
miliation. So I remained silent. 

"You make your report to the State Depart- 
ment," he explained, "and I make mine to^-my 
people. Who diey are doesn't matter. You/d 

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!!iLt 'Tl' """" ^ *'"'"'• '^"^ to l"« your ftd. 
"tp, but— that's my wciet " 

Z%fe but for Schmael to .uipect that wa. i«. 

of any character, and .howed^Uhind Tm^ 
•)*» the vacant, haIf.A«,ked mind. ^ 

bchmtzel wat .miling „ himself with a smil. „f 
complete seKl«,isfaction. I„ d,e UO^^lu, 

conduct. 1 g^ « „^.^„, s:,t .""-^J-J 

annap,«d a ,,buff. and he had been .ecei^'^ 
he read it, wth consideiation. The ironv ^Z 
pohteneM he had entirely missed 12^2 

read i^ what I said the adL,anwil^^'.e« 
for th. profesdonal. He «iw what hel^fe^" 

>« a h^ agent of the Govermnent treads |Z Z 
'^r antagomst In «, other ^l^i.^ 

Jd 1 fr '" ** """■'^ »"" "f » «««hou. 

frll^r^ ""''^ '^ "» commumcative a 

fcUow^ssenger as Schm«I. Hi, paren ";;^« 



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The Sp7 

hiiMelf had been brought up on the East Side. 
An uiicle who kept a deUcateMen .hop in Avenue 
A had «m him to the public Khool. and then 
•0 a biisine» coUege." where he had developed 
femarkable expertnes. as a stenographer. He re- 
ferred to his sUII in this difficult exerdse with 
pitying contempt. Nevertheless, fiom a room 
iKHsywth type-writers this skill had lifted him 
mto die private office of the president of the Ni- 
trate Trust. There, as Schnitzel expressed it. "I 
MW mine/ and I took it." To trace back the 
criminal instinct that led Schnitzel to steal and 
tri *« PJ"^* "««" of his employer was not 
difficult In all of hi. few early years I found it 
lying latent. Of every stoiy he told of himself, 
and he tidked only of himrelf, d,ere was not one 
that wa* not to his discredit. He himself never 
•aw thM. nor that all he told me showed he was 
without die moral sen*, and widi an insdncrive 
enjoyment of what was deceitful, mean, and un- 
derhand. Tha^ as I read it, wa. his character. 
In appearance he was smoodi-shaven, widi lone 
lock, diat hung behind wide, protruding ears. Ifc 
had die unhealdiy .kin of bad blood, and hi. 
eye., as diough die dayli^t hurt diem, con.tandy 
opened and diut. He was Uke hundred, of young 

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men that you Ke loitering on upper Bn»dw,y and 
mabng predatoiy nid. along the Rialto. Had 

h^Sm^" '■" *" ■^'»*~«' yo" would 

Ai I worked it out. Schnitzel wa. a .py becauae 
« gave him an importance he had not been able 
«. obttm by any other effort A. a child and a. 

dat iH' ^'i '"V •» "« *« »»o"g hi. awo. 

TT^^ ^ J"?' u""" ?''"^ '"»*• •*•» «h« butt. 
Unfl .uddenly, by one dirty action, he had phced 

h.m«lf oufjde Aeir cU«. A. he exp,e.id it: 

Wbenever I walk through d,e office J^. where 

«U the ron^pher. »t. you ought to «e thoae 

d«nt . door, they got to knock, Uke I „«d to. but 

now, when the old man see. me eoming to make 

l^neport after one of d,e« trip, he «11. out, 

Cbme nght m. Mr. Schnitzel.' And Uke a. b« 

1 go M with my hat on and offer him a dear. An' 
diey «e me do it. tool" ^ 

vJ!^TJ'** !'^^«"»«' » Pve Sdinitzel', 

IL^K u'^"f "' "' "<■*• H» vanity de- 
manded he be pomted at. if even with contimpt. 
But die contempt never readied him-he only 
kn«jw that at h«t people took note of him. ThJr 
no longer laughed at him. dwy were afraid of him. 

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The Spy 

In hit heart he believed that they Rganled him at 
one who walked m the dark placet of world poli. 
tict. who po«e.«d an evil knowledge of great men 
•t ev,l at himtelf. at one who by blackmail held 
public mimtien at hit mercy. 

TTiii view of himtelf wai the one that he tried 
to give me I probably wat the firtt decent man 
who ever had treated him dvUly, and to impiett 
me with hit knowledge he tpiead that knowledge 
before me. It wat W/, thocking, d^rading. 

At firtt I took comfort in the thought that Schnit- 
zel wat a har. Later, I began to wonder if all of it 
were a he, and finally, in a way I could not doubt. 
It wat proved to me that the wortt he charged wat 
true. 

The night I first began to beheve him was the 
mght we touched at Cristobal, the last port in 
Valenaa. In the most hght-heartcd manner he 
had been accusing all concerned in the nitrate fi^ht 
with eveiy crime known in Wall Street and in die 
dark reaches of the Congo River. 

•'But, I know him, Mr. Schnitzel," I said sternly, 
him "" '"'^^''"* ""^ '"• ' ^"^ «> «>«««« wid, 

"I don't care whether he's a rah-rah boy or 
not, said Schnitzel, "I know diat's what he did 
when he was up die Orinoco after orchids, and if 

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Once Upon a Time 

the tribe had ever caught him thejr'd have cruci- 
fied him. And I know this, too: he made forty 
thouMnd dollan out of die Nitrate Company on a 
ten-diouMnd-dollar job. And I know it, becauie 
he beefed to me about it himaelf, because it wawi't 
big enough." 

We were pasdng the limestone island at die en- 
trance to the harbor, where, in die prison fortress, 
widi its muzzle-loading guns pointing drunkenly 
at die sky, are buried die political prisoners of 
Valencia. 

"Now, diere," said Schnitzel, pointing, "diat 
shows you what die Nitrate Trust can do. Judge 
Rojas is in dieie. He gave die first decision in 
favor of die Walker-Keefe people, and for making 
diat dedrion William T. Scott, die Nitrate man- 
ager, made Alvarez put Rojas in dieie. He's 
seventy years old, and he's been diere five years. 
The cell diey keep him in is below die sea-level, 
and die salt-water leaks dirough die wall, I've 
■een it That's what William T. Scott did, an' 
up in New York people diink 'Billy' Scott is a 
fine man. I seen him at die Horse Show sitting in 
abox, bowing to eveiybody, widi his wife sitting 
beside him, all hung out widi pearis. An' diat 
was only a mondi after I'd seen Rojas in diat 
■ewer where Scott put him." 

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The Spy 

nMgnificem liar." ' 

Schnitael ihomd no retentmetit. 

Don t believe me. A«k Roju. Atk the fim 
mwi yoo meet" He Aivered. ,nd iliniBed hit 
•houlden. "I <e|| you. the walk aie damp, Uke 

TTie Government had telegraphed the com- 
inindwit to come on board and, at he exprened 
It, offer me the hoepitaliiy of the port," which 
metnt diat I had to take him to the imoking. 
foom and give him champagne. What the Gov- 
«mment really wanted was to find out whether I 
was ttill on board, and if it were finally rid of 
me. 

IX^ «'>f.°«d«l conceraing Judge Roja^ 
Oh,yet,"he«udfeaday. "Hei.«ai,„«,^ 
mcado, 

Widiout believing it would lead to anything I 
•uggetted: ^ 

"It wat foolish of him to give offence to Mr. 
Scott?" 

The commandant nodded vivaciously. 
"Mr. Scott is veiy powerful man," he assented. 
We all veiy much love Mr. Scott. The president, 
he love Mr. Scott, too, but the judges were not 

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tjmpathedc to Mr. Scott, to Mr. Scott atk«d our 

prctifient 10 give them a warning, and Seiior Rojat 
—he if the wanung." 

"When will he get out?" latked. 

The commandant held up the glatt in the tun- 
Uffit horn the open air-port^ and gaaed admirincly 
•t the bubbles. ^^ 

"Who can teU/' he said. "Any day when Mr. 
Scott wiihet. Maybe, never. Senor Rojat it an 
old man. Old, amf he hat much rheumadct. 
Maybe, he will never come out to tee our beloved 
country any more." 

At we left the harbor we patted to dote that 
one could dirow a stone againtt the wall of the for- 
trett. The tun wat jutt tinking and the air be- 
<»me tuddenly chilled. Around the Utde island of 
limettone the wavet twept throu^ the tea-weed 

and black manigua up to the rutty bart of the cellt. 
I taw the barefooted toldiert tmoking upon the 
sbping ramparts, the common criminals in a long 
•tumbling line bearing kegs of water, thiee storm- 
beaten palms rising like gallows, and the green and 
y«Mow flag of Valencia crawling down the staflT. 
Somewhere entombed in that blotched and mil- 
dewed masoniy an old man of seventy years was 
•hivering and hugging himself from the damp and 
coM. A man who spoke five hinguages, a ju^ 




-Schniuel, you certainly are a magnificent liar" 



The Spy 

bra^tndMiaa. To m. it wm no new •toir. I 

«l mjb diiiiitti lo crimintJi lotthwTO 
^ J^ wfco hwl «W the f .« oi wvolutjon 
dnv«i ID fuicMie. But new had I > j|,po.ed t :»at 
my Oim people could leacb from the city of Nrw 
York and cut a feUow-man hvo that cdlur ^4* 
ftver and nadneM. 

Ai I watched the yellow wall iiuk into the sea, 
1 bj«me coniciout that Schnitzel w« r 4r me, 
M Mofe» leaning on the rafl, with I chin sunk 
onhiearnM. Hit face was turned toward the foiw 

ttew, and for the firw time iince I had known him 
it wai set and lefiouf. And when, a moment 
totw, he paiMd me without lecognition, I .aw 
that hit eyet were filled with fear. 

When we touched at Oira^ I tent a cable to 
y mmr. announdngthe date of my arrival, and 
thenomtmuedontotheHoielVeneiu.l;. Ahnoet 
immedia tely Schnitael joined me. Withea^caie^ 
iMwe« he said: "I was in the cable office jutt 
«wr, iendii^ off a wire, and that operator told 

me he oai't make head or tail of the third wofd in 
your cable/ 

••That it ftrange," I commented, "becauee it't 

a J>rench word, and he if French. That*! why I 
wrote It in French." ^ 

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Once Upon a Time 

With the air of one who nails another in a falae- 
hood, Schnitzel exclaimed: 

"Then, how did you suppose your sister was 
going to read it ? It's a dpher, that's what it is. 
Oh, no, you*rt not on a secret mission! Not at 
all!" 

It was most undigm'iied of me, but in five min- 
utes I excused myself, and sent to the State De- 
partment the following' words: 
"Roses red, violets blue, send snow." 
Later at the State Department the only person 
who did not eventually pardon my jest was the 
d^'/k who had sat up until three in the morning 
with my cable, trying to fit it to any known code. 

Immediately after my return to the Hotel Vene- 
zuela Schnitzel excused himself, and half an hour 
later returned in triumph with the cable operator 
and ordered lunch for both. Th^ imbibed much 
tweet champagne. 

When we 4gain were safe at sea, I said : " Schm't- 
zel, how much did you pay that Frenchman to let 
you read my second cable ?" 

Schnitzel's reply was prompt and complacent. 

"One hundred dollars gold. It was worth it. 
Do you want to know how I doped it out ?" 

I even challenged him to do so. «< Roses red' 
—war dedared; 'violets blue'— oudook bad, or 



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blue; 'tend tnow'— wnd squadron, becauie die 
white squadron is white like snow. See ? It was 
too easy/' 

"Schnitzel," I cried, "you are wonderful I" 

Schnitzel yawned in my face. 

"Oh, you don't have to hit the soles of my feet 
with a night-stick to keep me awake," he said. 

After I had been a week at sea, I found that 
either I had to believe that in all things Schnitzel 
was a liar, or that the men of the Nitrate Trust 
were in all things evil. I was convinced that 
instead of the people of Valencia robbing them, 
they were robbing both the people of Valencia 
and the people of the United States. 

To go to war on their account was to degrade 
our Government. I explained to Schnitzel it was 
not becoming that the United States navy should 
be made the cat's»p9.w of a corrupt corporation. I 
asked his pemussion to repeat to the authorities at 
Washington certain of the sutements he had made. 

Schnitzel was greatly pleased. 

"You're welcome to tell 'em anything I've 
•aid," he assented. "And," he added, "most 
of it's true, too." 

I wrote down certain charges he had made, 
and added what I had always known of the nitrate 
fight. It was a terrible arraignment. In the 



Once Upon a Time 



•^'W^ I fwd my no«M to ScWtiel, wfco. » • 
«onicr of the tmokii^rooiii, tat, tnm^ ' 
PortMdy, dieckiiig off i^di ttaioiueiit, and wh^ 

I made an enor of a d«o or a name tmwly cor- 
rectingme. ^ 

Several timet I adted him, "A« you «u« Ai. 
^t get you into trouble with your 'people'? 
Ymi aeem to accuie eveiybodjr on e^h ride." 

Sduutzel's eyet tmtaiidy doted with tutpicM. 

Don't you wony ahmit me wd my people,- he 
«t«jn«i «ilkily. "TW. my mc^l^ yo^ 

won t find It out, neither. I may be at crooked 

^J^^ofthem, but r« not giving away my 

I tuppote I looked puzzled. 
'nl "^V^ * ••^^^ '^^ he added hattiiy. 

Aoutand doBar. Ibr it. But now Imeanrttick 
By the men that pay my waget." 

"Bitt you've told me mugh adiout each of the 
mwe to put ai^ one of them in jafl." 

"Of courte, I have," cried Sehm'tzel tfMH». 
phandy. 

"If I'd let down on taiy one crowd you'd know 

iT" "^^"^ ^^ *" '="^* ~ ^'^ touched 'em 
f«up. Only what I told you about my crowd-, 
itn't tree." 



The Spy 

The report we finally drew up wu to senia* 
lioBil that I waf of a mind to throw it overboard. 
It accttwd members of the Cabinet, of our Sen- 
Me, (Kpbmats, business men of national interest, 
judges of the Valencia courts, private secretaries, 
clerks, hired bullies, and fiia>usters. Men the 
trust could not bribe it had blackmailed. Those 
It could not corrupt, and they were pitifully few, 
it crushed with some disgraceful charge. 

Looking over my notes, I said: 

**You seem to have made every charge except 
murder." 

"How'd I come to leave that out?" Schnitzel 
answered flippandy. "What about Coleman, die 
foreman at Bahia, and that German contractor, 
EUiardt, and old Smedburg? They talked too 
much, and they died of yellow-fever, maybe, and 
maybe what happened to them was they ate knock- 
out drops in thdr soup." 

I disbelieved him, but there came a sudden 
nasty doubt 

"Curtis, who manag'sd the company's plant at 
Barcelona, died of yellow-fever," I said, and was 
buried the same day." 

For some time Schnitzel glowered uncertainly 
at the bulkhead. 

"Did you know him ?" he asked. 

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"Whw I was in the ktadon I knew him well," 
Itaid. 

-So did I," laid SdinitieL "He wasn't mur- 
<Jet«d. He myrdered himself. He was wrong 
•en thousand dollars in his accounts. He got 
wonying about it aod we found him outside the 
dearing with a hole in his head. He left a note 
Mying he ooul^'t bear the disgrace. As if the 
Gon^i^ would hold a little grafting against as 
good a man as Curtis!" 

Schnitiel coi^;hed and pretended it was his 
cigarette. 

"You see you dmi't put in noAmg against 
him/' he added savapfy. 

It was the first linw I had seen Schnitiel liiow 
•moiiMi, and I was mmei to pieadi. 

"m^r don't you quit ri said. "You had an 
^ job a» a stffn^pin r. Why don't you » 
back » it?" ^ 

"Mayie, some daf. Bntifs 
•WB besL If I was a sMH^i^iK. I 
be belpmg you send in a wt^mt 
fvoient, would I? I^ dWi pb is att t^tL 
1h^ send ftm after sonethii^ ki^miymm h^re 

Ae devil of a time gctring it, b« iA» ywi ^ it, 
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The Spy 

The talk or the drink had dated him. His fith- 
like tytM bulged and ihone. He cait a quick look 
about him. Except for ourwlvet, the unoking- 
room was empty. From bebw came the steady 
throb of the engines, and from outside the whis- 
per of the waves and of dtt wind through the 
cordage. A barefeoiid sayor pattered by to the 
bridge. SchnttMl bent toward me, and with his 
hand pointed to his duoat. 

"I've got papers on me that's worth a million 
to a certain party/' he whispered. "You under- 
stand, my notes in cq|>her." 

He scowled with intense mystery. 

"I keep 'em in an oiled-^k ba^ tied around 
my neck with a strmg. And here," he added 
hastily, patting his hip, as thougfi to forestaU any 
attack I might make upon his person, "I cany 
my a utomt i c It shoots mne bullets in five sec- 
They got to be quick to catch me." 

"Wril, if you have either of those things on 
~ I said testily, "I don't want to know it. 
How often have I told you not to talk and driids 
atflhe same time?" 

"Ah, go on," laughed Schnitzel. "That's an 
old gag, warning a fellow not to talk so as to makt 
him talk. I do that myself." 

That Schnitzel had important papers tied to his 

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Once Upon a Time 

ne^I no more btlieW than that he wore a thirt 
of chain annor, but to pleaae him I pretended to 
be greatly conoenied. 

"Now that we're getting into New York." I 
•aid, "you mutt be veiy careful. A man who car- 
nei tuch imporunt documents on hit perton might 

be murdered for them. I diink you ought to dit- 
guise yourtelf." 

A picture of my bag being carried athore by 
Schmtael in the uniform of a thip't tteward rather 
pleated me. t 

"Go on, you're kiddingi" taid Sdmitzd. He 
wat drawn between believii^ I wat deeply in^ . 
pr^d and with fear that I was mocking hkn. 

"Oi Ike contrary," I protested, "I don't feel 
<HMtewfc^s^. Seemg me wkh you they may 
think I have pt^pen around my aedt." 

"They woiddn't look at yon," Schnitzel reat- 
suredme. "Thigr know you're >ist an amateur. 
Bu^as yo«i say, with me, it's iKfferent I got 
to be careful. Now, you imghta't believe it, but 
I never go near my uade nor none of my friends 
diat bve where I used to hang out. If I did, the 
other spies would get on my track. I suppose," 
he went on grandly,"! never go out in New York 
but that at least two spies are trailing mc. But I 
know how to throw them off. I Uve 'way down 

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•own in a Utde hotel you never heard of. You 
never catch me dining at Shen/s nor die Waldorf. 

And you never met me out aodally, did you, now ? " 
I confessed I had not 

"And then, I always live under an assumed 
name." 

"Like 'Jones'?" I suggested. 

"Well, sometimes 'Jones,'" he admitted. 

"To me," I said, "'Jones' lacks imagination. 
It's the sort of name you give when you're arrested 
for exceeding the speed limit. Why don't you call 
yourself MachiavcUi?" 

"Go on, I'm no dago," said Schnitzel, "and 
doa't you go off thinking 'Jones' is the only dis- 
guise I use. But I'm not tellin' what it is, am I ? 
Oh, no." 

"Schnitzel," I asked, "have you ever been tdd 
that you would make a great detective ?" 

"Cut it out," said Sdmitael. "You've been 
reading those faiiy nories. There's no fly cops 
nor Pmks could do the work I do. They're 
pwen Qonpared to me. They chase petty-larceny 
cases and kick in doors. I wouldn't stoop to 
what they do. It's being mixed up die way I 
am with the problems of two governments that 
catches me." He added magnanimously, "You 
"-^ something of that yourself." 

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We left At thy at BfooUyn, .nd with fftwt 1 
Pi«p»mi ID bid Sdmitiel faieweU. Seldom had 
I met a little beaM io oflfenrive. but hit vani^, hit 
bet. hit moral Windiiew, made one pity him. And 
III ten daji in the tmoki^f-ioom lotether we had 
had many friendly drinht and many friendly 
laught. He wat foinf ID a hotel on lower Broad- 
way, and at my cab, on my way uptown, patted 
the door, I offered him a Kft. He appeared m 
contider the advitability of diit, and then, with 
much by-play of ghmcjng over hit thoulder, dived 
into the front teat and drew down the bUndt. 
Thit hotel I am going to it an old-faihioned 
trap." he explained, "but the derk it wiie to me, 
underttand, and I don't have to nni die m. 
itier/' ^ 

At we drew nearer to the hotel, he taid: "It't a 
pity we can't dine out tomewheiet and go to the 
theatre, but— you know?" 

Widi almott too mudi heartinett I hatdly 
agteed it would be imprudent 

"I underttand perfecdy," I attented. "You 
are a marked man. Until you get diote papen 
tafe m the handt of your 'people,' you mutt be 
veiy cautiout.'' 

"That't right," he taid. Then he tmded 
craftily. 



The Spy 

•*I wonder if you're on |ret to which my people 
•re." 

I liturMi him that I had no idea, hut that fiom 
die avidity widi which he had abuied diem I gueMed 
he wai working for die Walker-Keefe crowd. 

He both smiled and scowled. 

"Don't you with you knew?" he laid. "I'vt 

Hd you a lot of inside stories, Mr. Crosby, but 

I'll never tell on my pals again. Not me! That'i 
my wtcttt,** 

At die door of die hotel he bade me a hasty 
good4>y, and for a few minutes I believed diat 
Schnitiel had passed out of my life foiever. Then, 
in taking account of my belongings, I missed my 
field-glasses. I remembered that, in order to 
open a trunk for die customs inspectors, I had 
ha«ded them to Schnitiel, and that he had hung 
them mm his shoulder. In our haste at parting 
we both had forgotMi them. 

I was only a few Uocks from die hotel, and I 
fold the man to return. 

I inquired for Mr. Schnitzel, and die derk, who 
apparendy knew him by diat name, said he was 
in his room, number eighty-two. 

"But he has a caller widi Mm now," he added. 
"A gendeman was waiting for him, and's just 
gone up." 



Once Upon a Time 



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tte putr dMt WM odliiy M Un, Omn,- 
«• nodded tMwd • him wiw ooMtd dM n. 

wwe leadini the •dvertMemenit on the wall, 
^y^^jj^ «»«*.••»«« WM low in the great 

J f^r" "^ ^ •'^•*' ■«« " I wood wwt- 

in 2!llir!ll!f ""!'"'*""• "•n-i'-n 

"• "Ihtf-two— he'i mwdeted." 

«w^ Mdl dnyd d» b<y bKk to the wire lope 
~d w. Ao, ,0 Ae diird wcy. The boy A^J 

2-J«/«« «oIorie«. fc«e«d one h«d, «Hl 
pointed at an open door. 

"In thete," the whi^ered. 

In a mean, conimon room, Metched where he 

£J iTK"?"? *^ upon d« bed. I found the 
boy who had elected to meddle in the "iwoblem. 
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The Bpjr 

kii^i^^ ^"^ ^'^ "^ knifc-woundi, kit 
wood Mowd tkmly. Hk mting oyn mn USM 
iipmfttr«iidinentiwity. I knew that he wtt 
dywi, aiid at I felt my impocence to help him, I aa 
*^r felt a gieat ra|e and a hatred toward thoee 
who had struck him. 

H««ne<l over him until my eyee were only a few 
inches from his face. 

"Schnitiell" I cried. "Who did diis? You 
can trust me. Whodiddiis? Quick!" 

I saw diat he recognized me, and that there was 
•omethmg which, with terrible effort, he was tiy. 
mg to make me understand. 

In the hall was die rush of many people, run- 
ning exclaiming, die noise of bells ringing; from 
•nodier floor die voice of a woman shrieked hya- 
tericaUy. ' 

At die sounds die eyes of die boy grew eloquent 
widi entrea^, and wtdi a movement diat called 
from each wound a fresh outburst, h'ke a man 
•ttmgling, he lifted his fingen to his diioat. 

Voices were caUing for water, to wait for die 
doctor, to wait for die police. But I dioucht I 
undentood. ^ 

SriU doubdng him, sdll unbelieving, ashamed 
of my own oeduUgr, I tore at his coUar, and my 
fingers closed upon a package of oiled silk. 

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I stooped, and wid, my teedi ripped it open, and 
holding before him the slips of paper it contained, 
tore them mro tiny shreds. 

The eyes smiled at me with cunning, with tri- 
umph, with deep content. 

It was so like the Schnitzel I had known that I 
beheved still he might have strength enough to 
help me. * 

^ "Who did this ?- I begged, -ni hang him for 
It! Do you hear me ?" I cried. 

Seeing him lying there, with the life cut out of 
him, swept me with a blind anger, with a need to 
punish. 

"I'll see they hang for it. Tell me!" I com- 
manded. "Who did this?" 

The eyes, now filled with weariness, looked up 
and the lips moved feebly. 

"My own people," he whispered. 

In my indignation I could have shaken the 
truth from him. I bent closer. 

"Then, by God," I whispered back, "you'll 
tell me who they are ! " 

The eyes flashed sullenlj\ 

"That's my secret," said Schnitzel. 

The eyes set and the lips closed. 

A man at my side leaned over him, and drew 
the sheet across his face. 

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WHEN Ainsley first moved to Lone Lake 
Farm all of his friends asked hL!? 
»«e question. They wan J „ tow ™ t 

Z£ •'•,'; °"l°'*' •'^'« "^'>' '-ho could no 
d.ased the f ' '^^ *"' '" »•»<• "« P"- 

asapt^r«:„d"s5'^rart:ttr 

peor^ehe W ^ecepted hfs hos^^ Z^l 

^„?n„ •*■ ^ 'T*"*' *'y themselves would be 
djning w,Am a taxicab fare of the same place B« 
•f « see h,« they travelled all the way w W 

-^;^r::f-ra^-;sar 

necfcut approaches New York, and Tet^ ft 
and the nearm railroad sution stretched s^Tiles 
of an execrable wood road. I„ this wilde "ess 

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directly upon the lonely lake, and at a spot equally 
d««„t fro™ each of hi, boundaiy U^ ZS 
built himself a ted brick house. He« in „K 
tude he exiled himself; ostensibly to Cm" ," 

Lone Lake, wh.ch gave the farm its name, was 

Ind t?'t r '''""^' "' «"«'<' ^l-ut with reld 
and cat-tails, stunted willows and shivering birch 
From Its surface jutted l jints of A. , 7 

that had m,J. r • "^ '"* "'"" «>ck 

the! mfn? """« unremunerative, and to 

these mimature promontories and islands Ainsley 
m keeping with a fancied resemblance, gave sudh 
names as the NTooJI.c c. tr , "■"^' fia™ such 
Pines F,„ u J ' ^'- "'■'"'• *« Isle of 

Jer ftom the house rose a high hill, heavily wooded. 
At Its base, oak and chesmut trees spread thei 
branches over the water, and when LZlTs 
sfll were so clearly reflected in the pond Au 
Je leaves seemed to float upon the surface To 
the smihng expanse of the farm the lake was 
what the eye is to the human countonan.^ The 

lTshes":L'" n'""^' *«= «"«* °f ^eeds its 
lashes, and, m changing mood, it flashed with 

happiness or brooded in sombre melancholy. For 

Ainsley ,t held a deep attraction. Through the 

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Mmmer evening,, a. the .„„ «,, he would sit on 

w cxerase. With a number of other m«« 

Ainsley was ve^^ much in love with Miss K.riclTnd' 

and unprejudiced friends thoughXIf ,1,, ' 
to choose anv «r k J '""gnr tnat it she were 

rh^r^ A^ . ''*' ^^^^^^^^^^ Ainsley should be 

had not been successful Tk; " ^^ 

fault- for when I !r 7 '' "^^^ P^'^'^ ''^'s own 
"uit, lor when he dared to comoare wKo* k 

meant to hin, with what he had Toff^hlr hi t 
came a mass of sodden humihty Could Lt 
^r",!-- T-" ''""^ ^'^'-^ -2 and :d! 

f"« that' t*"*. °' ^?""«' '"""'^ "Pa" from he 
fact that she herself inspired that fe*l.n. i. 

ready she wished to c,'. for hILt i^ 'Z 
uung. Dut he was so sure she wac tU^ 

wo^d ts^r' ■""^r"'''^"' ^"•-" * 

that when the I H T"'*^ ''"'' ''*'P''=»'''« being. 

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PoUy Kirkland gendy. "it i,„', , ,„.«,,>„ of d,e 
man you can l.ve wth, but the man you can't U^ 
wahout. AndIa«K,r,y.butr«,^f„„'";i« 

"I «uppo«." returned Awley gloomily, "that 

the quesaon in the least?" 

J'You have hved without me," Miss Kirkland 

pointed out reproachfully, "for thirty years." 

1-ived ahnost shouted Ainsley. "Do vou 
caU Ma, hWng f What was I before^ I ^^"f 
I was an ignorant beast of the field. I knew as 
much a out living as one of the cows on mTferm 

m New York, I „«,«• ,|ept. j ^, , p 
Night Bank of health and happiness, a gre« bfc 
^sele. puppy. And „ow I Zt sl^p,^:.^ t* 

nfr, 1" ri"''*°'^y°"- I d""". about you al 
"S' *f "•»"« yo" »« day, go through the 

ttee trunks doing all the fool things a man does 

in •„ !k '" 'r' ""'' ^ »'" *« "^ ™«rable 
•nan in the world-and the happiest!" 

«. miserable also that she decided to run away 
Fnends had planned to spend the early sprinron 

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A* Nile and we« eager that .he .hould accompany 
et^L J K ?• rP'"-"" •^'"•d «o offer .T 

1 ve no nght to hope, still I do A,.A ^u . 
litde chance keep, „7„.Ve B°; Elpt, If ""' 
escape jo Egypt, what hold will I ,S^ „n yo":? 
you nught as well be in the moon rf/ 

ris2"Ka'rn:k t«r '"r.""' " 

n^..!. .1 ""raaKf Here I can telephone vou- 
not that I ever have anything to say that you warn 
K^hear bu, because I want to listen to yo^vlfc^ 

you were glad it was me. But EevM\ r,« t 
call up Egypt on the long^istan efXu^eave' 
me now, you'll leave me forever for T^r^ 
myself in Lone Lake." " *^''*'^" 

The day she sailed away he went to the steamer, 

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•nd, ^pirating he, f„„ ,^ ^ . 

eveiy nde they wen a«.:uj iT T "" 

roiyr Kjrkland seemed a b'tde uncertain a l.»l. 
frightened; almost on the ver» ^1 , 
persuaded «, .ur«uder For Ae i'": ""T 
Uid herhand on A.ns .e/s at', a^ d ^Tshr set 

r:^.:.t^:^Vhi^its^-£ 
rr'L:rti:!-^*-'--'"^<«^e-^^ 

"The last thing I tell you." she said, "the thinir 
Iwa^^u to temember, is this. that. AolJ, tdf 
not care — I iuani to care." 6 * «•" 

Ainsley caught at her hand and, to the dehVhr 

urously. His face was radiant. The fact of 
Parung from her had caused him ,«al suff.nn! 
had marked his face with hard iil 'nI^^TI' 
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The girl d«jv away. Already ,l.e regrewed the 

"Bue a change like that," ,he pleaded, "might 
not come for year., may never come!" T^ rec^^l 
W. to make the words she had uttered ~m 
less «„ou.. she spoke quickly and lightly. " 

tested -rj" M L'f' ""^ ' *'"«'" »»•« P'o- 
V„ ; i r"'** ■* '" •«» »»'«<'. too precious 
You^Aould b. able to/,W that the ch'nge has 

ml '"E! '"T "•" """"^ A.'.sley. doubt. 
'Ully. but It s a long way across two oceans It 
would be safer if you'd p„mise to use the cable 
Just one woid: 'Come.'" «= raoie. 

TTie girl shook her head and frowned. 
If you can't feel that the woman you love 

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"I don't have to answer thatf said Aindey. 
I wi I lend you a tign/' condnued the rirl, 
hwoly; t iecret wireleM memge. Itihallbea 
tett. If you love me you will read it at once. You 
will know the initant you lee it that it comet from 
me. No one else will be able to read it; but if you 
love me» you will know that I love you." 

Whether the spoke in metaphor or in fact, 
whether the was "playing for time/' or whether 
in her heart the already intended to Mon reward 
him with a message of glad tidings, Ainsley could 
jiot deade. And even as he begged her to en- 
lighten him the last whistle blew, and a determined 
officer ordered him to the ship's side. 

"Ju«t as in eveiything that is beautiful," he 
whispered eagerly, "I always see something of 
you, so now in eveiything wonderful I will read 
your message. But," he persisted, "how shall I 
be surff" 

The last bag of mail had shot into the hold, the 
most reluctant of the visitors were being hustled 
down the last remaimng gangplank. Ainslc/s 
state was desperate. 

"Will it be in symbol, or in dpher?" he de- 
manded. "Must I read it in the sky, or will you 

hide It m a letter, or-where ? Help me! Give 
me just a hint!" 

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The girl shook her head. 
"You will read it-in your heart," the laid. 
From the end of the wharf Ainiley watched the 
funnels of the ship disappear in the haze of the 
lower bay. His heart was sore and heavy, but in 
it diere was still room for righteous indignation. 
"Read it in my heart!" he protested. "How 
the devil can I read it in my heart f I want to 
read it prinud in a cablegram." 

Because he had always ifnderstood that young 
men in love found solace for their misery in solitude 
and in communion with nature, he at once drove 
his car to Lone Lake. But his misery was quite 
genuine, and the emptiness of the brick house 
only served to increase his lonelineos. He had 
built the house for her, though she had never 
visited it, and was assodated with it only through 
the somewhat indefinite medium of the telephone 
box. But in New York they had been much 
togedicr. And Ainsley quickly dedded that in 
revisiting those places where he had been happy 
in her company he would derive frrm the recol- 
lection some melancholy consolation. He accord- 
ingly raced back dirough the night to the dty; nor 
did he halt until he was at the door of her house. 
She had left it only that morning, and though it 
was locked in darkness, it still spoke of her. At 

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least It seemed to bring her nearer to him than 
when he was listening to the frogs in the lake, and 
crushmg his way through the pines. 

He was not hungry, but he went to a restaurant 
where, when he was host, she had often been the 
honored guest, and he pretended they were at 
supper together and without a chaperon. Either 
the Illusion, or the supper cheered him, for he was 
encouraged to go on to his club. There in the 
hbrary, with the aid of an atlas, he worked out 
where, after thirteen hours of moving at the rate of 
twenty-two knots an hour, che should be at that 
moment. Having determined that fact to his own 
satisfaction, he sent a wireless after the ship. It 
read: "It is now midnight and you are in latitude 
40 north, longitude 68° west, and I have grown 
old and gray waiting for the sign." 

The next morning, and for many days after, he 
was surprised to find that the city went on as 
though she still were in it. With unfeeling regu- 
^nty the sun rose out of the East River. On 
Broadway electric-light signs flashed, street-cars 
pursued each other, taxicabs bumped and skidded 
women, and even men, dared to look happy, and 
had apparently taken some thought to their attire 
They did not respect even his widowerhood. 
Ihey smiled upon him, and asked him jocularly 

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about the farm and his "crops," and what he was 
doing in New York. He pitied them, for obvi- 
ously they were ignorant of the fact that in New 
York there were art galleries, shops, restaurants 
of great interest, owing to the fact that Polly Kirk- 
land had visited them. They did not know that 
on upper Fifth Avenue were houses of which she 
had deigned to approve, or which she had de- 
stroyed with ridicule, and that to walk that ave- 
nue and hait before each of these houses was an 
inestimable privilege. 

Each day, with pathetic vigilance, Ainsley ex- 
ammed his heart for the promised sign. But so 
far from telling him that the change he longed for 
had taken place, his heart grew heavier, and as 
weeks went by and no sign appeared, what little 
confidence he had once enjoyed passed with them. 
But before hope entirely died, several false 
alarms had thrilled him with happiness. One 
was a cablegram from Gibraltar in which the only 
words that were intelligible were "congratulate" 
and "engagement." This lifted him into an 
ecstasy of joy and excitement, until, on having the 
cable company repeat the message, he learned it 
was a request from Miss Kirkland to congratulate 
two mutual friends who had just announced their 
engagement, and of whose address she was uncer- 

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tain. He had hardly recovered from this disap- 
pointment than he was again thrown into a tumult 
by the receipt of a mysterious package from the 
custom-house containing an intaglio ring. The 
ring came from Italy, and her ship had touched at 
Genoa. The fact that it was addressed in an un- 
known handwriting did not disconcert him, for 
he argued that to make the test more difficult she 
might disguise the handwriting. He at once car- 
ried the intaglio to an expert at the Metropolitan 
Museum, and when he was told that it represented 
Cupid feeding a fire upon an altar, he reserved a 
stateroom on the first steamer bound for the Medi- 
terranean. But before his ship sailed, a letter, 
also from Italy, from his aunt Maria, who was 
spending the winter in Rome, informed him that 
the ring was a Christmas gift from her. In his 
rage he unjustly condemned Aunt Maria as a med- 
dling old busybody, and gave her ring to the cook. 
After two months of pilgrimages to places sa- 
cred to the memory of Polly Kirkland, Ainsley 
found that feeding his love on post-mortems was 
poor fare, and, in surrender, determined to evacu- 
ate New York. Since her departure he had re- 
ceived from Miss Kirkland several letters, but they 
contained no hint of a change in her affections, 
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cipher or hidden message. They were merely 
frank, fnendly notes of travel; at first filled with 
^ssip of the steamer, and later telling of excur- 
sions around Cairo. If they held any touch of 
feelmg they seemed to show that she was soriy for 
him, and as she could not regard him in any way 
more calculated to increase his discouragement, he, 
in utter hopelessness, retreated to the solitude of 
the farm In New York he left behind him two 
trunks filled with such garments as a man would 
need on board a steamer and in the early spring 
m Egypt. They had been packed and in readi- 
ness since the day she sailed away, when she had 
told him of the possible sign. But there had been 
no sign. Nor did he longer believe in one. So in 
the baggage-room of an hotel the trunks were aban- 
doned, accumulating layers of dust and charges 
for storage. ** 

At the farm the snow still lay in the crevices of 
the rocks and beneath the branches of the ever- 
greens, but under the wet, dead leaves little flow- 
ers had begun to show their faces. The "back- 
bone of the winter was broken" and spring was in 
the air. But as Ainsley was certain that his heart 
also was broken, the signs of spring did not con- 
sole him. At each week-end he filled the house 
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found them dull. He liked better the soh'tude of 
the midweek days. Then for hours he woyld 
tramp through the woods, pretending she was at 
his side, pretending he was helping her across the 
streams swollen with winter rains and melted snow. 
On these excursions he cut down trees that hid 
a view he thought she would have liked, he cut 
paths over which she might have walked. Or he 
sat idly in a flat-bottomed scow in the lake and 
made a pretence of fishing. The loneliness of the 
lake and the isolation of the boat suited his humor. 
He did not find it triie that misery loves company. 
At least to human beings he preferred his com- 
panions of Lone Lake— :h beaver building his 
home among the reeds, the kingfisher, the blue 
heron, the wild fowl that in their flight north 
rested for an hour or a day upon the peaceful 
waters. He looked upon them as his guests, and 
when they spread their wings and left him again 
alone he felt he had been hardly used. 

It was while he was sunk in this state of mel- 
ancholy, and some months after Miss Kirkland 
had sailed to Egypt, that hope returned. 

For a week-end he had invited Holden and 
Lowell, two former classmates, and Nelson Mor- 
timer and his bride. They were all old friends 
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of his discouragement. So they did not ask to be 
entertained, but, disregarding him, amused them- 
selves after their own fashion. It was late Friday 
afternoon. The members of the house-party had 
just returned from a tramp through the woods and 
had joined Ainsley on the terrace, where he stood 
watching the last rays of the sun leave the lake in 
darkness. All through the day there had been 
sharp splashes of rain with the clouds dull and 
forbidding, but now the sun was sinking in a sky 
of crimson, and for the morrow a faint moon held 
out a promise of fair weather. 

Elsie Mortimer gave a sudden exclamation, and 
pointed to the east. " Look ! " she said. 

The men turned and followed the direction of 
her hand. In the fading light, against a back- 
ground of sombre clouds that the sun could not 
reach, they saw, moving slowly toward them and 
descending as they moved, six great white birds. 
When they were above the tops of the trees that 
edged the lake, the birds halted and hovered uncer- 
tainly, their wings lifting and falling, their bodies 
slanting and sweeping slowly, in short circles. 

The suddenness of their approach, their presence 
so far inland, something unfamiliar and foreign in 
the way they had winged their progress, for a mo- 
ment held the group upon the terrace silent 

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"They are gulls from the Sound," said Lowell. 

"They are too large for gulls," returned Mor- 
timer. "They might be wild geese, but," he an- 
swered himself, in a puzzled voice, "it is too late; 
and wild geese follow a leader." 

As though they feared the birds might hear 
them and take alarm, the men, unconsciously, 
had spoken in low tones. 

"They move as though they were very tired," 
whispered Elsie Mortimer. 

"I think," said Ainsley, "they have lost their 
way." ' 

But even as he spoke, the birds, as though they 
had reached their goal, spread their wings to the 
full length and sank to the shallow water at the 
farthest margin of the lake. 

As they fell the sun struck full up^n them, turn- 
ing their great pinions into flashing white and 
silver. 

"Oh!" cried the girl, "but they are beautiful!" 
Between the house and the lake there was a 
ridge of rock higher than the head of a man, and 
to this Ainsley and his guests ran for cover. On 
hands and knees, like hunters stalking game, they 
scrambled up the face of the rock and peered cau- 
tiously into the pond. Below them, less than one 
hundred yards away, on a tiny promontory, the 

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A white Wrdt wood modonleM. They rtowed 
no «gn of fear. They could not but know that 
beyond the lonely circle of the pond were the 
haunti of men. From the farm came the tinkle of 

IT; !'• *' ■"* °' " ''°8' "^ '■» *• valley, 
•a miles distant, rose faintly upon the stillness of 

Ae sun«t hour the rumble of a passing train. 

But If Aese sounds carried, die bird, gave no heed 

Z^^A •"■? '"f'' '"'' ''"88'"6 'ving. in the 
forward stoop of each white body, weighing heav- 

ily on Ae shm. black legs, was written utter wean- 

ness, abject fatigue. To each even to lower his 

effort And m Aeir exhaustion so complete was 
someAmg humanly helpless and paAetic. 

To Ainsley Ae mysterious visitors made a 
direct appeal. He felt as Aough Aey had Arown 
Aemselves upon his hospitality. That Aey Aowed 
such confidence Aat Ae sanctuary would be kept 
sacred touched him. And while his friends spoke 
eagerly, he remained silent, watching Ae di^p- 
in&^ost-like figures, his eyts filled wiA pity. 

I have seen birds like Aose in Florida," Mor- 
toner was whispering, "but Aey were not migra- 
tory birds. * 

'"'"'' I've seen white cranes in the Adiron- 
aid Lowell, "I 



dacks. 



never six at one time. 



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"They're like no bird / ever taw out of a zoo»" 
declared Eltie Mortimer. "Maybe they an from 
the Zoo ? Maybe they escaped from the Bronx V* 

"The Bronx it too near," objected Lowell. 
"Thete birdt have come a great distance. They 
move at thou^ they had been flying for many 
dayt." 

At diou^ die abturdity of hit own thought 
amused him, Mortimer laughed sofdy. 

"I'll tell you what diey do look Uke," he said. 
"They look like that) bird you see on the Nile, the 
sacred Ibis, they " 

Something between a gasp and a ciy starded 
him into silence. He found his host suring 
wildly, his lips parted, his eyes open wide. 

"Where ?" demanded Ainsley. "Where did you 
say?" His voice was so hoarse, so strange, that 
they all turned and looked. 

"On the Nile," repeated Mortimer. "All over 
Egypt. Why?" 

Ainsley made no answer. Unclasping his hold, 
he suddenly slid down the face of the rock, and 
with a bump lit on his hands and knees. With 
one bound he had cleared a flower-bed. In two 
more he had mounted the steps to the terrace, 
and in another instant had disappeared into the 
house. 



The Messengers 

"What happened to him?" demanded Elsie 
Mortimer. 

..»"*'" 8°»« » ««« • gun!" exclaimed Mortimer. 

But he mustn't! How can he think of shoodng 

them r he cried indignandy. 'Til put » stop to 

In die hall he found Ainsley surrounded by a 
group of startled servants. 

"You get diat car at die door in five minutes!" 
he was shouting, "and you telephone die hotel to 
have my trunks out of die cellar and on boarc» die 
Kron Prim Albert by midnight Then yo' tele- 
phone Hoboken diat I want a cabin, and if diey 
haven't got a cabin I want die captain's. And 
tell diem anyway I'm coming on board to-night, 
and I'm going widi diem if I have to sleep on 
deck. And yon," he cried, turning to Mortimer, 
"teke a shotgun and guard diat lake, and if any- 
body tries to molest diose birds — shoot him! 
They've come from Egypt! From Polly Kirk- 
land ! She sent them ! They're a sign ! " 
"Are you going mad ?" cried Morrimcr. 
"No!" roared Ainsley. "I'm going to Egypt, 
and I'm going now!" 

Polly Kirkland and her friends were travclh'ng 
slowly up die Nile, and had reached Luxor. A few 
hundred yards below die village dieir dahabiyeh 

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was moored to the bank, and, on the deck, Mim 
Kirkland wai watching a icarlet sun sink behind 
two palm-trees. By the grace of that special 
Providence that cares for drunken men» citizens 
of the United States, and lovers, her friends were 
on shore, and she was alone. For this she was 
grateful, for her thoughts were of a melancholy 
and tender nature and she had no wish for any 
companion save one. In consequence, when a 
steam-launch, approaching at full speed with the 
rattle of a quick-firing gun, broke upon her medi- 
tations, she was distii^ctly annoyed. 

But when, with much ringing of bells and shout- 
ing of orders, the steam-launch rammed the paint 
off her dahabiyeh, and a young man flung himself 
over the rail and ran toward her* her annoyance 
passed, and with a sigh she sank into his out- 
stretched, eager arnM. 

Half an hour Urer Ainsley laughed proudly 
and happily. 

"Well!" he exclaimed, "you can never say I 
kept you waiting. I didn't lose much time, did I ? 
Ten minutes after I got your C. Q. D. signal I 
was going down the Boston Post Road at seventy 
miles an hour." 

'My what ?** said the girl. 
'The sign!" explained Ainsley. "The sign you 

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The Mestengen 

jm. lo «nd me to tell me"-h« bent over W 

Iwnde .nd added fently-" rf,,, you cared for me." 

Oh, I remember," laughed Pblly Kirkland. 

lwai»iendyoua«gn.«ain'iI? Youwereio 

read it m your heart,'" the quoted. 

..^'^ ^ *■*''" "«'"«• AiiMley complacently. 

Th«re wen «veral TiIm alarmt. ami I'd almow 

toMbope, but when the meuengen came I knew 

With punled eye* the girl frowned and raiwd 
ner head. 

"McMcnger. r .he repeated. "I .ent no me.- 
•age Of cour^/' .he went on. "when I .aid you 
would read it m your heart' I meant that if you 
nally loved me you would not wait for a .ign, but 
you would ju.t comer She .ighed proudly and 
contentedly. "A^d you came. You under.tood 
that, didn t you ?" .ne asked anxiously. 

For an inttant Ain.ley .tared blankly, and then 
to hide hi. guilty countenance drew her toward 
nim and kisMd her. 

"Of courw," he stammered-" of courts I un- 
der.tood. That was why I came. I just couldn't 
stand It any longer." 

Breathing heavily at the thought of the blunder 
he had so narrowly avoided, Ainsley turned his 
head toward the great red disk that was disap- 

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ft 

pearing into the sands of the desert. He was so 
long silent that the girl lifted her eyes, iind found 
that already he had forgotten her presence and, 
tnir ^jced, was staring at the sky. On his face 
wa6 jewilderment and wonder and a touch of awe. 
The girl followed the direction of his eyes, and in 
the swiftly gathering darkness saw coming slowly 
toward them, and descending as they came, six 
great white birds. 

They moved with the last effort of complete 
exhaustion. In the drooping head and dragging 
wings of each was written utter weariness, abject 
fatigue. For a moment they hovered over the 
wah^biyeh and above the two young lovers, and 
then, like tired travellers who had reached their 
journey's end, they spread their wings and sank to 
the muddy waters of the Nile and into the envel- 
oping night. 

"Some day," said Ainsley, "I have a confession 
to make to you." 



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TT7HEN its turn came, the private secretaiy, 

▼ T somewhat apologetically, laid the letter in 
front of the Wisest Man in Wall Street. 

"From Mrs. Austin, probation officer. Court 
of General Sessions," he explained. "Wants a 
letter about Spear. He's been convicted of theft. 
G)mes up for sentence Tuesday." 

"Spear?" repeated Arnold Thorndike. 

"Young fellow, stenographer, used to do your 
letters last summer going in and out on the train." 

The great man nodded. "I remember. What 
about him ?" 

The habitual gloom of the private secretary was 
tightened by a grin. 

"Went on the loose; had with him about five 
hundred dollars belonging to the firm; he's with 
Isaacs & Sons now, shoe people on Sixth Avenue. 
Met a woman, and woke up without the money. 
The next morning he offered to make good, but 
Isaacs called in a policeman. When they looked 
into it, they found the boy had been drunk. They 
tried to withdraw the charge, but he'd been com- 

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Once Upon a Time 

mittcd. Now, the probation officer 18 trying to get 
the judge to suspend sentence. A letter from you. 
sir, would " ' 

It was evident the mind of the great man was 
elsewhere. Young men who, drunk or sober, spent 
the firm's money on women who disappeared 
before sunrise did not appeal to him. Another 
letter submitted that morning had come from his 
art agent in Europe. In Florence he had discov- 
ered the Corrcggio he had been sent to find. It 
was undoubtedly genuine, and he asked to be in- 
structed by cable. The price was forty thousand 
dollars. With one eye closed, and the other keenly 
regarding the inkstand, Mr. Thomdike decided to 
pay the price; and widi the facility of long prac- 
tice dismissed the Correggio, and snapped his mind 
back to the present. 

"Spear had a letter from us when he left, didn't 
he?" he asked. "What he has developed into, 
smce he left us—" he shrugged his shoulders. 
The secretary withdrew the letter, and sKpped 
another in its place. 

^^ "Homer Firth, the landscape man," he chanted, 
wants permit :on to use blue flint on the new 
road, with turf gutters, and to plant silver firs each 
side. Says it will run to about five thousand 
dollars a mile." 



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A Wasted Day 

"No!" protested the great man firmly, "blue 
flmt makes a country place look Uke a ceme- 
tery. Mine looks too much like a cemetery now. 
Landscape gardeners!" he exclaimed impatiendy. 
Their only idea is to insult nature. The place 
was better the day I bought it, when it was run- 
mng wild; you could pick flowers all the way to 
the gates." Pleased that it should have recurred 
to him, the great man smiled. "Why, Spear," he 
exclaimed, "always took in a bunch of them for 
his mother. Doa't you remember, we used to 
see him before breakfast wandering around the 
grounds picking flowers ?" Mr. Thorndike nod- 
ded briskly. "I Uke his taking flowers to his 
mother." 

"He said it was to his mother," suggested the 
secretary gloomily. 

"Well, he picked the flowers, anyway," laughed 
Mr. Thorndike. "He didn't pick our pockets. 
And he had the run of the house in those days. 
As far as we know," he dictated, "he was satis- 
factory. I>on't say more than that." 

The secretary scribbled a mark with his pencil. 

And the landscape man ?" 

"Tell him," commanded Thorndike, "I want a 
wocd road, suitable to a farm; and to let the trees 
grow where God planted them." 





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Once Upon a Time 

As his car slid downtown on Tuesday morning 
the mind of Arnold Thomdike was occupied with 
such details of daily routine as the purchase of a 
railroad, the Japanese loan, the new wing to his 
art gallery, and an attack that morning, in his own 
newspaper, upon his pet trust. But his busy 
mind was not too occupied to return the salutes of 
the traffic policemen who cleared the way for him. 
Or, by some genius of memory, to recall the fact 
that it was on this morning young Spear was to 
be sentenced for theft. It was a charming morn- 
ing. The spring was at full tide, ?nd the air was 
sweet and clean. Mr. Thorndike considered whim- 
sically that to send a man to jail with the memory 
of such a morning clinging to him was adding a 
year to his sentence. He regretted he had not 
given the probation officer a stronger letter. He 
remembered the young man now, and favorably. 
A shy, silent youth, deft in work, and at other 
times conscious and embarrassed. But that, on 
the part of a stenographer, in the presence of the 
Wisest Man in Wall Street, was not unnatural. 
On occasions, Mr. Thomdike had put even roy- 
alty — frayed, impecunious royalty, on the lookout 
for a loan — at its ease. 

The hood of the car was down, and the taste of 
the air, warmed by the sun, was grateful. It was 

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at this time, a year before, that young Spear picked 
the spring Bowers to take to his mother. A year 
from now where would young Spear be ? 

It was characteristic of the great man to act 
quickly, so quickly that his friends declared he 
was a slave to impulse. It was these same im- 
pulses, leading so invariably to success, that made 
his enemies call him the Wisest Man. He leaned 
forward and touched the chauffeur's shoulder. 

Stop at the Court of General Sessions," he com- 
manded. What he proposed to do would take but 
a few minutes. A word, a personal word from 
him to the district attorney, or the judge, would 
be enough. He recalled that a Sunday Special 
had once calculated that the working time of 
Arnold Thomdike brought him in two hundred 
dollars a minute. At that rate, keeping Spear 
out of prison would cost a thousand dollars. 

Out of the sunshine Mr. Thorndike stepped into 
the gloom of an echoing rotunda, shut in on eveiy 
side, hung by balconies, lit, many stories over- 
head, by a dirty skylight. The place was damp, 
the air acrid with the smell of stale tobacco juice, 
and foul with the presence of many unwashed 
humans. A policeman, chewing stolidly, nodded 
toward an elevator shaft, and other policemen 

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Once Upon a Time 

nodded him fuither on to the office of the dittrict 
a^rney. There Arnold Thomdike breathed more 
freely. He was again among his own people. He 
could not help but appreciate the dramatic quali- 
ties of the situation; that the richest man in Wall 
Street should appear in person to plead for a hum- 
ble and weaker brother. He knew he could not 
escape recognition, his face was too well known, 
but, he trusted, for the sake of Spear, the reporters 
would make no display of his visit. With a dep- 
recatory laugh, he explained why he had come. 
But the outburst of approbation he had antici- 
pated did not follow. * 

The district attorney ran his finger briskly down 
a printed card. "Henry Spear," he exclaimed, 
"that's your man. Part Three, Judge Fallon. An^ 
drews is in that court." He walked to the door 
of his private office. "Andrews!" he called. 

He introduced an alert, broad-shouldered young 
man of years of much indiscretion and with a 
charming and inconsequent manner. 

"Mr. Thomdike is interested in Henry Spear, 

coming up for sentence in Part Three this morning. 

Wants to speak for him. Take him over with you." 

The district attorney shook hands quickly, and 

retreated to his private office. Mr. Andrews took 

d, as he crossed the floor, lit it 



out a agarette 



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A Wasted Day 

J^,^ ""•" ^ «""»«»<W. Somewhat 
P^. .h^dy .nnoyed. bu, enjoying «,*., ^ 

novelty of Ae environmen. >nd the curtnew of hi. 
wceptjon Mr. Thomdike followed. He decided 
Aat. ,„ h„ Ignorance, he had wa.ted hi. own 
SIm *"/ *' Prosecudng attorney. He 
Aould at once have „nt in hi. card to the judge. 
A. he ■mder.tood it. Mr. Andrew, was noj co^. 

were the affair, of two continent.. But Mr. An- 
d^led h.m JO an office, bare and .mall, and 
offered him a cha.r, and handed him a morning 
^paper. There were people waiting in *! 
room, .ttange people, only like tho« Mr. Thorn- 
dike had .^n on feny-boat,. They leaned for- 
wrd toward young Mr. Andrew., fawning, their 
eye. wide with apprehen»,on. 

Mr Thomdike refused the newspaper. "1 
Aojt I wa. going «, «e the judge," he .ug. 

"Court doesn't open for a few minute, yet," 
»aid the aMi.tant district attorney. "Iud« is 
always late, anyway." J "8= •» 

Mr. Thomdik r suppressed an exclamation. He 
wanted to protest, but his clear mind showed him 
that there wa. nothing again.t which, with rea«,n, 

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Once Upon a Time 

he could protest. He could not complain becauae 
these people were not apparendy aware of the sac- 
rifice he was making. He had come among them 
to perform a kindly act. He recognized that he 
must not stultify it by a show of irritation. He 
had precipitated himself into a game of which he 
did not know the ndes. That was all. Next 
time he would know better. Next time he would 
send a clerk. But he was not without a sense of 
humor, and the situation as it now was forced 
upon him struck him as amusing. He laughed 
good-naturedly and reached for the desk tele- 
phone. ' 

"May I use this ?" he asked. He spoke to the 
Wall Street office. He explained he would be a 
few minutes late. He directed what should be 
done if the market opened in a certain way. He 
gave rapid orders on many different matters, asked 
to have read to him a cablegram he expected from 
Petersburg, and one from Vienna. 

"They answer each other," was his final instruc- 
tion. "It looks like peace." 

Mr. Andrews with genial patience had remained 
silent. Now he turned upon his visitors. A Le- 
vantine, burly, unshaven, and soiled, towered truc- 
ulently above him. Young Mr. Andrews with his 
swivel chair tilted back, his hands clasped behind 

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«'»«fomiof«reetinew«in«J c '*?™'''k»' 

*ep.vi.^rt3r:rfdrr;: 

there fell » hi, nearly ^K^ui f*""' »"'' '^™ 
"Get outr ^?H ''"d' he hawily covered. 

•howCL;"2!!v« ^'''-' "»-«« don't 

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sh«» oeU-j .« ^ * •* aivorce iron 
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"Now that he'i in Sing Slngf corrected Mr. 
Andrews. "I hop^ ept She detervet it That 
ton of yours, Mrs. Bernard," he dedared emphat- 
ically, "ii no good! ** 

The brutality shocked Mr. Thomdike. For the 
woman he felt a thrill of sympathy, but at once 
saw that it was superfluous. From the secure and 
lofty heights of motherhood, Mrs. Bernard smiled 
down upon the assistant district attorney as upon 
a naughty child. She did not even deign a pro- 
test She continued merely to smile. The smile 
reminded Thomdike of the smile on the face of a 
mother in a painting by Murillo he had lately pre- 
sented to the chapel in the college he liad given 
to his native town. 

"That son of yours," repeated young Andrews, 
"is a leech. He's robbed you, robbed his wife. 
Best thing I ever did for you was to send him up 
the river." 

The mother smiled upon him beseechingly. 

"Could you give me a pass ?" she said. 

Young Andrews flung up his hands and ap- 
pealed to Thomdike. 

"Isn't that just like a mother?" he protested. 
"That son of hers has broken her heart, tramped 
on her, cheated her; hasn't left her a cent; and 
she comes to me for a pass, so she can kiss him 

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rfirough the bars! And I'll bet she's got a cake 
for him in that basket!" 

The mother iaughed happily; she knew now she 
would get the pass. 

"Mothers," explained Mr. Andrews, from the 
depth of his wisdom, "are all like thit; your 
mother, my mother. If you went to jaii, your 
mother would be just like that." 

Mr. Thomdike bowed his head politely. He 

V L "^.7' ?°"«d««d going to jail, or whether. 
If he did, his mother would bring him cake in a 
basket. Apparently there were many aspects and 
accidents of life not included in his experience. 
Young Andrews sprang to his feet, and, with 
the force of a hose flushing a gutter, swept his 
soiled visitors into the hall. 

"Come on," he called to the Wisest Man, "the 
court is open." 

In the corridors were many people, and with his 
eyes on the broad shoulders of the assistant dis- 
trict attorney, Thorndike pushed his way through 
them. The people who blocked his progress were 
of the class unknown to him. Their looks were 
anxious, furtive, miserable. They stood in little 
groups, listening eagerly to a sharp-faced lawyer, 
or, m sullen despair, eying each other. At a door 

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a dpstafF laid his hand roughly on the arm of Mr. 
Thomdike. 

"That's all right, Joe," called young Mr. An- 
drews, "he's with me" They entered the court 
and passed down an aisle to a railed enclosure 
in which were high oak chairs. Again, in his 
effort to follow, Mr. Thomdike was halted, but 
the first tipstaff came to his rescue. "All right," 
he signalled, "he's with Mr. Andrews." 

Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs. 
"You sit there," he commanded, "it's reserved 
for members of the bar, but it's all right. You're 
with me." ' 

Distinctly annoyed, slightly bewildered, the 
banker sank between the arms of a chair. He 
felt he had lost his individuality. Andrews had 
become his sponsor. Because of Andrews he was 
tolerated. Because Andrews had a pull he was 
permitted to sit as an equal among police-court 
lawyers. No longer was he Arnold Thomdike. 
He was merely the man "with Mr. Andrews." 

Then even Andrews abandoned him. "The 
judge'll be here in a minute, now," said the assist- 
ant district attorney, and weiit inside a railed 
enclosure in front of the judge's bench. There 
he greeted another assistant district attorney 
whose years were those of even greater indiscre- 

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A Wasted Day 

rion than Ae years of Mr. Andrew,. Seated on 
Ae ™l wth their hands in their poclceTa^d 
their back, turned to Mr. Thomdite. Ly laughed 
and talked toged,er. The subjea of d,«r df^ 

To Mr Thomdike it wa, evident that youne 
Andrew, had e„d„|y forg„„en him. He °Z 
and touched his deeve W„h .„« • ' 

Mr. Thorndike be«r"Mvlt, """*" 

presdng, but— -'?^ ' ^ '"S^8""«"t, are not 

^^ A court attendant beat with his palm upon the 

Mr. Thorndike sat down. 

The coun attendant droned loudly words Mr 

^d of :r"."r '"^""S""''- ^We waf > 
nisde of silk, and from a door behind him the 

judge sulked past. He was a young maT Z 

alert, Insh-Amencan features was an expression 
of unnatu-^l gloom. With a smile Mr. E fce 
observed that it was as little suited to the rull 

r T/'^*»r"« ^■'"'8' »» "»« Ae robe Tht 
shoulders Mr. Thorndike was still smiling when 
young Andrews leaned over the rail. 






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"Stand up!" he hissed. Mr. Thorndike stood 
up. 

After the court attendant had uttered more 
unintelligible words, every one sat down; and 
the financier again moved hurriedly to the rail. 

"I would like to speak to him now before he 
begins/' he whispered. "I can't wait." 

Mr. Andrews stared in amazement. The bank- 
er had not believed the young man could look so 



senous. 



Speak to him, now!" exclaimed the district 
attorney. "You've got to wait till your man 
comes up. If you spe^k to the judge, now — " 
The voice of Andrews faded away in horror. 

Not knowing in what way he had offended, 
but convinced that it was only by the grace of 
Andrews he had escaped a dungeon, Mr. Thorn- 
dike retreated to his arm-chair. 



The clock on the wall showed him that, al- 
ready, he had given to young Spear one hour and 
a quarter. The idea was preposterous. No one 
better than himself knew what his time was really 
worth. In half an hour there was a board meet- 
ing; later, he was to hold a post mortem on a rail- 
road; at every moment questions were being asked 
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. "''*^ enclosure a lawyer was teadin/t a tVDe- 
wn«en speech. He as.u«d hi, hono/L^Te 
must have mo„ rime « p„pare hi, ca J. It was 

m«t respectable budnes, hou« was involved! 

anJ a sum of no less than nine hundred dollar. 

Nine h„nd«d dollars! The contrast struck C 

Thomdike's sense of humor full in the centre 

Untaowngly. he laughed, and found him^Hs 

consp,cuous as Aough he had appeared suddenly 

m h,s mght^Iothes. The dpstaffrbeat upon 2 

ra.1. the lawyer he had interrupted uttered an 

|nd,gnant exclamation. Andrews'^came hu^edly 

-ard^h.m. and the young judge slowly tu™^ 

"Tho«! pe,«,n, " he said, "who cannot respect 
the dignity of this court wiU leave it." As he 
«Me. wth hi, eye, fixed on tho,e of Mr. TTiorn! 
dike, the latter saw that the young judge had ,ud- 
denly recognized him. But the fa« o^hi, iden- 
«y did not cau« the frown to relax or the rebuke 
to halt ununered. In even, icy «,nes the judge 
conanued: "And it is well they should rememb!; 

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that the law is no respecter of persons and that 
the dignity of this court will be enforced, no mat- 
ter who the offender may happen to be." 

Andrews slipped into the chair beside Mr. 
Thomdike, and grinned sympathetically. 

"Sony!" he whispered. "Should have warned 
you. We won't be long now," he added encour- 
agingly. "As soon as this fellow finishes his 
argument, the judge'Il take up the sentences. 
Your man seems to have other friends; Isaacs 
& Sons are here, and the type-writer firm who 
taught him; but what you say will help most. It 
won't be more than a couple of hours now." 

"A couple of hours!"' Mr. Thorndike raged 
inwardly. A couple of hours in this place where 
he had been publicly humiliated. He smiled, a 
thin, shark-like smile. Those who made it their 
business to study his expressions, on seeing it, 
would have fled. Young Andrews, not being 
acquainted with the moods of the great man, 
added cheerfully: "By one o'clock, anyway." 

Mr. Thorndike began grimly to pull on his 
gloves. For all he cared now young Spear could 
go hang. Andrews nudged his elbow. 

"See that old lady in the front row ?" he whis- 
pered. "That's Mrs. Spear. What did I tell 
you; mothers are all alike. She's not taken her 

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A Wasted Day 



She knows 



«y <f you rince court opened. 
}«u re her one best bet." 

Impatiently Mr. Thomdike raised hi. h^A 
He saw a httle. white-haired wo.r3.ot.t^^a; 
him In her eye, wa. the same look he had^n 

he'^LiM i:ve°i.t ;:::^i°^*- ^°«"-' '^-x 

pe.ei"''"^! r* f '^"~"«"" Andrew, whis- 
aZ: ,.^^P«"' Third man fiom the last" 
A long line, guarded in front and rear shXrf 

selves against the wall. Among them were old men 
and young boy,, well dressed, clever-looking"!^ 

"haven, thin-hpped Broadway.rd,-and Spear 
ch^li" »'"<' hanging, with lips wht nd • 

Mr. Thorndike had ri«n, and. in farewell was 
hoWmg out his hand to Andrews. He i^' 

aer and the stenographer met. At the sight of 
Ae g«at man. Spear flushed crimson, and then hJ 
look of despair slowly disappeared; and into hi, 

nTtutrd hisT T'J!!""?'^ '"^ """ e'aritud 

«e turned his head suddenly to the waU. 

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Once Upon a Time 

Mr. Thomdike itood irreiolute, and then sank 
back into hit chair. . 

The first man in the line was already at the rail- 
ing, and the questions put to him by the judge 
were being repeated to him by the other assistant 
district attorney and a court attendant His mut- 
tered answers were in turn repeated iO the judge. 

"Says he's married, naturalized cidzen, Luth- 
eran Church, die-cutter by profession." 

The probation officer, her hands filled with pa- 
pers, busded forward and whispered. 

"Mrs. Ausdn says," condnued the district at- 
torney, "she's looked mto this case, and asks to 
have the man turned over to her. He has a wife 
and three children; has supported them for five 
years." 

"Is the wife in court?" the judge said. 

A thin, washed-out, pretty woman stood up, 
and clasped her hands in front of her. 

"Has this man been a good husband to you, 
madam ?" asked the young judge. 

The woman broke into vehement assurances. 
No man could have been a better husband. Would 
she take him back ? Indeed she would take him 
back. She held out her hands •/ though she 
would physically drag her husband from the 
pilloiy. 

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A Wasted Day 

The judge bowed toward the probation officer, 
■nd the beckoned the prisoner to her. 

Other men followed, and in whe fortune of each 
Mr. Thomdike found himwlf, to hit turprite, 
taking a pertonal interett. It wat at good at a 
play. It reminded him of the Sidliant he had 
•een in London in their little sordid tragediet. 
Only thete actort were appearing in their proper 
pertont in real dramat of a life he did not know, 
but which appealed to tomething that had been 
long untouched, long in dituse. It was an uncom- 
fortabic sensation that left him restless because, 
as he appreciated, it needed expression, an out- 
let. He found this, partially, in praising, through 
Andrews, the young judge who had pubUcIy 
rebuked him. Mr. Thomdike found him astute, 
sane; his queries intelligent, his comments just. 
And this probation officer, she, too, was capable, 
was she not? Smiling at his interest in what to 
him was an old story, the younger man nodded. 
^^ "I Uke her looks," whispered the great man. 
"Like her clear eyes and clean skin. She strikes 
me as able, full of energy, and yet womanly. 
These men when they come under her charge," 
he insisted, eagerly, "need money to start again, 
don't they?" He spoke anxiously. He believed 
he had found the clew to his restlessness. It was 

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Once Upon a Tiuiz 

a detin to help; to be of uw to thete fafluret who 
had fallen and who #ere being lifted to their feet 
Andrews looked at him curiously. "Anything 
you give her/' he answered, ''would be well in- 
vested." 

"If you will tell me her name and address?" 
whispered the banker. He was much given to 
charity, but it had been perfunctoiy, it was ex- 
tended on the advice of his secretary. In help- 
ing here, he felt a genial glow of personal pleas- 
ure. It was much more satisfactory than giving 
an Old Master to his private chapel. 

In the rear of the court-room there was a scuffle 
that caused every one to turn and look. A man, 
who had tried to force his way past the tipstaffV, 
was being violently ejected, and, as he disap- 
peared, he waved a paper toward Mr. Thomdike. 
The banker recognized him as his chief clerk. 
Andrews rose an: <<^«.sly. "That man wanted to 
get to you. I'll see what it is. Maybe it's im- 
portant." 

Mr. Thomdike pulled him back. 

"Maybe it is," he said dryly. "But I can't 
see him now, I'm busy." 



Slowly the long line of derelicts, of birds of 
prey, of sorry, weak failures, passed before the 

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A Watted Day 

dme mad, , ««, upon A. b.ck of .„ envelop.. 
Hi h.d fbrpnen A, dm. o, h.d cho..n « d^ 
»«»r«l It. So gre„ w,. hi. !„«„„ ^.t h. had 

LT^L?^ ''•''™'" '^"''« •« •••«'»«•« 

TW?[ •*" T^ •'"^' " W. elbow. 
Mw d,,, he w.. Ii.«„i„g „ , rotund, «iy |i,de 
-«w.d. b..dy. bird-lik. eye. who. .i h^T^K 
^«««d and gewculated. Behind him wood a 
younger man, a more modern edidon of d,e odier 

f«; moment fixed hi. eye. upon d» prf^nW. 

MW. Me laid hi. hand upon a pile of letter. 

Wien you were your own wor.t%„emy, ^ 

fnend. came to help you. The« letter. , -a" 

SeiTd' ^""'"P'T"-'«>"» >ou robbed, hive 
pleaded widi me m your favor. It i. n,™.j 

KmeT'h*l' " *' *■•- ^" -S 
me crime of which you are found guilty, you 

«nse.. I, appear, you can not When you 

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drink you are a menace to yourself— and, as is 
shown by diis crime, to the community. There- 
fore, you must not drink. In view of the good 
character to which your friends have testified, 
and on the condition that you do not touch liquor, 
I will not sentence you to jail, but will place you 
in charge of the probation officer." 

The judge leaned back in his chair and beck- 
oned to Mr. Andrews. It was finished. Spear 
was free, and from different parts of the court- 
room people were moving toward the door. Their 
numbers showed that die friends of the young 
man had been many. Mr. Thorndike felt a cer- 
tain twinge of disappointment. Even though the 
result relieved and pleased him, he wished, in 
bringing it about, he had had some part. 

He begrudged to Isaacs & Sons the credit of 
having given Spear his liberty. His morning 
had been wasted. He had neglected his own 
interests, and in no way assisted those of Spear. 
He was moving out of the railed enclosure when 
Andrews called him by name. 

"His honor," he said impressively, "wishes to 
speak to you." 

The judge leaned over his desk and shook Mr. 
Thorndike 



by 



speech. 



The speech was about public-spirited citizens who, 



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A Wasted Day 

misfortune ^1 J. . ^^"ow^rcaturcs in 

be swayed by wealrl, «/ r • -^t ^°' ^^ " 

sonally, want to know t ^ V ' ^' "^^ 

a«^ •^ L " "P*^" mmself to suDDre«« 

upTn S nuM- • '"'' ~»F"W'»«'> them 

upon their public spint. and the tyDe-writtr firm 

upon the r public soirit A„A .k l ™ 

.t^»j- f<"'"c spint. And then he saw Soear 

standing apart regarding him doubtfully. ^ 

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Once Upon a Time 

Spear did not offer his hand, but Mr. Thorn- 
dike took it, and shook it, and said: "I want to 
meet your mother." 

And when Mrs. Spear tried to stop sobbing 
long enough to tell him how happy she was, and 
how grateful, he instead told her what a fine son 
she had, and that he remembered when Spear 
used to carry flowers to town for her. And she 
remembered it, too, and thanked him for the 
flowers. And he told Spear, when Isaacs & 
Sons went bankrupt, w^ich at the rate they were 
giving away their money to the Hebrew Hospital 
would be very soon. Spear must come back to 
him. And Isaacs & Sons were delighted at the 
great man's pleasantry, and afterward repeated it 
many times, calling upon each other to bear wit- 
ness, and Spear felt as though some one had given 
him a new backbone, and Andrews, who was 
guiding Thomdike out of the building, was think- 
ing to himself what a great confidence man had 
been lost when Thomdike became a banker. 



The chief clerk and two bank messengers were 
waiting by the automobile with written calls for 
help from the office. They pounced upon the 
banker and almost lifted him into the car. 

"There's still time!" panted the chief clerk. 

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A Wasted Day 

"There 18 not!" answered Mr. Thorndike Hi. 
thonqr of ,p^^ ^^.,j ^^ „ " 

fc^H Ml^ '• ^^'^" »« called, "jump 
in, and 111 give you a lunch at Shert/s." ' "^ 

i-eTLTl'Sir^ °'*' ""'"'^ '"'''' ""' 

"Wait till I get my hatt" he called. 

,nZ. T *™""'' "'""' "P *« »v«nue the 

neglected added zest to their holiday, and youn« 
Mr. Andrews laughed aloud ""young 

Mr Jhomdike raised his eyebrows ir.juiringly. 
I was wondering," said Andrews, "how much 
•t c^t you to keep Spear out of jail ?" * 

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A CHARMED LIFE 

OHE loved him so, that when he went away 
kJ to a little war in which his countiy was inter- 
ested she could not understand, nor quite forgive. 
As the correspondent of a newspaper, Chester- 
ton had looked on at other wars; when the yellow 
races met, when the infidel Turk spanked the 
Christian Greek; and one he had watched from 
inside a British square, where he was greatly 
alarmed lest he should be trampled upon by ter- 
rified camels. This had happened before he and 
she had met. After they met, she told him that 
what chances he had chosen to uke before he 
came into her life fell outside of her jurisdiction. 
But now that his life belonged to her, this talk of 
his standing up to be shot at was wicked. It was 

worse than wicked; it was absurd. 
When the Maine sank in Havana harbor and 

the word "war" was appearing hourly in hysteri- 

cal extras, Miss Armitage explained her position. 
"You musm't think," she said, "that I am 

one of those silly giris who would beg you not to 

go to war." 

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Once Upon a Time 

At the moment of speaking her cheek hap- 
pened to be retting against his, and his arm was 
about her, so he humbly bent his head and kissed 
her, and whispered very proudly and sofdy, "No, 
dearest." 

At which she wididrew from him frowning. 

"No! I'm not a bit like those giris," she pro- 
claimed. "I merely tell you you can't go! My 
gracious!" she cried, helplessly. She knew the 
words fell short of expressing her distress, but 
her education had not ^supplied her with excla- 
mations of greater violence. 

"My goodness!" she cried. "How can you 
frighten me so? It's not like you," she re- 
proached him. "You are so unselfish, so noble. 
You are always thinking of other people. How 
can you talk of going to war— to b . killed— to 
me? And now, now that you have made me 
love you so ?" 

The hands, that when she talked seemed to 
him like swallows darting and flashing in the 
sunlight, clutched his sleeve. The fingers, that 
he would rather kiss than the lips of any odier 
woman that ever lived, clung to his arm. Their 
clasp reminded him of that of a drowning child 
he had once lifted from the surf 
^^ "If you should die," whispered Miss Armitage. 
"What would I do. What would I do!" 

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A Channed Life 

"But my dearew," cried die young man. "Mv 
*.««o«/ I've ^ «, go. If. L own ^^ 
EveO'body ,l.e will go," he pleaded.^^I; 

iTiT ^T' "!'' *^" «°'"8 « fight. J 

I m ^ng ojjly «, ook on. Thaf. bad en;ugh 
««t «^ w,d,ou, ritring a. home? You oJu 
be »ny I m not going to fight." 
,„J^'" ^daimed the giri. "If y„„ ,<,», 

"If I love you » .houted die young man. Hi, 

/want die war? Do / want to free Cuba ? Not 

tt sure to be lolled. You are «, big-and » 

figh^ng I., and dien-then you will die." She 

SMing h,m from a great distance. "And." she 
added fatefully. "I ^, jje. «„. or maybe I ^1 
have «> hve, to live widiout you for years for 
many miserable years." ^ ' ' 

Ji^te'h'^* r" 'r°"' " *°"8h in hi, 
joy m her he might crush her in his hands, die 
young man drew her to him and held her d.^ 

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Once Upon a Time 

After a tflence he whiipeied. "But, you know 
that nothing can happen to me. Not now, that 
God hat let me love you. He could not be lo 
cruel. He would not have given me tuch happineta 
to take it from me. A man who lovet you, as I 
love you, cannot come to any harm. And the man 
you love is immortal, immune. He holds a charmed 
life. So long as you love him, he must live." 

The eyes of the girl smiled up at him through 
her tears. She lifted her lips to his. "Then you 
will never die!" she said. 

She held him away from her. "Listen!" she 
whispered. "What you say is true. It must be 
true, because you are always right. I love you 
so that nothing can barm you. My love will 
be a charm. It will hang around your neck 
and protect you, and keep you, and bring you 
back to me. When you are in danger my love 
will save you. For, while it lives, I live. When 
it dies " 

Qiesterton kissed her quickly. 

"What happens then," he said, "doesn't mat- 
ter." 

The war game had run its happy-go-lucky 
course briefly and brilliantly, with "gloiy enough 
for all," even for Chesterton. For, in no previous 
campaign had good fortune so persistently stood 

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A Channed Life 



"^ « lu. .how. A, e.ch «om.„, of th. 
WW th.t WM cnocti, pictuiwque, dnmadc. by 
•ome lucky .coden. he found him«lf »^ 

Ju« piwi boat broke down .t Crfen... , Yankee 

for h.. ^ benefi,. engaged in an imprompw 
duel within range of hi. megaphone. When hi. 
hor^ went lame, the column with which he had 
wi.hed to advance, paned forward to the front 
uiimok.ted. while the rear guard, to which he had 
been forced to join hi. fortune, fought it. way 
through die .tiffing underbrudi. ^ 

Between hi. new. dcpatche., when he wa. not 
nnging At p«i«. of hi. fellow<ountiymen, or 
copying h.t. of dieir kiUed and wounded, he w;ote 
to M... Armiuge. Hi. letter, we« «,awled on 
yellow copy paper and con.i«ed of repetition, of 
the three word.. "I fove you." rearranged, illu- 
minated, and intenrilied. "^ 

Each letter began much in At wme way. 
/n>e war IS .till going on. You can read about 
« in the papers. What I want you to know i. 
that I love you as no man ever-" And w on for 
•nany pages. 

reached him. It was picked up in die sand at 



Once Upon a Time 

Siboney after the medial corpi, in an effort to 
wipe out the >PcIlow^ever» had let fire lo the pon- 
officetent ' 

She had written it tome weeks before from 
hertummer home at Newport, and in it the said: 
"When you went to the front, I thought no worn- 
tn could love more than I did then. But, now 
I know. At leatt I know one girl who can. She 
cannot write it. She can never tell you. You 
mutt jutt believe. 

"Each day I hear from you, for at toon at the 

paper comet, I take it<down to the rockt and 

read your cablet, and I look touth acrott the 

ocean to Cuba, and try to tee you in all that 

fighting and heat and fever. But I am not afraid. 

For each morning I wake to find I love you moie; 

Aat it hat grown ttronger, more wonderful, more 

hard to bear. And I know the charm I gave you 

growt with it, and it more powerful, and that it 

jwU bring you back to me wearing new honort, 

beanng your theavet with you.' 

"At though I cared for your new honort. I 
want yott, you, you— only you." 

When Santiago turrendered and the invading 
army settled down to arrange termt of peace, and 
imbibe fever, and General Miles moved to Porto 
Rico, Chetterton moved with him. 



A Charmed Life 



1» that pretty Ottle idand . «,mm,„d of w«. 

^ •«»ck, dnven bick the S ,ni,rdt from 

ii i„T J^ T "'■*"»»" •• *• «•-"» 
w in line of march, and the men were thakinc 

•WMOng volunteer Maff officer rode down the 

of a field manhal. held up hi. hand. ^ 

and peace II declared r 

«randchee^. TW who „w promotion ,„d 

deeply. Che.terto« feU upon hi. wddle-bag. and 
began to diwibut. hi. poMewion. amoj ^ 
enliwed men. After he had remobiU«d! £ 
effect. con«««| of a change of clothe^ ^cam- 
era, water-bottle, and hi. medicine ca«. I„ hi. 

believe he wood m need of the medidne caK 

ned with It a pronuK from him that he alwav. 

r"r?"'- «'^«'"P-ked"itthjS 
Ae^mpaign, and for other, it had prov^ of 

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"I take it you an leaving u.,» md an officer 
envKHuly. 

"I »m leaving you m quick." cried aewer- 

to« lau^ng. "diat you won't even tee the duit. 

mere, a transport itart* from Mayaguez at 

«x to^nonow morning, and. if I don't catch it. 

this pony will die on the wharf." 

"Tlie i«»d to Mayaguez is not healthy for 
Amenan. „,d Ae general in command. "I 
don t think I ought to let you go. The enemy 
does not know peace i. on yet. and there are a lot 
of guerillas ** 

Oesterton dK>ok his head in pitying wonder. 
Not let me gol" he exclaimed. "Why. Gene- 
lal. you haven't enough men in your command 
to «op me, and as for the Spamards and gue- 

I m » damned homenck that I am liable to 
H^k "" ** *^'"" gets me to Sandy 

"If you are shot up by an outpost." growled 
the general >„ wiU be wor«, off than home- 

rill il i-'u '^.r^ *° Mayaguez. Better wait 
»U daylight. Where's the sense of dying, after 
the fitting's over?" / 6» •*« 

die, laughed Chesterton. His head was bem and 

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A Channed life 



"We hadn't nodced i V «iid A. general. 

"If. not that kind of a charm," nid Ches- 
terton. "Good-by, General." 
The road wa. hardly more than a trail, but 

i^i'"*" *'.^' '■'P** "^ *« fo"" Ches- 
terton threw up h« arms and thanked God that 

he was moving toward her. The luck that had 

a«»n.p.^ed him th»ughout the camp^ haj 

Wd unal the end. Had he been fo«^ « wai' 

a^nd, of torment, an arid, wasted place in hi. 

t^pitan, hs htde Porto Rican pony, he was 
brought closer to her. He was so Zppy aJT, 
he galloped through d,e dark shadoS^ of A. 
jungle or out into the brilliant moonlight he 
d-outed aloud and «„g, a„d again a. hTulgS 

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Once Upon a Time 

El Capital! to greater bursts of speed, he explained 
in joyous, breathless phrases why it was that he 
urged him on. 

"For she is wonderful and most beautiful," 
he cried, "the most glorious giri in all the world! 
And, if I kept her waiting, even for a moment. 
El Capitan, I would be unworthy— and I might 
lose her! So you see we ride for a great prize!" 

The Spanish column that, the night before, had 
been driven from Adhuntas, now in ignorance of 
peace, occupied both sides of the valley through 
which ran the road to M^yaguez, and in ambush 
by the road itself had placed an outpost of two 
men. One was a sharp-shooter of the picked 
corps of the Guardia Civile, and one a sergeant 
of the regiment that lay hidden in the heights. 
If the Americans advanced toward Mayaguez, 
these men were to wait until the head of the 
column drew abreast of them, when they were to 
fire. The report of their rifles would be the signal 
for those in the hill above to wipe out the memory 
of Adhuntas. 

Chesterton had been riding at a gallop, but, 
as he reached the place where the men lay in 
ambush, he pulled El Capitan to a walk, and took 
advantage of his first breathing spell to light his 
pipe. He had already filled it, and was now 

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A Charmed Life 



fumW.^ ,„ h,. pock« for hi, matth-box. IT* 

WW « d,e bnm with matdie., for one pem.y 
But. t was a mow precious po«e,rion. I„ the 
early day. of h., interest in Mis. Armitage, as 

•he had handed it to him. ^ 

"Why." he asked. 

simply, and have to borrow some." 

The other men in the car, knowing this to be 
a just reproof, laughed «irdonicaIly, and aftb^ 
hugh the girl had looked up in surpL ae,^ 
««. seemg the look, understood' that her ac^ 
.?,!? " '\ T' t"^ '^" '^"«' »>»<• been i^ 

a^^ himself why young Miss Armitage should 
c^sider h„ comfort, and why the fact Aat she 
did consider it should make him so extremely 

loved hun and he loved her. 
Having arrived at thai conclusion, he h-d 

with her mmals. marked with his crest, with 
""..ge cabalisdc mo.«,e, diat meant ^thin^^ 

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Once Upon a Time 

any 6ne save diemtelvet. But the wooden match- 
box was still the most valued of his possessions. 

As he rode into the valley the rays of the moon 
fell fully upon him, and exposed him to the out- 
post as pitilessly as though he had been held in 
the circle of a search-light. 

The bronzed Mausers pushed cautiously through 
the screen of vines. There was a pause, and the 
rifle of the sergeant wavered. When he spoke his 
tone was one of disappointment. 
"He is a scout, riding alone," he said. 
"He is an oflicer," returned the sh^rp-shooter, 
excitedly. "The others follow. We should fiie 
now and give the signal." 

"He is no officer, he is a scout," repeated the 
seigeant. "They have sent him ahead to study 
the trail and to seek us. He may be a league in 
advance. If we shoot himt we only warn the 
others." 

Chesterton was within fifty yards. After an 
excited and anxious search he had found the 
match-box in the wrong pocket. The eyes of the 
sharp-shooter frowned along the barrel of his rifle. 
With his chin pressed against the stock he whis- 
pered swifdy from the comer of his lips, "He is an 
officer! I am aiming where the strap crosses his 
heart You aim at his belt. We fire together." 

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A Charmed Life 



ou. gallop had covered El Capitan with a lather 

w^A K. The gaundet. wid, which Cheweiton 
held d«m were wet. A. he «i«d d« match- 
box ,t .hpped from hi. fi„ge« a„d fell noi.e\t»ly 
in die t«,l. W.d. an exclamadon he dropped 

dust began an eager learch. "^ * , 

The wigeant caught at d>e rifle of the .harp- 
mooter, and pressed it down. 

"Look!" he whispered. "He .V a scout. He 
» searching the trail for the tracks of our ponies. 
If you fire they wiU hear it a league away." 

"But if he finds our trail and returns " 

The •ejgeant diook his head. "I fct him pas. 
forwid." he sa.d grimly. "He will never return." 
Chesterton pounced upon, the half-buried match- 
box, and ma panic lest he might again lose i^ 
thruw It inside hi. tumc. 
"Litde do you know. El Capitan," he exclaimed 

J. f ..;' " •" «""•>'«' hack into the Kid- 
dle and Wted die pony into a gallop, "what a 
narrow escape I had. I almost lost it." 

Toward midnight diey came to a wooden 
bodge swinging above a ravine in which a moun- 
tain stream, forqr feet below, spUshed over half- 

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Once Upon a Time 

hidden rocki, and the stepping stones of the ford. 
Even before the campaign began the bridge had 
outUved Its usefulness, and the unwonted burden of 
trtilleiy, and the vibrations of marching men had 
so shaken it that it swayed like a house of cards. 
Threatened by its own weight, at the mercy of the 
first tropic storm, it hung a death trap for the 
one who first added to its burden. 

No sooner had El Capitan struck it squarely 
with his four hoofs, than he reared and, whirling, 
sprang back to the solid earth. The sudden- 
ncss of his retreat had ^11 but thrown Chester- 
ton, but he regained his seat, and digging the 
pony roughly with his spurs, pulled his head 
again toward the bridge. 

mtT!**^ ''"' ^°" '''>^*"« **' "°^^" ^^ panted. 
That 8 a perfecdy good bridge." 

For a minute horse and man struggled for the 
mastery, the horse spinning in short drdes, the 
man pulling, tugging, urging him with knees and 
spurs. The first round ended in a draw. There 
were two more rounds with the advantage sliehdv 
in favor of El Capitan, for he did not approach 
the bndge. 

The night was warm and the exertion violent. 
Chesterton, puzzled and annoyed, paused to re- 
gain his breath and his temper. Below him, in 

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A Chaimed Life 

*e ravine, the Aallow w.ien of Ae fori dW 
•»»»m .„gge«,„g , pfe^„, comprom..e. He 
"«ned hM ^ downwari and „w hanging over 

£ Z!' v^' 7^"^ •" ■* » whi« WM upon 
Ae lowr hmb of a dead ttee. He knew i, » be 

H?^„t, r ' W"« ^' ^'P'"" '-'"■nd hinf 

a! '^?^ ■" ?* ''*"' *"• *« '>«l » which 
the orchid was cUnging, and with we, mo» and 

graa packed it in hi. leather camera caw. The 

camera he abandoned on the path. He alway. 

could buy another camera; he could not again 

rany a white orchid, plucked in the heart of die 

*7'" ?" *•"«•" P*»« was declared, to the 
Pri he left behind him. Followed by El Capi! 
tan, nonng and snuffing gratefully at die cool 
^«. he waded the ford, and wid, his camm 
case ^nging from his shoulder, galloped up die 
opposite bank and back into the trail "^ "P "* 

from the death blow struck by El Capitan, went 
whirhng into die ravine and was broken up^n die 
~cb below. Heari^ die crash behind himrOit 
terton guessed diat m die jungle a tree had fallen. 

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Once Upon a Tunc 

Thejr had itarted at tix in the afternoon and 
htdwered twenty of the forty miles diat lay 
between Adhuntai and Mayaguez, when, jutt at 
die outtkirtt of die any village of Caguan, El 
Capitan ftumbled, and when he arote painfully, 
he again fell forward. 

Caguan was a litde church, a litde vine-cov- 
ered inn, a dozen one-ttory adobe houses shining 
in die moonlight like whitewashed sepulchres. 
They faced a grass-grown plaza, in die centre of 
which stood a great wooden cross. At one cor- 
ner of die village was a corral, and in it many 
ponies. At the sight Chesterton gave a ciy of 
relief. A light showed dirough die closed shut- 
ters of die inn, and when he beat widi his whip 
upon die door, from die adobe houses odier 
lights shone, and white-clad figures appeared in 
die moonlight. The landlord of die inn was a 
Spaniard, fat and prosperous-looking, but for die 
moment his face was eloquent widi such distress 
and miseiy diat die heart of die young man, who 
was at peace widi all die world, went instandy 
out to him. The Spam'ard was less sympathetic. 
When he saw die khaki suit and die campaign 
hat he scowled, and ungraciously would have 
closed die door. Chesterton, apologizing, pushc J 
It open. His pony, he explained, had gone lame. 



A Channed Life 



l!^i^ u h«ve^.««iother, .nd « once. The 
landlord ihnigged hit ihoulden. Theie wwe war 
timet, he taid, and die American officer could 
take what he liked. They in Caguan were non- 
cumbatantt and could not protett. Qetterton 
hattemd to reatture him. The war, he an- 
nwinced, wat over, and were it not, he wat no 
officer to ittue requititiont. He intended to pay 
for die pony. He unbuckled his belt and poured 
upon the table a handful of Spanith doubloons. 
The landlord lowered die candle and rilendy 
counted the gpid pieces, and dien calling to him 
two of his fellow-vUagers, crossed die any plaza 
and entered the corral. 

"The American pig." he whitpered, "wishet to 
buy a pony. He tells me die war is over; diat 
Spam has surrendered. We know diat must be 
» lie. It is more probable he is a deserter. He 
claims he is a dvilian, but diat also is a lie, for 
he is m uniform. You, Paul, sell him your pony, 
and dien wait for him at die first turn irthe 
trail, and take it from him." 
"He is armed," protested die one called Paul. 
You must not give him dme to draw his revol- 
ver, ordered die landlord. "You and Pedro 
will shoot him from die shadow. He is our coun- 
tiy s enemy, and it will be in a good cause. And 

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fc« my ctny despacchet. If w« tike them to 
the commiiidaiite at Mayaguet lie wiU reward 
ut." 

"And the gold piecet?" demanded die one 
called Paul. 

"We will divide diem in three parti," said the 
landlord. 

In die front of the inn, lurrounded by a ghoit- 
hke group diat ipoke its tuipidoni, CheMerton 
wai lifting hit saddle from El Capitan and rub- 
bmg die lame foreleg. It waa not a teriout 
•pram. A week would let it ri^t, but for diat 
night die pony was usdlett. Impadendy, Chet- 
terton called acron die plaza, b^^ging die land- 
lord to make hatte. He was eager to be gone, 
alarmed and fearful lest even diis slight delay 
•hould cause him to miss die tnnwpon. The 
thought was intolerable. But he was also acutely 
consdous diat he was very hungiy, and he was 
too old a campaigner to scoff at hunger. Widi 
die hope diat he could find somediing to carry 
widi him and eat as he rode forward, he entered 
the inn. 

The main room of die house was now in dark- 
ncss, but a smaller room adjoining it was lit by 
candles, and by a dny taper floadng before a 
cruafix. In die light of die candles Chesterton 

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wide out . M, u print bending ow it. . worn- 
•n kMehng betide it, and upon the bed the 
htde figure of • bo; who tOMed and moaned. 
Ai CheMerton halted and waited hesitating, the 
pnett tm>de past him, and in a voice dull and 
«at with grief and weariness, ordered those at 
Ae door to bring the landlord quickly. As one 
of the group leaped toward the corral, the priest 
•aid to the others: "There is another attack. I 
have lost hope." 

Chesterton advanced and asked if he could be 

uif ?"*• .7^ P"*** *^^ ^* »»«»d. The 
child, he said, was the only son of the landlord, 

and much beloved by him, and by all the village. 
He was now in the third week of typhoid ftvtr 
and the period of hemorrhages. Unless they 
could be checked, the boy would die, and the 
Pn«t, who for many miles of mountain and 
torw was also the only doctor, had exhausted his 
•tore of simple medicines. 

••Nothing can stop the hemorrhage." he pro- 
tested weanly, "but the strongest of drugs. And 
I have nothing!" 

Chesterton bethought him of the medicine case 
Miss Armitage had forced upon him. "I have 
givjen opium to the men for dysentery," he said. 

Would opium help you ?" 

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Once Upon a Time 

Th« prim §pnng at him and piiilied him out 
of the door mm! tomud cht tadiiMMiif. 

"My childmi/' he cried, to the lileiit fioup 
m the phuHi» "God hat tent a miredet" 
After an hour at the hedaide the priest laid. 
He will Uve," and knelt, and die modier of the 
h^ and the vUbieri knelt with him. When 
Chesterton raised his eyes, he found that the 
landkird, who had been sikndy watching while 
the two men struggled widi deadi for die life of 
his son, had disappeared. But he heard, leavii» 
the village ak>ng die trail to Mayaguea, die sud- 
den clatter of a pony's hoofs. It moved like a 
thing driven with fear. 

The priest strode out into die moonlit In 
die recovery of die child he saw only a demons 
stration of die efficacy of prayer, and he could 
not too quickly bring home die lesson to his 
parishioners. Amid their murmurs of wonder 
and gratitude Chesterton rode away. To die 
kindly care of die priest he bequeadied El Capi- 
tan. Widi him, also, he left die gold pieces 
which were to pay for die fresh pony. 

A quarter of a mile outside die village diree 
white figures confronted him. Two who stood 
apart in die shadow shrank from observadon, 
but die landlord, seated bareback upon a pony 

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dr.albdwIiimtolMlt. 

«""™»5»«««'y. "'w lwv« come thi. ft, » WWi 
n,T*^. "**" J*" journey." In the 
ft*on of ifce Americn he .eiud Chewenon by 
the hand. I d.«,k yog, «aor.» he munnuwd. 

Not me, returned Oiettenon. "But the one 
who made me >ck' that medicine chew. Thtnt 
her, for to^iight I think it saved a life. 

The Spaniard regarded him curiouily, &,i„g 
h|m widi hi. qret M dKHigh deep in conwdera- 
twn. At lait he imiled gravely. 

"You ate Hght." he Mid. "Let u. both re- 
member her in our pra^n." 
Jb CWrton rode away the words remained 
gratefully m h» memoiy and fUled him with 
ptemnt thoughts. "The worid," he mused, "is 
full of just such kind and gende souls." 

After an interminable delay he reached New- 
port, and they escaped from the others, and Miss 
Armitpge and he ran down the lawn to the rocks 
and stood with the waves whispering at their feet.' 

It was the momem for which each had so often 
longed, with which both had so often tortured 
themselves by Uving in imagination, that now, 

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that it WM tliein» they were fearful it might not 
be true. 

Finally, he raid: "And the charm never failed! 
Indeed, it was wonderful I It stood by me to 
obvioutly. For inttance, the night before San 
Juan, in the mill at El Poto, I slept on the rame 
poncho with another correspondent. I woke up 
with a raging appetite for bacon and coffee, and 
he woke up out of his mind, and with a tempera- 
ture of one hundred and four. And again, I was 
standing by Capron's gun at El Caney, when a 
shell took the three men who served it, and only 
scared m/. And there was another time—" He 
stopped. "Anyway," he laughed, "here I am." 

"But there was one night, one awful night," 
began the girl. Sh" trembled, and he made this 
an added excuse for drawing her doser to him. 
"When I felt you were in great peril, that you 
would surely die. And all through the night I 
knelt by the window and looked toward Cuba 
and prayed, and prayed to God to let you 
live." 

Chesterton bent his head ard kissed the tips of 
her fingers. After a moment he said: "Would 
you know what night it was ? It might be curi- 
ous if I had been " 

"Would I know!" cried the giri. "It was 

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^t day, ago. The night of the twelfth. An 
•wful nightf" 

••The twelfA!" exclaimed Cherterton, and 
laughed and then begged her pardon humbly. 
1 laughed because the twelfth," he exclaimed, 
wai the night peace was declared. The war 
was over. I'm sony. but that night I was ri<iin£ 
toward you, thinking only of you. I was never 
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THE AMATEUR 
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pwt. Februaiy off the B.nk^ «*» » Afck 
A WM Ae weather that, on the «»„ ^ 
one could have driven a Mgh laLkZ. 

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glen and of the modern pirttes who found their 
victims in the smoking-room. 

Ford was on his way to England to act as the 
London onrrespondent of the New York RepuUic, 
For threr years on that most sensational of the 
New York dailies he had been the star man, 
the chief muckraker, the chief sleuth. His in- 
terest was in crime. Not in crimes committed 
in passion or inspired by drink, but in such of- 
fences against law and society as are perpetrated 
with nice intelligence. The murderer, the burg- 
lar, the strong-arm mfn who, in side streets, 
waylay respecuble citizens did not appeal to 
him. The man he studied, pursued, and exposed 
was the cashier who evolved a new method of 
covering up his pecul^ions, the dishonest presi- 
dent of an insurance company, the confidence 
man who used no concealed weapon other than 
his wit Toward the criminals he pursued youqg 
Ford felt no personal animosity. He harassed 
them as he would have shot a hawk killing duck- 
ens. Not because he disliked the hawk, but 
because the battle was unequal, and because he 
felt sony for the chickens. 

Had you called Austin Ford an amateur detec- 
tive he would have been greatly annoyed. He 
argued that his position was similar to that of 

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»«» work I,y in iHvo t . "'' P"**»*^ *« 
knew nothing. * ""• •«'»»-«*n he 

pwS'ir '*'""•« -n*ng you." ex- 
pwined the managing editor. "Our ».-i 

«»«»»»• To make A.- J . ""*■*" ■« 
yo-'v go, to «rilm^ "I'' ''~"* ^•'*»» 

« "„«. about thelS^n^* ^" T"."'^ 

No. «nce they „arri«l duke.." „id Ford. 

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"Welly anyway, all your other friendt will bt 
there/' continued the nuinaging editor encour* 
agingly. "Now that they have shut up the 
tracks here all the con men have gone to Lon- 
don. They ray an American can't take a drink 
at the Salifbury without hif fellow-countiymen 
having a fight at to which one will tell him a gold 
brick." 

Ford't eyet lightened in pleaturable anticipation. 

"Look them over/' urg^ the managing editor, 
"and tend ut a tpedal. Call it 'The American 
Invation.' Don't you tee a ttory in it ? " 

"It will be the firtt one I tend you," raid Ford. 

The thip't doctor returned from hit vitit below 
deckt and rank into the leather cuthion dote to 
Ford't elbow. For a few momentt the older man 
tipped doubtfully at hit gin and water, and, at 
though perplexed, rubbed hit hand over hit bald 
and thining head. "I told her to talk to you," 
he taid fretfully. 

"Her? Who?"inquiiedFord. "Oh, the wid- 
ow?" 

"You were right about that," taid Doctor Spar- 
row; "the it not a widow." 

The reporter imiled compiacendy. 

"Do you know why I thought not?" he de- 
manded. " Becaute all the time she was at luncb- 

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r?*e fapt turning ^ i^ wedding^. „ 
*«««• "he w.. not u.ed » it I, wSTbJ^ 

^Doyou.lw,y.««i..dung.Uk.d.«rrW 

M»nk ^ 1 '•?•«•" tn«ng» where other 
Pwpte «e only o«i ju« „ «„« „,„ '^ 

wd then each nun wrote down what he had JT 
C^t of «„„q, A.„p J ^j „„«„b.~ 

lTton~jT '" .*• °""'' Central S«do„. 
J topped kim, and »ld him he WM wam^ 
Turned out he «,« wanted I, ™ r^^ ' 
■"^.king hi. geuway « C^Sa. ^* "^ ^'"*» 

^ "• gift." .wd die do«or. 

No. «•, a nuionce." laughed the reporter. "1 
•» • many thing. I don't want to i« i J 

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The doctor snorted triumphimlx. 

"You did not tee that the widoir wu on the 
^f9tf/t 01 • brrakdownt 

"No,** mimed die reporter. "It the? I'm 
•ony." 

"If you're tony," uifed die docior eaferly, 
"you'll help her. She it going to London alone 
to find her hufband. He hat ditappeared. She 
thinkt that he hat been murdered, or that he it 
lying ill in tome hotpital. I told her if any one 
could help her to find ^him you could. I had to 
tay lomediing. She't very ill." 

"To find her hutband in London?" repeated 
Ford. "London it a large town." 

"She hat photographt of him and the knowt 
where he tpendt hit time," pleaded the doctor. 
"He it a company promoter. It thould be eaty 
for you." 

"Maybe he doetn't want her to find him," taid 
Ford. "Then it wouldn't be to eaty for me." 

The M doctor tighed heavily. "I know," he 
murmured. "I thought of that, too. And the it 
to very pretty." 

"That wat another thing I noticed," taid Foid. 

The doctor gave no heed. 

"She mutt ttop worrying," he exclaimed, "or 
the will have a mental coUapte. I have tried 

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•J^«i»w. "w «bv don't «u«h Iw. I WM. m 

"KdfS "^f ». Th« oM «« Aook hi. tod. 

NoiweiMer excWmed Forf. "She Jomb-, 

want to teU the Mofv of fc-, ii&\„^ "^^ 

ij^„ "°7 o> Mr life to ftnnge youii( 

d^t? °* 'f '«"«« Au«i„ FoM. th. ^t 
P^«H.r«d Komfuif,. "She did mHl" he 

tghlened at once; it gave her hope. She «ffl 

j^ „ ^ My you are iure you can find 
"W«ete i. the lady now?" aiked Ford. 

'•a^JVT^ .''^^^ eagerly ,„ hi. feet 
ae cannot leave her cabin," he an.wered. 
T^ i^dow, a. Ford and Doctor Sparmw niU 

thought of her, wa. lying on the «,fa diat ran the 

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length of the state-room, parallel with the lower 
berth. She was fully dressed, except that instead 
of her bodice she wore a kimono that left her 
throat and arms bare. She had been sleeping, 
and when their entrance awoke her, her blue eyes 
regarded them uncomprehendingly. Ford, hidden 
from her by the doctor, observed that not only 
was she very pretty, but that she was absurdly 
young, and that the drowsy smile she turned 
upon the old man before she noted the presence 
of Ford was as innocent as that of a baby. Her 
cheeks were flushed, her eyes brilliant, her yel- 
low curls had become loosened and were spread 
upon the pillow. When she saw Ford she caught 
the kimono so closely around her throat that she 
choked. Had the doctor not pushed her down 
she would have stood. 

"I thought," she stammered, "he was an old 
man." 

The doctor, misunderstanding, hastened to re- 
assure her. "Mr. Ford is old in experience," he 
said soothingly. "He has had remarkable success. 
Why, he found a criminal once just because the 
man wore a collar. And he found Walsh, the 
burglar, and Phillips, the forger, and a gang of 
counterfeiters " 

Mrs. Ashton turned upon him, her eyes wide 

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with wonder. "But my husband," she protested, 
"is not a criminal!" 

"My dear lady!" the doctor cried. "I did not 
mean that, of course not. I meant, if Mr. Ford 
can find men who don't wish to be found, how 
easy for him to find a man who—" He turned 
helplessly to Ford. "You tell her," he begged. 
Ford sat down on a steamer trunk that pro- 
truded from beneath the berth, and, turning to 
the widow, gave her the full benefit of his work- 
ing smile. It was confiding, helpless, appealing. 
It showed a trustfulness in the person to whom it 
was addressed that caused that individual to believe 
Ford needed protection from a wicked worid. 
^^ "Doctor Sparrow tells me," began Ford timidly, 
you have lost your husband's address; that you 
will let me try to find him. If I can help in any 
way I should be glad." 

The young girl regarded him, apparently, with 
disappomtment. It was as though Doctor Spar- 
row had led her to expect a man full of years and 
authonty, a man upon whom she could lean; not a 
youth whose smile seemed to beg one not to scold 
hmi. She gave Ford three photographs, bound to- 
gether with a string. 

"When Doctor Sparrow told me you could 
help me I got out these," she said. 

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Once Upon a Time 

Ford jotted down a mental note to the effect 
that she "got them out" That is, she did not 
keep them where she could always look at them. 
That she was not used to look at them was evi- 
dent by the fact that they were bound together. 

The first photograph showed three men stand- 
ing m an open place and leaning on a railing. 
Une of them was smiling toward the photog- 
rapher. He was a good-looking young man of 
about thirty years of age, well fed, well dressed, 
and apparendy well satisfied with the world and 
himself. ' Ford's own smile had disappeared. His 
eyes were alert and interested. 

"The one with the Panama hat pulled down 
over his eyes is your husband ?" he asked. 

"Yes," assented die widow. Her tone showed 
slight surprise. 

"This was taken about a year ago ?" inquired 
Ford. "Must have been," he answered himself; 
they haven't raced at die Bay since then. This 
was taken in front of the club stand—probably 
for die Telegraph?" He lifted his eyes inquir- 
ingly. 

Rising on her elbow die young wife bent for- 
ward toward die photograph. "Does it say diat 
there," she asked doubtfully. "How did you 
guess that?" 

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In hi, role a. choru. the .hip', doctor exdaimed 
w.Ae„thu..asm: "Didn't I tell you? He', wo.^ 

Ford cut him off impatiently. "You never 
«w a „.I as high as that excepi around aTal 

tonhole and the angle of the stand all show " 

.. ™ ■""""•Pted himself to address the widow. 

inis IS an owner^s badse Wh^r ».. .l 
of his stable?" ^' ""«" '^^ *e "»n,e 

"I don't know," she answered. She regarded 
the young man with sudden uneasiness. "Thev 

S,t rXof^!!""^'""'^' *''«'- 

. 'iLr\ '^"''J'""' ^°"^- "Y°"r husband is 
a bookmaker But in London he is a promoter 
of companies." ^ 

"sl^, "^ ^'"f .^'r' ■"'•" ''■■'' Mrs. Ashton. 
She s just got back from London. Her husband 
»ld her that Harry, my husband, was always at 
Ae Wan barin the Cecil or at the SaUsbu^^ 
or the Savoy." The girl shook her head. "B« 
a woman can't go looking for a man there," she 
rn^^t "Thae's, why I thought you-1" 

riediv " t'^ "" "^'" ^°'' ='-"-<' her hur- 
mv„ t '""""dence. but it happens that 

my own work takes me to these hotels, and if your 

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"Hadn't you better keep one ?" .he asked. 
I won t forget him," said the reporter "Be. 

There was a pause. 

The eyes of the wuman grew troubled. Her 
Js pressed together as d,ough in a sudden access 

hiJ'nl'e/' ""^•" ^"'^ ~~''' "''- ''-6e«« 

As d.ough fearful, if she spoke, the tears would 
fall, die girl nodded her head stiffly 

,„nlT* 'T*^ '''"" •" "»»"<> '^ '^"ow Ford 
apphed to d.e wound a soothing ointment of 
promises and encouragement. 

"He's as good as found." he pion-sted. "You 
wjll see h,m m a day, two days after you 

The girl's eyes opened happily. She clasped 
Her hands togedier and raised them 

"You will tty?" she begged. "You will find 
h.m for me -she corrected herself eagerly-"for 
me and the baby?" ^ 

The loose sleeves of the kimono fell back to 

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her shoulders showing the whit^ «.^ l 
pone^ «-- I will find h.„ ... g„,,^ ^^ ^ 

He freed himself from the aoMal m *k- 
the young mother and le^the Si tHH "^ 
tor followed. He was h..Kkr *** **'^- 

thusiasm. *'"*'*'''"« ^^^^ ^*th en- 

"That was fine!" he cried "V«. -j . 
therigheehin,. There ^i^^^o X^t^T 
^_. H.S .usfacaon was swepe awa, in ^a 'CT of 

"The blackguardi" he protested. "To deser, 
a w,fe as young as that and as pretty as Aat'' 

hap?r:i; thttttf fi^:Jv"1"V'' ^"^ «» 

haveeot to IcnnJl- ''" ''"'''*»<' ^ wi'l 

iwve got to know him pretgr well." 

it would and as he c^^JT^ItrZ^i 
day. with a color not bom of fever „herl,~W 
and courage in her eyes, she joined Ford a^te 
doctor at the luncheon-table Her IZV 
concentratsH «„ .1. attention was 

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"She act^" growled the docwr 1..., }„ a. 

»e« going « back out To^J^' "f- ^ 
overboard. ^^ Promise and jump 

am/^rLi^iSiet:;;.;*..":""^ ?!"^ " ' 

that" "'wporter, cannot hejp but see 

Mr^'^hl^""' ""' '""'■"« °" *• "PP^r deck 
mn Ashton came toward hini. bearin. k ^ 

»gamst the wind. Without Tt^'J ""^ 
or selAconsdousnes.. and Za f'f "'^"q-'etiy 
she laid her hand on W, arT *'' °' "»''-'' 

I-yo„52SJS~J"8'l.e-ed,^Wh.n 

-nd if I walk J^:' "lltd "^.n 
do you mind if even- now and aL I L '*"'' 
«n me again it will aTl co^e rilfr ^ "' >"" » 
For the diree days folJowing Mrs Ash«„ j 
Ford were constantly together O, T*""" =""• 
Ashton was constan^dy^J'^.,,?'- -f' ^f- 
that when she sat in her cabin d,e cJd T " 
turned to her anH ;» .1. "■ '*'" re- 

-arched tie IwJ fo^ht" """""'^ "'"'"''^ »•" 

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on deck all d,. „, "fX *'*'""'«' » <«ay and 

>ea« he seem. wlTve C f " ^""« "■«' « 
in love widi her » ^" '* °"« «""« ve^- much 

fon'tww:::^»t~r"£"'>'^- -^ 

know it." "^ "csaid. Don't want to 

Ch^^ul^f .r/rlf '"'"-'• o" "- way .„ 

From *e!C«:,;"1,i-r2 ".' ''°^- 
neanng their journe/s endfth^ the, f^ """ 

'>«fn«o.,k't"X«dtX'''""''''°'' 
Now that we are so near " Th. 

Jave got to tell ^„ someSS„;^r™''«f ' "I 
know I would feel 1 U.a ^' . ^°" ^'^ "ot 
n.i«ht think that wU*:' ^ret" ''" ^°'' 

She drewalong breath. "It, so ha^dVshe said. 

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"No." 

"Then don't tell me." 

Hi. tone c^uKd the giri to .tart. She leaned 
toward h,m and peered into hi. face. Hi. e^ 

rrt!^^^ '"' - ■"" -'• "^ - "- 

"You mean," nid the amateur detective, "that 

iTtha/ it r ^ ^" "^^ ""' '^ •» «"«• •"■"•• 

Mrs. Aditon breathed quickly and turned her 
lacj away. 

"Ye.," she whitpered. "Thati.it" 
There wa. a long pauM. When die faced him 
^w, die fact that diere wa. no longer a «ciet 
be«jjeen them «emed to give her coura^. 

Maybe," Ae .aid, "you can iSderwand 
Maybe you ca„ tell me what it mean.. Ttte 
Aought and Aought. I have gone over it an^ 
over .t untd when I go back to it my head ach^i^ 
I have done «,d,ing else but d,ink; and I can' 
make .t«em better. I can't find any excuse. I 
have had no one to talk to, no one I could tell. I 

^Lf^t "^^^ " """ ~"" understand.' 
Hhe raised her eyes appealingly. 

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"Uyou can only make it .»» i 
I wnt » foigjve I,,. , 7"^' ' »«« to believej 
•.ow«nn lean* I «„'tr ""«"*•"■«; bu, 

•»"''• about Cnrt:''\''\' '^ ^or^ 
•*« »o^ tow hin, wal Ju, '""''»'"'• What 
what he had gue^ '"" '" amplMcadon of 
She had n^t A»u»^ 

Jjn.hehad^tr.'cCarl'''''^'-^-' 
had returned ,0 live withT' , ^ ~"^"» »"<• 

!«• at Far Rockaway h^; ./^/"''^ «" home 
"a bank at Long Wand CtJ^Sr'- '.""•'« 
a party of frfend,. .he had b^„ 5^ "'«•"• *•* 
at one of the beach hoZu "*!"«'«" to a dance 

At that time he ^, ^^ Val '^l ""' ^'°"- 
"g hook at the Aau^ "" ''"t was mak- 
had met ve« fLT!f ""^"'r^'-^k. The girf 

and %h.e Jd bTt^th^Atr* ?"» '^« % 
"IfatonceatMse tZ ^". '''" '■°'"'<' her- 
»»' friend, home*n h^M."'?^' '"' '^""' ""^ and 
day they teased he aS^Ltte?"*""' '"' *' "«» 
''•r very happy. Afte^ 1 f"'"'"- ^t made 

*«t.oy„„„,p^p,^^„^;a,»rd^^„ot dance. 

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Afhton came to we her at her own houie, but 
when her father learned that the young man who 
had been caHing upon her was a bookmaker he 
tdd him he could not araodate with hit daughter. 
But the girl was now deeply in love with Athton, 
and apparently he with her. He begged her to 
marry him. They knew that to thit, partly from 
prejudice and partly owing to hit position in the 
bank, her father would object. Accordingly they 
agreed that in August, when the radng moved to 
Saratoga, they would run away and get married 
at that place. Their plan wat that Athton would 
leave for Saratoga with the other radng men, and 
that she would join him the next day. 

They had arranged to be married by a magis- 
trate, and Ashton had shown her a letter from one 
at Saratoga who consented to perform the cere- 
mony. He had given her an engagement ring 
and two thousand dollars, which he asked her to 
keep for him, lest tempted at the track he should 
lose it. 

But she assured Ford it was not such material 
things as a letter, a ring, or gift of money that had 
led her to trust Ashton. His fear of losing her, 
his complete subjection to her wishes, his happi- 
ness in her presence, all seemed to prove that to 
make her happy was his one wish, and that he 

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"O" kind. «o« fnL£|'^„7" *"'* •*•» 

A.htt.n wa. „o, „,i.fi^ ^?^ ^ *« «»« ho«|.. 
•um, and leavin* her „„!!1- '"o"" •''own 

office Hoor «, ../f^UTr" """"-^ «» ** 

"or i:«rd*;;;rr ' "* '"'■• "'^ -- - «« 

W. good wish.. ,„J*X'""!,'"'",'» ^-"^ J"- 
A» »he had feared he dM * '^'^ both. 

i-k clerk a pit „.:' a'^J^^'h^ '°^ " 
»w; and the letter, k. -J. i "enrable son-in- 

•o bitter that in »1 1.^ ''" ''»"«•'«' were 
forced her Lc£ tj,"'"!^ ^ ^ b'd 
ber husband. a„dTat^hT*K ^'. '"""'■'^ »"«« 
In «"»equence. when 3he L r^ ^ '""'»"''• 
•he felt she could1^o":?t^™ ""^•"•''■''••'""d 

«n>ained in SaraZ Th.« ^' P~P'«- She 
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cheap lodgings, and in order that the two thou- 
sand dollars Ashton had left with her might be 
saved for his child, she had learned to type-write, 
and after four months had been able to support 
herself. Within the last month a girl friend, who 
had known both Ashton and herself before they 
were married, had written her that her husband 
was living in London. For the sake of her son 
she had at once determined to make an effort to 
seek him out. , 

"The son, nonsense!" exclaimed the doctor, 
when Ford retold the story. "She is not crossing 
the ocean because she is worried about the future 
of her son. She seeks her own happiness. The 
woman is in love with her husband." 

Ford shook his head. 

"I don't know!" he objected. "She's so ex- 
travagant in her praise of Harry that it seems 
unreal. It sounds insincere. Then, again, when 
I swear I will find him she shows a delight that 
you might describe as savage, almost vindictive. 
As though, if I did find Harry, the first thing she 
would do would be to stick a knife in him." 

"Maybe," volunteered the doctor sadly, "she 
has heard there is a woman in the case. Maybe 
she is the one she's thinking of sticking the knife 
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s»p looking savage tvtry dme I promise to find 
Hany 1 wt find Hany. Why should I ac. the 

Har^ hasn .got a wife in London and several in 

SuntTf 1. "^ ''° "! ''"°" '•« *<>"'* '«"< h" 
county for h.s counto^s good? That's what it 

K T T "°" "" ^ «" "''« ~»'-'0"«ed 
h.m the day he went down «, the hotel desk to 

change h.s rooms and, i„s«,ad, got into his touring- 
car and beat the speed limit to Canada. Whom 
did he meet mAe hotel corridor? A woman with 
a perfecdy good marriage certificate, or a detec- 
ove with a perfecdy good warrant? OrdidHarrv 
find out that his bride had a devil of a temper 7 
her own and that for him marriage was a fSure ? 
The widow IS certainly a veiy charming young 
woman, but there may be two sides to thk" 
Vou are a <ynic, sir," protested the doctor. 
Ihat may be," growled the reporter, "but I 

am not a private detective agency, or a matri- 

™.mal bureau, and before I hear myself saying. 
Kess you. my children!' both of these young 

people will have to show me why they should not 

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On the afternoon of their arrival in London 
Tord convoyed Mrs. Ashton to an old-established 
private hotel in Craven Street. 

"Here," he explained, "you will be within a 
few hundred yards of the place in which your 
husband is said to spend his time. I will be liv- 
ing in the same hotel. If I find him you will 
know it in ten minutea" 

The widow gave a little gasp, whether of ex- 
^tement or of happiness Ford could not deter- 
mine. 

"Whatever happens," she begged, "will you let 
me hear from you sometimes ? You are the only 
person I know in London — and— it's so big it 
frightens me. I don't want to be a burden," she 
went on eagerly, "but if I can feel you are within 
call " 

"What you need," said Ford heartily, "is less 
of the doctor's nerve tonic and sleeping draughts, 
and a little innocent diversion. To-night I am 
going to take you to the Savoy to supper." 

Mrs. Ashton exclaimed delightedly, and then 
was filled with misgivings. 

"I have nothing to wear," she protested, "and 
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out Its black. Would that do?" 
Ford a«ured her nothing a,uld be better. He 
had a man's vanity in lilcing a woman with whom 

beauv of Mrs. Ashton would appear to advan- 
tage. They arranged to meet at eleven on the 
promenade leading «, the Savoy supper-room! and 
parted with mutual satisfaction at dTe prospect. 

The finding of Hany Ashton was so simple 
Jat m Its veiy simplicity it appea«d specta'c! 

at Ae'&'^T ^^T' ^~'' '"S'Sed rooms 
Ia^W \ ^'^" ^■''■"■"8 Ws rooms he 

made I^s way to die American bar. He did not 
go there seeking Hariy Ashton. His object was 
enarely self-centred. His purpose was Tdn^k 
« himself and to the lights of London. But as 

.t7j! ^V'""'"""'"*' ** "»" ^ had prom 
^sed to find was waiting for him. As Ford en- 

Ashton. There was no mistaking him. He wore 
a mustache, bat it was disgui^. He was T 

1 nI,T^""Tr ''' 8°°''-looking youth who, in 
the photograph from under a Panama hat. had 

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•milcd upon the world. With a glad ciy Ford 
rushed toward him. 
"Fancy meeting you!" he exclaimed. 
Mr. Ashton's good-natured smile did not relax. 
He merely shook his head. 
"Afraid you have made a mistake," he said. 
The reporter regarded him blankly. His face 
showed his disappointment. 

"Aren't you Charles W. Garrett, of New 
York?" he demanded.^ 
"Not me," said Mr. Ashton. 
"But," Ford ns'sted in hurt tones, as though 
he were being trifled with, "you have been told 
you look like him, haven't you ?" 
Mr. Ashton's good nature was unassailable. 
"Sorry," he declared, "never heard of him." 
Ford became garrulous, he could not believe 
two men could look so much alike. It was a re- 
markable coincidence. The stranger must cer- 
tainly have a drink, the drink intended for his 
twin. Ashton was bored, but accepted. He 
was well acquainted with the easy good-fellow- 
ship of his countrymen. The room in which he 
sat was a meeting-place for them. He con- 
sidered that they were always giving each other 
drinks, and not only were they always introduc- 
ing themselves, but saying, "Shake hands with 

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2 Wend Mr. &Ka„d-So." After five «.„„«. 
Aey Aowed each other pho«gr,ph. of Ae chil- 

„a1 TV *°'*«'' »• Huadous a, the 

other, .eemed better dressed, more "wise": he 

l<»^d Broadway, so Ashton drank to him pleas- 

"My name is Sydney Carter," he volunteered. 

h.nA \P°^'rP^y' .'^^ over the cards in his 
hand, Ford, m h.s mind's eye, ran over the value 

deaded Aat Ash«>n would not have heard it and 

Aat later Ashton might find out that he had 
done so. Accorfingly he said, "Mine is Ausnn 

S„ t """' ^r**" « Ashton's «.ble. 
WiAin «„ minutes the man he had promised 
» pluck from among the eight million inhabi- 
ants of London was smiling sympathetically at 
his jests and buying a drink. ^ 

w.a" *f »«\"«";/°«« had rehearsed the ston, 

kl. K- '''°.::''' T*" "■"' Ash«>n, he wouW 
m«Hluce himself. It was one arranged to fit 
W.A h.s theoor that Ashton was a crook. If 
Ashton were a crook Ford argued that to at one* 
jngra^^ himself in his good graces he also must 
be a aook. His plan was to invite Ashton to co- 

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operate with him in tome scheme that was openly 
dishonest. By so doing he hoped apparently to 
place himself at Ashton's mercy. He believed 
if he could persuade Ashton he was more of a 
rascal than Ashton himself, and an exceedingly 
stupid rascal, any distrust the bookmaker might 
feel toward him would disappear. He made his 
advances so openly, and apparendy showed his 
hand so carelessly, that, from being bored, Ashton 
became puzzled, then interested; and when Ford 
insisted he should dine' with him, he considered it 
so necessary to find out who the youth might be 
who was forcing himself upon him that he ac- 
cepted the invitation. 

They adjourned to dress and an hour later, at 
Ford's suggestion, they me at the Carlton. There 
Ford ordered a dinner calculated to lull his newly 
made friend into a mood suited to confidence, 
but which had on Ashton exactly the opposite 
effect. Merely for the pleasure of his company, 
utter strangers were not in the habit of treating 
him to strawberries in February, and vintage 
chanipagne; and, in consequence, in Ford's hos- 
pitality he saw only cause for suspicion. If, as 
he had first feared. Ford was a New York detec- 
tive, it was most important he should know that. 
No one better than Ashton understood that, at 

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A.t moment, hi. p««,ee in New York meant 

Znt^rhML'"' "'"'«"«»"'*! and hi. ac 

^rZ^r. • K ,1 *!"•"""'• ^' '"• ««« Ford 
^. famihar with »JI the habit, of Broadway and 

they ceminiy had impro^'thf cC ~""'"^' 

jJ^n hT"""' '"•". '"'"■'* '■°' *• fi"* time 
Ashton had penetrated, and in which he felt Til 

course. Evidendy tor Ford i, held no terrora 

waiters, and grumbled at the food; and when 
on leavmg d,e „staurant, an Engishtan ,„d 

atertS r*"' r *'■' ♦""' - U hL, he 

se,^7: •"'!!"* ^''^^' '^'^» W' lips, ob- 

sery^ Ae madent with increasing bewilderment. 

"I'll Cr ^ ~'"' ""*" '■™"''»'" ^ g^wled. 
1 11 bet you never met thtm at Healey'sl" 

said Ford' '"l"''"''' °^ P~P'' '■" -"y >»■«»«»»." 
said Ford. I once sold that man some mini^ 

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•lock, and the joke of it was," he added, tmiling 
knowingly, "it turned out to be good." 

Ashton decided that the psychological moment 
had amved. 

What is your business ?" he asked. 
I'm a company promoter," said Ford easily. 
"I thought I told you." 

"I did not tell you that I was a company pro- 
moter, too, did I ?" demanded Ashton. 

"No," answered Ford, with apparent surprise. 
Are you? That's funny." 

Ashton watched for the next move, but the 
subject seemed in no way to interest Ford. In- 
stead of following it up he began afresh. 

"Have you any money lying idle?" he asked 
abruptly. "About a thousand pounds." 

Ashton recognized that the mysterious stranger 
was about to disclose both himself and whatever 
object he had in seeking him out. He cast a 
quick glance about him. 

J^} ''*" *''^"^* ^"^ money," he said guardedly. 
What's the proposition ? " 

With pretended nervousness Ford leaned for- 
ward and began the stoiy he had rehearsed. It 
was a n'^w version of an old swindle and to every 
self-respecting confidence man was well known 
as the "sick engineer" game. The plot is very 

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owing to iT^^ t"°" ^"•"'"•- Of *■••. 

and d.. o..„ *.t7rbif x\:iT;^ 

of Ae .«ck he oJ.rr« ^t^A "' I *'" 
andd,e.„g.Wca„.:f:l*'Sy3rrf.e 

wo^abu,^.J;;f^^und^^ dupe who 
4a« Frext^tJ"" ^"^ 'PP-a^d 

t.on,^e«:'v:rdXt r rir "'r-- 

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illuminated hit countenance. Hit cigar ceaied to 
burn, and with hit eyet opened wide he regarded 
Ford in pitying wonder. 

"Wait!" he commanded. He thook hit head 
uncomprehendingly. "Tell me," he atked, "do 
I look at eaty at that, or are you jutt naturally 
foolith?" 

Ford pretended to fall into a itate of great alarm. 

"I don't underttand," he ttammered. 

"Why, ton," exclaimed Athton kindly, "I wat 
taught that ttory in the public tchoolt. I invented 
it. I ttopped uiing it before you cut your teeth. 
Gee!" he exclaimed delightedly. "I knew I had 
grown retpectable-looking, but I didn't think I 
wat to damned retpectable-looking at that!" He 
began to laugh tilendy; so gready wat he amuted 
that the teart thone in hit eyet and hit thouldert 
thook. 

"I'm torry for you, ton," he protetted, "but 
that't the funniett thing that't come my way in 
two yeart. And you buying me hot-houte grapet, 
too, and fancy water! I with you could see your 
face," he taunted. 

Ford pretended to be gready chagrined. 

"All right," he declared roughly. "The laugh't 
on me this time, but just because I lost one trick, 
don't think I don't know my business. .Now 

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«.5 ««'' r*^ "'• ^"« •*««• «»■ 

FJ^nX."^"" I r.U <bw, on du." 

•"Z^T *«king of you .t ,11," „w A*ion. 
J^ « . mc. hm. f. w .11 righ,. b„e you h,ve 
"»« me up wrong. I am on the 'itrai»k> —j 

The wofdf were in the vernacular, but the e 
« which the young man .poke rang « conftd«,d^ 
rt« « brought « Ford a pl..«„fthnll of 2 
W From the fir.t he had found in the ^ 

^humor H,. eye. may have Aown hi. «m. 
^ for. m .udden confidence. AAton lei!;^ 

"It*. Uke thi^" he .aid. "Several veart .«. I 

on to me and I had «, cut and run. In a n^S. 

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the law of limitation lets me loose and I can go 
back. And you can bet I'm going back. I will 
be on the bowsprit of the first boat. I've had all 
I want of the 'fugitive-from-justice' game, thank 
you, and I have taken good care to keep a clean 
bill of health so that I won't have to play it again. 
They've been trying to get me for several years 
—especially the Pinkertons. ITiey have chased 
me all over Europe. Chased me with all kinds of 
men; sometimes with women; they've tried every- 
thing except blood-hqunds. At first I thought you 

were a 'Pink,' that's why " 

"II" interrupted Ford, exploding derisively. 
"That's good! That's one on you" He ceased 
laughing and regarded Ashton kindly. "How Jo 
you know I'm not ?" he asked. 

For an irstant the face of the bookmaker grew 
a shade less red and his eyes searched those of 
Ford in a quick agony of suspicion. Ford contin- 
ued to imile steadily at him, and Ashton breathed 
with relief. 

"I'll take a chance with you," he said, "and 
if you are as bad a detective as you are a sport I 
needn't worry." 

They both laughed, and, with sudden mutual 
liking, each raised his glass and nodded. 

"But they haven't got me yet," continued Ash- 

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•on. "and unles. they get me in the next thirty 
days I'm free. So you needn't diink that 1^ 
help you. If. 'never again' for me. TTie fir," 

£re^w""' *.!.' "'"'''' ^ "y f"""- And 
»ere am t gomg to be any second time." 

.h„ M I ^"JT"^ ^°l^^^y' »"<• "i* squared 
shoulders leaned back in his chair " 

"I'nl!L°"y ^"'^' "«•'• <■" "■«'" •>« declared, 
hoir^l^ 7 '" °"' °^ *°" 'Own-your own- 
homes, forty-five mmutes from Broadway, and 
never leave the wife and the baby." 

The words almost brought Ford to his feet. 
He had forgotten the wife and the baby. He en- 
deavored to explain his surprise by a sudden 
assumption of incredulity. 

•'Fancy you married!" he exclaimed. 

to ,h T^'i- fT.""' ^^"^- "I'" "arried 
to the finest httle lady that ever wore skirts, and 

m thirty-seven days I'll see her again. Thirty- 
seven days he repeated impatiently. "Geel 
That's a hell of a long timel" "^ ' ""' 

Ford studied the young man with increased in- 
terest. That he was speaking sincerely, from the 
Heart, there seemed no possible doubt. 

Ashton frowned and his face clouded. "I've 
not been able to treat her just right," he volun- 

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tecred. "If she wrote me, the letters might give 
them a clew, and I don't write her because I 
don't want her to know all my troubles until 
they're over. But I know," he added, "that five 
minutes' talk will set it all right. That is, if she 
still feels about me the way I feel about her." 

The man crushed his cigar in his fingers and 
threw the pieces on the floor. "That's what's 
been the worst!" he exclaimed bitterly. "Not 
hearing, not knowing. It's been hell!" 

His eyes as he rais€^l them were filled with suf- 
fering, deep and genuine. 

Ford rose suddenly. "Let's go down to the 
Savoy for supper," he said. 

"Supper!" growled Ashton. "What's the use 
of supper ? Do you suppose cold chicken and a 
sardine can keep me from thinking?" 

Ford placed his hand on the other's shoulder. 
"You come with me," he said kindly. "I'm 
going to do you a favor. I m going to bring you 
a piece of luck. Don't ask me any questions," 
he commanded hurriedly. "Just take my word 
for it." ^ 

They had sat so late over their cigars that when 
they reached the restaurant on the Embankment 
the supper-room was already partly filled, and 
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m with welWressed women. Ashton regarded 
of h,» wife he had remained silent, chewinrsav- 

Sd°" t, 7a """;. ^"' '^""^ -»' 8""<»'y 

tended to do He was prepared to let events 

su~H t .T' ■"" °' *^° *'V >» "»» as- 
sured: Mrs. A.hton loved her husband, and her 

husband lovea her. As the god in the car who 

»:;nsiES?. *"" '"«'*"• '•' ^"' "^ «"««'•«'«" 

The young men left the coat-room and came 

down the short flight of step, that leads to the 

mde lounge of the resuurant. Ford sUghtly in 

fouT^ ''"'*7 r* •■'' '^« f" Mrs Ash«,n. 

wamng for h.m. At the first glance she was 

^^.fXx I "'^T'^- ""' '»''-« ••inn" 
gown of black satm that clung to her like a wet 

bad. robe was the last word of the new fashion: 
and smce Ford had seen her her blond hair had 
been arranged by an artist. Her appearance was 
smart, elegant, danng. She was easily the pret- 
tiest and most striking-looking woman in the room, 
and for an .nstant Ford stood gazing at her. fying 
to find m the self-possessed young woman the de- 
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Her eyes were following the progress down the 
hall of a woman, and her profile was toward 
him. 

The thought of the happiness he was about to 
bring to two young people gave Ford the sense of 
a genuine triumph, and when he turned to Ashton 
to point out his wife to him he was thrilling with 
pride and satisfaction. His triumph received a 
bewildering shock. Already Ashton had discovered 
the presence of Mrs. Ashton. He was standing 
transfixed, lost to his su^oundings, devouring her 
with his eyes. And then, to the amazement of 
Ford, his eyes filled with fear, doubt, and anger. 
Swifdy, with the movement of a man ducking a 
blow, he turned and sprang up the stairs and into 
the coat-room. Ford, bewildered and more con- 
scious of his surroundings, followed him less 
quickly, and was in consequence only in time to 
see Ashton, dragging his overcoat behind him, dis- 
appear into the court-yard. He seized his own 
coat and raced in pursuit. As he ran into the 
cour^-yard Ashton, in the Strand, was just closing 
the door of a taxicab, but before the chaufl^eur 
could free it from the surrounding traffic. Ford 
had dragged the door open, and leaped inside. 
Ashton was huddled in the comer, panting, his 
face pale with alarm. 

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What the devil ails you ?" 



roared Ford. "Arc 
you tiymg to .hake me? You've got to come 
back. You must speak to her." 

"Speak to her!" repeated Ashton. His voice 
was sunk to a whisper. The look of alarm in 

aang. Ehd you know she was there?" he de- 
manded^softly. "Did you take me there, know- 

"Of course I knew," protested Ford. "She's 
been looking for you " 

His voice subsided in a squeak of amazement 
and pam. Ashton's left hand had shot out and 
swifdy seized his throat. With the other he pressed 
an automatic revolver against Ford's shirt front. 

I know she's been looking for me," the man 
whispered thickly. "For two years she's been 
looking for me. I know all about her/ But. 
who tn hell are you?** 

Ford, gasping and gurgling, protested loyally. 
You are wrongi" he cried. "She's been at 
home waiting for you. She thinks you have de- 
serted her and your baby. I tell you she loves 
you, you fool, she loves you!" 

T^e fingers on his throat suddenly relaxed; 
the flaming eyes of Ashton, glaring into his, wa- 
vered and grew wide with amazement. 

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" Lovet me," he whispered. " FAo loves me ?* 
"Your wife," protested Ford; "the girl at the 
Savoy, your wife." 

Again the fingers of Ashton pressed deep around 
his neck. 

'•That is not my wife," he whispered. His 
voice was unpleasantly cold and grim. "That's 
'Baby Belle,' with her hair dyed, a detective lady 
of the Pinkertons, hired to find me. And you 
know it. Now, who are youf" 

To permit him to reply Ashton released his 
hand, but at the same moibent, in a sudden access 
of fear, dug the revolver deeper into the pit of 
Ford's stomach. 

"Quick!" he commanded. "Never mind the 
girl. Who are you?** 

Ford collapsed against the cushioned comer 
of the cab. "And she begged me to find you," he 
roared, " because she loved you, because she wanted 
to believe in you!" He held his arms above his 
head. "Go ahead and shoot!" he cried. "You 
want to know who I am?" he demanded. His 
voice rang with rage. "I'm an amateur. Just a 
natural bom fool-amateur! Go on and shoot!" 

The gun in Ashton's hand sank to his knee. 
Between doubt and laughter his face was twisted 
in strange lines. The cab was whirling through a 

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Mncm. unBt weet leading «, Ccveiw Garden. 
O^ die door ^»n called to d« chauHeur, 
•nd then turned to Ford. 

you re a Pink,' maybe you're a good feUow. I 
Aink you're a good fellow, but I'm not taking 
anychancet. GetoutI" 

Ford icnunbled to die street, and a. the taxi- 
cab ^n butted itrelf fon„M, AAton leaned 

niled. Send me a picture-poetal card to Pari.. 
For 1 am off to Maxim'V' he cried, "and you 
can go to " •' 

. "^"^ »• •"'" '^^'^ ** »'»»«»' detective 

"• ??»"!:'•».'"• S"*** '««=k to take .upper 
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I 

T HAD made up my mind that when my vaca- 
J. oon came I would spend it seeking advent- 
ures. I have always wished for adventures, but» 
ttou|^ I am old enough— I was twenty-iive last 
October-and have always gone half-way to meet 
Aem, adventures avoid me. Kinney says it is my 
ftult. He holds that if you want adventures you 
must go after them. 

Kinney sits next to me at Joyce & Carboy's, 
the woollen manufacturers, where I am a stenog- 
ripher, and Kinney is a derk, and we both have 
rooms at Mrs. Shaw's boarding-house. Kinney 
» only a year older than myself, but he is always 
meeting with adventures. At night, when I have 
•at up late reading law, so that I may fit myself 
for court reporting, and in the hope that some 
day I may become a member of the bar, he will 
knock at my door and tell me some surprising 
«img that has just happened to him. Sometimes 
he has followed a fire-engine and helped people 

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Once Upon a Time 

from a fire-escape, or he has pulled the shield off 
a policeman, or at the bar of the Hotel Knicker- 
bocker has made friends with a stranger, who 
turns out to be no less than a nobleman or an 
actor. And women, espedally beautiful women, 
are always pursuing Kinney in taxicabs and calling 
upon him for assistance. Just to look at Kinney, 
without knowing how clever he is at getting people 
out of their difficulties, he does not appear to be a 
man to whom you would turn in time of trouble. 
You would diink women in distress would appeal 
to some one bigger and stronger; would sooner 
ask a policeman. But, on the contrary, it is to 
Kinney that women always run, especially, as I 
have said, beautiful women. Nothing of the sort 
ever happens to me. I suppose, as Kinney says, 
it is because he was bom and brought up in New 
York City and looks and acts like a New York 
man, while I, until a year ago, have always lived 
at Fairport. Fairport is a verj' pretty harbor, but 
it does not train one for adventures. We arranged 
to take our vacation at the same time, and together. 
At least Kinney so arranged it. I see a good deal 
of him, and in looking forward to my vacation, not 
the least pleasant feature of it was that everything 
connected with Joyce & Carboy and Mrs. Shaw's 
boarding-house would be left behind me. But 

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when Kinney proposed we should go together, I 

^1 r "• ^' '^*°"' '-'''8 rude. I could 
"fuse his company, and whcr, he pointed out that 
for an expedition in searoi, of adve,,tuie I could 
not select a better gwde, I felt that he was right. 
Sometimes.' he said, "I can see you don't 
beheve that half the things I tell you have hap- 

To find the answer that would not hurt his 
feelmgs I hesitated, but he did not wait for my 
answer. He seldom does. 

"Well." on this trip," he went on, "you will 
see Kinney on the job. You won't have to take 
my word for it. You will see adventures walk 
up and eat out of my hand." 

Our vacation came on the first of September, 
but we be^n to plan for it in April, and up to 
the night before we left New York we never ceased 
planning. Our difliculty was that having been 

nTif rT"* ^"'P""' '''■''* '» °" A« Sound, 
nord, of New London, I was homesick for a 

smell of salt marshes and for the sight of water 

and ships. Though they were only schooners car- 

lyng cement, I wanted to sit in the sun on the 

stnng-piece of a wharf and watch diem. I wantea 

to beat about the harbor in a catboat, and feel die 

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tug and pull of the tiller. Kinney protested that 
that was no way to spend a vacation or to invite 
adventure. His face was set against Fairport. 
The conversation of dam-diggers, he said, did 
not appeal to him; and he complained that at 
Fairport our only chance of adventure would be 
my capsizing the catboat or robbing a lobster- 
pot. He insisted we should go to the moun- 
tains, where we would meet what he always calls 
"our best people." In September, he explained, 
everybody goes to the mountains to recuperate 
after the enervating atmosphere of the sea-shore. 
To this I objected that the little sea air we had 
inhaled at Mrs. Shaw's basement dining-room 
and in the subway need cause us no anxiety. 
And so, along these lines, throughout the sleep- 
less, sultry nights of June, July, and August, we 
fought it out. There was not a summer resort 
within five hundred miles of New York City we 
did not consider. From the information bureaus 
and passenger agents of every railroad leaving 
New York, Kinney procured a library of time- 
tables, maps, folders, and pamphlets, illustrated 
with the most attractive pictures of summer 
hotels, golf links, tennis courts, and boat-houses. 
For two months he carried on a correspondence 
with the proprietors of these hotels; and in com- 

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«;^^ir"" ""' "•" ""'"' "'-'<' — 

"The Outlook House," he would announce 

wan« twenqr-four dollars a day for mZZ' 

parlor, and priva« bath. WhUe"^ J ^ ~I' 

accommodation, the Carteret Arms asks o2 

and then again, the Outlook has no eara«. nJ 

are dogs allowed in the bedrooms." ^ ^' ""' 

As Kinney could not play lawn tennis, and as 

of possession is his. "^ «!>ure 

Kinney gives a great deal of thought to his 
dothes. a„a Ae question of what he shtid i' 
on h s vacation was upon his mind. When I 
sa.d I thought it was nothing «> worry abouthe 
snorted i„digj,antly^ " n„ lou.dnK^'d' 

ttn like a red Indian, and hair like a Broadway 
blonde, I wouldn't worry either. Mrs. Shaw s^ys 
you look exactly like a British peer in di^' 

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I had never seen a British peer* with or without 
his disguise, and I admit I was interested. 

"Why are the girls in this house," demanded 
Kinney, "always running to your room to borrow 
matches ? Because they admire your clothes F If 
they're crazy about clothes, why don't they come 
to me for matches ?" 

'You are always out at night," I said. 

'You know that's not the answer," he pro- 
tested. "Why do the type-writer girls at the 
office always go to you to sharpen their pencils 
and tell them how to spell the hard words ? Why 
do the girls in the lunch-rooms serve you first? 
Because they're hypnotized by your clothes ? Is 

thai it r 

"Do they?" I asked; "I hadn't noticed." 

Kinney snorted and tossed up his arms. "He 
hadn't noticed!" he kept repeating. "He hadn't 
noticed!" For his vacation Kinney bought a 
second-hand suit-case. It was covered with labels 
of hotels in France and Switzerland. 

"Joe," I said, "if you carry that bag you will 
be a walking falsehood." 

Kinney's name is Joseph Forbes Kinney; he 
dropped the Joseph because he said it did not 
appear often enough in the Social Register, and 
could be found only in the Old Testament, and 

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he has asked me to call him Forbes. Having 
first known him as "Joe," I occasionally for- 
get. ' 

"My name is not Joe," he said sternly, "and I 
have as much right to cany a second-hand bag 
as a new one. The bag says // has been to Eu- 
rope. It does not say that / have been there." 

"But, you probably will," I pointed out, "and 
then some one who has reaUy visited those 
places " 

"ListenI" commanded Kinney. "If you want 
adventures you must be somebody of importance. 
No one will go shares in an adventure with Joe 
Kinney, a twenty^loUar-a-T/eek clerk, the human 
adding machine, the hall-room boy. But Forbes 
Kinney, Esq., with a bag from Europe, and a 
Harvard ribbon round his hat^ " 

"Is that a Harvard ribbon round your hat?" 
I asked. 

"It is!" declared Kinney; "and I have a Yale 
nbbon, and a Turf Club ribbon, too. They 
come on hooks, and you hook 'em on to match 
your clothes, or the company you keep. And 
what's more," he continued, with some heat, 
I ve borrowed a tennis racket and a golf bag full 
of sticks, and you take care you don't give me 
away." ** 



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"I see," I returned^ "that you are going to get 
ut into a lot of trouble." 

"I was thinking/' said Kinney, looking at me 
rather doubtfully, "it might help a lot if for the 
first week you acted as my secretary, and during 
the second week I was your secretary." 

Sometimes, when Mr. Joyce goes on a busi-' 
ness trip, he takes me with him as his private 
stenographer, and the change from office work 
is very pleasant; but I could not see why I should 
spend one week of my holiday writing letters for 
Kinney. * 

"You wouldn't write any letters," he explained. 
"But if I could tell people you were my private 
secretary, it would naturally give me a certain im- 
portance." 

"If it will make you any happier," I said, "you 
can tell people I am a British peer in disguise." 

"There is no use in being nasty about it," pro- 
tested Kinney. " I am only trying to show you a 
way that would lead to adventure." 

"It surely would!" I assented. "It would lead 
us to jail." 

The last week in August came, and, as to 
where we were to go we still were undecided, 
I suggested we leave it to chance. 

"The first thing," I pointed out, "is to get 

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««y from tW. .wful dqr. The «eo„d thing i, «, 
get aw.y cheaply. Let u. wri« down Ae Ln« 
of the .ummer «wrt. to which we can tra^ 

in a hat. The nam* of the place we draw will 
ntn r ^' ^'••'* "• "»" SaturdaHf^ 

di.SrH k'*^*"' I"* ."'"""""y- What chiefly 
4«urbed h.m wa, Ae thought that the place, near 
New York to which one could travel for «, Uttle 
money wew not likely ,0 be fashionable. 

wiA .kT • *',™"* '■•"'" •" «•«''»«<». "that, 
^A^th., hmit of you„. we wiU wake up in AsbutJ 

Friday night came and found us prepared for 
departure, and at midnight we held'our ZJZ 
In a pdlow^se we placed twenty shps of paoer 
on each of which wa, written Ae WcTa 
summer resort Ten of Aese places were selected 

cally rolled up h.s sleeve, and. plunging his bared 
arm into our grab-bag, drew out a ,!,> of paTr 
and read atoud: "New Bedford, via New'iL'^ 
ford Steamboat Line." The choice was one of 



mine. 



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Once Upon a Time 

pretted the keenest ditappointment. "It's a mill 
town!" he exclaimed. "It's full of cotton miUs." 

"That may be/' I protested. "But it's also 
a most picturesque old seaport, one of the oldest 
in America. You can see whaling vessels at 
the wharfs there, and wooden figure-heads, and 
harpoons " 

"Is this an expedition to dig up buried cities," 
interrupted Kinney, "or a pleasure trip ? I don't 
want to see harpoons! I wouldn't know a har- 
poon if you stuck one into me. I prefer to see 
hatpins." , 

The Patience did not sail until six o'clock, but 
we were so anxious to put New York behind us 
that at five we were on board. Our cabin was 
an outside one with two berths. After placing 
our suit-cases in it, we collected camp-chairs and 
settled ourselves in a cool place on the boat deck. 
Kinney had bought all the afternoon papers, and, 
as later I had reason to remember, was gready 
interested over the fact that the young Earl of 
Ivy had at last arrived in this country. For 
some weeks the papers had been giving more 
space than seemed v asary to that young Irish- 
man and to the yoa;.g lady he was coming over 
to marry. There had been pictures of his differ- 
ent country houses, pictures of himself; in uni- 

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Ho pony. ,. M««r of FoK^Hnind.. Ami Z^ 
*> <« b«n picture, of Mw. Aldrich. .nd of A^ 

W,l -.'^""T P'P*" Kinney learned JTe. 
havuig Nded under hi. family naL of Meehan 
J« young man and ...dy M^ya. hi. d«r7h,d 

about, of hi. lord.hip and Lady Moya. and it i. 

'WW— he added regretfuUy. 

ge.ted°" "'" **' ""^ " ^'^ ^•"■°''«''" I »"«- 

"^Ang. I, ,s d,e most important social event 

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of the waton. You might almost call it an alli- 
anoe." 

I went forward to watch them take on die 
freight, and Kinney tudoned himfelf at the rail 
above the patiengen' gang;way where he could 
•ee the other patieng^rt arrive. He had dretied 
himaelf with much care, and wat wearing hit 
Yale hat-band, but when a very smart-looking 
youth came up the gangplank wearing a Harvard 
ribbon, Kinney hasdly redred to our cabin and 
returned with one like it. A few minutes later I 
found him and the young man seated in camp- 
chairs side by side engaged in a conversation in 
which Kinney seemed to hear the greater part. 
Indeed, to what Kinney was saying the young 
man paid not the slightest attention. Instead, 
his eyes were fastened on the gangplank be- 
low, and when a young man of his own age, 
accompanied by a girl in a dress of rough tweed, 
appeared upon it, he leaped from his seat. 
Then with a conscious look at Kinney, sank 
back. 

The girl in the tweed suit was suffidendy beau- 
dful to cause any man to rise and to remain stand- 
ing. She was die most beautiful girl I had ever 
seen. She had gray eyes and hair like golden-rod, 
worn in a fashion with which I was not familiar, 

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•nd W fcce w« K. lovely A„ i„ „y ^^ „ 
the Mght of ,^ I fel, , ,„dden etch at my throat, 
tnd my heart stopped with awe, ami wonder, and 
gratitude. ' 

After a brief moment the young man in the real 
Harvard hat-band roM retdeMly and. with a nod 
to Kinney, went below. I alto rote and followed 
mm. I had an uncontrollable desire to again look 
at the girl widi die golden-rod hair. I did not 
mean diat the thould tee me. Never before had 
I done tuch a thing. But never before had I teen 
any one who had moved me to ttrangely. Seek- 
ing her, I walked die lengdi of die main taloon 
and back again, but could not find her. The de- 
lay gave me time to tee that my conduct wat im- 
pertinent. Ihc veiy fact diat the wat to lovely to 
look upon thould have been her protection. It 
afforded me no excute to follow and tpy upon 
her. Widi diit thought, I hattily returned to die 
upper deck to bury mytelf in my book. If it did 
not tcrve to keep my mind from the young lady, 
at leatt I would prevent my eyet from causing her 
annoyance. ® 

I wat about to take the chair diat die young 
man had left vacant when Kinney objected. 

"He was very much interested in our conver- 
sation, Kinney said, "and he may return." 

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I had not nodood •njr ta|eniett on the pan of 
the ywuig num to talk to Kinney or to litten to 
him» but I did not tit down. 

"I should not be turpriied a bit," said Kinney, 
"if that young man it no end of a iwell. He it 
a Harvard man, and hit manner wat mott polite. 
That," explained Kinney, "it one way you can 
alwayt tell a real twell. They're not high and 
mighty with you. Their lodal position it to tecure 
that they can do at they like. For inttance, did 
you notice that he tmoked a pipe ?" 

I taid I had not noticed it. 

For hit holiday Kinney had purchated a box 
of dgart of a quality more expeniive than thote 
he can utually afford. He wat smoking one of 
them at the moment, and, at it grew lett, had 
been carefully moving the gold band with which 
it wat encircled from the lighted end. But at he 
tc^ke he regarded it apparently with dittatte, 
•; i then dropped it overboard. 

" Keep my chair," he taid, riting. "I am going 
to my cabin to get my pipe." I tat down and fat- 
tened my eyet upon my book; but neither did I 
underttand what I was reading nor see the printed 
page. Instead, before my eyes, confusing and 
blinding me, was the lovely, radiant face of the 
beautiful lady. In perplexity I looked up, and 

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fc«ndh.rrondM,no.twofc«fion.m.. Sob,.. 
A«« P»^ «•. out of my d«ir. So««h«g 

*• Aought the knew me, or that I reminded 
fcerof«m.m.„jhedidk«ow. Were A, |,«er 

M whid, .he looked at me w.. kind. And there 
wat, be«de.. the expre^on of wrpnte and Z 
though wmething .he Mw plea«d her. Maybe 

"Could you tell roe," die a.ked, "die name of 
Aat building r Had her q„e.tio,^ J^J^ 5 
her vo.ce would have told me «« onl/STj^ 
wa. a nr^r. but d>at d>e wa. Imh 1, ^ 
patticulariy »ft, low, and vibrent It made the 
commonplace que.tion die asked Mwnd as thouri. 
A. had sung it I told her the name of the buSS 
mg, and that fanher uptown, as she would see 
^n vre mo^d l„|o midstream, there was anod,er 

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Once Upon a Time 

barrauedy and, fearing I intraded, I again made a 
movement to go away. With another question she 
stopped me. I a>uld see no reason for her doing 
so» but it was almost as though she had asked 
the question only to detain me. 

"What is that odd boat/' she said, "pumping 
water into the river ?" 

I explained that it was a fire-boat testing her 
hose-lines, and then as we moved into the channel 
I gained courage, and found myself pointing out 
the Statue of Liberty, Governors Island, and the 
Brooklyn Bridge. The fact that it was a stranger 
who was talking did not seem to disturb her. I 
cannot tell how she conveyed the idea, but I soon 
felt that she felt, no matter what unconventional 
thing she chose to do, people would not be rude, 
or misunderstand. 

I considered telling her my name. At first it 
seemed that that would be more polite. Then I 
saw to do so would be forcing myself upon her, 
that she was interested in me only as a guide to 
New York Harbor. 

When we passed the Brooklyn Navy Yard I 
talked so much and so eagerly of the battle-ships 
at anchor there that the lady must have thought 
I had followed the sea, for she asked: "Are you 
a sailorman?" 

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peio^K *' '"' ""•~'"" *" -»» '» '-y way 
"I used to sail a catboat," 1 said. 

i:r;tad?: dit J:^'"''' ''•'^'■"«"- «^' - 

You don't say •sailorman.'" she said. "What 
do you ask. over hete. when you want to Icnow tf 
a man is m the navy ?" 

lan^agT''* " *""*'' ™ '"" *""^''« ' ^S*'''"' 

haf ^S^Slr- 0"^- "» 'Hough I 

"And you are not?" 

"No." I said, "I am in Joya & Carboy's office 
I am a stenographer." ' 

Again my answer seemed both to puzzle and to 
surprise her. She regarded me doubtfully I 
~uld see Aat she thought, for some real, I 
was misleadmg her. 

.1. "i"/" "'^^ '" 'H* '*?*''"<>• Then, as thoueh 
^. had caught n», she said: "How do you k^J 
so fit? She asked the question directly, as a 

what weight I could strip. ^ 



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"It's only lately I've worked in an office," I 
said. "Before that I always worked out-of-doors; 
oystcring and clamming and, in the fall, scallopn. 
ing. And in the summer I played ball on a hotel 

nine." . 

I saw that to the beautiful lady my explanation 
carried no meaning whatsoever, but before I could 
explain, the young man with whom she had come 
on board walked toward us. 

Neither did he appear to find in her talking 
to a stranger anything embarrassing. He halted 
and smiled. Hi| smUe was pleasant, but entirely 
vague. In the few minutes I was widi him, I 
learned that it was no sign that he was secredy 
pleased. It was merely his expression. It was 
as though a photographer had said: "Smile, 
please," and he had smiled. 

When he joined us, out of deference to the 
young lady I raised my hat, but the youth did not 
seem to think that outward show of respect was 
necessary, and kept his hands in his pockets. 
Neither did he cease smoVing. His first remark 
to the lovely lady somewhat startled me. 

"Have you got a brass bed in your room ?" he 
asked. The beautiful lady said she had. 

"SoVe I," said the young man. "They dc 
you rather well, don't they ? And it's only thre« 
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long amber agarette-holder. I never had .een 

e«e-holder. and, apparendy surpnsed and relieved 
« finding a aga,«« Aere. again smiled con- 

Snl^'"'t '»<'>' P*"'"*'' « the marble shaft ris- 
mg above Madison Square. 

N^'^ork'"*i\"H'" '^■T'P''" "«« ^aid. "in 
«ew York. I had just informed her of that fa t 

The young man smiled as though he were being in^ 
Toduced to the building, but exhibited no interest. 
//It? he remarket His tone seemed to 
^ow Aat had she said. "That is a rabbit." h^ 
would have been equally gratified. 

"Some day." he suted, with the same stardine 
abrupmess wid, which he had made his firsf 
remark, our war-ships will lift d.e «x.fs off those 
sky-scrapers." 

The remark struck me in the wrong place. It 
js unnecessa^r. Already I resented the manner 
of the young man toward die lovely lady It 
seemed to me lacking in courtesy. He knew her 
and yet treated her wid, no deference, while I, a 
stranger, felt so grateful to her for being whaj I 

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Once Upon a Time 

knew one with such a face must be, that I could 
have knelt at her feet. So I rather resented the 
remark. 

"If the war-ships you send over here," I said 
doubtfully, "aren't more successful in lifting things 
than your yachts, you'd better keep them at home 
and save coal!" 

Seldom have I made so long a speech or so 
rude a speech, and as soon as I had spoken, on 
account of the lovely lady, I was sorry. 

But after a pause of half a second she laughed 
delightedly. ^ 

" I see," she cried, as though it were a sort of a 
game. " He means Lipton! We can't lift the cup, 
we can't lift the roofs. Don't you see. Stumps!" 
she urged. In spite of my rude remark, the young 
man she called Stumps had continued to smile hap- 
pily. Now his expression changed to one of dis- 
comfort and utter gloom, and then broke out into 
a radiant smile. 

"I say!" he cried. "That's awfully good: 'If 
your war-ships aren't any better at lifting things — * 
Oh, I say, really," he protested, "that's awfully 
good." He seemed to be afraid I would not ap- 
preciate the rare excellence of my speech. "You 
know, really," he pleaded, "it is awfully good!" 

We were interrupted by the sudden appear- 

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anct, in opposiw direction., of Kinney and th. 
young m-d, ^ ^ ^ndAe 

«a«d and di.t„rbed. A, Ae right of r^^Tng 
man. Stump, turned ,ppe,Bngly to the gulden! 

-^^ Aat of , boy who had been caught "playing 

abI„?n'oi^""H '■' «''r«>' ""ha.', he huffy 
about now } He »o/rf me I could come on decJc as 
•oon a. we surted." 

The p-rl turned upon me a «wet and lovely 
«nJe and nodded. Then, with Stump, at h« 

ioin^K* .."""« '" '"''"'• '"<'• "hen they 

Kiared « 'a' "r"" •» '^ bewilderment, 

grabbed me by the arm. ' 

"Come belowl" he commanded. Hi. ton- wa, 
hoarse and thrilling with excitement. 

Our adventure.," he whispered, "have beguni" 

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I fel^ for me, adventure, had already begun, 
for my meeting wid, the beautiful Udy wa. d,e 
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agreed to share our adventurei, of thii one I knew 
I could not even speak to him. I wanted to be 
alone, where I could delight in it, where I couldv 
go over what she had said; what I had said. I 
would share it with no one. It was too wonder- 
ful, too sacred. But Kinney would not be denied. 
He led me to our cabin and locked the door. 

"I am sorry," he began, "but this adventure is 
one I cannot share with you." The remark was 
so in keeping with my own thoughts that with 
sudden unhappy doubt I wondered if Kinney, too, 
had felt the charm of the beautiful lady. But he 
quickly undeceived me. 

"I have been doing a litde detective work," he 
said. His voice was low and sepulchral. "And 
I have come upon a real adventure. There are 
reasons why I cannot share it with you, but as it 
develops you can follow it. About half an hour 
ago," he explained, "I came here to get my pipe. 
The window was open. The lattice was only 
partly closed. Outside was that young man from 
Harvard who tried to make my acquaintance, 
and the young Englishman who came on board 
with that blonde." Kinney suddenly interrupted 
himself. "You were talking to her just now," 
he said. I hated to hear him speak of the Irish 
lady as "that blonde." I hated to hear him 



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The Make-Believe Man 

•peak of her .t M. So. to .hut him off, I an- 
^^r^y: "She „ked ». .bo„. ^'s^ 

"I u,." «id Kiiwey. «WeU. d,e« mo men 
were juit outtide mjr window, and, while I wa. 

TZt^ H "^ '""'*• ^ "^"^ *• American 
•peaking. He wa« veijr exdted and anerv 'I 

f you.' he .aid, 'eveor boat and raU^J 

tK.n ..watched. You won't be wfe tiU we «t 

.^y from New Yorlc. You m„.t go to y„^ 

abm and sta:, there.' And the oth^ one an- 

»wered : I am mcIc of hiding and dodging.' " 

Wen." I a.lced, "what of it ?" 
"What of it?" he cried. He exclaimed aloud 
with pity and impatience. 

"No wonder." he cried, "you never have ad- 
v«.ture,. Why, it", plafe „ j^„^ ^^ '^ 

mmmal. escaping. The EngliAman certaWy i. 
escaping." ' 

I wa. concerned only for the lovely lady, but 1 
a.W: You mean the Iri.hmancaUed Stump.?" 
StumpsI" exdaimed Kimiey. "What a .t^nge 
name. Too strange to be true. It's an aUasI" 
I wa. mcensed that Kinney .hould chaige the 
ft.«ds of the lovely lady with being criirinab. 
Mad It been any one else I would have at once 

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Once Upon a Time 

letented it, but to be angry with Kinney u diffi- 
cult I could not help but remember that he b 
the slave of hif own imagination. It playt tricks^ 
and runs away with him. And if it leadi him to 
believe innocent people are criminals, it also leadf 
him to believe that every woman in the Subway to 
whom he gives his seat b a great lady, a leader 
of society on her way to work in the slums. 

"Joe!" I protested. "Those men aren't crim- 
inals. I ttlked to that Irishman, and he hasn't 
sense enough to be a criminal.' 

"The railroads are watched," repeated Kinney. 
"Do honest men <iare a dam whether the railroad 
is watched or not ? Do you care? Do I care? 
And did you notice how angry the American got 
when he found Stumps talking with you ?" 

I had noticed it; and I also recalled the fact 
that Stumps haf' jaid to the lovely lady: "He told 
me I could come on deck as soon as we started." 
The words seemed to bear out what Kinney 
claimed he had overheard. But not wishing to 
encourage him, of what I had heard I said nothing. 
"He may be dodging a summons," I suggested. 
"He is wanted, probably, only as a witness. It 
might be a civil suit, or his chauffeur may have 
hit somebody." 

Kinney shook his head sadly. 

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The Make-Believe Man 

«"». «nd the woman it their .ccomph^ Wh« 
*^.ve done 1 don't W. but K'i 

r7 » number tw.„.,.i"b« iken^^^ 

have been ta kine to Mr HP* ''*"•*«'• I 

he continued. ^I pI^nLr ' "' ^'•"""'" 
^«^ • pretended I was a person of 

^, .mporunce I hinted I was rich.To^ 
jcct, Kinney added hastilv *«»^ ^ 

Wm ,„ tiy «,L of his3'o„ Z I 'TZ'X 

"-.• so that I could obtain ^de^ I^«t 
-nt on. with so«een,barrassmen"r; Jd £'th« 

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Once Upon a Time 

••You did very wfong," I cried; "you had no 
rightl You niMf involve ut both mow unpleat^ 

tndy.- ^ 

"You are not involved in any way, pfoteaied 
Kinney. "At toon u we reach New Bedford 
you can slip on shore and wait for me at the hotel. 
When I've finished with thew gendemen, TU join 

you." 
"Finidied widi diem!" I exdaimed. * What 

do you mean to do to them V 

"Arrest them!" cried Kinney sternly, "as soon 
as they step upon the wharfl" 

"You can't do itl" I gasped. 

"I have done it!" answered Kinney. "It's 
good as done. I have notified die chief of police 
at New Bedford," he declared proudly, "to meet 
me at the wharf. I used die wireless. Here is 
my message." , ^ 

From his pocket he produced a paper and, with 
great importance, read aloud: "Meet me at 
wharf on arrival steamer Patitnee, Two well- 
known criminals on board escaping New York 
police. Wai personally lay charges against diem. 
—Forbes Kinney." 

As soon as I could recover from my surprise, 
I made violent protest I pointed out to Kinney 
that his conduct was outrageous, that in making 



The Make-Believe Man 

MyhimMlf open to punithmeiit 
He wu not in the le«M diunajwd. 
I ttke i, Aen," he Mid impormndy. "d..! ^ 
do nw wtth to appear againit diem f" 

1 don t with » appear i„ ,-, „ j„« , ,^ 

louw no right to annoy diatyonnj lady. You 
miut wire die police you aiemiwaken." 

I have no dedre to aneM die woman," said 
annjywffly. "In my «e«ge I did noi men- 

yo« nu^t help her to ewape while I anew her 
accompucet." 

««»mph« to diat young lady. And «,ppo« 
■ng them help you i" 

ESI^* "J^ *"'««' '"* wcitement. 
Think of die newtpaper^" he cried; "dievTl 

tf ,f '*' Al«ady in imaginatio; he mw 
die headline. -A Qever Haul!'" he quoted. 
"•Noted band of aook. elude New York poUce 
but are captured by Forbes Kinney.' " He ^ed 
contentedly. "And die/U probably print my 
picture, too," he added. '^ ' 

I knew I .hould be angiy widi him, but inetead 
I could only feel wriy. I have known Kimiey 



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Once Upon a Time 

for i yMr» tnd I ha¥« karMd that hit "iiitk»- 
beUefv" it thrayt umocMit. I tuppote that ha. 
if what ii caUad a snob, but with htm saobbifh- 
neM u not an unplaatant waaknats. In his cata 
it takat tha fonn of thinking that paopla who hava 
certain thingi he does not potMti are better than 
himMlf; and that, therefore, they mutt be worth 
knowing, and he triet to make their acquaintance. 
But he doet not think that he himtelf it better 
than any one. Hit life it very bare and narrow. 
In oontequence, on many thingt he places false 
valuet. At, for auimple, hit detire to tee hit 
name in the newtpapert even at an amateur de- 
tective. So, while I wat indignant I alto wat sorry. 
"Joe," I taid, "you're going to get yourtelf 
into an awful lot of trouble, and diough I am not 
in diit adventure, you know if I can help you I 

will." 

He thanked me and we went to the dining- 
taloon. There, at a table near ourt, vrt taw the 
lovely lady and Stumpt and the American. She 
again tmiled at me, but thit time, to it teemed, a 
litde doubtfully. 

In the mind of the American, on the contrary, 
there wat no doubt. He glared both at Kinney 
and myself, as though he would like to boil us in oil. 

After dinner, in spite of my protests, Kinney set 

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The Make-Believe Man 

ferA » jnwnjew Wm «hI, m he dncriM h, . 
iMd him on" w commit hinwdr. liearadK.- 
2?]T ""^ ■**• ^^ » «»•«»'« fcinwetfthMi 

watched rram . dimnc. wiA much .mje^. 
An hour later, while I wm done. , ,^ri told 

i«n fnend. die mght wetchman of the boat, and 
the puraer. A. dwugh Inviting him to mak. the 

My n«„e .. Aldrich." he .aid; "I want to 
•now what your name t« ?" 

I did not quite like hi. tone, nor Ad I Uke beinc 
JJ-^-^ *e pur^r". office to he que^ionef 

"Whyriaaked. 

"BecauM." wid Aldrich. "it Mem. »o„ have 
/«»r«/Baine. A. one oT Aem belong. ,0 /*,> 
gendeman -he pointed at Stump.-"he want, 
to Know why you are udng it" 

I looked at Stump, and he greeted me wiA Ae 
««ue and gemal .mile Aat wa. habitual .0 him. 
but on being caught m Ae act by Aldrich he hur- 
nedly frowned. 

"I have never used any name but my <m .," I 



Once Upon a Time 

taid; "and/* I added pleasandy, "if I were choof- 
ing a name I wouldn't choose * Srxmpi.' " 
Aldrich fairly gasped. 

"His name is not Stumps!" he cried mdig- 
nandy. "He is the Earl of Ivy!" 

He evidently expected me to be surprised at 
this, and I was surprised. I stared at the much- 
advertised young Irishman with interest. 

Aldrich misunderstood my silence, and in a tri- 
umphant tone, which was far from pleasant, con- 
tinued: "So you see," he sneered, "when you 
cljose to pass yourself off as Ivy you should have 
picked out another boat." 

The thing was too absurd for me to be angry, 
and I demanded with patience: "But why should 
I pass myself off as Lord Ivy ?" 

"That's what we intend to find out," snapped 
Aldrich. " Anyway, we've stopped your game for 
to-night, and to-morrow you can explain to the 
police! Your pal," he taunted, "has told eve^r 
one on this boat that you are Lord Ivy, and he's 
told me lies enough about himself to prove he's 
an impostor, too!" 

I saw what had happened, and that if I weje to 
protect poor Kinney I must not, as I felt inclined, 
use my fists, but my head. I laughed with ap- 
parent unconcern, and turned to the purser. 

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The Make-Bclicvc Man 

"Oh, that', it, i. it?" I cried. "I might have 
too^ It was Kinney; he's always playing prac- 
ocal jokes on me." I turned to Aldrich. "My 
fnend has been playing a joke on you, too," I 
•aid. He didn't know who you were, but he 
•aw you were an Anglomaniac, and he's been 
having tun with you!" 

"Has he?" roared Aldrich. He reached down 

H!S .''?, P*^^?Vn<> P»"«d out a piece of paper. 
1 his, he cned, shaking it at me, "is a copy of a 
jwreless that I've just sent to the chief of poUce at 
New Bedford." *^ 

With great satisfacdr he read it in a loud and 
threatening voice: "Two impostors on this boat 
representing themselves to be Lord Ivy, my future 
brother-in-law, and his secretaiy. Lord Ivy him- 
self on board. Send police to meet boat. We will 
make charges.— Henry Philip Aldrich." 

It occurred to me that after receiving two such 
sensational telegrams, and getting out of bed to 
meet the boat at six in the mormng, the chief of 
poUce would be in a state of mind to arrest almost 
anybody, and that his choice would certainly fall 
on Kinney and myself. It was ridiculous, but it 
also was likely to prove extremely humiliating. 
So I said, speaking to Lord Ivy: "There's been a 
nustake aU around; send for Mr. Kinney and I 

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Once Upon a Time 



will explain it to you." Lord Ivy, who was 
looking extremely bored, smiled and nodded, but 
young Aldrich laughed ironically. 

"Mr. Kinney is in his state-room," he said, 
"with a steward guarding the door and window. 
You can explain to-morrow to the police." 

I rounded indignandy upon the purser. 

"Are you keeping Mr. Kinney a prisoner in his 
state-room ?" I demanded. "If you are— 



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'He doesn't have to stay there," protested the 
purser sulkily. "When he found the stewards 
were following him he went to his cabin." 

"I will see him at once," I said. "And if I 
catch any of your stewards following me, I'll drop 
them overboard." 

No one tried to stop me — indeed, knowing I 
could not escape, they seemed pleased at my 
departure, and I went to my cabin. 

Kinney, seated on the edg^ of the berth, greeted 
me with a hollow groan. His expression was one 
of utter misery. As though begging me not to be 
angry, he threw out his arms appealingly. 

"How the devil!" he began, "was I to know 
that a litde red-headed shrimp like that was the 
Earl of Ivy ? And that that tall blonde girl," he 
added indignandy, "that I thought was an accom- 
plice, is Lady Moya, his sister ?' 

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The Make-Believe Man 

"What happened ?" I asked. 

Kinney was wearing his hat. He took it off 
and huried it to the floor. 

"It was that damned hati" he cried. "It's a 
Harvard ribbon, aU right, but only men on the 
crew can wear iti How was I to know thatf I 
saw Aldrich looking at it in a puzzled way, and 
when he said, 'I see you are on the crew,' I 
guessed what it meant, and said I was on last 
year's crew. Unfortunately he was on last year's 
crew! That's what made him suspect me, and 
after dinner he put me through a third degree. I 
must have given the wrong answers, for suddenly 
he jumped up and called me a swindler and an im- 
postor. I got back by telling him he was a crook 
and that I was a detective, and that I had sent a 
wireless to have him arrested at New Bedford. 
He chaUenged me to prove I was a detective, and, 
of course, I co»ildn't, and he caUed up two stewards 
and told them to watch me whUe he went after 
the purser. I didn't fancy being watched, so I 
came here." 

"When did you tell him I was the Eari of Ivy ?" 
Kinney ran his fingers through his hair and 
groaned dismally. 

"That was before the boat started," he said; "it 
was only a joke. He didn't seem to be interested 

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Once Upon a Time 

in my convertation» to I diought I'd liven it up a 
bit hy saying I was a friend of Lord Iv/s. And 
you happened to pass, and I happened to remem* 
ber Mrs. Shaw saying you looked like a British 
peer, so I said: 'That is my friend Lord Ivy/ I 
said I was your secretaiy, and he seemed gready 
interested, and — " Kinney added dismally, "I 
talked too much. I am so sorry," he begged. 
"It's going to be awful for you I" His eyes sud- 
denly lit with hope. "Unless," he whispered. 
**we can escape!" 

The same thovght was in my mind, but die 
idea was absurd, and impracticable. I knew there 
was no escape. I knew we were sentenced at 
sunrise to a most humiliadng and disgraceful 
experience. The newspapers would regard any- 
thing that concerned Lord Ivy as news. In my 
turn I also saw the hideous head-lines. What 
would my father and mother at Fairport think; 
what would my old friends there think; and, 
what was of even greater importance, how would 
Joyce & Carboy act? What chance was there 
left me, after I had been arrested as an impos- 
tor, to become a stenographer in the law courts 
— in time, a member of the bar ? But I found 
that what, for the moment, distressed me most was 
that the lovely lady would consider me a knave or 

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«r? ,Au '* ^*" »*"'"• » »«>»"'«on Kin. 

fcr .hore. The wght wa. warn, and foggy, .nd 
Ae Aort journey to land, to one who W b^„ 

™ng. But I d.d no. «e how I could de«« 
"Can you iwim ?" I asked 

c»«». We «>uJdn'tuke diem with u.. and Aey-d 

b«it! he exdaimed eageriy-"o„e of *»« on 
Ae dav.« » he u,ged-"we could put our .ui" 
ca«. m ,t and then, after evenr one i, aZ„ « 
could lower it into the water." '^' 

The«nall«t boat on board wa. certified to hold 
^^pr-five pe,«,n.. ,„d without waking the enSe 

me chart-room. Thu I pointed out 

jMtly. He was rapidly recovering his spirits 

way bv wh,VK ""»'"»"<'"'• "Think of some 
way by which we can get off this boat before she 
«ache. New Bedford. We „„^/ Wem^^^« 

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m 



Once Upon a Time 

be arrettedl It would be too awftill" He inteiw 
nipted hinuelf with an excited exdamatioii. 

"I have iti'' he whispered hoanely: "I will 
ring in the fire-alarmt The crew will run to quar- 
ters. The boats will be lowered. We will cut one 
of them adrift. In the confusion " 

What was to happen in the confusion that his 
imagination had conjured up, I was not to know. 
For what actually happened was so confused that 
of nothing am I quite certain. First, from the 
water of the Sound, that was lapping pleasandy 
against the side, I heard the voice of a man raised 
in terror. Theri came a rush of feet, oaths, and 
yells; then a shock that threw us to our knees, 
and a crunching, ripping, and tearing roar like that 
made by the roof of a burning building when it 
plunges to the cellar. 

And the next instant a large bowsprit entered 
our cabin window. There was left me just space 
enough to wrench die door open, and grabbing 
Kinney, who was still on his knees, I dragged him 
into the alleyway. He scrambled upright and 
clasped his hands to his head. 

"Where's my hat ?" he cried. 

I could hear the water pouring into the lower 
deck and sweeping the freight and trunks before 
it. A horse in a box stall was squealing like a 

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The Make-Believe Man 

human being, ud many human bein« weie 
fcr^jnuBg and Arieking like ammaU. My fim 
mtelligent diou^t wa« ofthe lovely lady. I rfiook 
Kmnq,byd,e,™, The upmar wa, k, peat that 
to mate h,m hear I wai forced to Aout. "Where 
" I^ Ivy*, cabin?" I cried. "You «id i^ 
newtohifriwer-.. Take me there!" 

!»ir""^„'^''*^' '"'• "" ^°^ «•>• «>m«»or and 
:r »" '^'y^y »" "Wch opened three cabin.. 
The door, were ajar, and a. I looked into each I 
»w dja, d.e bed. had not been twiched, and d,at 
Ae cabin, were empty. I knew d,en that d,e wa. 

^Z,^\ ^ «« *« I m-t find her. w" 
ran toward die companionway. 

• "^°^" ""* '*"''"" «"*'" Knney wa. yeU- 
2^ Women and children lir«l" A.' we r.'L 
down the danung floor of the nloon he kept re. 
Peating dm mechanically. At diat moment die 
electric hght. went out. and, except for die oO 
lamps, the diip wa. in darkne... Many of die 
Pa»enger. had already gone to bed. Thnt now 
^ from die mte-room. in «range garment., 
wiying hfe.p«.erver., hand-bag., dieir arm. fuU 
of dodung. One man in one hand clutched a 
•ponge, m die odier an umbreUa. Widi dii. he 
beat at diow who blocked hi. flight. He hit a 
woman over die head, and I hit him and he went 

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Once Upon a Time 

down. Finding himielf on hit knees, be began 
to pray volubly. 

When we reached the upper deck we pushed 
out of the crush at the gangway and, to keep our 
footing, for there was a strong list to port, dung 
to the big flag-staff at the stem. At each rail the 
crew were swinging die boats over the side, and 
around each boat was a crazy, fitting mob. 
Above our starboard rail towered the foremast of 
a schooner. She had rammed us fair amidships, 
and in her bows was a hole through which you 
could have rowed a boat. Into this the water was 
rushing and sucking her down. She was already 
settling at the stem. By the light of a swinging 
lantem I saw three of her crew lift a yawl from 
her deck and lower it into die water. Into it 
they hurled oars and a sail, and one of them had 
already started to slide down the painter when die 
schooner lurched dmnkenly; and in a panic all 
three of the men ran forward and leaped to our 
lower deck. The yawl, abandoned, swung idly 
between die Patitnci and the schooner. Kinney, 
seeing what I saw, grabbed me by the arm. 

"There!" he whispered, pointing; "there's our 
chance!" I saw that, with safety, the yawl could 
hold a third person, and as to who the third pas- 
senger would be I had already made up my mind. 

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The Make-Believe Man 

"W«» hewl" I Mid. 

? "ought I„ the halMark.^.. I .^;teTJl" 
unmigrants, a girf ^^ . 'w!!i.- J^ one of the 

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Once Upon a 

life I took her by die hand and dragfed her after 
me down the deck. • »# i 

"You come with me!** I commanded. I found 
that I wat trembling and that a wei^t of aniietx 
of which I had not been conwaout had been 
lifted. I found I wai ftill holding her hand and 
prening it in my own. "Thank God!" I taid. 
"I thought I had loM youl" 

"Loit me!'* repeated Lady Moya. But the 
made no comment. "I murt find my brother," 

the taid. 

"You mutt c6me wiA mel" I ordered. "Go 
with Mr. Kinney to die lower deck. I will bring 
diat rowboat under the ttem. You will jump 

into it." , A xM 

"I cannot leave my brother!" taid Lady Moya. 
Upon the word, at though shot from a cannon, 
die human whirlpool that wat tweeping the deck 
amidthipt catt out Stumpt and hurled him toward 
ut. Hit titter gave a litdc cry of relief. Stumpt 
recovered hit balance and thook himtdf Uke a dog 
^at hat been in the water. 

"Thought I'd never get out of it alive!" he re- 
marked complacently. In the darkneu I could 
not tee hit face, but I wat turc he wat ttiU vaguely 

tmiUng. "Wortc than a foot-baU night!" he ex- 
claimed; "worte than Mafeking nig^t!" 

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The Make-Believe Man 

Hit liner pointed to the yawl. 

"TWi fmtkmu ii ,oin» to brin( th.t boot 

bad better |o wiim w« cuir 

•boutPhflf He'e jue, behind me." 

A. he .poke only . few yard, fiom n. . p,e»iih 
»oice pierced the tumult. i""™ 

If lI;?'!^'-'*'' "'^ ""« «•«• L<«> Ivy, 

Ji ^^* • •**« "^ •""«• American ao 
«nt yelkd w „«ww: "To heU with Lord I«r 

Lwy Moya chuckled. ' 

.»."2!r " *!'"*« «'~kr 1 commanded. "I 
•« (omg for the yawl." 

A* I iUpped my le^ over die rail I heard LorJ 
%«y: "111 find Pha and mmyoj." ^^ 

I dropped and cau^t the raa of die deck below 

f^intt* '"" V^ ^ -^ '^^' 
S«!S^ *'• Two woke. bn«ght me to 

^ «em I heard from the lower deck the voi« of 
Kmney raued importtndy. 

"Ladieefirwr he cried. "Her ladydrip fi„^ 
I mean 'he corrected. Even on leavivSiaVh. 
beUeved to be a rinking Mp. Ittmeyl„ld J^ 

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Once Upon t Time 

Ibriet his numnwi. Eut Mr. Aldridi had rrl- 
dMitly for|ociMi hit. I hwtf^ h«« *««« ««^%- 
nantlx: ''IH be dtmMa if I dor 

The voice of Lady Mojra laughed. 

••YouTl be drowned if you don't!" the an- 
sweied. 1 taw a black shadow potted upon the 
rail. "Steady below therel** her voice called, and 
the next moment, at Kghdy at a tquind, the 
dropped » the thwart and ttumbled into my armt. 

The voice of Aldridi wat again raited in anger. 
••I'd radier drown!" he cried. 

Lord Ivy retfxmded with unexpected tpirit. 

"Well, then, drown! The wawr it warm and 

ti^t a pleating death." 
At that, with a bump, he fell in a heap at my feet 

"Eaty, Kinney!" I thouted. " Don't twamput!" 

"Ill be careful!" he called, and the next inttant 

hit my thouldert and I thook him off on top of 

Lord Ivy. 
"Get off my head!" thouted hit lordthip. 

Kinney apologjied » •^'y o"^ P"^"^y- La<*y 
Moya raited her voice. 

"For the last time, Phfl," the called, "are you 
coming or are you not ?" 

"Not with thotc twindlert, I'm not!" he thouted. 
••I think you two arc mad! I prefer to drown!" 

There wat an uncomfortable tilence. My po- 

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•woo WM . dilBclUt 00., iiHl, not kiiawiii, whit 
"If 00* mutt dnmat" McUimtd Lail* M«m 

In hi. Mnngdr «|*>iive mMner Lord !»» 
*:rr* «^y= "PWI. r^-re . rl.v a.,." ^ 
Rtth offi" commanded Lady Mc; >. 
I think, fiom her lone, dw o. oer wn, y, en 

Certainly it wai effective, for on the I,,,; r.^ C^k 

w« • hw'TjIadi. Lord Ivy ,„ifi .j .,„>,„f„„^ 

and mamfetted no inteieft 
"Ahl" he exclaimed, "he piefen to <lr, ,^r" 
Sputtenng and gaapin^ Aldrich loee out oT die 

wwer, and, whde we balanced the boat, dlmbed 

over the nde. 

••Undemmdr he cried even white he wtt ttitt 
PW I •« here under protett. I .m here to 
Ptwect you and Stumpt. I tm under oMittuon 
to no one. I'm " -«-*«uon 

"Can you row?" I asked. 

•tvagely; "he rowed on last year*! crew " 

"Phil!" cried Lady Moya. Her voice «,gge«ed 
a temper I had not luipected. "You will row or 
you can get out and walkl Take the oart/' .he 

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Once Upon a Time 

commanded, "ind be dvill" Lady Mojn, with 
the tiller in her hand, tat in the stem; Stumpe, 
with Kinney huddled at hit kneei, waa stowed 
away forward. I took the stroke and Aldrich the 
bow oars. 

"We will make for the Connecticut shoie," I 
said, and pulled from under the stem of the 
PaUenct. 

In a few minutes we had lost all sight and, 
except for her whistle, all sound of her; and we 
ourselves were lost in the fog. There was another 
eloquent and embarrassing silence. Unless, in the 
panic, they trampled upon each other, I had no 
real fear for the safety of those on board the 
steamer. Before we had abandoned her I had 
heard the wireless frantically sputtering the "sund- 
by" call, and I was certain that already the big 
boats of the Fall River, Providence, and Joy lines, 
and launches from every wireless station between 
Bridgeport and Newport, were making toward her. 
But the margin of safety, which to my thinking 
was broad enough for all the other passengers, 
for the lovely lady was in no way sufficient. That 
mob-swept deck was no place for her. I was 
happy that, on her account, I had not waited for 
a possible rescue. In the yawl she was safe. The 
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I judged, not more than three milet distant. In 
an hour, unlets tlfe fog confused us, I felt sure the 
bvely lady would again walk safely upon dry land, 
ie fishly. on Kinney's account and my own, I was 
delighted to find myself free of the steamer, and 
from any chance of her landing us where police 
waited with open arms. The avenging angel in 
Ae person of Aldrich was still near us, so near 
diat I could hear the water dripping from his 
clothes, but his power to harm was gone. I was 
congratulating myself on this when suddenly he 
undeceived me. Apparendy he had been consid- 
ering his position toward Kinney and myself, and, 
having arrived at a conclusion, was anxious to 
announce it. 

u u^ JT'*' ^ '^P***'" ^^ exclaimed suddenly, 
that I m under obligations to nobody. . Just be- 
cause my friends," he went on defiandy, "choose 
to trust diemselves widi persons who ought to be 
in jail, I can't desert diem. It's all die more rea- 
son why I shoulJn't desert diem. That's why I'm 
here! And I want it understood as soon as I get 
on shore I'm going to a police sudon and have 
those persons arrested." 

Rising out of die fog diat had rendered each of 
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taitic and unreal. In the dripping mknett broken 
only by hoarie warningi that came from no dll»- 
lecdon, and widiin the mind of each At oomvie- 
tion that we were lost, police ttatiom did not m^ 
mediately concern ui. So no one spoke, and m 
the fog the words died away and werf drownad. 
But I was glad he had spoken. At least I was 
forewamsd. I now knew that I had not escaped, 
that Kinney and I were still in danger. I deter- 
mined that so far as it lay with me, o«r yawl 
would be beached at that point on the oaast of 
Connecticut farthest removed, not only from poKce 
stations, but from al human habitation. 

As soon as we were out of hearing of the Pa- 
tience and her whistle, we completely lost our bear- 
ings. It may be that Lady Moya was not a skiMsd 
coxswain, or it may be tha^ Aldrich understands a 
racing scull better than a yawl, and pulled too 
heavily on his right, bat whatever the cause we 
soon were hopelessly lost. In this predicament 
we were not alone. The night was filled with 
fog-horns, whisdes, beHs, and the throb of engines, 
but we never were near enou^ to hail the vesseb 
from which the sounds came, and when we rowed 
toward them they invariably sank into sflenet. 
After two hours Stumps and Kinnoy insisted on 
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totflebow. We gave her our coati, and, making 
cushions of theae, ske announced diat sIk was go- 
mg to sleep. Whether she slept or not, I do not 
know, hut she remained sflent. For three moie 
dieaiy hours we took turns at die oars or doased at 
the bottom of die boat whfle we condnued aim- 
lessly to drift upon die face of the waters. It was 
■ow five o'clock, and die fog had so far lightened 
Aat we could see each other and a stretch of open 
water. At intervals the fog-horns of vessels pass- 
im us, but hidden from us, tormented Aldrich to 
a state of extreme exasperation. He hailed diem 
with frantic shrieks and shouts, and Stumps and 
die Lady Moya shouted widi him. I fear Kinney 
and myself did not contribute any great volume of 
souisd to the general chorus. To be "rescued" 
wm die last diing we desired. The yacht or tug 
diat would receive us on board would also put us 
•n shore, where the vindictive Aldrich would have 
us at his mercy. We preferred die freedom of our 
ywd and the shelter of dw fog. Our silence was 
not lost upon Aldrich. For some dme he had been 
douching in die bow, whispering indignandy to 
Lady Moya; now he exclaimed aloud: 
^^ "What did I tell you ?" he cried contemptuously; 
"they got away in this boat because they were 
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drowned. If the/ve nothing to be afraid of, why 
are they to anxiom to keep ut drifting around all 
night in this fog? Why don't they help ut flop 
one of thote tugs ?" 

Lord Ivy exploded suddenly. 

"Rotr he exclaimed. "If die/re afraid of you, 
why did they ask you to go with them ?" 

"They didn'tl" cried Aldrich, trudifully and 
triumphandy. "They kidnapped you and Moya 
becauie they thought they could square themselves 
with you. But they didn't want m//" The issue 
had been fairly stated, and no longer with self- 
respect could I remain silent. 

"We don't want you now!" I said. "Can't 
you understand," I went on wii^ as mudi self- 
reitraim as I coidd muMer, "we are willii^ aad 
anxious to explain ourselves to Lord Ivy, or even 
to you, but we don't want to eapbtn to die pofiee f 
Mfy ftiead though you and Locd Ivy were erooii, 
eeeaping. You diink we Me esooks, 
Ye«bodi * 

AUrich snorted omm&miftmvafy. 

''Thmi's a likely aiHyf be «ied. "No 
you dan't waat to tett that to Ae poKce!" 

FroHi the bow cane asi eaclsMwition, auid Lady 
Moya lose to her feet. 

"Phil!" akt said, "you bew se!" %e picked 

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her wiy acfon the thwart to where Kinney tat at 
the ttroke oar. 

"My brother and I often row together/' the 
mid; "I will take your place." 

When she had seated herself we were so near 
that her eyes looked diiecdy into mine. Draw- 
ing in the oars, she leaned upon them and smiled. 

"Now, then," she commamiei, "tell us all about 
it." 

Before I could speak Aere ctne from behind 
her a sudden radiance, and as though a curtain 
had been snatched aside, the fog flew apart, and 
the sun, dripping, crimson, and gorgMNis, sprang 
from the waters. From the others theM was a 
cry of wonder and delight, and from Lerd Ivy a 
diriek of incredulous laughter. 

Lady Moya clapped her hands joyfully and 
poimed past me. I turned and located. Direcdy 
hdiind me, not fifty feet from us, was a shdving 
beach and a sione wharf, and above it a vine- 
^ommd cottage, from the chimney of which smdce 
curled ^eerily. Had die yawl, while Lady Moya 
waa taloBg the oars, not swung in a circle, and had 
the sun ftof risen, in three minutes more we would 
have bmnped ourselves into the State of Connecti- 
cut. The cottage stood on one horn of a tiny har- 
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ttil^ofti, and wharfi stretched conly in t half, 
circle. Back of them roee splendid elms and die 
delicate spire of a church, and from the unruffled 
surface of die harbor die masts of many fishing 
boats. Across the water, on a grass-gromi point, 
• whitewashed light-house blushed in the crimson 
glory of the sun. Except for an oyster-man in 
his boat at the end of die wharf, and die smoke 
from the chimney of his cottage, the litde village 
slept, die harbor slept. It was a picture of perfect 
content, confidence, and peace. "Oh I" cried the 
Lady Moya, "how pretty, how prettyl" 

Lord Ivy swung die bow about and raced tow- 
ard die wharf. The others stood up and cheated 
hysterically. 

At die sound and at tite s%ht of us emerging so 
mysteiioiisly from die fog, die man in die fishing- 
boat ndsed himself to his fuM height and stated 
as incredidousfy as diough he beheld a mermaid. 
He was Ml old man, but straight and tall, and the 
oysterman's boots stretching to his hips made him 
appear even taller dian he was. He had a bris- 
tling white beard and his face was tanned to a fierce 
copper color, but his eyes were blue and young 
and gende. They lit suddenly widi excitement 
and sympathy. 

•Arc yon from die Patiencer he shouted. In 

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dwnw we antwmd that we weie, and Ivy pulled 
we yawl alongside the fitherman't boat 
But already the old man had turned and, mak- 

mg « megaphone of hit handi, wat ihouting to the 
cottage. 

"Mother!" he cried, "mother, here an folki 
from the wreck. Get coffee and bbnketi and— 
and bacon — and eggs I" 

"May the Lord blest him!" exdaimed the Lady 
Moya devoudy. 

^fllljV.'^'*' •''^•^ *"^ ««««'» P"Med out a 
■oU of bills and shook them at the man. 

"Do you want to earn ten dollars?" he de- 
■wnded; "then chase yourself to the village and 
kring the constable." * 

Lady Moya exclaimed bitteriy, Lord Ivy swore, 
towy m despair uttered a dismal howl and 
dropped his head in his hands. 

"Ifs no use, Mr. Aldrich," I said. Seated in 
tte stMrn, die others had hiddMi me from the fish- 
enwn. Now I stood up and he saw me. I laid 
one hand on his, Md pointed to the tin badge on 
nM tusBSHief 

_^^,^^ " *« ^H*«e constable himself," I ex- 
J^aed. I turned to the lovely Udy. "Lady 
Ji^, ' I said, "I want to introduce you to my 
Utherl I pointed to the vine-covered cottage. 



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The icout Kowled and bit nervoiMly .t Me 
t."nd«. The choice WM difflc«H .«d *.« wm 
no «.. wlA whom he .«.« -k.^cou,^''^ 

Sl.^!!!:!^fl'^ '•'' ""PV. .«d the oAer 
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ll»e three empty n»i, ,p^j i^„„ him Uke « 

ir!l''A!!:^J* **'"*«"»»*• Which, 
•ver one he foUowed left two unguerfed. Should 
be cfeep upon for choice Carver Centre, the 

enemy mwfced by , mile of fir tree,, miri,; ~ 

H^conj^dered d,e b.«er «r..egy would be to w« 

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allow the enemy himself to disclose his position. 
To the scout this course was most distasteful. He 
assured himself that this was so because, while it 
were the safer course, it wasted time and lacked 
initiative. But in his heart he knew that was not 
the reason, and to his heart his head answered that 
when one's country is at war, when fields and fire- 
sides are trampled by the iron heels of the invader, 
a scout should act not according to the dictates of 
his heart, but in the service of his native land. In 
the case of this particular patriot, the man and 
scoyt were at odds. As one of the Bicycle Squad 
of the Boston Corps of Cadets, the scout knew 
what, at this momentous crisis in her history, 
the commonwealth of Massachusetts demanded of 
him. It was that he sit tight and wait for the 
hated foreigners from New York City, New Jer- 
sey, and Connecticut to show themselves. But 
the roan knew, and had known for several years, 
that on the road to Carver was the summer home 
of one Beatrice Farrar. As Private Lathrop it 
was no part of his duty to know that. As a man 
and a lover, and a rejected lover at that, he could 
not think of anything else. Struggling between 
love and duty the scout basely decided to leave the 
momentous question to chance. In the front tire 
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Kneeling in the road lie spun the wheel ,„-l 
as .n«ntl, a, t Monte cJo andpl^LS 

Jr^nirettLt;:^trir'-''1 

-^the plug p^i„„.„, bTto Ml^lbir "'^ 
othlJ't^T f "• '''r "■ '■' '^ «»«ided to an. 

ture rested on the roadtSlet**""""^- 
if It do« that once more," thought the scout. 
« s a warning that there is trouble ahead u2 
at Carver, and aU the little Carvers " 

J«d trie"'''"' ^"^ "''^' ^»''"«'' ''« « he 
waited for the impetus to die. the sound of eal- 

lopmg hoofs brolce sharply on the silenced 
scout threw himself and his'bicydTovtAe n^ 

rdrthi^ir '"^""^^ "--^ '^« *s 

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apron, seated in a white wagon, on which was 
painted, "Pies and Pastry. East Wareham," 
The boy dragged his horse to an abrupt halt. 
'^ Don't point that at me!" shouted the boy. 
'Where do you come from?" demanded the 
scout. 

'Wareham," said the baker. 
'Are you carrying any one concealed in that 
wagon ?' 

As though to make sure the baker's boy glanced 
apprehensively into the depths of his cart, and 
then answered that in the wagon he carried noth- 
ing but fresh-baked bread. To the trained nos- 
trils of the scout this already was evident. Before 
sunrise he had breakfasted on hard tack and 
muddy coffee, and the odor of crullers and mince 
pie, still warm, assailed him cruelly. He assumed 
a fierce and terrible aspect. 

'Where are you going?" he challenged. 
'To Carver Centre," said the boy. 
To chance Lathrop had left the decision. He 
believed the fates had answered. 

Dragging his bicycle over the stone wall, he fell 
into the road. 

"Go on," he commanded. "I'll use your cart 
for a screen. Til creep behind the enemy before 
he sees me." 

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The baker's boy frowned unhappily. 
"But supposing," he argued, "they sec you 
first, will they shoot?" 
The scout waved his hand carelessly. 
"Ofcourse," he cried. 

"Then," said the baker, "my horse will run 
away! 

J-J^l"" °^ "^" demanded the scout. "Are 
Middleboro, South Middleboro, Rock, Brockton, 
and Boston to fall ? Are they to be captured be- 
cause you're afraid of your own horse ? They 
won t shoot real bullets! This is not a real war. 
lA)n t you know that ?" 
The baker's boy flushed with indignation. 
Sure, I know that," he protested; "but my 
horse— A^ don't know that!" 

Lathrop slung his rifle over his shoulder and his 
leg over his bicycle. 

J'lf rfie Reds catch you," he warned, in parting, 
they 11 take everythmg you've got." 

.7]'\^l"^* ^^""^ ^"^^ "'^s* o^ « already," 
wailed the boy. "^nd just as they were paying 

me the batde begun, and this horse run aWayT 
and I couldn't get him to come back for my 
money." ^ 

"War," exclaimed Lathrop morosely, "is al- 
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Carver Centre. In his motor car, he had travelled 
the road many times, and as always his goal had 
been the home of Miss Beatrice Farrar, he had 
covered it at a speed unrecognized by law. But 
now he advanced with stealth and caution. In 
every clump of bushes he saw an ambush. Behind 
each rock he beheld the enemy. 

In a clearing was a group of Portuguese cran- 
berry pickers, dressed as diough for a holiday. 
When they saw the man in uniform, one of the 
women hailed him anxiously. 

'Is the parade coming?" she called. 
'Have you seen any of the Reds?" Lathrop 
returned. 

"No," complained the woman. "And we been 
waiting all morning. When will the parade 
come ?" 

"It's not a parade," said Lathrop, severely. 
"It's a war!" 

The summer home of Miss Farrar stood close 
to the road. It had been so placed by the farmer 
who built it, in order that the women folk might 
sit at the window and watch the passing of the 
stage-coach and the peddler. Great elms hung 
over it, and a white fence separated the road from 
the narrow lawn. At a distance of a hundred yards 
a turn brought the house into view, and at this 

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turn, as had been his manoeuvte at eveiy other pot- 
«ble ambush, Lathrop dismounted and advanad 
on foot. Up to this moment the road had been 
«t.pV. but .WW, in front of the Farrar cotttge, it 
was blocked by a touri„g<ar and a stadon wa»n. 
In die occupant of tht car he recognized all the 
menibers of the Farrar family, except Miss Farrar. 
In the sttoon wagon were all of the Farrar ser- 
vams M.,s Farrar herself was leamng upon d,e 
gate and waving them a farewell. ThVtour- 
■ng-car moved off down the road; the stadon 
^gon followed; Mi,s Farrar was alone. LathroJ 
scorched wvrard her, and when he was oppositi 
die gate dug his toes in die dust and halted. When 
he lifted his btoad-brimmed campaign hat. Miss 
Farrar exclaimed bodi widi surprise and displeas- 
ure. Drawing back from the gate she held herself 
erect Her atdtude was diat of one prepared for 
instant retreat. When she spoke it was in tones 
ot extreme disapproval. 

"You promised," said die girl, >„ would not 
come to see me." 

Ladirop. straddling his bicycle, peered anxiously 
down the road. "^ 

"This IS not a sodal call," he said. "I'm on 
duty. Have you seen the Reds ?" 
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occupied. The ungradoutneM of his reception 
did not seem in the least to disconcert him. 

But Miss Farrar was not deceived. She knew 
him, not only as a persistent and irrepressible 
lover, but as one full of guile, adroit in tricks, 
fertile in expedients. He was one who could not 
take "No" for an answer— at least not from her. 
When she repulsed him she seemed to grow in 
his eyes only the more attractive. 

"It is not the lover who comes to woo,** he was 
constantly explaining, "but the lover's way of 
wooing." 

Miss Farrar had assured him she did not like 
his way. She objected to being regarded and 
treated as a casde that could be taken only by 
assault. Whether she wished time to consider, 
or whether he and his proposal were really ob- 
noxious to her, he could not find out. His policy 
of campaign was that she, also, should not have 
time to find out. Again and again she had agreed 
to see him only on the condition that he would 
not make love to her. He had promised again 
and again, and had failed to keep that promise. 
Only a week before he had been banished from 
her presence, to remain an exile until she gave 
him permission to see her at her home in New 
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two weeks, and yet here he was, a beggar at her 
gate. It might be that he was there, as he said, 
"on duty," but her knowledge of him and of the 
doctrine of chances caused her to doubt it. 
"Mr. Lathrop!" she began, severely. 
As though to see to whom she had spoken La- 
throp glanced anxiously over his shoulder. Ap- 
parently pained and surprised to find that it was 
to him she had addressed herself, he regarded her 
with deep reproach. His eyes were very beautiful. 
It was a fact which had often caused Miss Far- 
rar extreme annoyance. 
He shook his head sadly. 
"'Mr. Lathrop?'" he protested. "You know 
Aat to you I am always 'Charles-Charles the 
Bold, because I am bold to love you; but never 
Ml. Lathrop,' unless," he went on briskly, "you 
are referring to a future state, when, as Mrs. 

Lathrop, you will make me " 

Miss Farrar had turned her back on him, and 
was walking rapidly up the path. 

"Beatrice," he called. "I am coming after 
you!" 

Miss Farrar instantly returned and placed both 
hands firmly upon the gate. 

"I cannot understand you!" she said. "Don't 
you see tliat when you act as you do now, I can't 

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even retpect you ? How do you think I could 
ever care, when you offend me to? You jett at 
what you pretend is the most lerious thing in your 
life. You play with it— laugh at itl" 

The young man interrupted her sharply. 

"It's like this," he said. "When I am widi 
you I am so happy I can't be serious. When I 
am not with you, it is so serious that I am utterly 
and completely wretched. You say my love 
offends you, bores you! I am sorry, but what, in 
heaven's name, do you think your not loving me 
is doing to m^^ I am a wreck! I am a skeleton! 
Look at me!" 

He let his bicycle fall, and stood with his hands 
open at his sides, as though inviting her to gaze 
upon the ruin she had caused. 

Four days of sun and rain, astride of a bicycle, 
widiout food or sleep, had drawn his face into 
fine, hard lines, had bronzed it with a healthy tan. 
His uniform, made by the same tailor that fitted 
him with polo breeches, clung to him like a 
jersey. The spectacle he presented was that of 
an extremely picturesque, handsome, manly youth, 
and of that fact no one was better aware than 
himself. 

"Look at me," he begged, sadly. 
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"I tml" the returned, coldly. "I never mw 
you looking lo well-«nd you know it" She nve 
• gaip of comprehension. "You came here be- 
cause you knew your uniform was becoming!" 
Lathrop resided himself complacently 
"Yes, isn't ; :" he assented. "I brought on 
Uiis war in order to wear it. If you don't mind." 
he added, "I think I'll accept your invitation 
and come mside. I've had nothing to eat in four 
days. 

Miss Farrar's eyes flashed indignandy. 

but ,f you II only promise to go away at once, 
i 11 bnng you everything in the house." 

"In that house," exclaimed Lathrop, dra- 
matically, "there's only one thing that I desire 
and I want that so badly that 'life holds no charm' 
without you.'" 

Miss Farrar regarded him steadily. 

"Do you intend to drive me away from my own 
door, or will you go ?" 

Lathrop picked his wheel out of the dust. 

"Good-by," he said. "FU come back when 
you have made up your mind." 

In vexation Miss Farrar stamped her foot upon 
the path. ^ 

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"Then/' returned Lathrop» "I'U come back 
when you have changed it" 

He made a niovement at though to ride away, 
but much to Min Farrar't dismay, hastily dis- 
mounted. "On second thoughts/' he said, "it 
isn't right for me to leave you. The woods are 
full of tramps and hanger^m of the army. You're 
not safe. I can watch this road from here as well 
as from anywhere else, and at the same time I can 
guard you." 

To the consternation of Miss Farrar he placed 
his bicycle against the fence, and, as though pre- 
paring for a visit, leaned his elbows upon it. 
^^ "I do not wish to be rude," said Miss Farrar, 
"but you are annoying me. I have spent fifteen 
summers in Massachusetts, and I have never seen 
a tramp. I need no one to guard me." 

"If not you," said Lathrop easily, "then the 
family silver. And think of your jewels, and your 
mother's jewels. Think of yourself in a house 
filled with jewels, and entirely surrounded by 
hostile armies I My duty is to remain with you." 

Miss Farrar was so long in answering, that 
Lathrop lifted his head and turned to look. He 
found her frowning and gazing intently into the 
shadow of the woods, across the road. When she 
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upon him. Her cheeks were fluihed and her face 
glowed with tome unusual excitement. 

"I with " the exclaimed breathlettly— " I with," 
•he repeated, "the Reds would take you prisoner!" 

"Take me where?" asked Lathrop. 
^^ "Take you anywherel" cried Miss Farrar. 
'You should be ashamed to talk to me when you 
should be looking for the enemy!" 

"I am waiting for the enemy," explained La- 
throp. " It's the same thing." 

Miss Farrar smiled vindictively. Her eyes shone. 
"You need not wait long," she said. 
TTiere was a crash of a falling stone wall, and of 
parting bushes, but not in time to give Latlirop 
warning. As though from the branches of the 
trees opposite two soldiers fsU into the road; 
around his hat fcach wore the red band of the in- 
vader; each pointed his rifle at Lathrop. 

"Hands up!" shouted one. "You're my pris- 
oner!" cried the other. 

Mechanically Lathrop raised his hands, but his 
eyes turned to Miss Farrar. 
"Did you know?" he asked. 
"I have been watching them," she said, "creep- 
ing up on you for the last ten minutes." 

Lathrop turned to the two soldiers, and made 
an effort to smile. 

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"That was vciy clever," he said, "but I have 
twenty men up the road, and behind them a regi- 
ment. You had better get away while you can." ^ 

The two Reds laughed derisively. One, who 
wore the stripes of a sergeant, answered: "That 
won't do! We been a mile up the road, and you 
and us are the only soldiers on it Gimme the 
gun I" 

Lathrop knew he had no right to refuse. He 
had been fairly surprised, but he hesitated. When 
Miss Farrar was not in his mind his amateur sol- 
diering was to him a most serious proposition. 
The war game was a serious proposition, and that, 
through his failure for ten minutes to regard it 
seriously, he had been made a prisoner, mortified 
him keenly. That his humiliation had taken place 
in the presence of Beatrice Farrar did not lessen 
his discomfort, nor did the explanation he must 
later make to his captain afford him any satisfac- 
tion. Already he saw himself playing the star 
part in a court-martial. He shrugged his shoul- 
ders and surrendered his gun. 

As he did so he gloomily scrutinized the insignia 
of his captors. 
"Who took me ?" he asked. 

' We took you," exclaimed the sergeant. 

' What regiment ? " demanded Lathrop, sharply. 

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"I have to report who took me; and you probably 
don't know it, but your collar ornaments are up- 
side down." With genuine exasperation he turned 
to Miss Farrar. 

"Lord!" he exclaimed, "isn't it bad enough 
to be taken prisoner, without being taken by raw 
recruits that can't put on their uniforms ?" 

The Reds flushed, and the younger, a sandy- 
haired, rat-faced youth, retorted angrily: "Mebbc 
we ain't strong on uniforms, beau," he snarled, 
but you've got nothing on us yet, that I can see. 
You look pretty with your hands in the air, don't 
you ?" 

"Shut up," commanded the other Red. He 
was the older man, heavily built, with a strong, 
hard mouth and chin, on which latter sprouted a 
three days' iron-gray beard. "Don't you see he's 
an oflicer ? Officers don't Uke being took by two- 
spot privates." 

Lathrop gave a sudden start. "Why," he 
laughed, incredulously, "don't you know—" He 
stopped, and his eyes glanced quickly up and 
down the road. 

"Don't we know what?" demanded the older 
Red, suspiciously. 

"I forgot," said Lathrop. "I-I must not give 

mformadon to the enemy " 

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For an instant there was a pause, while the two 
Reds stood irresolute. Then the older nodded the 
other to the side of the road, and in whispers they 
consulted eagerly. 

Miss Farrar laughed, and Lathrop moved tow- 
ard her. 

"I deserve worse than being laughed at," he said. 
"I made a strategic mistake. I should not have 
tried to capture you and an army corps at the same 
time." 

"You," she taunted, "who were always so keen 
on soldiering, to be taken prisoner," she lowered 
her voice, "and by men like that! Aren't they 
funny ?" she wliispered, "and East Side and Ten- 
derloin! It made me homesick to hear them! I 
think when not in uniform the little one drives a 
taxicab, and the big one is a guard on the elevated." 

"They certainly are very 'New York,*" assented 
Lathrop, "and very tough." 

"I thought," whispered Miss Farrar, "those 
from New York with the Red Army were picked 
men." 

„ ",^** ^^^ ** niatter?" exclaimed Lathrop. 
"It's just as humiliating to be captured by a hall- 
room boy as by a mere millionaire! I can't in- 
sist on the invading army being entirely recruited 
from Harvard graduates." 

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The two Reds either had reached a decision, 
or agreed that they could not agree, for they ceased 
whispering, and crossed to where Lathrop stood. 

"We been talking over your case," explained 
the sergeant, "and we see we are in wrong. We 
see we made a mistake in taking you prisoner. 
We had ought to shot you dead. So now we're 
going to shoot you dead." 

"You can't!" objected Lathrop. "It's too 
late. You should have thought of that sooner." 

"I know," admitted the sergeant, "but a pris- 
oner is a hell of a nuisance. If you got a prisoner 
to look after you can't do your own work; you got 
to keep tabs on him. And there ain't nothing in 
it for the prisoner, neither. If we take you, you'll 
have to tramp all the way to our army, and all the 
way back. But, if you're dead, how different! 
You ain't no bother to anybody. You got a half 
holiday all to yourself, and you can loaf around 
the camp, so dead that they can't make you work, 
but not so dead you can't smoke or eat." The 
sergeant smiled ingratiatingly. In a tempting 
manner he exhibited his rifle. "Better be dead," 
he urged. 

"I'd like to oblige you," said Lathrop, "but 
it's against the rules. You can't shoot a pris- 
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The rat-faced soldier uttered an angiy exclama- 
tion. "To hell with the rules!" he cried. "We 
can't waste time on him. Turn him loose!" 

The older man rounded on the little one sav- 
agely. The tone in which he addressed him was 
cold, menacing, sinister. His words were simple, 
but his eyes and face were heavy with warning. 

"Whp is running this?" he asked. 

The litde soldier muttered, and shuffled away. 
From under the brim of his campaign hat, his eyes 
cast furtive glances up and down the road. As 
though anxious to wipe out the effect of his com- 
rade's words, the sergeant addressed Lathrop 
suavely and in a tone of conciliation. 

"You see," he explained, "him and me are 
scouts. We're not supposed to waste time taking 
prisoners. So, we'll set you free." He waved his 
hand invitingly toward the bicycle. "You can 
go!" he said. 

To Miss Farrar's indignation Lathrop, instead 
of accepting his freedom, remained motionless. 

"I can't!" he said. "I'm on post. My cap- 
tain ordered me to stay in front of this house until 
I was relieved." 

Miss Farrar, amazed at such duplicity, ex- 
claimed aloud: 

"He is not on post!" she protested. "He's a 

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•cout! He wants to stop here, because-becauw 

-he . hunpy I wouldn't have let you take hin. 

pnwner, ,f I had not thought you would uke him 

away with you " She appealed to the ^rgeant. 

Pleast uke him away," .he begged. 

The Kigeant turned sharply upon his prisoner. 

demaiiL ' '^" "'"* ^ '""^ wants?" he 

" Because I've got to do what my captain wants," 
returned Lathrop, "and he put me on sentry^, „ 
front of this house." * 

With the back of his hand, the sergeant fret- 
fully scraped jhe three days' growth on his chin. 
There s nothmg to it," he exclaimed, "but 

more Reds we'll turn him over. Fall in!" he 
commanded. 

"No!" protested Lathrop. "I don't want to be 
turned over. I've got a much better plan. You 
don t want to be bothered with a prisoner. / 
don t want to be a prisoner. As you say, I am 
better dead. You can't shoot a prisoner, but if 
he tnes to escape you can. I'll try to escape. You 
shoot me. Then I return to my own army, and 
report myself dead. That ends your difficulty 
and saves me from a court-martial. They can't 
court-martial a corpse." 

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The face of the sergeant flashed with relief and 
satisfaction. In his anxiety to rid himself of his 
prisoner, he lifted the biqrde into the road and 
held it in readiness. 

"You're all right!" he said, heartily. "You 
can make your getaway as quick as you like." 

But to the conspiracy Miss Farrar refused to 
lend herself. 

"How do you know," she demanded, "that he 
will keep his promise ? He may not go back to 
his own army. He can be just as dead on my 
lawn as anywhere else!" 

Lathrop shook his head at her sadly. 

"How you wrong me!" he protested. "How 
dare you doubt the promise of a dying man? 
These are really my last words, and I wish I could 
think of something to say suited to the occasion, 
but the presence of strangers prevents." 

Kc mounted his bicycle. "*If I had a thou- 
sand lives to give,'" he quoted with fervor, "Td 
give them all to—'" he hesitated, and smiled 
mournfully on Miss Farrar. Seeing her flushed 
and indignant countenance, he added, with haste, 
"to the Commonwealth of Massachusetts!" 

As he started on his wheel slowly down the path, 
he turned to the sergeant. 

I'm escaping," he explained. The Reds, with 

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an enthusiasm undoubtedly genuine, raised their 
nfles, and the calm of the Indian summer was 
•battered by two sharp reports. Lathrop, look- 
ing back over his shoulder, waved one hand re- 
assuringly. 

"Death was instantaneous," he called. He 
bent his body over the handle-bar, and they 
watched him disappear rapidly around the turn in 
the road. 

Miss Farrar sighed with relief. 

"Thank you very much," she said. 

As though signifying that to oblige a woman he 
would shoot any number of prisoners, the serfeant 
raised his hat. 

"Don't mention it, lady," he said. "I seen 
he was annoying you, and that's why I got rid 
of him. Some of them amateur soldiers, as soon 
as they get into uniform, are too fresh. He 
took advantage of you because your folks were 
away from home. But don't you worry about 
that. I'll guard this house until your folks get 

Miss Farrar protested warmly. 
"Really!" she exclaimed; "I need no one to 
guard me." 

But the soldier was obdurate. He motioned 
his comrade down the road. 

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"Watch at the turn/' he ordered; "he may 
come back or tend tome of the Bluet to take ut. 
I'll say here and protea the lady." 

Again Mim Farrar protested, but the lergeant, 
in a benign and fatherly manner, tmiled ap- 
provingly. Seating himself on the grass outside 
the fence, he leaned his back against the gate- 
post, apparently setding himself for conversation. 
"Now, how long might it have been," he asked, 
"before we showed up, that you seen us ?" 

"I saw you," Miss Farrar said, "when Mr.— 
when that bicycle scout was talking to me. I saw 
the red bands on your hats among the bushes." 
The sergeant appeared interested. 
" But why didn't you let on to him ?" 
Miss Farrar laughed evasively. 
"Maybe because I am from New York, too," 
she said. "Perhaps I wanted to see soldiers from 
my city take a prisoner." 

They were interrupted by the sudden appear- 
ance of the smaller soldier. On his rat-like coun- 
tenance was written deep concern. 

"When I got to the turn," he began, breath- 
lessly, "I couldn't see him. Where did he gof 
Did he double back through the woods, or did 
he have time to ride out of sight before I got 
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The reappearance of hit comrade affected the 
•ciTReant strangely. He sprang to his feet, his 
under jaw protruding tniculendy, his eyes flash- 
ing with anger. 

"Get hack," he snarled. "Do what I told 
you I" . 

Under his breath he muttered words that, to 
Miss Farrar, were unintelligible. The litde rat- 
hke man nodded, and ran from diem down die 
road. The sergeant made an awkward gesture of 
apology. 

"Excuse me, lady," he begged, "but it makes 
me hot when diem rookies won't obey orders 
You see," he ran on glibly, "I'm a reg'lar; served 
th.-ee years in the Philippines, and I can't get used 
to not having my men do what I say." 

Miss Farrar nodded, and started toward die 
house. The sergeant sprang quickly across die 
road. 

"Have you ever been in die Philippines, Miss ?" 
he called. "It's a great country." 

Miss Farrar halted and shook her head. She 
was considering how far politeness required of her 
to entertain unshaven miliriamen, who insisted on 
making sentries of diemselves at her front gate. 

'Hie sergeant had plunged garrulously into a 
confusmg description of die Far East. He was 

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dtiping the picketi of the fence with his hands, 
•nd his eytt were fastened on hers. He lacked 
neither confidence nor vocabulary, and not for an 
instant did his tongue hesitate or his eyes wander* 
and yet in his manner there was nothing at which 
•he could take oflfence. He appeared only ami- 
ably vain that he had seen much of the world, and 
anxious to impress that fact upon another. Miss 
Farrar was bored, but the man gave her no oppor- 
tunity to escape. In consequence she was relieved 
when the noisy approach of an automobile brought 
him to an abrupt pause. Coming rapidly down 
die load was a large touring-car, filled with men in 
khaki. The sergeant gave one glance at it, and 
leaped across the road, taking cover behind the 
ttone wall. Instantly he raised his head above it 
and shook his fist at Miss Farrar. 

"I>on't tell," he commanded. "They're Blues 
in that carl Don't tell!" Again he sank from 
sight. 

Miss Farrar now was more than bored, she was 
annoyed. Why grown men should play at war 
so seriously she could not understand. It was 
absurd! She no longjjr would remain a party to 
it; and, lest the men in the car might involve her 
still further, she retreated hastily toward the 
house. As she opened the door the car halted at 

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Ae p«^«l y^ e.lW » her, b„, d„ p,„„^ 

Behind her the Mr pawed noWly on ii, w.y. 

a« moun«d .he wjir^ .„d cwmJ,^ , |,„dj^ 
moved down , long hjJI. « A, furAer end of which 
wa. her bedroom The h.ll w,. „nc.rpe«d. bu, 
the tenni. .hoe. die woie made no «H.nd, nor did 
the^door of her bedroom when .he pud»d it 

A °". *•*?*»" Mi« F.rr.r .«»d quite .till. 
A «nft. nnking iau«a held her in a Wee. Her 

<^te d« door wa. her dreuing-table. and «- 
"ected in .t. mirror were the feature, and figure of 

With one hand he n^pt the dre«ing-«ble. The 
other, hanging at hi. ride, held a revolver. In a 
moment the panic into which Min Farrar had 
b^n thrown paued. Her bread, and blood re- 
turned, and. mrent only on flight, die «ft|y turned. 
On Ae injtant the rat-faced one raised hi. eye 
»aw her reflected in the mirror, and with an oad, 
«vung wward her. He drew the revolver d^ 

"^'f^' ?"''u~''"' « •"' ^'^ *« barrel. 

^^-areZUur"'"^"'' ""^'' '-""-' 

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MiM Farrar wit not afraid of die levolver or of 
die man. She did not believe eidier would do her 
harm. The idea of bodi die prewnce of die man 
in her room, and diat any one should dare to 
direaten her waa what filled her widi repugnance. 
Ai the warm blood flowed again through her body 
her spirit returned. She waa no longer afraid. 
She wai, instead, indignant, furious. 

Widi one step she was in die room, leaving die 
road to the door open. 

"Get out of here," she commanded. 
The litde nuin snarled, and stamped die floor. 
He shoved the gun nearer to her. 
"The jewels, damn you!" he whispered. "Do 

you want me to blow your fool head off ? Where 
are the jewels?" 

—Jewels?" repeated Miss Farrar. "I have no 
jewels I" 

"You liel" shrieked die litde man. "He said 
die house was fuU of jewels. We heard him. He 
said he would stay to guard die jewels." 

Miss Farrar recognized his error. She remem- 
bered Ladirop's jest, and diat it had been made 
while die two men were widiin hearing, behind 
the stone wall. 

"It was a jokel" she cried. "Leave at onccf" 
She backed swifdy toward the open window that 

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l«.W upon the red. "Or I :i «!! your -.w 

"If you go near that window or icreani " wh.*.. 
Pered the ratJike one, "I'll .hooti- 
A heavy voice, .peaking tuddenly from the 

"Sht won't •cream," uid the voice. 
In the door Min Farnr nw the bulky form of 
the Mrgeant, blocking her eKipe. 
WitW, .hifdng hi, ^ f^ j,.^ ^ 

Why didn t you keep her .way ?" he pan. i. 
An automobile Mopped in front of the gate." 

The older man laughed. "Oh. ye^ AeTI tell." 
he wh..pe,ed Hi. voice wa. «iU L and .ual 
but .t «rri«l with it the weight of a threat, ^i:^' 
the threat, although unipoken, filled Miw Farrar 

tearfully from one man to the other 

the?„««'*'T """?"' '■" '""''• '^^ her. 
Ae fingtr. working and making dutches in the air 

1 he look m his eyes was quite terrifying. 

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"ir you don't tell," he said slowly, "I'll choke it 
out of you!" 

If his intention was to frighten the giri, he suc- 
ceeded admirably. With her hands clasped to her 
throat, Miss Farrar sank against the wall. She 
saw no chance of escape. The way to the door was 
barred, and should she drop to the garden below, 
from the window, before she could reach the road 
the men would overtake her. Even should she 
reach the road, the house nearest was a half mile 
distant. 

The sergeant came close, his fingers opening 
and closing in front of her eyes. He raised his 
voice to a harsh, bellowing roar. "Pm going to 
make you tell!" he shouter'. "I'm going to choke 
It out of you!" 

Although she was alone in the house, although 
on every side the pine woods encompassed her. 
Miss Farrar threw all her strength into one long, 
pierang cry for help. And upon the instant it 
was answered. From the hall came the swift 
nish of feet. The rat-like one swung toward it. 
From his revolver came a report that shook the 
room, a flash and a burst of smoke, and through 
it Miss Farrar saw Lathrop hurl himself. He 
dived at the rat-like one, and as on the foot-ball 
field he had been taught to stop a runner, flung 

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^ Z rr*" *• T^'^' •"•"• The leg. of 
the man .hot from under him, hi. body cut a half 
arcle through the air. and the part of hi. anatomy 
to fir.t«,uchAe floor wa. hi, head. The floor 

r, I ' V^ ?' ""P"" 8»^ '""h » "a.h like 
Ae .ma.h of a ba«-baU bat. when it drive, the 

ball to centre field. The man did not move. He 
did not even gn,an. In his relaxed fingers the 
revolver lay. within reach of Lathn,p's haS. He 

iJg^aT " ""'■' '"" °" ^' ^'' P"'"'"' « « *« 
fuiT^-HaXT;^"" "•"'" "' ''■"-'^ <*- 
Uf^hTa";d11Sr'^'°^^' "'•'''«-" 

Jl^°' ,^«" ''T'*"' *' 8irl. "He did „o/ 

"He .aid he would-whatl" beUowed Lathrop. 
He leaped to h,. feet, and sent the gun spinning 
through the window. He stepped to^rd the man 
gingerly, on the balls of his feet, like one walking 
on .ce. The man Memed to know what that form 
of approach threatened, for he threw his arms into 
a posmon of defence. 

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'You bully!" whispered Lathrop. "You cow- 
ard I You choke women, do you ? " 

He shifted from one foot to the other, his body 
balancing forward, his arms swinging limply in 
front of him. With his eyes, he seemed to un- 
dress the man, as though choosing a place to 
strike. 

^ "I made the same mistake you did," he taunted. 

I should have killed you first. Now I am fgqine 

to do it!" * * 

He sprang at the man, his chin still sunk on his 
chest, but with his arms swinging like the spokes 
of a wheel. His opponent struck back heavily, 
violently, but each move of his arm seemed only 
to open up some vulnerable spot. Blows beat 
upon his chin, upon his nose, his eyes; blows 
jabbed him in the ribs, drove his breath from his 
stomach, ground his teeth together, cut the flesh 
from his cheeks. He sank to his knees, with his 
arms clusping his head. 

"Get up!" roared Lathrop. "Stand up to it, 
you coward!" 

But the man had no idea of standing up to it. 
Howling with pain, he scrambled toward the door, 
and fled staggering down the hall. 

At the same moment the automobile that a few 
minutes before had passed up the road came limp- 

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ing to the gate, and a halMozen men in uniform 

house. ""•• '"wund the 

"They've got himl" he .aid. He pointed to 
the prostrate figute on the floor. "tkandZ 

Of Ae Reds, disguised as soldiers. I knew they 
their malce-up, and I made that bluff of ridiW 

«r swpped me and when they said who they 
^re after I ordered them back here. But they 
had a flat tire, and my bicycle be.t them." ^ 

In his excitement he did not notice that the 
prl was not listening, that she was ven. p^e th* 
she j^ breadiiijg quickly, and trembirn^ 

one i!*° •*""/' •" ""'''«'• "*« Ae other 
one they want is up here." 

wZ ''""f %"«"8th insundy returned. 

on Ae floor, she sprang toward Lathrop. with both 
hands clutching him by his sleeves. 

You will mtr she commanded. "You will 
not leave me alonel" 

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Appcalingly she raised her face to his surtled 
countenance. With a burst of tears she threw 
herself into his arms. "I'm afraid!" she sobbed. 
"Don't leave me. Please, no matter what I say, 
never leave me again I" 

Between bewilderment and joy, the face of La- 
throp was unrecognizable. As her words reached 
him, as he felt the touch of her body in his arms, 
and her warm, wet cheek against his own, he drevv 
a deep sigh of content, and then, fearfully and 
tenderly, held her close. 

After a pause, in which peace came to all the 
world, he raised his head. 

"Don't wony!" he said. "You can irt I won't 
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