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lion, had him by the throat. Then that fierce hold
Suddenly looSened
"Mohammed Achmet!"
"NIav thy day be white as milk, my Lord!" spoke the
stately Mohammed with unruff1ed grace. at is well
that was here to my Lady from the foolish be-
haviors of Hassan Abdulah who is not fit person to
go out with tourists. He has been dragoman only
this season"
But he's your brother" sobbed Mrs. Trott, who,
that her troubles all over had begun to cry
mo, my Lady," returned Mohammed, in a tone
nicely compounded of magnanmous forgiveness and
gentle rebuke, "you hurt to say that. | could not
have believed my honored Lord and Lady would listen
wicked lies and think that low person like Hassan
Abdullah, donkey boy only last year, could be my
brother"
4 S husband and wife half an hour later crossing
silver river in silver boat, Mrs. Trott slipped
the heart scarab into her husbands hand, which hap
pened to be close beside her
81 think it must be tomorrow now, she said little
ncoherently "and here's your birthday present. Of
it's perfectly silly thing to give YOU and can't
imagine why you want it; but you kept talking about
those creepy horrors the steamer and suppose it
will do for paperweght.
"Thank you, my-my DEAR" replied the professor
a shall prize above all thngseXcept the hand that
gives it, And here have little token for you'll"
He drew from his coat pocket packet AS Mrs
Trott eagerly opened it, the folds of white Egyptian
shawl which seemed itself to be made of etherealized
silver, shinmered into view. The bride gave little
cry of rapture
"Oh, Eustaoe How perfectly you know what
want"
Since he was perched higher seat he could stoop
to kiss her. The honeymoon had begun.
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came back with shock "Cyntha!" he groaned, and
recklessy flung himself into the saddle, enreat1ng the
donkey almost with tears to return.
But Salure only planted his fore feet more firmly in
the glistenng sand This not the way play the
game Tourists stopped first to the COoss and then
went the temple of Der Nadnat to the Tombs
of the Kings. Salure knew his business too well to
bulge for the professors Arabic which he did not
derstand for the spater of furious slaps which he
thoroughly enjoyed.
In desperation, the bridegroom sprang down again
and began wildly in what he hoped might be the
right direction At this Saure suffered brief inward
conflict Principle told him take the tourist points
in proper order; but instinct babe him keep in front
lifted his fore feet and tore after this racing rival passed
him with impudent flourish OF the tall and took the
lead back to the river.
THUS it was that when Mrs Trott, with the coveted
funeral scarab in her hand, genuine alabaster
heart scarab of unthnkable antiquity, realized that
Mohammed's brother in league with those two
threatening Arabs who pressed SO close upon her de-
manding its price all the gold she had-nto that
absorbed group charged Saue with characteristic
expectedness, knocking Hassan Abdulah slipper heels
turban head.
The Arabs wheeled in flash and, at the sight and
sound of the pursuing professor who not tar behind the
donkey now uttered a voice of thunder as he ran
of them eaped to the back of kneeing camel which
snorted the head rope erked him to his
feet AS the rocked up into position Professor
Trot heard extraordinary cang and Jingle from be-
meath the camels load of dra straw. But before the
second Arab could make up his mind which way to
flee the professor like enchanted bOOkWOrm trans
formed by danger, love- and moonlight into roaring
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LITTLE JENNY WREN
BY E. MCCAUGHTRY

ooh, yes saw the advertisement of this, she ind-
Gated the gas attachment with swollen little finger ain
the paper and as l couldn't 60 for it mysef-Im lame
II got Joe Purdee-that's Mrs; Purdees boy, the
Oh he says it's grand riding in the horse cars like you
was rich; but it's heavenly" here the little lady
flushed again with pleasure at the celestial mentioning
"n the not closed up cars riding down Broadway The
down. No, don't want any help"
She turned out the gas, then slid from the chair to
her knees the table and, graspng the crutch that
leaned against it, swung herself to the floor.
"You take down the bacon" she said II usually get
Mrs: Purdee to. You can't get down and hold it
too
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DICKENS did not create: he discovered.
- humanity as souls clothed in the garment:
His people were universal, being of Life.
them every day on the streets.
In an East Side tenement in New York was
veritable Jenny Wren, by adoption if not by
little dolls dressrmaker feeding her body by
"fine ladies of fine ladies" and her soul by the
of another realm.
She too used @crutch stick" two of then
though her back was not "bad," her legs were
The little hands that so skifully fashioned tn
work were often swollen and discolored with the
tism that rendered her limbs unworthy vehicle
frail body She lived at the top of the tenen
one small window overlooking the East Rive
1t was here the reporter met her quite by
while searching for witness in murder case
Instructed, he had unceremoniously ushered
himself into her room. The welcome he re-
ceived was unique; for at the moment of his
entrance the little dressmaker was engaged
in preparing her monday meal
what do you want?" she asked somewhat
abruptly.
The reporter gave his name and apologized
for the intrusion. To do this with any degree
of solennity was difficult, owing to the ludl-
crous appearance the interrogation presented.
Upon narrow, heavy table that originally
had been designed as a rest for bookcase,
were piled brilliant bits of cloth, needless thim-
bles, and thread, and innumerable dolls Amid
InlS gay uIySOOuS DOuquCC "ao PioNNu %
dilapidated kitchen chair, and upon the chair
perched the only occupant of the room. the
aPerson of the house. as it were, the little
dolls dressmaker of New York.
a can't come down." she said in the tone
one might imagine Jenny of London would
have employed in addressing a visitor when
saying, Il can't get up, because my backs
bad and my legs are queer" Because"
added the real and living Miss Wren from her
height of chair and table, "the bacon will burn
The bacon was sputtering in a miniature
frying pan balanced on an iron ring which was
held over the gasjet by an iron arm.
"How unique!7 said the reporter for the
want of something better to say.
Il think it must be, the girl returned some
what vaguely. 1T cost fifteen cents, though
they only cost ten when there's no carfare."
"Carfare?' queried the reporter
Eyes" said the wise one from the table.
@You see, l saw the advertisement in the
paper. 1 take the paper, or rather l buy it
second-its just as good, though, and there's
nothing gone, you know. l would buy it
first, only-well," she flushed little, ~ can't
afford it Just now, and"
"But the carefare!" helpfully interposed the
reporter.
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prison rare. would permit
Like the d-l!' he cried. choking
in his wrath. I'm old, that's your
dope. Going to throw me for rookie
Ell? Well. I'll show you. When guys
start stalling me I'll show them up.
From now on I'm copper. and I'll
show you up. Valentine. I'll get you.
too-Tll get you good"'
Red Flanagan had won a continent
wide reputation as smooth work
err" He was one Of those painstak-
ing. conscientious burglars who fol-
lowed habtually the laudable prac-
tice Of looking after details. His EN-
ployers. among whom had been JIM
my Valentine. Chicago Whitley" and
other leaders In their profession, had
in the past shown flattering willing
ness to recommend him mot in their
own handwriting, to be sure) as
thorough artist. an untiring student
and one who one day would probably
revolutionize the business of caring
for other peoples money. In word.
Red was thorough. which means
great deal in his line.
So, true to his reputation. Red. fear
ing complications because Of the pitch
to which Avery had unconsciously
raised his voice. had stepped behind
the portieres to keep watch on the
short hallway that led to it. This hall
way opened out into the main hall of
the hotel. at the far end of which was
carriage entrance. At the opposite
side of the parlor was an exit lead
ing to a dining room, which in turn
had an opening directly next to the
main entrance OF the hotel. Red real
lied that a casual passerby might be-
come suspicious of Avery's words
should they be overheard. Besides.
the implacable Doyle was in town. A
friend of his, runner" for Doc Sla-
ter's faro bank, had SO informed Red
that very morning.
Red suddenly issued warning hiss.
Duck, Avery! Here comes Doyle"
The two thieves. having no oppor-
tunity to do better. hastily concealed
themselves behind the portieres.
Valentine, very much disturbed.
made an effort TO calm himself. He
seated himself beside convenient Ia
BILE He picked up magazine and
began to peruse its pages in seemingly
unconcerned fashion.
Hello, jimmy
With these words Detective George
Doyle entered the room. Garmented
in the latest cut of fashionable cloth
ing. panama hat and patent leather
ties with batwing laces. he appeared
the diettante. the man about town.
rather than the tracker Of desperate
men-the man Of leisure. every inch
of him. an uninitiated observer would
have pardonably judged not only from
his attire. but also from his debonair.
blase manner. Any one describing
Doyle as the man who broke up the
"Five Points" gang and fhe "Whvo'
Ito be continued.)
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willing to accept it we would pay a
salary. We agree that your knowl-
edge of the-the'-
''The inside" suggested Valentine.
"Exactly-would be great help to
U.S."
Doubtless"
''Then you accept, Mr.. Valentine?"
mo, ladies'" decisively.
you refuse the position?"
Yes. ladies. In fact. l decline all
your positions"
The Gate of Hope representatives
rose and assumed expressions of ex-
IRENE Indignation at the unexpected
repulse and refusal Of their well
meant but i'll advised offers.
Ingratitude"' they exclaimed.
Valentine. who had deprecated their
advances because Of their evident mis-
trust of him in spite Of his pardon. as
shown by the nature of the positions
they had offered him. resolved on a
course of action that would, he
thought, dispose Of them and at the
same time afford, him a long craved
amusement.
mo; please do not say that" he
protested deliberately. mo, no. I re-
fuse the positions you offer me be-
cause l fear the world would misun-
derstand."
What do you mean?' asked one Of
the ladies.
"Oh. you see." went on Valentine
whimsically. IF / accepted help from
you ladies the world might say that
"Oh-h-hw calculated the astonished
ladies.
Let the world say what it dare."
proclaimed the pedantic little Mrs.
Moore. lifting her chin defiantly.
And so goodby, my dear ladies'"
said Valentine. bowling almost to the
floor
With anger in their glance and their
walk, chins and noses pointing almost
toward the ceiling, the two members
Of the Gate of Hope society stalked
out of the hotel parlor.
Jimmy Valentine. chuckling in his
amusement. sank into chair to await
the return of Miss Lane and her father.
Miss Lane-Rose Lane-the girl who
had saved him from the horrors OF
that "bit of ten" at Sing Sing. How
beautiful she was, he murmured. She
had a heart And she cared something
for No. 1899; that was apparent. Just
how much did she care? Just what did
she care? If a man lived straight he
might in time win such a girl for his
own. Yes; that was life. And Jimmy
Valentine now had his chance to go
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CHAPTER VII.

IMMY VALENTINE slowly re-
covered from the shock he en-
perienced at beholding before
him the man who had i'll the
old days been his accomplish in many
questionable adventures. No: he had
concluded wrongly. No: he WAS not
vet free from all the associations OF
the years past-those years which he
was endeavoring to forget
Hello. Red" he finally addressed
Flanagan. Come out from behind
the curtain The coast is clear for
you. How did you know | was hereT'
Red came forth. oh. leave 1t to
me, Jimmy. to keep track of an old
pal" He held out his hand. which
Valentine listlessly shook.
Red could not understand his for
mer companions Indifferent manner.
whats wrong?' he asked.
Nothing"
"Aw. cut it out. Sometimes got you
guessin'. an so don't try to kid me-"
The released convict looked medi-
tatively at Red. Then he spoke.
keu. U1u you ever w WI!
"Sure-Jo liet."
"And you have been in one of those
rotten holes and still think it's good
game?"
you've weakened--eh?" sneered
Red.
"1've turned square"
you're crazy"
mo: it's only the man who thinks
he can beat the law who's crazy sald
Valentine.
You'd a won out If 1t hadn't been
for that Cotton, who blew on you pc
cause you beat him out of a dame.
Valentine turned and clutched MIN
by the arm.
"You rat, don't you ever speak o1
her again OF I'll murder you." az
threw Red roughly away from him.
Now. get out of here and forgeV
you know me-"
Good Cod. Jimmy" exclaimed tnS
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tnnr 'ssn- c-----
absurd, Ell? What about Kid
Steele? He turned square. but he
wouldn't squeal. and job after job they
threw him out of till he was hungry
In the street. Then copper offered
TO stake him to a feed if he'd turn
up an old pal And he murdered the
cop on the spot, and now he's doing
life. Turn square. eh? That means
be stool or bum in our game"
Red raised his hands prOtestinsly
and turned his face away from Vaien-
tine.
BEAT the coppers," insisted the 9th
err. Get away where they can't find
you We can do that"
"Yes, we can" Red again faced his
friend why. Doyle is in to vn to see
you now
DOYLE here?' in alarm.
"Yes met him when he got off
the RATHER He's going to give you
your orders. and you'll have to do as
he tells you if you turn square, He
knows you beat it. He was laying fol
Avery when he came out and told
him to report once month. And
what about Avery? You sent him t.
me, and we've been at work on some
thing"
"Where is Avery?" asked Valentine
quickly.
want to see him?"
"Yes: l can explain better" Valen-
tine crossed the parlor and peered
through the portieres.
Red went to the opposite doorway
and softly called. "Oh. Bill"'
Avery. dressed in roughly cut
ready made suit of clothes and look
ing in much better health than he did
on the day he defied Detective Doyle
and finished his term in Sing Sing,
came slowly into the hotel parlor.
"Hello, Bill, You're taking a
chance" greeted Valentine. land you
are, too. Red
II had to see you" returned Avery.
~ have just been telling Red
"Sure. / heard you hand out that
square talk. suppose you want me
to join you in this going straight bus
mess, too. eh:"
II don't think the crooked game is
any good. And you are getting old
for clever work"
Think so, eh!" snarled Avery sus-
piciously.
"He isn't too old to be an outside
man with u.s." put in Red.
I'VE don't need any outside man
any more. Red" decided Valentine.
Avery glared into the speakers face.
$50 you're out now, and you're 60
ing to throw Red and me out, eh?
All this turning square talk heard
was a stall to get rid of me because
am old, ehT'
II don't have to stall you, Avery"
The old thief leaned threateningly
toward Valentine. shaking his wither-
! ed fist as violently as the f1abby mus
cles. sapped by wears of prison air and
!
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"STAR BRAND SHOES ARE BETTER"
BROWN a. COLE

othk r. II wouldn't say anything 10
huh your feelings. Why. I'd do any
thib. for you; I'd a done your bit If !
cott have. Why, I'd go to h-l for
yod
'sNill you turn square with me-!
Thas all ] want of you now. Let's
YOU and l start now and from this
minte on go square. if we starve In
the treets. Will you do that. RedY'
valatine spoke in intense earnest
ness
Rd hesitated. Zone job to get
stall and I'll go you," he said eager
ly.
Nlentine appreciated the character
lsti un willingness of Red to leave his
life)ng vocation-that Of rifiing strong
b02s and safes deemed by their man
ufaturers to be lire and burglar
prof" True, the flames were some
tins foiled by the thicknesses OF met
oil nd asbestos, but rarely had Red
Flaagan been foiled by mere mani
mae metal or time locks-rarely, in
ded, when accompanied by No. l2S9'
thtman who, as Warden Handler de-
scDed him. opened safes solely by
tn sense of touch. Valentine knew
tbt hold that the unlawful life he,
too had followed invariably secured
onlts yotaries. and he was not sur
pred when Red hesitated to leave 1t
fol the dubious rewards Of going
stright."
So," answered Valentines; nothing
folme but work from now on-work'
hoest work. hard manual labor II
neassary. I've quit the old game FOR
keps. Red"
ed. plainly nonplused at this revo-
luonary change Of heart in his Tor
, M pal" stood speeches. for a mo-
mat. Jimmy Valentine. the best man
inhe country in his line, had turned
scare" Merciful saints! Was the
wrld coming to an end? At last ne
Powered his ability to talk.
| lie had an inspiration that ne
ttugbt might win Valentine over.
uglt make MIN COME " MS eS
What about the coppers? suggest
e Red. Are you, dippy enough to
ttnk they'd let you turn square"
Yes. Why notT" retorted valentine
lie a fash. what have they got to
d. with honest menu"
| again did Red find cause to actually
| dabt the sanity Of his ex-confederate'
! tr here he was overlooking entirely
ID his childish reasoning the remorse-
ess. dismal certainty that the detec-
ives would force him to peach Oh
lis old pals or any one else in the un-
arworld Of whom he could obtain IN
brmation desired by the police. In
mort, Valentine had overlooked the
stool pigeon game" the despair OF
eery crook who had ever tried to go
Sraight."
"Aw. don't kid yourself" warned
led. 1.-THE copper II let you be square
L you're a stool pigeon. II you up on
Id pals. No other way" -,
Absurd! How, for instance. couid
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straight" he reasoned. Stranger things
had happened. The girl had revealed
already. had she not. that she knew a
prison sentence could not kill the good
in man if a single germ Of it yet
fingered in him: The old life was be-
hind him now. The future cleaned
bright and beckoned him on. Never
again would he
Jimmy! JIMMY" A harsh whisper
hissed its way into his ears
Jimmy Valentine started up in
amaze That voice. that whisper. He
had not heard it since the night the
Hartford bulls had broken up that
midnight surprise party in the vaults
Of the Fifth National bank.
Hardly believing his ears. hardly
daring to turn, yet he did turn. aud he
saw. crouchiny half behind one of the
red velvet portieres of one of the hotel
parlor entrances. the figure of Red-tho
face and the brick red hair of Red
Flanagan, his old time coworker
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thought they were heroes all my lie.
who talked of themselves and bored
me to death. And one day from
clear sky, when l was struggling in
the arms of blear eyed brute who
man came.
"There was no blare of buglcs or
anything but utter courage. He made
the ruffian leave me. HIS voice was
low could scarcely hear what he
said. but there was n note OF COM
mand and threat of death in it. and
the brute disregarded it, and he mas
tered him. beast twice his size. He
fought silently and killed him. And
all my life that man owns me-"
Mr. Lane was only half startled at
the open declaration of his daughter
Of her admiration and gratitude for
and sentimental interest in the eX-
convict Jimmy Valentine. His train
ed intuition had already told him that
she was more than casually concern
ed in the fate of this mystifying
emily SO bad and whose personality
and ambitions were certainly impress
sive in their good qualities. Truth
to tell, Mr. Lane was considerably
disturbed at the situation. but he de-
termined to accept it philosophicaily
for the present and to watch careful
~ the future development
"ROse." the father exclaimed as the
girl concluded her statement. While
- t.x or1
the released prisoner, he had not
guessed of the depth of her feeling for
him.
Its no good to be shocked. dad"
answered the girl. Its true. And
then he went to prison on the death
rattle of beast like that, and I'm
going to make it good to him if he's a
man. And he is; every drop of my
blood tells me So
"And you don't even know his
name"
"Yes, l do
"He gave you one, l know, but even
that
"Well. what of it? Does a name
mean anything to real men and wom-
en-? No. The one comes-the one in all
the Woodland. well-that's all there
is to love"
A pause ensued. The father was
first to speak.
do you think he knows how you
feel?" he asked sympathetically
mo, nor he never will-unless you
some day-believe him-worthy of
me-"
"You promise that?" relievedly.
81 promise. dad
"Will you wait until l see the gov
ernor, Rose? Let us go to see him
and ask his opinion Of the matter
"Gladly, and he will believe in him.
I know" said the girl enthusiastical-
ly. She heard step behind her, and
she turned.
There, with his hat in his hand, well
groomed and wearing well cut suit
Of brown clothes-light brown, the
fashionable color-there stood Jimmy
Valentine.
"Mr. Valentiner' exclaimed the girl.
Miss Lane, how do you do?" step
ping quickly forward, extending his
hand.
This is my father" She presented
Valentine to Mr.. Lane, who welcomed
him pleasantly.
Further conversation by the three
was interrupted by the entrance OF
Mrs. Moore and Mrs Webster. return
Ing from the tea room. Mr.. Lane and
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rose departeu 10 go to the governors
chamber, and the two members of the
Gate of Hope society and Jimmy Val
entine seated themselves.
And now. Mr.. Valentine. concern
ing your future" began Mrs. Web
ster. what do you contemplate do
ing"
Get q position
I'VE have already arranged that for
you, Mr. Valentine" announced Mrs.
Moore complacently.
THAT is very thoughtful, ladies.
but
Mrs Moore did not exactly convey
the entire facts" interieeted Mrs
Webster.
MOI"
I'VE have choice Of three positions
for you. Mr. Valentine" went on Mrs.
! Webster Zone is in grain elevator"
Yes smiled Valentine II can i'm
agine that would be safe place for
one under suspicion of robbing bank"
The ladies failed to detect the yelled
note of sarcasm.
THE second" informed Mrs. Moore.
lis as a bookkeeper or checker in a
scrap iron yard"
Still under suspicion, I see." com
mented Valentine dryly.
And the third as the first male off
Ger In the Gate Of Hope society,"" Mrs
Webster proudly acclaimed.
Yes" agreed the other charity
worker,
Treasurer" the ex-convict queried
significantly.
simultaneously.
II hold that honored position now"
resumed Mrs. Moore, but were you