The Mena weekly star., 1913-11-06

q do," she denied. I've heard And"
 Grace, dear girl" soothed Blake. This is muddy business at best. Ita no time for you to be here. You'll only soil those pretty hands of yours"
 Tt is the time for me to be here!" she declared. q can see this from tha Womans standpoint. You men can't"
 There is nothing in common be. tween your standpoint and that of the Woman we are talking about" protest. ed Mark.
 Tom was right!" she persisted You must not sink to using this story + -"
 The whirr of the buzzer interrupted her. At such high tension wore they all that the sound made them turn as though to confront a physical pres. ence Neligm strode to the door, col. ferred for an instant with some one outside. then returned with a slip of blue paper in his hand.
 "The duplicate list of phone nun, DNie nun tIllAl dlt Dt dtlICNIlCeQ, turning over the paper to Van Dyke.
 Good" approved Blake. Nov we'll get to what we're chasing. And we'll get it mighty quick"
 Van Dyke and Noligan were already boring over the sheet of numbers that the lawyer had just spread on the table under the lamp.
 Now, then, Standish," exulted Rob ertson; we're ready to begin. One of these numbers leads directly to the Woman. We'll put a man at work tracing each one of them In Q few hours at longest we will have what we want. And when we find the Woman we'll lay bare every soiled page in her life and in yours"
 It was Standish who broke the mo- ment's silence.
 Very well, Robertson," he said calmly. I've done what I promised to do. And I have failed. You drive me now to the use of your own weapons. l shall have to fight ex- posture with exposure"
 No, mol" moaned Grace, incoherent with fear.
 Mark Robertson had caught ID 6tandish's defiance and had stepped forward to confront him.
 "In other words, Mr. Standish," h. demanded. you threaten me? That an empty threat. There is nothing i1 my life you have not already shouted from the housetops.' Don't be too sure." warned Stand ish, meeting Marks scornful glare with unconcern.
 What do you mean? Speak up!"
 ''Mr. Standish!" pleaded Grace, T beg"
 Don't worry, dear" said Mark. Let him bluff. I'll call him. MT. Standish I give you full permission to use any weapon that I use. If you know any thing against me, tell it here and no% Here, in my wife's presence. You know our cards. Show yours"
 Standishs gaze strayed, as if by chance, to Grace's ghastly face.
 Well" urged Mark. Speak up! We're waiting!"
 At sight of the mortal terror in Grace's eyes, Standish checked tht words that were on his lips. Turning away from the domineering man who so truculently confronted him, he nut. tered:
 "Ill choose my own time!"
 q thought sol" scoffed Mark. You're licked. This is your last fight. From tonight you're a dead man, po- woman or two to keep you dead, we'll do it."
 Van Dyke had glanced from the tele- phone list to his watch.
 We've just time enough to catch the last editions of the morning pa pers," said he. q told Jennings to hold wire ready"
 "What?" exclaimed Standish. You'll go ahead without the Woman's name?"
 "Yes," answered Van Dyke. Since we've an absolute certainty, now, of getting it. We can afford to do that and publish the name tomorrow. Tell Jennings to send out the story. Tell him we're holding the Woman's name and that we won't give it out unless Standish denies the story. By the time he can get his denial in print we'll have the name"
 "Good!" asserted Robertson, catch ing up the telephone. Hello! Give me"
 Mark" begged Grace. "oh. i'm plore you-don't-"
 "4400 Main"
 No, mol" reiterated Grace wildly, turning from him to Blake. Father! You won't allow this? Please! For my sake"
 "Hello!" Mark was calling into the transmitter. That you. Jennings? :? This is Robertson. Is that Standish story ready? All right-can you sure ty get in for the morning papersf- Last editions, eh? All right-Yes- In the big cities-What's that?"
 MT. Standish!" appealed Grace brokenly.
 "Blake!" exclaimed Standish. You don't dare publish that story without the Woman's name"
 Tn less than five minutes" retorted Blake, glancing at the clock, ftn be too late for the morning papers. We'll take a chance"
 Remember" answered Standish with sudden vehemence, q warn you"
 What's that, Jennings?" Mark was calling over the wire. "Yes. tell you I am Robertson and am speaking for Mp. Blake. What do you say you want7 nop,t oofcb ffoD