The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-04-29
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Cyril Gordon, member of the
United States secret service, re-
covers government code mes
sage stolen by man named Hol-
man. Gordon escapes from his
pursuers by jumping into a cab
that happens to be waiting almost
in front of the house.
In the cab he DISCUSSES him
self by putting on false eyebrows.
mustach and goatee. The cab
suddenly comes to a halt before a
lighted church, where all is ready
for a wedding, and six excited
men seize Gordon. From their
conversation he thinks they have
mistaken him for the delayed best
man.
There being no chance to escape
since the Holman spies are al
ready at the church, Gordon le-
cides to impersonate the best man.
He is introduced to young chap
called jefferson, whom Gordon
takes to be the bridegroom, and
who assures Gordon that all the
arrangements are made. They go
imm ediately to meet the wedding
party, already coming down the
aisle.
Nervous, Gordon pays no atten-
tion to what is going on, except
to note the beauty and sadness OF
the bride. 1t is not until the
minister has hurriedly grasped
his hand and placed the brides in
1t that Gordon realizes it is he
who Is being married.
Dumfounded, he mechanically
does the things indicated to him
by Jefferson, who is the real best
man and the brides brother. The
bride is a wealthy girl named
Celia Hathaway. The man she
was to have married Is a George
Hayne, an old playmate, who has
been in Europe for the past ten
years, and whom three months
previous Celia suddenly promised
to marry for some reason unac-
countable to her mother and
brother. At the house reception
and on their way to the train,
Gordon tries again and again to
flee. but without success.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
The plan worked very well at
the start. Gordon jumped from
the train and sprinted down the
platform, feeling meaner than he
remembered ever to have felt in
his whole life, and with a strange
heaviness about his heart. He
forgot for the moment that there
was need for him to be on his
guard against possible detectives
sent by Mr.. Holman. He wanted
to go back to his sorrowful bride
of an hour. She was not his, and
he might not go, but he knew that
he would never be the same here
after.
He passed back through the
station gate, and a man in even"
ing clothes eyed him sharply. He
fancied he saw a resemblance to
one of the men at the Holman
dinner table. He was hurrying OIL
toward the street door when a
voice shouted:
This way, George. The
checking place is over to the
right
He turned and there stood JEFF
ferson smiling and painting.
"You see, the little mother had
something to say to Celia alone
80 / thought I'd better come with
YOU" he declared breathlessly.
Gee, but you can rum added
the painting youth. Whats the
hurry? It's ten whole minutes
before the train leaves. l say,
are you really going to live per-
manently in Chicago?"
Walking airily by Gordon's side
he talked, apparently not MOTTO
ing the sudden start and look OF
mingled anxiety and relief that
overspread his brother-in-law's
countenance. Once man walked
. by them and then turned and
looked in their faces. Gordon
was sure now it was the young
fellow with INSCRIPTIONS eyes
from Holman's.
But Gordon was cool and col
lected now. 1t was as If the expe-
rience of the last two hours, with
their embarrassing predicaments
had been wiped off the calendar
and he were back at the moment
when he left the Holman house
He knew he was being searched
for: and because of what was al
stake, those men would track him
to death If they could.
He smiled and talked easily
with the pleasant fellow who
walked by his side, and answered
his questions with very little idea