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The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-07-11
A NOVEL
A w EEK
NEXT WEEK.
sOVERIzAND RED"

Besides the reckless nature Of
d 'EnviIle had effect On me. He
was an older man, a more ex-
| perienced soldier. and officer OF
higher rank To my suggestion
that we stand on guard, he but
laughed, and whispered some
message to Mademoiselle, which
might have been reflection on my
courage. At least the superstition
served to heat my blood, and
sileneed my tongue.
Had two men been alone words
might have led to quarrel. for
there was an insolence about the
fellow that rasped me. My hand
gripped my sword hilt. a hot re-
tort on my Hps-but she was his
sister. and l loved her.
walked away from them into
the deeper shadow of the wall.
She must have understood, for a
moment later her shadow left his
side, and came silently toward
me.
ssMonsieur," she said softly.
at is only his way; he was ever
careless of speech. and he is my
brother"
II shall not forget, but Il is a
mystery how YOU two are of the
more cause for arrogant pride
than your"
Il am of the court; he, the
camp-an environment develops
different characteristics Mon
sieur."
True enough, no doubt; yet
never did I suppose the court OF
Louis to be overstooked with
modesty, or a school for gentle
ness"
Nor is 1t, Monsieur" she re-
turned, soberly. Nor am l a
flower of such rare excellence.
am not devoid of pride, perehanee
even arrogance. 'Tis not an
angel, but woman Monsieur
whom you have succored, a wom-
an of moods. Tonight l am your
! friend-tomorrow
She paused. and l bent down.
and kissed her hand.
Tomorrow you will still be to
me, at least, Camille d'Enyille.
am not afraid
Tomorrow will be a new day.
\ What / am tonight, l am - to-
morrow, what | may be. There
is in the shops of Paris a change
able weave of silk called Camille,
at night IL is rose-tinted, and by
day golden brown. l am
Camille d'Enville; to those who
know me we'll that Is answer
enough"
But do they know your"
| "They think they do, Monsieur.
The truth is for you to learn, yet
Charles has always called me a
will o. the wisp, and ones brother
should know, Monsieur"
| glanced at the dimly revealed
| figure of the silent ehevalier,
whose very presence l had forgot
ten. He was apparently kneeling
on the roof, although l could not
determine what 1t was that oe-
cupied his attention so closely.
Indeed l had no time in which to
discover, for even as | glanced
that way 1 beheld a moving figure
| behind him-then another, and a
| third.
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CHAPTER XIX.
The Fight for Life.


At first glimpse l failed to
sense the reality OF those spec
trail figures, half believing them
visionary.
Then Mademoiselle gave utter
ance to a gasp, grasping my arm
I'm terror, and | saw d'Enville rise
to his feet, the great broad-sword
lifted in both hands. The situa-
ton came to me in a flash-they
had discovered the mechanism of
the secret door. De Soule was
among them, and Gospe1e, and
the giant Gufeteau, no longer
fearful of ghosts, and dragging
their cowardly crew along by
threat and promise.
Back here, d'EnviIle!" I cried
desperately, thrusting MademOi
selle behind me. Not in the
openi you have no chance there;
come back here"
/ could see the turn of his head,
the swift glance he cast toward
where I stood shielding the girl.
"Ayi in a minute, but not till
A leave my mark. ALL I see you
now, you black renegade"
1t was such swift action I could
scarce tell what happened. Had
I deemed best l could scarce have
been of aid, but my plain duty
was to remain where was,
crouehed in the angle of the wall,
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Continued From Yesterday
CHAPTER XVIII.
The Attack

The Chevalier's presence in the
castle was easily enough explain
ed. He had been sent afield and
captured by La Porte's gang. As
We pieced his story and that of
Mademoiselle's together there was
little doubt that his capture was
also a part of the plot. To serve
what purpose we could not decide,
unless as a last resort to make
the girl yield to de Saule to save
her brothers life. There was al
80 little doubt that Louis knew
and approved the entire dastardIy
plan.
D'Enville had escaped his
prison by overpowering the guard
who brought him food. The man
was evidently only stunned, for he
had disappeared when the dwarf
and l reached the cell. This prob
knowledge of d'Enville's escape.
The jailer had told.
The Chevalier had donned the
armor to brighten the ruffians by
playing ghost, but had avoided all
of them and succeeded in fright
ening only us. He had not known
of de Saule's identity until we
told him, but he had recognized
the castle and knowing it's his
tory had put it to account.
The two tales pieced together,
I began to plan for some further
action, for 1t must be now near
dawn. There was little doubt
that Gospele would be discovered
and released. He knew the secret
door and passage and would lead
the group thither.
l glanced at Mademoiselle, the
outline of her sweet face barely
visible.
You say. d'Enville, there is no
other way DOWN."
"Only that 1 found none. and 1
searched as best l could"
There may be a secret way not
to be uncovered In the dark.
, Twas mere luck that revealed the
other. the stone left ajar. How
ever, 1t is plain there is but one
plan left us, Chevalier, and that is
to defend those stairs FOUNDER un-
til daylight gives us a chance to
search"
He glanced about uneasily.
You believe they may discover
the passage?"
It's my reasoning that de
Saule will prowl about until he
finds that rascal of a dwarf lock-
ed up where / left him. The fell
low undoubtedly knows the secret
of those stairs. The rest is plain.
Monsieur, for you know de Saule.
Are you armed?"
He laughed, and stopped down
to grasp the ancient broadsword
at his feet.
"Only with this neat weapon. !"
We were careless. admit, idl-
ing there in talk, when our effort
should have. been to make secure
our defense against those villains
below. Yet there was nothing to
cause alarm, no sound even of
voices in the still night. The
thought that Gospele released
might know the secret of the
stone door. and lead de Saule to
the roof, was no more than a sus-
picion, and, il the men did not
discover the stair, their advance
upward would surely never be a
silent one.
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"For one thing. will the
altitude of the, America he
given with saffieient pteei-
sion by the two aernoids TO
make the use of the sextant
of value?
"For another, will the
compass remain true, and
Trustworthy, In spite of the
insulating precautions which
have been taken, and which
may be the cause of serious
deviation?
"These. in my estimation.
are the great questions of
the flight, and the whole fu-
ture of trans-oceanic aero
naufirs may almost be said
60 rest upon the manner in
which they will he answered
IN THIS ONE EPOCH-A NJ
ING COMBAT between mans
ingenuity and the mighty
forces of nature.
THE machine itself. with II
huge translucent wings and por
Doise-like body, is in all ways per
Iect-a little slow to answer tn
IL is true. as are all ma
chimes with large spread, Blu
with an inherent stability whicl
Ihould enable il to forge ahead
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There's work before you now"
! advanced an inch, two inches.
lighting In deadly earnest. Twice
We circlsd. striving vainiy to
strike home
lie was the stronger man: ayi
and the greater skilled; but /
had youth. reckiessness. breath.
and a more subtle wrist. He
fought like a demon. yet | wore
him down His sworn fell cIatter-
Ing at my feet, and his body
erumpled into shapeiessness. one
gasp alone his death note.
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CHAPTER XXI.
The Sunrise of Tomorrow.

came slowly back to con-
reflected on the stones of the
wall and MademofseIle' sweet
face bending above.
Her hands held mine, and as
endeavored to smile. the words of
impulse dropped from her lips.
"Oh, Monsieur II has terrified
me so to see you. l knew not
what to do. There are wounds,
for you bleed"
Mere scratches. Mademoiselle
20 be healed by a dash of water
Your hand again till ! gain my
feet-ah, see. the old strength
will be mine presently"
She chung to me, and | reeled
bit unsteadily, conscious of pain.
my mind still dazed and uncertain.
Yet a thrill stirred my blood Ayi
1t had been a fight worthy any sol
| der, a tale of arms worth telling
In camp OF court.
D'Enville had left his deadly
mark ere he fell, and I had borne
my part we'll.
Your brother. Mademoiselle? %
I asked. my lips trembling. docs
he still liver"
| II know not, Monsieur. I
think Charles is dead - he lies
motionless.
He rested with face buried on
one arm, the very posture express
sive of death, yet | crossed the
narrow space between, stepping
over a ragged peasant, and
looked closely.
''He is dead, Monsieur"
YES" soberly. But as he
would have wished to die"
She was staring at him, leaning
| forward. her face white, her
hands shading her eyes. Then
she crossed before me and knelt
down, making the symbol of the
| cross.
II was so still about us I could
hear the thudding of my heart.
and the CHASTITY forms lying here
and there were grim reminders OF
the horror of a moment before. l
could scarcely believe the testi-
mony of my owne eyes, that these
men we're actually dead - that
| d'Enville and | had met them
sword to sword and conquered.
A shudder ran over me, and my
head throbbed with a duh pain.
| Then I mecame conscious that
Mademoiselle had risen from her
knees.
Monsieur - what - what are
we to do now7"
In TRUTH" I replied, ashamed
of myself, and seeking for words
of encouragement, you are the
soldier, I the girl. Il would seem.
l was moping here with a brain
paralyZed. What shall we do.
Mademoiselle? Why. we must find
our way out before more villains
bar the passage"
you thing there are more7"
That I do not know. Ayi
there must be, unless they have
fled. for q larger number than
those who lie dead here were on
guard in that lower hall. You
saw them"
Yes, Monsieur; there were
others, four or five. perhaps"
That was my memory; no
doubt the towards slipped away
unseen, afraid to follow. Well,
such as they will not serve to
halt us. You fired your pistal.
Mademoise1le. I had better load
II again before we 60"
While I was engaged at this
task she moved nearer the wall,
as though seeking to avoid the
bodies. Suddenly she gave a lit
tie cry of surprise.
Monsfeur-who are they2"
She pointed to the southwark,
and, with a step. l stood beside
her sharply gazing across the
marsh toward the distant forest.
A short column of horsemen was
riding toward the castle.
That they were soldiers was
.eEident to me at a glance. vet the
The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-07-11
BY NORMAN ROSE.

By NORMAN ROSE.
LAKEWOOD HEIGHTS. N. Y.
July 11.--''If the America fails
TO fly across the herring pond.
II will be because of just one
thing. and one thing only-the
purely SCIENTIFIC DIFFICULTY
OF GUIDANCEl There. to my
mind, is the big problem, which
only the actual flying test by
Lieut.. Porte can solvei"
This is the opinion of Halde-
man Won Figyelnessy, who is both
an experienced and daring avia-
tor, and also one of the country 5
foremost experts in aeropiane me-
chanics.
"Here Is the question as
it presents itself to my mind,
after careful observation
and study of the WaRamaker
afrship-ARE ITS NAVIGAT-
ORS GOING TO HAVE SUP
FICIENT AND ACCURATE
GUIDANCE FROM THE IN
SHIPMENTS UPON WHICH
THEY MUST DEPEND TO
GIVE THEM THEIR
COURSE IN THE TRACK
LESS WASTES or AIR
WHICH THEY MUST TRAV-
ERSE?
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CHAPTER Xxx.
Crossed swords With DE SAT-

Dazed as l was i real1Zed Wnat
had happened-how my life had
been saved. Mademoiselle had
fired her one shot; had sacrificed
her only defense to protect me
from that sword thrust. Breath
ing heavily, my wounds burning,
my eyes blinded with blood, the
thrill of knowing what she had
done brought back instantly my
strength, my zest for battle.
There were but two left. so far
as I could see-one back close by
the steps, as though ready to
flee; the other fronting me, with
sword poised for attack. There
was no mistaking who he was
de Saulei My blade flew up eager
ly and the steel met with q sharp
clang.
Stay where you are, Made
mofsellei" | called, in fear of
what she might venture. EN-
guarde. Monsieur lie Duke"
We were at it furioesly. yet
with no such recklessness as
marked the bout with Guieteau.
Here was a master of fence;
knew his skill before, but now
became dOubly assured his was
no common hand.
There was a faint CLEAN OF light
in the eastern sky. sufficient to
reveal the mans face.
Royal Irlandais," he Knocked
insolentIy, "a fine name for a lot
of beggarly bog trotters. No
doubt you came over seas to sell
your sword with not so much as
a rag to your back. A rare joke
on the king, that. And now you're
squire of damesl And TO what
reward? a kiss from Mademoi-
selle's red lips? Bah. you'll have
none of it-there's a man seeking
that honey"
Save your breath, Monsieur"
I broke in coldly. the hot blood
boiling through my veins
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We fought long and desperately
but at last | opened my guard and
he struck. BY a quick turn of
the arm, my hilt caught the de-
scending blade, and / leaped
straight at him, taking the one
chance, and driving my point at
his huge body.
IL struck, but we went down to-
gether. my leg caught under him.
There was an instant of struggle I;
someone doomed above us with a
drawn sword-then a flash of
flame split the darkness and the
fellow fell with crash. I wrig-
gled loose from the dead weight,
my sword still grfpped in my fin
gers, and staggered to my feet.
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1914-07-25
WISHED She
COULD Die
And Be Free From Her Troubles,
but Finds Better Way.

Columbia, Tenn.-"Many a time,s
says Mrs. Jessie Sharp, of this place,
81 wished would die and be relieved
of my suffering, from womanly troubles.
| could not get up, without pulling at
something to help me, and stayed in bed
most of the time. ! could not do my
homework.
The least amount OF work tired me
out. My head would swim, and would
tremble for an hour or more. Finally,
took Cardui, the woman's tonic, and ]
am not bothered with pains any more,
and don't have 10 60 10 bed. In fact,
| am sound and well OF all my troubles"
Cardui goes to all the weak spots and
helps to make them strong. It acts with
nature-not against her. II is for the
tired, nervous, irritable women, who feel
as if everything were wrong, and need
something to quiet their nerves and
strengthen the WORKOUT system.
If you are a woman, suffering from any
of the numerous symptoms of womanly
trouble, take Cardui. II will help you.
AT all druggists.
Write 10: Chattanooga Medicine Co., Ladies
Advisory pept. Chattanooga, Tenn, for Slsefsl
lsarreffess on your case and e4-pags book, Home
Treatment for Women" in plain Wrapper. NO. la
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1914-07-25
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
so JOHN PROMISED
BY HAROLD CARTER.

John Marsden was. at thirty, a self
made man. Not in the ordinary sense
of the word, though. He had made
himself as an artist after his father
had cast him out of his house for re-
fusing to enter his bank.
MAKE something of yourself by
painting, then, and you can come
back" the old man stormed at him.
That was eight years before, and they
had not met since.
And now, six months after his mar
riage to pretty Molly Lamont, word
had come that old Henry Marsden was
incurably Ill.
"You will go to him, dear?" pleaded
Molly, putting her arms round her
husbands neck? you know he USED
to love you; he always INDUCED you
in everything-and he lives all alone.
John disengaged himself from his
wife's embrace. The old look Of pride
that she knew so well, came over his
face.
molly, dear, how can II" he asked
ITO begin with, he cast me off when
/ was twenty-one. He sneered at my
ability to make a name for myself
And succeeded from the first Raw
Inns began to buy my pictures right
away, recognizing their worth. Anc
now am almost famous"
HE will be so proud of you, john
John Marsden laughed bitterly. mo
dear, he will be Inundated by the
sight Of me-" he answered. "Humili
ated to think that the despised dream
er has become celebrity"
"John," said Molly, Il want you t
go because it is right. Promise me!
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FOR RENT-Three rooms for
light housekeeping all con-
veniences, 3o7 S. Fla. Ave.
2S46
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cars still stood, ready. upon the WIND
ing of the mechanism. to fuinii Jus
circular journey over and over again
John looked at Molly dumbly. He
saw the tears in her eyes.
poor john" she whispered. AND
the poor old mani"
They passed into an adjacent room,
once devoted to old lumber and trunks.
John switched on the lights. He did
not know why he had entered-but
now he started back, this time IN
stupefaction.
The wall was covered with pictures
his pictures. There was his hrst'
"Apollo at the Well" hanging the
whole width of the room. There was
his latest, 1.-THE Good Samaritan.
There were half a hundred that he mao
sold to Rawlins for such an unheard-ol
price for beginner.
John looked at Molly, and he knew
that she recognized them and under
stood. And shame overcame him. ne
sank down and could no longer re-
strain his tears. !,
He felt Mollys hand upon his shout
der. John, dear" she whispered II
was he!"
EYES," John answered.
"But, though he gave you YOU
start, you have done we'll, dear. You
must not take it too much to heart
You know, you are making good In
come now. apart from Rawlins."
~ know. Molly" he answered. Blu
It was he-his loving care tina
watched over me. And l thought MIN
utterly heartless and unloving."
They went down the stairs side D!
side. They paused at the bedroom
door. The white-capped nurse saw
them and came out.
HE has just awakened" she WINS
nered He is better-so much better
His sleep seemed to be the crisis. III
will get we'll. 1t is wonderful, I'M
change that has come over him dur
ing his sleep"
Did the sick man understand, in tn
land of dreams, that his dearest desir'
had come to pass?
II almost seemed so, for, when Joh'
and Molly entered he looked at then
without surprise and feebly stretched
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rho Wall Was Covered With Pictures.

Tho Wall Was Covered With Pictures.
And so John promised. In truth, he
was proud Of his pretty young bride
and anxious for his father to see her.
He had always admired. his father, and
loved him. too, in former days. 1t was
the love that made his resentment the
more bitter.
They went unannounced. The lone
ly old man lay in his bedroom In the
lonely house uptown. He was attended
only by his physician and the nurse.
Henry Marsden had few friends. His
wife had died long since. He had only
two passions in his heart; the love of
power and the love for John. But
John, If he suspected the latter part,
had never admitted it to himself.
They saw the physician in the re-
ception room.
"A slight stroke" he said, noting
the expression of anxiety upon the
young mans face. He ought to live,
but"
He paused. He was we'll acquainted
with the old mans establishment in
his son, and he knew that there was
more than a PHYSICAL malady the mat.
ter with him. 1T is his mind" he
went on. He lives lonely life. If
| he could acquire other interests he
would get well. If not" He shrugged
his shoulders. HE is asleep" he added.
1T would be better not to disturb him.
In about an hour he should be ready
for YOU"
He took his departure, leaving them
alone. Molly slipped her arm through
her husbands, and they went through
the rooms together.
How 1t all came back to John! He
had been born in the old house, and It
held him in the chains of old asso-
citation. Here was the same old fur
niture-the sofa, with the indelible
marks of his baby heels in the faded
leather cover; the library, where he
had gazed in awe at his fathers
books; the greenhouse at the back.
where he had set out plants when he
was first allowed to enter into the
mysteries Of horticulture.
John" said Molly very quietly.
show me the room IN which you
played when you were little boy"
He led her up the thickcarpeted
stairs, and at every step remem-
brances rushed back to him. They
passed the bedroom in which his IA
Their lay sleeping. John saw a white
capped nurse beside the bed through
the open door. He wanted to run in.
as he would have done years before.
At last they reached the nursery
Once inside. John gave a start and
gulhed down the lump rising in his
throat All the old toys had been
carefully set out The rocking.horse.
on which he had ridden through the
mysterious lands of childhood. the
! bricks that had been built into castles
the toy railroad. on which the train of
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Let "Chestrut" Wano, =

The gentleman who had bAor
and winning" not wisely. but r.
was pursuing a rather erratic
homeward. Suddenly round
Of the street came ire on,
haste, sparks belching from its
ney and a warm glow issuing frr
open furnace door. The gen,
halted and waved his umbrell,
"Hi!" he shouted, hi" p
engine dashed onward.
"Hi!" he said again. Tho
rushed by, almost upsetting him
headlong course.
Then the gentleman turned
and glared reproachfully aft
"Ver' WE'LL" he said, thickly, we
old sport! Keep yer old chestp,
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; CLASSIFIED Adpe1tising
s*sss,ssa,.sss.ss,t:.s,tspt -

FOR RENT-Offices, front rooms
lights and water; at S. pei
month; in Van Huss Bldg. 1872
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out his shrunken arm toward 4,
Johnny boy!" he murmr,s'
John was kneeling at his :.
bedside as he had done when !,
q child. The old mans hama !
upon his head. and Johns face ,
his hands.
"Father-this is my wife" !.
Il know" answered his fatba,
are a lucky man, John, and | o.
old fool. But-you have coma /,
stay, both Of you?"
But there was no need for i
answer.
Copyright, 1914. by W. G. CHAN,
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Golf Mania In England.

There are now at least five nd
golf clubs within a radius OF \
miles of London, with a memb|
Of perhaps 100000 individual b
Owing to the present golf
London social and political clul
becoming mournful wilderness
the weekend. The game" is fal
ing the old English observance
Sabbath.
The Royal Blackheath club, ID
in the reign Of James |, and ID
est golf club in or near London
ever, bars Sunday golf.
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1914-07-25
DICTATES OF FASHION

Contrary to the earlier prophecies,
the new hats are not being worn high
on the head.
Quaint suits for little boys are like
those worn by the children In Dick
ems books.
Some exceedingly pretty necklaces
are made of curious beads and flowers
combined
Fine dancing boots have their open
fronts criss-crossed with embroidered
leather.
A new bedspread is a fleece blanket
covered with white etamine and bound
with satin.
Even the colorlngs of the present
day are old-fashioned, especially those
of the printed silks.
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1914-07-25
NOTICE TO CONTRACTORS

Lakeland, Fla, July 10, 1914.
All contractors are notified that
on and after Oct. 2, 1914, that no
Union bricklayers will be allowed to
work on any job where non-union
plasterers are working, nor union
plasterers be allowed to work with
non-union bricklayers.
The union will furnish competent
and skilled workmen of each sepa-
rate trade to do the work If con-
tractors are unable to furnish the
same. 1920