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Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-07-29
SYNOPSIS:

The story opens in the West Crest pri-
vate hotel. in an English seacoast town.
when England has been at war one month.
Mrs. Sanderson. the pruprietrees: her son.
rally; Mr.. Pollock. the justice Of the
peace: his daughter. Molly. nineteeni
christopher Brent, Molly's fance: Mrs.
Miriam Lee. a widow Of thirty-nve. the
latest arrival at the hotel: Miss Myrtle,
q spinster; Fraulein Schroeder. color
less little German woman. claiming
twenty years of English naturalization;
Pennicuik, young English soldier. and
Fritz. a servant in the house, are the en-
tire occupants of the hotel. Christopher
Brent is looked upon by all the other
hotel occupants. excepting Molly and Mrs.
Lee. as an irresponsible idiot. due to
acts and conversation he Affects. especial
ly when war talk. which is uppermost
in all conversation. is conducted in his
presence. A young English girl. hys-
terical enthusiast, breaks In on the hotel
party one morning, carrying a basket or
white feathers. one of which she is going
has not enlisted. Molly makes known her
engagement to Brent. but states that
when the war broke out her father took
a dislike TO him because he had not en-
mystery in the household. In CONVEX
sation with Mrs. Lee, Brent brings up
the subject of carrier pigeons. Brent
tells Molly he knew Mrs. Lees husband
IN south aIFlCa years DeIOfe. brent
starts to light the crate fire. when Fritz
rnshes into the room and puts out the
blaze. saying. Madam never permits
this fire TO he lighted Mrs. Sanderson
introduces her son Charles to Brent.
Brent is noticed by Mrs. Lee while he is
examining the fireplace. The two find
a wireless outfit connecting with the
fagpole. and receive a message regard
ing troops. Mrs. sanderson and her son
discuss their wireless outfits. when they
ind the detector smashed. Pigeons are
very much in evidence on Mrs. Sander
sons premises. many of which are served
in pies and others served as carriers, q
fact observed and noted at once by
Miriam and Brent. Brent installs n die
taphone in the living room of the hotel
and hears the entire conversations held
therein by the German spies. He learns
Of an intended plot to signal n German
submarine from the hotel by burning the
hotel to the ground. the occupants along
with 1t. The plotters devise a scheme of
bringing Pollock into conference and
telling him that Brent and Mrs. Lee
are German spies. and as justice Of the
peace, he should arrest them. Pollock
threatens arrest of Brent
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MISREPRESENTATION *****ssssss4as*f**

This expletfve was a sigh of sheer sur
prise.
Mrs. Quintard had unlocked the library
door and Violet had been given her first
glimpse of this, the finest room in New
York
AS Violet's eyes rested on the five win
dows of deeply stained glass which faced
her from the southern end, Mrs. Quin-
tard Indignantly exclaimed:
And Carlos would turn this into
billiard room
Violet asked whether Mrs. Quintard
was quite positive as to this room be-
the precious document.
You had better talk to Hetty," said
that lady, as a stout woman of most
prepossessing appearance entered their
presence and paused respectfully just
inside the doorway. "Hetty, you will
answer any questions this young lady
may put. II any one can help us. she
sickroom?
Nothing good. The doctor has just
come for the third time today. Mrs.
Brooks is crying and even the children
are dumb with fear"
Il will go. ! must see the doctor. I
must tell him to keep Clement alive by
any means TILL
She did not wait to say what but
Violet understood and felt her heart
grow heavy. Could 1t be that her en-
ployer considered this the gay and
easy task she had asked for?
The next minute she was putting her
first question::
"Hetty. what did you see in Mrs.
Quintard's action last night to mako
you infer that she left the missing
document in this room?
My mistress has spoken of her in-
firmity?"
Yes, and very frankly"
She walks in her sleep"
80 she said"
And sometimes when others ara
asleep, and she Is not"
She cid not tell me that"
She is very nervous woman and
cannot always keep still when she
rise, l get up, too; but never being
quite sure whether she is sleeping or
not. am careful to follow her at GER
tain distance. Last night 1 was so far
brothers room and left 1t before I saw
her face"
Where is his room and where is
hers?"
Hers is in front on this same moor.
Mr.. Brooks is in the rear. and can be
reached either by the hall or by pass
ing through this room into a small one
beyond. which we called his den"
Describe your encounter. Where
were you standing when you saw her
frst?'
in the den l have just mentioned.
She was holding a folded paper clench-
ed against her breast, and her move
ment was SO mechanical that was
sure she was asleep. She was coming
this way, and in another moment she
entered this room. The door, which
had been opened. remained SO, and in
my anxiety crept to 1t and looked In
after her. There was no light burning
here at that hour. but the moon was
shining in. Expecting her to walk
straight on, and having some fears OF
the staircase once she got into the
hall. 1 hurried around to the door be-
hind you there to head her on. But
she had not left this room. I waited
and waited and still she did not come.
tured to approach the door and try It.
1t was locked. This alarmed me. She
Continued on Fifth Page.)
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part with it again till the time came
for me to produce the will"
And when was that to be-?
Immediately after the funeral, If it
so happened that Carlos had arrived in
time to attend it. But if for any rea-
son he failed to be here. l was to let it
lie till within three days of his return.
when / was to take it out in the pres
ence of a Mr.. Delahunt who was to
have full charge of it from that time
and l meant most earnestly to carry
out his wishes. but
Go on. Mrs. Quintard, pray go on.
What happened? Why couldn't you do
what he asked?"
Because the will was gone when I
went to take 1t out There was moth
ing to show Mr.. Delahunt but the emp
ty shelf
''Oh. theft! Just common theft!
Some one overheard the talk you had
with your brother, But how about the
key? You had that?"
Yes. 1 had that"
Then it was taken from you and re-
turned? You must have been careless
as to where you kept it"
No. 1 wore it on chain about my
neck. l even kept it on at night. In
fact. it never left nae. 1t was still on
my person when / went into the room
with Mr.. Delahunt. But the safe had
been opened for all that"
There were two keys to it. them"
NO in giving me the key, my brother
had strictly warned me not to lose it,
as it had no duplicate.
Mrs. Quintard, have you a special
conf1dant or maid?"
Yes, my Hetty."
How much did she know about this
key?"
Nothing. but that it didn't help the
fit of my dress. Hetty has cared for me
for years There's no more devoted
"A
can be more relied upon to tell the
truth She is so honest with her
tongue that l am bound to believe her,
even when she says
What"
That it was I and nobody else who
took the will out of the safe last night.
That she saw me come from my broth
er's room with folded paper in my
hand. pass with it into the library. and
come out again without it. If this is
So then that Will is somewhere in that
great room. But we've looked in every
conceivable place except the shelves,
take days to go through them all, and
meanwhile Carlos"
I'VE will not wait for Carlos. We will
begin work at once. But just one other
question. How came Hetty to see you
in your walk through the rooms? Did
she follow you?'
Yes lists not the first time I
have walked in my sleep. Last night
but she will tell you. It's painful SUBJ
ject to me- l will send for her to meet
us in the library.
She had risen and was moving rapidly
toward the door. Violet eagerly fol-
lowed her.
Stopping for a moment on the stair.
she inquired of Mrs. Quintard if the loss
she SO deplored had been made known
to the servants, and was much relieved
to find that, with the exception of MIR.
Delahunt. she had not spoken of it to
any one but Clement. And he will never
mention it, she declared. mot even to
his wife. She has troubles enough to
bear without knowing how near she
stood to fortune"
"Oh, she will have her fortune" Vio-
let confidently replied. I'm time. the
lawyer who drew up the will will ap-
pear. But what you want is an imme-
date triumph over the cold Carlos and
l hope you may have 1t. All"
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tomorrow. Molly?" he asked Mean
while I'll take charge of this You
don't know what fire you have been
playing with, my dear"
All Molly's suspicious came sureinR
back at her. but not personal suspicious
this time. She had actually forgotten
the issues between Mrs. Lee and Brent
In the dread lest it were true that Chris
was. after all. that most contemplate
OF beings-a man spying against his
own country. She snatched the map
back from him.
Chris. 1 can't let it go at that: Won
can't talk me over. Oh, / don't know
what to think. I'm SO miserable Do tell
me the truth and let me help you. II
you don't father
Well. what do you mean, what's he
going to dor
"Oh. you know what he is He's going
straight to the police to have you ar
rested"
It say" said Brent, thoughtfu1ly.
that would be awkward. That might
have very unpleasant. consequences in
deed He kept his hands over hers,
which still held the map. and thought
rapidly. To tell Molly the truth was
out of the question. She was too young,
too inexperienced in hiding her feelings
for that to be safe. In fact it would be
utterly unjustifiable. Better rupture all
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spy: or did you want it because you
thought all was not right between Mrs.
Lee and myself and wished to knock her
down and OUT"
"A little of both, I think" said Molly
slowly, but more of the second. Yes. 1
don't care II it is wrong. Chris. And it
was most of all because l wanted to
save you. that was why l didn't mind
what l did"
Molly. you are an angel and 1 love
you for 1t. But believe me when / tell
you one can't be too scrupulous in love.
just as one can be too scrupulous in
war. You know l mean what I'm say
ing, dent your
Yes, I'm sure you do. Chris"
VERY well, then. 1t follows that l am
not doing anything unworthy of our
love- and that whatever l can't tell you
has to do with something else. If there
is anything about me that you find it
hard to explain. Molly, it isn't on the
personal side at all. remember"
"Eut it is so hard" said Molly plain
lively. IF you love me there shouldn't
be anything that you can't tell me
about"
Dear little goose, there are dozens
of things I wouldn't ever tell you about.
But this secret isn't my own to tell you,
yet"
Then it must be more to you than
your love for me- said Molly.
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W IN tell me?"
IN Il think you will find
1t quite enough, Miss
Strange"
Just the address"
And this advice: That your call be
speedy. Distracted nerves cannot wait"
Violet, across whose wonted piquancy
there lay an indefnable shadow, eyed
her employer with a doubtful air be-
fore turning away toward the door.
She had asked him for a case to in
Vestfgate something she had never
done before), and she had even gone
so far as to particularize the sort of
case she desired. TT must be an in.
teresting one" she had stipulated but
different, quite different from the last
one 1t must not involve death or any
kind of horror. II have not felt
quite like myself since / came from
Massachusetts" Whereupon, without
further comments, but with a smile
she did not understand, he had handed
her small slip of paper on which
he had scrubbed an address
Read II in your limousine" said he
II you are disappointed then let me
know. You do not even need to take
"Oh. then it's with women only 7
have to deal7'
Read the address after you are
headed UP 18th avenue"
But when, with her doubts not yet
entirely removed. she opened the small
slip he had given her. the number in
side suggested nothing but the fact
that her destination lay somewhere
near s0th street. 1t was, therefore
with the keenest surprise she beheld
her motor stop before the conspicuous
house of the great fnancier whose
death had SO affected the money mar
ket- She had not had any acquaint-
ance with this man herself, but she
knew his house Every one knew that
II was one Of the most princely in the
whole city. c. Dudley Brooks had
known how TO spend his millions
She was expected-that she saw the
instant the door opened This made
her entrance easy-an entrance further
Frightened by the delightful glimpse of
a child's cherubic face looking at her
from a distant doorway. which modi-
ned in some slight degree the formal
ity of a service which dema nded three
men to usher her into a small reception
room not twenty feet from the door
Of entrance
Left in this secluded spot she had
time to ask herself what member OF
the household she should be called upon
70 meet. She was sure of the fact that Mr..
BROOKS had been widower for many
years before his death. but beyond
that she knew nothing of his domestic
life She had never heard any men,
ton made of a younger Mr.. Brooks,
yet there was some one of his con-
nection who enjoyed the rights Of an
heir Him she must be prepared to
meet with all due composure.
When the door opened to admit the
perSop she was awaiting she was mo-
meatarily surprised; for It was a
woman who stood before her,
woman and an oddly. Yet. in just
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FROM LAST sunday
lN\ A I

q FOLLY raised her head and
N\Wl looked triumphant. Then, as
UNIl realization of what it meant
". to be a spy began to dawn on
her. she had to throw this comforting
a solution which would clear Chris both
Of undue personal interest in Miriam
and Of completely in her designs
I'm sure Chris isn't spy" she said
at last. That woman has used him,
that's what it Is. You know how Chris
believes everything he hears; he is much
too good-that's what's the matter with
him. She's just used him. She's a spy,
I'm sure of it."
Matters were going quite as Mr.. Pol
lock had wished I'm bound to tell
YOU" he pointed out. that suspicion
rests primarily and most strongly upon
Brent"
Molly sat for a moment with her
fingers pressed over her eyes, thinking
back over the events Of the day. She
thought of how Miriam had prevented
her running out to Chris when he was
IN the lawn with his air gun. and how
It had turned out afterward that 1t had
been Mrs. Lee who had leased him into
shooting the pigeon. which showed she
had some amount of influence over him.
ao!y remembered, TOO. little Incl
dent that had occurred that evening as
she was going up to dress for dinner.
She was passing Mrs. Lees room, the
door Of which had swung slightly open,
and she had seen her standing by the
dressing table in the act of taking some
thing from the front of her gown For
no other reason than that everything
Mrs. Lee did was a source of unwilling
interest to Molly. the girl stopped for q
second and looked at her. It had been
folded paper which Mrs. Lee took from
her gown and which she slipped inside
handkerchief sachet lying on the
dressing table. Molly had watched her
Idly. and then, suddenly aware that she
was doing rather an odd thing in gazing
through some ones bedroom door. had
Ned on to her own room. Now the little
incident assumed potentialities un.
thought of before. Molly jumped I'D.
Father. 1 have an idea. have
thought OF something. Wait, TIL see
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from the east, where he has been tour
ing with his wife. Miss Strange, the
lost will must be found before then, or
the other will be opened and read and
Carlos made master of this house, which
would mean our quick departure and
Clements certain death"
Move sick man? Oh, no, Mrs
Quintard; no one would do that"
You do not know Carlos; you do not
know his wife. We should not be given
a week in which to pack. They have
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Brent strolled over to the mantelpiece
and leaned his elbow on it, speaking to
her over his shoulder.
It suppose you want me to explain
about this afternoon he asked.
mo; at least. that will come into the
general explanation, that's all. Chris,
what's the matter?"
We'll. if it comes to that. what's the
matter with your father? l say, do
you mind a piper
NO" answered Molly. little drear-
lily. He could think about pipes when
she was so obviously unhappy,
MY nerves want something" ex-
planned Brent, as he lit up. II say.
what has your father got into his
head now?"
"Oh, he's worried
We'll. he's worried me, 1 can tell
you"
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and not spoil our few minutes together
by being so absurd
For one bliesful moment Molly let
herself yield to his caress and closed
rested on his shoulder. Then she pulled
herself together and, with a determina-
ton he had never seen in her before.
thrust him away and sat up.
Chris. you don't quite realize what
has happened this evening" she began.
land can't help you unless you tell me
the truth. For one thing, you told me
YOU had never met Mrs Lee before"
Brent. though I suppose you don't be-
leve it after this afternoon. Look
here. sweetheart, let's understand one
another. You think that I'm in Mrs.
Lees power. as you put it. and that
she's n German spy. What makes you
think that"
81 know it,
How do you know it?"
Molly slipped her fingers down inside her
frocl and brought out the folded paper.
contact with her. but Chris was too alb
sorbed in the business in hand to notice
other than mechanically what would nor
mally have been such sweet detail for
a lover
do you know what that is?" demanded
Molly.
Looks like a map"
at is a map It's the one that Charles
Sanderson lost. I found 1t in Mrs Lees
room"
you found it? You stole 1t. you mean -
said Brent rather harshly. And then. his
sense of humor prick!ng at him again, he
remembered that he himself had stolen 1t
from Fritz and that Charles Sanderson
had stolen it from the admiralty.
"Everythings fair in love and war" de-
Tended Molly. land this is both love and
war"
"'Diamond Diamond. what hast thou
done?" quoted Brent. half to himself.
How do you know anything about it%'
he added.
II saw Mrs. Lee slipping a paper into
her handkerchief sachet as | was passing
her room on my way to dress for dinner.
I shouldn't have thought anything of 1t,
although there was something odd about
the way she took it out of her dress and
slipped it into the lining of the sachet,
but when father told me about Mr.. San
derson's loss I wondered if perhaps this
had anything to do with it, so l ran up
and stole it. as you say"
II see, You say everythings fair in
love and war, Molly. Nearly everything 8
fair in war. though not quite all. by a
long chalk. but the same principle doesn't
apply to love. You can't be too scrupulous
about that. because the thing ceases to
be worth having if you tamper too much
with the methods Tell me, did you get
this map in burst of patriotic fervor.
because you felt Mrs. Lee was a German
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The Dreaming Lady

Copyright. 1917. by the Mcclure Newspaper
Syndicate.)
mn a ND this is all you mean to
w IN tell me?"
~ Il think you will find
1t quite enough, Miss
Strange"
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OILY raised her head and
looked triumphant. Then, as
realization Of what 1t meant
to be a spy beRan IN dawn IN
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Silence fell as Molly entered. and she
looked from one to the other OF the
two men.
''Oh, father. what have you been say
ing to Christ" she asked. IT asked you
to leave 1t to me. didn't To-
II have been merely-with the great
est tact and diplomacy-asking a few
ask. 1 have been giving Mr.. Brent an
Dziennik Chicagoski. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1890-1971, 1917-11-13
ROZDZlAk III.

Co sic wydarzyio panu Pickwickowi w wiezlenlu
"a d1ugi; kogo tam widziaf i jak noe przepedzif.
Gentleman, towarzyszqcy naszemu filozofowi,
a ktory nazywai sic Tom Rokcr, zwrocif sic ia pra-
wo. przcz iurtc pc kilku schodach wszedf do gale
rvi nizkicj, dlugiej, wqzkicj brudneL wy}ozoncj
kamieniami i oSwictloncj dwoma oknami ia dw0ch
koncach.
- To sa rzeki rzecZony gentleman, zasu-
waiac rece do kieszeni nicdbale spogladajac ma
pana Pickwicka przez ramie to 50 schody do sail.
- A! - odrzekl pan Pickwick, spuszczajqc
oczy ola przypatrzenia sic s]chodom, ciemnym will
gotnym, wiodqcym jakby do podziemia. Tam
zapewne ~znajdujq sic piwnicc, w ktorych ~wieznio-
vie przechowuja swoje zapasy wegla. Brzydkic to
miejscc, ale zaiozy}bym sic, &c wygodne.
Spodzicwam sic, re w~ygodne, kiedy ludzie
tam zyja nawet niczle zyjq.
- Moi przyjacielu odrzckl pan Pickwick-
ME cheese zapewne rowicdzicc przcz to, re istoty
ludzkie r~zcczywiScic m~icszkaja W tych nedznych
lochach?
- Me chce powiedzict! - zawola} re zdu-
mienicm pan Roker a dIaczcgozbym ME chcial
powiedzieC?:
- Vice zyjq! zyja tam?
- A tax! zyja! a nawet bardzo czesto umie-
raja. I czemuzby ME? Colby kto mogf mice pre-
civ temu? Czy zyja ! Alboz to zc miejscc ola zy-
cia?
Poniewaz pan Rokcr, mowiac to zwrocif sic XII
panu Pickwickowi w spos6b nader gniewny ME
NAL W oburzeniu wymruCza} kika zle brzmiaCych
frazes6w. wiec filozof nasz ME uzna} "a wlasciwe
przediuzac rozmowe. Wtedy pan Roker zaczai
wstepowac ma inne schody, tax samo brudne, jak
poprzednie; "a MIN szcdf pan Pickwick Z Samem.
Doszcdlszy do novel gallery, takich samych
rozmiarow, jak poprzednia. pan Roker zatrzymal
sic, by odetchnqG powiedziai:
- To kawiarnia wyzej jest trzecie pietro, 4
mad MEM strych. Pokoj, W kt6rym pan przepedzisz
noe dz~isiejsza, nazywa sic salq stroz6w. Tedy idzic
sic do niej.
Przewodnik wszed} w nova galerye, otwo-
rzyl drzwi ukazai oczom nowoprHyby1ych pokoj
wcale niepozorny, w kt6rych staio o$m czy die
siec lock zelaznych.
= To, panic - rzek} pan Roker, stajqc VIC
drzwiach spogladajac ma pana Pickwicka z tryum-
fujaca nina - to panic, pokoj.
(Ciag daisy nastapi)