Judsonia weekly advance., 1917-06-06
FIFTEENTH EPISODE
The Rescue.

As Patricia Montez was hurried through the streets of the great city on her way to the federal prison, she realized that her venturesome hazard in an attempt to do public service, had led her into most unenviable position. Whatever her defense might be, when the time should come for her to face the authorities, her unprecedented con- duct would be hard to account for.
 Now, with one hand manacled to the was being taken, captive, to answer for her participation in the air-raid on New York, she realized that her Apaches, active hosts in her interest and under her command, might not be able to extricate her from her predic- ament.
 As she glanced nervously around her, while her captors sped toward their goal, Pat discovered an automO- bile closely following the one in which she was a prisoner. When she was taken into the federal building and brought before the examining officer, she was greatly relieved to observe two of her Apaches among the crowd of curious people who thronged the room.
 we must hold you for definite word officer when he had done questioning Pat and the secret service men who had brought her before him.
 Take her to the north wing and confine her in the federal corridor. It will not be necessary to put her under lock and key until we get more def- nite instructions from Washington" continued the officer.
 When Pat was led from the room she glanced over her shoulder and men, who had closely followed the proceedings
 The corridor had four cells on the side nearest the main structure. The other side of the corridor was marked by the outer wall of the build ing. High above the girls head three windows, stoutly barred, opened onto the street that led across the end of the jail.
 Only one of the cells opening onto the corridor was occupied. When Pat asked her guard to identify his other prisoner, the keeper replied:
 You're trying to make me think you don't know that he's one of the air raiders" knowing smile accompany ing his remark
 Sure as you live. don't know him. said Pat. But if you have no objec- tions, I'll walk over and get acquainted with him."
 soThere can be no harm in that" an- swered the guard. And Pat proceeded to make herself agreeable to her fel- low prisoner.
 After she had overcome his suspi- cions, the man behind the bars was free with his information.
 While Pat and the anarchist were talking, a visitor was admitted to the corridor. The newcomer was there to talk with the anarchist, and the two men were allowed to converse undis- turbed, through Pats adroitness in keeping the guard interested in her self.
 When the visitor had gone, Pat re- turned to the cell door, where the an- archist was waiting to give her sur prising bit of confidence. The prison CT said:
 My pal tells me that the cops have located our headquarters in. West Farms, and are expected to raid early in the morning. But if they try to take the gang with a rush, they will get an unexpected salute. We've got the old Frenchman's shack all wired up for an explosion. We are apt to get some news before daylight tomorrow. y
 Pat continued her sympathetic inter- est in her new acquaintance, and by dint of careful handling, induced him to give her the exact location of "the old Franchmans shack" The girls brain was at work. even though she was in durance vile, with no immedi- ate hope of escape or release.
 Had she known that even while she was entering upon her first night in jail. Phil Kelly was hurrying toward Washington. determined to obtain for her abs0lution from even a suspicion of wrong-doing. she would have felt relieved