The Lamar register., 1917-03-21

to examine the papers. They were
mostly letters, all typewritten, and
signed f. B. They seemed trivial, nl-
most nonsenslcal till IT dawned on
Whfbeck they were undoubtedly In
cipher, whereat he gave the two boxes
still wider berth. There was moth
ing in the shape of an address, and
Whitbeck considerably nonplussed, and
feeling that he had unwittingly become
a factor in an anarchist plot. c0nclud-
ed to consult the police.
He went down to get some informa-
ton from the hotel clerk. When he
heard around an angle of the desk
woman speaking.
"Is there anyone here by the name
Of Whitley" she asked.
The clerk assured her there was no
such name ON the register.
why that is strange" she persist
ed. They said ut the station that was
the nnme given over the telephone"
people don't always speak plainly
over the phone" laughed the clerk.
whitbeck wheeled, and faced the
girl.
It was Mary Warren! She gasped.
caught at the desk, and her face went
white. The CLERK stared from one to
the other
at was mistake in the name, Miss
Warren. l presume you came about
the lost vallseT" Whitbeck said in the
most matter of fact way in order 20
shield the girl. 81 did surprise you,
didn't ~
She stammered out that he had, and
allowed herself TO be led into n scclud-
ed corner of a reception room. lie
looked at her questioningly. but she
did not speak. The terror in her eyes
was that Of an animal at bay.
Finally ne said: Does that vnlise
belong to your"
"what difference does that muke?"
she asked. Just give 1t to me-"
Not till you answer me-"
1T is not mine"
at belongs to some man." he ven
mrcd. A coward who let's you come in
his place"
"No! not coward |" she blazed out.
81 made him let me come. You have
opened It'll"
''Yes. Who is her"
81 won't tell. Now do with me what
you like"
you make me. But you must cOnfide
in me. only want TO help you"
Something in his tone swept away
the barriers, and she told him her
story. While in his Office she became
aware that man whose welfare
was very dear TO her had become
involved In something dangerous. She
went at once to him to try to dissuade
him from It. But she found him too
deeply involved 10 listen to her persua-
sions.
"You see" she said, "he had been IA
long time out Of work. He became
very bitter against the existing state #
things. He believes that something
better must come for the working man,
or the whole social fabric Will be shat
tered by an awful war"
at is true, something better must
come. Both labor and capital must be
enlightened. But the bomb is not the
way"
No" she agreed. But can you
make these poor creatures believe it?"
"Will you let me talk to hlm?" he
asked.
'Will you promise not to"
He broke in on her appeal. Haven't
already promised7 Take me to him.
| will get the valise."
moi not" she protested. II must
first find out II he will see you. | will
call you up at seven and tell you"
And not waiting for further words she
rose and left the place.
Whitbeck was torn with conflicting
emotions. He was about to try to save
the man she loved. no doubt IA creature
in no way worthy Of such woman.
When the time drew near he stayed in
his room, watching for he ring of the
telephone. but the minutes licked on
till eight O'Clock was passed. lie gave
n start when il rang. She had not
been able till then to persuade him to
let Whitbeck come. She would meet
him mt the uptown side OF the Fulton
street subway station, at nine O'Clock.
True to her word she was there when
WhitbeCk appeared with the valise.
She took him several blocks away to
an old red brick house, and letting
herself in with a latch-key, they were
soon in a room Mt the back young