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Butter, EaQs and Poultry.

Minneapolis, Aug. 29.--Butter =
Creamery extras, per lib, 44c; extra
firsts, 43c; firsts, 42c: seconds, Ale;
dairy, SIC; packing stock, SAC.
Eggs-Fresh prime firsts, new cases,
3Sc; current receipts, new cases, rots
out, $1,000; old cases. rots out, $10.5O;
checks and seconds, doz, Csc; dirties,
candled, 29c. Quotations on eggs in.
clude cases
Live Poultry-Turkeys, fat, 10 lbs
and over, Csc; thin, small, 10@12c;
cripples and culls, unstable; ROSTERS,
old and young, 19c; ducks, Ice; geese,
15c; hens, 3A lbs and over, 26c; hens,
under 31s lbs. 23c; broilers. over 9
lbs. 29c; 2 lbs and under. 29c.
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Sioux City Live stock.

Sioux City, Aug. 29.-Hogs, receipts.
$500; higher; light, SIS. 90@19.25;
mixed, $18.7001S.s0; heavy, $18.50@
1870; bulk, $1S.50019.15. Cattle re.
ceipts, 1000; steady; beef steers,
$9.50@14.50; fat cows, $8.75@11; can.
ners. $607.50; stockers and feeders,
$S.25@11.50; feeding cows and heif-
ers, S.75@9. Sheep receipts, 500;
steady.
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South st. Paul. Aug. 29.-Estimated
receipts at the Union stockyards: Cat.
tie, 1900; calves. 800; hogs, $500;
sheep, 500; horses, L; cars, $50;
steers, $7.75@12; cows, 7.50@10.5 so;
calves, s6.75Q17; hogs, $1S.S5Q19;
sheep and lambs, $S.50016.
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Chicago Grain

Chicago, Aug. 29.-Corn, August
s1.56; September. $1.56h; October
SISSY; oats, August. 70hc; Septem
Der, 70Ac; October, 72hc.
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Watching From
A Sewer

Tie IHOuLn Oh the
sewer, the plotters watched the
gathering boats across the way, the
waving flags, and bright-hued deco
rations that shone and shimmered
with the bright sunlight of morn
inp. From far in the distance came
the screaming of sirens and the
hoarser-throated sound Of hundreds
Of tugboats, ferries and river craft.
The review had started. Aboard
the Mayfower, the President of the
United States was to see the pride
Of the navy as it steamed forth to
the open sea and
II Schmidt only gets here with
that controller" seethed the spv
from the Hohenzollern Club as he
watched the feet in the distance
through his binoculars, IF he only
gets here!"
How long will it take to attach
it?" Another plotter was staring
toward the distance.
Ten seconds. We've got plenty
OF time in that wav-if he only gets
here with it,"
A sound from the tunnel. II Was
Schmidt. Juggling the controIIer for.
ward; The spy from the Hohenzol-
Tern Club turned with a quick order.
You get back there and guard
the shack" he ordered OF the third
plotter. Wen attend to things
down here"
The German retreated into the
sewer. Schmidt began the placing
OF the wireless controller in its
position. The spy from the Hohen-
zoliern Club looked again through his
binoculars.
We'll launch the torpedo Just as
the flagship rounds the point there
Understand"
Perfectly" Schmidt was testing
his connections.
They looked at each other then
and laughed. America was at their
mercy, they thought. For they did
not know that as they gloated oyer
the coming fate OF the flagship, Har-
rison Grant and his men were fore
ing their way through the doorway
OF the shack above them!
But only emptiness greeted the
members Of the Criminology Club as
the door crashed open. Harrison
Grant glanced about him quickly.
They're gone-they're already in
the sewer!" he exclaimed Respondent
ly. We've got just one chance to
head of that torpedo when it starts.
You men hurry to Buffan's Landing
and get the reserve launch there.
I'll investigate here"
All right" then Stewart turned.
Here's something | picked up Just
outside. Should have given 1t 10 you
before-but my brains working a
little slow since that blow on the
head"
He passed a ret;cule to Harrison
Grant, who stuffed it in his pocket
The men departed. Grant looked
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hastily about the shack; then veered
to a corner at a sound from below.
Some one was
s.nd;rr tn. coming back.
oenolnE Inc There-the sew
IOrpeoo er mani o c
moved a little.
Then a bit more-then it raised
while the figure Of a man started
upward and through it. Grant crept
forward. A quick leap, he seized
the plotter by the throat, choking
him and at the same time dragging
him back on the floor. A moment
more and he had bound him, dragged
him to q corner and almost thrown
him there. then started down the
manhole. But as he CROPPED, blink
iEg, through the darkness, Schmidt
and the spy from the Hohenzollern
Club sighted the prov of the flag
ship as it rounded the point below
them, swung the torpedo into posi-
ton and shunted it, seething into
the water.
A few steps forward and Grant
saw what had been done. There
were two men, both with their backs
to him, one guiding the torpedo
with the wireless controller, the
other leaning forward, pointing out
its course as it made its way, slowly
at first, then faster, toward the
laundering flagship.
screaming Of whistles, the booming
Of guns as the battleships fired their
salutes before the Mayhower. Har-
rison Grant crept forward unnoticed.
Ten feet-then six-then three,
while the spies stared outward, un-
aware of the approach of the detec-
tive. Harrison Grant gathered his
full strength. A tremendous kick
and he had sent one Of the plotters
sprawling into the water. A great
lunge and he was at the throat Of
the spy from the Hohenzollern Club,
struggling to drag him from his hold
at the wireless controller.
A struggle that seemed destined
to fail. With almost superhuman
strength the spy fought him off,
still clingiDR to the key of the con-
troller, fainting. lodging, squirming
in the grasp of the master detective,
biting, kicking, butting-but still
holding to that key that was send
ing the torpedo faster and faster
through the water, driving it on and
on toward the flagship Of the great
Atlantic fleet. threatening it with
destruction-and the bottling of the
entire fleet in the waters of New
York harbor.
Doggedly they fought. Again and
again Grants hands closed about
the throat Of the SOY, only to he
thrown of. Then slowly, steadily,
Grant began to send the plotter in
his grasp.
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Two Men Max
ing a Torpedo

er through the manhole into the
sewer. One of them was talking:
"Von Lertz looked like he'd been
out all night"
Eyes; that's the way he is most of
the time. But that's the way with
the ones higher up. They can go
out and play, while we do the work.
But when the iron crosses are dis
tributed they get them, not u.s."
A growl from the third.
"Shut up. You're better off here
than you would be in the trenches.
This is easy work for you. l get
tired hearing you reservists kicking
on a little easy campaign work over
in this country when you might be
handling the minnerwerfers over in
Flanders. But let's stop this talk
ing. The feet will sail in a few
hours now. We've got to have this
torpedo ready to launch at the flag
ship"
That sentence was enough. Dixie
hurried from her position on the
ladder, started down. then WINGED as
she struck the ground. One foot had
struck in a chuck hole, twisting the
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U. S. Fleet, Reviewed by President,
Saved by American Woman Who
Toyed With German Spies


he to
len Club and looked anxuy Dick operative with the
his
Same
all
n
Harrison
Hardly,
that dcogh out quickly td drag through the hole after Ney
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of the Mayfower, whence the Presi-
dent would review the feet-honey-
combing the harbor in their search
for suspicious characters, seeking
everywhere for the torpedo that was
planned to send a flagship to its
doom, block the great Atlantis feet
in New York harbor and cripple
the defense Of the greatest nation
in the world.
But so far the torpedo was safe
from their search. In the dark con-
fines Of the sewer, it had been low
cred and shunted to its mouth,
where it lay concealed from view
under the piling of an old dock.
Back in the shack, Schmidt, the cleo
trician, labored furiously on the last
connection that would make the tor
pedo available for its deadly use
the wireless controller.
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ankle severely, and slowly and pain
fully she limped to her car, where it
was concealed in the shadow of i
great, dismantled boiler. The driv-
er hurried forward to her aid, as
sisting her within. At the door of
the taxi Dixie, half turning with the
pain of her ankle, failed to notice
that her reticule slipped from her
wrist and fell to the ground. Nor
did the driver. He leaped to his
place at the wheel and turned ex-
pectantly.
Where to now" he asked.
"A telephone-just as quick az
you can make it," Dixie answered.
Her voice was faint from the pain OF
her sprained ankle.
How about a doctor for that foot -
The driver was staring at the ex-
preston Of agony on the girls fea-
lures
Never mind that. Where's tele-
phone?"
an a roadhouse, down the line
about three miles"
Get to it-hurry!"
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All in Flynn's
Hands

power launches Of the New York
police department, their machine
guns ready for instant action, shot
forth into the bay. Another call
and the chief gained a clear wire to
the Criminology Club. A few crisp
orders and Grant and his men were
scurrying by motor to Staten Island
to pick up Stewart on the way and
rush to the shack that had housed
the torpedo. But would they reach
there in time? Grant would have
given much to know.
Out in the bay, here, there, every
where, the boats of the harbor police
were scattering, up toward the
great, monstrous forms of the bat
tleships, where flags fluttering, the
preparations were being made for
the start of the Presidents review.
searching under wharves, around
lighters, hurrying to the protection
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Grant possessed sped into the sinews
of his arm and back. With a great
wrench he freed the grasp OF the
spy upon him. Then, with q ire
mendous lunge, he literally raised
the form Of the struggling man and
threw him high over his shoulders
and into the tremendous currents be-
low!
A great leap.
Rsvsyuino Harrison era I
- was at the key Of
A"e the wireless con-
troller. Quickly
he reversed It, sending the current
cracking out over the Narrows. But
would the effect come in time? Would
the electric current swerve the
course Of that teredo soon enough
to save the great battleship before
1t from destruction2 Gasping and
painting, Harrison Grant watched for
the result, his soul agonized, his
heart pounding with aching severity.
A second-and the torpedo had not
moved from its course. Another
Harrison Grant bent forward happily.
Out there in the choppy waters of
the Narrows he believed he had seen
the torpedo swerve slightly-yes,
there it had moved q full three feet
from its course
Now, then, lookl The men on the
reserve launch were waving their
arms and clambering to the top Of
the launch as it sped along. The
torpedo had moved more in its
it seemed to be turn
ing-it was turningl A great, glad
Try broke from the lips Of Harrison
Grant. The torpedo was making
full semi-circle on the water now.
On the roof Of the reserve launch a
Club detective was pre-
pairing to dive into the water for the
desperate purpose Of kicking the
wireless antennae from the explosive
and making il useless, while
IN beyond. there where the guns
we're booming, where the flags were
lying, and the bands we're playing,
he great Atlantic feet. safely, tri-
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umphantly, was sailing through the
Narrows out to the freedom Of the
open sea-
Harrison Grant watched happily
for q moment, then turned to make
his way back through the tunnel and
to the Interrogation OF the captured
spy. II was then that he noticed
that his brow was covered with =
cold perspiration. that his collar was
wilted-in spite Of the almost cold
dsy-that he was shaking and trem-
bling from the excitement Of the
chase. He reached for his handker-
chief, then hesitated at the touch Of
the reticule in his pocket. Wonder
ingly be brought 1t forth and examin-
ed it,
"A woman's party. chatalaine," he
unused. "Some spy hats mixed up
in this thing, I guess. Dropped II
coming from the shack. ! wonder il
there's anything in it to give a clue
to her identity"
He pulled open the bag. He stared
a moment at the initials OF the card
case which lay within; then opened
II feveriShly. The wondering express
sion Of his eyes changed to gFimness-
His lips resolved themselves into a
straight line. Slowly they repeated
the name on the card:
Miss Dixie Mason!"
The battleships in the distance
seemed to fade. The sound OF the
sirens, the booming guns, all drifted
into nothingness. Duly, monotonous-
", the lips Of Harrison Grant framed
the words:
Dixie Mason! So she was the
one. Dixie Mason-a spy"
Copyright. 1918, by The Wheeler
Incl
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Struggling
With a Spy


held the key OF the wireless con-
troller. Then. a quick motion and
his teeth closed upon the flesh. bit
ting into the sinews and muscles,
causing the spy to leap from his pose
with a cry Of anguish. But the fight
was not over.
Think you've stopped US, eh?''
The spy shouted the words. well
you haven't. That torpedos got speed
enough now-itll reach that ship all
right It'll'-
But Grant had swung him about
now and was forcing him to the
edge Of the sewer platform. Closer
closer-the end was inevitable. But
would it avail anything? A glance
out into the Narrows and Grant saw
that the torpedo was heading straight
on its course now. while far in the
rear the reserve launch containing
his men was striving vaInly to sum-
mon the speed to oyertake it. On
and on II was going-a moment more
and 1t would crash into the side of
that massive, thunderous battleship.
q moment more
All the strength that Harrison
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Won LertZ
In His Cups

Not II you know how madly love
you. how | adore you, how you
'Fascinate, you mean, don't you?"
"Yesh-yes- course. What did
l say"
"Oh, nothing-oh. Mr.. Won Lertz
please,"
For Won Lertz had striven to take
her in his arms and was pressing his
lips toward hers. AS she half strug-
gled with him the German smiled in
apology. and dropped his arms.
I Just wanted one teeny-weeny lit
tie kiss" he announced. Il thought
| just thOught'-
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Hurriedly he
made the finish
ing I o u c h e s,
while down at
the mouth Of the
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A ROadhOuse
Trip

Won Lertz? Besides -" and she
allowed a bit Of unsophistication to
creep into her voice, 81 am afraid my
education in EGadhouses has been
too much neglected. lists all
right for me TO go, isn't it,
"Oh, of course" Heinric Won
Lertz drew himself up pompously.
an look after you"
A moment later Dixie settled back
in a corner of Heinric Won Lertz's
machine and smiled in the darkness.
She was to have her chance after
all-the chance to learn what had
been on Heinric Won Lertz's mind all
evening, why he had been so pre-
occupied, so nervous, so agitated.
Dixie could not see the mixtures in
the camera Of Heinric Won Lertz's
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f'J NSAAtS SlGAL tanning Al OLhG4
places, that is all.
The investigator looked at his
watch.
Nearly midnight" he yawned.
81 -"
You'd better go home and get
some Sleep" the operative broke in.
"Cavansugh and / will keep watch
and let you know the minute any
thing happens. Don't you think
that's a wise plan?"
Harrison Grant, with his ever
present happy nature, smiled in
spite of the fatigue that hung
heavily upon him.
Il think you must know how much
sleep l haven't had" was his COM
ment- And to tell the TRUTH
haven't had any since the night of
the Naval Ball"
He turned to the door, giving his
men their final instructions for the
night. And as he made his way
homeward, the telephone lines were
cracking between New York and
Washington, with Ambassador Bern
storh at one end and Karl Boy-Ed,
naval attache, at the other. Nearby
sat Captain Franz Won Papan and
DR.. Heinrich Albert, waiting for the
result OF the conversation. At last
Boy-Bd turned from the telephone.
"B ern storffs
A Messar. anxious about
Fror, R.r,storH our plans for to-
-A T1aorrorry - Ia a,
nounced. Il told
him not to worry"
We'll, there isn't anything to
worry about, is there ," Won Papen
hunched forward in his chair.
Not If everything's all right at the
shack" answered Boy-Ed. That's
up to Won Lertz. l instructed him TO
examine the torpedo and to be sure
that the men had everything in work.
Ing shape. Then he was to report TO
Us"
wait Just minute" It was the
somewhat plodding, methodical DR..
Albert who had interrupted. Get
me understand this thing clearly.
The torpedo is to be fired when the
fleet is going through the Narrows.
Is that right? Then what happens ?"
"a great deal" laughed Karl Boy
Ed. "The principal thing Of which is
that the Great Atlantic feet will be
forced to remain In New York har-
Dor, and the United States OF Amer
lea will be taught just how foolish Il
would appear in a war with a real
country like Germany"
Albert bobbed his head.
81 simply wanted TO be sure that
understood. Personally, I shall
watch the feet sail with a great deal
of interest"
mo doubt" Won Papen turned
with growing laugh. Il will watch
It stop with more interest Now,
Boyd, where is Won Lertz to re-
port?"
''At the Hohenzollern Club"
Then we'd better be strolling over.
It's after midnight now. Good night,
Albert"
Good night. Good luck-for I'M
perial Germany"
Meanwhile, Dixie Mason was look
ing into the eyes Of Heinric Won
Lertz as they hestitated in front OF
the Midnight Frolic.
"If you don't mind. I'd rather take
. trip out in the country somewhere
to the October Farm or something
like that"
Heinric Won Lertz rubbed a chin
In thought.
ell tell you a better place" was
his announcement There's the Ten
Mile House Quite racy, it's true,
but very entertaining. What do you
say"
Dixie Mason smiled most engag-
ingly.
WHY should | /
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Two men bust
~ engaged upon
the torpedo, which
they were max
ing ready to low
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A quick call to
the harbor police.
A moment later
and with a sour
- - A.
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The Secret
Service Detected

roadhOuse, and toward the warning
that Dixie sought 10 send the Secret
Service But as the machine roared
its way along through the early
morning, the spy from the Hohen-
zollern Club entered the shack on
Staten Island, his eyes wide with ex-
element, his voice swapping as he
sent the men scurrying faster than
ever in their work.
There's danger! I just knocked
a Secret Service man over in the
woods. They're after us! Bar that
door and barricadc il, We've got
TO get this torpedo into place before
they catch our trail. Every minute
means danger"
Slowly the torpedo swung at its
fastenings. The spy from the Ho-
henzollern Club lifted the cover Of
the marhole. And as the spies in
the employ of imperial Germany
started to lower the torpedo into
the sewer Dixie Mason chung grim
~ to the telephone at the road
house, waiting for the answering
voice from the other end of the
wire. At last it came-the voice
of Chief Flynn, who had just en-
tered the office for the day. His
voice vert keen and bright as the
warning from Dixie came over the
wire. Hastily he assembled the
facts as she told them. Then:
"A good nights work. Go home
to bed. I'll handle everything"
He lifted another phone and call
ed the Criminology Club.
Busy" reported Central. For
Dick Stewart was at that moment
detailing the story of the assault
upon him and the reasons he had
failed in his quest. But Chief
Flynn was already working on an
other angle of the protection of the
Atlantic feet.
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Next Sundays episode-No. will
be the coming OF Franz Won Rintelen
to America, with 5O.OOO,OO0, TO spend
on death and destruction. How one
OF his plots. to burn and destroy
thousands Of head OF livestock. to IN
lure the allies, and to prevent ship
ments across the Atlantic was frus-
trated
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I'm not in the habit Of being
kissed" answered Dixie Mason, pout-
ing. Won Lertz Strengthened.
Goo little girl! he praised her.
Goo little girl! am now more
fascinated than ever. Goodnight"
"Good-day," echoed Dixie Mason,
glancing at the light Of dawn with
out. Then, as Heinric Won Lertz
strobe forth, she turned quickly to
one side. Hurriedly she opened a
little memorandum book that she
had extracted from the pocket of
the German plotter while she had
struggled with him to prevent the
kiss that he had sought to implant
on her lips. Quickly she scanned the
pages, finally to start forward, an
involuntary cry breaking from her
lips. She glanced hastily down the
street toward where Won Lertz's ma
chine was fading in the distance,
then ran toward a taxi stand at the
corner.
Follow that machine that just
left here!" she ordered, as she hur-
ried into the car. Then, taking out
her Secret Service commission and
passing it before the eyes of the
chauffeur, she admonished:
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Why should |
worry as long as
! am sheltered by
I h e protecting
arm Of HeinTic
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Closer, closer
Harrison Gran I
bent his head to-
ward the wrist OF
the hand that
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A moment more
and the machine
W as scurrying
along the lonely
road toward the
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And you only
shake hands with
me - he asked.
Il sn I at
enough.
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A great leap.
Harrison era n {
was at the key Of
the wireless con-
troller. Quickly
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The Safety or
The Fleet

VI lHdL
for an instant! Where it goes we're
going, and the man who is in it must
not know we're following"
Don't worry, lady" came the
quiet answer of the chauffeur. Ill
keep him in sight"
Dixie Mason leaned back in the
machine again. Once more she
brought forth the notebook. Again
she looked at the line which had
burned itself into her brain-a line
that read:
Examine < torpedo before feet
A half hour later Won Lertz's ma
chine was on the ferry, crossing to
Staten Island, while Won Lertz him
self dozed in the tonneau, little
knowing that just behind him, on
the same ferry, was another ma
chine containing a person very much
awake, Dixie Mason, determined to
learn just exactly where he was go
ing and who he intended to see there.
So much for the ally who was
working for the said Harrison Grant.
And in the meantime the person
upon whom he had really counted
was having his difficulties.
Far over on Staten Island the spy
whom Dick Stewart had trailed from
the Criminology Club had turned into
thick underbrush, circled, seen the
man behind him, lain in wait. and
then, with one powerful blow, felled
him, hurrying on toward the shack
and workers on the torpedo.
But that delay, while It had placed
Dick Stewart in a position where he
could no longer follow the spy from
the Hohenzollern Club, had saved
Daxie Mason from an embarrassing
position. For that delay had been
just long enough for Dixie Mason to
see Heinric Won Lertz enter the
shack. to watch him leave again.
then to allow the little daredevil of
the Secret Service to creep to the
shack, ascend an old ladder which
she found leaning against the build
inc. and peep through the old trap
in the roof. And there she saw: