The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1918-06-01

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it claimed To be On friendly terms and
by whom it was trusted. Dixie Ma
son glanced up at its close cur
tanned windows. Somewhere inside
was Won Papen, gone there on an ere
rand unknown to her but which she
knew had some bearing on the events
OF the afternoon. What was his
mission?
In moment the answer was given
her. High UP on the roof the slender
antennae OF a wireless outfit was be-
ing raised. Higher and higher with
slim tentacles spreading as the ma
chinery inside that controlled 1t was
operated.
There was no need for conjecture
now. Dixie Mason knew the mean
ing OF Won Papen's mad rush to reach
this house. It was to reach another
wireless depot from which messages
could be caught and stopped. And
she had been the means Of assisting
him to his purpose! Dixie Mason
turned and ran to her car. A moment
later she was breaking all traffic
regulations as she sped toward the
Crimfnology club with one idea IN
mind--to reach Harrison Grant.
But already the, message Of warn
ing to the sugar ships far out on the
ocean had been flashed from Say
Vile The gigantic efforts Of the
German spies to stop the messages
had been to no purpose. Harrison
Grant upon finding the report Of the
bombs placed in the hold of the sugar
ships had stopped first to order the
warning sent through Sayyille, and
then calling Cavanaugh, Sisson and
Steward, had hurried with them to
the dock to warn the crew Of the
Cragside of the bomb in her hold,
and prevent, IL possible, a catastro-
phe. But as they approached the
dock the black clouds of smoke dark
ening the clear sky told them they
were too late. The Cragside was a
mass OF flames and the dock an in
ferno Of smoke through which the
wet rubber coats OF firemen cleaned.
Huge streams Of water played on the
Inflated. vessel, and the shouts and
yells of excited dock hands mingled
with the roar of flames and water
and the weird sirens of newly arriv-
ing fire engines.
There was little they could do
there. Grant, sickened at the appal-
ling waste and the heartlessness Of
the crime, which they had been too
late to prevent, turned his footsteps
slowly back toward the club. Was
there no end to fiendlshness which
could concoct such acts as this
Would the eyes OF the people never
be opened to the danger that stalked
abroad among them in the guise Of
friendship? Would this country, too,
be drawn into the war that was sap
ping the strength Of the nations and
causing a depth of misery such as
the world had never before expert
enced? Grant wondered at it all,
wishing that things were not as they
were. marveling that others would
not see that peace could never exist
with a government which fawned
and smiled and offered the hand of
friendship even as it planned acts
too treacherous for an honorable ma
ton to conceive of.
He had stretched his weary limbs
in the deep softness Of the leather
couch in the lounging room Of the
club. Doubtless he heard the sound
Of car drawn up to the curb before
the club. If he did he was too tired
to care who 1t was.
Dixie Mason still in her mannish
auto toys signalled to Pat Hennessy
at the door Of the club.
Tell Mr.. Grant to come at once
and bring his best men with him,