The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1918-06-15

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man interests in America.
A short way down the shore was
the lighthouse, long since abandoned
though still picturesque Dixie, some
what wearied from an afternoon of
skating had retreated to the shelter
house. AS she unlaced her skating
shoes, she glanced UP to see through
the window group of men passing.
One Of them she recognized as Har-
rison Grant. For moment her
heart throbbed wildly and q fear that
he had come to the Inlet for the skat-
ing and that again she would be seen
with, Won Lertz, left her weak. But
she stifled it. Her own hopes and
fears and desires must not influence
the work she had set her hand to.
She watched with relief the group
Of figures as they passed on their
way toward the lighthouse. A vague
wonder as to their intent fitted
through her mind and then was blot
ted out by a new interest. Madame
Stephan had arrived. Dixie saw her
glance over the crowd outside, single
out Won Lertz and beckon to him with
a gesture irnperceptible to one I'M
trained to catch the slightest gesture
and attach a meaning to it.
Won Lertz gIided to the shore and
stopped before her. They were beside
the shelter house and close to the
window. ..-
Dixie heard Madame Stephan's
voice, quiet but ringing with sup
pressed excitement.
A Trap For Grant.
Grant has gone to raid the dyna-
mite depot in the lighthouse"
"Yes?" Won Lertz' interest was in
slant "And the trap?"
set and ready to spring"
A shived Of dread passed through
Dixie Mason. What was this trap
they spoke of? Grant was in dan
ger! The man whom Dixie could
not forget nor put out of her mind.
The man who occupied her thoughts
as no man had done before. She
wavered-and then Strengthened up
determinedly. She smiled graciously
at Madame Stephan, entering the
shelter house. And she walked out to
where Won Lertz was awaiting her
still smiling, but her heart was heavy
with anxiety for Harrison Grant. A
man skating in long curves glided
past and then with a sudden turn
faced her. He glanced at her closely
as he skated slowly backward. Dixie
had seen him several times during
the afternoon. She had noticed him
cycling Won Papen and Boy-Ed.
faint hope came to her. Could 1t DC
that he was a forward shadow p
the man who takes the risk of the
Secret Service to aid some other man
to gain evidence?
She caught his eye, and winked
quickly, her eyelids making the dots
and dashes of the Morse code.
Secret Service?" she signalled,
The man nodded. DiXie's heart
bounded with hope. She signalled
again.
'Grant-danger- lighthouse"
She turned to Won Lertz. Look
ing back she saw the Secret Service
man making for the shelter house.
The two men whom Harrison Grant
and his operatives found in the light
house submitted to arrest with unus-
uaI alacrity The ease with which they
were taken puzzled Grant for mo-
ment bat it was forgotten in the In
terest awakened by the place they had
raided. Grant ordered the men to
drive to headquarters with the cap
tured spies, deciding to make further
Investigations himself
Searching a Bomb Factory.
The lower room of the lighthouse
bore all the evidence Of a typical
bomb mandatory The oCsor OF
chemicals hung heavy in the air. Ia
bles were loaded with retorts and
measuring glasses. Lengths Of leaden
pipe and great jars of acid were
stored on broad shelves. Grant mar
yelled at the great stores Of material
on hand, and the indications of prep
arations being made for wholesale
destruction, In one corner OF the room
were several packing boxes labelled
Dynamite and coiled lengths Of
fusing.
Grant hands IN poeket, had taken
q mental inventory OF the contents OF
the room. 1t would be necessary to
secure further help. The lighthouse
must be guarded until the destructive
store Of materials It held could be re-
moved to places ia which they could
put them to better use. He walked
nauEingly to the window. Far down
the inlet the crowds OF skaters still
held sway and the late afternoon sun
shone brilliantly on tho myriad coli
ored throng 1t was very quiet In the
room. So quiet indeed that Grant
started suddenly at b muffled but
clearly audible Click The sound
was a familiar one. IL was the click
of the hammer OF gun that had
failed to fire, and II came from above.
For one moment Grant heRitated
as succession Of thoughts rapidly
passed through his brain Leading 90
an upper room ait one corner was q
ladder. His assistant whoever he
was was In that upper rooms Grant
made a dash for the ladder but his
onrush was stopped midway aa
revolver, thrown with heavy force