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Notary Public at Standrod bank.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1918-12-22
THE MAN WHO LOST III

three chairs, big scale map of Lon
don, a Phoenix insurance almanac and
photogravure reproduction of Mona
Lisa. The floor was covered WIKI
linoleum, and the window gave upon
Il blank wall.
This was the room where creditors
and stray visitors had to wait. Jones
took a chair and looked about him,
Humanity may be divided into three
classes: Those who. having seen
adore: those who tolerate, and those
who detest Mona Lisa. Jones detest.
ed her That leery, sleery. slippery
poisonous face was as hateful to him
as the mask of a serpent.
He was looking at the lady when
the door opened and in came Voles.
Nolcs looked yellower and older this
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affair it can be. especially If you are
speaker. Sprinkle few women
through the audience, and behold the
livening effect. At party or pub
lie meeting in the wheat pit or the
battlefield, women, or the recollec-
ton of woman, form or forms one
of the greatest liveners to CONVEX
sation. speech or action. Most men
Jones, as he sat up and drank his
morning tea. gazing the while at the
vision of Teresa. Countess of Roches-
ter, had found, almost unknown to
himself, a new incentive to action.
The position yesterday had begun to
sag, very little would have made him
quit" take hundred pounds from
the eight thousand and a passage by
the next boat to the states; but that
girl in the victoria, those eyes. that
everything.
Was he In love? Perhaps not, but he
was fascinated, held, dazzled
More than that. the world seemed
strange--brighter; he felt younger
filed with an energy of new brand.
He whistled as he crossed the floor
to look out of the window, and as he
tubbed he splashed the water about
like boy.
1t was easy to see that the unfor-
tunate man had tumbled into posi-
ton more fantastic and infinitely
more dangerous than any position he
had hitherto occupied since setting
foot in the house of Rochester.
That vanished and fantastic humor-
list would have found plenty to feed
his thoughts could he have re-
turned.
The check book from the National
Provincial BaNk arrived by the first
post, and after breakfast he put it
aside in drawer of the bureau in the
smoking room. He glanced through
the usual sheaf of letters from un-
known people. tradesmen. whose ac-
counts were marked account rem
dered" and gentlemen who signed
themselves with the names of coun-
ties. One of the latter seemd indig-
nant.
Il take this id bad of you.
Rochester" said he. 1--WE found it
out at last. you are the man respon-
sible for that telegram. l lost three
days and nights sleep rushing up to
Cumberland on wild goose chase,
and I'm telling people all about it,
Some day you'll land yourself in a
mess. Jokes that may be funny
amongst board school boys are out Of
place amongst men.
"LANGWATHBY."
Jones determined to send Langwath
by a telegram of apology when he
had time to look his name up in
WHO'S Who" then he put the letters
aside. called for his hat and cane and
left the house.
He was going to Voles first.
guessed that the fight with Marcus
Mulhausen would be a battle to the
death. He reckoned a lot on Voles
In trafalgar Square he called taxi
and told the driver to take him to
Jermyn street.
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CHAPTER XIV.
The Attack,

a. >. Noles, money lender and bill
discounter lived over his business.
That is to say his Office was his din
ing room. He owned the house in
Jermyn street. Jones, dismissing the
taxi. rang the bell and was admit ed
py man servant, who. not sure
whether MIR. Voles was in or not in.
vhed the visitor into small room
on the right of the entrance hall and
closed the door on him
The room contained desk table
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ing of resentment. The turning of
the Earl of Rochester upon him had
been the one great surprise of his
life. He had always fancied that he
knew character aud his fancy was
not i'll founded. His confidence in
himself had been shaken.
Good morning." said Jones. II
have come to have little talk with
you"
sit down." said Voles.
They seated themselves, Noles be-
fore the desk.
81 haven't come to fight" said Jones,
''just to talk You know that Mar
Gus MulhauSen has got that Welsh
land from me for five thousand. and
that it is worth maybe million
now"
Noles nodded.
We'll. Mulhausen has to give that
property back"
,VOles laughed.
You needn't laugh. You have seen
smooth toward you now-but there
is no occasion to laugh. I'm going
to skin Mulhausen."
We'll" said Noles. What have
. 70 do with that?"
YOU are the knife"
"Oh"
Eyes, indeed. Let's talk. When
you got that eight thousand from me,
you We're only the agent of the Pin
limon woman and she was only ,, the
you got something, but Marcus got
the most. Julian got something,
too, but it was Marcus got the
joints. He gave you three the
and the tail. I've had it out with
the Plinlimon woman and l know
You were a gang"
Noles heaved up in his chair.
Cd ,W VI tbi mDrs have you to say?" ask
"A lot. There is nothing more diff
ficult to get at than a gang. because
they cover each others traces. ] pay
!ou a certain sum in cash. you de-
duct your commission and hand the
woman, she pays her pa. and gets
few hundred to pay her millner.
Who's to prove anything: No cheques
have passed"
I'm glad You see my point" re-
piled Jones. Nov if you can't unite
a knot you can always cut it If you
have a knife-can't you?"
We'll, I said you were knife.
didn't !. and I'm going to cut this
knot with you. see my point?"
mot in the least"
Pm sorry, because that makes me
speak plain, and that's unpleasant.
This is my meaning. ] have to get
that property back, or else ! will 60
n
gang. Tell the whole story. / Will
accuse Marcus. DO you understand
that? Marcus, and Marcus daughter,
and Marcus son, and you. And !
won't do that tomorrow. I'll do it
today. Tonight the WHOLE caboodle
OF you will be in jail
You said you hadn't come to fight,
, cried Noles. what do you want!
Haven't you had enough from me?
Yet you drive me like this. It's dam
gerous."
IT have not come TO fcb+ east
not you. On the cont "nen
get this property back, If it turns
out worth million. I'll maybe pay
you your losses. You've been pay
ing the piper for Marcus, it seems
to me-
II have" groaned Noles.
The two words proved to Jones that
he was right all through.
We'll, it's Marcus I'm up against,
and you have to help me-"
Then Noles began to speak. The
something oriental in his nature. the
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1918-12-22
CHAPTER XIII.
Teresa.

He woke up next morning. to find
the vision of Teresa, Countess of
Rochester-so he called her-stand-
ing by his bedside.
Have you ever for a moment con-
sidered the influence of women Go
to public meeting composed en-
tirely of men and see what heavy
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sition. recapture that mine, prove
himself-would she, if he told her all
would She?
He fell asleep murmuring the word
Tpresa
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WITTY AMID FALLING SHELLS
irishman Within an Inch Of Death An.
swered Superior's Fool Question
With Ready Humor.

AS Private Mulligan Of the
til Irish was leaning against the
sandbag parapet. dividing his period
Of guard between nervous glances
through the battered periscope and
day-dreams Of the little colleen back
in the Emerald isle, noisy shell Of
the 50 pattern insinuated it's brazen
nasal organ into the earth about two
feet in front of Pats parapet, thereby
making far different channel Of
thought for the Irishman.
After the smoke had cleared little
and the confusion subsidized subaltern
in action for the first time protruded
his startled vision from a nearby dug
out. and gaZed in horror on the only
visible portion of Patrick that be-
ing his head, and in voice of plain
tive inquiry asked:
Er-er-Mulligan was that q
SHELF"
For a moment Pat looked innumer-
able things at his superior, and then,
remembering who he was, answered,
keeping the sarcasm as much to him.
self as possible:
"No, sorr. Shure, 1t was only an cy-
plosive bullet, sorr"
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Trying 70 % Their esl

While nearly every woman 10 trying
to do her bit In some way, there are q
least . hundred thousand other fair
ones who believe they can serve their
country BY breaking into tho movies,
notes q New York critic. That IL why
every motion-picture once u crowded
with applicants and why motion-pic
ture managers are busy men these days
Of frantic nlmdom. Il requires much
patience, nerve and sometimes q ret
Of burglars tools to enable q would-be
actress to reach Manager. however,
but IN overdressed woman Of rather
ripe years gushed her way past the
array Of ONCE boys ami CLERKS into
the sanctum Of the man who hires and
nreA II wish TO become q movie &C
tress." she announced. II feel that
have within me the makings Of O great
impersonator Of the Silent drama"
sHave you ever had any experience.
MADAME" asked the manager. N1nR
II you please" simpered the applicant
mo, haven't any experience. ~
face Is my fortune" well, you neoa
not worry about the income tax, n
that's the case" grunted the nanasuE
Don't slam the door,"
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st consciousness even to her pres

lost consciousness even to her pres
ence.
She told me later that l lay there
motionless for two hours, 80 still, 70
softly breathing. as to almost brighten
her. Twice she leaned close to assure
herself that did actually breathe, and
her fingers felt for the beat Of pulse at
my wrist. It was the coma Of sheer ex-
haustion. The bull-like roar OF a
startled voice forward awoke me. I
caught no word, only the sound, but
there was note to 1t like the violence
Of blow. I sat up, staring about, the
entire scene within the range Of vision
Photographic itself upon my brain.
The ocean heaved in long green Bill
lows. crested with foam, the boat MS
ing and falling as steadily as a rock
Ing chair; the sun no longer beat down
upon US from cl0udless sky, but ap-
peared as fiery red disk through q
cloud OF vapor, which swept along the
surface Of the water obscuring the cir
Gle Of horizon. Liverpool stood erect
In the boats bow, holding himself firm
by gripping the inverted oar, his free
hand followed to make a trumpet Of
his voice. Every other face was turned
forward, yet for an instant, the flap
ping shirts, improvised for sails, pre-
vented my seeing the cause of excite
ment. Then Leayord. with an oath,
damned down his helm, and the dinghy
swept to port, mounting a wave crest
like a bird in flight, and there burst
out directly ahead the sharp PROV of
"a two-masted schooner, bearing
straight down toward us, sailing before
the wind.
"Ahoy there! Alloy r" yelled Red and
Olson, almost in one voice. Port your
helm! Curse you. port your helm!"
1t was almost like vision, that YES
sel-a grim, nlenncing specter, leaptng
straight on toward us out of the mist,
the white foam circlfng from her sharp
cut-water. her spars and ropes sill
houetted against the gray fog, her
main sheets reefed. but with topsails
bellying to the sharp breeze, yet with
not a Sign of human life visible.
"Put your helm down, Leayord!
Hard down, man." sobbed. shell be
into Us in minutel Az! that's bet.
ter; stand by. forward. Il there Il any
chance lay hold"
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CHAPTER XXI.
A peath 6hln.

Il WAS Gods miracle that we lived
and kept atioat; that we were not
sucked under. or crushed into drift.
wood. To this day I know not what
occurred. or how we held upright
There was a crash, branching sound.
a mad plunging Of the tortured boat
under us. My hands gripped vainly at
the steel sides slipping past-then sud.
denly the wild race ended with a jerk,
with leap Of the boat through a surge
Of water drenching Us to the skin, and
we struck the schooner's side . blow
which. It seemed to me must crush
every plank into atoms. I held Vera
to me ready for the end, but Leayord
yelled wildly:
'"Thst's It Redi make fast thersi
make fasti Lively now, before We 60
down. Tho mixzen chains, Olson Up
you 80. my lady heaven he made
I'll"
! was on my feet now. understands
ing It all. realizing the value Ut each
second. owing that the shattered
boat must be sinking under Us. also
got grip on the chains. and the three
Of NJ held on desperately, Red hauling
the single rope end taut. and looping 1t
about the thwnrt.
"Ferc. Olson; reach your arms
down: take the woman hrst-there's
no time To wait for help. Now. Vera
quick, girl: the boat Il sinking under
u.s."
She stepped onto my shoulders,
grnsred the chains to steady herself |;
then gripped Olson's hand, sprang up-
ward. and WINS drawn safely In.
turned to the others.
make fast, Red There b nothing
more to be done but get out. One at
time now: here, White. you're Grip
pied. 30 first-hoist him up, Masters !;
now ease in there, Olson-good enough.
You're next. Masters"
CTO BE CONTNUND.l
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| AB0ySand GirH([N
PWCledr meSklnAF> |
Irwin CutlCurdN1
MSoop and Ointment 25e each EveruwhereM |
Tied His Doc to "Flivver."
Soap and Ointment rs each EveruwhereN

When Henry Ward, prominent in Sa-
lima (Kan.) business affairs. tied his
vicious bulldog to his "fivver," merely
as protection to dogs with better dis
positions, he was arrested.
"Guilty?" asked the court, after in
forming the defendant he was charged
with violating city ordinance against
attaching tin can to dogs tail.
eyes, SIR" was the reply.
'Eleven dollars" said the court. And
Mr.. Ward paid.
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tensity of struggle-McCann fighting
desperately to escape; Bascom exer-
cising all the mad strength Of insanity
to retain hold Of his victim. II either
uttered q sound, heard 1t not. 1t was
like q horrid picture projected from
out the smoke cloud, and as instantly
fading. / saw the mems faces, ex-
ultant hatred in one, unspeakable ter
ror In the other; witnessed the strain
Of muscle, the awful effort to rend
apart arms and limbs. It was a vision
of hell, yet almost before I could thus
vision 1t, the two figures were engulfed
in sea Of flame; where they went
into the seething caldron, or over the
rail into the depths of ocean, can
never tell. They were there, struggling
like hends, horror unspeakable in a
frame Of smoke and fire; then that
curtain Of death and fire dropped
and they were no more.
I may have Jumped; may have re-
leased my hold upon the backstay, and
fallen. The deck planks were hot to
my feet, and serpents Of fame crept
along the seams as though reaching for
me with tongues Of fire. staggered
back with hands held before my eyes.
half blinded with the glare. still seeing.
in crazed memory that awful spectacle
Of death and horror. From far below
q CRY reached my ears-a woman's
agonized cry shrieking upward through
the crackle and roar Of flames until it
even penetrated my brain. ana brought
me life again:
Robert! Robert! Come to met"
I turned. and gripped the rail. With
ono swing was over It, my body
hurting through the air. down into the
black sea. As came back to the sur
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face, every numbed faculty restored by
the plunge. the icy grip Of the water.
the glow Of the flames above me re-
vealed the small boat. Dashing the
moisture from my eyes, conscious only
Of the pleading In her extended arms.
I swan toward 1t. Then behind me the
ship burst into a thousand fragments,
rending apart with the report Of
mighty gun. and shooting upward In a
volcano Of flame. went downtown
down. and knew no more.
Il one could be in an instant trans
ferred from the most fantastic depths
Of an inferno to the heavenly delights
Of paradise, his experience would not
seem stranger. or more impossible than
mine. had sunk to death, about me
every horror of noise and sight; the
black night. the glare Of fame, the
roar Of explosion, the icy clutch Of wa
ter; what followed that plunge into tho
depths was unconsciousness. ! awoke
with vcra's eyes smiling into mine, her
face bent above mej the golden sun
light Of a new dawn resting on her
hair. I could but stare up at her, I'M
able to comprehend, half believing Il
all vision to, ~ quickly dissolve into
mist. Yet I was rational, my brain
swiftly clearing to the truth. The hand
which held mins was Of flesh and
blood; those were no dream eyes smil-
ing their welcome. and ] was lying In
a boat bobbing UP and down to the
surface Of the sea. Words came to my
lips, . whispered question:
"You-you picked mo up1 ~ are
stu at scar
Yes. dear; OIL I am % giadl Lie
still. you are not strong enough 70 1t
up yet
"Oh. yes I am see. Iwm lean against
your shoulder. Why, It is actually
morning: the sun II an hour high"
Ny eyes left her face to survey the
others, and the cockleshell In which We
floated. The little boat bore up brave
" under its load, although White and
Olson were both bailinx, and my eyes
took note Of several charred spots
along the sunwals showing the touch
Of IRE. Leayord was at the tiller, and
seemed to comprehend an that I was
most eager TO learn
sYss, we're stu a0oat Gr," he aid,
With . sailors hopefulnesa But it's
Gods mercy. By every token Ne
should have been blown out Of the
water when the Indian CHIEF exploded,
but somehow the gust of It didn't hit
IN. We was showered wifh IRE. an hit
BY . lot Of nyin' stun. but nuthin' to
wreck the boat White had his arm
broke By . piece . timber. an en- or
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Literal.

Agnes, aged three. had got some but
ter on her hand, and to get 1t off she
put her hand around her mothers
waist and wiped her hand on her
mothers apron. Her mother said: 'Is
this an embrace?" NO." Agnes re-
piled. ITS butter"
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CHAPTER XXX.
A Day In the Best.

A Day In the Best.
! turned, my fingers yet gripping the
rail- Before then Ind had no time to
think. to appreciate the full terror Of
cur situation. to realize the horror Of
the spectacle. In that last instant this
burst upon me In all Its vivid horror.
Between tho two matches the deck was
. sheet Of flames; already the canvas
Of the lower yards had caught. and was
blazing nercely. T1e red writhlng SER
penis. famed BY the wind. were sweep
Ing aft In pillows, tipped with black
smoke, dense and sufsocatins. All
about us tho glare Of dancing IRE. the
swirl Of shadowy smoke clouds; the
air was hot. almost clustering. saw
nothing Of McCann.
lie Isn't In the boatr
~No. ar."
well, w can't w1it-1owse swap
yes. I'm coming"
They must have unlocked the falls
ct my nrst word. for the boat sank just
a. I swung to the rail. This, and .
sight suddenly revealed against the
front Of the cabin, held me there.
cling1ng to . stay. struck motionless
with horror. heard Vera cry out from
below:
Robert Robert Don't watt
jumpi"
But the words seemed to have NO
meaning. no power to impress me; for
an instant the sight beheld paralysed
my brain. The lashed wheel still held
the nhip to the wind. and the clouds
Of smoke belched AFT. becoming 20
dense could not see across the deck
to the port rail. knew not where
they came from. nor how they had met
In that last death grapple. An ] know
II that suddenly, both bodies wrapped
u lame. and half shrouded In wreaths
of smoke. the glare Of 6re on their
fhee6. every muscle strsining h The In
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To Cure q Cold In One Day
Take LAXATIVE BROMO Ouinne Tablets. n stous
the Cough and Headache and works OF the Cold.
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When fox occupies the Judges
bench the goose on trial has 60 earthly
show.