Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-05-04

while far in the rear, the reserve launcl
containing his men. was striving vainli |
TO summon the speed to overtake II. Ol
and on It was going--a moment morI
massive, thunderous battleship, mol
ment more
All the strength that Harrison GranI
possessed sped into the Sinews of hiI
arm and back. with a great wrencl
he freed the grasp Of the spy uDot
him. Then, with tremendous lung
he literally raised the form of thI
struggling man, and threw him higl
over his shoulders and into the tre'
mendOus currents below
A great lead
Harrison CRAM
po,er.irr tho was at the key d
| Current troIIer OuiclIy I'll
reversed it, sendinI
the current craclI
ling out over the Narrows. But would
the effect come in time? Would TIL!
electric current swerve the course ID
great battleship before II from destrucI
ton? Gaspng and painting, HarrisoI
Grant watched for the result, his soli
agonized, his heart pounding with achI
ing severity \ secondhand the torpedI
had not moved from it's course AM
other-Harrison Grant bent forward
happily. out there in the choppy waterI
OF the Narrows, he believed he had seeI |
tneTI
it had moved full three feet from i'll
Now textbook, The men on the re|
serve launch were waving their arml
and clamberng to the top of the launcl
as II sped along. The torpedo had novel
more in its COurSe-now II seemed d
be turnlng-it was turning \ great
glad cry broke from the lips Of HarrisoI
Grant, The torpedo was making a ful
SemicirCle in the water nOw-On the rod
Of the reserve launch a CrmnologI
Club detective was preparing to dive I'D
to the water for the desperate purpoSI
Of kicking the wireless antennae frorI
the explosive monster and making
useless, while on beyond. there wherI
the guns We're booming. where the flagI
were flying and the bands were playing
the great Atlantic fleet, safely, trj
umphantly. wsS sailing through thI
Narrows, out to the freedom of the ope
sea.
Harrison Grant watched happily fol
a moment, then turned to make his wal
back through the tunnel and TO the irI
terrogation Of the captured spy. 1t wal
then that he noticed that his brow wal
covered with cold perspra tiOn, thai
his collar was wilted-in spite Of TIL
almost cold day-that he was ShakinI
and trembling from the excitement q
the chase. He reached for his handkerl
chief. then hestated at the touch of I'D
retlcue in his pocket. Wonderingly Ill
brought 1t forth and examined IT,
"A woman's party chateaino," hi
muSed Some spy that's mixed UP II
this thing, ! guess. Dropped II ComnI
from the shack. ! wonder if there's AMI
thing in it to give "A clue to her ideII
tity."
He pulled open the bag. lie stared
moment at the initials of the cardcasl
which lay within, then opened
feverishly The wondering expression q
his eyes changed to grimness. His lip|
resolved themselves into a straight lind
Slowly they repeated the name on tn
card:
Miss Dixie Mason!"
The battleships in the distance seemel
TO fade. The sound of the sirens, tn
booming guns, all drifted into nothing
ness. Duly, mono;onously the lips q
Harrison Grant framed the words:
Dixie Mason; SosShe was the onel
Dixie Mason-a spy"
NCrt Saturdays CpiSodc-NO. n
EW be the coming Of Franz UOJl
RiHtciCH to America, tCith $50 900,
O0O 10 spend on death and deStrHcl
ton. HOiC one Of his plots, TO burJl
and destroy thousands of head on
HrestOcE, TO iHjUrc the Allies, aud I'd
preCeHt shipments across the Atldn1
tic, lcdS frustrated.