Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-06-22

where the detective stood. "A SeOue<
Service man gave me an order a little
while ago. he wasn't any more'n a boy.
He says to be sure to raid that under-'
taking shop across the way and then 20
on to the main camp I'm the gorge"
Thanking his informant Grant called
his men around him and issued quick.
incisive orders. Leaving Cavanfugh and
Stewart to oversee the raiding of the
undertaking shop, he selected his mss.
and loaded them into the waiting nAUss
chimes. Soon the streets of Exeter re-.
sounded with the roar of speeding auto.
mobiles, whirlng through in cloud Of
dust to the mountains beyond and the
camp that lay in the gorge.
Time was too short for the Secret
Service to catch up all the tangled
threads of this plot. While the waiting
automobiles whired Grants men to the
camp in the gorge. the station master
was telephoning frantically to Voa
Lertz And short half hour later their
big automobile was grinding its way
southwark, carrying Madame stephan
and her partner in intrigue away from
the scene of the fiasco.
Up on the Canadian border. mounted
troops. summoned from twenty barracke
by the Chief and Grant. rushed to pros
tect the passes. tunnels and bridges. and
throw a line of soldiery along thS
frontier. 4 -
Out at the camp the headquarters
were suddenly surrounded and under
cover of guns in the hands OF Grants
men the reservists were herded together
and placed under arrest. Leaving them
out to look about the camp. He found
the powder house and supply. depots
hidden deep in the gorge. and as he
stood and wondered at the hugeness Of
time, his gaze wandered from one obs
ject to another. Suddenly 1t centered
on little figure lying Just below him
in the sleep Of sheer exhaustion. He
stepped down the hillside and stopped
beside the boulder.
Poor ,youngster," he muttered. ia
AS he stopped and lifted the Sleep
ing form, the cap slipped from the boy.
ish head and a mop of curly hair waved
eyes opened and looked into his sud
denly hand sought to pull the coat
which had fallen open; together. But
It was too late, Grant had caught sight
of the Secret Service star.
Dixie Mason! - Grant breathed. I'M
the service? Oh, Dixie" and his arms
closed about her a little tighter than
was necessary, although Dixie Mason
while Harrison Grant stood holdlns
Dixie Mason In his arms with the cares
Of the world, the troubles, the strain.
slipping away from him, In the great
relief Of his discovery, many. many miles
away the first seeds were being sowp
for plot that equaled the one they had
Just quelled. ~'~'rl
In the interior of a fortune-telling en-.
porium in Hopewell. Va, sat a woman In,
the garb Of gypsy fortune-teller. Her
features were cold and heavy. her eyes
piercing, and her voice when she spok6
belied with cultural accents the gafb .of
the southern people she had donne6.es
"Minna," she called, and as the
tapestries that hung the room wea0
pushed aside by a maid, she spoke guie1ss'
ly: ~
Telegraph Won Papen to send me- =
good man at once for dangerous workA
ayes, Baroness" she answered. and
disappeared.
Copyright, 1918. by the Wheeler Syndi-
cate. Inc.) 4sg
Ncrt Saturdays episodc--No. il-A<'
The burning of Hope,ccH, Va, a.
tchich a thriping city of $4,000 vdS
spept from the face of the earth iMs,
Imperial Germany's mad desire t0ss.
destroy all America. II necessary,
to preuent shipment OF munitionSs
abroad.