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Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-11-05
By GEORGE BARTON
author Of "The Worlds Greatest Military
Spies and Secret Service Agents"

well, Amy, I'm sorry to leav
YOU"
She lifted the edge of her aproI
to her eyes and wiped away fugitive
tear.
''Not half so much as am to Sc,
you go, SIR" she answered with ,
snifle.
This was embarrassing I hoped tha
Amy had not been so foolish as {,
fall in love with me. She soon dis.
abused my mind.
I'm scared ut this house, sir.
don know which way to turn. Some
thin terrible is always happenin'."
| laughed in spite of myself. Ye
the girl had described the situation
perfectly. Even those who were NOR,
sophisticated than this domestic hat
felt the haunting influence which she
| had described so well in her homely
manner. As ] glanced up at her
was struck by the look of terror il
her eyes. it was not assumed. II
was genuine. | attributed it to super
stition. was at loss regarding what
to say to reassure her. But she relieved
me of the necessity.
There was man here this morn
ing" she said, speaking rapidly. III,
came in boat and he crept all arount
the summer house"
Yes | said, waiting to hear more
Yes, sir" she continued "and he,
the same man that was a-creepin
around the hedge on the night yot
came here
nodded. The girls words con
frmed my own impressions.
You're right, Amy. I caught sigh
of him from the window, but when
got down he had gone"
! II l.-It 1.
head and picking nervously at the enc
moment as if undecided what to sa,
next. / imagined that she wanted t.
! tell me something more. but in a mo
ment she turned on her heel and fec
from the room.
Her talk about the man in gray hat
set me thinking. When / left the
breakfast room l strolled out into the
garden and made my way in the di-
rectiOn of the summer house. There
were footprints in the soft earth, but
they did not have any special signiti
cancc to me. ] walked around the side
of the house and noticed a bit of cloth
/ tluttering in the wind. A closer exam
ination proved that it was part of @
coat. 1t was not more than two inches
in diameter. but to me it looked as big
as the Flatiron Building. 1t was the
piece of cloth that had been torn from
the coat of the man in gray when he
was rushing to get away in the motor
boat,
1t was important evidence and
placed it in my wallet for future use.
1t was becoming increasingly evident
that the next move in this game OF
blind mans buff would have to be made
in the city. ] was eager to see Brom
ley Barnes and to compare notes with
him. | felt more positive than ever
that we were getting warm" as the
children say, and that the most trivial
incident might lead to a solution of the
vexatious problem. | looked at my
watch. The next train for the city
would leave in thirty minutes, but be
fore leaving the house | wanted to have
word with Dora Wharton.
CONTINUED TOMORROW
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thing. in her desk at home. She dared
rot betray her presence, and waited
until an outer door had been banged
smut. Then she got ont by the way
she had come in and crossed the wards
stealthily to the cottage back door.
Meanwhile, young Humphrey had
mounted the front steps and changed
the front door bell. SO Janet could
welcome him with only the camouflage
| of surprise.
II saw your csht, Jan; it made me
begin to want to know some things, ~
he made nervously vague explanation.
I've been going through the old
house"
Then you'll come in by my fire. I
haven't ghost to keep me company. I"
But when he came into the shabby,
honey room he stood looking down at
her.
You've worked hard, JAM" he said
I've kept father and mother and the
youngsters going"
And you waited while / was most
forgetting, y: he muttered.
Janet flushed.
That's the difference between n
woman and a man." she said, trying
to sneak lightly. She had never wanted
another it would not be honest to saw
that she had waited with hope for his
return.
He walked the length of the room
and back again.
Il guess seeing you has answered
some questions for me. I've worked
out an honest living, and been in the
trenches, and kept clean, and didn't get
! married. i guess after all you We beei
right there all the time, and now I'll
| show you thing or two. Wasn't it
money | went to get?"
| The money didn't matter'
Meaning the time together did And
man hasn't any business to run
where the fight is easy. I've come too
late for father, but there's time for
Janet was gazing at the hearth fire.
| The Goals of it were glowing and the
paper of that will would burn. The
touch of money had come between
them once. Might it not come again
II she held so much? She wasn't going
to chance that She would be mistress
of the home from young Humphrey S
hands. Surely the old man had shown
that would be his chosen way.
"Janet !" said young Humphrey
gently.
And a moment later, over the flare of
burning paper, Janet kept faith.
Copyright. 1919. by the Wheeler Syndicate,
Inc)
The next complete novelette,, MAX.
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Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-11-05

MY SLEEP was troubled during my
A'1 last night at Hedgewater House and
| awoke early in the morning. In
spite of the shortness of my stay had
become attached to the place and I
contemplated leaving with regret But
had theory regarding the Red Dia
mond which l wished to talk over with
Bromley Barnes and the necessity of
this interview fitted in nicely with my
forced leave taking of the House of
Mystery. But was it wise to leave the
place in possession of two clever and
unscrupulous men like Jacquette and
Jayne? That phase of it had been
carefully considered and was provided
for, as the reader will learn later.
II may be asked why / did not place
the Brazilian under arrest. The answer
is plain enough. In this country a
man cannot be arrested on suspicion.
There must be a warrant sworn out or
he must be caught in the act of com
mitting a crime. | was quite willing to
believe anything against Jacquette, but
so far ! did not have shred of evil
dence that would stand the test in n
court of law.
1t is true that overheard him schem-
ing with jayne in the effort to have
Jayne marry Dora Wharton. But if all
the men who schemed to get rich wives
were arrested it would be necessary TO
enlarge the prisons and penitentiaries
While / dressed / looked out of the
window in the direction of the Harmony
river. 1t was chilly morning and the
difference in the weather reflected itself
in the Rhenish appearance of the rip
pling waters. 1t was a beautiful view
from that upper bedroom window and
1 enjoyed it more than once during my
l.
came sensible of something different in
the outlook I looked again and the
cause of it became apparent. A small
motorboat was tied up at the wharf of
the Wharton estate. That seemed
strange at such an early hour in the
morning. AS finished dressing l went
closer to the window and saw man
skulking about the summer house. He
moved around, gazing on the ground
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and searching in the grass. Who coult
| it be? What did he want? He actet
| like person who had lost something
Once or twice he stood up so that was
able to get good look at him. Sud
denly / made a discovery. lie was The
man in the gray suit who had been Turk
ing about the house the day | arrived
and who had been seen on several occa
sions after that.
1t would be big thing to capture
| him. He could not be engaged in any
legitimate enterprise Else why the
sneaking about the premises? / re
solved to go down and try to get him
At that moment he happened to look vi
and he saw me at the window. II filled
him with sort of panic, for he took
TO his heels and ran like one possessed
But the pocket of his coat caught in Il
nail in the summer house and halted his
flight. | could see the look of i'm
patience on his face as he tore it away
and resumed his run toward the motor
boat.
/ hurried down. but it was too late.
The man and the motorboat were both
gone and as ] reached the bank of the
river the speedy craft was already half
way across the stream. i managed to
get a good look at the man face, how
ever, and | felt confident that ! could
pick it out Of thousand. He had Il
smooth face, sharp features and little
, ferret like eyes. There was nothing
more than ] could do at present, so
made my way back to the house, dis
appointed and wondering how the busi
ness would end.
| was quite as firmly resolved as ever
to see Dora Wharton before leaving the
house. At that early hour | was the
only one astir and ] sat on bench in
the garden and considered how and
when ! should speak to her.
l made up my mind that | should not
present myself in the breakfast room.
/ That would not be agreeable to her
and would place me in the position OF
trying to force myself on her company.
While l was debating this matter Amy
Smith, the maid, appeared. She came
to me rather shyly, twisting the end OF
her apron in her nervous fingers and
scarcely lifting her eyes. From the look
of her face she had been weeping.
''If you please, sir" she said. with
half curtsey, 1--WE prepared some
breakfast for you. Would you like it
now?"
] was on my feet in an instant.
Nothing would suit me better.
Amy" l replied, "and / think you
were very considerate to think of me. "
She seemed overcome with embarrass
ment at these words and hurried back
to the house. None of the other serv-
ants had arisen at this hour, so that
she not only prepared my breakfast,
but served it as we'll All through the
meal she exhibited evidences of emo
tion which ] attributed to her goodness
of heart over my departure 1 felt
f1attered to think that l had won the
good will and confidence of servant
of whose existence, heretofore, / had
only been vaguely conscious. Amy was
not a beautiful girl. She was not even
good looking. She had large features
and pleading eyes like an animal that
begs for a little kindness, In the
largeness of my heart 1 wished to say
pleasant word to the girl. ] handed
her coin, and said casually:
Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-11-05
THE DAILY NOVELETTE,
.JANET
BY Ruby II. Martyr

TANET folded the paper and tucked
- it into q pigeonhole of her desk. 1t
was long and legal and the reading had
left her pink with excitement. Cyrus
Humphrey last will and testament
gave to her the big, old house and what
other of this worlds goods he had pos
sessed. There wasn't any need for hav-
ing set it down that Janet Bingham
was the woman his son had meant to
marry. ten years ago. Old Humphrey
had turned the young man out because
he insisted upon the girl who lived in
the cottage next door, and then, too
proud to ask her to share his poverty,
Young Humphrey had disappeared into
the great world beyond Riverdale.
Tomorrow would be time enough to
commence legal proceedings. Now Janet
opened desk drawer and took from. it
n large iron key. She had found it on
the hearth rug that last night after
Humphrey left her. The side door of
the big house to which it belonged had
always been little used. Since that night
II had not been opened. Janet had kept
the key as a token of sorts SO she
slipped on a dark sweater and went
out. The evening air was keen and the
yard so dark she had to guess her way
across it to the hedge, which she man
aged to squirm through. 1t was there
that old man Humphrey had gruf1y de-
manded her pledge of silence and passed
her the will, two months before.
Janet found her way straight across
the big house yard to that side door.
She was alone.
The woman's hand trembled as she fit
ted in the key and the bolt creaked
back in the socket. After all, she was
going to be mistress of the big house
In his gruff, ungracious way old
Humphrey had meant to proclaim his
admiration for her constancy and pluck
He had understood too late her worth
for his impetuous son.
Her hand flash made tiny streaks in
the thick interior darkness. Familiar
objects took on ghoulish lines. Was
there IL noise? Janet shivered. A door
opened. She could feel air moving
against her flushed face. There were
steps across another room and she
crouched behind shrouded sofa. Some
one tall crossed to the window. Janet
saw the lean. chin up, broad shouldered
profile of him against the night sky
Young Humphrey had come home at
this dark hour.
He stood there for some time. Janet
wondered if he noticed the lighted win
dows of the house over the hedge. The
wait for her was like an interminable
time of memories. There was the clean
strength of his young love- her years
of hard work and loneliness; that legal
Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-11-05

'Ker- choo !" he went again, and then
her- choo Ker- choo Ker- choon in a
rapid fire of sneezes.
'Snee2e on until you have sneezed.al II
the rage and meanness out of Won, -
SAID DO lila. and he turned from tho
sneezlng Ramda- Kin to the little brown
girl. he looked at the cut in her cheel,
where she had been grazed bv the
sword which Ramda Kin had thrust
INTO the basket, then washed off tho
wound with fresh water.
1t is only scratch" he said
Some day you may be killed doing
that basket trick" "
:. That is what l fear" sobbed the
little brown girl in a soft, sweet voice.
Il m so afraid SO afraid -
''Is Ramda- Kin your father" asked
Oo- Ia la.
$50 he says" whispered the little
brown girl. looking fearfully at the
sneezing Hindu but sometimes | feel
he isn't. In the dark nights. when |
am alone, / seem to remember another
father and a beautiful home. NY name
then seems to be lIada instead of Shee .
ba., as he calls me. Maybe it is only
dream, a queer: queer dream"
"Humph - said 90 la la. Its a
dream worth looking into"
"Aa choo! Ker -choo. Aa- -choo -
went Ramda Kin. Peggy wondered il
Oo- la were really going to let him
sneeze his head of.
"Aa choo Ker- choo. I'll be good /!
Aa choo," he sneezed
So be it; .but beware the power of
my magic" said 90 la la. throwing a
bucket of water in Ramda Kin's face,
Ramda Kin spluttered and gurgled,
but he sneezed no more.
Mighty magician. he said. bowing
low before 90 la la, take me as YOUR
, pupil. Teach me your magic"
Nay. nay. l want nothing to do
with you" began 90 la la. but Sheeba,
the little brown girl. took him by the
hand.
'Do not leave me alone with him, -
she begged in a whisper. 90 la la
looked at her. then whispered back
1--WE will not leave you until we see ii
the dream is true" Then he spoke
aloud to Ramda Kin: "I want moth
ing to do with you, as | said. but for
your little daughters sake you may
stay with us and watch my magic"
(Tomorro,o 4ciR be told hOp Ram
dd Kin gets another magical sur
priSe.)
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The Magical Sneeze

Inc Maglcdt SneeZe
DAMDA-KIN, the old magician,
~ waved his hands before the eyes of
oo-la-la, the young magician, who
had dared to defy him in defense of the
little brown girl.
III am turning you into rat" he
muttered. BY the power of my magic
! am turning you into hungry, brown
rat"
The little brown girl gave cry of
fear and covered her face with her
hands. Peggy, who had been hiding be :
meath 90 la las robe, drew the child
down beside her. At the same time she
stared with fascinated eyes at the two
clashing magicians.
Your nose is growing sharp, your
ears are growing long, your skin is be =
coming fuzzy, tail Is growing from
you," chanted Ramda Kin and Peggy
fully expected to see 90 la la turn
quickly into a rat. But Co. la la did
nothing of the sort. Instead he put
up his hand to shade his own eyes
from the glare in Ramda- Kin's eyes
and laughed at the older magician.
"Ha, ha! laugh at you, Ramda
Kin" he said. 'You may be able tC
turn other folKS INTO rats or cats oi
lions and tigers, but 1 am 90 la la, and
my magic is stronger than your magic
You couldn't even make me turn Q
somersault."
Ramda- Kin flew into such a funny
rage at this that Peggy. scared as She
was, couldn't help snickering. The
snicker seemed to drive Ramda Kir
into a fury. He raised his whip tc
strike ut the Young magician.
But Oo-la- la now waved his own
hands before the face of the other.
''Sneeze, Ramda KIM" he said
''Sneeze your head off !" Ramda Kin
looked astonished That was the queer
est kind of magic he had ever seen OF
heard of.
'sSneeze " said Oo- la la, with an
other wave of his hand. The Older
magician's nose wrinkled up, hii
mouth opened, his eyes shut. ''Ker-
choo!" he let out mighty sneeze
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AND HERE 1T CONTINUES

CUDDENLY out of the blackness of
~ the night saw a little red speck of
fire. 1t appeared midway between the
summer house and the big dwelling. At
intervals It. disappeared and then reap
peared. The cause of the seeming phe-
nomenon came to me suddenly and made
me chuckle. 1t was nothing more or
less than the lighted end Of cigar,
and, of course, it was in some one \
mouth. ! was about to call when |
was arrested by the sound of converse
tion. And the next second l heard the
name of Dora Wharton mentioned.
1t was quite evident by this time that
the two men were Jules Jacquette and
Victor Jayne. They were headed for
the summer house, and I remained mo-
tionless until they entered. There was
Che scraping of chairs. and l knew that
the Brazilian was seating himself in that
luxurious manner which was character
istic of him.
= YAh." he exclaimed, with a long
drawn sigh, "it's a blessed relief to get
out here, where we can neither be seen
nor heard"
, The moon, emerging from its OBJ
scurity, sent a food of light across the
grounds and l dropped down on all fours
for fear of being seen. 1t was not a
comfortable position, but it was directly
in the rear of the summer house, and
IL enabled me to hear without being
seen. l had not the slightest compunc-
tion about listening. The mere men
ton of Dora Wharton's name was am
pie justification to my mind. From the
occasional fiickers of light it was evi-
dent that Jacquette was putting away
at one of the heavy black cigars which
he always carried with him, There was
an impatient scraping of one of the
chairs, and heard the querulous voice
OF Victor Jayne.
What the devil did you bring me out
to this hole of place for-to see you
smoke your vile cigars?"
There was a purring laugh and then
the caressing voice of the South Amer
lean saying:
Softly, softly, my dear Victor. Your
impulsive American ways jar me. This
is not a hole of place. 1t presents n
splendid view of your magnificent
country. And the cigar you call vile is
one of the finest imported brands. {"
"Oh. get down to business ~ ex-
claimed Jayne.
Well" retorted the other, raising
Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-11-05

Hugh Garland, Of the United States
customs service, is assigned to dis
cover the whereabouts OF wonderful
red diamond which has been smuggled
into the country. He accepts a posi-
tion as assistant to Colonel Wharton,
a collector Of antiques and gems. In
the colonel's house he meets Dora
Wharton, his niece, and Jules
Jacquette and Victor Jayne, guests.
A visit from Doctor Henderson,
neighbor, starts conversation about
diamonds, and the colonel displays the
Star of the South, the jewel for
which Garland is hunting. A letter
from Brazil causes Colonel Wharton
to lose consciousness. Garland has
reason to believe the diamond was
stolen before it was smuggled. Dora's
aunt looks after the sick man. Doc
tor Henderson says the colonel is suf
tering from aphasia. In a conver
sation on the river bank Garland ad
Inits to Doctor Henderson that he has
fallen in love with Dora.
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Copyright 1919. by the Bell Syndicate, Inc.
Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-11-05

(Tomorroto 1oil be told hop Ram
dd- Kin gets another magical sur
prise.
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LIGHTNING STARTS FIRE
Textiles and Dye Materials Worth
$4,000 Damaued

Lightning struck the one STORY dye
house of Pendlebury & Son, Duncan
and Sepviva streets, at II O'Clock last
night, starting fire which damaged
textile fabrics valued at $4,000.
Heavy rain prevented destruction of
the building, which was only slightly
damaged. But when firemen arrived
the flames had made headway among
the materials stored for dyeing.
Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-11-05
SCOUTS AID SAFETY DRIVE
Boys Help Rotary Clubs "Cross at
CROSSINGS" Campalun

Crossings. Campaign
Boy Scouts have been drafted foI
the Rotary Clubs Gross at Crossings
campaign.
They patroled Market street from
Ninth to fifteenth street, bearing orange
and black banners warning pedestrian
"For Safety's Sake--Cross- at Cross
ings." They We're in charge of Scout
Master BOUCHER.
Today. Troop 15 is patrolling Arch
street. Tomorrow. Troop %, will look
after the safety of pedestrians and shop
pers on Chestnut street.
The Boy Scout CO. operation with the
campaign, which will take many forms
before its conclusion on Saturday, of
next week, is under the direct supervi-
sion of e. Urner Goodman, scout ex-
ecutive.
The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1919-01-03
FOR COLDS AND GRIPPE
DOC TORS ADVISE
The Improved Calomel Tablet That
Is Entirely Purified of All Naus-
eating and Dangerous Qualities.

Physicians are warning the pub
lie against tritling with colds and
grippe. They say that a brisk calo-
mel purgatiNe, preferably Calotabs,
the new and improved calomel tab
let, should be invariably taken at
bed time and repeated the second or
third night, ii necessary. In the
earliest stages, one Calotab is usu-
ally sufficient unless the case is par
ticularly severe.
Physicians say that it is a waste
of time and is dangerous to expert
mcnt with other laXatives, as calo-
mel is absolutely necessary sooner
or later. One Calotab on the tongue
at bed time with a swallow OF wa
ter-that'S all. No salts, no nausea
nor the slightest interference with
diet, work OF pleasures. Next morn
ing your cold has vanished and your
whole system is purified and re-
ireshcd. CalotabS are sold only in
original sealed packages. Price Is
cents, Recommended and guaran-
teed by druggists every where. Price
refunded ii YOU re not delighted
ADV.
The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1919-01-03
SANATORA SAVES
OKLAHOMA LIVES

ly their chances for recovery are
few, while OF necessity they consti-
tute an active menace to those who
have not contracted the disease,
Army data show that nearly AGO
Oklahoma men have been discharged
from the service with tuberculosis.
They have come back to their own
state, expecting to receive proper
care and trcatment-and instead, IN
most instances, they have found only
place to die. Finding no provision
ior their care, these boys have lapscd
into the last stages OF The disease.
With facts such as these in mind
/ the Oklahoma Tuberculosis Associa-
ton is urging immediate legislation
that will provide at least SIX district
sanatoria which should be con
,tructcd by the state and maintained
Jointly by the stare and county