The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1921-01-02


long iron hook for a casket OF pa
pers supposed 10 be sunk IN a well
behind a certain chalet, risking
death at the owners hands had he
discovered them and taken them
for burglars. The casket was said
10 contain list OF the German
agents operating In Switzerland. to-
getner with their plans. Anthony
aud Ray came away undiscovered
but no casket came forth from
the well.
"IIow silly and preposterous and
dime-novelish all this Isl" exclaimed
Anthony in disgust as he drove his
car toward Derne. This Is the hor-
rible and shameful side OF war. Ray
one OF the many horrible and
shameful sides-and you aud / are
the goats"
We'll. we got away with it," re-
torted Ray. who was a mere lad.
but his knowledge Of the Swiss dia-
lect, which he had learned at q
Nevey boarding school. made him
valuable.
Got away-with what?" shifted
Anthony.
1--WE didn't get caught" he de-
Tended.
This kind Of war Is for the Ger
man." Anthony growled and angrily
stepped OH his accelerator.
Recklessness was the prevailing
note Of the Allied men in the face
OF the German insolence OF success.
That month Of June the Italian sue
cesses on the Pave were the only
ray Of hope.
Anthony will always remember
the second Of July, because on that
date came the heartening news to
the office-President Wilson's an
nounccment that one million Amer
ican troops had already crossed to
France. He called up Clarkson at
the Red Cross Office, gave several
kinds Of cowboy yells. and ended
up with the cry Of the Mosby guer-
illas.
AT my room tonight" he finally
said. lat ten o'clock, a little liquid
refreshment to celebrate the event"
IAN right" laughed Anthony
happily. This time there's some
reason for your vulgar extravaganza
that only you can afford"
How you talk" Knocked Clark
son in a falsetto. "Wait till you
get back to Little Rapids!"
The name Of his native town, as
he hung up the receiver On the
clumsy. kitchen-cabinet-like Swiss
telephone took Anthony's mind to
the image of Adela, and that, per-
versely, brought back his last in
terview with Wilma.
THAT awful woman!" he NUT
tered under his breath, and he Won
dered whether there was any truth
in the oft-repeated human tenet that
every person, how abandoned So
ever, had a portion OF good in him.
a spark Of the divine attributes.
She was one hundred per cent evil.
The way she talked that evening
her protestations, her nlay-acting!
He had had 1t confirmed since from
a variety Of sources that she was
one Of Won Rathenau's hirelings-
or worse. She had been seen at
Freiburg, at Lausanne and in Ge-
neva again. Yet he had thought
what was the matter with his own
so-called brain? How had he ever
allowed himself to be taken in by
such a woman? Did he know any
thing at all of human nature? And
here he was supposed to be In the
American intelligence service.
uOpC SOuuC VI tucSo IcliONo
have more intelligence than l." he
told himself bitterly and endeav-
ored to dismiss the woman from his
mind. But for some reason the
memory Of her, like an evil odor,
seemed to hang about him that af-
ternoon-and such beautiful after
noon, too! 1t was one Of the rare,
brilliant days Of Berne, when there
was no rain. no cloud. 1t ives one
Of the days one could see the Jung
frau-the Jungfrau, towering, majes-
tic, pointing a glittering, snowy fin
ger to heaven, as though reminding
the stewing, simmering mass of pre-,
occupied. intriguing humanity be.
low that in that perfect and azure
serenity above lay all the happi-
ness that mankind could desire. IL
only man would lift his head. -
1t was six o'clock. He turned