, 1923-01-03

I puN nome Nne less Eenulne! Sno SIaTel
at the varied scrawls. GOO in heaven,
married! To what. to whom? She sud
denly became limp, swayed, and
sank face downward upon h table
whore her belated troopers in butter
nut found her.
Madam Who7
WHEN Jeanne Beaufort started
w out on her self-imposed mission
that night, she had been something
of an adventurous girl. She left that
loft wholly n woman-broken. be-
wildered and terrified. It is true. but
q woman, her brain seethlng with
unimaginable reprisals.
Her troopers had come to arrest
a band of conspirators; instead they
loosed a tigress who reviled them and
tainted hem for their slowness.
Each and every one of those eleven
men should pay; and more han his
comrades. tho man she had named
Irony.
Parson eKnnedy had had the hardi-
hood to discover his saturnine face to
her. She could watch him in Wash
ington. move against him in direct
and open warfare.
None of them would recognize her
again; of this she was assured.
Within three weeks time Jeanne
was able to pick up her natural role.
She was always meeting Morgan,
and he was always signing for some
favor, always metaphorically at her
feet. One day she liked him; another
she disliked him.
Perhaps his was accountable to
the fact that She knew there was a
strong and vital man deep down un-
der all his foppery.
But I do not love you, n I have
no intention of loving you" she pro
tested.
well. since you intend not to love
me, | see hope. Come, Jeanne Beau
81 understand myself perfectly, "
she coUntered.
You laugh, Joke, dance, play-and
all the while that brilliant mind of
yours is scheming, scheming."
in mercy's name, for WHAT
The Cause His face grew Sc.
r!ous.
So did hers. What do you mean
by that?" She felt vaguely alarmed.
Did he know?
"I mean that what you are, I am;
that / search for Death eve as you
do; hat hazard Is breath to us both.
To stab the enemy in, the back, hat
is your work and mine. To a so
der who falls into the enemy's
hands-to him the honors of war!
But to you and me-short shrift, as
they say. We shall be in Washing
ton together shortly; and from time
to time I shall be under our or
ders. Not a word: your aunt is ap-
preaching. I shall see you at the
ball tonight. I expect TO Join my
regiment tomorrow. Good day.
She felt her aunt's arm steal
around her. Your ball-tress has
come. Better try it on n see II It's
all right"
you will break hearts" said her
aunt. r~eflectively.
IT hope to-" replied Jeanne .enig-
matcally. She slipped off the gown.
you're a strange girl. II you
weren't flesh and blood, II I didn't
know you as I do, 1 should say you
had no .heart."
Sometimes I wonder. Perhaps I
should have been n boy; they don't
have t. have hearts"
''There are times. however, when
I believe tina you are n boy"
That's an odd remark" jeanne de.
clared. turning quickly.
"Auntie!"
You have made trips TO Washing.
ton. Your secret is not yours. I
understand. But take care. I can
surnaise tina you are playing with
dangerous weapons. You'll want to
be alone now so-by.by until sup
per-"
Jeanne sat down on the bed. For n
quarter of an hour she remained mo-
tionless.
SO Henry Morgan was a spy and
had learned in some ann that h
was one also.
And the keen logical mind OF her
aunt was no longer to be ignored. II
they two had found out her secret,
others might. Henceforth she must
step with tho utmost caution. h
was strong only because she was IN.
known.
Married, She laughed; It was a
queer little sound.
How sho had pored over that docu-
ment! Vainly had h striven TO
make sense OF those broken words.
CHE must go to tho ball that night,
y Cnnce. laugh and chatter.
You are as beautiful
Now. Major, IL you please!'
But this night Is my last Nor.
gan declared. You would not send
me to the front unhappy"
Where Is your regiment"
He smiled but did not answer. A
young man in civilian dress ap-
preached. He bowed tremendously
to Morgan. Thon he bowed to Jeanne
1T was almost a Balaam.
Miss Beaufort. Major Morgan
promised to present me. I beg 10
recall the fact TO his mind"
Jeanne looked inquiringlv Mt Nor.
gan. She saw his body stiffen ever
20 slightly.
y beg rardor." said Morgan Miss
! Beaufort But the land started