, 1923-01-03
WHO'S WHO


Jeanne Beaufort, beautiful daughter
Of a Virginia planter. has lost her
father and two brothers in the Civil
War. CFhe year is 1s64.) She swears
to
Mrs. Wetmore. her aunt, tina she
Will carry out the Biblical Injunction
for vengeance-''an eye for an eyer
While at Richmond she meets
Henry Morgan, a debonaire young
officer. who falls in love with her.
She repels his advances. She IS en-
gagged as a p for the Confederate
government and urged to use oil the
wiles and power Of her sex to find
n
PurSon Kennedy and bring him
within the southern lines. 1t is plan
e to have her make headquarters
with a family OF southern sympathy
IN Washington. Jeanne learns tele-
graphy and other technical branches
of her new calling. And clad as a
boy, often in the Blue OF the North
she makes her way through the lines.
She learns OF an organization of
eleven Union spies and OF their meet
ing place IN a RIchomond loft. As she
overhears the leader address the
masked men seated about a table
Jeanne is discovered and dragged
into the room. The leader unmasks
as he threatens her with death, but
IS dissuaded from shooting her by the
suggestion from one Of the men that
one of their number marry her. She
consents and when one of the masked
men volunteers to marry she refuses
and claims the right to choose.
THE speaker paused and then went
j on so.cmnly:
but this I promise you on the
word of Parson John Kennedy, that
no mar shall touch YOU"
Parson John Kennedy! The man
for whom you had laid and sprung n
thousand futile traps. Who a beat
en- them at every turn! AnC this for-
midable man was playing into her
hands!
Nov. then. choose" said Irony.
for so the girl had mentally named
her tormentor. NVould she ever be
able to recognize his voice in case he
did get awayD 81 can certify that We
are all unmarried, young and brave"
She did not look oward the man
who had offered to sacrifice his lib.
erty 10 save her life. She looked at
Irony.
"I will marry you, sir" she said,
land you shall share the misery you
thrust so wantonly upon me-"
Il see that I am hoist o n my own
petard." He had the courage to laugh
And few of them realized hi fine
grained courage It was. He was saw
ing this girls life at the expense Of
his future for nothing except an IN
human Jest like this would have
swerved Parson Kennedy. S be II.
Miss. about to become Madam Who
Il haven't even asked you to wipe
the CRIME from your face so that
might recognize you in the future,
I am satisfied"
Half an hour! she thought.
DOUBTLESS no stranger marriage
u ever took place than
that which Joined Jeann Beaufort to
this made banterer. unknown % her
either by face or by name. When 1t
was done. Parson Kennedy offered
the quill to the girl. She hesitated
for n moment, straining her ears.
Forty minutes. forty minutes they
were on the way TO her. She wrote
MARY Smoth' on the hastily drawn
up certificates. nbny seized tho pen
from her trembling fingers and sign
ed "John Jones' Then he stepped
back just in time. Her hand had
flown to the curtain OF his mask.
Not quite" he laughed. MARY
Smith is not your real name: no
more is Jones mine. But you will
write your real name there when you
are alone. You have told us that you
believe in oaths, I'll d my real name
among hos who witness the trans
action. Find IT II you Can't
John Kennedy, d. D.
C.wG-L H-RD-M
A.NK-S P-PA.G
G.RDA J-NK.F
J-wG.A FINS
F.wG-S w-BE-H
He folded his bare arms across his
chest, and upon the left forearm she
saw a bit Of t~attooIng, n blue circle
with a curious little device in the CEN
ter. h glance was sufficient to
print It indelibly in her mind
Fifty minutes. Dear God, why did
they not come?
All overt" said Parson Kennedy,
putting on his mask. He pulled out
the Drawer and tossed upon the
table some stout Irvine. Bind her,
Benedict. and tie a handkerchief over
her mouth. Then set her in my
chair"
GOATS and hats were picked up in
" furious haste, papers stuffed into
pockets; and then. TX 30 many fall
ing rockets. they leAped down the
rickety stairs. close-pressed and JOS
Ting.
curse you, you have wrecked
three lives this night!' whispered n
voice in Irony's ear. But as he
turned. the speaker disappeared.
Up in the loft tho girl struggled
and strained futneiy. Beaten. tis-
honored. Inundated! II was intoler.
able. It was all some helish night
mare; 1t could not possibly be fact,
reality. And yet. that dreaded man
Ifarson Kennedy-he had been rea,
enough.
a marriage certificate, crude.y done