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made him jaunty and daring.
But 1t was thing he did not
want though he could not let
1t so.
It absorbed him 80 that he got
careless and began to disregard
his safety Insurance. that fine
sixth sense he owned. He went
home by the same route three
nights in succession, and for
this nearly paid with his life.
1t was as he turned the corner
OF his street long after midnight,
lettering absent-mindedly through
q dark stretch of the block that
sound like a motor back firing
penetrated his consciousness. In
stinctively he dropped To the pave
nnent and lay there till steps hur.
ried In the opposite direction.
He lost no time In making his
rooms then andE saw the bullet
had clipped the brifn Of his hat.
Coky Jones or Nell? Coky was
out to get him but he had been
laying low these last DAYS. The
Spook remembered NeIl's brood.
ing watchfulness and thought it
possible she had waited for him
in the dark. She had had young
King with her q couple Of nights
ana this, he knew, was to make
him Jealous. He had paid no at
tention but now rage stabbed
through him. He'd take care
He sent willie cleary with
word that he wanted to see her
in the morning and she came
to his apartment. Defiant, alert,
yet hopeful.
well" he snarled, drawing
down his brows, How about it?'
Who you talkin' to? I'm a
lady am, and don't leave mo-
body tell youP different. you big
bum.n
She opened vanity case and
began to rub a powder over her
nose. He had seen Iris do the
same thing a dozen times but
this was different. He stalked
across to her and snatched the
case. dashing It against the wall.
where 1t shattered. spraying little
glitterinE splinters about the
What / want T. know. did '.
try L drill me last night? Tell
the truth now, you
The white terror in her face
was his answer. Danny" All
her superiority gone; she was the
gun-moll. freely loyal to her
own. "Coky. it was. / told you,
Danny. If you'd Of left Spike
do like he said-oh; oh, he might
OF killed your
He was convinced but in no
way placated. He drawled, "Yeh?
A lot you'd care. What's the
idea. keeping that Ring fella
around? Wanting t. start some
thing?"
She orumpled in a fit Of weep
ing: Didn't think you cared no
more, Danny. He's nothin' to
mewhqnests Thay'R only Iour
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was desperate. He saw the man
who had bent over straighten up
and walk on. Going around 10
the alley, no doubt, to pick up
his pals hiding there.
The one who was trapped crept
into the upper hall, feeling his
way by the stair railing. listening
into the darkness below.
Air stirred against his face sud-
denly; a breath OF freshness in
the stale atmosphere of closed
rooms.
Someone had opened the back
door.
CHAPTER "a
House surrounded, street full
of dicks-and Danny Mullins
cornered on the stair landing and
they were coming up through the
sooty dark. Coming to get him.
His grip frightened or the gun
he had been holding. But what
was the use of that? Shoot his
way out of this mob? They'd
have the collar on him in flash,
send him up to burn
The jinx," he kept whispering
with no sound at all. 'eThe jinx'
Al breath drawn sharply on the
floor below. He took step back
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i. wind against which he had no
. power.
He would sit In the clubroom,
glowering and sardonic, while the
mob came and went, asking him.
self what it was all about.
One part Of him remained as
1t always had been; cool, disil.
lusioned, sneering. This part be-
lieyed nothing, held to nothing
beyond faith in its own ruth.
lessness, wanted nothing of any.
one. A dark, incredible strain in
a human heart, but one the
Spook knew and trusted.
Another part, and that he was
finding 1t increasingly difficult
to resist, was a constant in-
tense longing for smiling gray
eyes. a hushed, lazy voice, pale
hands coming into quick, seem.
ingly accidental contact with his
own.
Every time he left Iris in the
seductively lighted tearoom OF
the st. Gregory, he went home
to Ma CIeary's,- boarding house
and stamped UP and down the
floor there, cursing the girl.
himself, everybody and every.
thing. Let 'em alone. james like
her, Always pitched q guy into
a jam!
Yet he could no more resist
her. no more keep out of her
way than the moth can fly from
the flame. He was caught, held
by what he feared was love.
Sometimes it exhilarated him.
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out Of those who surrounded
him, asking him questions. talk
ing at once, one man caught his
attention. The superintendent Of
the field, thin, quiet looking
man. Dick had met him before
when covering the course with
Lawson.
How did they happen to send
you out in this weather." the
superintendent demanded.
II asked them to-"
The older man gave a low
whistle. Don't see how you got
through The Trap He glanced
upward. The snow was thinning
now, and the wind had lost some
OF its force. ''The storm will
break before morning. Well,
you're a pluclSy boy. or a crazy
one. Better get some rest"
81 want to find Tom Rand
first "
Tommy RANDI" The superint.
endent's face clouded. He looked
vaguely uncomfortable, He
glanced at some OF the men
around him. where's Tommy"
Don't know. SIR
Hes to fly back over your
route in the. morning." the super.
intendent told Dick. "You could
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Thrilling Mystery Story Of Life Loue and Danger in the Air Maj
In Binding Storm Dick
Flies His Machine Through
The Dangerous Mountain
Pass Unharmed

see him then-though 1t won't
give you much Sleep"
II want to see him now. I've
a letter to him from his father"
well, l can't help you. His
voice seemed a little annoyed. He
turned away.
Dick looked around in per-
plexity. The car that had driven
up for the mail he had brought
had left. Some of the mechanics
were moving towards the plane
itself. Dick stopped one Of them.
Say, doesn't anyone know
where young Rand is?"
The mechanic gave him know
ing look. s'Oh, yes. they know
where he Is, all right?'
''Well, where?"
The man bent closer. and grin
ned. You ought to find him on
wales Street in the town-num-
Der one hundred and two"
The line chief shouted some
thing. He shouted back. and hur-
ried on. Dick found himself
standing alone. '"Well. why didn t
the superintendent tell me that
before?'' he thought.
Going toward the offices he saw
an air mail pilot about to drive
into the city in his car. Dick
asked for a lift.
sure. Where to?"
He named the address.
The pilot laughed. Fly through
a storm like this. and then go
there? You must eat excitement!
However, that's your business.
Puzzled by the words, Dick was
on the point Of confessinE his
ignorance of what they meant,
when the other pilot asked him
for the details of his flight. Dick
answered questions until the car
drew up on lonely street in the
heart Of the town.
Here you are! Good luckF'
The pilot waved his hand and
was gone. Dick stared at the
doorway before him. doorway
in q basement with a single dim
light burning before it. One hun
dred and two. That was the
number. He rang the bell that
was set in the wall.
Then all at once he had the
impression that someone was
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Yet he dared not turn for fear
he would huri his shi straight
into the rocks he sought to miss.
Then a heavy gust Of wind caught
the lane and tossed 1t like a
toy, the controls useless.
1T was only when the bump"
had passed. leaving the ship in
steady air that Dick realized what
had happened. He had followed
the inner side of Mt. Sable and
by a miracle had come through
The Trap unharmed. The rest Of
his way was clear. He shouted
in sudden rush of pen.up emo.
ton. then noticed for the first
time that his fingers were shaking
on the stick.
Some time later he throttled his
engine and slided into the flood
lights Of Trupp Field. Mechanics
rushed out as he TAXED up to the
line. His first mail hop was ever.
He climbed out Of the cockpit.
and stretched himself stiffIy. The
shape Of tho field. the people
coming towards him, under the
flaring lights, had an unreal look.
What time was It? He did not
know. But he felt elated and
proud II his adventure and i'm
finitely sure of himself with the
assurance Of youth
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storm from lonely intermediate
field.
Proceed at own risk''-that
was the meaning of the signal.
1t told of worse weather ahead;
it was also an excuse for him
to land without censure. But al
most instantly the face of the girl
at the airport came before him.
He shook his head. He was
going through.
He looked at his map. On more
beacon and he would plunge into
the pass, with its twisting course
where a false turn meant disaster.
Four minutes-five-six. Per-
spiration broke out on him. though
the cold was numbing. He had
missed the light and was lost.
Somewhere in that sinister gloom
lay Mt. Sable. $4,000 feet OF tower
ing rock, silently waiting. At any
second now it's frowntng walls
might leap out of the murk with
out warning and all would end
in one terrific crash.
In desperation, he banked
steep1y to the right, hoping TO
pivot back and find the missing
beacon. To his surprise the driv-
ing snow lessened in it's fury, and
the night seemed strangely
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studying him through the opaque
glass. glass through which he
could not see on his side. But
the door remained shut. He rang
again, and this time knocked on
the glass itself.
At last the door was cautiously
opened. A face appeared, sulien,
hard. filled with suspicion.
What do you want?"
I'm looking for Tom Rand"
He's not here. never heard
of him."
They told me at the airport
he was here"
Did they? Well. go back and
tell them they're crazy,
The door slammed shut.
Dick was angry now. He was
convinced the man was lying.
But there was no answer to his
violent ringing. Presently he
turned. A passing policeman had
halted to stare at him curiously.
What's the matter?" the latter
demanded.
I'm trying to get in here. I'm
trying to find someone. It's inn
portant. Who lives here, any,
way?'
who lives there? You're stand
ing in front of Duveen's, boy. the
swellest gambling house in town."
Gambling housem So that was
why the superintendent had kept
mum!
''Yeh."
Well. win you get me in?''
How long do you think III
keep my job IL l interfered with
Jake Duveen? Better run along
homer
The policeman sauntered past.
Dick stared helplessly at the dark
doorway. But he had promised
Old Man Rand's daughter he
would get that letter through! He
had promised her. and she had
believed himI He would do some
thing. But what?
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CHAPTER II

1TVHE lighted field flashed beneath him and gone For
few seconds there nothing but backness, while
his eyes tried adjust themselves to this sudden cata
pntnp into the night Dick riveted his glance the in
erumen board he knew the folly of trusting his
in that mad race above invisible world.
At 500 he pushed the stick forward and eveed off,
hurting along than 100 miles hour through the
that vciousy into the face Gradually vision
returned that he could beyond the red and blue
flames splitting furiousy from his exhaust stacks. Wping
the from his goggles he cautiously nosed the ship
down. holding the course that led to the first beacon
10 miles away.
white glow appeared suddenly and quickly vanished
Dick lips frightened. "A little side the other and
he would have missed the light entirely And he must hold
the lights until he through the pass 10 miles beyond
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in four or five hours! A simple
thing, in pleasant tablet form-but
it conquers the cold. Quicker than
all the things you hear are good for
colds. Far better than doping
If you feel cold coming on, this
will end it with the first snuffle. Ii
the cold has settled on you, per-
haps run into FLU" Pape's Cold
Compound win still clear 1t up il
you take several tablets. Druggists
ask only S5c for this real relief.
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and died in brave efforts to get
through.
With startling abruptness, the
gloom changed to an uncanny
redness. Dick stared down at a
red flare, blazing up through the
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Makes Search for Son of Old
Man Rand But Meets
Rebuff at Swell Gam
4 bling House
bling House
The Story Thus Far:

On his first day in the Air Mail Service Dick Trent
seems doomed to DISAPPOINTMENT A heavy snow storm
causes Carmichael the station superintendent to cancel
arrangements for Dicks first flight alone across the
Rocku Mountains. Suddenly the door opens. Old Rand,
otuer of the service and his daughter enter He had
important letter for his Dick offers to fig through
4Uh it. As the old hesGtes the daughter says she
believes Dick can get through the dangerous pass.
Thrilled by her sho,0 of confidence Dick into the
storm still hearing the soft Voce of the beautiful freIad
girl.
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. WIhBLlps hIuuen Dy.sthe scurry-
Ing snow he fought his way
grimly from beacon to beacon.
Two more and he would be head
ing The Trap-the most treacher-
Gus spot on the run, a mountain
pass where two pilots had crashed
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What is the message for
young Tommy Rand? Read
tomOrrow's instaIIment Of
"The Sky Raider" in this
newspaper.
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This Day in Our History

January Is, first locomotive built for actual
the United States completed Peter Cooper
Baltimore Md. On its first trial trip it drew
the directors Of the line "Bes Friend
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This River Doesn't Reach Sea

The Tam River in China in we'll wared mountains and
has length Of hundred miles, of which
exceeds in of the large rivers of the world But
1t reaches the 1t is lost the Tarm Desert
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CHAPTER 81
Not d really notable job for q
first class heavy man." that
which the spook took ON as 4
lone wolf that night. No spec
tacular touch: merely the Van
Alston house on Madison Avenue,
boarded up and deserted while the
owners lived abroad.
For 4 long time the place had
lured the Spook. There would
be articles in tha closed rooms
wen worth acquiring; Van Al
ston was d collector Of oriental
cliriog and the value OF these,
some solid gold and jewel stud.
ded was as well known to, the
underworld as it was to Van
Alston himself.
The house, wired and cross
wired with burglar alarms and
with q husky caretaker in the
basement, probably had seemed
. safe enouh repository for his
treasures to its owner. Danny,
however, grinned at his precau-
tions.S He knew that windows,
doors, thresholds. cabinets and
even shelves would be protected
hv separate wires all brought to-
Tether in q trunk line like that
of a telephone; the alarm, being
set. would flash a light, similar
to the one which shows on a
switchboard when receiver is
lifted, in the office Of some de-
tective agency should he in.
advertently spring it. Then there
would be a man hunt in which
he probably would be nabbed,
But lie had no intention of
springing the alarm. There wousa
be but one trunk wire, probably,
and this would be at the back
OF the house since the front wall
stood flush with the street and
there were other houses on either
side.
He kept clear Of Madison
Avenue, traversing the cross
street to Park. In the block
behind the Van Alston house he
found a narrow alley and slid
into this. After that It merely
was q matter Of locating the
cable. He used a wicked ltitlo
tnstE1msnt to clip the cahla as
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And when I seen you fallin' for
that swell dame! She's got no
use for you. Don't you know
she amt? You're just something
new. She'll ditch you. Why. lis
ten, Danny
But she had hit upon the very
thought that was causing him
sleepless hours. Iris get tired
give him the air. Only q fear
when it was in his own mind
but a certainty when Nell put 1t
into words. It maddened him.
Get out of here" he said in
a tense voice. Beat 1t!
And he locked the door after
she had gone.
1t was that night he went out
on q job.
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fleet at the battle of New Orleans. The
admirals flagship has been beautifully
sculptured in bas-relief at the base of
the monument. Memorials to Henry d.
Cooke, first governor of the District of
Columbia, and Maj. Gen. Jesse Lee
Reno, killed at the battle of South
Mountain, are not far from that Of
Admiral Bailey.
Widow Walked to Grave.
An interesting story is recalled by the
monument which stands over the grave
of Baron de BodiSco, who in the early
part of the last century served as Min
lister to this country for the Emperor
of all the Russias." Baron de Bodisco
married the beautiful Hattie Williams
of Georgetown, who upon his death
several years later, insisted upon car
rying out the Russian custom of ac-
companying the hearse to the grave by
foot, and as the funeral occurred during
particularly bad weather, the lovely
young widow became seriously i'll and
almost caused her own death as result.
For many years the baron's plot was
unoccupied by other members of the
family, but recently his great-great-
grandson, Capt. Eugene de BodiSco, who
sought refuge in this country from the
bolShevik revolution, and died soon after
Ill NEW 1OTk, 1ldS Dctll Jul leu UcSlue llio
ulustrious ancestor.
Beneath a handsome old beech tree
stand two graves whose foreign names
in this old American cemetery of
Georgetown compel the interest of the
pasSer-by. "Ichiku Kanroku of Japan
died in Georgetown 1877-aged
twenty-one years" EXquisitely traced
Japanese characters are cut upon the
stone above the English inscription. At
the side of the grave is a tiny stone
with the name, "Yoshida Waka-aged
9 weeks"
That is all the stones contain to ex-
plain the identity of the two little
Japanese visitors who died in this coun-
try over so years ago, at. a time when
the people Of their nation were scarcely
known to residents Of the East Coast of
the United States.
Many stories in stone are cut upon
the monuments marking the graves of
those who rest in the Congressional, or
Washington Cemetery, as it was known
years ago.
Every Washingtonian knows Of the
"cenotaphs," which, in the last century,
were erected by an act of Congress in
memory of departed Senators and Rep
resentatives. whose remains in many
cases were buried elsewhere There are
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ed with O handsome shaft, which bears
the name, date of birth and death of
the great statesman and signer of the
Declare ton OF independence, and an
inscription tells that he died when Vice
President of the United States on his
way to he Capitol.
In a II corner of the cemetery stands
a marble shaft bearing the figure of a
young woman. Beneath this monu-
ment rest the remains of % young girls
killed during the Civil War by an ex-
plosion in an ammunition factory of
the arsenal, now the War College.
A chapter from the day of Kings"
is glimpsed in the inscription on a
monument raised to the memory of
Baron Frederick Greuhm. the first Min
lister to the United States from Prussia,
who died in Washington in 1923. The
memorial was erected by order of His
Majesty, Frederick Wilhelm III, King
of Prussia"
Another epitaph. which would ap-
pear more appropriate in church yard
of old England than in the Congress
sional Cemetery of this democratic Re-
public, is that on the stone of Jane
Murray-Daughter of Sir Archibald and
Lady Mary Murray of Blackbarony
Scotland, and wife of Andrew Atkinson,
of Cavan Garden Inland, Lieut.. in the
SD Regt. British Army-Born in Lon
don 1765-Died in Georgetown, D, c.,
October, 1886"
U. S. Officials Buried There.
Horatio King, ex-Postmaster General
and william Writ. Attorney General, are
among the American officials of nearly
a century ago who have their final rest
ing place on the shores of the Potomac.
Leaving the Congressional Cemetery,
one can travel north to the Bladens-
burg road. which leads to Mount Olivet
Cemetery. the ground for which was
purchased about rs years ago by several
parish priests of the city of Washing
ton. Here may be seen monuments
marking the graves of Catholics promi-
nent in the annals Of American his
tory. Among them, in an obscure
place, is a simple stone bearing the
name James Hoban. who died in 1880,
aged IA years James Hoban was the
architect for the original White House
and later. after it was burned in 1912,
assisted in its rebuilding.
At Mount Olivet also may be seen the
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handsome monument dedicated In men,
DRY of Joseph McKenna. Attorney Gen.
eral of the United States and for 80
years justice of the Supreme Court.
A mute but eloquent story of family
tragedy of years gone by is told in the
marble statue of little girl, which rests
under a glass case on hillside before
an UNCOVERED grave. The statue. which
is life size, represents child in ruffled
party dress, high boots" and long flow
ing hair as worn by the little girls As
years ago. 1t is the grave of Katie
Tatley Russell. who died shortly before
Christmas, 1877.
Statue of Girl at Party.
The story is that she had gone to a
party dressed in the little frock repro
duced in the statue that while attend
ing the party. she had become suddenly
i'll. dying shortly after. and that the
bereaved parents had the statue made
representing the little girl exactly as
she had looked the night of her last
party
At one side of winding road there
lies lonely grave. On a modest head
stone are inscribed two words-"Mrs.
Surratt." Fresh roses are frequently
found on this f1nal resting place OF the
woman who went to the gallows denying
TO the last that she had had any part
in the assassination of Abraham Lincoln.
The morbid curiosity of thoughtless
people is evidenced by the constant
breaking off of twigs and branches of
a beautiful lockwood bush which stands
back of the Surratt tombstone. These
souvenir seekers" are gradually destroy
ing the beautiful bush which has stood
guard over the lonely grave for so many
years.
A beautiful stone arrived recently at
Mount Olivet form the distant Brazil. 1t
was sent to mark the grave of Dr. Lima
of that country. who died in Washing
ton last year and who it is said, did
more than any one person toward the
formation of the Pan American Union.
Written on the stone in ancient Portu-
gueSe are the words:
Here lies lover Of books"
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about ITS of these cenotaphs under
which only about 10 of the departed
solons are buried. Numerous other me-
MORALS lie throughout the old "burying
ground of Christ Church." which will
surely attract historical interest.
Close to a gnarled, time beaten tree
is monument erected by Brother
Chieftain" on one "Push-ma-ta-h a, -
Choctaw chief, who died in Washing
ton while accompanying a delegation
from his territory in Oklahoma to the
Capital Push-ma -ta-ha was known as
the white mans friend, fighting with
Andrew Jackson at the battle of New
Orleans in 1912, and later with the
Americans against the British and their
Indian allies. He was an astute states
man and a proud chieftain and he
gained the friendship and admiration
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of all the prominent Americans of his
time. At the time of his death he was
accorded military honors only granted
general officers. and he was the only
Indian known in history to have re-
ceived such tribute.
On the Indian chiefs monument
are inscribed his last words: When 1
am gone, let the big guns roar over me-"
His wish was complied with and many
guns ''roared" throughout the city at
the time of his funeral.
The grave Of Elbridge Gerry is mark
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