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ST - Siorm Music r; » »T Don&lord Tates Copyright by Minton. Balch * Co. WNU Sorrico. CHAPTER XI—Continued —21— “So you see that cup will make a most appropriate gift. But I’m so afraid that your cousin may refuse to accept It that, before I ask him to do so, I want to have It engraved with his crest. And that’s where you can help me. I must have something of his that bears his crest, to give to the engraver to copy. A cigarette-case or a flask. Perhaps It’s on the backs of his brushes. . . . You see, without that I’m stuck. At the present moment I don’t even know what his crest Is.” I wrinkled my brow. “Strangely enough," said I, "It’s the same as your own—a leopard. But that doesn’t mean—” "What?’’ The wo#d flamed. As the saying goes, I almost leapt out of my skin: and turned to find her staring—tense, wide-eyed and star ing, w'hlte to the Ups. And then I knew I was lost. I had learned her crest from Pharaoh, and Pharaoh was wrong; and I had re peated the error which Pharaoh had made. “I—I thought," I stammered. “I had an Idea—” “The badge of Yorlek Is an oak- tree.” She whispered rather than spoke. “We’ve never displayed the leopard for more than 200 years.” The sibilant accusation struck me dumb. She was round now and was kneel ing, with her arms held close to her breast and her hands to her throat. Her breath was whistling In her nos trils and her eyes seemed to pierce my brain. Helplessly I shrugged my shoulders. “I suppose I must have—” “My God," she breathed, “you were there." As my eyes went down, she clapped her hands to her head. “My God!" she cried. “It was you! You, John, YOU, and not Bugle that . . I pulled out my note-case and took out her master key. As I laid It down by her side— “Sabre killed Bugle,” I said. 'Tils body’s down In the moat. None of them saw It happen, so I walked Into the castle and took his place.” Helena sat back on her heels, finger to lip. Her eyes were still wide, still staring: she seemed to be murmuring something I could not hear. *T’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean you to know.” * At that a tremor ran through her: Ihen, with a sudden movement, she flung herself down on her face and burst Into tears. For a moment I sat hesitant. Then Something snapped within me. I lifted her up and gathered her In to my arms. With my face pressed tight against hers— “Don’t cry, Nell,” I said. “I can’t bear It. And—and please don’t send me away.” 'Tin not sending you away,” she sobbed. She caught at my coat. “And I’ll tell you another thing. I’d never have let you go. If all else had failed, I was going down to the station." I held her off and looked Into her tear-stained face. “But, Nell, Just now you—” “I wanted to know If you loved me. I had to be sure of that. But now . . .’’ She- hid her face In my coat. “Oh, John, my darling, you’ve made me feel •o humble, so cheap and—” I stopped her beautiful mouth. “How d’you think I feel, Nell? How d’you think I felt when I stood In that secret chamber and heard you buying my safety—the life and health of the man who’d Just turned you down?" A child looked Into my eyes. “Shall we . . . take each other back, John?” “Yes, please, Nell,” I said quietly. With a Jittle sigh of contentment she slid an arm round my neck. CHAPTER XII Storm Music. , Our respective talcs had been told, toy disaffection forgiven, our grape had been said, and we were now stand ing together at the edge of the lawn. We had started to return to the car, but now with one consent we hud •topped to look again upon the beau ty which we were to leave. It seemed so strange that life and death and fortune had lain In that peaceful setting, awaiting a sweet June dayspring to leap to their battle sta tions, thence to dispute the fate of six human beings, not yne of whom, till that morning, had so much as sus pected the existence of such a spot. A century of dawns and sundowns had found and left It sleeping, as It was •leeping now: and then In a twinkling the earth had opened, the brook had played storm music and.7. . “To think,” said Helena, “that I treated you as a child.” “Tho truth Is,” said I, “we’re both children: and children hate to be treat ed as children, you know.” Helena lifted her head, to surrey the blue of the iky. The eager look In her face would hare made a Sick man wall. “I wasn’t,” ahe said. “I was a wom an all right But I think—It's all your own doing, you know—but I think, my dear, you'll hare a child for a wife.” »•••••• There la not much more to be told. My cousin’s reception of the truth was more than handsome: and I really believe that Barley would not have exchanged the knowledge that I had caused Pharaoh’s death for all the gold that lay In the cellars of Yorick or anywhere else? ihit old Florin's simple tribute would have warmed any man’s heart. “Sir, you hare done my duty. And that, by the grace of Ood; for I my self could never have done It so well.” It was he who said at dnee that Bu gle’s body would be found held down by the grill which kept foreign matter from passing into the waste-pipes that led from the moat. Sure enough, there It was. Its removal and the subsequent rites were grisly enough: but the four of us did the business without any help, because* having got so far. It seemed a pity that we should explode a theory which Yorick—and Yorlck’s neighbors—bad been at such pains to digest. When my cousin broached the ques tion of getting rid t)f the gold, Helena made no objection, but only begged his assistance to carry through a trans action she dared not attempt alone. This to our great surprise, till we learned that her solemn trust was now at an end, because her father had said that on her marriage the gold must was touch and go moar than one*. Tha madness waa In my vanes. It makea you hot. But I’m all right now. They say I can get up for a little wile on Sunday and look at the Jlours. I shall like that. I see the vannlty of life now all right There Is a good monk here called Father Bernard. Of courae they are all good, but he la the best He says all Is vannlty and that the pumps of the world are void. You know there’s a lot In that. Well, I must end now. But I thought you might wun- der where I was. What a escape! Fancy a mad dog like that ranging about seaklng whom he might devower. I tell you, I hadn't a chance. He Juv leeped upon me, nashlng their fanga. >. can see It now. P. 8. Your loving brother. valbntinb. Together, Saving Each Other, Ws Rode Out That Frightful Storm. be reinvested or lodged at a bant. And this In due course was done. My cous in arranged the affair with a famous house and within six weeks, a fort night before we were wed, the bullion was out of the cellar and Helena mis tress of a fortune which was consid erably greater than that which her fa ther laid up. " A letter from the Count of Yorick afforded us infinite pleasure and de serves to be set out in full:— Dear Helena: I hope you are very well. I am not at Yorick because I was bitten by a mad dog and a good Sammarrytone brought me straight here. I would like to thank him for that. He saved my life, you know. Fancy a mad dog wor rying me. I think I must Just have gone out for a walk or something and then it Just leeped upon me and worried me and 1 knew no moar. And this is the only one place that I could have been saved from going mad. It makes you get hot ail over. By the way, I'm off liquor. Alcohol, I mean. They make me heeling drinks here with virtue in them and I fairly lapp them up. And the wound's heeling like a little child. They say liquor's very dangerous for hlclerofobea. I nearly died, you know. All the wile the good Sammarrytones were taking me to the monnastery, it What about Fanlng? I rather hope he’s gone. If not, perhaps you could Are him out. He swore Spencer was your evil genie, but I thought Spencer had a good eye. Sour grapes, 1 guess. I suppose you knew what you were doing. ' The reformation this letter foreshad owed waa more than we could believe, but I am bound to record that It waa fairly fulfilled. The shock or the fear of death or, perhaps, his curious com munion with that honest and kindly fellowship of simple souls wrought In the count an astonishing change of heart The weeds that had choked his qualities withered and died, and though I was most apprehensive of our rela tion, 24 hours’ acquaintance had made us the best of friends. His postcript brings me to Pharaoh. Of that unconscionable scoundrel I have but little to say. That the man was most swift and daring I cannot deny, but I think that bis deadly rep utation was to him the highwayman's mare. When at last he was standing upon his own feet, even I was able to show that, If his eye was quicker, at least his spine was as brittle as that of another man. * The portrait my cousin had painted will always rank for me as one of the greatest triumphs a painter ever achieved. This Is not because he had rendered a beautiful likeness, nor yet because he had captured the leaping spirit that lived in the lovely flesh; but because he had marked, as I had, that the precious eager look was out of his subject’s face and had painted it In from memory out of a grateful heart. Though my life Is secure and happy beyond belief, the events of those ter rible days are cut as In stone upon my mind. But I would not forget them. If I could: for out of their wrack and turmoil I won my beautiful wife. Oft en and often I read their grim inscrip tion and gaze at the riotous pageant which this calls up. I see that dreadful labor down In the sparkling dell and Dewdrop finger the paper that I let fall: I tread The Reaping Hook’s stairs and I hear—as I shall hear to my dy ing day—the deadly voice of Pharaoh behind the door: I see him enter the room with Valentine’s hand upon his shoulder and I hear him whistling for Sabre with my heart in my mouth: I hear the Carlotta coming with the rush of a mighty wind, and I hear the cough of the Rolls as her engine failed: I hear Rush plying Bugle to make my blood run cold, I bear Pha raoh bullying Fredtf, and I see the flame of the pistol that saved his life: I see the awful change In my darling’s face, and I turn to see Pharaoh smil ing behind my back: I smell the frag rance of the valley that knew no sun: and then I see her stricken and trem bling In Pharaoh’s power, and I hear the roar of our pistols and I see the man spent with hatred, staring into my eyes. . . . It Is written, Out of the eater came forth meat I can only say I have feund this saying most true. The god dess Aphrodite rose from the foam of the sea: but Helena Spencer came out of the wrath of a tempest that had risen to smite us both. Together, sav ing each other, we rode out that fright ful storm—the remembrance of which Is not grievous, for our desperately perilous passage, side by side, has bound us more closely together than the sharing of any joys. [THE END.] i UNCONFESSED By Mary Hastings Bradley While the houseparty proceeds gaily, the alluringly beautiful Nora Harriden dis appears. She is found lying dead in the shrubbery beneath the window of her room. The insidious killer, loose among the guests, , strikes again—slaying the only person able to throw light upon the mystery. Suspicion centers strongly upon a lovely young » ■ woman, a young woman who has just fallen desperately in love. But the sinister criminal has not reckoned how bravely this girl will fight her way out of the enclosing net of false dues. With bated breath and a shudder of thrilled anticipation, we announce the beginning of Mary Hastings Bradley's newest mystery- romance IN THE NEXT ISSUE TALL TALES S3 As Told tot FRANK E. HAGAN anH ELMO SCOTT WATSON Steel Drivin’ Man H OFL S. BISHOP, who knows the history of the Chesapeake and Ohio railroad backward as well as for ward, and vice versa, has often heard the old-timers tell about the difficul ties they had In driving a tunnel through Cruzee mountain. Among the negro laborers they hired was a young fellow nkmed John Henry, a likely lad only seven or eight feet tall. Right away they discovered that John Henry was a mighty good ham mer man, even though he hadn’t got hla growth yet He waa so fast# with bis 12-pound hammer that he wore out its handle every nine minutes. He al ways had to have a boy standing by with a pall of Ice water so he could keep the hammer from melting. The result of this was that the C. and O. had to hire a gang of Tony Beaver’s lumberjacks to log off the whole state of West Virginia in order to provide John Henry with enough hammer handles to keep him busy. Also they had to make the Potomac river run backwards so there’d be enough water on hand to keep his hammer cool Just about the time John Henry be gan to wear out a handle every six and three-quarter minutes, a fellow showed up with a steam-driven drill and challenged John Henry to a drill ing contest “Boss man, how many days’ staht you-all want so’s I won’t ketch up with yu’ too soon?” asked John Henry. The steam drill man said they’d start at the same time, so at It they went. And, as everybody in the South knows. John Henry Beat dat steam drill down. Rock was high, po’ John was low. Well, he laid down his hammah an* he died, Laid down his hammah an’ be died. It was too bad that the contest re sulted fatally for the victor. If John Henry had ever grown up to be a full- size man, he might have hung up some real records as a steel drivin’ man. The Good Ship “Wobble” T HE first stories about the good ship “Wobble” were written by Frank Ward O’Malley and printed in the New York Sun, but other news paper men have added details to Its history. It was “O’Malley of the Sun,” however, who first Interviewed Its mas ter, Capt Ileinie Uassenpfeffer, and discovered that he wasn’t quite sane. Captain Heinie had been a second story man In New York. When he sought new fields for his talents Id Africa and found that the houses there were only one story high, the disap pointment unbalanced his mind. For that matter, his ship was a bit unbalanced also. It had only one pad dle-wheel and that was mounted on the starboard side. So when the “Wob ble” started out on a voyage with Its cargo of subways and artesian wells, it just steamed around and around in a circle and never got, anywhere. To correct this defect Captain Heinie Junked the engine and paddle-wheel, installed masts and sails and set out across the Atlantic. Four and a half days out, the ship ran Into what seemed to be a dense black cloud. But the captain soon found that It was a flock of mosquitoes. By the time the “Wobble” bad passed through them, {he Insects had eaten off every scrap of sail and tarred rope from the ship. For a month the ship drifted with the tides. Off the coast of South America it again ran Into a cloud of mosquitoes. By a queer coincidence It was the very same flock that had stripped the ship. Captain Heinie knew they were the same because ev ery mosquito wore a pair of canvas overalls, made from his sails, held up by tarred rope suspenders I A Shout for Bellow A ROUND Horse Cave, Kentucky the natives wilK tell you some what prldefully that you’ll never be able to get the best of Herman Bellow Herman’s knowledge came from a study of nature In the numerous cav erns of his neighborhood. Once an Englishman visited Horse Cave, so the story goes, and engaged in argument with Herman. The re sult was a bet, the loser to be the man who couldn’t answer his own question. Said Herman: “Why Is it a wood chuck leaves no dirt when he digs a hole?" “That’s your question,” retorted the Englishman. “Because he starts to dig the hole at the bottom instead of at the top," replied Herman proudly. “But how does he get to the bot tom?" the Briton wanted to know. "That’s your question 1” cracked Her man Bellow. C Western Newspaper Untoa. Thu “Bud Lunds** “Bad Lands" Is the name given in the western part of the United States to certain sterile regions. They are characterized by an almost entire ab sence of vegetation, and by the laby rinth of fantastic forms into which the soft strata of days, sands and gravels have been carved through the action of wind and water. The best examples are found east of the Black hills In South Dakota, though similar formations occur In Wyoming, Colora do, Arizona, New Mexico and Texaa. 'improved UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL S UNDAY I chool Lesson By KKV. P. B. FITZWATER. D. D, •Umber of Faculty. Moody Bible Institute «f Chlcaco. © Western Nowspuper Union. Lesson for May 31 THE LAST SUPPER LESSON TEXT—Luke J2:T-JJ. OOLDEN TEXT—This do In remem brance of me.—Luke 12:19. , PRIMARY TOPIC—The Supper Jeaus Gave Hla Friends. JUNIOR TOPIC—The Lords Supper. INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC—What the Lord’a Supper Means to Me. . , ._ YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC—What the Lord’a Supper Meant to Jesua. Persian Kitten Is Easy to Do in Cro^s StkcK The last meal that Jesus ate with his disciples was the-Passover, the me morial of the national deliverance which pointed to thte supreme deliver ance* to be effected by Christ on the cross of Calvary. In connection With this Passover, the feast of the .new covenant was Instituted. This feast also has a double import It looks backward to the great deliverance wrought through Christ’s atoning death, and forward to the even greater de liverance which He shall accomplish at his second coming (I Cor. 11:26). I. Thu Last Passover (vv. 7-18). 1. The Passover prepared (vv. 7-13). a. As the time had arrived for the killing of the Passover, Jesus directed Peter and John to make ready for It (v. 8). b. The disciples Inquired (v. 9) where they should prepare the Passover. Doubtless,, they were eager to be of service to their Master and Lord. c. Jesus gave strange directions (vv. 10-12), that they should go into the city, where they would find a man Waring a pitcher of water. The cus tom was for women to carry the water. This unusual occurrence would make It the easier for them to recognize the man of whom they would ask, “Where Is the guest chamber where I shall eat the Passover with my disciples?" d. The disciples gave unquestioning obedience (v. 13), not permitting the unusual Instructions to raise the ques tion of sanity or reasonableness. Jesus, because he was omniscient, knew just how the matter would turn out, and the disciples found It even so. 2. The Passover eaten (vv. 14-18). a. The historic group around that table (v. 14) was composed of Jesua and the Twelve, the apostles. b. Jesus’ words to the disciples (vv. 15-18). (1) “I have desired to eat this Pass- bver with you before I suffer” (v. 15). He desired to show them the meaning of the passion through which he was to go. He also craved their human sympathy as he passed through*thls terrible ordeal. (2) *T will not any more eat thereof until It be fulfilled In the kingdom of God" (v. 16). His death was the antl- typleal fulfillment of the Passover meal. He declared that this would be the last time that they could share to gether this sacred ordinance before the completion of his mediatorial work. (3) “Take tl<s cup and divide it among ourselves” (vv. 17, 18). By the token of the cup the disciples were partaking of the shed blood. This cup should be distinguished from the cup‘ of the feast of the new covenant. II. The Feast of the New Covenant (vv. 19, 20). This feast took place at the close of the pascal supper. * 1. The bread a symbol of Christ’s body (v. 19). As bread nourishes and strengthens our bodies, so Christ Is food to our spiritual nature. Unless the body receives nourishment. It de cays. Unless our souls feed upon Christ, we shall perish. Christ’s giving the physical bread to his disciples sig nified the giving of himself to them. 2. The cup a symbol of Christ’s blood (v. 20). He said, “This cup Is the new testament In my blood which was shed for you," Indicating that each one must personally accept the atonement made by the shedding of his blood. III. The Treachery of Judas (vv. 21-23). 1. The time of Its manifestation (v. 21). It was while they were eating the last Passover that Jesus made an nouncement of the betrayal. Perhaps Jesus was In this manner offering Judas an opportunity at this last mo ment to repent 2. The betrayal was by the deter minate counsel of God (v. 22, of. Acts 2:23). Nothing takes place by chance. Even the sinful acts of wicked men come within the permissive providence of God. This does not, however, lessen the guilt of sinners, for Jesus said, “Woe unto the man by whom he is oetrayed.” 3. The sorrowful question (v. 23). 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