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“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.”
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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
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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
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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.
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THE LAST SUPPER
LESSON TEXT—Luke J2:T-JJ.
OOLDEN TEXT—This do In remem
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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).
That the disciples were not suspicious
of one another Is evident from the per
sonal nature of the question they
asked, “Lord, Is It I?” (Matt 26:22).
Well may each believer ask If he is In
any way betraying his Savior and
Lord.
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