Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, January 8, 1923, Page 8

ADAME WHO By HAROLD MacGRATH — WHO'S WHO. Jeanne Beaufort, ¢aughter of « Vir- ginian, swears vengeance against the North for the deaths of her father and two brothers in the Civil War. She is enrolled as spy for the Con- federate government and instructed to use the miles of her sex to bring Parson John Kennedy, a Union spy within the power of the South. Dis- covered in the act of spying upon the group of Secret Service agents. of} whom Kennedy is the leader, Jeanne is given the alternative of death or marriage to one of their number. ‘They are all masked, but Jeanne re- jects one volunteer and chooses an- other of the eleven as here husband. To herself, she calls him Irony. Par- son Kennedy performs the ceremony ané the bride and groom, ignorant of each others names and she not even knowing what he looks like, sign the marriage certificate as “Mary Smith” and “Jotn Jones.” As witnesses the group sign as follows: John Kennedy, D. Cwe-L ANNES { GRD-A JI-WG-A F-wG-S A-RD-M Southern officer ané spy for the Confederecy is in love with her but she rejects his a4- vances, One day getting a letter signed “your identity is known. Dis- guising herself with a brown wig and staining her face, Peanne assumes the name of Alice Trent, she goes to Baltimore to carry on her work. She {s unaware that a real “Alice Trent” Inves in} Baltimore. John Armitage, « Union officer, rescues Jeanne from a drunken man. Jeanne induces Morgen to abduct Kennedy so that she may question him about the names on the certifl- cate and ebout a@ curious tattoo mark on the arm of the man she married. Armitage rescues him, but Jeanne) escapes. She sees plecards, announc-| {ng a reward for her capture, “dead or alive.” Armitage, father of the is Ciscussing plans for the | doy’s clothes, Captain Armitage re- cognizes her, but says nothing, and is) pound to face a firing squad in the morning. | Armitage helps Jeanne to escape end she makes her way back to her home. It is now the Center of a Con-| federate encampment. Sentries bring word thet a Union spy is on the INSTALLMENT NO. EIGHT OF *THE MAN ON TI man's left arm. There it was, dreaded unforgettable circle with the strange device in the center. She was free! For there, at her feet, lay the man with the devil's ban- ter, the man she had married! ARSON KENNEDY leaned against the side of the window and looked across Pennsylvania avenue. }man at the desk asked. “Are you keeping an eye on Arm!- tage?" “I am keeping two eyes on him. He doesn't keep many secrets from mp.” “Could you put your hand on Mor- gan’s shoulder?” As said Kennedy, snap- ping his fingers. “But if we spring him, we lose a more valuable quarry. Armistrong could have handled them both, poor Iad.” “Do you know where Armstrong ated?” “Somewhere lunes.” “At the home of Jeanne Beaufort,” said the other, gazing curiously at the broad back of his friend. inside the enemy's Kennedy whirled around. “Jeanne Beaufort's home? GRD-A_ died there? . . . They are paring us down. Fogarty has been hanged, and Schmidt; Henderson has died of ex- posure; Skinner has been shot; and now comes Armstrong. And you tell me he died at Jeanne Beaufort's!” “You say that Armitage has no se- crets from you?" asked the man at the desk. “I repeat it.” . “Who is Alice Trent?” “Alice Trent?” Kennedy blinked. “Why, so far as I know, she is a young woman from Baltimore, at | Present living with the Caldwells, «| inelined to sit on the fence. | family The Trents are of an old stock In Bal- timore, of established loyalty.” “Armitage calls there quite fre | quently." “What of that?’ “Well, Morgan has called. two or three times.” “Morgan goes everywhere.” “We are laying a trap for Morgen today, merely to open Senator X's eyes. The president is to entrust to the care of Senator X some valuable papers at four, We have spread the rumor quietly that these documents relate to the munition stores. You |will escort the messenger from the! ‘White House to the senator's. Mor- gan ts his private secretary, as you know.” EXNNEDY began to rub his palms together in pleasurable anticlpa- tion. “Morgan knows the combina- ‘tion to the senator's dispatch-box. But} if those are bogus dispatches, lose him. we'll grounds, UPPOSING {tt were Armitage, thought Jeanne; to act would be to send to his death the man she love4. She could not do it, a thousand times |) no! She knew no sleep that night. She! spent the hours lstening, lstening. | She imagined footsteps; she saw Ar-) “That's exactly what we wish to do. We want him out of the sena- tor’s house, in the open. There rac jlots of men who'd be happy if a scan-| dal popped up in the eenator’s home. the documents do what we hope |they will, Morgan will never cross the senator’s threshold again, Parson, those documents are his indictment. That's the joke, If he purloins them mitage running the gauntlet of fire;/ang reads, he'll go into hiding; but she saw him totter and fall. What was that? In the garret above something heavy had clattered to the floor. She waited, holding her breath. She made up her mind quickly. If this man proved to be Armitage, he should go free; her debt would be paid. If it was @ man she did not recognize, well, he would have to pay the penalty. She tiptoed to the door silently, and) waited. A stair creaked. Ho was) coming down, Fearlessly she selzed| the nob and flung the door open. A man’s body plunged against hers. Her revolver exploded harmlessly. The spy dashed Jeanne aside, leap- ed through a window and was gone. A shot broke the silence; then came | nnother shot, followed. by warning cries. A third shot seemed to settle things, for after that all became op-/ pressively still. Jeanne, a hand pressing down ths thundering throbs of her heart, ran Gownstairs. She had not seen the man’s face! In the garden she espied @ group of | officers and men looking down at something which lay quietly at their test. “What has happened?” “The Yankee, Miss Beaufort." said one of the officers. “We got him on the third shot." He held the lantern close to the fallen man’s face. The stab of joy drove a sigh past her lips. It was not Armitage. Yet| the face was oddly familiar to her.| Where had she seen it before? Yes, , now she remembered. It was a civilian. Morgan had forced through politencss to introduce to her one night in Richmond. | | “We found this in his pocket, Miss! Beaufort.” | It was her own photograph, the one that had stood on the dresser.| She was puzzled. They showed her| m dispatch tn a cipher that was as| much of a mystery to her as to the others. But the four capital letters at he botom of the dispatch—G-RD-A! One of tho eleven! Jeanne led back the sleeve of the | turbed. “the will not leave Washington at this! time. If he doesn’t go into the dis Patch-box, then we'll have to try some other method.” “You are taking great risks,"" grum- bled Kennedy. “Sooner or later, he'll hang. Go to Baltimore tomorrow. Come back as soon as you can. For Armitago’s sake I hope there's nothing to my If there is anything off-color, I'm sure that the boy is innocent. Ordi- narily it would be water cff a duck's back. But he's under a cioud. Ana if you warn him, there'll be trouble for you." “I'll not warn htm, Put if Morgan macceeds in getting south, I'll never forgive you “Rest easy on that ecore. That's all.”” Kennedy went away somewhat What new coll rad the, sprung about his feet? ORGAN left Senator X's at o'clock in the evening. The or saw him to the door, ten sen-| Immed(il- Morgan’ returned through the garden window which he had left open and was in the act of lifting the portieres’ rattled on the poles and the senacr himself, with candle in hand, appeared. Morgan sprang, bore the older back- ward, toppled him to the floor, bun- dled’ the dispatches into his pocket, and ran all the way to his lodgings. There he burned what papres he had, saving only his various passes, and fled to another part of the town. The room he entered was rather bare. He lighted the candle and placed the sealed document before him. One by one he broke the seals. He stared entranced. Suddenly he jumped to his feet, furious. Fooled, tricked! He swore. He ripped these cynical indictments into tatters. They had played with him, Henry Morgan, as they would have Played with a tyro! He laughed shortly. Clever, devil- ishly clever! They had gotten rid of him without dragging the senator through the mire of a polit! the The back the lid on the dispatch-box, when | 4] scan-them with the desperateness of their ik BO Che Casper Datip Cridune IT'S A GOOD THING IM Ff NOT SUPERSTITIOUS be THAT WOULD WORRY ME. CEE. 1 WONDER WHAT IT COULD MEAN, ANY WAY? GOLLY 1A BLACK i's OF spooky! Tt BAD tvCcK! > 'M ANXIOUS TO RAVE THE ADOPTION. HEARING. ANONYMOUS CHRISTMAS PRESENT To *KEEZIx—THE = HUNDRED DOLLAR BILL — CUT OF MY mind? DINNY MAHONEY — Te You Since LVE (m CUBA - COMMA - BUT OvER Now, TAKE A LETTER _ DEAR DINAN ~ « T AINT WRITTEN SEEN DOWN HERE! Iv 1s-PERICO- I'M GETTING ALL SeT To Leave HERE -COMmMmA-8Y TOMORROW - PERIOD -IF_ SPARKY ANC I KNOCK EM tm N&w ORLEANS PERIOD -LIkKE WE DID HERE IN HAVANA — THERE'S A Dovece SHIFT. Te .MY_PASy — Coax OW Cicthes IGG ARS AND SEND EM Right “NEW ORLEANS. LA = INE > THE GOVERNOR'S SUITE EWEST HOTEL, THERE iM BUYING .A PRWATE YacHT Ta MISTER GooGLe «Tt JHousuTr PERHAPS Ou MIGHT BE INTERESTED IN HAVING This MINIATURE MopeL CF THE Nacst You You KNow How Sh i i i th | dal, a thing every sympathizer would ‘have hailed with delight. “Devil take them all! Well, the game's up. But Parson Kennedy, anil you, John Armitage, watch out. Tin a masterless man from now on. I'll never leave Washington until I seo, you both dead! Jeanne Beaufort 1s mine, mine!” |. He rolled up his jat the symbol cn his forearm. laughed again as he recalled a night| he had entered Jeanne’s room ‘and stuffed the little note in the side ot her mirror. If only he could get hold of that certificate, to see if she had written her name there! | Next day Morgan recounted to! Jeanne” the trickery which had! brought about his downfall, and he| was keen for reprisal. He must now} remain in hiding, but he would man-| age to keep in communication with her. Besides, he had some news ‘o, her he could not put on paper. He was determined. to attack Par- son Kennedy first. And this fell in| with Jeanne’s plan agreeably. Par- son Kennedy knew, and torture should wrest, the secret from him. | } | EN Parson Kennedy got out of j bed the next morning he found an interesting note under his door- sill. He was a wise old hawk, for he saw through the trap at once.. “Call at Number Nine Black Street tonight at ten if you would learn the truth about Jeanne Beaufort.” “H'mph! This smells strongly of my old friend Morgan. We've nipped | his claws, but we must draw his teeth to be rid of him.” He found Captain Armitaze reading |a letter identically the same as his own t's a trap, son—plain as day,” “But suppose we take a look at it?” | suggested Arnitage. “AN right. We'll go to Number |Nine tonight. Forewarned is fore- jarmed. I'm kind of curious myself. |1f the house doesn’t look ‘right, why, jwe can shy off.” HEH block tn which Number Nine was situated was practically do- serted. Kennedy mounted the steps and the bell. Then things began to happen. Men dashed out of the door, and came pouring from the alley. By their sudden and unexpected volleying they toppled Kennedy and Armitage to the sidewalk. Neither had the slightest chance to defend himself. They were swiftly bound and Bagged, bundled roughly into an evil: smelling hack and driven away. An hour brought them to their journey’s end, They were lifted out. A cabin stood back of the road. They were carried glance was sufficient inside, and a TH QUEEN RequesTeD ME TS FETCH Anta sueer: ALONG MAY SeXAPHONE TEDAY — p 1 DIDNT KNow SHe Was So KEEN SHate She See — TH For MY ts-( Lets WANT MOMA To Hear umaT wee Sav Ine? Ake FOLKS AROUND THE > am OFFICE Who Teeoe EYER. a “é APPLE PEELINGS (MS@DR WASTE BASE Non-ESSENTIAL CITIZENS. But tt} mitage. ! “You are in my way.” “It is an abominable crime you are about to commit. Take us out and Copyright, 1922, by the Bell) Syndb cate, Inc. Another fine instalment tomorrow. tion. tT ilitary necessity. Sih +) a table stood a keg|gloomily for a space—then » stepped men was @ imi t or towter! "Eetashes to which was njover and relieved them of thelr gags. |W a ragged defense, and his con: lence saw through the tatters and} ten-minute fuse. | “They say a prayer is more satli lead tiie: truth Terror first, then deatht |tactory if spoken” aloud.” |. This is not war: {t 1s murder,” sald} shoot us, if you will. But not this—- The two men were placed in chairs|, Kennedy. spat. grimly. .-He had) armitage. mutilation!” and resound, so securely that they|never asked mercy; he never would. | “wel, what is, war but murder?| “I do not care to have you found could move neither hand nor foot. “Are you going to light that fuse,| You would have. shot me quickly|T intend that you two shall van'sh The men who performed this service} Morgan?” asked Armitage. | enough. I win—that is all.” from the haunts of men. John Arm: work solemniy| .“‘I am. | Kennedy ran his tongue across his|tage, Parson Kennedy—adieu!” There was no mockery in Morgan's, battered lips. He fired the fuse, placed the candle on completing their filed out, to acquaint t He swore in his heart that this| “Wil you ever be able to forget us|on the table, bowed and backed out at the death of these twolafter this night's work?" asked Ar-of the cabin, closing the door gently. | Immediately Morgan stepped inside) eyes. cabin, stared at his victims |was war, he | re