Evening Star Newspaper, April 4, 1921, Page 18

18 A Novel of Mystery, PROLOGUE. N the month of December. 1918, and on the very day that a Brit- ish cavalry diveion marched into Cologne, with flags flying and bands playing as the conquerors of a beaten nation, the manager of the Hotel Nationale in Bern received a letter. Its contents appeared to puz- zle him somewhat, for having read it twice he rang the bell on his desk to summon his secretary. Almost im- mediately the door opened, and a young French girl came into the room. “Monsieur rang.” She stood in front of the manager's desk, awaiting in- stru tions.. “Have we ever had staying in the hotel a man called le Comte de Guy He leaned back in his cbair and look- ed at her through his pince-nez. The secretary thought for a mo- ment and then shovk her head. “Not as far as I can remember.,” she said. “Do we know anything about him? Has he ever fed here, or taken a pri vate room?" Again the secretary shook her head. “Not that 1 know of.” The menager handed her the letter. and_waited in silence until she had read it. . . “It seems on the face of it a pecu- liar request from an unknown man, he remarked as she laid it down. dinner of four covers; no expense to be spared. Wines specified and if not in hotel to be obtained. A private room at half-past seven sharp. Guests to_ask for room X.” The secretary nodded in agreement “It can hardly be a hoax.” she re- marked after a short silence. “No.” The manager tapped his teeth with his pen thoughtfully. “But if by chance it was, it would prove an ex- pensive ome for us. 1 wish I could think who this Comte de Guy i “He sounds like a Frenchman ‘mnswered. Then after a pause: T suppose vou'll have to take it seri- ously?” H “] must. He took off his pince-nes and Jaid them on the desk In front of im. “Would you send the maitre Q'hotel to me at once.”™ Whatever may have been the man- ager's misgivings, they were certain- 1y not shared by the head waiter as he left the office after receiving his Anstructions. War and short rations had not been conducive to any par- ticularly lucrative business in ~his sphere: and the whole sound of the ‘proposed entertainment seemed to him to contain considerable promise. Moreover, he was a man who loved ‘his work, and a free hand over pre- ‘paring a dinner was = joy in itself. Undoubtedly he personally would ‘meet the three guests and the mys- serious Comte de Guy; he personally would see that they had nothing to|™eR ‘ecomplain of in the matter of the serv- Jce at dinner. Bull-Dog Drummond BY CYRIL McNEILE (“Sapper™) (Copytight, 1921, by George H. Doran Co.) emiled the host FEATURE PAGE Love and Adventure. short dark beard, and in profile his face was aquiline and stern. The eyes, which had so impressed the manager. seemed now to be & cold gray-blue; the thick brown flecked slightly with gray, was brush. ed back from a broad forehead. His hands were large and white: not ef- feminate, but capable and determin- ed: the hands of a man who knew Wwhat he wanted. knew how to get it and got it. To even the most super- ficial observer the giver of the feast Was a man of power: a man capable of forming instant decisions and of carrying them through. . . . And if S0 much was obvious to the superficial observer. it was more than obvious to the three men, who stood by the fire watching him. They were Wwhat they were simply owing to the faot that they were not superficial Servers of humanity; and each one of them, as he watched his host, real- ized that he was in the presence of a great man. It was enough; great men do not send fool invitations to dinner to men of international repute. It mattered not what form his great neas took—there was money in great- ness, big money. And money was their life. . . . The count advanced first to the American. Hocking, I believe,” he re- .in_ English, holding out his “l am glad you managed to The American shook the proffered hand, while the two Germans looked at him with- sudden interest. As the man at the head of the great Amer- ican cotton trust, worth more in mil- lions than he could count, he was en- titled to their respect. . . . That's me, count,” returned the millionaire in his nasal twang. “I am interested to know to what I am i ! > in good time, Mr. “I have the dinner will fill in that time sat- isfactorily.” He turned to the taller of the two Germans, who without his coat seem- ed _more like a codfish than ever. “Herr Steineman, is it not?' This time he spoke in German. The man whose interest in German coal was hardly less well known than Hocking’s in cotton bowed stiffly. ‘And Herr von Grats? The count turned to the last member of the par- ty and shook hands. less well known than either of the other two in the realms of internatiomal finance, von Gratx's name in the steel trade of central Europe was ome to Hocking, conjure with. . Well, gentlemen,” said the count, before we sit down to dinner I may perhaps be permitted to say a few words of introduction. The nations of the world have recently been engaged in a performance of unrivaled stu- pidity. As far as one can tell that rformapce .is mow over. The last thing I wish to do is to discuss the war—exeept in so far as it concerms our meeting here tonight. Mr. Hock- ing is an American, you two gentle- are Germans. I war | cu; hair, § hopes that | Ihom: then he turned to the two Ger- | mans. “Now you two gentlemen must ad~ ’m.l.t that your plans have miscarried somewhat. It was no part of your jorigipal program that a British army i should occupy Cologne. . . .* E “The war was the act of a fool. snarled Herr Stelnemann. ‘And now—they have beaten you.” | The count smiled slightly. “Let us ]admlt that the war was the act of a fool, if you like, but as men of busi- th the re- ntlemen, as ou £ ness we can only deal sult. the result, it concerns us. Both have no doubt. And vyou ing, have no love on personal grounds for the English. . . . But I am not Proposing to appeal to financiers of your reputation on 'h grounds as those to support my scheme. . . . It is enough that your personal predilections run with and not against what I am about to put before vou the defeat of England . . . a defeat more utter and complete than if she had Jost the war. . . i His voice sank a little, and instinc- tively his three listencrs drew close “Don’t think that I am proposing this through motives of revenge merely. We are business me! and revenge is only worth our while if it pays. This will pay. I can give you no figures, but we are not of the type who deal in thousands, or even hundred of thousands. There is a force in England which, if it be har- nessed and led properly, will result in millions coming to you. . . . It Is present now in every nation—fetter- ed, in articulate, uncoordinated. . . . It is partly the result of the war—the war that the idiots have waged. Harness that force, gentlemen, dinate it and use it for your own ends. That is my proposal. Not only will you humble that cursed country to the dirt, but you will taste of power such as few men have tasted before. " The count stood up. his eyves blazing. “And I—I will do it for you." He resumed his seat, and his left hand, slipping off the table, beat a tattoo on his knee. “This is our opportunity—the op- portunity of clever men. I have not got the money necessary; you have ©. . He leaned forward in his chair tand ‘glanced at thé intent faces of his audience. Then he began to speak. . . . Ten minutes later he pushed back his_chair. “There is my proposal, in a nutshell. Unforeseen ment will doubtless occur; spent my life overcoming the unex- pected. What is your answer?" He rose and etood with his back to them by the fire, and for several minutes no one spoke. KEach man was busy with his own thoughts, and coor- gentlemen, toothpick backwards and forwards in his mouth slowly and methodically; Steinemann stared at the fire, breath- ing heavily after the exertions of dinne: von Gratz walked up and down—his hands behind his back— whistling under his breath. Only the Comte de Guy stared unconcernedly at the fire, as if indifferent to the result of their thoughts. In his atti- tude at that moment he gave a true expression to his attitude on life. Ac- customed to play with great stakes, he had just dealt the cards for the most gigantic gamble of his life. . . ‘What mattér to the three men, who were looking at the hands he had given them, that only a master crimi- nal could have conceived such a game? The only guestion which oc- pled their minds was whether he could carry it through. And on that point they had only their judgment of t | his personality to rely on. claim we sufficlently international to be able to disregard any stupid and pett: about this Pehat French secretary tarily as the maitre d'hotel step] obsequiously forward. Cosmopoli as the hotel was, even now she could Dever hear German spoken without an inward shudder of disgust. g : she murmured in dis- ust to the manager as the first ar- rival disappeared through the swing doors at the end of the lounge: It is 1o be regretted that that worthy man .was more occupied in shaking himself by the hand., at the proof that the Jetter was bona fide, than in any med- 1 like glance at the speaker. * Then in execrable French he, too, asked for Room X. o's not French,” said the secre- “tary excitedly to the manager as the fil-assorted pair were led out of the JJounge by the head waiter. “Th: ast one was another boch © The manager thoughtfully twirled his_pince-nez between hi “Two Germans and an American.’ He Jooked a littla spprebenaive. “Let us hope the dimner will appease ly. But whatever und his | er could swear to as regards the new- comer's appearance was a of . steel-gray eyes which seem- ed_to bore through him. | “You got my letter this morning?" | “M'sieur le Comte de Guy?' Th manager bowed deferentially and rub- bed his hands together. "Everything is ready, and your three guests have arrived.” * “Good. T will go to the room at once. The maitre d"hotel stepped forward to relieve him of his coat, but the count waved him away “T will remove it later.” he remark- ed shortly. “Take me to the room. As he followed his guide hin eyes swept round the lounge. Save for two or three elderly women of doubtful nationality, and a man in the Ameri- can Red Cross, the place was desert- ed; and as he passed through the ewing doors he turned to the head walter. “Bueiness good” he asked. No—business decidedly was not good. The waiter was voluble. Busi- mess had never been so poor in the memory of man. . . . But it was to be hoped that the dinner would be to Monsieur le Comte's liking. . . . He personally had superintended it. ‘Also the wines. “If everything is to my you will not regret it.” said the count tersely. “But remember one thing. After ahe coffee has been brought in. 1 do not wish to be disturbed under | any circumstances whatever.” The head waiter paused as he came to a door, and the count repeated the last few words. “Cnder no ecircumstances whatever.” “Mais certainement, Monsieur le Comte. L personally will see to it isfaction As he spoke he flung open the door It cannot be sald it the atmosphere of the room ‘was congenial. The three occupants ‘were regarding one another in hostile ‘silence. and a8 the count entered they, with one accord, transferred their suspicious glances to him. For a moment he stood motionles: ‘while he Jooked at each one in turn. Then he dtepped forward. K “Good evening. gentlemen”—he still | spoke in French—*“l am honored at your presence.” He turned to the head waiter. “Let dinner be served in_five minutes exactly ‘With a bow the man end the door closed. “During that five minutes, gentle- men, I propose to introduce myself to you, and you to one another.” As he #poke he divested himself of his coat and “The business which I wish 10 discuss we will postpone, with your permission, till after the coffee, when We shall be undisturbed. In eilence the three guests waited wiile he unwound the thick white mufffer; then, with undisguised cur: osity, they studied their host. In ap- left the room, Ppearance he was striking. He had & 2 m=a, Engiish the other. “In addition, I myself understood in China, country and that Tegard the world out- al country, and to look at the t from one present mament point of view and ome point of view only—our own." “It will be my object after dinner,™ continued the count, “to try and prove to you that we have a common point of view. Until then—shall we mere- 1y concentrate on a pious hope that the Hotel Nationale will not poison us with their food”" “I guess,” remarked the American, “that you've can make Balkan States, and— as he. spoka,.robbed: the of offense. ‘waiter Iry and vichy water were the nn’\in of capac his y. err Steinemann was of the com- mon order of German, toe whom food i eacred. . He ate and drank enor- ously. and evidently considered that mothing_ fu: was requl of him. Von Grais did his beat to keep his end up, but as he was apparently in a chronic cendition :}dlur ‘that the hi te (e Frmi- | 5310 of the meal. And so to the host must be given the credit that the danner was a suc- cess. Without appearing to monope- lize the conversation he talked ci lesaly and well lantly. to be no cor- ner of the globe with which he had mot a nodding - at least; while with most was ae familiar as a Londoner with Picca- dilly Circus. But e most brilliant of coj strain of talking 10 a hypochondrical American 3nd two Germans—one greedy and the other frightened—is considerable: and the count heaved an inward sigh of relief when the cof- fee had been handed round and the door closed behind the waiter. From now on the topic wWas an easy one— one where no effort on his part would be necessary to hold his audience. It was the topiec of money—the common bond of his three guests. And yet, as he carefully cut the end of his cigar. and realized that the eyes of the other three were fixed on him expect- antly, he knew that the hardest part of the ®vening was in front of him. BEig financiers, in common with all other people, are fonder of having money put into their pockets than of taking it out. And that was the very thing the count proposed they should do—in large quantities. . . . “Gentlemen,” he remarked, when his cigar was going to his satisfaction, “we are all men of busines. I do not propose therefore to beat about the bush over the matter which I have to put before you, but to come to the point at once. I said before dinner that I considered we were sufficiently big to exclude any small arbitrary national distinctions from our minds. As men whose interests are interna- tional, such things are beneath us, [ wish now ta slightly qualify that re- mark.” He turned to the American on his right. who with his eyes half closed was thoughtfully picking his teeth. “At this stage, sir. | address myvelf particularly to you." “Go right ahead,” drawled Mr. Hocking. “I do mot ‘wish to touch on the war—or {its result; but though the central powere have been beaten by America and France and England, I think 1 can speak for you two gen- tlemen”—he bowed to the two Ger- mans—"when 1 say that it is neither France nor America with whom they desire another round. England is Ger.3any's main enemy; she always always will be.” the American's eyes closed a little more.. 1 have reason to believe, Mr. Hock- ing, that yoy personally do mot love the English?* 1 guess I don't see what my pri- vate feelings have got to do with it. But If it's of any interest to the com. pany you are correct in your belle! “Good.” The count nodded his head as if satisfied. "I take it then that you would not be averse to seeing England down end out.” “Wal” remarked the American, “you can assume eaythin, u feel T: Let's get to the show- ,v.“ Once again the count sedded - his / 1 Suddenly the American removed the toothpick from his and stretched out his legs. ‘““Fhere i» a question which occurs to me, count, before I make up my mind on the matter. I guess you've got us sized up to the last button; you know who we are, what we're worth, and all about us. Are you dis posed to be a little more communica- tive about yourself? If we agree to come in on this hand, it's going to cost big money. The handling of that money is with you. Wal—who are you?" mouth, Grats paused pacing and nodded his ment; even Steinemn effort, raised his . face as he turned and faced them. “A very fair question, gentlemen, and yei one which I regret I am un- able to answer. I would not insult your intelligence by giving you the fictitious eddressof—a fictitious count. Enough that I am a man whose live- 1thood les in other people's pockets. As you say, Mr. Hocking, it is going to cost big money; but compared to the results the costs will be a flea- bite. . . . Do I look—and you are all of you used to judging men—do I look the type who would steal the baby’s money-box which lay on the mantlepiece, when the pearls could be had for opening the safe. . . . You will have to trust me, even as 1 shall have to trust you. . . . You will have to trust me not to divert the money which you give me a8 working expenses into my own pocket . . . T shall have to trust you to pay me when the job is finished. . . . that payment will be—how 7' Steinemmnn’s guttemal voice broke the silence. “One million pounds sterling—to be split up between you in any propor- tion you may decide, aud to be paid within one month of the completion £ my work. After that the matter will pass into your hands . . . and may you leave that cursed country grovelling in the dirty . . .* His eyes glowed with a fierce, vindletive fury; and then, as if replacing a mask which had slipped for a moment, the count was once again the suave, cour- teous host. He had stated his terms | frankly and without haggling: stated jthem as one big man states them to janother of the same kidney, to whom time is money and indecision or beat- | | ing about the bush anathema. “Take them or leave them.” So much had he said in effect, if not in actual words, and not one of his au- | aience but was far too used to men and matters to have dreamed of sug- gesting any compromise, All or noth-j ing: and no doctrine could have ap- pealed more to the three men in whose hands lay the decision. . . . | " “Perhaps. count, you would be good enough to leave us for a few min- utes.” Von Gratz was speaking. “The decision is a biz one. and . . “Why, certainly, gentlemen.” The count moved towards the door. I will return in ten minutes. By that time you will have decided—one way or the other. i Once in the lounge he sat down and lit a cigarette. The hotel was desert- ed save for one fat woman asleep in a chair opposite, and the count gave himself up to thought. Genius that he was in the reading of men's minds, he felt that he knew that te { the result of minues’_deliberation. . And then What then? . . . In his imagination he saw his plans growing and spreading, his tentacles reaching into every corner of a great peaple—until, 2 t, everything was ready. nself supreme in power, glutted with it—a king, an autocrat. who had only to 1ift his fin- ger to plunge his kingdom into de- struction and annihilation. . And when he had done it, and the coun-} try he hated was in ruins, then he| would claim his million and enjoy it as a great man should enjoy a great re: .. . . Thus for the space of ten minutes did the count see visions and dream dreams. That the force he proposed to tamper with was a dan gerous force disturbed him not at all he was a dangerous man. That his scheme would bring ruin, perhaps_death, to thousanda of inno: cent men and women, caused him no qualm: he was a supreme egoist. All| that appealed to him was that he had seen the opportunity that existed and | that he had the nerve and the brain to turn that_opportunity to his own ad- Only the necessary money was and . . . with a quick movement he pulled out his watch. They had had their ten minutes . . . the ‘matter was settled, the die was cast. . . . He rose and walked acrose the lounge. At the gwing doors was the head walter, bowing obsequiously. . It was to be hoped that the dinner had been to the liking of Monsieur lo Comte . . . the wines all that he could wish . . .. that he had been com- fortable and would return again “That is improbable.” The took out his pocketbook. “B never knows; perhaps I shall.” He save the waiter a mote. “Let my bill o | sount | THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTORN, D. as I pass through the hall.” Apparently without a care in the world the count passed down the pas- €age to his private room, while the head waliter regarded complacently the unusual appearance of an English five-pound note. For an appreciable moment ¢the count paused by-the door, and a Taint into the room. . The American was still chewing hi toothpick; Steinemann still breathing hard. Only von Gratz had changed his occupation, and he was sitting at the table smoking a long. thin cigar. The count closed the door and walked over to the fireplace . . . “Well, gentlemen,” he said quletly, ‘what have you decided?’ It was the American who answered. “It goes. With one amendment. The money is too big for three of us: there must be a fourth. That will be a quarter of a million each.” The count bowed.. “Have you any suggestions as to whom the fourth should be?’ “Yep,” said the Amerigan shortly. “These two gentlemen agres with me that it should be another of my coun- trymen—so that we get equal num- bers. The man we have decided on is coming to England In a few weeks— Hiram C. Potts. If you get him in, you can count us in, too. If mot, the deal's off.” The count nodded, and if he felt any annoyance at this unexpected devel- opment he showed no sign of it on his_face, T know of Mr. Potts,” he answer- ed quietly. “Your blg shipping man, isn't he. I agree to your reserva- said tio; “Good,” “Let's discuss some Without a trace of emotion on his face the count drew up a chair to the table. It was only when he sat down that he started to play a tattoo on his knee with his left hand. . . . . . . . . Half an hour later he entered his luxurious suite of rooms at the Hotel Magnificent.. A girl who had been lying by the fire reading a French novel. looked up at the sound of the door. She did mot speak. for the look on his face told her ail she wanted to know. He crossed to the sofa and smiled down at her. “Successful on our own terms. Tomorrow. Irma, the Comte de Guy ies and Carl Peterson and his daugh- ter leave for England. A country gen- tleman, T think, is Carl Peterson. He might keep hens and possibly pig: The girl on the sofa rose, yawning. “Mon Dieu! what a prospect! Pigs and hens—and in England! How long is it ‘going to take The count looked thoughtfully into the fire, “Perhaps months . . gods. . . CHAPTER L In Which He Takes Tea at the Carlton and Is Surprised. 1 Capt. Hugh Drummond, D.S.0., M. late of His Majesty's Roval Loam- shires, was whistling in his morning bath. Being by nature of a cheerful disposition, the symptom did not sur- prise his servant, late private of the ITTLE GTORIES l)&Br:lS)mE?r:- Mrs. Bear’s Secret, Is Nearly Forgotten. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. Who gives his time to’ family Has naught for other folks" . —Sammy Jay. Sweet. Mistress Spring had arrived. Tlere was no doubt about it. Gentle Sister South Wind had awakened the first of the flowers In the Green Far- est and on the Green Meadows. The leaves on all the trees had burat thelr ‘brown wrappings. Winsome Eluebird and Welcome Robin were already building homes in the Old Orchard. The sweet singers of the Smiling Pool, which some people call “Peepers,” were singing as if they could not stop to take breath. Hap- piness was in the very air. And everybody was busy, oh, so busy. You see it was the time of homemaking for all the little people of the Green Forest, the Green Mead. ows, the Old Pasture, the Old Or. chard and the Smiling Pool. Every- body. was busy with his own affairs and had no time for the affairs of other people. Some were house hunt- ing. Some were house building. Some re seeking mate: And some al- ready had hungry babies to feed and care for. So Mrs. Bear's secret was almost forgotten. Sammy Jay and Blacky the Crow were building nests and had no time for idle curiosity. Reddy Fox had a family hidden in the Old Pasture, and, being a good father, spent all his time hunting for food for his funny and al- ways hungry babies. Only Peter Rab- bit had time to be curious. Peter al- ways has time for that. You see, he leaves the care of his children to little Mra. Peter. Once in a while Peter would think of Mrs. Bear and wonder about that secret, but there was so much going on all about him, so many old friends to greet, so many new homes being built, s0 many secrets near at han to try to find out, that Peter felt he couldn’t waste any more time hang- ing around that old windfall deep in the Green Forest. So even Peter al- most forget Mrs. Bear and her secret. As_for Mrs. Bear, she went about her business and paid no attention to any one. It suited her perfectly to be forgotten. She wanted no neighbors and wasn't in the lonesome. Occasfonally she saw Bus. ter Bear. Then she would growl and Buster would hasten away. It was clear that for some reason she didn’t want him about and Buster had no desire to be where he wasn't wanted. a year—perhaps six . It is on the lap of the res irs. a® N SHE WOULD GROWL AND BUSTER WOULD HASTEN AWAY. He was quite content to leave that part of the Green Forest to Mrs. Bear. For his part he preferred to wander about in search of food ‘which he needn’'t share with another, even though that other was Mrs. Bear. You see, Buster is sometimes selfish. ¥ you been there to see you might have noticed that Mrs. Hear never went very far from the great windfall where she made her home. or was she gone very long at a time. She seemed wholly satisfled with her home and its neighborhood. Once she saw Old Man Coyote watching her. She promptly rushed at him in a way that made him take to his heels in & hurry. After that he kept away from that part of the Green Forest, just as Granny Fox and Reddy Fox kept away. 8o the days grew longer and warmer and everybody grew er and buasler. And having secrets, very precious se- crets, of their own the little people of the Green Forest and the Green Mead- oKl x would once in a while think of it and grin. She still kept it. (Copyright, 1921, by 7. W. Burgws.) 1 % grilled to a turn. But on this particular = the invari least | same famous regiment, who was lay- Ing breakfast th en adjoiring room. After & while the whistling ceased and the mmusical gurgle of escaping Water announced that the concert ‘Was over. It was the signal for James e _square-jawed ex-batman— to into the vack regions axd get from his wife the kidneys and bacon which that most excellent woman had able routine was broken. James Denny seemed preoccu- pled, distrait. Once or twice he scratched his head and stared out of the window with a pus: And each time, after a briel survey of the other side of Half Moon streat, he turned back again to the breakfast table with a grin. you looking for, Demnny?’ The irate voice of his wife at the door made him look round guil- tily. “Them kiidneys is ready and walting these five minutes.” Her eyes fell on the table, and she advanced Into the room wiping her hands on her apron. “Did_you ewer see such a bunch of she said. “Forty-five,” returned her husband grimly, “and more to come.” He pick- ed up the newspaper lying beside the chair and opened it out. _ “Them’s the result of that.,” he con- tinued cryptically, indicating a para- graph with a asquare finger, and thrusting the paper under his wife's nose. “Demobilized officer,” she read slow- 1y, “finding peace incredibly tedious, would welcome diversion. Legiti- mate, if possible; but crime, if of a comparatively humorous description. Excltement _essential. | James the applicant for his services. Reply at once Box X10. She put down the paper on a chair and stared first at her husband and then at the rows of letters neatly ar- ranged on the table. “I calls it wicked, length. of Providence. Crime, Denny—crime. Don’t you get 'aving nothing to do with such mad pranks, my man, or you and me will be having wor: She shook an admonitory finger at! him, and retired slowly to the kitchen. Tu the days of his youth James Denny had been a bit wiid, and there was a look in his eyes this morning—the suspicion of a glint—which recalled old memories. A moment or two later Hugh Drum- mond came in. Slightly under six feet in height, he was broad in propor- tion. His best friend would not have called him good looking, but he was the fortunate possessor of that cheer- ful type of ugliness which inspires immediate confidence In its owner. His nose had never quite recovered from the final one year in the public schools heavy weights; his mouth was not small. In fact, to be strictly ac- curate, only his eyes redeemed his face from being what is known in the vernacular as the frozen limit. Deep-set and steady, with eyelashes that many a woman had envied, they showed the man for what he was—a sportsman and a gentleman. And the combination of the two is an unbeat- able production. He paused as he got to the table and glanced at the rows of lafters. His servant, pretending to busy him Belf at the other end of the room, was watching him surreptitiously, and noted the grin which slowly spread over Drummond’s face as he picked (Continued on Nineteenth Page. WO either side. v Watch the Film Go That film which dims your teeth Your teeth sre now film-costed, move or less. Perhaps the film s cloudy, so-the testh look dim. Look at them. Do they glisten as they should? If not, try this new msthod and watch how they change in ten days. Millions of people have done this, Yousee the results on every hand — in teeth you envy, maybe. Do what they do—combat the film. Then see how well it pays. That film does this: Film is that viscous coat you feel. Itclings to teeth, gets between the teeth and stays. The ordinary tooth paste does not end it Brushing does not keep teeth free. Month after month it may linger to do a ceaseless damags. Most tooth troubles are now traced to film. And, despite the tooth brush, they have constantly increased. Very few people escaped them. The film abeorbs stains, making the teeth look dingy. It is the basis of tartar. It holds food substance which ferments and forms acid. It holds the acid in contact with the teeth to cause decay. Millions of germs breed in it. They, with tartar, are the chief cause of pyorrhea. Also of other serious troubles, local and internal. Years devoted to it CAPTURED GERMAN GUNS SHOULD BE SEEN BY EVERY J. T. C. MEMBER. Dear Girls and Boys: Down behind Smithsonian Institution finest collection of battered guns, and you do not want to miss seeing them. Go down to the grounds of the De- partment of Agriculture and turn to yn:r' left. In behind one of the great red buildings s Cantured from Germany. T o v e a light seventy-seven and tried Light 77 Captured by the American Expeditionary Forces With Many Others at the Smithsonian Institution. work it, but it had been shot all to| pleces by the doughboys. There are nine scars on the barrel alone, and the ts in front are all battered. I wonder what happened to the poor fellows who sat on the little seats on Anybody who talks for war ought to see that collection of guns. There are other big ones along the other side of the drive, and they are all marked with the place where they were cap- Some of them are so big my MONDAY, APRIL 4, 1921 A Cruelty in Children. The one case whern physical pun- ishment seems just and necessary for chiléren is where a child, ia inftet- ing physical paln upom some one weaker than himself. The normal child takes a certain pleasure in teasing and tormenting animals younger children and. ¥f he feels he darea, servants. It is a part of his instinct for power, and is not crue in the grown-up sense. for the chil bead does not come to the-hub of the wheels. They look ugly to me and they must bave cost thousands of dol- lars. I wonder who paid for them? Right next to fhe display of guns is a building with eroplanes in it. Oh. boy! I could sttf in that building ali day. Then right across the road is the first areoplane that ever flew in this country. Another thing you t to seo is the model of the coal mi working at certain hours of the da The cars run nd out under the make-believe fils and dump oco: ‘Washington. is the I got up on to one way of making him understand what he is doing is to inflict promptly ssible the same pain upon himself. It s of the utmost importanco check this tendency toward craelt out of it issuc much later sin and suffering. But it must be done with oare that the chiid does understand it. As with grown-up individuals and ‘with nations half the awful cruelty in the world is caused by stupidity. by lack of imaginaiion, by inability to put one's self in the other person’s position and apprec ate what one does to him. When parents can teach children to be kind. teach them to inflict no v would not be willing prompt meting to them have meted to another, is not onmnly to v : of what physical punishment Natiosal Photo, Wash. [ justified. it is required. (Copyright, 1921.) Y they while little lights turn on and off as|to kill each other, and T remembered signals. I had some liberty bonds that help In another part of the Smithsonian |to pay for guns for our boys. Well, it's 18 an exhibit of all kinds of weapons | a great world, and the place to see all that people long ago used to fight(that has happened in history is in with. Seems strange, but iniall the | Washington. Soon I am going o wri history as far as I have been in school | about other things in the Smithsonian, the people were always fighting about | and it will not be about war. J. T. something. I looked at those stone|members are Writing to me from hatehets and stone spearheads, and |everywhere, and I am answering the then I thought about the machine gun |letters as fast as I can, so watch the outside that once fired hundreds of | paper. RUSSELL BURKE, , shots a minute in the attempt of m The Travelog Boy. is Free Simply sail the eoupon for & 10-Day Tube of Pepsodent. Watch the effects and judge it by what you see and feel Yom will quickly reafize that it means %0 you and yomrs a new era in teeth " cissming. It means whiter, safer tecth. ealisd Pepsodens—a tooth paste tased oo modern scisnce. And & 30-Day Tube s deing sent to enyone who will try it. Modern authorities hawe also found the need for helping Nature. Our staschy diet chalk, brings opposite effects. femmmbel?nldd.u-okmrmudl shows. You'll quickly know The user of Pepsodent cannot doubt the 80 to afl in your family this question i impastant. Tt is time-to settls it, as illlons have done. Cut out this coupen now. 10-Day Tube Free * THE PEPSODENT COMPANY, Dept. A, 110¢ 8. Wabash Ave,, Chicago, TIL Mail 10-Day Tube of Pepaodent to l