Evening Star Newspaper, November 2, 1927, Page 29

THE BLACK JOKER BY ISABEL Her ery Put ba (Continued from Yesterday's Star.) CHAPTER XVIIL The Ten of Hearts. ROUCHED in the lee of a sand dune, Janet had waited tense- ly, longing to take a more ac- tive part in what was going forward, but restrained by Mariott's orders. He had told her very little; no details except that help was coming and she must obey im- »licitly, and at the last minute he had put a small, shining, new revolver in her hand and told her to guard her- self well against surprise by Norman and his gang, but to watch the sea. Then a-speck had appeared on the water, approaching till she could see that it was crowded with sailors, and in their midst was something that glitered in the sun like a miniature machine gun. Moriott had returned 10 her with Lucy, but left again after a moment, and together the two girls waited till the longboat had grounded on the ch. The rest hapened so quickly that she scarcely realized it. Most of the sailors piled out with the gun, she and Lucy were bundled Into the boat and 1t had put to sea again before she knew it. “Philip! ose sharply. ‘Mr. Mariott! You're leav- ing him!” But the sailors paid no heed and only Luey laid a hand on her arm. “Yes, miss. JThat was 'ls orders. The sailors is there to protect ’im and once you're safe away ‘e’ll be come back fo Janet shook off the restraining hand and leaped to her feet. “Go back!” She held out her arms in an agony of entreaty. “How can you leave him! Your men can't reach him, he’s hurt and facing that beast alone! I'l jump!” But Lucy pulled her determinedly back in her seat and the man at the bow_ spoke. “Excuse me own orders and Look alive, now He added the last to the men at mil Mr. Mariott’s u'll be quite safe. the oars, and as they skimmed over | the water Janet sat in dull misery. What was happening back there on the sandbar? He had stayed to cover their escape, of course; she hadn't understood what that final handclasp meant! He had stayed to hold Norman's attention, but ever: thing must have been discovered by now and perhaps he was lying- . Then the gun roared, its reverbera- tion booming to 'them over the water, and she turned and gazed back. A single puff of smoke was rising, but o second report came and the island faded and sank low, a mere strip of sand with two dark blotches for the huts, and then the haze obliter- ated it. On the yacht were all strange masculine faces, and to her entreaties the captain’s only assurance was that when she and her maid were put ashore they would go back for Mr. Mariott, . 14 “It's Boston where we're landing, miss,” Lucy velunteered in the privacy of their/cabin. “We're to go on by fast triin to New York and wait thers,” and you'll see as evervthifig will be all right.” 3 spoke in a reassuring tone, Aeking it for granted that her posi- tion had changed from that of guard to guardian, but Janet had other plans. She could do nothing for Philip now save pray that he would come through safely; if the sailors bad not succeeded in protecting him she was helpless to do so. Love had come to her for her little hour, but the sacred task she had set herself was before her and there was no time to be lost. Once during the early evening they 80 close to the shore that she could hear the faint, sweet ringing of village church bells. Sun. da ‘They had left New York fore dawn on Thursday; it- was three whole days. It would be four when they reached it again ahd what might not have happene@ in meantime? Early in the morning they resiehed Boston Harbor and taxied te the station, where the trals was just pulling out for New York. The change in a few short Mours from the remote sandbar with its specter of death to the bustlimg heart of civilization was bewildering, but Janet contentedly followed the ca- pable Lucy’s lead until they were settled in the car. She tried to keep her thoughts sternly fixed on the work yvet to come, but they kept straying back to the father she had lost and the drama which might have been played to a tragic end on the desolate island, and her heart was wrung. “It's no g0od worrying about what might ‘ave ’‘appened, miss,” Lucy whispered as a trainboy came down the aisle. “I've no end of money to see us through, and if you'd like some books or magazines? . . .” Janet shook her head but at sight of the boy's burden an inspiration came to her. “No, but I think I'll get a pack of cards. I could fix my mind on a game of solitaire, perhaps.” “Patience, miss?” Lucy gave the game its English name and her eyes opened wide. “You shall 'ave it! I didn’t know as 'ow you'd learned to play cards! Janet smiled at this reference to the convent, but made no rejoinder, and when the pack was purchased and the porter had set a small table up before her she spread the cards out, managing to drop the seven of hearts in her lap. Lucy watched her for a while and then retired behind a magazine quite as though they were on a pleasure trip, while Jan. moved the cards about aimlessly yet with beating heart. The man in the chair in front of her had turned squarely to the win- dows and In the small mirror that | hung between them she could see that he was covertly watching her. He must have seen her secrete the seven of hearts, for he had his chair the instant she a; the pack of cards. Could it be? . . . Stealtihly she surveyed him in the mirror. He was a stocky, ruddy- faced young man with an upturned mose and a standing pompadour of ‘bright red hair, and his ready-made clothes and alert, self-satisfied af, reminded her of the younger com- mercial men she had encountered on ‘the Sudanic, She met his eyes with a troubled question in her own and instantly he turned his chair still more to- {ward her, stooped and straightened with a playing card in his hand. “Excuse me. 1 think you dropped ithis?" It was the ten of hearts! “fhank you.” Her voice trembled as well as her smile, for she saw ‘that the card was backed with blue while those she held were red. *I Jost the seven of hearts a few min- .utes ago, and now I—I need the ace | fot spades badly!"” His eyes narrowed and he gave an st lmperceptible nod. I'll see if you dropped them also. No, I'm afraid not. They must be still in your deck.” He had stooped once more just long enough to pocket his own card, aud now when she had thanked him he turned his chair with its back squarely to her, burying himself in the sporting page of his newspaper. Lucy volunteered no remark then, but later as they entered the din ing-car for luncheon she sniffed, “Thought ‘e was making a 'it, that earrot-'eaded young man! You must ‘ave froze 'im with a look, for ‘e turned ‘is chair jolly quick. % is again. al If he gets a bit above OSTRANDER. imself I'll see ’e don’t bother you!” But the red-headed young man paid no attention to them, and it was quite by the merest coincidence that he did not start to leave until they had risen from the table. Janet saw the move and In the vestibule hung back for Lucy to precede her. “The train sways so,” she mur- mured. “I can take hold of your arm from behind to steady myself.” Lucy went ahead, all unsuspecting, and_a voice breathed in Janet's ear: “Station, Third taxi from end. Waiting.” It sounded in its brevity like an oral telegram and when Janet turnéed her head he was gone, nor did he reappear in the Pullman till they were nearing New York and it was time for him to collect his bags. “Now, miss, you're perfectly safe ‘ere, and the car should be waiting somewhere about. If you'll stop where you are so I'll ind you again I'll 'ave a Jook for it,” Lucy an- nounced, leading her charge to the fringe of the jostling throng in the vast station. “Nothing can 'arm you ‘ere, and we’ll soon be at 'ome.” She pushed her way into the crowd and Janet gazed after her for a moment with misted eyes, then turned and wormed her way through the arch to where the taxis waited. The door of the third from the end of the line stood open,‘the chauffeur evidently on the alert and the gleam of a red head inside. Without hesitation Janet sprang in and shut the door, and. accompanied by the execrations of his fellow drivers, the chauffeur swung out of line, raced up the incline and was off with a roar {through the crowded streets. Her companion had been eyeing her with eager friendly interest, and now she turned to him. “You understood what I meant?” she asked. “That I've got to reach Nat as quickly as possible?” Ten of Hearts nodded. That's where you—Mineola. “Mineola!” Janet gasped. “He hangs out near there with his plane when' he isn't under special orders, We've all been combing the East for you since you left the Eight of Diamonds and she's been crazy with anxiety. There are half a dozen each of us riding the trains between here and Boston, Phila- delphia_and Chicago on the chance of picking you up, and every motor road is covered as well as the docks. That girl with you was English, wasn’'t she, Miss Dane? That looks as though you've been in the hands of some of Mariott's crowd.” “Of Mr. Marfott himself,” Janet responded. “That's how I happened to leave Mrs. Kerr. I—I had a mes- sage and thought I'd do somethin all by myself and instead I walke straight into a trap.” She had decided quickly not to de- nounce Mrs. Kerr as a traitor to this unknown member of the pack and somehow she could not speak of her father just vet. She would ask Nat whom her father and Mr. Alford had trusted most. “And he took you to Boston?” Ten of Hearts asked quickly, adding: “You see, Miss Dane, we are all still on the trail of Mariott and his friends; they're more important just now than Norman's crowd.” “I know,” Janet smiled to herself. “Do you know where Norman's house is, near Mineola? It's just a little cottage with several willow trees about it, and a stream that empties into a little lake.” “Yes!” Ten of hearts started. “I want to go there tonight,” Janet said simply. “Will you take me?” (Continued in Tomorrow’s Star ) _— MANLIUS ALUMNI MEET. Washingtonians Attend Dinner as Part of $1,000,000 Drive. ‘Washingtonians who are alumni of the Manlius School, at Manlius, N. Y., attended a dinner at the Raleigh Hotel last night as part of the $1,000,000 building and endowment campaign in progress over the country. Col. R. M. Cutts, U. S. M. C,, chairman of the ‘Washington Old Boys’ Association, presided at the gathering, at which Maj. Richard L. Denig, U. 8. M. C.; W. W. MacFarlane and Donald Car- penter spoke. Guests came from Bal- timore and Quantico, Va. ‘Those attending the dinner were Col. Cutts, Lieut. R. M. Cutts, jr., U. 8. M. C.; William MacFarlane, W, W. MacFar- lane, Donald N. Carpenter, Maj. Denig, U. 8. M. C; Maj. John B. Brooks, A. C., U. 8. A.: Maj. Livingston Watrous, James E. Van Alstyne, Miller A. C. Cassidy, Willilam J. Harvey, Prew Savoy, Capt. William H. Crampton, U. 8. Edward O. Anderson, George 0. Van Orden, Carlos Mantilla of the legation of Ecuador, Nelson Busick, sr.; Edward L. Leary and G. Cushings. I'm taking Skinny Women Don’t Stand a Chance!: Gain pounds of weight with New YEAST and IRON Pleasant to take—Quick re- sults—or pay nothing | | i There THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, WEDNESDAY. NOVEMBER 2, 1927.° NEW YORK ASSEMBLYMAN JOINS WAR ON DRY LAW Louis A. Cuvillier to Aid Man Sen- tenced for Life for Persisting in Violating Volstead Act. By the Assoclated Press. NEW YORK, November 2.—Coun. sel at Lansing, Mich, for Frederick Palm, serving a life sentence as a fourth offender for illegal possession of a pint of liquor, today enlisted the support of Louis A. Cuvillier, As. semblyman in the New York Legis. lature and general counsel for the Na- tional Constitution Liberty League of America for the Repeal or Modifica- tion of the Eighteenth Amendment. Announcing he had been invited by Palm’s chief counsel to join the de- fense, Cuvilller said he would leave for Lansing Saturday, welcoming the opportunity to correct ‘‘perhaps the greatest injustice that has ever been known in this country.” Palm, who 18 29 years old, was sen tenced to life imprisonment a month ago. Carrying liquor is a felony in Michigan, and under State law life im- prisonment is mandatory after four convictions of felonies. Of Palm's three other convictions, two were for {llegally carrying liquor and the third for raising eurrency. PRESIDENT MAY ATTEND. Invited to Armistice Day Cere-| By the Associated Press. monies Honoring War Dead. President Coolidge has under advise- | terday was assigned to command the ment an invitation to attend the cere. ' Departments of Hawaii on departure monies at Arlington National Ceme- for the United States of Maj. Gen. tery on Armistice day, November 11, incident to the unveiling of the me- morial to Americans who served in the Canadian Army during the World War. | "The President has received a num. ber of invitations to participate in Armistice day observances. but as yet has made no definite decision. 23 COMMANDS IN HAWAIL Maryland Representative Il BALTIMORE, Md., November 2 (#), —Representative William P. Cole, jr., of Maryland is a patient at Union Me- morial Hospital. The hospital super- intendent reported yesterday his con- dition was good. 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