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retty _stenographer, Mise Edith Brown, et Bfe his held o Nitle hevond the wiinee T el crertoay TYpinK. Stk down on 8 et doorstep 1o £nt her Eearings when ahe mds Dersell lost i a dense fog. Sudden # 8 oor opens and 3 man, evidently a X 'i: servant conironts her and. he \rthes Sicht Of her portable typewriter cge, | ke her whoiher she will come in and tak and_ his mamner indicates % e one not with it sdventure Ababiy ik, Fagerly weloming a pren TOThE T of mromance 1or which "1er Uhoic Tite has heen stacving. Miss Brown ropa sernes the threarold and within finds & Tam suffering from a serious wound. who Tirns 'Ot 10 be Col. Dessitor. renown 5 > notes—a S e nd cmnapiracy the Tortant of Which hardly penetratas her consgiousnoss Yelore the iast note s set down. Then be @ ~doses 1o her gaze the hoar of' & Jead Tan lvine behind & scrven. The man Desuter | Tlied 38 Dis arch-enemy cave him a | wound f{rom which he himsel! savs Dot recover. With detailed nstric tion on what she sball do with Mes ‘and other papers he intrusts to he dismisses her in the care of the serv- Mergen. and 'a ctrong bodsguard mye f-rioasty conducts her 1o her home. The next morning, when sbe starts to the bonk ¥ place her precious documents in 8 safe: ceposit. box As instructed. she s attacked b rufians, saves her bac anly beca: whe had strapped it to her wrist and by the Timely Intervention of a etrane.r. She safe- ¢ deposits her papers and then ‘successiuily rebuffs An imposter reporter who comes t0 worm eut information. She fin cuaintance_eagerly sought Afl f all eorts. One. s prominent Com P chum Frances Apstine doesnot maly his weéser. Frances finds h a partial confidans h cribes himsel{ it Miss Broun of X.Y.O. By E. Phillips Oppenheim. Convrieht 1927, be K. Phillips Oppenheim. } . mriiatisn for Tances to a_parte from ihe Prinvess Stre. Tal itk febecia] metructions €3 % Sroen wions.” (Continued from Yesterday's Star) INSTALLMENT VIL ! ND then, without any warning. the world with which Miss Brown was engaged seemed to | drop back again to exactly | where it had been before. For| many days nothing whatever hap- pened to disturb the serenity of her existence. Each morning, after she had scanned the personal column of the Times, she visited her clients in the various districts of the city, and @uring the afternoon she typed. Once or twice she went to lunch at | Paul's restaurant, and on each oc-! casion was warmly welcomed. It was | Paul from whom she gained much of | her information as to the trend of nts, and one day, after long con- she asked him a question. Every day things throughout the country seem to become worse, the men’s leaders are permitted to talk the rankest treason, and we do noth- He made her a sign of caution and later on came and sat at her table. “You know what an anarchist is, 2iss Brown?' he asked. | Miss Brown assented. ! “1 didn't understand properly until | quite lately,” she admitted. “I've been reading things up.” *An anarchist is a senseless. soul- Jess machine of- death.” Paul declared, “but there is just one featyre about him—the death he dispenses to others he does not fear for himself. There are about 200 of them distributed about London. Abel Deane and the more respectable portion of the Com- munist party give them the cold =houlder, but the others are willing enough to make use of them. They know very well the bank where the of Dessiter's work is deposited. watch it even now day and night. 1 can oniy eonclude that the reason Dessiter's political executors dont communicate with you is that they don't want any risk of the book being destroyed in a fight—and there would be a fight If any one attempted to fetch it away.” “Couldn’t it be taken away in the ®night in & prison van or ing?" Miss Brown asked “Mr. Paul, liss Brown said, ‘gon ki allowed to finish appeared. She made her usual gay and somewhat exuberant entrance, but she was pale and it seemed to her friend, watching her anxiously, that | there ‘were signs of trouble in her face. “Teil me all the news, you mysteri- ous little moth,” she invited, throw- ing off her hat, curling herself up on the bed and lighting a cigarette. “I've & whole budget myself.” 'Nothing has happened up here,” Miss Brown declared. ‘I have just done my work, gone to bed at night and got up in the morning. What's been happening with you?” *Oh, no end of things,” Frances de- clared. flicking the ash from the end of her cigarette—"mostly connected with _our cosmopolitan acquaintance, Mr. Noel Frankland.” Miss Brown looked grave. There wag nothing in her mind more certain than the fact that she disliked Mr. Frankland very much. “Tell me everything, please.,” she invited. “Well, he wrote and asked if he could motor down and see me, so I in- vited him up to tea.” “Well?" Frances made a little grimace. Her speech became slower. She spoke as though the subject’ were distasteful to her. “He came twice—behaved in the usual fashion. The second time he told me that he was married.” “I shouldn't think,” Miiss Brown said soberly, “that that would matter very much to you except that under the circumstances he ought not to have come and called upon you at all. Do you really think that be is a nice man, Frances?" “Nice? Of course, he isn't nice,” was the impatient rejoinder. “I don't think that any men are nice nowa days. He told me l::; he was mar- pieces in two seconds,” Paul replied | next, He suggested PBrighton first, —"make matchwood of it. Then|put thought that Hastings might there’s another trouble.’ = quieter. And then he reminded me He hesitated. Miss Brown's blue|(hat he was a public man whose eyes were full of questioning. movements glways attracted a great “I have had a hint,” he continued | deal of attention. thoughtfully. “that the -Communists “Beast! Miss Brown exclaimed em- have & #py planted In the bank. That | p) is what makes the authorities re- Juctant to move.” y. Frances agreed. “T felt like that exactly. It's a good word and yet “If they don't do something soon | I wanted to go.” it will be 0o late”” Miss Brown “You don’t really like him?" Miss pointed out. “Do you know, Mr. Paul, | Brown gasped. 1 belleve 1 couid do nearly the whole Frances threw away the end of her of . the work—the part of it that | cigarette. counted, 1 mean—f{rom memory? I “I think, in a way, that he's de- shouldn’t use the same words, per-|testable,” whe replied. *I understand it the sense of it all would be him better than he thinks, and that is there. the conclusion I have come to. He's ;:la vhere would you do 1t?” he | coarse and he's domineering, and he's ol ¥ almost humorously egotistical, but he "’:Icre? she repeated wonderingly. | has power, Edith, gnd a quaint, im- . casive kind virllity. K S s e ) pre o of v Y. jo makes me realize all the time that he's & “that no single movement on your | man, Some of them don't.” part passes unrecorded? Those fel-| ““I hope that you're not going to see Jows bave got tabs on you all the|him agaln,” Miss Brown 4 anx- time. It is quite certain they know | iously. 4 that you &re dining here tonight. One ©or two of them will escort you home, even though you may not realize it. The sound of your typewriter in that Little bed-sitiing room of yours would Frances shrugged her shoulders. “1 don’t know. When it comes to the pinch, you know, I'm rather finicky. 1 hate his ill-made clothes, his braggadocio, his ranting wpeeches. bring thew around you like locusts | I hate all of them, but—) don't know l!!r honey K whether you can understand this—he RBurely they could find some safe | seems to bring with him such an at- pilee for we 1o work,” Miss Brown mosphere of vivid life, and I'm get- PrRuwsted with @ littie shiver ting to hate my chickens, Edith: to wish 1 lived upon a hill or somewhere one must think of | else. A muddy lane and some bulld- ie result of Des- | ings with tin roofs, that i all I can necded—it ix the | see from my windows—and rain. It #it is worth considering,” Paul re- | i e flogred, A ix their publication | always rain 5 ¥ o bring down the | patches of flood in the meadow. The thuse documents may | evenings there are horrible. 1 try 10 not know, but 1 can read—1 can’t. 1 think physieally I'm # 1 who belped procure | too much slive 1o sit still and use my of Noel Frankland's speech | brain only, 1 want something for my If the government de-| eyes 10 rest upon with pleasure, music ish that, no one would | for my body to move to, warmth-—we more that any o can only get o hendful of couls there ny of #uch @ thing us | down in the counuy now, since they olution. You have not | huve begun to talk sbout this strike— report of that speech, Miss | and plenty of light. Nomehow or other | whatever mort of Jamp we buy scems ok her head Lo wmoke and wmell not ok ut mny of the| , anyhow, you're up for the - she replied. It vam got | DL Dow, aren’t you”" Miss Brown [ ey . reminded ber chgertully, “We'll go Fuul tapped with finger upon the | out woniewhere and have & good i, tubie g You haven't made any plans”’ whe “¥rankland went too far even for | @dded, with sudden mnxiety ) e i “I belleve I i true! “Non 61" Vrances sssured her Las been whet Sishren | “Me. Frankland pressed e 10 sy s i Gevil of m funk’ ever wince. | when | was coming up, but | haven 't wie filled with Hussian chsm |t bim know, e thinks 1'm down yagre and he spoke Lo please them. | ile ¢ the sctusl nammes of five prominent Yuglishmen who he swore #hould be bung in front of thelr own houscr und bhe wound up by ssying he there struggling sgalnst my Intatun Yon fur bim, And he's perfectly cou fident thot In & fow duys § shull wilk 100 hiw oM ce—bie hiaw 4 privete it ing room there, he keeps on telling e only Lopef thet he would be pear | 804 fall intw bix s €rourh W yive the rope a pull” Misw Brown shive “ hurrille aaan,” Miss Brown 1 Aelicutely wtrung snd ' ! | When ber triend’s plain specch re her 1 haver’t 1wl you the rest of my yer" Frances went on A | VOTAN'S bkt Gver 1 see me o Awice, They own (b big bouse e other side of the village nng come Qown Lo hunt 1wo diye u week Flie rather wice You ks ull whout her, § eapect—the Princess Blrepatt Mise Brown nodded . “Ehe writew vary clever novels, snd ehe’ wonderful muym N, twu. My yourg man down ut Hampetead his @ bouk of lier hushund's on soclology They Gught 1o make things more in teresting for you, Krances — and they're worth while '’ They sre only down two duys a week A they slways’ have such a crowd of people” ¥Frances complained. “Anyways they've neked us both Lo u perty tordght at their house in Chel: wes " “Rut how delightful tor you! 1 couldn't pongilly 9, uf wuise, but reslize pow,” VPaul con. | v 1 win when § waw | oyl K Miex | 1 1 owieh you could persuade | on of thut Could you not bring Jer biere wguin®’ he went on & it visttully “fhere 18 a0 wuch #houid Nike 1y sy to ber.” Mise Brown studied bim for o 1o end wighed ever 80 silghtly «re Luried in & corner of her e pein of her own briet Lour of yomance sl lngered, yet she wax YOUDE o pews )] ber Jife with the | wuher of viewory, snd Paul wias in | yis wey witractive. Mhe Hked his | arawn, serivus tece, hie hesilsling yet rect spwech, his cefer Fhe liked, o, the einiie which wowetimes made him Dandsose, “f will mee whst I can 40" she Pronee whie Lok bher leave And b8 3t Lappened ou U Very next yehlng, quite uasapectedly, Frauces 1 now about everything. the task I began?” you'll love it. You may meet all sorts of interesting people.” “The curious part of it is, my dear. that you've got to go,” Frances in- sisted. “They made a special point-of it. I told them about we shared a room here, and they weie Why am I not the princess said to me were ‘not later than 10 o'clock, and be sure you bring Miss Brown.” I wouldn't dare to go without you.” immensely Interested. The last words |sweet and soft and « THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C. TUESDAY, JANUARY 10, 1928. They appear to lead harmless and Y o Tuauier me why you in “The princess has a place in the country near where I live, explained, “and (riend and me to a party at her house in _Chelsea tonight.” Paul for a moment looked grave. “You think that I had better not go?" see why I am invited. cause the prince a room with France: ‘You multn'lt hlk. é:’; hing I say or do too seriously. Can' ;'Iml ‘realn);. though, that there are times when one gets tired of one's own standards, of one’s own good taste, of one’s own nice habits. One becomes reactionary from sheer hatred of monotony. I suppose that's the sort of mood in which half the idiotic things in the world are done. Another cktail?” c05"(‘“9145\ ly not. I think if you are ready we will go home and change. Mr. Paul is always afrald if any of his friends come late that there will be no dinner left.” Frances rose to her feet. “Then let's hurry,” she proposed. “I'm hungry.” Paul cn‘:m- cagerly forward to meet them as soon as the two girls entered the restaurant. His first quick smile of gratitude was flashed toward Miss Brown, but it was Frances with whom he walked to a corner table. “I¢ is good of you to come here,” he said. “I have been hoping so much to see you again. It is a small place, and I fear that we have not much to offer. Wa shall serve you gladly, however.” “I am sure it will be very nice," »s replied. “Edith loves coming these days. iss Brown has been very kind. Tt is always a pleasure to see her. I hope you will like what we have this eve- ning.” Paul went on, presenting the menu. “There is plenty of stewed chicken, but I am afraid the fish is nearly all finished. We have some sardines and anchovies, ou have, , “and half us just what please,” Miss Brown begg a bottle of the vin rose.” Paul hurried away to arrange for thelr meal. Frances looked after him curiously. “A most attractive young man,” she declared, “if one can only get over the idea of his being a waiter.” “Ile is a gentleman playing the part of a waiter,” Miss Brown corrected. “I admire him for it very much. He is trying to help his father and@ mother and sister.” Frances lit a cigarette and looked around. “It's rather a jolly little place.” she observed. “I suppose that's mamma behind the desk?” “That is the sister talking to he Miss Brown pointed out. “I don't see the father tonight. He Is generally at that top table quarrelihg with an old friend about the conduct of the war.™ “Interesting,” Frances murmured. “And the young man? Does he flirt with you?"” “Mr, Paul is not that sort. Neither am I. I like him very much, as any one would who knew him however slightly. Besides, it is you whom he admires. “Then he's stupider than he looks." Frances declared. “You're much nicer | than I am, you know, really, Edith— | ientlous—and a dainty little thing. although you do dress like a frump on the streets. If I were a man I should be crazy about yon.” Miss Brown shook her head in some embarrassment. “Frances, dear,” she confided. “I don’t think I want to go. I can't tell you why, but there's really a reason.” “Frock?"” “No. T suppose my black frock would do.” “Then you'll have to come, and that's all there is about it. 1 think the princess wants you to do some work for her.” - Miss Brown reflected. She had had visions since her conversation with raul of being abducted, of being tied tands and feet to her chair while bearded monst applied inhuman tortures to induce her to part with what she remembered of the contents of her precious notebook. And yet she wasn't actually afraid. She knew very well how ridiculous any idea of the sort really was and the vislon faded away. Her sense of humor triumphed, and she laughed softly to herself. “If you want me to go very much, Frances,” she sald, “why, of course it might be fun. Do you mind dining with me at a little place I know of Arst?” T'll dine with you anywhere, my child,” Frances assented, “‘hut let's go and have a cocktall somewhere before “Paul's sister caime a little languldly down the room and talked to them for a minute or two; madame bowed gra- ciously from behind her desk. ‘I suppose these people are real Frances remarked, as she flicked the | ash from her cigarette. “‘Somehow or other they seem to me like ghosts— madame there with her face like a sphinx, making out bills, and the girl, obviously so tired of life, yet saying just the right thing, moving about as though she wera in a palace instead of in a dingy little restaurant run by her | father mother. And your ‘Mr. | Paul.’ He Is really like the picture of the wonderful young soldiers you see in levee uniform standing round the throne—and here he comes bringing the sardines! Paul lingered for a few minutes talking all the while to Frances. After | each course he brought later he, watched the two girls anxiously. 1 “It is good?" he asked, referving to the chicken. “You like it? Some | more of the rice, perhapa® Sxcellent,” they both told him. 1t you knew what a treat It is to| ant food like this,” Frances said “after the wretched littie messes 1 get at home." “It is =imple,” Paul replied, evi- dently gratified, "“but we are very we change.’ “You wouldn’t like some tea, would e it,” was the em- phatio reply. “I tried to drink some in the train coming up, and it nearly poisoned me. Besides, I've drank tea every afternoon down at Meadowley. What a lot of things there are 1'd like to strike right out of my life. After- 1n0on tea would be one of them. Come! We'll go round to the Ritz grill room.” “It's ralning,” Miss Brown ven. tured, “We'lk t wet if necessdry,” Frances declared, swinging herself off e | the bed and urranging her hat you say another word 1 shafl drink | two cocktalls—or even three. Put on your nice drab littie mackintosh your shiny hat, and come along." “I'm not sure that 1 approve of two spinsters wandering out in search of cocktalls,” Miss Brown remarked, as they started off. rances shook out her umbrella, Where shall we g0 to?" she asked. “Hatchard’'s or the Ritz’ Miss Brown deliberated for & mo- ment and decided in favor of the larger measure of respectability, ‘The only occupant of the Ritz grill- room lou: when the two girls made thelr somewhat tentative entrance was Noel Frankland, lounging ungraeefully in an easy chair, with two empty glasses upon the table by his slde and a third one-half full In his hand. He rose to his feet at once and came for. ward to greet Frances, but He was obviously embarrassed. W what are you doing here to. demanded. “Who's feeding ens?” The chickens are all righ Fran ces answered, ,a litte coldly. 1 thought yeu were speaking at Leed: “You .got It wrong,” was the hur. ried reply. “That's Lomorrow night-— I mean the night after, an early dinner here, and going to th theater afterward,” he added, with a us glance over his shoulder. Ith your wife”" With the missus. Good thing 1 told you ahout her, wasn't #t? Look here, what are you doing afterward-tomor. row afternoon? Why can’t you wan- der down and see my whow then? he suggerted, lowering his voice us he bent toward Frances “I don't think 1 want to see your show, as you call 1" Frances replied, “AL the present moment wo are dying for i cocktall, Come along, Edith. We'll st in the corner there. “Awlutly worry 1 can't sk you to Juin e Mr. Frankland uapologleed uneusily, “but you see—well, there we ar | He departed abruptly. A middle {uked wonin of undistinguished up. | { poarunis was standing in the doorway, Frances gave one klance at her and thep pussed her arim through her friend's. “f really don't know Pas they gave their thews men are so tuch 1o b for their questing habits such w plgdn-thepoke, n't It A an Fenn never know how & woman's golng 1o turn out,” | Miss Brown wis ‘Mis. Franklund unsympathetic, If thut was whe," #li6 remurhed, “sevined 10 M8 1o be en: tirely of the siamme order of being us hor husbend. 1 don't Jike her sppearane wnd 1 don’t like his, or his muni or his speech, or his morsls, or tiing about him*" “l’.'- a conimon wort of hruta,” Frapces mused. 1 wonder why that type of man In wometlines aitr to & worman of superior instincts. "L don't agres with you that he 1" wan Miss Mrown's firm roply Lwoman of taste eould be ety such u person. 3¢ 1 serious) that you were, Frances would he one of the g pointment of my life” Frances laughed €, and qrank 1y dear, Tnine was only & general mpoculation, L e & queer wmeed belleved think it ,20d | they both have gifts.” T am having | s clean and careful in the kitchen. Now I prepare you special coffee.” Miss Brown glanced around the room, “And please have yours with us" she begged. “‘There are so few people left,"” He accepted her Invitation with a rateful little bow and sat at the end | of the table. “Can you tell Brown inquired, anything about und her husband “One knows who they are. of course,” the young man replled, after a moment's hesitation. “They are ilke the rest of ux, only they are fortunate. The princess saved her jewels and e, please,™ Miss vhether you know | e Princess Strepaff *“They belong to your socie! Miss Brown ventured to ask. Paul seemed for a moment embar- | rassed 5 | “As @ matter of fact,” he admitted, “they do not. Among some of us— my father for ons—there has always existed a curious feeling of distrust of the Strepaffs. They are , O course, their position is unassailable, but the prince has sometimes express- ed very curious views, and there ex- ists, as one knows, between the princess and Malakoff, the musician, a great friendshi, And Mulakofr?" { ‘He Is one of the most advanced Communists in world.” Paul de clared gravely. “He lives out of Rus- wlat, but he is none the less dangerous. There 1% a belief that it is he who has orgunized the International Cominu- nistlo Association on the Continent, and that, as you may have heard, is & very dangerons movement. But 1 per- haps sy too much. Of the princo or princess I know very little. They have Leen generous in helping some of_our_poorer fellow country poople. | S-0-0-t-h-e Hurting, Itching HEMORRHOIDS Piles—old or new, external er internal—hard or tender —all yleld sneedily to the touch of these little medicated supposl- torien. Easily " introduced use soft 4 blewding stop at once. FYRAMID never Tata 1o sive | relief, | F PY%A"MI.D nd oily, PROOF | @0X BY MAIL our, af oo them, Per bor %0 free comfort 0) i FYRAMID DU O THE 01 THAT I8 IIFVERENT FROM ALL OTHENN Beware of Substitutes. At Gaod Dealers Bverywhere Bayersan O Warke, Columbla HuNe dea are quite famou: Paul confided. triend, Miss Brown, that your invita. tion came?”’ “Entirely,” she assured him. “Then I would not deprive myself of the pleasure of going,” he declded. “One knows of your discretion, and of that it is not necessary to speak. I was gone, she leaned across the table. “Edith,” she declared, “I suspect you of leading a double life. What does it all mean?"” “What deos what mean?” “Why your asking this young man about the Strepaffs, your consulting with him as to whether you shall go. You told him that you were asked be. causs I was asked—as my companion. | t Now I come to think of it, T don't be- lieve that is the truthJ’ “Not the truth!” ; “Why, the princess asked no end of ons about you," Frances went “I met her quite casually. She brows a lNttle raised, a queer expres- sion In her face—and then she asked me your name. What on earth di¢ she want to know your name for? 1 told her, and she listened as though she scarcely heard. The next day they asked me to dinner, and the day afterward this invitation for both of us! The last word I had with her was ‘be sure to bring Miss 4 ith, you'rs an uncommunicative lit tie pig. I knew something had bap pened. Miss Brown considered for several moments in perplexed silence. It wa: Frances, however, who relieved the situ . 8he crushed out the 1e mains of her cigarette upon the pla and rose to her feet. Let's g0,” she suggested. “Thar heavens curiosity is the only woman vice I don’t poszess.” shall wish you both a very pleasant evening, and 1 hope that next time you honor me here you will tell me all about it. You will excuse me now it I leave?” he added, rising to his feet. “I am due at the Cosmopolitan in 20 minutes, and I must change my clothes. 1If you will give me the money for your bill I will save you the trouble of golng to the desk.” Miss Brown hastily counted out the amount from her purse, and added a shilling, “You will give this, please, to the people who work for you in the kitchen,” she begged. Paul accepted it gravely and with- out the slightest embarrassment. i “You are very thoughtful,” he said. 1 hope you will come again soon.” He took his leave after a final word or two with Frances, who had re- lapsed during the last few moments into a puzzled silence, Would you please tell France he has invited my Miss Brown asked. “I cannot 1t is simply be. knew that I shared s down at Chel- in their way,” “It was through your on. came down to see It I could supply her with eggs, and she showed not the slightest interest in @ne until in the course of conversation I told her that I shared a bed-sitting room in Shep- herd's Market with a friend who was a typist. 1 can see %er look at me As #oon as he lnow when I told her that—her eye- 12¢ verything Ironed If you never have tried this service, you have a delightful surprise coming to you. Think of the price—only 12¢ a pound. All of your clothes are washed spic and span. They are folded neatly and returned on time IRONED. 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