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e ———— i—B THE OMAHA SU DAY BEE: AUGUST 20, Sixth Episode CHARTER X111 The Tyrant lispinted, To Utterly tenth peace His thou the quiet and seclusion of t country. He cared went. The one dor Castlet Rt heart sick and 1!l at ease was 1o get far away from cities, to fimd o under the blue skies, hreathing clea air, mixing, for a while those amipler folk who wrest ving ¢ purpose gave him the vhere sun enved He ve in advance nor made hut preferred ta trust 1o surely would not always vlay him false He neither knew n cared what sort of place Freshfield, \'t,, might he nor what sort of people he would en the Simms family, tenants he Meadowland farm. If the lo cality suited his needs he meant to ain there indefinitely. If trouble befell—as he had only too good reason to dread—he could leave the place at a moment’s notice For once in his lite, John Burton vielded to a selfish feeling. He want ed rest. He wanted to escape from the ever-present Shadow of Evil which seemed to attend his vexed pil grimage through this vale of tears When, therefore, he alighted from the train at Freshfield, he was pleased to find himself the only passenger with business there that day. He asked the stationmaster for directions The man eyed him curiously. It was quite evident that distinguished-look ing yonng men, expensively, if quiet- Iy, dressed, were rare birds in that fistrict, “The Simms farm lies a matter of four miles away among them woods,” said the off pointing across an undulating landscape basking in the sun of a summer’s afternoon. “There ain't no automobiles round ahout here, mister. You see that old feller over there near the buggy? That's Mike, and mebbe he'll take you to Meadowland for a couple of dollars.™ Some bargaining with Mike ensued, but the price was quickly agreed on, and John climbed up beside the driver on the front seat of a vehicle which reminded him of the deacon's “Won derful One-Hoss Shay’ 'in all but the said shay's soundness of material. In effect, the poor old buggy contrived to keep intact, but the rotten harness vielded on a hill towards the close of the third mile and’ repairs became necessary. Mike produced a prickler a1d some whipcord. Evidently he was prepared for such emergencies. “How long before yvou're ready to take the road again?” inquired John cheerfully. The delay did not irritate him. His bruised soul was already yielding to the spell of placid nature. fere were trees and brushwood, country lanes and tumbling gr What a blissful change from the smooth ways of the city which led with such deceptive ease to the haunts of misery and crime! “Reckon I'll be ten minutes or more fixin’ this darned trace,” growled Mike. “All right,” said John. “Give me a hail when you're ready. I'll not be far AW He sauntered into a wooded glade and did some botanizing among the wild flowers. This was a hobby he had taken up. Somehow, by analyzing the structure of plants he believed he drew nearer comprehending the great purpose of the Creator. £ Flowers of many varieties grew in rofusion on a steep bank at some ittle distance. Burton was busy among them, having found no less than six differen: species of butter- zups, when he was startled and sur- prsed by the unexpected vision of a young ana pretty girl falling head-| ong down the bank. She rolled almost to his feet, having abviously lost her balance at a critical moment. He would have picked her ap, but she gathered herself together with the agility of a fawn, and, after ane shy and embarrassed glance, took ‘0 her heels again and ran swiftly out | »f sight. Not a word did the two exchange. For one instant their eyes met. Then the woodland sprite was in full flight and John was laughing heartily. He <new exactly what had happened. This maid of the wild had been sur- prised in finding a stranger in her do. main. She had hidden in order to ob- serve him, but curiosity was stronger than prudence—hence the fall. John returned to the broken-down bugg and related his adventures to Mike “That'll be the Simms gal, Jessie,” was all the information vouchsafed by | the grumpy driver. John reflected that if the remainder of the farmer's household was up to the first sample he had seen, some streak of belated luck must have led him to Arcady. 1n due course the buggy drew into the farmyard of Meadowland. The surroundings were somewhat squalid, but that element did not worry John at all. There was no sight of the fugitive, Jessie. An elderly woman. all a-flutter because of the arrival of an uazexpected visitor, and wiping soapsuds from her hands on an apron, came from an outhouse and inquired his business. Before John could utter a word Mike explained. “Reckon this young man wants to board ‘here for a spell,” he said, with a knowing wink. The very tone of his voice told that prices were to be raised for the newcomer's benefit. But John only smiled. Even the bedraggled Mrs. Simms looked honest enough, and| there could be no doubt whatever that she was a woman who worked | hard to wrest a mere pittance from the soil. : Mike, taking charge of the situa- tion, yelled to two bent figures hoeing in a distant turnip patch. They straightened, and came at the hail Soon John was talking to Farmer Simms and his son, Peter, the latter 3 sturdy and bright-faced boy of 18. The youth was very like his sister, and John imagined, rightly as it hap- pened, that the girl was some eighteen montls younger. The whole party entered the house. Peter carrying John's portmanteau at his father's somewhat gruff command. The Hypocrites | | In the sittig room John net Jessie e sy o e derstand N R was sad their ea or ter, howev N agmed that day-drean R W t he ¢ utaged by the r | wife to wash and | . ey hie e, but t at peacel st he he We ulyllhic conditions Ihat evening afte per Tohir was goimg out for a st bt wa given t derstand 1} e fannly R for prayers ulil he I by the pres of thei ® & lothe t it vochapte from the hle 1 ar which condoned a great many nac curacies He could not help noticing that r E v Tohn with ham to his attie, Farmer and 1o come nms frowned but sad nothing, his manifest disapproval was not no ticed by stranger The for the boy's request was soon laid bare. He had fitted & small workhench in lus garret, (i} had constructed several crude hut genions models of varions machmery 'l am crazy to be an engineer,” he contessed, “hut father won't hear* of it. Some day 'l have to git out on my own. That's just all there is to it T'he door opened, and Peter swung round 1 a sudden alarm difficult to understand. But the intruder was only s sister. Jessie had recovered from her fit of shyness, and now car ried a portfolio of drawings which she was anxions to exhibit, yet girl ishly diffident as to the opinion this tall, reserved man with the singularly reason expressive face would express on them. John soon put the girl at ease Examining the drawmgs, he found, as was only to he expected, that they broke every rule of art, even as he understood it Yet they displayed some force of conception, and the color sketches were distinctly good To his thinking, both brother and sister merely lacked training. Neither might be a genius, but there was no gamnsaying the fact that the muses, | rather than the rough ways of hus- bandry, appealed very strongly to these two. Somehow, the girl seemed to be excited to a pitch hardly warranted by the conditions of the moment. Her pretty face was flushed, her bright | eyves were shining, and her hands | manifestly trembled | "I don't want you to feel afraid | merely because you are exhibiting your work,” he said soothingly, at- tributing her agitation to the natural nervousness of one who was little more than a child in years | “Oh, it isn't that, Mr. Burton," tittered Jessie. “Soon after seeing you today I was chased by a bull i “You were not hurt?” he broke in She reddened more deeply, the hot blood incarnading even the shapely throat and neck “No,” she said, with stammering hesitancy. “I might have been—but a gentleman, an artist—ran up—and— and-—saved me!” Now, the fact was that Jessie had been rescued from a really grave pre dicament by & young artist named | Robert West, who, like Burton him- | self, had fled from the city to seck inspiration in the country. \West had | quite valiantly chased away a voung bull which, in the stupid manner of such animals, was angered because Jessie happened to stumble and fall while running across a field. He had thereupon picked the girl up i his arms and carried her to safety, and her whole being tingled yet with the memory of that loverlike embrace, since Robert West, impressionable as | any of his tribe, had been in no hurry | to” set this delightful sprite on her feet again. Peter Simms was eying his sister I curiously, and to save the girl fur-| ther embarrassment, John turned the talk back to the sketches ‘It seems to me,” he said, “that if | you were given lessons bv a good | master, you could accomplish some really excellent work. You have a sense of atmosphere, and your ideas of color strike me as daring, yet not too farfetched.” | The three heads were bent over the ketch, which provided a text for this criticism, when rough hands snatched |away not only the drawing which | John held, but the whole of Jessie's ollection. The farmer, suspecting the | | purpose of this gathering in the attic, | had crept stealthily upstairs, and now snorted like the bull which had threat- ened his daughter. He was sallow | with anger, and his deepset eyes glinted evilly. *“This foolishness has got to stop right here,” he growled. “You, 1 eter, will be a farmer like me, and Jussie will be a farmer's wife, like her mother, or I'll know the reason why.” Then .in dour brutality, he tore up the girls' drawings, and, turning to the bench, seized a mallet with which he smashed cach of his son's models. Jessie burst into tears and ran out. Peter's face blanched, and his fists clenched, but John caught him by the shoulder and restrained him by a warning pressure. He well knew that | protest was useless where a man of Farmer Simms' bovine intelligence was concerned. Indeed, Simms him- self regarded the incident as closeq, | and went out. Giving the distressed | boy a reassuring pat, Burton followed Overtaking Simms in the sitting room, where the latter was again | thumbing the Bible, he ventured to suggest that it was a mistake to s press youthful talent in such an aro way. “It's the Lord's will” grunted| Simms stubbornly. “If he had intend-| ed them for anything else, he wouldn't | have sent them here. What's good| enough for their parents must be good | enough for them. Anyhow, mister,! there’s no call for you to interfere. | am master in my own house, agd don't you forget it.” So John's first day in Meadowland farm did not close happily. He was bitterly conscious that Jessie Simms was sobbing her heart out in her own room, while poor Peter was disconso lately picking up the pieces ot his be loved models. ‘ \ THORPE OBJECTS TO THE ARTIST BEING WITH HIS SWEETHEART. The next day happened to he a|said at last to Thorpe, “and I'll teach Sunday, and a Sabbath peace de-|her a lesson she won't forget in a scended on the household. John ac- | hurry.” companicd the Simmses to church,| Lumbering into the house, he where the farmer was evidently held i high esteeth, being an elder of the ! without turther ado, began lashing community. After the service, when|the shrieking girl mercilessly I'he groups ot resudents gathered for a|unhappy wother tried to intertere, hut few minutes’ chat before going their | Simms pushed her aside with a vio separate ways, a big, hulking fellow |lence that almost amounted to a blow approached and hailed the Simms | This, then, was the scene which met family with groff cordiality. Simms [ the eyes of John Iurton and Peter itroduced the newcomer Simms as they ran up-—-a frantic girl Ihis is Me. Thorpe,” he said, with | held in the grasp of one human bruite, emerged with a rawhide whip and, a significant look at Burton. “He's|and quivering under the blows of the man who has spoke for Jessie,|another, while her hapless mother and he'll make her a good husband,|could only sand by in teariul dismay and witness her degradation. CHAPTER XIV. The Outcome of Tyranny. No matter what the consequences, Burton resolved to put a stop to this outrage. He rushed forward and was dimly aware that Peter, who had ut- tered an inarticulate howl when he saw his mother struck, had raced |ahead of him into the house. Grap- pling Simms, he stayed the infuriated man’s arm for a moment, whereupon Thorpe closed with him and, finding an opponent of different metal to an effeminate artist, put forth all his I'he frank statement was not lost on John. significance of this needlessly It was clearly meant as a climax to the strained situation of the previous night. Thorpe grinned, and at once took Jessie away in the direction of the farm, so John merely uttered a casual “Indeed?” and followed with the others. Thorpe did not go far. Waving a hand to Simms, he lifted his hat in awkward farewell of the girl, and turned into a path leading to his own homestead, whereupon Burton had to hear a long discourse on the man's qualifications as Jessic's prospective bridegroom, his main asset, apparent- ly, being a well stocked farm clear of any mortgage After the midday meal, Burton in- vited the two young people to accom- pany him for a walk. The farmer gave | a grudging assent and the three went off. John purposely steered the con. versation clear of personal matters. He spoke of the benefits of education, even in agricultural pursuits, and tried great strength. John, therefore, had to defend himself, and was bitterly aware that the elder Simms was not to be deflected from his cruel intent, but was now holding the terrified girl with one hand and wielding the whip with the other. It looked as though a very serious struggle was imminent when every eye turned at a hysterical yelp from Peter Simms he boy was standing in the doorway and covering his father with a shotgun. | his loutish purpose. to show that farming ought to be as scientific as any other occupation. He laid particular stress on the quiet happiness attainable by reading good | hooks, and, choosing a sunlit clearing near a stream, invited the others to sit down while he read a few selected passages trom Ruskin's “Sesame and | “Stop that!" he cried. “Stop it, I tell ver, or I swear I'll shoot!” That horrible whip, raised for an- other blow, dropped to the farmer’s side, and the man gazed in sheer as tonishment at the son who thus dared to threaten him. He could scarcely i believe his ears. Never before had e any member of his family flouted his Peter Simms listened eagerly, but|authority. Thorpe, equally amazed, the girl's mind seemed to wander. | wrenched himself free from Burton, Whether by accident or design Bur- ton could never determine afterwards, she got up after a little while and be- gan picking flowers. Soon she was hi%den by the trees, but John and her brother assumed that she was not far and was obviously more inclined to witness this new phase in a dramatic situation than continue a struggle in which he was likely to be worsted “Put down that gun, Peter!” shout- ed John, authoritatively, striding to- distant, Now, the fact was that Jessie | ward the desperate boy. either knew, or guessed accurately,| “Not m came the defiant reply where a certamn good-looking young artist would be found at work. At any rate, she undoubtedly met Robert West, and the two began an earnest talk, which quickly developed into Jessie's posing as a model while West sketched her. This, of course, was very delightful to the artistic temperament at s seventeen, and the well-considered compliments of the town-bred man “I'll not see my mother and sister 1ll used by any man, whether he's my father or not! This horsewhippin’ proposition has to stop right now, or I'll end it with an ounce of buc shot You hear me, father? 1 mean what I say! Drop that whip, or T'll blow the top of your head off.” Farmer Simms could hardly have been more staggered had his son lit- erally carricd out the threat. He was made strange music in the girl's ears. | almost palsied with anger and be- In a word, matters were progressing | wildernfent. The girl, finding herself quite nicelv when Bill Thorpe broke | free, ran to her brother as though | in on an idyl. By unfortunate chance, | seeking from him the protection de- he happened to pass that way while | nied her elsewhere. making for the Meadowland farm, and | At last Simms recovered his senses. his anger at the sight of what he re-| He pointed toward the highway. garded as desecration of the Sabbath| “Get out of this!” he said, mouth- was heightened by jealousy ing the words with bitter emphasis. He approached so threateningly | “Get out now! You ain't no children that Jessie screamed, and West|of mine no longer. Ncither bite nor sprang up to protect her, whereupon | sup will either of you have under my he was sent reeling by a blow from |roof again. Get out, just as you arct a man twice his weight and of much|You can both starve by the roadside stronger physique. Disregarding his [ for anything that I care.” prostrate rival, Thorpe seized the girl, The "hapless mother broke in, but lifted her in a bear-like hug and car- her appeal was ruthlessly swept aside ried her home. Naturally, she screamed and struggled, but her ap- said her husband, peals fell on deaf ears. They did,|going. T've said it, and I've never however, reach Burton and her gone back on my word vet.” brother, who feared that some evil| i i hut them two arc had befallen her, and could not at first | decision was final and irrevocable. determine where to search. When at | Even the maddened boy and the last they hit on the right direction and weeping girl were aware of that. ran in swift pursuit, they were too | Peter's «chin lifted and a determined late to prevent Thorpe from fulfilling ook replaced the momentary frenzy e. Setting the girl which had covulsed his young face. on the ground in front of her aston- ~ “Good,” he said defantly hat's ished father, who, with Mrs. Simms, | what we want—both of us.” Good-by, was seated in the porch, he bawled mother. We'll see you later, I guess angrily: : . | Come along, Jessie. I'll take care of “Nice thing, ain't it, that a feller you all right.” should find the girl he's going to mar- | * Giving his ry carryin’ on with a dude down there \ide hert), and still clutching the in the woods?” R | gun, he led his sister to the gate, “What d' y' mean?” cried Simms, | Burton, quite at a loss to know how rising slowly and blinking at the ac- /(o act for the best, realized t! cuser and his captive. . | two waifs were surely penniless “Just what I've said,” was the furi-| wholly unprepared for being chap is X father and Thorpe a and cast ous answer. ome _artist adrift in this fashion. He went after | layin' around Freshfield, and your | them, Jessic was down there settin’ fer him, “Here” he said, pressing some fer a picture, on the Sabbth.” money and a card into the boy's Each phrase formed a wrathful papd’ his will serve your needs crescendo which seemed to arouse in during the next day or two. Look nms.an almost maniacal rage. He ajter your sister, Peter, and come eyed the girl vindictively for a few and see me. [ shall return home at secouds once. and will make it my business “You just hold lier right there,” he to help you.” | “You've got to stay here, Marty,"| It was quite certain that the man's | t these | 1916. Peter was sufficiently self-possessed to murmur some words of thanks, but |poor Jessie could only weep as though her heart was broken. They passed away dow: e road until hidden by a bend, Burton was leit to face the two mfuriated men and a nearly distraught woman, Realizing that argument wa: less, and sceing that Thorpe by no means keen on facing him once more in a fair fight, John entered! the house and packed his few belong- ings. Then he made his way to the village and found Mike, who drove him to the station, There was no news of the two voung people, and Burton did not care to set gossiping tongues wag- ging by telling what had befallen at the farm. He half expected to find them at the depot, but they did not | put in an appearance, so, with a sad heart, he "took the next train for home. However, the pair turned up at his house on the following afternoon. | Entrusting them to the care of a re- liable man servant, he secured them respectable lodgings, gave them suf-| ficient money to purchase a small stock of clothing and promised to look after them until Peter was es- tablished in an engineering works and Jessie had undergone a thorough training in an art school. Out of evil might come good, he fancied. Nothing but misery await- | ed such alert young minds in the sordid environment of Meadowland farm. A break was bound to occur sooner or later. Certainly, the man- | ner of the change left much to he desired, but it was fortunate that the youngsters were still at an age when careful tuition was possible and char- acters might be molded anew. Some weeks passed in this way. Jes- sic attended an art school, but Peter | did not at once avail himself of a proffered opening in the mechanical department of an iron works. He ex- plained that his utter ignarance would prove a serious handicap and wished, to devote some time to text books before undertaking practical work, Burton, mindful of his own early experiences, fully approved of this project | He could not devote much time to actual supervision of the young peo- ple's studies, but contented himself with a weekly visit, when it was his habit to settle their accounts in the hoarding house and hand to Peter a! few dollar bills wherewith the inevit- | able expenses of residence in a city| might be met. Generally he called on a fixed day, though Peter was sup-| posed to be always at home in steady devotion to his books, while Jessie's | hours at the art school were limited | to the mornings only. | One week-end Burton decided to gn‘ out of town, so he paid his wonted | visit to Peter and his sister a day carlier than usual. They were at home, | as he anticipated, but even he, a pre- occupied man, never inclined to be; | suspicious of his fellows, could not| help noticing that while Jessie, to all | intents and purposes, was dusting the furniture, her jacket and a decidedly | smart hat had evidently been thrown |aside in a hurry. Peter, too, though i seated at a table with an open book |and a copybook in front of him, had | clearly not made many notes of late, because the ink was dry on the paper and the pen he held in his hand had, not been plunged in the inkstand. | The weather was fine, however, and | it was only natural that two healthy { youngsters should plan an outing to- | gether, so John mercly asked as to theirwell-being, and was assured that they were working hard and felt very | happy. Then he gave them their reg- ular allowance of pocket money Something in Jessi manner im- pelled him to hand her an extra five | doflar bill. } “There,” he said pleasantly, “you | girls are always in need of some small | | frippery or other. You can be extrav-| | agant this week.” | She thanked him with a grateful | smile, and he went out soon after-| | ward. He would certainly have been | surprised and shocked had he heard| brother and sister chortling with glee | when the door closed on him. But en-| lightenment was nearer than he im- | agined. He had not been at home more than an hour, and a man was al- | ready packing a grip for the projected | journey, when a visitor was an-| a lady with whose name| 1 was un liar. He received| u the library, and found himself| looking at a woman of very attractive | j appearance, but whose somewhat too | flashy attire impelled him to give his anservant a secret signal which | | meant “remain within call.” Unhap-| use ] ““The Grip of Evil”’ B_) LOU’S TRACY Novelized from the e ———— —-] | this girl and her brother hard at work Author of “The Wings of the Morning,” “The Pillar of Light,’ “The Terms of Surrender,” “Number 17,” Etc. Series of Photoplays of the Same Name. Released by Pathe. Copyright, 1916, by Louis Tracy. [ pily such safeguards were essential if [the killing of the goose which laid a young man of great wealth meant|the golden eggs. As for West, he to avord certain snares lard for hfs|was inclined to bluster, but a hot unwary feet protest died on his lips when he Il lady, however, seemed to be in|caught sight of Burton's companion. genuine distress. She seated herseli| Somehow he guessed Burton's with an of abandon. When she |identity, Jessie having been quite out- lifted her ve hn saw that her eyes | spoken as to the circumstances which were swimn with tears preceded her dramatic departure from 1 hope you will pardon this in- the farm. He knew, too, that he and 1 o the girl were the victims of a woman's Still, putting a bold front trusion,” s with a ¢ » said, obvious!y speakir mduced | s iess rong vengeance. effort, “but I know you are interested on matters, he bellowed a demand i the welfare of a gir! named essictor an explanation. John did not an. Sim A swer, but gazed sadly at Jessie Yos, what of he i Simms, whose fortitude promptly de- anxiousiy, hecit woman's man serted her, because she hid her ner conveyed a hint of threatened dis- flushed face in her hands and began 1stey sobbing. She's e same Wt “I've nothing to say,” he announced reds more | e at fast. "I neither explain nor apolo- nate ize. That poor girl can tell you why I'm M I'm i here.” set on saving her. Why shoul lie turned and went out, paying no But 'moplayimy own hand Leod to the bitter taunts which the ¥ this city [ stood dis “d model was now flinging at FLAvest, e ceies the artist, Entering his car, he bade nan go home. He was minded st to call and see Peter, but felt Sithio 15 the g . to any further strain that Simms, tle's simy When all was said and done « Robert West! ! lept his word to the boy aha nate ot the man s er, and meant visiting them art on a certain wniortunate St durine the following week, when per- Fad ted to the disruption of the Sinms a5 the vl might have repented her household? Burton glanced at s i foily and be willing to start afresh, tormant keenly ol His mind was so taken up with \r"\i‘w R o yenr tactss e hrooding thoughts that he did not denanide NORInaUEIE R at Y aln S antice s Al tinhince vin Nthe Wstreet [ with Mr. West VRGOS il car stopped, being unable ould not drag an innocent girl into to advance further owing to a dense crowd which had gathered in front of a saloon. The heads and shoulders of a couple of policemen were tossing to and fro in the center of the mob, and at last the uniformed men seemed The s e 1 by | Lo swing the crowd with them in the CNOnIAn S EW OIS 10TD Y direction of a police telephone box. convincing, yet he strove bravely to Tolinl lek dowi the wiidion: i defend an ideal 2 irely you are mistaken” he said, | teaned out. h!.l"l(‘ "lo’r(‘ than an hour ago I ‘P"( \\ hflt is the matter? he Inqu"'ed of a bystander. “Oh, nothing much, sir,” said the man. “Just a couple of young drunks started fightin' in the saloon. They wouldn't quit, even when they was “Innocent wirl, e put my leed! [ like th nose out of joint in anvhow. [{ you don't come and see for yours hn was with apprehension sick were in their apartment.” | The other laughed shrilly “The brother is just as bad as the | sister,” she vociferated. “If you want B mow, vou'll find o in & pool- | chucked out, so now the cops have room, playing with the money you 8Ol em and they're in for thirty days i g | apiece were fnol enough to give him. But | 4P} I'm not worrying about him. Jessic| Lhe car moved on. One of the Simms is in West's studio at this min- Policemen was ringing for a patrol ute. You have a car, haven't you?| Wagon, while the other held the Take me there and voull soon find Would-be combatants at arm's length. And one of them was Peter Simms, There was nothing clse for it-— Rut the student, whom Burton himself ton had to face onc mor€ disconcert- had seen that same afternoon porieg ing exposure. Deferring his departure Over his books and, of course, quite from the city to a later train, he Sober. He halted the car again, mean- ordered the car and gave the chauf- |ing to interfere. It happened that feur an address supplicd by his com the man to whom he ha_rl spoken be- anion. They alighted at a studio fore was walking alongside, and John yuilding. The lady, being well known | addressed him excitedly. - there as a model, had no difficulty | “Why, T know one of those boys,” in leading Burton to West's flat with- | he said.” “His name is Simms, and 1 out being announced can vouch for it that little over an Now.” she whispered vindictively, hour ago he was no more under the halting in front of a closed door and | influence of liquor than I am.” producing a latchkey, “walk right in| “Are you the gentleman who pays and put the double cross on Mr. Rob- | his board hills and gives him money?" ert West” inquired the other curiously. The woman seemed so sure of her| "Ye S A position that, after a momentary hesi-| “Well, take my tip, sir, and fet up tation, John opened the door, trav-|on the game. He's just playing you ersed a carpeted passage and entered | for a sucker. I was in that very a ym which his guide indicated by | saloon when he came in and told the a silent gesture. crowd you had flashed an extra five No intruder could have appeared at | spot on him and his sister this week!” out whether I'm lying or not.” a more awkward moment. There was no sketching toward. Jessie Simms was in West's arms, and their lips had just met in a long and lingering kiss! Of course the two started apart. Jessie uttered a slight scream, but her pretty eyes sparkled now with angry dismay rather than girlish confusion. She realized that this discovery meant Utterly disheartened, John sani hack into a corner of the luxurious limousine. FEvil showed no signs of relaxing its grip on humanity. 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