Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, October 16, 1916, Page 8

R —— “ca Dramatized and Produced by the _ Vitagraph Company From the Popular Novel of the same name Next Week Another Story and New /Pictun Copyright, 1916, by the Star Company. Af'Foreign Hights reserved. CHAPTER I: JANUARY. The Car and His Majesty. It was such an unusually beautiful and striking car that everyone looked at it, then turned to look again. This was what Christopher Race had counted upon. “Good old as he drove. “Good old girl, you're making your impression.” ~.Slowly the red car moved up Regent street as far as Oxford Circus, where it turned to roll back, like some great, splendid beast pacing the length of a P vast cage. - It was 7.0'clock; but the sky was a blue silver mosaic of stars and electric globes pulsed with white lights that struck and glinted_on the rich scarlet panels of the autdmobile, . The’army of workers pouring home from shop and factory, the army of pleasure-seekers pouring into restaur- ‘ant and theater, all looked at the car, straining their eyes to make out the crest—gold and dark biue painted on scarlet; and those among the crowds who weré women Jooked also at pher Race. , He drove alone, but he was dressed | like a' gen ‘mot in the gloried ivery of a chauffeur. He was a thin, rk, eagle-faced l,{muu man, with an v of breeding not contradicted by his dlnrull-cmmulnl:'u. }ga x;x&utlz ~—clean-shaven—gave him strength b character, his eyes a sensc of hu~ ‘mor and high dar % ”fl lectric globes lit his face with _the flerce intensity of theater foot- ts, ro:oil‘un‘ in |: no: onhc mu: L ‘it was. not only the goo looks g“!ho driver that-attracted at- ont; ‘It was his extraordinary be- ly scanned each passerby the crowd for some d; and whenever he caught L .uf,l.' well-dressed man who mw:p anosy have a ; ni ‘one responded to his agreeable f and he ved at the corner ot without stopping of re- s evening looked above all - he did not look an observant person lve t passed . withou ! fllvn:m he! m'c.ti. EIC. were egreglously mistaken, | seen .the face in a hundred ‘in as many black-and- In illustrated journals d seen it caricatured in comic ‘and flashed on to white ‘at'mueic halle. Ppics l: ‘ect English, enriched by I t am very sorry i d, sir,”” apolos the chauffeur, but I haven't been ‘yet to make ‘out what's the mat- ething wrong with the car- or the ignition. “I'm late already,” broke in the gen. f w, yisibly bolstering up his pa- It was this.moment that the driver the red car chose for making his Efim -which he accomy with the usual inviting smile tioning 1ift of the eyebrows. tly the keen gaze of the man W oustache fixed hl* ‘ou hold up your hand?" d the clear tones, with the un- K nt. At the same time the ed: to mask his face in , backing away from the blaze @ two cars’acetylene ldmps, hold up' my hand because I'm ng for hire,' answer Christopher ~ ‘for hire with that’car? king, I sup) ' Tone and 3 asto) ment, perhaps . But the red automobile had, _stop, and the gentle- I hat had stepped to the pavement to examine quarters, also to examine, its ‘fl'é)r.' 1" safd Christopher Race, ;m. I'mout t‘: ?Iuln have no license ve, license to drive, it you et Runiner!” he said| | that I'm able not only to m by C. N. and A. M. Williamson MR. EARLE WILLIAMS as-CHRISTOPHER RACE MISS MARGUERITE BLAKE as LADY IVY DE LISLE| la girl for the sake of another man | wha needs an advocate. | were two men whose names Chris-| | topher bad heard. coupled with Lddy | any case you shall have the same money. ‘What are your charges?” “For, the entire evening, five guin- eas,” sald Christopher. ~ “Good; that is settled.”” The gentle- man stepped forward, and the owner of the red car and the chauffeur of| the green one both sprang to open the door for him, But he waved them back. “I shall sit with the driver,” he announced, with the air of one ac- customed to quick decisions, and never to have them gainsald. “Do you know Desmond House?" he asked, when he was in his place, and Christopher ready to start. The driver was not surprised in the circumstances to hear the name of @ historic place, owned by a man whose ancestors haa helped to make not only its history, but the history of natlons. ” He replied quietly that he did know Desmond house. “Then drive me there, If you please, and as quickly as you can,” salé his employer. ‘‘Meantime I shall be pleas- ed to have you solve the mystery ¢! yourself and your fine car.” THE BEE: OMAHA, MONDAY, OCTOBER 16, 1916. it would not have struck him 8o oddly, for Lord Thanet had at one time b connected with the diplomatic service, and had nponl‘ years on the continent. But why did| one of the first gentlemen of Europe| eave a, dinner party in the midst to mquire at a hotel for lvy de Lisle? His majesty had a consort to whom he was devoted, and he was not to be been mentioned | tempted to & flirtation even by such a beauty as Lord Thanet's 20-year-old | daughter, who had been one of the sugcesses of last season. But, then, a| man highly placed is occasionally un-| selfish enough to interest himself in | And there Ivy de Lisle's. - Either might have persuaded this soverelgn to plead his cause with the girl's father, for both could claim his country as the land of thelr birth. One was-Baron von Hees, the enor- mously rich inventor of the latest| quick-firing gun adopted by the Triple Alllance; the other was young Max Lind—whom Christopher had known glightly and admired greatly at Ox- ford—the son of a notorious socialist who had adopted England for a coun-| try when banished from his own. A} year or two ago there had been a| rapprochement ~between Max, the elder, and an outraged monarch, and a place in the diplomatic service for young Max had been held out as an olive branch, Baron von Hess was a good match for any girl below royalty; Max Lind, on the contrary, would have difficulty Christopher obliged. “If T Mad failed to earn at least the sum of five guineas before 12 tonight, nothing could prevent me from losing another #um, amounting approximate- ly t0.176,000 pounds.” ¥ He {nvited Christopher to go on with the story, and Christophdr did, in a way perfectly frank, simple, and a little humoraus, “The 176,000 pounds—or there- abouts—are my uncle's,” sald he. '“Also & rather nice house in the coun- try, and a few other things which I was brought up to believe would even- tually be mine. - But my ungle heard stories about my life which didn't please him, and they werg all true. | “Besides, & more were needed, I'd refused to marry some gfrl he want- ed me to take, to please. 8o he sent for and all my deceftful meek- ness and sweetness of manner was of no use. He saw.through me, and told me I was an incorrigible young scoun- drel. Algo, he told me his plan for my future. It was to cut down my al- lowance from elght to 100 pounds a year, just enoush to keep me fed, clothed and housed in decency, which, |- in his opinion—and In mine, when I umd e to :hlnk of it—was more than g & f him through to the e-? al roposed a substitute plan, 1 admi the young scoundrel, but denled the Incorrigible. I said 1 thought he might give me a chance to show that I had a backbone. As proof of this existence I refused the allowance, asking my uncle to keep hik money and reserveshis judgment. Baid I 'If within a year I'm a reform- ed character—that js, if I've shown own way in the world, but to make it Ilke a gentleman—will you reconsider, and not leave the family house and the money away from the last repre- sentative of your name?’ ** Al right,’ sald he, ‘it's a gain, B‘y 1 don't believe you can do it “And this,’} sald Christopher, how Fm doing It. You are my first pdy passenger, barely in time." “I am glad to be the one who Rrings you luck,” sald the young man's pas- senger. o “You are at my disposal for the eve- ning, I belleve,” sald Christopher's nger, as Scarlet Runner entered he drive and slowed down for its approach to the door, '‘My car ml¥. come or it may not. In any case, i wish you to wait.” ' ‘Ten minutes d, may be, and the thoughts of Christopher Race had glided from the affairs of his late passenger to his own. He was won- 'dering when he might expect to get his dinner, when the one thing which of all others he did not expect hap- pened. Close to Scarlet Runner ap- peared the figure which a rew minutes ago had been ceremonfously ushered into the house. There It was—the lim, soldlerly form, seeming taller amvl s | B | . | “yOU WALL DO 1H% *VES 1 in making his cause good,with Lady Ivy's fathér, unless, lnmd,}a monarch should turn. matchmakeér. A8 Christopher started to obey or- ders he hoped that this mysterious visit had to do with Max Lind and de Lisle. If 1t had he was glad he was concerned with it, for Max Lind,—all unknown t&™Max Lind's clever and handsome self-—had been the hero of Christopher's two best years at Oxford, _His hand was on the door, when a call from his employer gaye him use. “Stop!" said the great man. “I left a letter here for—let me see— was it for Lord Thanet or his daugh- ter?—one of the two; I really torget to which I addressed it. 'That letter I want back. 1 have changed my mind and prefer to write a different one. If Lord Thanet has not ar- rived, or if he has arrived, but has not yet read the letter; I wish tq have it again. Should you learn, on the other hand, that the letter has already been recelved, I will send in a mes- Christopher went in somewhat be-| wildered, but knowing that somehow | he must succeed ip accdmplishing his | errand. Christopher was only a poor rela-| tlon, a mere “forty-second cousin,” and, moreover, was under the ban of family disapproval, Nevertheless, Lady Ivy gave him @ lovefy smile of surprised recognition. She was always more than pretty, and & radiant beauty wnen she gmiled than It~ was because of its uptight bearing. There was the shining hat, shading the clear features: there the folded white handkerchlef and. the neat overcoat. Burprised, but hiding surprise at sight of the guest of the evening, un- escorted and qut of doory when he ought still' to have been engaged with his oysters, Christopher sprang from his seat and awaited orders. ‘Saunders' hotel, Charles street, Pal! Mall—quick!" said the crisp volce with the forelgn accent. But it lead crigp than before, and betrayed a0 hs 8 passenger's last quegstion been repeated, Christopher Rlce:)uld not have answered it truthfully and at the same time decoroysly, for he was consumed with curiosity, One had always heard that this cel- ebrated personage dicted to making declsions on impulse; but his latest caprice bade fair, it seemed, to break the record. A royal gentleman s asked to a friendly din- ner; he accepts, goes; and before he has had five minutes at his host's table out he pops, unattended, nerv- ous in manner, and demands to be &) taken . promptly back whence he came! However, Christopher drove on, in.a reflective mood and at & pace to suit it, until he had reached Charles street. There, at the door which had given him his fare and his adventure, he. noyrea. {27, Go in and inquire if Lord Thahet and Lady Ivy de Lisle have come,” the forelgn voice directed brusquely. Christopher's face made no comment on these instructions, but that was because he had the habits of a mau |2 of the world, Within, he was ex- cited and curious, for the earl of /| Thanet and his daughter were distant | ty’s interest In their movements, cousing’ of Christopher Race, and nat- urally he would bave liked to know the why and wherefore of his majes- 1t name of Lord Thanet alone had ‘was erratic and ad- | o ~—amiled with gray eyes and pink cheeks and a pair of ‘dimples that fi“e new life and meaning to red ps. “Why, father, it's Christopher!” she sald. Nayghty Cousin Kit! Have you come here to see us?” “1 came to see if you were here,” he replied, hat In hand for her and for Lord Thanet, who had only the ghost of a smile, with no emphasiz- ing dimples. *I was sent,” he added, “by a gentleman who not long ago left a letter to await your arrival" “'Oh, no! we must see what's in it!” broke in the girl. * “I can't wait. Kit, you Knew Max Lind at Oxford “Ivy,” warned Lord Thanet. “Why shouldn't I tell, as Kit's in his majesty's confidence?" asked the giel, wilfully. “We hope—we think— ax I8 to be thanked and hon- for a service—oh, well, I'm not Woing to say what-—a. secret kind of service, but most important. And if he: has succeeded, father's promised hat Max and 1—" will take-it to his majesty my- suggested Lord Thanet and went to the door; but in an instant he had returned. “You can take him the letter, tell bim that my daughter and I have just arrived, that he can guess the errand which has' brought us up from the country to town at this time; that I am completely ‘at his service should he wish to speak with me instend of writing; and we will remain here in the hall awalting this message." \ Bympathetic now as well as puz- zled, Christapher took the letter and carried it oUt to his passenger, who but snatched it in his eagerness. ood!” exclaimed his majesty. “Now let us get away." “‘But, sir,” sald Christapher, “Lord Thanet has come umd—."'ql The gentleman in the tonneau hast- ily examined the enveiope. “It is still unopened.” he muttered. “Lord Thapet has not yet had time rlel A to read the letter. He'wishes to know if he may have the honor of coming out to—" “No,” said his majesty, imperatively. Then with less abruptness: “Go back, give Lord Thanet my compliments, and say that I regret not having the time to speak with him this evening, as | have an important engagement, for which I am already in danger of being late. My comnpiiments also to Lady Ivy de Li and I am obliged Jfor “their courtesy. in returning the They shall hear from and remember that letter unread. me. That is a 1 am in haste. The message evidently gave disap- pointment both to father and daugh- ter, though ,Christopher guessed that it was for different reasons. He did not doubt that the “import- ant engagement” for which his fare had declared himeelf “in danger of being late” was a continuation of the unfortunate dinner-party at Desmond house; therefore the double surprise. “The Wood, No Thoroughfare street, Hammersmith,” The words Btruck sharply‘on Christopher’s ears. His majesty was not going back to the dinner-party. He was going to the house of Max Lind, the elder— Max Lind, the long-ago banished so- clalist, What did it mean. Chris asked ‘himself—that the' autocratic head of that government was going to pay a secret visit to the Wood tonight. There was no drive leading up to the house, and Scariet Runner must wait at the curbstone in the deserted WILL'DO IT, BUT—" street appropriately named “No Thor- oughtare.’ Christopher got jdown to open the gates, half expecting to find them locked, but they swung apart with a rusty creak, and his majesty was instantly swallowed up in shadow. The Linds, father and son, were above suspicion of treachery; but Max, senior, was, or had been, notor- fous for his anti-royalist ideas, and some firebrand friend might have taken base advantage of his-absence, What if the man had gone into a trap and should never come out alive? Ten minutes at least had passed since his majesty was devoured by the shadows. If he had knocked and found no one within, there had ibeen more than time for him to return to the automobile, Some one, then must have received him, but whether in loyalty or treachery Christopher could not hope to discover by blundering to the front door and ringing the bell. Treading on grass to avold gravel, he skirted the path round the house to the right, and was somewhat re- lieved to see a Eprinkling of light on the frosted lawn. It was thrown from a long French window which opened to the ground, and as the case- | ments were ajar, the heavy green cuf- tains half drawn back, Christopher could see into thé room beyond. His majesty stood ‘with his back half turned to the window, and facing him was young Max Lind, in traveling dress, his white face carved in stohe, eyes dark with tragedy. The visitor held out to his host a small revolver, and Max was taking it. is the best thing you can do," his ‘majesty sald, and through the open window the words reached ears for which they were not meant. “The only thing left for you to de in honor." “Very well,” Max answered dully. And he looked at the weapon. But Christopher thrilled as he felt it was not the revolver which those tragic eyes really saw. “He sees Ivy,"” Ivy's cousin said to himself. ou will do it? “I will do it. But— “There is a ‘but’ ?" ‘My God! Yes, sir, there is a ‘but’ —-more than one. There is my father, He was so happy and#roud. He be- Heved that I should succeed—that I should be able to satisfy you. And there you know well, -sir, there is anothe It is better for both of them that you should take this way of wiping out disgrace.” “Disgrace! It's a hard word. 1 trlfign 80 earnestly. I thought—I Wwas certain, only a quarter of an hour ago, that I had done well-—as well as A man could do.” “And now that I tell you you were utterly fooled, outwitted by men you should never have trusted, don’'t you see where you stand?" "Good night, sir. You will learn to- morrow that this time it wasn't in vain." \ His majesty took a step towards a door opposite the window, but Max reached it before Him and opened it “I prefer to find my Way out alone,” said the visitor. 18" host bowed submissively, and stood at tHe door unyil the erect figure in the dark overcoat had passed out of sight. Then, spftly, he closed the door, and as he came back to a desk which was placed between door and window Christopher Race threw the casements wide open. “Lind," he exclaimed, before the .order which | came from the tonneau gave him a| *| exclamation other could move or speak “it's I— Christophér Race. Don’t you remem- ber me? There is no time to apologize and explain, except to say that I drove him to the house, and—I've heard some things. 1 thought you were away with your father. 1 followed to protect his majesty in case of a plot; I've stayed to defend you from one,” “There is no plot,” sald Max Lind. “I am not so sure. I've seen Ivy tonight—you remember we're cousins. She loves you. This will break her heart, poor child.” “Don't!"” stammered Max. “I wouldn't if there were no hope, but, believe me, there j»" I want you | to wait. I want you té promise—" | “One such promise as I've made to- night is enough;™ Max cut in, his voice | like ice. “You don't know—" | “I don’t know what it is you tried | to do, and failed In, if )"?u did fall. I suppose you were sent ol some mis- | sion—perhaps one of those which| no government will acknowledge if it fails, and—" | “You are right there. I, stupid fool, | thought I had been a brilliant success, and expected a personal letter of con- gratulation. 1vy, too, and her father —but I cannot talk of it. It seems that 1 played into the hands of the enemy all the while I dreamed they were playing into mine. I don’t even rfow | understand, but—one takes the word | of royalty.. You overheard something, | but I know you won't betray {t. You meant well—though it's no use, You must forget this scene—wipe it off the slate. Tomorrow—you must be sur- with the rest of the world, 4wl M |~ “Yes, if. But It's only ‘£’ Lind, I | ask you to wait tilk I come back, with news which may make all the differ- |ence in the world to you.” The white face flushed -painfully and the traglc eyes dilated. “If you mean to fetch Ivy—" They grasped hands, and Christo- i pher went quickly out by the way he had come. \ There, by the car, stood the neat figure in the dark overcoat, the keen eyes looking this way and that, under | a penthouse frown. “I beg a thousand pardons for keeping you, sir,” sald Christopher, as he shot out between the half-open gates, “but something’s gone wrong with the motor, and 1 went inside to look for you, just to say that I must get her to the nearest garage before I can take you on. I won’t be long; not ‘many minutes are needed for re- He bent and fumbled, and with a few turns of a spanner loosened the Joint of the exhaust-pipe near the sil- encer. Then quickly he turned the | starting handle, "and Scarlet Runner broke into a serfes of sharp explosion: dry as the barking of glant fire. crackers. is majesty stepped back with less dignity than haste, and uttereqd some in hi= native tongue, which was lost among. the explosions. “I'll wait-for you,” he said. And not a word -about the silencer. Christophe® Race could . have shouted as he flashed away, tha car yelping maledictions. -When he had turned two corners land was well out of earshot from No : Thoroughtarp street he stooped and scérewed .up the loosened joint, then darted on again; but not to a garage. It was well for him and well for Secarlet Runuer that traffic had gone !to sleep, and policemen had some- thing more engrossing to think of than springing traps upon réckless motor- Ists, for Christopher drove as if for the winning of a-cup; and in eight minutes he was at the door of Des- mond house, To the exteréme surprise of the chauffeur in green and brown, the gentleman chauffeur sounded the big bronzd knocker with the self-conti- dence of a prince. The door flew open, and a footman stood revealed,” staring. , Christopher wrote something on a visiting card. “This must be given instantly to the gentleman whose name I have written across the top,” he said, point- ing at an underscored line. “It's a8 much as my place is worth —more, sir,” stammered the foptman, his respect increasing as the visitor's peremptoriness increased. “I don't see how I could manage it."” “I do not care how you manage it, provided you do manage -it; but it will have to be managed,” said Chris- topher._.“‘Give me the card again.” The man gave it, wondering. Christopher took from his pocket a five-pound note (his last, by the way, but that was a detall) and wrapped it round the card. - “I will wait here,” saild he, “and I expect an answer in ten minutes at the latest.” 8 3 He got it in six; but it was neither verbal nor in writing. The man to whom he had sent the urgent mes- sage appeared himself at the door. “You are very good,” Christopher exclaimed, “But I knew you would come.” - #Of course I.came. I ani not made of stone,” d the other. “And you wrote that’it was a matter of life or death for a man I valued,” “Do you value young Max Lind, sir?” asked Christopher, “I do, indeed, and Intend to show my appreciation. He hasg just ren- dered me a great service, in accomp- lishing & mission tactfully, adroitly, as few othef young men could have accomplished it. "And T have done my best not only to assure his career. but his happiness for the future as a reward. Why do ask such a ques- | tion 2" , “Because at this moment Max Lind believes' you have doomed him to death, as a ghastly fallure who has compromised . the government for which he was working. He bélieves that you have put into his hand a revolver and told him the only thing to do is to blow out his braips.” “Great heavens! But this is mad- ness.” “It will be suicide in less than an hour, unless you will consent to come with me, sir.” “Leave my friends who are enter- taining me—to go-—where?" “To the Wood, Hammersmith; the house of the Linds, where a man who usurps your dignity and uses it for his own-—or some other’s—advantage is expecting me- back every moment.” “A man who— Can you mean Gus- tav Krokesius?" . “If Gustav \Krokesius is the Tiving image of you, sir, has cuitivated a voice like yours, and wears clothes copled from yours.™ ‘He does, and for the best of rea- sons—because he is what you English .would call my understudy. A man who naturally resembles meé remark- ably, and is paid to cultivate every detail of that resemblance, taking my place during my visit here whenever I wish it, before the public, lhnt*l may enjoy myself as I please and not be spled upon by reporters—or anar- chists. But he is off duty tomight.” “Officially, perhaps. Yet he has been at work. He went to_the Charles street hotel, got back a letl¥r left by you for Lord Thanet, who is my eou- sin, and drove out to the Wood—" “How do you know all this?" “Because I took him for you, and acted as his chuqfleur until I”began to suspect. Then|I came here to get you to save my friend, Max Lind, from misery and disgrace—my cousin, Ivy de Lisle, from a broken heart.” “That lovely girl! Ah, I guess the mystery. He is paid for this business by von Hess, who loves Lady Ivy and hates Lind. But von Hess shall pay more. He shall pay me. As for Krokesius—did you say we should find him still at the Wood?" “I gaid that I left him there— watching, but when he sees you—"' “We will be too quick for him, said his majesty, looking pleased. And they were too quick; for he is a man whose prophecies usually come true. He made several people happy that night; but Gustav Krokesius was no one of them, nor Baron von Hess. Christopher poured a glass of chams pagne over Scarlet Runner’s bonnet. “That's a libation, my beauty,” said he. He was glad that he had quarrelled with his uncle, that he was free, with a year of adventure bgfore him. (A New Adventure Next Week.), CLEARING HOUSE FOR FARM IDEAS Omaha Will Be Eongo' 3,500 Rural (Qitizens Within Seven Weeks. CONVENTION CITY THE About 3,500 farmers from Nebraska and many other states will exchange ideas in Omaha during the seven weeks between the last week in No- vember and the second week of next January. Five years ago not a single one of these farmers’ organizations was hold- ing. its convention in Omaha, Now many of them are coming here afinu- ally, as the best central poin® at which all the farmers niay meet most conveniently. The Farmers’ Equity union, a na- tional organization, has even gone so far as to break a precedent, in that it is to hold its meeting in Omaha for the second consecutive time. Nevef before_has_this national bodv held its convention twice successively in the same place. Last year, however, it was brought to Omaha, and the dele- gates just naturally liked the place. So they broke the rule and voted to come back here in 1916, - Bureau Did It. It is largely through the persistent work of the Burgau of Publicity in Omaha that these farmmers’ conven- tions .are meeting in Omaha. This bureau for five years has been giving especial ‘attention. to bringing con- veéntions to Omaha, making Omaha the convention city, and special at- tention has been given in this work to farmers’ organizations, since Oma- ha is favorably situated in the heart of a great ‘agricultural belt, and it seemed proper that the farmersl con- ventions should center here. Six big ! conventions, either of trades imme- !Ef —every for All Minimizes friction 18ch and Caee 8. 2th end Harney St. | Look for the Polarine sign. 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