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g T HE SEATTLE STAR EXPECT AFULL HUNTING WILD HOUSETOHEAR DR. MATTHEWS Mrs. free thinker, a Presbyterian churet who ca when fh the county ing with cording to c While she was in the « Her case was cont! and was terday said he her sentence Jail term tr had put up Things be Mrs. Lioyd, but made the arrest ton, ente a plea tn the w defense Carleton said he knew Lioyd to be a fine fe and that although Mrs. Lioyd “goes a different ro than her husban¢ thous Lioyd would take care of her tf she sed. So, on promise by she wouldn't be at the festivities tomorrow night at Dr Matthews’ church, Judge MacMahon dismissed the case There is every indication that the leaders of the gang that ap- peared at the church last Sun- day night will tomorrow night fulfill thelr promise of entering the church en masee, clad in overalls. Jease Lioyd, the little woman sted at the Pirst last Sunday a storm of excitement tried later tn police court, is oda: ospital pneun ntracted, ac ia, oc wou if there osed all withdrew it policemen v by Guy Carle i,” he he MAN NEWEST CAMPUS DOPE With the opening day of the | winter term at the University | of Washington approaching, faculty and regents are making | every effort to capture or chase away the myeterious wild oman, who, for nearly a year now, has been terrifying women students by attacking them on lonely parts of the | pear at numer} ut last winter, | vod the} and only al frightened the} woman on the} that could be th oe employed to! on culty and men] th ection of | 1 tT. Condon, have! pa campus hours at a night after night, But when men . In the pre king groups when he| LONDON, Aug. 28.—Mre. James} 4. |Coppard, a widow, aged 61 yeara,| three finds them alone and ungua {ignant me students will|has given her seven stalwart sons make it of thelr season's ac-|to England! tivities this year to capture the| She saw them march off shoulder wild man, just as Dobie’s men|to shoulder tn the same company make it a point to corral the foot The law of averages «ays that ball champtonship at least one of them must die and And if they DO capture him,| perhaps two others be fearfully it dy threatens to be writ tn the | wounded annals of the Institutte \ In_ thr econ macht un! home and lays plans for from the country, ie he girls’ school tn N: 18 years before he bad mys- ne doorstep hie baby i i the he root. million eh Hel have drown thet day the ‘The safe te bi i E a Hy p? i ii He i ; i : Ml F ial Ege if rt : | i rl if i | > if fi fi a ti H 7 F i = | i eff t jt | i : it i fn ul i") it t i f rt Hl i i é E i i o F i it f z e fs : i Lf ‘a a £ i! i r | FR i { i if i L i | THE PAST ABLANK (Copyright, 1914, by Harold MacGrath.) CHAPTER X. It was perfectly true that Flor- ‘ence had cast herself into the sea Tt had not been an act of despair, however. On the contrary, hope and courage had prompted her to leap. The night was clear, with only a moderate sea running. At the time the great ship was pass. ing the Banks, and, almost within hail, she saw a fishing schooner riding gracefully at anchor. She quite readily believed that if she remained on board the George Washington she was lost. She nat- urally forgot the marvel of wire less telegraphy. No longer may a man hide at sea. So, with that which was a part of her inher. ftance, she seized the life buoy, climbed the rail, and leaped far out. As the great, dark, tossing sea swooped up to meet her she noted a block of wood bobbing up and down, She tried to avoid it, but could not, and struck {it head on. Despite the blow and the shock of quick thought the chill water, she instinctively clung to the buoy. The wash from the mighty propellers tossed her about, hither and you, from one swirl to another, ike a chip of wood. Then everything grew blank. Fortunately for her, the master of the fishing schooner was at the time standing on his quarter deck by the wheel, squinting through his glass at the liner and envying the ease and comfort of those on board her. The mate, sitting on the steps and smoking his turning in pipe, saw the master Jean for. ward suddenly, lower the glass, then raise it again. “Lord a’mighty!” “What's the matter, Cap'n?” lake, in God's name, come ‘ere an’ take a peek through this glass. I'm dreamin’! The mate jumped and took the glass, “Where away, sir?” ‘A pint off th’ sta’board bow. Bee somethin’ white bobbin’ up?” “Yessir! Looks like some one dropped a bolster 'r a pilier over- board. © * * Cod’s whiskers!” he broke off. “Then I ain't seein’ things,” ¢|Shipshape style. erled the master. “Hi, y' lubbers!” | Just let her do as she pleases. Only [he yelled to the crew; “lower th'| keep an eyo on her so that «he dory, They’s a woman tn th’ wa | doesn't wander off and lost ter out there. I seen her leap th’ | I'll watch the news: rail. Look alfve! Sharp's th'|come across anything which bears | word! Mate, you go ‘long.” | upon the case I'll notify you.” "| The crew dropped their tasks| Hut he searched the newspapers and sprang for the davits, and the | in vain, for the simple fact that he ‘arboard dory wa lowered fn | did not think to glance over the old | ones. It takes a good Dit of seamanahip| Florence was soon able to walk to hau! a body out of the sea into| about. Ordinary conversation she a dancing, bobd-talled dory, when | seemed to understand; but when one moment ft {s climbing fran-|ever the past was broached she tleally heavenward and the next) would shake her head with frown- eading for the bottomless pit. They | ing eyes. Her main diversion con laid her out tn the bottom of the sisted of sitting on the sand dunes boat, with the life buoy as a pillow,| and gazl sea. | and pulled energetically for the One day a stranger came to town. hooner, She was alive, because He sald he represented a life tneur- she breathed; but she did not stir| ance company and was up here from so much as an eyelid. It was a stiff) Boston to take a little vacation. He bit of work, too, to land her aboard | #at on the hotel porch that evening, without adding to her injuries. The | surrounded by an admiring audl- master ordered the men to put her|/ence, The stranger had been ali) in his own bunk, where he nearly over the world, so !t seemed. He strangled her by forcing raw brandy | spoke familiarly of St. Petersburg, | down her throat. Viadivostok, Shanghal, as the vil- “Well's she’s altve, anyhow!” lagers—some of them—might have When Florence finally opened her | *poken of Boston. There were one eyes the gray of dawn lay on the sea, | Or two old-timers among the audi- dotted here and there by the ence. They had been to all these schooners of the fleet, which seem-| parts. at he ed to be hanging In midatr, as at| ¥a8 talking about. After telling of the moment there was visible. to/ his many voyages he asked {f there the eye no horizon. was & good bathing beach near by. “Don't seem t’ recognize nothin’.”| He was told that he would find th “Mebbe she's got a fever,” sug- uitable spot near CO gested the mate, rubbing his bristly cottage, just outside chin. “Fever nothin’! Not after bein’ “An ay, mister, seen anythin’ tn fn th’ water half an hour. Mebbe|th’ papers about a missin’ young) she hit one o' them wooden floats| Woman?” asked some one. | we left. Them dinged liners keep| “Missing young woman? What's that?” The man told the story of Flor- | ence’ Pp into the sea and her sab sequent arrival the cape. “That's funny,” said the stranger. on crowdin’ us,” growled Barnes, with a fisherman's hate for the floating hotels. “Went by with never a toot. See ‘er, jes’ like th’ banker's wife goin’ t' church on Sunday? A mile a minute; fog or| “I don't recollect reading about any no fog, it's all the same them, | Young woman being lost at sea. But They run us down an’ never stop. | those big liners are always keeping What th’ tarnation we goin’ to do? | such things under cover. Hoodoos)| She'll haff t' stay aboara till th’|the abip, they say, and turns pros-! run {8 over. I can't afford t’ yank | pective passengers to other lines. “| It hurts business. What's the youn, days in our company, smellin’ ofl- cloths, fish, kerosene, an’ punk/ The stranger teetered in his chair bacco.” jand smoked. Finally he spoke “It y' don't Ike th’ kind 0’ t’baceo| “She was probably Insane. That's I buy, buy your own. I ain't objectin’| the way generally with insane peo- none.” | Ble. They can't see water or look ‘The mate stepped over to the! off a tall bullding without wanting bunk and gingerly ran bis hand over|to jump. My business ts insurance, the girl's head. “Cod’s whiskers,|and we've got the thing figured Cap'n, they’ bump as hig’s a cork| pretty close to the ground. They | on th’ back o’ her head! She's used to get the best of us on the! struck one o’ them floats all right. suicide game. A man would take/| Where's th’ arnica?” out © large policy today and tomor-| For three days Florence evinced | row he'd blow his head off, and we'd | not the slightest inclination to jeave| have to pay his wife. But nowadays | the bunk. She Iay on her back,|@ policy 1s not worth the paper it's either asleep or with her eyes star-| written on !f a man commits suicide ing at the beams above her head,| under two years She ate just enough to keep her| “You ain't tryin’ to insure any- alive; and the strong black coffee| body in town, are you?” did nothing more than to make her| “O, no. No work for ma when wakeful. No one knew what the|I'm on my vacation. Well, I'm matter was. There was the bump,| going to bed; and tomorrow morn now diminished; but that {t should | ing I'll go out to Capt. Barnes’ beach | leave her in this comatose state|and have a good swim. I'm no sailor, | vastly puzzled the men. The truth| but I like water.” is, she had suffered a slight concus-| He honestly enjoyed swimming. sion of the brain, and this, atop of| Early the next morning he was in| all the worry she had had for the|the water, frolicking about as play-| last few weeks, was suffictent tojfully as a boy. He had all the time cause this blankness of the mind. in the world. Over his shoulder he Tho final cod was cleaned and|saw two women wandering down to- packed away in salt, the mudhook | ward the beach. Deeper he went, raised, and the schooner Betty set|farther out. He waa a bold swim- |her sails for the southwest. Barnes | mer, but that did not prevent a sud- |realized that to save the girl she|den and violent attack of cramps | must have a doctor who knew his|And it was a rare plece of trony that Florence was described minutely. | j | business. Mrs. Barnes would know|the poor girl should save the life of | how to care for the girl, once she| that scoundrel who was without pity! knew w the trouble was. There or mercy. As she saw his face a would be sorte news in the papers A young and beautiful woman did not jump from a big Atlantic liner without the newspapers getting hold of the facts | A fair wind carried the Betty into her haven; and shortly after Flor Jence was sleeping peacefully in a feather bed, anctent, it {s true, but none the less soft and inviting. In all this time she had not «poken a | single word startled frown marred her brow, But she could not figure out the puzzle. Had she ever seen the man before? She did not know, she could not tell, | Why could not she remember? Why |tnust her poor head ache so when she tried to plerce the wall of dark-| ness which surrounded her men tally? The man thanked her feebly, but the gratitude was on bis lips and not in bie heart. When he had auf. | The poor young thing!” mur-|ficlently recovered he returned to mured the motherly Mra, Barnes.|the village and sought the railway |“What beautiful hair! ©, John, I|station, where the Western Union wish you would give up the sea, I [hate it. It is terrible. 1 am always watching you in my mind's eye, in calm weather, in storms. Pieces of and I always h and terror had Ita office. 1 want to send a code message to my firm. Do you think you can follow it? | “Il can try,” said the operator. | The code was really Slav; and when the long message was signed it was signed by the name Vroon wonder over the de: back of them.” “Don't y' worry none about me, Betty, I never take no chances. The day after the news came that| Now I'm goin’ tnt’ th’ villa an’) Florence had jumped o board at | | bring back the sawbones, He'll tell|the Banks, Vroon with a dozen other | us what t’ do.” The village doctor shook his griz nied head gravely men had started out to comb all the fishing villages along the New Eng land coast. Somewhere along the} “She's been hurt and shocked at) way he felt confident that he would the same time. It will be many days|learn whether the girl was dead or before she comes around to herself. alive. If she was dead, then the The Seven Sons of Mrs. James Coppard AGED MOTHER SEES ALL HER SEVEN SONS MARCH AWAY TO EUROPE’S WAR in Their Unifors a British Territorials could obliterate from the face of only support the earth the brood that she spent! 35 years tn rearing 17, et sons range from Wilfred, of Frederick, 24, The he was the proudest woman/are Harold, 18; Jack, 21; Le England when the West Kent | 24; y, 29, and Herbert, “D” Territorinis passed her on thetr| The two eldest are sergeants and way to the mobilization, even|the third eldest « corporal } though thelr passing spelled pov-| “She keeps up heart wonderful erty and deprivation for her in her| ly,” declared her only daughter declining years, \“but I know she feels their absence) The four younger ones were her | terribly ne to through It all Sometimes when she thinks 1 am not looking, | see her face grow vad, Then she seen me looking and ways, ‘Oh, | am #o proud to think that all my boys are helping the old country Won't I be pleased when they come back! Then she adds, ‘Y and wil just have to get along as best Her late husband was a volun toer Wouldn't he have been proud to nee them all mareh off!” she waid to her daughter Her cane ht to the mother en 6on to he ‘ AMBULANCE AND CAR IN COLLISION An ambulance in which was Mise Hazel Donel W. 56th wt, ¢ Hded last night with a Seattle, Ren ton & Southern car at Fourth and Pine, and the results were bruises and @ shaking for Miss Dantets bruises for the driver, Clyde A Pheasant, and damage to the an bulance Miss Daniels was being taken to her home at the time of the acct dent ‘SHE DIES AT SEA The body of Mra. C. M. Durschia of Fairbanks, Alaska, was brought in on the steamship Alameda, of the Alaska Steamship Co., when that Vensel arrived early today from the North, The woman died while the ship at sea Her death was re ported here by wire! A STAR WANT AD will She smiles so bravely go into over 45,000 homes ‘the Exchange Telegraph Co. FOR JOHNSON. IN OMAR’ PLOT The curtain was rung down yer terday afternoon in police court of the final act of little ny in members of “Omar the Ter uker,” and the chauffeur of A ren ar started early in . chauffe F. A. Johnson, wan fined $50 by Judge MacMabon and sen tenced to five days in Jail « sttorney, Geork Rumme ave notice of ap J a big portion of the tf) 6 arrested at 1:30 a ” by motorcycle pa trolmen, at the crowd urping porgelown in a sett nti-Persian 1 members of the cast were tried in the writing room of the Hutler hotel the next day, with Thomas Burke defending The said Johnson was erany unk, and was running away Johnson had few new the plot yester car ideas to offer on RIOTS AT DANZIG LONDON, Aug Panicked the Russians’ approach, the vans of Danzig have begun al jes of violent anti-foreign dem- onstrations, according to a Copen hagen dispatch recelved today by by x THE MILLION DOLLAR MYSTERY & game was a draw; bot if she was! history wa. alive there was etill a fighting) When V: chance for the Mack Hundred the village and accomplishing the the reporter tnsensible, They bound, work himself; but after deliberation blindfolded, and gagged him quickly he concluded that {t was important) “Saunders,” said Vroon, “you tell enough for Braine himself to take a Corrigan that I've a sailor for him hand tn. Bo the following night he tonight, and that 1 want this sallor| departed for Boston, from there to booked for somewhere south of the! New York. He proceeded at once|equator. Tell him to say to the! to the apartment of the princess, master that this fellow is ugly and/ where Hraine deciared that he him-| disobedient A tramp freighter,) self would go to the obscure village whose captain fe a bully. Do you! and claim Florence as his own child./ understand me?” | But to insure absolute suceess they] “I get you, But there's no need) would charter Morse’s yacht and/to go to Corrigan this trip. Ban-| steam right up tnto the primitive|nock is in port and sails tonight) harbor, for Norway. That's far enough.” When Vroon left the apartment; “Hannock? The very man. Well, Norton saw him. He was a man of|/ Mr. Norton, reporter and amateur impulses, and he bad found by ex-| detective, | guess we've got you fast pertence that first impulses are gen-| enough this time. You may or may erally the best. He did not know| not come back alive Go and bring who Vroon was, Any man who/around a taxl; some one you can called on the Princess Perigoff|truet. I'll dope the reporter while while Hratne waa with her would) you're gone. be worth following. Long bourses afterward Norton On the other hand, Vroon recog-| opened his aching eyes. nized the reporter instantly and/ hardly move and bis head bussed with that everready and alert mind) abominally. What had happened? of his set about to lure the young| What was the mearing of this slow man {nto @ trap out of whichbejrise and fall of his bed? Shan- might not easily come. hated! Norton decided to follow his man.| “Come out o’ that now, ye! He might be going on a wild goose! skulker!” roared a voice down the chase, he reasoned; atill bis first) compantonway. impulses had hitherto eerved him! “Shanghaied!” the reporter mur- well. He looked careworn. He was| mured. Hoe eat up and ran through convinced that Florence was dead, | his pockets. Not a sou-markee, not Goaptte the assertions of Jonea to|a match even; and a eqcond glance the contrary. He had gone over all|told him that the clothes he wore the mishaps which had taken place| were not his own. “They've landed and he was now absolutely con-|me this time Shanghaied! What vinced that his whilom friend|the devil am I going to dot” Bratne and the Princess Perigoff ¥ ye hear me?” bawled the atri- were directly concerned. Florence | dent voice again. | had efther been going to or coming| Norton looked about desperately | from the apartment. And that|for some weapon of defense. He} memorable day of the abduction the|saw an engineer's epanner on the! princess had been in the dry goods | floor by the bunk across the way, shop. land with no small physical effort Vroon took a downtown eurface| he succeeded in obtaining ft. He car, and Norton took the same. He | stood up, his hand behind his back sat huddled in a corner, never sus- “All right, me bucko! I'll come pecting that Vroon waa watching | down an’ git ye.” him from a corner of his eye. Nor-| A pair of enormous boots began ton was not keen today. The to appear down the companionway,| thought of Florence kept running and there gradually rose up from| through his head. them a man ide as a church The car stopped and Vroon got|door and as deep as a well. off. He led Norton a winding) “Walt a moment,” said Norton, course which at longth ended at the | gripping the spanner. “Let us have door of a tenement buliding. Vroon|a perfect understanding right off entared, Norton paused, wondering | the bat.” | what next to do, now that his man| “We're goin’ to have ft, matey. bad reached his destination, Well,| Don't ye worry none.” since he had followed him all this| Norton raised the spanner and, distance he must make an effort to| dizzy as he was, faced this eeafar. find out who he was and what he ing Hercules courageously. was going to do. Cautiously he en- “I've been shanghaied, and you! tered the aallway. As he was about| know ft. Where are we bound?” to lay his hand on the newel post “Copenhagen.” | of the dilapidated stairs the floor “Well, for a month or more you'll dropped from under his feet and he| beat me up whenever the opportu-| was precipitated into the cellar. jnity offers. But I merely wish to| This tenemtn belonged to the| warn you that {f you do you'll find! Black Hundred; it concealed a thou-|a heap of trouble waiting for you sand doors and a hundred traps. Its) the next time you drop your mud- he won by the man, woman or ¢ solution of | determine which of the many | ble. Nothing of a iterary th, Lloyd Lonergan, author | « 4 after the appe | the pletures of the winner, © | No. 2——What | Now B= Who v | the finn © | directly or indi . | dered as a con sj Nobody connee Dollar Mystery” w er He could | bard aid the giant, eying “It is, I'll take your orders and do the best I can, because you've got the upper hand. But, God ts wit nese, you'll pay for every needless blow you strike. Now, what do you want me to do?” “Lay down that spanner an’ come on deck, I'll tell ye what t' do. was goin’ t whale th’ daylights out 0’ ye; but ye're somethin’ av a man Drop th’ spanner first.” Norton hesitated. As lithe as a Uger the bulk gf a man sprang at him and crushed him to the floor, wrenching away the spanner. Then the giant took Norton by the scruff jot bis neck and banged him up the| break y stops to the deck. ain't goin’ t' burt ye. I had t show yo that no spanner ever both- ered Mike Bannock, Now, 4’ ye know what a cook's galley “I 40,” said Norton, breathing “Well, hike there an‘ start in with Deelin’ spuds, an’ don't waste ‘em, either.” That'll bo all for th’ pres- ent. Ye were due for a wallopin’, but I kinda like yer spunk.” So Jim stumbled down to the | cook's galley and grimly set to work It might have been | poy, at the potatoes far worse. But hore he was, likely to be on the high seas for months, and no way of notifying Jones what had happened. The outlook w: anything but cheerful. But a vague hope awoke {n his heart. If they were still after him, might ft not signify that Florence lived? Meantime Braine had not been idle. According to Vroon, the girl's memory was in bad sbape; had not the least doubt of bringing her back to New York without mis- hap. Once he had her there, the game would begin {in earnest. He ayed his cards exceedingly well eaming up into the little fishing harbor with a handsome yacht !n itself would allay any distrust. And he wore a capital disguise, Everything went well till he laid his hand on Florence's shoulder. She fave a startled cry and ran/ over to clinging to him! wildly. 'No, no!” she said. o what. my child?” asked the sailor. She shook her head. sion was {nexplicable. “Come, my dear; can't you see that {t is your father?” Braine turned to the captain. “She has/| been like this for a year. Heaven) knows ff she'll ever be tn her right mind again,” sadly, “I was giving) her an ocean voyage, with the kind-| est nurses possible, and yet she! Jumped overboard. Come Florence.” The girl wrapped her arms all the tighter around Barnes’ neck. | An idea came into the old sailor's) head. “Of course, sir, y've got proof that she's your daughter?" “Proof?” Braine was taken aback. | Yes; somethin’ t’ prove thet! you're hear father. out of a sloop once because I too! & man’s word at tte face vali Black an’ white, an’ on paper, I hereafter.” “But I never thought of such al thing,” protested Braine, beginning to lose his patience. “I can't risk Barnes, Her aver- ys sending to New York for documents. She {s my daughter, and you will! find out it will not pay you to take this peculiar stand,” “In blo *k an’ white, 'r y’ can’t Braine thereupon rushed forward to selze Florence. Barnes swung Florence behind him “T guess she'll stay here a leetle longer, sir." | Time was vital, and this obstin- Braine furious. He acy made reached again for Florence. “Clear out o' here, 'r show your authority,” growled Barnes. | “She goes with me, or you'll re-| gret it.” “All right. But T guess th’ law won't hurt me none. I'm in my rights. There's the door, Mister,” “T refuse to go without her!” Barnes sighed, He was on land a man of peace, but there was a limit to his patience. He seized Braine by the shoulders and hustled him out of the house. “Bring your proofs, mister, an nothin’ 1 be said; but tilt yt] me em, keep away from this cot And, simple minded sailor that he was, he thought this settled the matter, That night he kept bis ears open for unusual sounds, but he merely wasted his night's rest. Quite nat urally, he reckoned that the stran- Harold acGrath so he} too. | I got skinned | | head of all our troubles; and If he | what | landed i down to see if Braine had left any | ger would make his attempt at) night. Indeed, he made it in broad He who had been waiting for him, de-|the spanner and the shaking hand daylight, with Barnes not a hundred | pers, and if I/ had had some idea of remaining in ecended into the cellar they found | that held it aloft yards away, calking a dory whose| seams bad sprung a leak. Braine/ had Florence upon the chartered yacht before the old man realized) what bad happened. He never saw Florence again; but one day, montns \ ister, he read all about her escape \in a newspaper. | | Florence fought; but she was| weak, and so the conquest was easy. Hraine was kind enough, now that jhe had her safe. He talked to her,| but «he merely stared at the reced- ing coast. “All right; don’t talk {f you don’t) | want to, Here,” to one of the men, take her to the cabin and keep her} there. But don't you touch her, I'll | ou if you do. Put her in her cabin and guard the door; at least keep an eye on It.” Even the temporarily demented are not without a species of cun- ning. Florence had never seen Braine till he appeared at the Barnes cottage. Yet she revolted at the touch of his hand; hated him with a violence which would have Stirred the scientific interest of an alienist. She wanted to hurt him, |torture him, beat him down and |trample on him. But as this was a| | physical impossibility, she did the | t most agreeable thing to her jdisordered mind. On the second day out toward New York, she found a box of tohes and blithely set fire to her cabin, walked out into the corridor and thenco to the deck When the fire was discovered it had gained too much headway to be | stopped. The yacht was doomed. | They put off in the boats and for half a day drifted helplessly. |. Fate has everything mapped out like a game of chess. You move a pawn, and bang goes your bishop, or your knight, or your king; or she jlets you almost win a game, and then checkmates you, But there ts | one thing to be sald in her favor— |rail at her how we will, she is al ways giving odds to the innocent. eee Mike Bannock was in the pilot house, looking over his charts, when the lookout in the crow's nest sang out: “Two boats adrift off the post bow, sir!” And Bannock, who was a first-class satlor, although a rough one, shouted down the tube to the engine room. The freighter came to a halt {n about ten minutes. The castaways saw that they had been |noted, and pulled gallantly at the oars. There are some things which sct- ence, well advanced as it is, cannot explain. Among them ts the shock which cuts off the past and the countershock which reawakens |memory. They may write treatise after treatise and expound, but they never succeed in truly getting be- yond that dark wall of mystery. At the sound of Jim Norton's | voice and at the sight of his face— for subconsciously she must have been thinking of him all the while great blinding }seemed to burn across her eyes, and when the effect passed away she was herself again. A wild glance at her surroundings con- vinced her that both she and her lover were in ger. “Keep back,” whispered Jim. “Don't recognize me.” “They believe that I've lost my! mind, and I'll keep that {dea tn their heads, Some time tonight I'll find a chance to talk to you.” It took a good deal of cautious maneuvering to bring about the meeting, “They shanghated me, And 1 thought you dead! It was all wrong. It was a trick of that Peri-| goff woman, and it succeeded. Girl, girl, I love you better than life!” “I know it now,” she said; and| she Kissed him, “Has father ap peared yet?” | “No,” “Do you know abput him?” sadly anything at all! | (dollars), that those heat-wave | * TO FIND WIFE: HE’S PINCHED’ Has a & door bel tf ) *> fn an ere The Ayne was man's y removed the pan Others way tt have been gentle, but t ld be heard He was dismissed, SOUTH NORWALK, Conn. Ang. 28.—Mra, Michae on in believed to hold the st She has given b twins with nativity record, to two sets of a year. ee a ri i L By EDWIN J. BROWN, 713 First Avenue. : It does not seem possible that ten million men would mobilize ready for a giganti Killing, wholesale mu and struction of each pth: lives burning of each ofhers’ homes property simply beceuse « luaastio anarchist killed @ duke, does it? — War degrade: nation and de-. beuches, cripple <4 matmes the of its manhood, while corre- sponding to ite great batties are the oe widows and orphans whose Ne Borrow, degradation and "want are never told What ha France against thi of Engiand? None! yhat harm have the prod Belgium done t many? Ask many soldiers why th fighting and they cannot tel! there are many among the coi people who know. es one that this slaughter—who! -is going to do is to gonvince bring to the © sclousness t ad profit from wa OUR OWN PATRIOTIC CITIZENS Did you not: that as soon as the workin copie in Europe started cirgoa to kill each other just to their exploiters and satisfy th triotic Amert- cans, Big Business Bums, raised the rices on all necessities of Mfe? his is done to show and prove patriotisin and love for th p ou see, while special lege in Europe starts one-| of the, orkers to killing the other half. the same special privilege class in this country would starve us They are “patriots,” but “hell,” it bt was made for suc! though it mi be banka = . jemocracy will nouldering, day kindle ft into « biaze that joltation and class rob! oppression into the of recko: may with {t a terrible retribution the oppressors of the rece. 4 ow, permit me to quote in an editorial by the ex-U. & Congressman, Victor L. Berger, the Milwaukee Leader: “THE REAL CAUSE OF WAR” | “It was not the jealousy of mon. archa, the ambition of Ger 4 mpetition for trade with the desire for ‘revenge’ of 5 hor even the rapacious b march of the Slav, 4 Mi «— . Seo ae the — nes should be drawn and hi thing with saying who the couliet hould be. But the very contus sry reports and > of blame excuses is ‘rench bo urgeoise » autocrat, That enemy freedom, ed and Russ was democracy, Uberty of labor, all the thin rnated in the spirit and which have been r the name the * r and “This army threatening tl dominance of tinuance of th alas upon which demagogues in al end to blind the workers to Lew ent at home. In every crowing rebellions ted & meal of every wage-work threatened forces that Di fon of labor, vies and ger and the rule of react se that was driv because It wi es that make for live by and profit ather plunge th ughter than gly toys war} rebellion cone for found that the real enemies In this confitct are not marked by battle flags and boundary posts. So evident has this fact become that the great majority many m¢ “T thought I did. It’s all a jum-| ble to me, But beware of the man) who brought you here. He is the knew I was on board he'd kill me out of hand, He'd have to.” | Braine offered Bannock a thou-| sand dollars to turn back as far as Roston; and as Bannock had all the time In the world, carrying no per-| ishable goods, he consented. But! he never could quite understand followed. He had put Flor-| Braine in the boat and] them; but when he went! ence and thing behind, he found that individ ual bound and gagged in his bunk (Te Be Continued.) | Ss of the non-Socialist press in Amér ica is admitting it Whether this ne is in a sho: ossible to conceive o . popus | lation. in which there are 10,000,000 Socialists, and which has a en shot through with the spirit of < to continue for years fighting & t enemies, war that will > son behind tt, ew struggle Js forced by th the war-tor t Next wee lalists stand and what they have done in an. effort to prevent t2e™ murder of the people tn Europe > EDWIN J, BROWN Wis First Av wt 5 DAYS IN JAIL BREAKS DOOR *