The evening world. Newspaper, June 21, 1913, Page 11

Brows IN SOME THINGS GONNA: HAPPEN THATS ~ CINCH WELL WHAT Do You THINK OF THAT? (% HELPING THE CAT he Man With 4 Great Sommer Story of New York. By John A. Moroso (author of “TES QUABBY,") ry = pecs i moist linen to her nostrils again, SrNOWsIs OF PRECEDING CM Atiaee’ i At @ polnt where the road began to ter Henea:h the ruin are deposit tive sharply, tually to mount the . securities aud jewels Palisades, the chauffeur stopped t! aller, treesure (Pcie taxicab after a careful glance ahi 1 behind ere AT suntan fon a wome ‘ rionsty ken motor boat with « half deck swung from a tumbledown landing place. Dr, Davis lifted the unconsclous wom an out of the machine and hurried with her to the boat man in charge o' the craft swung her side-on to the landing, ye Several rugs were spread in the bot- tom of the boat, He put her tenderly upon them and turned to the chauffeur who had followed at his heala. “Cockney,” ordered Dr, Davis, “run Teatied te tne Sralouss' of parish sae, and your machine on the road to Engle- to ont i ot hher by giving her $100,000 and wood, then double and make your way he to mare at once for her home back to the south. Abandon t xt a tant with ay elderly, man, who introd womewhere In Jersey City and Simeeatl at's physician, the bext of your way to cover.” Sir Richard signalled to his engineer CHAPTER XXVIII. and the boat's propellers churned th water, In a few seconds they were (Coatiaued.) headed due north, hugging the west OU will pardon me, I hope,” gliore and going like a streak of white 66) he said, ‘but my eyes are ae in bad shape and sudden e CHAPTER XXIX. flashes of light from out- in.” (igBPIR RICHARD had planned the mike e1v8 tae maUOD Bele kidnapping of tho Violet He pulled down the curtain and the Widow with every possible interior of the tax! was in almost pitch ae Cockner \iime woul Dlackness, atart the police off on an end- Cora felt strangely tne: leas and false trail. Jersey “But do you know are £0 city, the backyard of two-thirds of the ing?" she asked. "You did not instruct ratiroads entering New York City by the chauffeur,” . ferry or tunnel, was a well chosen spot “I beg your pardon, Madame,” was for abandoning the tax!. The local the reply. “You failed to hear me. We potice-a strictly provincial lot—would are going to the Hotel Westmoreland probably hold the machine indefinitely or am lower Fifth avenue,” until they read in the newspapers that After two or arp turns hy @ woman had been kidnapped in such @ the taxi, which was making the maxi- vehicle. eed under the law, Cora lost sir Richard, by taking the motor boat they were going across town, possible trailers who might in time fol- own. low the tax! vel weemed very ill,” gerry, for- Making the shore in his fast craft tunate that | was near when he fell. Ll through the Ice, which had broken dur- hope it I relieved his suffering some- ing two da: what." Kelley and ¢ “You are a physician?” she asked, of the cliff with their precious burden. “Yes Dr. Davis.” The party darted Into the black shadows “Why did you leave the ill man? I of the crevice in the Palisades. Here could very easily find my way home they were as well hidden as if they were alone.” Ina deep well. "The ambulance surgeon had ar- Over boulders and gigantic shards rived. Street cases gre in their juris- split from the solid rock by the coun diction entirely.” years of weather attack, the thr Core’s uneasiness increased, ere Is absolutely no necessity for way to the top of the Palisades, while companying me, whether you the men In ree of the motor boat Acquainted with the Vanderpoels ov backed It away from the landing p not,” she sald. “I would much prefer and started further north for his an- t@ go to my hotel unescorted. “It was at the request of Mr, V. @erpoel that I undertook to escort you, and safely housed witn other motor my dear lady,” replied Dr. Davis, craft near the Alping landing Cora no longer heard the blare of Kelley had rigged up a ta Attomodile hor eof strevt stout chair swinging from new and well Her, suspicion that all was not right becanie deepened. tain with a vicious Je fastened in the rock "Wh, we are in Central Part d up the side of the exclaimed. “What does this mean?" — With the agility of a sailor ordered aloft. pulled the cui and it flew ui Dr. Davis pulled the curtain down On the brink of his own preserves he again, and as he did vo he slipped nin pulled the false gray beard from his left arm about her shoulders, held face and slipped it in his overcoat pock- them fast, and with his right hanj et. Kelley and Canto had lost go time pressed over her face # molat Inen in sending the unconscious Cora up- both, ward In the chair prepared for her. Cofa struggled feebly for a moment, Sir Richard pulled off his overcoat fell over on the shoulder of and spread it on the rocks at his He to) The ‘atrans held her upright in her the crevice. weat as the machine proceeded, Canto hold fast!" The chauffeur left the Park at One Hundred and Tenth street and struck west to Broadway. Then he turned north and at One Hundred and Twenty- Kelley made his way up the cliff and ninth street again steered west and to stripped off his jacket. the Fort Lee ferry. Cora’s shoulders were level with the In ten minutes they were across the brink of the precipice, Hudson, and on the dark and deserted Kelley unclasped @ long-bladed knife road, going north. Cora showed signs of re- ahi bs een rE RNR ET — d Daily M urday: Ju 21: 1913 agazine, Sat leanor Schore |, by ‘The Press Publish ing Co, (The New York Kvesing World), COUNTRY COSMETICS OF AMY ROBSART. ° Wis MY ROBSART, the beaut.ful young girl who was foully murdered when 4 ‘een, almply because she stood in the |” way of her husband's overweening ambition, is one of the most pital ures in history. She was the daughter of ‘Mir John Robsart, a country equire of Wealth for those days, Befyre she met Robert Dudley she was happy. ¢ was not much more than el (Copyright, 1913, by John A, Moroso.) Viving ier captor would press the! ~ The river lay beside the road and @ drops that oozed from the vines in and of them she made a wash for the © face. , used a stinging mixture of mile and: clear and fine grained, which sne, course owed more to her healthy door life than to the mythical virtues of | Though it ts quite true that soft wa of all kinds Is very good for the skin. Icles,‘lovely haxel eyes and wavy, Mght ” The woving was short, ‘of direction. She did not know from the Exwewater road, also cut off far as the Fort Lee Once back in the brilliant Queen Elizabeth, ambition soon killed When the Queen lavished e lost his head and be- a union with the sov- Ing crowned at ors upon him gan to dream o rset and of b ole obstacle to ot Breatness was far as he could wee the men carried Cora for two-thirds of the Xo he began to plan and plot against He had in his train a chirurgeon, chorage. By morning the: frail but specdy Inunch would be out of the water to poison the unhappy lady to win back her husband whe scrub her mouth with strawoerries to make the teeth my the more dazztingly and alum to remo’ HE firat day of Summer is here! And we know that Old Sol is going ‘will be gently crushed by the dainty feet of Bessics, who romp, play and to be a merciless god and make it pretty hot for folks in and out | tease; with Robbies close at their heels or by their sides or riding waves of town, Then round and round in our little heads run schemes to with them hand in hand. |fool the cruel old fellow with the bright hot face. | The problem is solved as we form a pleasing picture of a large green- gray rolling surface with occasional white spots on it stretching out be- yond the horizon. ‘ From to-day the golden sands of the boundaries of Neptune's kingdom | with a along at tested ropes When they reached a tly getting broad, level rock he pulled the chair from under a mass of twigw and in a few minutes Cora was strapped tightly use green Krapes the few freckles that were “Never did my B look #0 bewitching,” thinks each fond boy as he watches his dripping wet girlie; and he doubts that Venus could have rivalled HER aa, like the ancient goddess of Love and Beauty, she stepa out of a big white-capped wave onto the shelbstrewn sand. ELEANOR SCHORER. matters worse, mentioning to the Queen that h left a pretty wife down in the At last the pl Robsart was killed at Cun out Was that fallen downstairs @ took hold of one of the ice The story gly clung with fingers of steel to her shou!- “Ig the rooin ready?” might conceive of was there. Sir Richard placed his burden upon @ ‘ed with pillows of down, Her eyelids lifted ae the light in a low hung chandelier. “L shail explain in the morning,” he Behind that tapestry there you I have tried to make comfortable for good sleep we will tall! and broken her neck body even at tha “Now, then,” said the master, The two men braced themselves and the Violet Widow came slipping over Will find a couch. time belleved it No. There {# enoug' ter Scott brings Amy Cora,! justice of her sovereign, he Jugs ir Richard picked up her slender and rested his bur @ little with history, For the pretty. country girl had been in her grave nearly fifteen years before the Queen paid Nave! ner famous visit to Kenllworth Cavtle and four years beforp her husband wag) ted Earl of Leicester, bi ned perilously over the edge of against his shouider springing to her feet, nd turned toward a in his arms again and old mansion that was to be her 6 position and pull- he pated htly about her started upstairs, He took her into a large room the windows of which faced the house from road wad giving no giimpne of the river The room was furnivhed with exquimite her opera cloak t “Where am 1? "You were taken ill in the taxicab and T brought you to my home, which was nearer than the hotel Who are you?’ Montague Jeffray," drugged me and broug’ es “Tam Mr. Jeffray,” replied Sir Rich- “ET have shaved off my and imperial and have lost a little flesh during a period of !!tness. nge in my appearance.” demand that you release me from If you do not ‘Cut away all trace of the tackle, ordere’ Kelley, help with the boat and you return to the house immediately," Judson Was at the door and on watch, the great dane near him in leash, Aa the beast whined with delight at the scent of hie muster Judson threw japen the deer, you to trust me. No harm will I will now le Do try and ge! hall have a glass of wine and a ltght repast brought you.” He bowed low and stepped out into ths hall, closing the door behind him, Sir a Th ds an come to you, she ran to first one window other, She found each of tI ding old ‘Curkish and Perdan mn Physiclan—the maa no anawer to & call, ky ‘ comfort and luxury that a feminine mind with the white Mra, Peyton," dir Richard said “1 im- loatless trees of @ forest.» a (Te Be Conti LISSEN- YouvE Got THid JUSTICE T3ysInEs NEARLY RIGH), BUT YOURE OFF IN SPOTS. TAKE IT HIND aes embroidering in her tapestry frome helping the maids in the stil reom. pare cordiais from also for the face and lotions to the hunds and neck, as did every woman of her class, And, being & couse — try girl, ahe belleved thoroughly im um, — tain superstitious practices that \eupposed to hetxhten female loveliness, She bathed her face in dew every. year when May Day came round. would, #0 the old crones told her, her complexion as blooming She gave her tiring maid ord serve carefully all those e If her complexion had been mud@y > or sallow she would undoubtedly horseradiah to give It color; but cheeks were pink and her skin May dew and the drops of the ving: Bhe had, so say certain old brown hair, and when Lord Robert Dudley (afterward the great Earl @f- Leicester) first saw her he thought her the very prettiest maid in all England, ~ Fe After u brief honeymoon Dudley left his young bride omy old manor house, Cumnor Hh, & man who would hesitate at no crime to advan' under the care of one Anthony” = his interest with hie. OF LEICESTER: ne was locked. Her opera cloak trailing: with Iron gratings, She peered the bars and behekt the wide