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The Evening Wofld Daily —— Thursday. November $, 1914 © By Robert Minor I Fasten a Bracelet BS forker's Odd Adventures With « “Badge of Slavery” By David Potter A thi, ty 3, B, Lerpincets Company.) OF PREOBDING OHAPTERA, exile in 60- At last a door that slammed faintly in @ distant part of the house recalled me to the present—its own problems id difficulties, Ellen knew the truth of the story that had filled more than one column of German and American papere—after all, the truth a ae ing to be ashamed of. N forry I had told her all. 1 “Glaneed at her silent figure. The firelight wrought quaint pat- % terns on the rose quilt, Her head was See CHAPTER XI. (Continved.) We Talk of Sumatra. SHE Datu .f Larang —Medac was his name —had a big bamboo stockade on the river, I met Tawa there—at a OF the .old fellow gave me. His ‘waited on us—he had three or ones, They aren't very Mobammedans and don't make about their women going about Med and all that. Old Medac had @ dozen sons but only one daugh- ‘was immensely proud of her.” was Tawa?’ Ghe didn't wait on us, but ‘Game in, unveiled, when the meal Self over, and sat down on the between her father and me. old man made her feed me swoet- out of a brass jar.” "Wes oe pretty!” we Sumatran, yes, very—she > nave passed muster anywhere, » Olive skin, large, dark eyes, Pall that. Sho didn't chew betel- , #0 her mouth was as sweet ar anaped as anybody's, I was at once—all the more she spoke to me in English.” eoment Wasn't that un- F aimsst tinique. You see, s msavere) long visits to Singapore, prea she bad Chinese maid who 1, real knglish a learned i it at a mission school mpt os al it was the way of it. She ‘and joked like an American took to each other at once— and L I was white man and lord from the native ‘and as for her—well, | j Nell, desperately lonely— ." cvtning, nor would she I went on. ledac «wae rather ‘otherwise by Tawa's— euch a fancy to each me’ Is Enact, 1 suppose | may say ‘all-he could to encourage it.” o owe fondness for each other, you Dh” 5. weat on, “in apite of you hear ‘about the apathy of Matters move fast in some and. hate-are swifter else—and so is love, I don’t know why t i Decause the apirit of. ¢ gels into one's. velne—the ded people, the climate, the of the jungle, and a) voice was — ely aplien. Be ee ma. that the date was set for 1 You were married!” wedding was to be at the end o.paxt month. The night and Tawa and I had it aut ever, I could: king.. Do you remember we yesterday sat thinking is for a wedding prea- now @ rhinoceros horn ia tq bring good luck. wa only taughed, then I py) in earnest, she to go. But I felt I for a while or T'a go it if T could hunt, and I could wear off the back to her con- ‘ghe oried—she said she harm would hap) = % Hh But some! abo % fe told 4 i ut it er my finn call their personal they thought my Present for Tawa T going here—itke her to the after I want to talk to 't sleep— pose atill propped on her folded hands— she looked very small and rather mee ful. Her eyes were closed and she ee by ages Lea emotion. Tired out by tho ‘s lulled by the ound of my voles, it seemed she had fallen asleep. T got to my feet and slipped quietly from the room. CHAPTER Xi. Aleck Explains. HE out room was devoid of occupants, but I was sure I had heard a door slam. There had been a peculiarly incisive quality to that slam, as if there had been more strength behind it than Mary Finney would have bees likely to em- ploy. 1 stepped quietly to the door that Jed onto the gallery above the gorge, and pushed it open. As I bad half expected, a shabby-looking, man .wes sitting talking to Mise Finney.: A! om of me he sprang to his feet—i' jas the same fellow 1 had surprised | with Elen the day before. My blood: pounded in my throat! ‘Without @ second glance at me the man took a Ror of hasty pe toward a door father down the gal- lery, Then I had him by the shoulder, dragged him sharply back, and Guang} him into a chi “L want to you, my friend,” I enap He made no resistance, appardhtly overwhelmed by the flerceness of my attack. Not so Mary Finney, “Mr, Schuyler! Mr. Schuyler!" Her face flushing and paling, her toars starting, she pulled at my of sha‘n't take my Ned!’ I released the man—my coolness re- turned—and looked down at him. He sat crouched in his chair without lift- ing his eyes. He was a thin, almost cadaverous fellow of twenty-eight or Lond} Lin hair was brown and wavy, faco was smooth shaven. the hands, lifted to straighten the you,’ worn tle, were not those of eS ‘workin, man, There was somethi: familiar about the lines of i fa Mary Finney hove ciptreentaly about him. “So this {s your Ned, te it? I sald. “I don’t congratulate you on your Ned—he oughtn’t to run ev time he sees me.” She wrung her hands in her medi. aeval gosture of despall "Oh, don’t be hard on him. He didn’t mean any harm.” I stared, then my eyes ing abruptly to the fellow surprist his own fixed upon my face. They were gray cyes, with hazel lighta in them. ™ woatching my glance, he threw back his head with an air half haughty, half rece ia oN jutphen : ® aer man’s “Well, what of eens think I ‘You shan't ark Bien anes Mary ‘t have Lora! ‘Who wants himt If he hadrft run I wouldn't have hands on him. Ned, whet are you “I've only been home a month—from Nevada." “alee Fini + twine is , Burpben. Tek 8 I fire—eup- Mi oe Pan ao Mary,” sald Ned. “I'm waited until Mise Finn asae the door bebind ber, ters bent reddened by weak contour of the jaw. | Tot, the wel ra ad expected, 2 man Helen's brother. The mystery the situation was oe I moved it would ‘If women weren fey world, goes yaree wouldn't care you going to preach,” v- for a further explan: porns Bhe called you ‘Ned’ anther famillarty. peite hae a right to—I’ & little, “What! @ been married @ month,” ti] last pight— Fret waa home even.” im hh “1 don’t say it di "t.” ee y joesn' a scapegrace son of the family dodging in and out of a country girl's cottage. Furthermore, he declares he has married the country girl.” “It's true.” “[ boliove you. ‘Well, I'm Interest ed, and if you ask me why I'll iis lips barely framed the word. “Because you helped to persuade your wife to try to .burglarize my room last night. Do you wonder I'm interested?” He had seen what. was coming, so could turn no paler than he was. “Never mind,” 1 continued. “I'm aute capable of taking a of my- alt. Let all that g , I'd never heard of it, but you' evidently been down on your luck for a while—you look the part, at any rate. What's i) matter, man? You can't be thirty et. “Twenty-seven,” muttered the other. “How far down are you?” I de- manded. “And how did it happen?” He gave & short laugh. “Oh, I'm not kioking. It happened as it always does, I suppose—-because a man's a fool. I was, at any rat “But how?” “Do you really want to know? Well, after I left Yale—fired in my sopho- more year, you know—I tried stocks a little—with Sheepshead and Graves- end and fi meralone on the side. The same old From that it was oy @ step to faiy's ant and Danfield’s— ne of Neil's friends, a chap named Beauchamp, first started me there.” “I know him.” “He's a smooth article, isn't he? But 1s rs hadn't been ea tiger would have been somsbo: me—I'm not kicking. Diver wl My acreet ond alt lot— kept dn “You aar pet oR pased. to be a jusiness man-—I had the greater part a Nell’s and mother’s money in my farm. He drew a | breath, and zens on nfully, “It. went—they 7 enough to get along on thie ‘minute—tt wont and the: to tell them—then I went West.” hie ¢@ half shut, but held steadily toward me as ne found rellet ot ie going. or over 34 hie a story. I nod joer. “How aboutt"——— Wed I don't suppose that was other cases you've ‘heard nbou, She's pretty—you can gee that for yourself, and I—I was a brute, as a man always ie when he the giri cares for him.” pou jed, you say.” Thate why I'm here now, she ‘wont tq Nell and—and told her everything, Neil's a brick! Bhe wrote me to come home at once—she gent a check to cover my fare, too, ‘When the letter reached mo I was ked out with typhoid in Tonapah they didn’t even toll me about it for weeks, Then I started home.” owes, you—in timer” wee Feached been born end—an nq hed ai wy Megs ls ‘were married the day I fre old graveyard, He are pacine another ra baby e—over there, in hay de Hj oe, “you Hr t to ee, rent pe wee a wie phent time 3 show.” he 5 ve done enough Stine other thing.” His reference to the a6 gravevara atlrr my Ty bat treren't cheut nero at the bed it 414 you aver hear of 7 Wil Re gave mee sharp giance, “Yos, eo fiygsiree vt Oh remember teat af ae WTngt Became of ner ehitds de you vies two or three month after the Tm meiner, { believe Just about the time id it ever nome out whe the father Phat i, moot eee never suppose so—you!" idden change. “Look here, don't you sit there and sneer at me. Damn it! I won't N stand Bin if you kill me for it!” "WHat the devil are you talking about? I say I'll help you, if 1 can— it I cart think out a way to do you any good. You're your own worat enemy, but as jong as drink isn't the trouble, and you don't look far gone ‘endifgh for that, T fancy I can fiud wey out for you.” “You don't mean it,” he faltered. “Yes, 1 do.” I rose to my feet and shook hands with him, vastly to his surprise. “Give my good wishes to your wife, I'll see you in a day or two.” “Is Nell ready to telling me she got — “Yes, She was dreaming by the kitchen stove a little while ago. 1 won't disturb her, Please tell her I'll send my car over for her by 6 o'clock, That'll get her home comfortably.” “All right. I'm sure, Schuyler, I'm much obliged for"-—— I cut short his thanks. “And, Ned, let Ellen know I won't appear at din- ner to-night. I'll get my man to bring me up a bite, and then, [ won't have to dress—I'm feeling lazy.” He saw through my little subter- fuge. “You're a good sort, Schuyler.” I left the house without more ado and started briskly homeward across the downs. I glanced into the gully ac I passed—the bloodhound was no- where visible and 2? Mary was ip it Ww else for ‘reacued the brute. der to picture how FE) only for an instant, beneath his enor- lesired to punish her in T my own way, with all the refinements ™ of torture that our ponitions madé possible, not to see her mangled by a mad hound, Strange how he had leaped at us so abruptly! It was not yet 3 o’clock—the after- noon waa still young. I stepped out had merrily, whistling to myself, and half wishing I had the morning’s run to go over again, I thought of a wily trick or two whereby we might have thrown our pursuers off the ecent. How in- nocent and boyish Ellen had looked as ‘wo waded the stream! Thus meditating, the mites slipped '!¢ Dehind me unawares—I almost etum- bled over Beauchamp and young ‘Westbrook at that same corner of the stone wall from which Ellen and J had taken to the trees. “Hello, Schuyler,” said the Engiish- man, “Awfully glad to see you again, old chap. Lert and I came over tomether the oth he explained ; to Aleck, we some capital bridge in the smoking room. Wot sheer, matio!” We shook hands with, on his part a least, a semblance of cordiality, I tried in vain to detest in his face or Dearing any chagrin over Ellen's re- ton of him that morning—he was much n man of the world to be- tray himaolf, “You've been on our trail with Aleck?" I asked, "Yes, You an Miss Sutphen made Beer's duffers of us!” His eyes had searching the grove behind me, me me ev old chap, where is Mise ty well done up. oot! “Come, that's good,” maid Boa. 'Do yi Te ia monn {t--reajly ea om x} ret a of our fatem von, *vintbiy ‘an0d preavens! x ale back there, ¢ to scoff at the danger. “Don't you fancy the brute was only trying to be playful, paneer Bally poor style of play, of course, but that's It wasn’t a mere idle I've seen know. G “Come, old chap! to say an owl hooting, or whatever that sound was, could have set him on so. That's rather stiff, don't you think?” “I don't say it was that—but he certainly charged for us at time. He'd been good-natured enough before that.” “IT fancy it was only his play-~ really. Gomez wouldn't hurt a fly.” He had hoisted himself to a seat on id sat softly drum- gainat the side. I noticed that hi forehead sloped al- most in the Hapsburg manner. eyes regarded me with the character British aloofness. Aleck stood near, idly beating hia dog leash against his leg, apparently in a taciturn mood, By an indefinable air of embarrass- ment about the two men—by Beau- champ’g ;unusual talkativeness even more fi uy ‘5 Aleck's morosenese— I knew they had been discussing me just before I stumbled upon them. I was not the more disposed to hurry away on that account. “Wot cheer, matie!” Beauchamp fear rattled on. “Let the dogs go to the dogs! I say, Schuyler is been a ‘ong while since we chivied the girls together about here, hasn't it, now?” I did not like bis tone. “I wouldn't call it chivying. Squired them a little, if you like, but chivied, no. It bes en unpleasant sound. ‘Oh, come, now. Why #o high and ty? Women are fair game, aren't they? To hunt one down now and again—that's livi You ought to know that, old fellow—they eay you were @ real bashaw in the East, you know.’ “Who a0?" He waved his hand ively. “The world, my boy—Berlin, plea London, New York—and Bannocks.’ “Nonsense! I don’t claim to be a saint, Beauchamp, but I'm not @ bashaw. You can set down any such you hear about me as downright “Really? Oh, come! It's no des- grace to own up—all etrictly entre nous, you know. Besides, you won't shock ‘ue—you left a bit of & behind you here, | remember, “before ieee for the wild and woolly He laughed “What do you mean?’ He did not Teallse the significance ot my inoreas- avin mortemff old fellow." What do you meant” I repeat “Why, everybody knows about that ttle, eftair, you know. T ont blame hat affair?” Kitty Willetts, of barefaced effro! emased pepeated rat the stone wall ming his heel ted. stpta ys r hon wee eee Sa Cis t Aleck Westbrook. He with averted fase, 3 hae anid, “ fter ont born,” “on oo xd Cy Beoushamp. ry cane I glanced waa stoning Pe en 0 man!” It was not only the German yard, epgrtrcise write slander of me that @ad inspired iso, the devia page that the Eng- ishman had just turned for my peru- ‘The fo yr lessness of the man within me. I took a off that wall!” He was on hia feet in an inatant, it cool! yor i don't know the truth?” fet I struck at his ) bringing him- it the wall, as I had caoulatea, On t the instant I up- percut smartly with my right. He tottered, hung for a breath, then alid we wall, It was a clean knockout, Aleck Westbrook started forward. I whirled upon him like # flash, my fury unabated. He recoiled before my set face, throwing up his arms to ward off the expected blow. Ut- terly Geregarding his motion, I £Gpred him by the oollar with my left hand—my right threatened him. “What do you know about thie?’ 1 shook him to and fro furtously bs let you off last night, but you've fo sogex up now or I'll put you ont a pride struggled with his as! shame. “I—you—I'm not afraid of you, Schuyler.” “Oh, yes, you are. And you're afraid to lie—you wouldn't be Norah's Qt if you weren't.” I let go his stood eat ly before him. ‘heard what he eald—heard it sald betore?” “Yeo—t's an old story,” he mut. tered, now inning to be awed by my resolute havior, also, by w giimpse over my sromseer of the Mesit unconscigqus English: “An old atory, ie it? Tow o1a?” “I first heard it three or four yeurs T eu it must have been ut the time—you left the United sates" hear broth bed you ever your or 414 you ever bear Rez of ite’ "I don't » Noo, I don't Leonean Dalal Did Norah ever of thie?” ei.) b siee, fell. “I—I think 6. I'm Oren told you?—whe told Norah?’ “I don't know—no one in pastioular —At Was in the air.” a4 Reeds eye, tte Ba self up I ever “I don't think and the Archers, and Killen and”——— “What!" “Ot couree, We all guessed that Ww trian he smiled. “Now, 10, 70u that's absurd, Beh ‘Then at last 3 eaw More, f, Raney und source! queation about peer i ey rus i 4 Int of all te fed Mut~ ind, underatead jnsen bray ines of ¢! “ we it eft hows uy PS pia Inaie' upon a Burnt dace EIS: Bah ssn Sarl Rs ytg ny, 7 alle ti a si oa i woth aes ag ineved by my evigent jis. Shut everything , ype ao fend aint he Seaver, xplained bee ete ie an thrusts, It was, n ly down against the « Next Weeh’s Complete Nowe! in THE EVENING WORLD, What Will People Say? By Rupert Hughes Tele Book on the Stende Witt Cost You $1.23. You Get It for 6 Conte, Ral a "t tl car to go aor" Rex was tiread iy down with mean that explaing my excite- ment that night.” "Hum-m. Then you were almost the only mourner at the funeral—at any rate, (4 J've heartyou and old Mr, Willet! Li “I helped him carry the u placed five thousand dol- lara to Willett’s account in the Ban- nooks National Bank—after the fu- neral, Gen, Savart worst?” e help it? “You all do? I demanded. He moved uneasily. “1 ow 80.” To his emasement and, I think, to his horror, I burst out laughing, We all “Thanks for your frankness, Aleck. 4 I wish eome one bad been as frank four yeare ago. You've explained sever things to me. Look after your friend, Beauchamp—he’s in need jess, | of kind treatment, I fancy. Much eee to you. Goodby, Ill goin, I laughed again and turned away, leaving Aleck gasing after me as it he thought me mad. Fort the moment, perhaps I w CHAPTER Xill. Over a Grave. ROM the corner of the stone EF wall, where I had left Aleck to the line of evergreens ¢, that marked the point where my route diverged toward “Red Ce- dara” was fully 400 yards. I covered the distance rapidly, my mind in an {angry mase. Now and then I felt the jknuckles of my right hand with in- finite satisfaction. ‘When the evergreens reared stark before me { came to a halt, eelsed hy & sudden impulse, I glanced ba ‘along the wall—Aleck was” ‘the Englishman: to his feet. Neither's eyes were for me. I shouldered aside the low trees and stood in the grave- be corner, screened by ite evereresne, a slept the one ave T had come to see once more. I sought the spot, picking my’ way across forsaken memorials, my feet stumbling now and theo. over, broken tombstones hidden - the b eax! and grass. : woman ee Lables some y which she At the ‘sound ity iny footeteps she spoke without looking up. Jt was Nora Westbrook. e sald, i ha You know | whose grave it is?” course.” “Ot I read aloud the words carved on the stone where her hand rested. Katharine Willete, Born Aug. 16, 1882—died bison} 1906.’ Just four ears a; to-da: y Her ‘oyes were otill fized on the flowers, but yet she mas Sea ieee canted, i Se Seema os mind. I looked at the ve, pel oa) ne eit peas ete at ite “You think me a scoundrel?” 1 “I'm tryi Bouvier ss i re taking it for granted I ‘ow're ine 3 ‘es. eae @ome before?” lo.” don't eamnetned,” T eaté frankly. “Does it tert “A” Tittle, ice Ghe blushed fon't LI gee Bi Patan. jeu? Wi ae we win te them to-day for 1 struck back aeress the sraveyard, Hoe ot ee my way | Vpeuan sae mut ne of evergreens, and homeward. made my way toward "Red Cofara’ two things became clear in portant in ray present Det the In may present mopd—-was the Fon Kile: J ana her had fem at ™ ot Meh ye contempt four venra before, Mi tal! with Aleck Weethrook and Carlos Westbrook and Beauchamp, >! ‘te ia, mot ng The other tect that I at last stood was the reason for the Ellen's fortune had been wi her scapegrace bot! henna bad admitted casually that they in badly pinched in wen Ss ven by what seemed to proaching ay Ca hed — vantage of e my my, role t ‘edained forded by the East to—bab! to lagen yy Ay the Lg” in my Y, mp's contemptible a; effrontery—I thought satisfaction of how I ea loft tottering wretohedly between and the stone wall; Mary 1 begged her pardon: attempted recovery nating check—sbe must have beep Husband, inatignted in. bio turn us , inat the gullty aister. Theresa's effort the same shyeien in it was genuine to her mistress that bad led I came back @o poor Kitty and my own blackened name. to the force of unhappy —ciroumsta menese. 4 Cy las renee the surface, I had a) utation was hopeleasty" Ful rues » It was probably Beauchamp’e guggestions that had helped to the agal! man But, thank Heaven! I Und “ned hee Carlos Beauchamp sense! ing from the nearer se hove the ; Em bigness came upon an The carriage containing Westbrook and her aunt had etripped mea little on the route wf was ele As below me. e horses held to a walk coachman beside the oa Lag) man ate hat in hand ead ; This ‘ itaelf did not excite | nder, for Norah might have Balled bim e order to ‘make inquiry as Batt rg seek ous f~ Caroline with an Temene blue eyes were danci: eat listening as he my t her her or not Dirck saw do not kaow, but while I motioniess a few rods he bowed protrundiy’ an and” Pan eee amet and Couvedn away eudden; blush, r fanal cmchman to pull up. T quitted the seach lope and, ‘Lil “Ah very ay feat. evkieecand plained” Norah. Se eae igrant matter, * give him now, if he has "He basn't—not in t's strong, clean jeok! of Anest J wont finished I watohed the the the and the eoac! atirred me tran, that aven now Il ory—were they me, for my reinforced by my eonver. Li had. on a