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The olde (Copyright, 1916, by Lathrop, Lee& Shepard Co.) SYNOPSIS OF Viti Hiner Olymmpind bs kt Greshound from whe huge. ge carrying from New York t her poard arose his suspic, Of nautical inwerunenta it aid he learna that the lar seth of her advertised da: ments’ aro stolen, protest atthe chanced Brill is ¢ wirt exists atear ‘and that Benedict CHAPTER XI. ELL tnto the morning hours tho two men, companions: in-arms now, sat in the stateroom and talked of the curious condition of affairs they had found in their section of the ship. Finally Marsh stuck his thumbs into the apertures of his walstcoat and scowletl good-nat+ uredly at his host. “Now, after we've thrashed out talk here like a couple of phono- graphs, Overton,” he said, “what is eory of the racket out my way? Brill ventured the first thought that came to his mind. that seems plaus- fle to mo is that the men are aiding some friend to get across the ocean passage-f Marsh laughed unfeelingly. “Rest assured that there's nothing going on that Benedict doesn't know about and countenance,” he declared, “He's got a pair of ferret's eyes be- hind those queer glasses of his. Wouldn't be in such a scheme himself, for passage money wouldn't trouble him. He's free with his money, Gets it too easily to worry.’ “Well,” returned his companton, taking ‘the offensive, “what Is sour theory?” Marsh's fat face grew serious, and he pursed his lips. “bs a puzzle,” he replied, “If that Mexican with the cut in his head @idn't give it to himself, there must have been a struggle, That would rove resistance by whoever's there, et how could they have brought an wawilling person aboard without at- twwacting attention?” “Used drugs, possibly.” “It may be none of my business, but [I'd give my commission on the wales of this trip if 1 could get the Vetter of Benedict.” Brill pondered well these pregnant words jore he resumed the talk, ‘hen he spoke in # haiting and rather diffident way. Vhy are you so—well, to use a common expression, 80 down on Bene= dict?” “I don't like snakes,” answered Marsh, quietly, “especially when one of ‘em's crossing the path of a man I Want as a friend.” The ring of honesty was in the words, and Brill's heart fel: a warmth that few men had ever lighted there, But with tho splendid Anglo-Saxon reserve that keeps in the soul all the emotions that might be poured out and lost, he merely bowed his head with a smile that was vital ith meaning. Marsh ros), grasped Brill's band, und held it tightly a moment. “Pm off to bed,” be gaid. “Lost my beauty sleep already) Must get my wits in order, for I'm going to solve this conundrum before we're twenty-four hours older, May be tho simplest thing in the world, or Bene- dict may hase John D. Rockefeller held up for ransom. Whatever it ts, it'll do me no harm to find out.” Brill sought his berth and slumber, but the latter was in no humor to be wooed, With staring eyes the young man lay tossing to and fro, his mind crowded with hobgoblin® of his own creation, all revolving around Bene- dict, The fellow had threatened him, and there was precious little doubt as to what he meant. He intended to separate Lim from Marion Jenal- son for the rest of the voyage. How he was to accomplish that bighly un- desirable circumstance was not quite ae clear, The voyage should end by ‘Thursday night or Friday morning, notwithstanding the Olympiad’s long detour, What was to happen mean- He fancied his cabin was hot and etifilng, and rose and opened one of the port-holes. Thrusting his head half out, he felt a strong wind on his face, blowing squarely against it, The ship was pitching heavily, the, stars were blotted out by scurrying clouds, and there was in the half gule a qual- ity of heat that recalled an experience with a typhoon in the Indian Ocean, “Such a wind should _ but from the south,” he muttered, “Has the course | been changed again?” Once more he looked out. Over blackness of the sea can gleam of lights, tiny 1 with one star of red. and fell with long undulc sometimes disappearing alt “Must be that the othe has caught up with us thought, as he went back to his berth and finally to sleep. His first knowledge of the new day came with the fact that > 3s was stumbling about like a man with epilepsy. “What's the matter, Jay?" asked his patron, not fully awak ‘I—1 think, #11," rep Aristides, sudden lure threw him against rlike at “T think has got i on, Isn't they call it, more than yi got, any- 4 Brill, laughing, "Go ack to bed; [don't need you.” Breakfast was not a fully attended feast this morn tho firat really rough sea of t ke having num- vered its victims early, But Marsh was on hand renely smiling at rolls “y bers vnd pitehs risen mt the other tacit over, On the wa doors on the and the figure a eurlous ay oilsking and through the by tapul under his orny a out » of the deck side suddenly opened, of Prof, A cule bi @ the loved ones Rai i gf The Adventures of a New York Man and a New York Girl Aboard a Treasure Ship By Dwight Tilton er REd. Sid eenesew The Ev G eyhound sor?” The little man gave no heed to this too self-evident pleasantry. “I've been trying to read the signals - we've been making to that vessel off yonder,” he fd solemnly. The two men followed the direction of his finger through a port-hole and saw abreast of them and the matter of a mile or so away a black, tw ‘ nelled steamer of no very striking ap- pearance, “Well, what did they say” asked Marsh. “L couldn't make out. The signals were not In this book. An officer sald the captain was using a private code.” “What ts the ship” queried Brill. “I haven't found ben / one w ing knows,” returned ennythdrpe, “Would you like to take my glasse: This to Marsh who was trying to 1 provise @ telescope with his ourled hands. “Can you make her out?” demanded the professoy. Marsh shook his head. “Too low in the water for » liner, Too fast for a tramp. Might be a yacht; might but what she might be isn't very il- luminating as to what she is. How's the course, professor?” he asked sud- denly, handing the glass back to its owner, “A little south of northeast,” sald the man of science majestically, as he oultted the scene with much reeling. sh sniffed contemptuously. here's an answer to make @ dog lose his bark,” he remarked. A little south of northeast! O Lord!” Brill smiled, but the vagaries of Pennythorpe were of little interest to him. Here he was at the threshold of a new day, one of the few re- maining on shipboard. What would it bring forth for bim? He could form no definite plan of action, Marsh might have had some brilliant coup, but he could not bring himself to discuss that matter even with 80 downright and honest a friend. “Not much of a day fur promenad- ing," observed that gentleman, rath- er dubiously, “but 1 must have my constitutional as long as there's any- thing to hang on by. Will you come?” Wrapped Mm greatcoats, the two made for the boat-deck, where the wind was howling fiercely, Here they stopped to watch the flagman, who been hauling the variously col- ored and marked streamers up and down as signals for the vessel on their beam. He was just putting the flags away into a chest, which showed that the Olympiad's part of the com- municating was over, On the forward deck Capt, Humph- ries bad bis glass levelled at the dis- tant steamer, and as a long line of flags went up on her he turned to a bovk under bis arm. Then spoke to some one behind him. Another moment and the person stepped for- ward into view, “Benedict seems to have been pro- moted to first mate,” said Marsh with @ snort as they walked aft, At this particular point of indigna- tion Marsh felt the need of his hand- kerchief, and opened his coat to get it. A ferocious blast struck the sturdy fellow amidships, and al- though he did not budge, his coat went whirling up around his head in exasperating fashion, It took the laugaing Brill @ full half minute to untangle the garment, and as he was thus occupicd Capt. Humphries and Benedict walked by, their heads dowa to escape the wind. “L tell you @ boat wouldn't live two minutes in this sea, even if we could launch one,” the captain was saying. After another turn the pair of friends decided to go inside for warmth and shelter. As they passed the door of the brary they saw Benedict writing at one of the desks, Marsh shrugged his shoulders, “Don't be surprised if we have some more war news,” he said, sar- donicaily, Brill, following hie friend's example, went to his stateroom to dispose of his storm-coat, He was glad to find Stebing almost established on his sea-legs again, although he still ob- 7 jected to looking out from the port- holes, “It makes me feel how far we are from home,” he explained, which rea~ son seemed to his patron as logical as any. At Aristides’s solicitation Brill re- moved his only sult and handed it over to be freshened by tho electric iron that the steward had furnished, recognizing in Brill a man who would “do the 'andsome” at the end of the voyage, The tatloring operation had just been completed when a knock sounded at the door, and In stepped Marsh, his tace glowing with triumph, “What did I tell you about the war news?" he cried. “The latest bulletin that greaser operator has pinned up is that Great Britain has declared an nbargo, or surveillance, or something I forget the words—on all ships for Russian ports,” rill smiled tolerantly, He won- dered why Marsh fancied that Bene- dict could have any possible interest in dictating such messages as this, and said as much, Marsh merely chuckled “L suppose,” he said jovially, “Um such ‘dead nuts’ against Benedict that if tho ship should bo struck by light- ning I'd swear he did it, May I smoke tainly, That is, if I may. The stout (leman was not ob- nd he drew another of his own cket and grave- handed his host, With a ual sputtering of matches they put fire to thelr tobacco. Just saw the captain,” observed Marsh after a few luxurious whiffs, “Seoms to have thawed out. Asked 10, drop in and see him any time.” “Indeed!"* “He thinks war is on, all right— 8 quite jolly over it, If he wasn't captain of an ocean liner, Overton,” he added seriously, “I'd think Capt. Humphries had been drinking just a little too much." Having thus freed his mind, the man of comimerce pulled a pack of cards from an inside pocket, drew a chair up to the little cabin table, and n to shuffle vigorously, you'll exeuse me, Overton,” he sald “I'd like @ little soll- taire, [never think so well as when I'm monkeylng the pasteboard..” CHAPTER XI. to on of Marsh, jumbled, es irretr: ni ng WHO IS SHE > HOW NUCH CAN You LOAN ME ON THIS, HE IS A BEAUTY | AN OLD FRIEND oF 4 UKE To Meer Hen DEAR PEACH 1 BROUGHT A, FRIEND WHO Still there seemed to be some method to the stout man’s game; for often, 4s he laid picture card on another, he would pause, stare, frown and go through the motions of whistling without making @ sound, For a time the host was enter- tained by this odd fight against the fate of the cards, in which he some- how read his own contest with @ larger destiny; but after a little he wearied of the puzzle, and had de- termined to throw himsalf op his berth when Marsh suddenly leaped to his feet, letting fall at least half of his pack of cards. have it!” he cried, his eyes elistening, his lips parted in a ra- diant smile. “Lhe solitaire astonishment. queried Brill, in “Why, you've just" — Marsh made a gesture of im- patience, “No, not the cards, I said last night—or was it this morning?—that I'd solve that stateroom rebus before was twenty-four hours olde “You've done it, then?” “Planned it. Call your nd Stebbins, will you?” Aristides appeared on the double quick; he was direfully afraid he was not earning his salary, and anything that bore the least resemblance to service was literally fumped at. But what was this strange thing that the peculiar Mr, Marsh was doing? Aristides saw him lock the door between the two staterooms, take out the key and put it in his pocket. “Now, Mr, Stebbins, suppose I'd Jost this key. Could you get Into that room?" he asked gently. Stebbins saw the point, tf not tho application of It. He looked toward Brill for instructions, Much as he re- spected the substantial Mr. Marsh, it must be thoroughly understood that egianve was another's, o ahead, Jay,” said bia patron. vo if you can open it as you did the trunk.” Aristides, kneeling, squinted through the keyhole, turned’ the knob gently and pressed tho door forward and back; then, having obtained the key from Marsh, he inserted it and moved it delicately this way and that Finally he arose, with a bland look of s% faction on his chubby coun- tenance, “I think T could do it If [ bad the tools," he announced. “What do you need?" asked Marsh. Some stout wire and a vise and file ut it in shape.” “Can you get those things with money?” “Guess I don't need money,” re- turned the youth, with a certain pride in his voice. "I can borrow ‘em in the engine room.” Marsh said something in a halt whisper to Brill, who nodded em- phatically, "Go ahead, Jay,” he ordered, briskly. “Get the things together and expe: ment on this i “Is it some door? queried Stebbins. The hing the affirma- tion in his master's face, "Mightp't it be bolted too, sir?” Brill frowned at the “sir,” but said nothing as he noted the two heavy bolts, one on each side of the door, othe “Boil me, but I hadn't thought of that!" exclaimed M tragically. “What could be 4 n that case, Stebbins need, Jé stands in t tye it to ‘eum FELL in LOVE pie YouR HOTO 2 —in promises. That's about all wo can do on this particular voyage. ‘Then come back here and practise on this door till you can burglarize any- thing on the ship.” As soon as Aristides had gono away, rejoicing that he Was to be of service, Marsh proposed that they visit the bulletin board to see if anything new had been posted. The ship's public places were almost deserted, as Marsh observed gleefully, but at the foot of the grand staircase Prof. Pennythorpe gave visible evi- dence that he had not succumbed, However, he was less loquacious than usual, and his side-whiskera drooped dejectedly. ® “Rough, Professor!" grunted Marsh, “Exceedingly rough, sir,” was the reply, “but the wind has shifted, and the sea will calm down to-night.” He would be didactic in the last extrem- ives, thought Brill. Marsh glanced from one of the port- hol “Wind has shifted,” he remarked, “It's on the other quarter, Let's go out a minute, on the other side, not ioe teeth of the gale.” 16 two friends retraced their steps, and in @o doing crossed through tho passageway back of Bril! tateroom, only to run into Andrew Jennison Just coming from his cabin, His face was pale and drawn, and he tottered in his iT As the ship tilted vio- lently, he stumbled, and would have fone prone to the floor had not Brill caught him, “I'm afraid I'll never get my sea- legs,” he said, with a pitiful attempt atasmile, “I'm not well, Overton, I ~—I'm not a young man, and—and I've been under a rather heavy He seemed to hesitate a t, then continued: ould you mind coming into my room for a moment? Yes, and you too, Mr, Marsh?” To the younger man it was a blessed privilege, this passing into the Intl mate apartments of the Jennisons, with the one swift glance into the inner shrine that was #0 eloquent of 4, a woman, That happiness was brief, to be sure, for the pert Marie quickly closed the door and shut out the vision. Yet the very nearness to the sacred spot wag in {tself sufficiently intoxicating, The old man waved lis visitors to chairs and sat down heavily himaelf, He looked from one to the other for & moment, then addressed himself to Brill, “It may seem strange that I con- fide In you,” he said, “but you don’t seem Ike @ stranger. You've been very Kind, and then again you're a friend of Jethro Slade out in my ‘Was not strictly tn accordance with the facts, but Brill saw no need oft protest, “And you, Mr. Marsh," continued Jennison, "It know by ‘repute, and your judgment and experience are sufficient excuse for my seeking them, I hope." commercial agent bowed. ‘ou know, of course, of the pres- 6 on board of a large shipment of gold, You do not know, however, that tn addition to the twenty mill: ion’ in the specie-room there are thirty millions among tho cargo." Marsh's eyebrows arched them: selves over his blue eyes, but he sald nothing, Nor did Brill, although he wondered, in half-amused fashion, yhat this nervous gentleman would tid he ment « knowledge 1 hold was iuerad nnison was 1 finished “This gold la shipped by w syndie TWENTY Five DOLLARS A DoZEN JACK THIS GIRL Nust World Daily Magazine; Thursday, Pebrtiaty 24) 1916 You Are WELCONE JACK, 1AM NOT CRAZY ABOuT HER STYLE OF BEAUTY GIVE NE Two DOZEN , 1AM NO PIKER - SHE IS WokRTH IT BE A RAVING BEAUTY. cate,” he declared with quavering earnestness, “of which I am one, to control a Russian bond issue. For certain reasons it was desirable that the transaction be kept secret until completed. Secrecy seems ‘useless now, however. AS be stopped for a moment, sigh- ing heavily, a rat-tat sounded on the door of the inner room. It was Marie come to inquire if “Monsieur Jenni- son” would have his coffee, just brought by the steward. He waved the girl away impatiently and con- tinued with bis story. “I bave been informed by Capt. Humpbries that instructions have come by wireless from the manager of the steamship line that if signalled by a Russian vessel and given proper credentials, he must transfer the gold to that ship.” The eyes of the two guestse met in one keen, inquiring glance. “It appears,” Jennison went on more slowly, “that the Russian au- thorities fear for the safety of the old, a@ its destination has become nown, The Russian boat has ap- peared, gentlemen, and the captain says ho shall make the transfer as soon as the sea has moderated, The question is, What am I to do?” Ho looked from man to man as it in feebly pathetic quest for advico, Marsh was tho first to respond, “What can you do? What power have you over the gold?” “That's just it—what power have I? None practically; the captain is master, and his orders from the com- pany take precedence of those of any one else,” Brill said nothing; he had no sug gestion to make, It seemed to him that this man, nerveless ax he was, knew all there was to learn about tho various phases of tho situation, Why, then, should he call upon either sh or himself for help? Jennison’a xt words were @ partial explana~ tion, u may think me fanciful, gen- nen,” he said, lowering his voloe, “put I have a presentiment that If the gold leaves this ship our syndicate will be rutne ‘Who owns the gold?” asked Br’ B sul the syndicate’s or does ng to Russia?" Jntil the bonds are transferred !t onge to the syndicate,” was the re- o Then the order for reshipment must have come from the syndicate in America?” The old man inelined his head, “You are known to be on the Olym- piad?"” queried Marsh, “L think not. I tried to conceal that I was going, thinking it would make talk, Besides, I didn't decide to come till the day before the ateam- or sailed,” An idea 90 obvious that he was sur- prised he had not thought of tt at once occurred to Brill Why don't you communteate with your friends by wireless?” he sald, putting the thought Into words, “That's what Benedict suggested.” Benedict again! The mere mention of the man's name in this connection robbed this consultation of whatever honor Brill had attached to ft, Yet the thing was natural enough, ho reflected, Why should not the Mext- can be consulted on @ matter tn which he was himself Interested? “Twas going to the telegraph office, ald Jennison Marsh "Yes, my partner and I have @ pri- vate cipher. It would be best to use it, wouldn't it?" “Just as well, anyway,” replied the stout traveller, dryly, “With fifty million at stake, it’s not wise to let too many sit in the game.” “Let's see, what was the dato?” mumbled Jennison, half to himself. His brows knotted for a moment, then he reached for a gold coln dangling at his watch-chain and looked at it with dull scrutin: “Oh, yes,” he resumed, “the date I went to the Civil War. [ got this coin after 1 was mustered out.” The three walked to the office of the wireless, and, finding no new bulletin, Brill and Maresh loft Mr. Jennison there, laboriously writing out his message. “That was @ clever idea about the cipher,” observed Brill, as they made for his stateroom. “There will be no doubt about the reply if it in in code.” “Always use one with my house, Jennison's is evidently the sume kind an je recurring firut aed upon a date, you know.” Brit didn't know, and Marsh began an enthusiastic disquisition on the ancient art of cryptograms, of which he seemed to have made @ profound otudy, At another time the younger man would have been entertained, but his mind was unalterably fixed n something else. I'm probably a fool, Marsh,” ho said at length, “but the notion came into my head while Mr. Jennison was talking that there something mighty queer about this achame to transfer the gold in midocean." “I agree with you, Overto the quick reply, “but the answer to the cipher despatch should settle the matter—If one comes.” Brill turned sharply, recognizing a new tone in the stout man's voice. “Don't, you expect there'll be one?” he_ asked, The other smiled with his old enig- matic suavity. “Well, if there ta one to the effect that the transfer ts O. K., it will ease Jennison'a mind. If knowledge of such a plan ta denied, the ateamship company will be responsible tf Jen- nison’s protest 1s unheeded. In fact, T don't see but the company will be reaponaible anyway. CHAPTER XIII. RISTIDES STERBIN revelling in his new-found avocation as pick-lock when Marah and Brill re returned to the latter's stateroom. He had affixed a little vise to his wash-stand, and the cheer- ful shrieking of his file was mingled with snatches of an up-country tune he was winging, Altogether he was extremely happy, “# Brill pointed out to his friend with a smile “Well, Jay, how goes !t? he asked. “Gittin’ along,” ceasing from his labors for a moment and showing a radiant and contented moon of a face, “One more little kink ter twist an’ I can open this here door easy as Jack Robinson." That was rather a high compliment to himself, for Jack Robinson was not nere gure of speech, 8 the others was ; but the name of the ox- lar who had sojourned on the bins farm and t Arist! yenin, between ne hund- soup and th, apanvelope, Hrill’s. in te replied the youth, | O08 her—— (Author of “The Gg This will be : Next Week's Complete Novel in The Evening World § “BEYOND THE FRONTIER” is a story of Colonial days, when men in this country of ours lived and fought and loved in ® primitive fashion. BDWODHDHO writing on which nearly caused the young man to cry out In al light. Inside was a brief note asking “Dear Mr, Overton’—he rolled that trio of words over and over in his mind for a full minute—if he would be so kind as to come to the Jennison staterooms after luncheon to see the father on a matter of much Interest to him.* The request was not hers, but the note was! After a very brief season of amoke with Marah, Brill excused himself and hastened to keep his appointment. His knock was answered by Ma fon Jennison herself, who put h fingor to hor lip as she beckoned him ox n, “Father is asleep,” sho explained softly. “1 don't wish to wake him sooner than necessary. Ho took the liberty of sending to ask your help in reading a cipher telegram he expects shortly. I don't know what about— some bothersome busines: Ho nodded sympathetically, under- standing at once that Jennison had not made his daughter a partner of his fears, “It seems he sent a cipher message this morning,” continued she, “and had an awful time writing it. TI of- fered to help him, but he said it was a man’s work, and that you under stood cipher writing perfectly.” Unhappy Brill! He saw that he had sailed into this delightful harbor under false col The skill and cleverness of his stout companion of the voyage had all been attributed to him by the fickle memory of Andrew Jennison. He bitterly regretted his inattention at the time Marsh was expounding this special branch of the cryptographic art; he could not even remember what style of cipher Mr, Jennison used, except that it had something to do with the date on a his lack of knowl- for Andrew But not yet w edge unmasked, Jennison still slept. ‘Their talk verged to other things. Marie, the maid, was invisible, and they two were alono in the parlor of the little suite of de luxe cabins, The close embrace of the tiny apartinent, the femininity so frankly set forth by the lovely girl, all moved on Brili's soul with a specie of intoxication, He was like a bee, drunk with the aweet- of honey. Y he recalled afterward, he spoke Hike @ very sane and sober tn- dividual on many subjects that arose, He even told this Western girl of the glories of New York life, without identifying himself as a part of tt. Once, by a queer trick of fancy, he found himnelf wondering if Jay would have passed the ordeal so creditably. last he found, i At as once before, that th chat to the subject of money. Brill gave mental utter- ance to malediction upon the golden magnet that drew their spoken words to itself, yet he saw how inevitable it was. The very ship that bore them was the Golden Greyhound, and the sole reason for his presence in the room was the fevered anxtety of an old man as to a great store of the mischievous metal, “He's fat the dearest 8," sald Mario and best of as if in answer to his thought, “The financial ‘inter- ests that demand so much of bis Ufe always leave room for me, It ls only to himself they are unkind.” ‘The dark eyes glistened with some- thing very like tears as the girl spoke, and Brill would have cheer- fully yielded the half of his fortune for the right to dry them as a man could, “I’ve often wished,” she went on with firmer intonation, at he were 4 salaried worker or that there was uch thing as money in the world,” There isn't, there isn’t!” he longed to cry out. “There's only love. For us two gold shall not exist to fret and vex our hearts.” Instead, he told the girl what he could of the use and need of money, It was not much, nor very iiluminat- ing; to him, money had scarcely been concrete thing. It had meant a bal- ance at the banker's upon which one had only to draw bits of paper prop- erly signed; coupons requiring only to be torn off from crackling bonds at stated Intervals to insure prosperity; rentals, gathered le, mysterious way by . yt But his brief experience on this Golden Greyhound had done more to awaken him to a realizing sense of the tel property of hard cash than had his previous Ife, and thus he considered — hunself ‘fairly well equipped to speak on the advantages of having enough for ordinary wants He must have felt his aubject, for he found t had drawn quite close to his ty tence, leaning for- » tiny di hy n on which ward toward t r nous eyes fixed lowe he ventured upon the » of woalth and love—in com- Knowing that he himself he argued that much money not be a ba to the heart's appiness. Something that he said pleased the girl, and she raised her arm with a swift gesture of approval, As at the concert, her sle » fell back, and there on her wrist gleamed the ruby bracelet, The siwht of this hated object chilled th ardor, and an eloquent now contally young n's eriod died on his lips, Hi re at the bauble, 1 with which he had reasoned that Benedict had sold tt to Marion's father now appeared the height of fatuity No; there was but one thing possible, It seemed aa if tho girl's quick comprehension noted the look, and & new aceess of color tinted her se6 you have noticed my dear woelet,” she sad, with an odd lite This wa . nme » superb Christmas nt on, to his still deeper If a girl were lost in the wilderness, with two men who loved Sie would find herself in the strange predicament of the herpine of Beyond the Frontier By Randall Parrish Don’t miss the first instalment on Monday, Feb. 28. POOOGOOODONAGAG) Red Mist,” &¢.) woo. “I told you I had the best cf fathers. “Anal” he thought triumphantly, } “I waa right, Benedict did sell it.” “Just think of remembering me in the confusion of our departure,” sbe continued, “Father drove to @ jew- eller's Just before we sailed. It seems funny, but I didn't know there, It snowed that da; you recollect.” Yes, it had snowed that day. But on this day, in this cabin, surrounded and possessed by the sweet ininity the woman he loved with all bis strength, there camo to Brill one splendid flash of conviction, briet as the lightning, yet enough to ilumine every dark place, The glow of happiness was almost overpowering; to hide his confusion . he made pretense of wishing to ex- amine the bracelet. The girl extended her hand simply, yet with @ shyness that hinted of surrender, , With Marion Jennison’s fingers resting on his own, bracelets were contemptible trivialities; yet he must : at least look at the trinket, As he did 80, he reait how much he might ~ have been spared had he been .. purblind with jealousy, The band was by no means @ coun- terpart of the one he had pledged with Benedict, It was smailer, and at either side of the clasp were two ) stones set one above the other, Ho remembered having seen this very \ bracelet at the jewellers on that e-forgotten day, and he have bought it but for doubt that it could be shut over Julia Car- ' 8's chubby wrist. is very bewutiful,” he mur- He knew that convention de- manded that he release this hand that still lingered in his; but he held it | fast, because he was about to teil its lovely owner that he wanted it / forever, Fate willed otherwise, | The outer door opened and Bene-_ ct stood at the threshold, His taco was impassive as always but Brill knew that the acene had been photo- graphed on his brat ’ “t beg your pardon,”said the Mext- can, blandly, “If knocked and recely- ing no reply, supposed you were in the inner room. T have the despatch your father was anxious about, I ApPened to call at the office just as Miguel finished receiving it." Miss Jennison rose and took the sealed envelope he handed her, “Thank you,” she sald. “t will carry It to father at once.” She opened the door of the connecting room carefully and olosed it gently behind her, Renedict’s sauvity dropped from him tn an instant. "A very charming pleture, Mr.-~ Mr. whatever your name may he,” he eared “I seo you are poacher as well as”. ee . we The door reopened, and the words ceased instantly, “Father begs that you will come to him immediately”"—— began the girl, and Renedict took @ step forwant. “Mr, Overton," she continued. The Mexican turned to the young woman and bowed almost impercept- {bly as BriN passed to the inner cabin. CHAPTER XIV. HALF-HOUR elapsed before Brill came from Andrew Jennison's room into the parlor of the little eufte, and found it empty. As one in a dream he went slowly to the door of Marion's own apartment. He raised his hand to knock, when some- thing within him seemed to forbid, and he turned on hia heel and rapidly made his way to the smoking-room. Marsh was there, as he had ex- pected, curiosity writ on bis expres- sive face, Together they went to Brille stateroom, preferring the safety of four walls not too widely separated, Stebbins was absent, al- though the profusion of wire end tools strewn about gave evidence of his very recent labors. With swift sentences Brill told hie friend of the events of the past hour, omitting nothing that bore on the on that filled the stout traveller's mind. The latter's eyes never left the young man's face until the narrative was ended, Then he put his head on one side like some corpulent and spec- ulative bird, "You say you're suspicldus—why ? usked, finally, “The cipher my sage Was correctly written, and—Just read it again, will you?” “You know this cipher? ventured Brill, taking out the original draft of n of the message or d spent so much time for Marsh, « t fumbling at his wateh-charm? know anything about ciphers—and | ut have a faint suspicion tanec I do-- that means that you place ‘1862° constant succession over the letters your message, and write st, counting forward whatever number ears above, A cinch, my boy! sed that for love letters in school, You're right,” replied Brill, “Wel ‘s the message again: “Transfer Russian vessel imperative, We cabled London tnstructions. failed to reach you, B satisfactorily arranged. with shipment, On hearing done so, will cable St. Pe turn bonds over to you at port Government — vessel Thomas J. Dorr, “Quick work, wasn't !t? snay Marsh. “Dated via England, oo say? Wireless and cable knock’ spots out of New York messenger service, Who's Thomas J. Dorr? Jennison’s partner and lifelong 1. He thought it queer he 1 his name that way.” What way? Isn't tt his name? Yes; but his wires to his rtiner usually signed simply From — whatever makes, frie Mr, Jennison says.” (To Re Continued.)