The evening world. Newspaper, March 10, 1916, Page 19

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QTHOPSIS OF PRECHDING CHAPTERS, Adttem, 42 sanistint district attorney, comes to where De, Ronald MoAllater, profensor af thie young aenistant, Phelps (rho are discuging the mena with waiter of the “Meredith.” Dr, Martin's H peculiar case, the profemor, who regia them of his boyhood dave, spent in Dolly Franklin, the iy one of hie man be- & Maon girl, Tue pationt woman; abe mumbles @ found, which MeAllater tells Maort death chant, Next day Phelps go to Oak Ridge, where nry Morgan, hee been found in his hose, surangied with « has @ loop at either end. feo Will Harvey, « foppish young man fiten the detectives cause to believe that eometing about the munier; and the arranges with Ashton to make some payen> experiments tiem with him, The inven: erend the nigut in the room where Ledy was found, and wwuearth a lot of ma; re to @ gigantic wale, A woman enters the oem, finds it cocupted, and flees, ‘Together with 1, & detective, Phelps follows in vaio pur- and finde @ ¢reen cloak she has dropped, doctor and Phelye return to the city, end that the Maori girl has escaped from the Harvey is examined, and the doctor him {nnocent of the murder, but leams of acquaintance with « girl named Jane Perk! . ¢ housemaid by that name, ."* elaime the cloak, With the doctor inducers the girl to to some experiments, During the test, some relerence to « big manila he was eupposed to have Ridge © map which be had room where Morgan was murdered, baa taken the girl away, tho doctor to Ashton’s satisfaction that [erkine te Maort girl, in @ dual conaciousnoms: fs sue who, at Wilkins's instigation, Lidge, in @ bypaotic trance, and g F 3 @ Hi ait | E a iitay H " ? it ove rm of iil i i past iF & rat i : welope ia miming from tho table, tates it, le goa in CHAPTER VII. (Oontinaed.) What Mallory Saw. T was not easy for any of us to grasp and fully realize that idea. We of this oen- tury have become so com- pletely accustomed td com muntcating instantaneously with any part of the world that this tmpossi- bility, which our grandfathers never dreamed of questioning, seemed to us incredible. “There are two courses of action open to us,” said the doctor, pres: ently. “One {s, to go home and go to bed. The other is, to get hold of an automobile and try to get out to Oak Ridgo to-night. Our getting there at all is problematical with the roads in their present condition.” Ashton whirled round and spoke to Mallory, “Go and tolephone to the nearest garage for an automobile: quick!” he said, Then, addressing ua, he went on: “There ts no neces- aity for your going, Doctor McAlister, or Mr. Phelps, oither, But Mallory and I can’t afford to waste a minute.” “You've wasted one already,” sald whe doctor, “telling Mallory to go into that telephone boot Ashton, heartily cursing own stupidity, darted off after his mes- r. “I think I'll go along with them,” @aid I to the doctor, “Just on the ehance of my being of some service." his He laughed. “Are you thinking you'll leave me behind? (Como, Phelps, you know me better than that. No, wo'll all go.” His gesture (ncluded U trange, si- lent, expectant figure that had been etanding at his elbow all the time, “Do you moun take her?" questioned. “Sho brought us #0 far, She's given us, up to this point, every material feot that has made It possible for us to establish Haines's Identity and get on his trail.” It just happened then that my eyes were on the girl. I saw her shiver, saw a look of Iiuman intelligence and perplexity appear for the first time tn that atrange faco of hers. a nod, to direct my chief's attenti to her, but before he could get my meaning Ashto' urrying back, “There's a garage onl threo blocks away,” he sald. ought to be bac! few minute Then he doctor, “I said hi how & help you've give tience with my “No doctor, interrupting ing to be rid of us all going with you.” “Good!” sald Ashton I you would, though T felt I any right to ask It of you." For a mone waited in s then, makin with his clen’ claimed “I wish we were off! Every minute We waste seems bly with possibilities, I can't help feeling that if Wilkins e T I tried, with came | two o ‘and M 4 VOry ar in inenlightenment, now," sald the You're not go- We're Vvaledictorie easily hoped hadn't nee; sture of npati * r Ashton ex- ied hands, reaches Oak Kidge before wo do, which he is almost certain to do, there will by another murder, and @ double one, over there in the Mor- wan house to-nigh T had, taou nd [ could see by hos face that doctor nad, But he spoko quietly, and his words were encouraging *E don't think hi @tven to it, Ki, unleos he's For one thing, he'd A Detective Romance With a Startling New It ts discovered that * i * ’ , The Evening ‘Twist” rather do @ neat job than @ clumsy one any day. I don’t think he meant that Morgan should be murdered in firet place.” ‘He's a desperate man,” eatd Ash- ton. “He won't stop for fine distinc- tions.” “He hasn't acted very desperate #0 far,” the doctor retorted, “and his ca- pacity for fine distinotions ts his very most marked characteristic, He has seized every advantage that told in his favor and made the most of it.” “Coma,” cried Ashton. “There's the motor. Let's lose no time.” My memory of the next two hours Is one of relleved discomfort and con- stantly increasing apprehension. We bumped along rutty, fll-paved streots, which were, after all, more practicable than the unsoratched glare of asphalt. Wo skidded across street car tracks and had a dozen of what in normal times we should have called narrow escapes, in thé first dozen minutes. Aftor that, we stopped counting. By rare good luck our chauffeur waa of exactly the right temper for his job. He was audacious to the point of reck- lesness, and yet skillful enough to avoid each time by the morest hair's breadth, the disaster, to the edge of which his daring had led him. With all his skill he must have been in real danger a great many times, but I don’t think any of us thought of It. The excitement of the chase was mounting in our veina We kept an eye on our watches and an- other out of the windows of the Itmou- sine for possible landmarks which might reveal the rato of our progress. “He must be there by this time,” said Ashton at last with @ shudder, “I wish I knew that Green and Ben- son were still alive.” “I tell you he won't kill,” eald the doctor, “not tf he can help it. He'll do it If they succeed tn forcing bis hand; that I admit. But his own cleverness ts the greatest safeguard those two men could have—his cleverness and their stupidity. “I wish I shared your confidence,” eaid Ashton, “Think a minute what the situation sald the doctor. “Suppose we had him now, eafely, in our hands. Wo know what he |s, We know that he fa morally responsible for the murder of Henry Morgan. But sup- pose you were not the district at- torney. Suppose that Haines came to you and retained you tn his de- fen Wouldn't you tell him that, with the criminal law tn its present state and the methods of prosecuting criminals what they ere to-day, you would bave an excellent chance of ridding any ca: that we could make? Wouldn't you tell him that, never in the world, could he be con- this time of night. We just overtook four men going our way, and hero @re two moro,” Pat upon his words, as if he had been answering them, the chauffeur spoke to us through the Uttle speak- ing tube which connected the chauf- feur’a eeat with the interior of the victed of murder in the first degree lMmousine: by any court or any jury?” “There's @ house on fire, up ahead “Yes,” sald Ashton ruefully, “I sup- there.” We ail looked, and {nstantly saw a sudden jurid Mght, which was piling up the sky; saw it merced the next pose that's true. ou may be eure,” the doctor con- ued, “that Wilkins realizes that. And realizing !t, you may be certain, Moment by angry orange-colored also, that he will not commit an In- flames. : dubitablo first degree murder, if he “He's set fire to tho house!” the octor eried; and added, into the speaking tube, “Put on all the speed you can! We'vo no time to waste!” The chauffour obeyed, and within two minutes we were at the scene of tho fire, our car sliding along, with locked wheels, into a position just be- hind the Itttle chemical engine which can help it “Murder”. ‘The word made us all start. Itwes uttered, hardly above a whisper, by the wild, half-human creature, through whose instrumentality we had been able to get on the true mur- derer's trail, And yet, in some subtle way, she had spoken in a new voice; not the soft-throated guttural speech of the Maort girl, nor yet in Jane Perkins’s New Zealand modification of cockney, And witen we looked at her, even in Dollars and Cents. By H. J. Barrett. ES, there's as much imitation in advertising as there ts in the dimly Nghted interior of the Sontemporencous American limousine, her appearance was ait-|"°Ve!l writing,” remarked @ well- ferent, too, ‘The difference wai known advertising man recently. “And while it pays well, I understand, in the latter case, it invariably falls in the former, “Look at that,” and he handed the mubtle as it was unmistakable, What we w was another—radically new personality, Speaking now, in all do- Wberation, Lean think of no better 40-| writer a two-page ad, froma mic weription of it than the one which! sine” venneres oo raw a came bo tive ocurred to me at that moment. Iti ever seen, rsten!” and he read aloud was as if the partition walls which! coupie of paragrapha had separated the personality of the “The Blank typewriter ts @ faithful stupidly respectable chambermatd| machine—a machine to depend upon. from that of the untamed savage of It never staya out late at nighta, nover the Kouth Seas wore breaking down; | yoos on a ‘toot, never goss into the as if these two widely-sundered per-j ditch, never deserta you in an emer- ng were merging into one. Neither gency, © 2 © Jane Perkins nor Fanenna could have) “Anyway you fix !t, speed, accu- uttered the word “murder” in just racy, simplicity, beautiful work—-will that accent of half-apprehended hor-| never go out of atyle in typewriting. ror. And these things get in a Blank typewriter. * * “Some day I will write a book about the Blank, but in the meantime let Blank, New York, tell you about it.” “The late Elbert “Hubbard, of course, to the life,” continued the scribe. “Tho same short, choppy #en- 5 Wo were nearing our journey‘s end, Our road lay alongside the railroad line, and already we could see the one light in the Oak Ridge atation win- dow, There was no time to gamble, with the now problem now. My chtef,| tence and paragraphs: | the samme hid a *| eany, alo slangy atylo; as I expected, proved instantly ade-| ootinguial to the last degroe quate to the emergency. He turned to her and sald something—I do not know what--in the Maori tongue— said it sharply, authoritatively, con- dently, The girl turned and gazed into his face, and shivered. Then her tightened muscles relaxed, her eye- “When a man is in dead earnest, when he means exactly what he says, when he's anxious to convince you of the truth of his settled convictions, he doesn’t try to imitate some other fellow's manner of speech. He's too absorbed in his subject. If he does imitate some one else, you figure that he's insincere. His talk doesn't con- lida fluttered and closed, and ene} vince. ' repaint arene! “And that's how {t will work in sank Pack In her corner of the 8% | nis case. ‘The readers of this ad. will asleep. never helleve that if the adman had Ashton and Mallory were ri@ing|tried this machine, had become « backwards, and now the attorney was] thused formar ‘ sual wr out genuinel ie ituin, gazing curiously out of the window, | fig honest conclumiona, he would, a “This is @ queer town,” he aaid,| describing it, have bothered to tmi- ‘T'e 4 o'clock in the morning, and| tate another man’s styl you wouldn't expect to eee peopie| Tre test of an ad. stirring, even on the comin atreeh of GS success te not number of readers !t gatns, but umber of immediate or potential Plus—are what you | atforied the town of Oak Ridge whet fire protection it had. The cold air of the winter night was already resonant with the shouts of the firemen and the excited excla- mations of the crowd of half-dressed citizens who had gathered to render what assistance they could, and to enjoy the spectacle at the same time. ‘Then he turned and spoke to us in- side the car. “I've an idea that wi better not drive right up to the house, There's no need of giving any more warning than necessary of the fact that we're coming—Look out ahead here, Phelps. Isn't that white gate half way down the next block the gate to the Morgan yard?" Mallory had already ewung the I peered out over hia shoulder. door open and was half way out of “Yes, I couldn't mistake that,” the car, when an exclamation from sald I. the doctor stopped him. “Good,” eatd the doctor—stop “Hold on!" he cried. “This tan't here.” the house. The Morgan house ts two blocks further on down the street— drive on!" he shouted to the chauf- four. “We mustn't waste a minute!” Mallory sprang back- to his seat, and once more the car lurched for- wand. The doctor held the door with one hand and leaned far out, scan- ning the road ahead with eager eyes “Drive glow,” he cautioned the chauffeur, “And kill your engine,” Ashton ad- monished the chauffeur. ‘Don't let i race.” The man obeyed, and the car stopped without the nolsy roar which ensues when the clutch is thrown out and the engine permitted to run wild, We four men clambered out of the car, the girl @till fast asleep, st!!! leaning back egainet the cushions In the corner, undisturbed by the con- Foolish Habits — By Andre Dupont —— Ouprright, 1916, ty The Press Pubiishing Co. (The New York Brentng World). Not Knowing When to Let Him Alone, * there are times and seasons for, with nations and coinplaints reorimi: everything, as the Bible eays,| Ut! he te obliged in self-defense to | ‘on | Persist or else consider hiinselt there are certainly times when|Pornia on ee consider ee we all want nothing #o much as to be! him alone. let alone. Very few people (especially 1 do not of course counsel any wom- women) seem to realige this, When) An ely ” Oe Coy My : ment, even js due to nothin, & man comes home at night, tired) iy, inan inattention, But it will do from @ long day and perhaps worrled|n5 harm to have her remember that about his business, even sympathetic in ali Luman possibility ale has cer- questions are like so many pin pricks |‘#/n failings herself that may posalbly in bis mental weariness, ‘Let silence be nearly 88 disagreeable to her hus- band. This thought will tend tu a cer- like & poultice come to heal the wounds of sound.” Give him @ chance tain humility of mind that will make her more tactful, ‘Therefore will 2» el nM -|¢ ome the right moment, when no one hota und wnee Tne peace And aulet-|fa'byand when he ts in a particularly froshed he will be quite | different | 00d natured mood, to tell him kindly person and twice as pleasant to Live with, how much annoyance these litte ways of his cause her, If she goes hey Most men are really very enay to| the matter in the right way and he Is manage If only one Kiowa just when |® Kod hearted man, he will for her to let them alone. The tactful pare sn) “ke try to remember. does not attach much importance to moods, knowing that they are usually he forgets once in a whil ference does it make in the long run? the result of outside worries, if not of indigestion, Lf the moody per ‘The sensible woman does not attach too much importance to trifies for let alone while the fit is on, sho knowe that if she lete her hus: » a4 rapid aa when rodded into flame by qu jband alone in the little things her | wishes will have all the more weight tions or criticisms, Many @ man’s wi when It comes to the big, !mpurtant finde his peculiarities very irritating, [things of fe Sometimes it seems as if he did these things on purpose to annoy her, but The Tax Campaign, this ts seldoin the oase. He pute his sy PP hat down on the parior table, he for- 11h efforte of The New York gets to wipe his feet, he amrinkles the Evening World in the direc- rug with cigar ashes, or forgets where Uon of equalising taxation he keeps jus best necktie—because he Pegi 4 not thinking of what he is doing « the State so thas real sotate in all. the City of New York shall not be temper is in | That's the reason he does such | things, not hecaure he really wants to/ forced to shoulder an unjust and sAnoy anybody, See et burden are beginning to trian enh Ry, fe. sure rar bear fruit, Hills are ready for legis: think) by overlastingly keeping at > anh which were fo =m Abe lated long Lines suggested and advo customere, Lmitative oopy doesn't | cated by The Evening World, and they make customers. Furthermore, there fe always something flat and stale about danitation.” are expected to open the door to a indescribably | great deal of taxation legislation of the offect af an) @ raformative and constructive na- \gure-—The Fourth Bata And even tf| 4nd apolog: what dif-|I am pure he recetved the letter, but World Daily Magazine, Friday, March 10, 1916 ey I again. Every one does est adventure story of its k story is |to the house and done his work and jalready got away, and we're too late for him, ag I fancy we are, thon we'll have to use the girl again to track him, There's no other way.” “Then the thing to do," said the doctor, “in to make @ reconnalssance, If he’s already been here and se the house for what he want fone away, that fact will be easily ap- parent, and, as you say, It's the first thing to find out. Como, We've wasted time enough. The girl will be perfect- ly safe here.” “Hold on,” gata Ashton. “Why should we all go? We might defeat our purpose that way. Send Mallory. Ho's worth all the rest of ua put to- gether at fences and locks, and that sort of thing. He can find out tn five minutes whether that house has been entered or not, and he won't attract one-twentieth part of the attention that four of ue will” The doctor nodded. Without waiting for any further bidding, Mallory rushed off tn the up the street toward the white gate, The rest of ns atood jist where we were, on the sidewalk, twenty paces or #o from the automo- bile, where our whispered conversa- tion would not be audible to the chauffeur, We had seen no reason for taking him tnto our confidence, al- though {t was obvious that he would have patd very little attention had we done #0, Hin whole interest was cen- tread in the condition of his car, and tn the timo he had made driving out to Oak Ridge under mich violently ad- verse conditions, Woe had nothing to do but wait for Mallory’s return, and under auch cir- cumstances time, as a rule, drags heavily, But long before we expect- ed his return, almost, it seemed, be- fore he could have reached the house, wo heam, coming toward ua, the foot- steps of a man running. Tho three of us shrank back Into the shadows, tensely alert for what- evor this unexpected development might mean. But as the approaching figure emerged into the zone of light cut by the great gos lamps of our automobile, we saw that it was Mal- lory himself, Mallory hurrying to- ward ‘is in an agony of haste, beck- oning frantically, his eyas blazing fustom of our dismounting from the car, “What shall we do with her?” I inquired, “I suppose she's safe enough where eho js, She'll hardly wake up until you tell her to, will aher" with excitement. “No. The meep ts hypnotic,” sald Wo sprang forward to meet him. the doctor. “She'll be safe enough “He's there!” he gasped, “Wilhina, himself! He's up tn the study!" Instantly we set out, acoompanytng him back toward the white gate. “How do you know It's he?” Ash- ton asked in a whisper, as we hurrie! along. How do you know It lan’t Green or Benson?” There's a ght in the study,” panted Mallory, “and the blinds are down; but I saw bis shadow om the blind.” here so far as that goes, The only question is\whether we shall need her —vr, rather, that abnormal ecent of here—t¢ put us again on the track of the man we want. I don't want to do it unless it's necessary, espectally after that partial awakening sho ex~ pertenced just now. I've tried enough experiments on the human eoul dur- ing the last twenty-four hours to last & @00d while, as it ts” t all comes down to this," anid Ashton, “If Wilkins is in the house, we ehan't want the girl, She'd be in the way, for if he's odrnered he'll make @ stiff fight. But if he's been CHAPTER VIII. The Lure. HAD supposed that after the horrifying adventures with which this week had pro- vided me, I was case har- dened by this tlme against any fur- T 1s almost impossible to give a|ther sensation of nameless, in- | girl positive instructions about the definable dread, But the detective's man abe should marry, It is| words convinced me of my mistake, equally dimcult to tell @ young man|I knew now why he waa #o breath- what type of girl he should select as lens, although ho had run less than & mate. The wife or the husband/a short block. J underatood, too, the who makes some man or woman per-|!ook I bad eoen in his eyes when the fectly happy would make others por |headiixhta on the automobile had fectly miserable, The same traite and shone on them. I felt my own heart characteristica which charm in one) beating at suffocating speed; instance may repel in another, But|yes, literally felt—my hair there is one thing which can be said) on end to every young pereon who le thiuk- ‘The feeling ing of marriage, It te this: Choose the actual Ro one whom you do not believe you woul’, no Advice to Lovers. By Betty Vincent. felt rising had nothing to do with nysical danger which , attend the capture 4 love deeply and irrevocabiy, Mven of @ relentlr remorseless villain. 90, you may be mistaken, you may If the man was In that third floor not “live buppy ever after.” But you room, he would never get away are not starting out with the delib-) ii ue a fight, but It would be grate handicap sssumed by thove who) vent certain to have serious conse- aii quences for the attuoking party, A Lovers’ Quarrel. “lL, M." writes: “My flance end I hed « quarrel, Afterward I wrote , for I really love bim. That consideration, however, far from being the cause of my terror, was actually the antidote for it, The thought that there was golug to be a fight and that J should have @ chance he bas not answered it nor asked for my ring, How can I find out if he to take my part in it was precisely len th Meld Gh On T gentave "| what enabled me to get myself to I think you must wait, aince you'gether, steady my quivering nerves have done your part toward @ reoon- and tighten my Krasp Upon the stout sittation. loak oudgel which was the only - “P, B. writes: “I am @ gir of eigh- weapon I had. The doctor was armed teen, with few malo acquaintances, [/as I was, but Ashton and Mallory think it proper for my elder brother |po+ pad revolvers to take me to social gatherings, par- | As ‘draw neaser ticularly a# he ts not paying attention | we the gate our \to any one. But he objects, Is he|pace slackeve? cautiously, Ashton right or am I?" was @ Iittle in advance of the rest 1 think you are not asking anything | o¢ us and was tho / oF around ireasonable, and that he seems ; pays peone k the mass of enr which Jrather inclined to be selfish. —-_-_ ecreenod the hous view of | M." writes: “There ts a young!tho stre x point man who has asked me three Umes| were the gut . i - to marry tim, and T have rétused be o. loause | do not love hi The la jeaw . 1 hea Jtime ne proposed he told ime that if L| him cat rea Gid not say yes ho would kill bimwelt, e" he w ve What shall I do?’ aia Do not marry any man « The next moment I eaw {t too—the whom @o not love—do not be intimidated thing. Mihonatte the Ditnd of @ ferme into doing such « you've read it you'll certainly want to read ft If you haven't read it you have missed the very great- ind in all fiction. So it will be the best sort of treat for everybody. The Treasure Island By Robert Louis Stevenson NEXT WEEK'S COMPLETE IN THE EVENI NOVEL WORLD. G in cap and ulster, bending studiously forward over tho desk, In the chair in which Henry Morgan had sat when he mot hie death. And tn spite of my Preparation for the thing I had known I was to seo I felt at the alight of ite kind of rippling thrill run through me from neck to heel. Somehow that grim silhouette was like a sintster vartatior on some familiar tragic thema, “You,” I heard my chief say im « Piercing whisper; “yea, we've got him —unless, unless, in some way, he's counted on making us think we had him—when we hadn't.” “Why do you think that?’ Aghten @emanded under his breath. “It's1t's @ little too obvious,” said the dootor in uneasy hesitation, “Why should he court discovery in that way? Why should he be sitting there with his shadow on the blind, when ho knows that half the town has been roused by this fire?” Ashton started forward impatient ty. “This te no time for theories,” he muttered. But the doctor laid a detaining hand upon his arm. “No,” he said; “that's @ valid question. If there's no trick about it, the man can't get away. If there ts @ trick, it's success will de pend upon our doing the very thing that you propose to do—rushing ahead without stopping to think." “Listen @ minute,” said Ashton, sti in @ whisper, but speaking with Meroe impationce. “Ho must have set fire to that other house himself. He cannot have thought of @ better scheme for drawing my men off the job. They'd No reason to expect that anything par- ticular would happen to-night, and n burning house in the neighorhoo: would have an irresistible attraction for them. Once Wilkins saw them out of the house, he knew he had nothing to fear, He could make hty search at leisure, And now he's found the thing he wants, has found that map that he's been droaming about for years, he's not thinking about his shadow nor the blind it falls on.” To me it seemed that the doctor's. question had been fairly answered and I moved forward, as Mallory ani Ashton did. My chief hesitated an instant, then gave a nod of assent. Mallory pulled open the gate. We all followed through it. Then | Slanced up ence more at the lighte! window bind. “Look!" I orted. “He's gone!” One glance was all they needed The silhouette of that figure had dis appeared, Ashton turned to Mallory and spoke ®o fast that the words trod on each “You stay outside,” he commanded ‘He may try the windows if he's cornered. You're the best man we've mot on @ chase, Don't hesitate to shoot! Come along, the rest of yout” Together we rushed up the path, Ashton ahead and my oblef and I gust behind him. But, with all our haste We ascended the steps and crossed the wooden veranda a«ilently, The front oor was not even latched. It ewang back with @ light push, and we were inside. “Th said, “and cover the back work up from there. You two, be tween you, see that he doem't get down the front stairs, and search the rooms on each floor befo.e you go any Digher,” Both of us nodded comprehendingty and he darted away, I stayed in the hall, while the dootor searched the downstairs room which made up the front of the house, I could hear him moving about the two parlore and dining room, my strained es missing the sound of a foo: id hear Ashton Rut from up ubove, whery our quarry was, there never came a sound In a minute or two my tr Joined me tn the hall. “He's nc here,” he whispewd. “Como, lot's ¢ Upstairs,” As we mounted toward the second story, the sound of soft footfalla tn the corridor above came to uur ears T started and gripped iy cudgel « Uttle tighter, but the doctor suook bis head, “That's only Ashton,” he whgspere “I know his step Ho was right. A whtupered question 1 the head of th identified him. Iraw this fi as we qua just as we reach stairway, We'll sald, Phelps stairs, 1 or next,” h lid the other, You 1 the head of the front euard and the h the rooms,"" ched, we drew just the back doctor can whispered ty, then. It's t hear him, though." rink he can have got ov ne of the windows?’ I questioned “Not with Mallory on the lonkowt gutaide, I told him to shoot, and Be would, Come along! Follow me” (Te Re Continued.) Do you 2 «