The evening world. Newspaper, September 10, 1919, Page 19

Gueninnsccarlas The Golden*Seal . Such Is Life! A Story for Children of France Redeemed By Mary Seymour Jones ~ by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World). the brave French Army turned the tide and the great retreat started. The big shells fell all about here and tore the gashes in the earth which you now see. The grass and the flowers are rapidly covering them and soon France will again be all beauti- Your dear father was in that battle and there received the wound that almost cost him his life. He was finally carried into our village and I nursed Your HUBBY IS BulLoING Sou A HE lute summer afternoon was edltry and heavy with that sense of approaching disaster which reminded Helene Baptiste of those summer days of years before when France, ®leeding but coura- geous, waited hourly ‘the next attack of the German Army. This return of disturbing memories made her rest- less; 60 calling her children, and Marie, she started for the open fields where, under the trees, on the 0001 grass, there would be retief ¢rom the heat of the narrow stony streets of the town, up her embroidery, she at oncé enjoyed the relief and relaxa- tion that came with the fresher air and the odor of grass and flowers. ‘The children played ebout her, aak- frequent questions, which the | « mother always answered with great ful and emiling. him back’ to The brother and sister ecampered a@way in pursutt of a butterfly and re- turned, gathering lovely flowers of all shades and colors. Then Jean came running to his mother, exclaiming, “Mother, mother, what is this won- “What made these big holes?” asked little Jean. “These were made by the German shells when they tried so hard to cap- It was there that a ZZ YESTERDAY'S had fost so many of her faithful sons and England had come ever the her brave and noble armies, America, across the sea, felt in her heart that she too must help in this war for humanity, Go she sent her /soldiers, the best of her fand, over the seas, with food and supplies for us all, She built cities and rafl- roads, she fed and clothed us all, and finally her brave men hetped over- power the Germans and sent them out of France and Belgium. ‘Then, wherever her blood had been shed or her #ons buried in France the golden eprang up, and each year it grows brighter and taller. the fleur de lys went to America Lafayette and that the golden rod came to France with Pershing’ Always tend it carefully, my dears, for it is the golden seal of a bond | between two great peace-loving na- tions, and it grows only where some good Amerioan soldier has suffered or died for a noble cause.” Little Jean quickly brought hand to salute and scald V Amerique.” Uidped, “Vive la France.” added, “Vive les deux, soers et Al- Hees tous les jours.” Then as twilight came, Helene and the two children started for home, and as they crossed the fields, walking around the shell holes, of dark was drawn over the lovely face of France, and the tinkle of cow bells and bleating of sheep were the only sounds where in years gone by were the boom of cannon and shriek Under cover cf night, na- ture at once became busy again re- pairing and hiding the work of de- struction, and far into the night, the yellow head of the golden rod seemed to glow as something bright and en- Channel with ture yonder 1. Woodrow Wilson was President of Princeton University when elected Governor of New Jersey. lapidary is @ professional Judge or dealer ia precious stones. “madder than a wet hen.” 4. Plymouth Rock is a shrine at Plymouth, Mass., where the Pilgrims are said to have &rst set foot on their arrival trom Engtend. 5. Robert Lamia Stavenson was tra- ditienally “RL. 8. 6. Israel Zangwill, an English aov- elist, Jew, and leader of the move- ment to restore Palestine to his peo- ANOTHER. “to his friends, Marie, copying bim, 7. ‘Open sesame” means a magical of opening doors or gaining en- trance to secret places, in “Arabian Nights.” 8 Genealogy is the art of tracing and recording lineal descent of one's “family tree.” recent acquisition of territory by the United States was of the Danish West In- dies, now called the Virgin Islands. 10. Fagin was the name of the ebaracter in Dicken: who taught ohildren to become crimi- pals, chiefly ag pickpockets. NEW QUESTIONS. 1. What is a “billet doux"? ‘Oliver Twist” Yes, THe DEAR Boy ALWAYS WANTED A HOME. IT'S Gong 2. For what industry 1s the city of| Grand Rapids best known? 3, Who was Marshal Ney? 4. Why js 4 trust or combination of iaterests likened to an octopus? 6 What dumb beast is considered the most intelligent? 6. What is a “polyglot” population? is called “the first lady of 8. What is a refugee? 1, Who the land” an 9%. What American of other days \s famous for his axioms of thrift? 10, In soldier Love for a Woman Prompts Jimmie Dale, a Rich New York Clubman, to Masquerade in the Underworld as Larry the Bat,as the Gray Seal, and as Smarlinghue, the Poor Artist. tee with YOURSELF. you want them to be--start- Make your servants fare the boss. ene or more servantn You commanding a company, bat thoughtlessness, You are not soldiers into a pantie by this throw a whole company of A captain or an officer may ‘What is the matter with me. y to yourself: bunctious,” and you should have @ servant who is “ram- ‘This interests you, tf you (Copyright, 1919, by George M. Doran Company.) SYNOPSIS OF PRECKDING CHAPTERS, qualid quarters of Smarlinghue, for ects ® bromine er regaining her fortune ” barate indo the 1 up to the police, the oj Balle, known a9 "Docsin, eased from Sing sng, le 4 Dimeetf in the place and hears @ key turied in th CHAPTER IL (Continued. ) ROM his place of concealment Jimmie listened im grim si- jJence while Slimmy Jack and Birdie Lee wrangled. With a low, terrified ery, the other Jet the flashlight fall as though from nervelesy fingers, and shrank back against the safe, “Now put your hands above your head!” directed Jimmie Dale courtly. ‘ou're up to your old tricks, he inquired coldly. years up the river wasn't enough for was apparently havi getting the tumblers Slimmy was impatient, Birdie drew himself yp suddenly, and, squaring his shoulders, made as though to speak, but leaned over the top of the safe, his head in his hands, he exclaimed, jacting kind of queer all day. don't think 'm a fool, do you, to steer you into a lay that's got @ come- , | back on myself unless the thing was Why, damn it! Malay knows I gaw the coin put there.” Jimmie Dale's fingers stole inside his shirt and into a pocket of the |leather girdle and brought forth a jblack silk mask. frantically struggling with the safe But it was time to play his own hand. The Toc#in had made ‘The law of salary or wages, I ‘The law is definite and fixed. an evidence of appreciation. services rendered—dt is merely Money can never pay for to the children: “Bo till!” say to yourself what you say when thinge begin to rattle place if you give them ap. So know they can cook, the “wash-lady” and all of servants has changed, The We grant that the position Jirdie,” be said quietly. “eould you have opened that safe if you had wanted to?” ne are you?” the other asked friend—perhaps—it pen that safe,” “What do you mean?” planted night? Jimmie answered. “Tell me, anyhow," insisted Jimmie no mistake, he was sure of that now, he other began to talk He heard from this map's Nips of how he had been released from Ging Sing that day. Slimmy used to work together Of how Slimmy had been in that room to-day when Malay took care of $3,000 for an up-State gambler aed the latter looked about town @ i and “It's no use, timmy! 4 (J "t open the damne 1 can't open Ot how he and @ te do the thinking than the are in a much better position nite idea of what you want, You, having a defi exe any one is not to try to ‘The best way you can man- the time or inclination. could do yourself if you had your home to do what you mean, the person employed in servant problem. By that I time you have to deal with the fay it to yourself the next I want yoa\to ‘This is a wonderful sentence “You—try—it—again a cold, orninous ring in Slimmy Jack's hat—what do you mean by that, Slimmy!® Birdie “ll show you what I mean, and ck, too, if you don't open " Slimmy Jack threatened “You could open that with if you wanted to! “I told Slimmy went on Birdie Lec, something over good for twenty years. What coul! I 1 tried to queer the game by I pretended 1 couldn't open the safe, You saw me, was through my head that your fingernails, | Now, open it!” protested Birdie, anything like that, w that, Slimmy, ‘wouldn't hand ‘To test the man's veracity, Jimmie commanded him to open the safe. “I'll take my medi- I_ might just opened ‘it for Siimmy. It looks as though you were §, the sume thing as he was.” Birdie Lee's face got hard, Jimmie Dale smiled at the other's He knelt by the safe, twirled the tumblers quickly, pressed against the face of the safe, Came at last a sharp, metallic click. The door swung open. again instantly and locked it. “Your tara, open PRR A Slimmy Jack’s hand wag in his side “But I tell you I can't,” said Birdie, e was rising to his feet—"Slimmy—for God's sake—what are you doing—you"——. ‘There was a flash, the roar of the report, a swaying form, a revolver clattering to the floor—and with a crash, Slimmy Jack pitched gorward and lay motionless. had come without warning, and for a moment Jimmie Dale could not om significance ef what I don’t know should do ourselves! children to do what we to ourselves, How often we the things we should say often we say to children BAR EVERYBODY: How (The New York Prening World), Ooprtiaht, 1019, by The Prem Publishing Co, GOING UP “Who ar yout” There was awed admiration in Birdie’s voice. “You're slicker than 1 ever was im the old days. For God's eake, who are you?” “Never mind,” said Jimmie Dale. “Open the safe if you can.” It was barely an instant before Birdie swung back the door, Jimmie Dale held out his hand to Birdie Lee. “You're clear, “Clear?” repeated Birdie. “What's the game?” “You've got your chance,” anawered Jimmie Dale,” “One reason I came here to-night waa to spoil Siimmy Jack's play. Another was to learn if you really wanigd your chance, I am satisfied.” He clamped the flashlight between his knees, leaving his nands free, and from the leather girdle drew the old metal case from his pocket. With tweezers he picked up one of the ped, gray-colored small, diamond Paper seals, adhesive on ons ) and attached it to the dead man’s sleeve. “The Gray Seal—you're Larry the A startled cry broke from Bat Birdie Lee, “Yos—and I'm doing this for you to-night. Make your getaway now,” Birdie Lee wrung Jimmie Dale's hend and quietly disappeared. Jim- mie Dale watched his furtive shadow as it paeees. beyond his vision, Stoop- ing, he Jimmie Dale's lips. It was “Clancy of Headquarters.” CHAPTER Iv. too late for the make-up of the early morning papers; but from the noon editions onward it had been flung across the front pages HH “murder” of Slimmy Jack had evidently been discovered in glaring type. or two of distance, He glanced out of the window as the car was held up again. Every- body in the crowd that waited on the corners for the stream of traffic to pass seemed to have their eyes glued to their newspapers—even Benson, his chauffeur, during the moment of inaction, was surreptitiously reading @ paper which he had flattened out on the seat beside him! Jimmie Dale threw the paper down and picked up another, and after that another, They were prett~ well all alike, They rehearsed the d.scov- Larry the Bat as the Gray 1; they rehearsed the story of the in the tenement of six months in which it was supposed that ery of only in the virulence, a mi Atsel: ow York. It was true that Larry the Bat mo ume, ‘ ‘ ipa hgh ipte apat RAS, ITS Tae Best Roon iN THE LET THE COOK Mu LET Ag LITTLE Doaqie HAVE VA \oO VAG —- forbearance, Moving to @ new abode, pre- paring the ohfidreg for school and fall house cleaning af come at one and the eame time, There is no escaping any of them, or the, equally important task of her own fall gown- ing. The fal time may well be credited as the must be settled, how- over, and the one of the tiny school girl's clothes, which comes Yes, 1AM To BE THE A! Groincy Ts Give IT To My DEAR PES IIa Dy, FRANK L PACKAR longer existed, that im that respect he was encompassed by a certain secu- rity he had not enjoyed before, but how long would that last? He had never intended that the Gray Seal should ever have been He shrugged his stooped beside it. hi drawer, she had sai He was too late! The first touch had told bim that, and now eyes corroborated it, had been forced by a jimm: sort, judging from the 1 in the wood. and he pulled the aide lay the steel back and wrenched and tw: The box was empty, He looked at his It wanted but a few minutes of seven—progress up the Avenue had been unusually slow, He tore the Neard of again. shoulders philosophically. by his own, Two men Une held a reaching out through the window, let the pieces flutter away in the wind. were in the newspaper which he thumped with a menacing fist as he taiked. The door windows of Jimmie Dale's limousine were down, and he caught two bitter, angry words; Gray Seal"-—— The sober expression on Jimmie Dale's face deepened. Unly a fool would attempt to minimize or under- estimate the meaning of what he saw for instance, from his seat, and opened the door. “Don't put ‘up the car yet, Benso I am going a Ittle further uptown,’ said Jimmie Dale, with a pleasant nod ~and ran up the steps of bis house. Javon, his butler, opened the door Dent out of shap: bi foo! Voie shall not be dining at home to- Jimmie Dale banded over his hat—not a suitable one for ” the lowe: night, Jason, pon the around him. that he, Jimmie clubman, riding here in hie limousine, was the Gray Seal, and this great, teaming, though orderly, Fifth Ave- nue would be transformed like magic into @ seething, screaming whirl of Through the open window of the limousine a white envelope fluttered is feet. The car was For the frac- “Very good, s, Master Jim, ar “{ shan't dross, Jagon,” said Jim- mie Dale—and, cross: hall, with its rich, or! run up the wide «tatren: door of his “den,” locke him, and switched on the lights, Ho threw cont and veat on @ nearby sweeping the portieres away from in front of @ little alcove, knelt down before the barrel-shaped » with its multitudinous glistening in the days gone by when he had been with his father in the business of manufacturing safes, the business that had amassed the fortune he had inherited, he had de- His fingers flew over He swung the outer and the inner doors open, reached inside, took out the leather girdle with its burglar kit, and fastened it around Then, slipping an auto- matic and a flashlight into his pocket, he closed the safe, drew the portieres together, and put on bis coat and the reception mtal rugs, he moving forward again. tion of a second Jimmie Dale did not move, save to straighten rigidly as though from some sharpry adminis- tered galvanic shock; and then, with a low ory—"the Tocsin!”—he was at the door, his head thrust out through the window, He stooped, picked up the envelope, and sat down again quietly, his eyes ing swiftly in the direction of his lifted the dead man's mask, and played his flashlight on the cold, wet features? A queer emile twisted your drei eyes shone, you,” “Do you remember the first time I ever wore it?” She was smiling up at him. “Oh, yea!” he nodded his head signed himself. Jimmie Dale tore the envelope open; and, in a sort of grim, feverish haste, unfolded the sheets which it haa con- And New York had thought him ed. a! Philanthropic Crook — since you will be called that,” he read. quick, eager flush came to hin oc She knew now, li abruptly aw ead! Jimmie Dale leaned back on the Jimmie Dale could gee that the biue of his limousine as the car, now halted at a corner, now raced with a hundred others to snatch a block An instant later he was downstairs and, selecting @ soft slouch hat—Ja son for the moment not being in evi- the steps to his in knew him as Smarlinghue, that, despite all her own brave, rexglute protests, termined to fight this thing out to the “You have set New York ablaze, you have made me far more afraid for you than I am for myself; but I cannot see where there Is any danger here, or I would not have written thir. yo! He was reading impetuously now, his brain, alert and keen, sorting and sifting out, as tt were, the salient, Milford and his wife iting limousine. he Marleton, ected, as he stopped into the car, And ‘hurry, please," The car rolled up to the curb in ple family ho- Jimmie Dale alighted, “T shall not need you any more to- night, Benson,” Dale reached the house— squares steps—and, quite as making a pretense of ring- lectrio bell, opened the un- locked outer door, stepped nd, without a sound now, door behind him, He tried the inner door tentatively. Tt was locked, of course—but It was locked only for an instant, girdle under steel Instrument, Crouched there, French descent old setting, three large dia- monds pendant from necklet of smaller * ten to twelve thousand dollars * * * steel bond box * * lower righthand drawer of desk Plan of second floor 88th Street * © & He turned the page, studied for a moment the carefully drawn plan that covered the next sheet, then turned to the third and last page—and suddenly his tace hardened, He began to study the several sheets again, critically, carefully this ‘There sould bp no danger here, © of words—with which they now demanded that thie Larry the Kat, alias the Gray Seal, should be dug out like a rat from bigs hole, and the city be freed once and for all, and with no loophole for misadventure this time, of this “ogre of hell,” as eae poe ut it, that was gorging upon hia vest came a little he Hstened. And then, a smile of relief flickering on his lips, he pushed the door open and slipped into the hallway, faa a shadow now, Jimmie Dale, clos- ing the inside door, moved across the and entered the room quick! ulelly to @ quajal eid ever: arms and then running firet in the natural or- dor of events, may be aided by the design I am offering here. It is @ aimple little model on the order of @ coat. dress, for wear with- jout a wrap. Any light muct, of a wtriped silk. | Vidual and not toq ‘and dark blue striped satin. satin, however, to match the frock in oolor would be appropriate, and these io winter weather could be changed ‘The effect would be indj- ne He glanced out of the win- % dow—they were Riverside Drive. rted suddenly, The steps passed alon, and from behind the folding doors Jimmie Dule saw an elderly couple enter the front room. Both were in evening dress—and somehow, denly, at sight of them Jimmie Dale swallowed hard, “How well you look to-night he aid, and his blue “I am very proud of w yes were moist, He hed th turned onel's hands to the floor, “It is gone bas been stolen!” “Gone Suds betas New and Original Desig For the Smart Woman By Mildred Lodewick Copyright, 1919. by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York Breuning World), A School Girl’s Frock of Distinction. } STRIPED GILK LENDS CHARM To A DARK ' FABRIC. ab skirt is draped and very narrow at’ the bottom, and the waist Dart is too tight. twen‘y-one years old, 5 feet 2 inches tall, ‘weigh’ 119 pounds. A pretty little dress for the house this winter trimmed with as pictured, and ecru net under-si eee jeeves and it the opposite wall and sa bee! ‘he lower right- The drawer The lock was broken wer open. 5 t he had wasted even a mi ment ip giving play to his thoughis! were reaching him now from below, footsteps were sounding from hall, there was @ ereak airs. They were coming! A woman's voice from the stairway came to hi “My dear, you must have left the Nght burning.” “Unless it was you,” @ man's voice an#wered in good-humored banter, “You were the last one in the room.” He and good color. MISS H. A. R. Black satin founda- tion dress, velvet rib- bon or narrow sitver ribbon to edge tunic, ‘Will you please ad- vise me how to over « dress made like inclosed sketch? The lengthwise openings of the tunic are not becoming, as I am tall noe fell for @ moment between sumgest @ remedy? Am forty-five years of age, 80 do not want a giddy style, but I ad- mire your fashions and know you can Hut we have his memory now, hispered. ‘That is true—wé have hie mem- ory.’ The old Colon bled, And then his ike @ soldier on parade, ritolre, a little drawer at the top, took out a key, stepped to the lower drawer, in- werted the ke: twice in @ puzaled way, then tried the drawer, pulled it open—and with @ sharp, sudden cry, reached inside for the steel band-box. The little old lady rose hurriedly, in a startled way, from her chatr, “What is it? What ls the matter? she cried anxiously, The box clattered from the Col- verlal of the dross ts silk and wool crepe of & mahogany color, MRS, C. H. B. the lower portion of your skirt, ome |and @ half yards wide, making the tucked upper portion from the former skirt. An organdy collar with thread~ run embroidery in mahogany would lend @ smart touch, Velvet rilbom at “ he said hoarsely, She ran wildly forward. len! No, no-it cannot be gone: With a ery that to seemed one of Thorold ror this!” Dale opened slipped across the hall, made silently and swiftly down ti and with the single pulling his slouch hat epped boldly out of the’ Jimmie Dale more poignant an- guish than he had ever heard before, the old gentieman caught her in bis supported her to a chair; quickly to the hall, called loudly for the mald below. “I wonder,” said Jammie Dale to hy 't be justified im put- door, walked quietly i ey rE urned firet \ P "Gre Be Continued). of gins