The evening world. Newspaper, October 20, 1919, Page 21

| HOME S PAGE | MONDAY, OCTOBER 20, ecre Chambers. MYSTERY, Love and War—a story of thrills drawn in vivid colors against the towering background of the snow capped Alps! Ina swift rush of action, Evelyn Erith and Kay McKay of The Secret rvice are carried through intrigue, plots and attacks, foiling Germany’s Plan of World Conquest. Coprright, 1919, by George H. Doran Company. 1918-1019, by International Magatine Company. CHAPTER I, HE case in question concerned a letter in a yellow envelope, which was dumped along with other incoming mail upon one of the many long tables where hundreds of women and scores of men eat opening and reading thousands of letters for the Bureau of . C-—whatever that may mean, In due course of routine a girl picked up and slit open the yellow @nvelope, studied the enclosed letter for a few moments, returned it to its envelope, wrote a few words on o slip of paper, attached the slip to the yellow envelope, and passed it along to the D. A. C.—whoever he or she may be. The D. A. C.,, in course of time, opened this letter for the second time, inspected it, returned it to the envelope, added a memorandum, and sent ft on up to the A. C.—whiatever A. C. may signify Seated at his desk, the A. C. per letter and then attached memoranda, slips, pinned them to the envelope, sed the memoranda, glanced over the udded his terse comment to the other ad routed it through certain channels which ultimately carried the letter into a room where six silent and pre- ecoupled people gat busy at six sep- erate tables. Fato had taken charge of that yel- low envelope from the moment it wé mailed in Mexico; Chance now laid {t on a yellow oak table before a yellow-haired girl; Destiny squinted over her shoulder as she drew the letter from its triply violated en- ‘velope and dpread it out on the table before her. A rich, warm flush mounted to ber cheeks ag she examined the docu- ment. Her chance to distinguish her- pelf had arrived at last. She divined it instantly. She did not doubt it. She was a remarkable girl ‘The room remained very still. Tho five other cipher experts of the P. I, Service were huddled over thoir tables, pencil in hand, absorbed !n thelr several ungodly complication and laborious calculations. But they osnessed no Rosetta Stone to aid them in deciphering hieroglyphics; toad-Ilke, they carried the precious stone in their heads, M. D,! ‘The yellow-haired girl presently tose from her chair, carrying in her hand the yellow letter and its yellow envelope with yellow slips attached; and thia harmonious conrbination of color passed noiselessly into a smaller adjoining office, whero a solemn young man sat biting an un- Mghted cigar and gazing with preter matural sagacity at nothing at all. Possibly his pretty affianced was the object of his deep revery—he had her photograph in his desk—per- haps official cogitation as D. C. of the E. C, D.—if you understand what I mean?—may have been responsible tor his owlisl abstraction. Because he did not notice the ad- vent of the yellow-haired girl until she said in her soft, attractive voice: ycélay TL interrupt you a moment, a ax?? Then he glanced up. “Surel * he sald. “Hum—- hum! bo seated, Mise Erith! Hum! Surely he laid t hects of the letter and the yellow envelope upon the desk before him and seated herself on a chair at hig elbow. She was very pretty, Dut engaged men never notice such details. “I'm afraid we ate in trouble,” she remarked. He read placidly the various memoranda written on the yellow slips of paper, scrutinized the can- celled stamps, postmarks, super~ scription. But when his gaze fell upon the body of the letter his com- placent expression altered to one of disgust! ; 4 “What's this, Miss Erit “Code cipher, I'm afraid. orne dance!” ‘Miss Brith amile@, She was one of those girls who always look as What Is Your Kick? K ICKS are good things. the same kick with the What’ to know about it. your Kick? ‘The Evening World. NEW YORK, Oct. 17. To the “Kick” Faditor: ‘The Anti-Galoon League has suc- weeded in practically abolishing the saloon. The Prohibitionists declare they've abolished an evil. They've tuen away the place where the poor ‘workingman can enjoy a pleasant half honr, Now that they've suc- weeded in doing this, have they @ nntidote for this evil?” Have they come forward with any practical suggestions which will enable the poor workingman to continue his reoreational diversion? Can you pic- tare him getting sociable or enjoying himself over a class of soft pop? | am a home-loving man! I couldn't possibly enjoy drinking more than two glasses of beer. Where do I get om? ‘W ORKINGMAN, Oot, 14. BROOKLYN, Oct. 18. ‘To the ‘Kick’ Fuitor: There te a big idok coming from | / “lucky passengers on the Fulton Street * vated road (Brooklyn), who, tak! either a local or express train and eS i DoYou Know? Orurrtgn, 1919, by The Press Publishing On (The New York Svening World), 1. Who invented the airbrake? 2 What are the workingman’s councils in Russia called? %. Who wrote the “Rhymes of a Red Cross Man?” 4& Who was the Norse God of War? 6. Who was the first woman elected to Congress? 6 Which is the smallest planet in the solar system? 7. What is the molten rock which flows from a voleano called? 8. What fs the vertical line which separates the measures on a staff of music called? 9. Of what substance is the tusk of @ walrus composed? 10. On what continent are most dia- monds mined? ’ 21. What is the kitchen on board s @nip called? @. For how many years is 4 patent granted by the United States? ANSWERS FOR SATURDAY'S QUESTIONS, 1, Buenos Ayres; 2, Portraits; 3, ‘Watterson; 4, Les Miserables; 5, Do: @ Ohio; 7, Catalina; §, Pitchblendo; Every big reform that was ever accomplished started when some one decided to kick, Probably many people have you and would like to know that others agree ‘We want to know about it! Kick, get together, results! Write your Kick out to-day and mail it to “The Kick Editor” of Other people want start something—and reform getting off at Franklin Avenue sta- tlon, are jammed into already erowd- ed cars. But to make matters worse, no platform men are on this stetion, and minutes are lost because of the inability of the guards to close the gates. This is due to passengers per- sisting in trying to squeeze on the platform of the car which ts already jammed. A platform man to each two-car entrance would keap the pas- | sengers from crowding and trains} would be enabled to get away from| the station much quicker. J. J. BE. ‘To the "Kick" Haitor: Ww I suppose I 4m only one out of a million who is guing to “kick” about the same thing, namely, the intolerable telephone service which New Yorkers are subjected to at the present time. It tnkes me five minutes to get the operator, for ten minutes I am told the line is busy, then the line is ow ot order, At the end of thirty ot five minutes I finally get my , which at the same time ns to be @ wrong one. It's a thing that my office not burning or some one is dying, or they would be dead by the time I \got the correct number. What have other readers got to say about the telephone service? J. IRWIN, | Sains ‘TO-DAY'S | [ANNIVERSARY | The Battle of Salmis The Battle of Salamis, 480 B. C., Is |by reputable authority, placed upon |this day, Oct. 20, And what was the |"Battle of Salamis?” Of what !mport- ance to the world? First, it was tho second great victory of the Greeks over the Persians, under the leader- ship of Themistocies, The Battle of arathon, 490 B, C, had roared around the world. Again a third ex- pedition of the immense Persian army, under Xerxes, invaded Greece. Xerxes reached Athens, burned the jeity, and it seemed all up with the sacred land of Hellas, Not much! ‘At the Straits of Salamis, the Greek |ships defeated the far greater num- ber of the Persian fleet. Second, the }moral meaning of the Battle of Sal- amis? Western civilization rolled back Oriental despotism. Greece |saved for you and me all that we love to-day—home, the family idea, art, leulture, freedom. Across the cen- |taries the victory reached, and gave us Magna Charta—later, the Declara- tion. Greece of to-day, rise to thy jmighty Past! Rise up, for thy ruler, |a son of thy loins! Thou tiny land of jthe enormous tistory, take thy place as tho New Hellas, a torch of totter- ing principalities, and to shady eovervigntics! “ARE YOU GOING TO TURN THIS OVER TO THE POSTAL IN- SPECTION SERVICE?” “WHAT DO YOU THINK, MISS ERITH?” “THERE 18 NO SOLUTION TO THIS CYPHER EXCEPT BY DIS COVERING THE CODE BOOK.” though they had had not been long out of a bathtub. She had hazel eyes, a winsome sinile and hair lke “What do you think about it, Miss Erith? You it's. one of those hopeless arbitrary eiphers for which + Herman Lauffer to conoentrate his mind for a while, and he chewed his unlighted cigar into a pulp. Alas! Men are that way. Not sometimes. Always. Winally he shoved aside the pile of letters which he had been trying to read, unhooked the telephone te- ceiver, called @ number, got it and nquired for a gentleman named Cas- sidy ‘To the voles that answered he gave the name, business and address of d aided a request undue liberties be taken with any outgoing letters mailed and pre- numably composed and written by Mr. Lauffer's own fair hand, “Much obliged, Mr. Vaux,” cooed Cassidy, in a volce so auave that x noticed {is unusual binndness asked if that particular service already had “anything on Lauffer.” “Not soon but yet!" replied Mr. Cassidy, facetiously; “thanks entirely to your kind tip, M>. Vaux." And Vaux, suspicious of such ur- bane pleasantries, rang off and re- sumed his mutilated otgar. what the devil does Cassidy know about Herman Lauff mused, “and why the devil his bureau informed us?” After long pondering he found no answer. b des, he kept. thinking at momegts about M th, which confused him and diverted his mind from the busines# on hand that “Now ued that sepuichral voice, All right,” sald the young man. ill, will you take my cards?”-—he laid his hand, face down, rose and left the pleasant warmth of the card room with @ premonitory shiver, “Welk?” he inquired, without cordiality, picking up the receiver. Mr. Viux?" came # distinct voles which he did not recognize, he snapped, “who is it?” “Miss Erith.” “Oh—er—surely—euroely! Gooa- evening, Miss Brith!” “Good-evening, Mr, Vaux. Are you, by any happy chance, quite free this evening? “Well—I'm rather busy—unlese it is timportant—hum—hum!—ina line of duty, you know"-—= “You may judge. I'm going to tty to necure that code-book to-night" “Whe “Now! “Where are Brith?” “At home. Could you,eome to mer” Vaux shivered again, “Where d-do you Ive?"\he with chattering teeth, She gave him the gumber of, private house on 83d Street just Madison Avenue. And as he listedy! he began to shiver ail ever tn anticipated “Very well But this hay Valley Fonge stung to you just now, Miss death, you know.” ‘The evening was becoming one of She said: the coldest ¢ recorded in New “1 took the liberty of sending ‘tity , York, T thermom ad dropped car to t Racquet Club for you. It to 8 degree helow zero and vis should ‘we th e now, There's a foo .§ stil! falling. Tfth Avenue giittered, warmer in it Shwathed in frost; traffic police on “Thank you #0 much,” he repiied post stamped and swine their arms with @ burst of shivers, “I'll b-b-64 to keap from freezing; dry snow Might up.” ‘As he left the telephone the door- man informed him that an automobile ‘was waiting for him. °) underfoot squeaked when trodden on; astines were greasy with glare ice. a warm gold. Her figure was youth- there is no earthly solutic It waa, niso, one of those muatlons, WHS WHitinE tar him. oon-farend Luly eeraighit Bnd eUpHG. “BOt thet Giscovering and secifing: Gee soue, wheatlens, Reatlons nights wher tho jOnythe sidewalk © Senoen ‘sam would not interest an engaged man. book and working it out that way.’ privation which had hitherto amused Gon of a Kadink bear: The D, C. glanced at hor inquir- She said calmly, but with height. New York suddenly became an ugly “Mr, Vaux, sir?” } ingly. ened color i menace. ‘There was no coal to be had a “Surely, surely, he muttered, “bum k is, presuma- and only green wood. The poor quietly i —hum!""— and tried to fx his mind pd oral tal; the well-to-do ventnred aice, ‘siege on the letter. He had already touched the tele- ‘The girl bit her Hp and held out her 1a stick or two in open and cuddling hid In fact, she was one of those girls “Surely — surely ni Plone receiver to unhook it, Miss for the letter. at huddled under rugs over re tbe gg, Be who unibtentionally and innocentiy What's ‘his name, Erith looked at him appeallngly: her an’t let it go out of my office,” oll or electri gvated to discovered a foots render masouline minds uneasy glancing down at eyes were very, very hazel. he remarked You know that, Miss comfortable hotels. And bac are tooK r, and embraced it vigorously through some delicate, indefinable at- “Oh, yes—Herman Lauffer-—hiun! ‘Couldn't we handle it?” she asked. Erith.” : to their elu That is where Clifford on his patent-leather shoes, | * traotion which defies analysis. ’ He peu a big book containing ‘L merely wish to copy it, «said Vaux went by taxt, buried eb He was immersed in arctic glodm “Surely,” murmured ¢the D. C., the names of enemy al and “You and Lt" reproachfully, Her eyes were hagel, in bis fur collar, hating all ¢ when at length the car stopped. .A “surely! ' Hum—bum!"" rused {t, frowning. me ‘But that’s not our affair, Milas "T ought not to let you take a copy coal companies, and all Kaisers. wutler admitted him to a brownstone A subtle freshness like the breath Herman Lauffer was not listed. He \ out of this offic 1 muttered In the Racquet Club Mr. Vaux house, the steps of which had beet of spring in a young orcham seemed consulted other volumes containing On, please do, Won't “But you will, won't found himself seated at a table with thoughtfully strewn with furnawy to linger bout her, She ras ex: supplementary, lista of suspects and ; “All right. Use t ine over its of something or other at cinders, won quisitely fashioned to trouble men, undesirables—lists furnished daily by Vaux s “ ; there, Hum—hum! his elbow, which steamed slightly and — «yjae Keith?” af Dut sho didn't wish to do such a— certain services Unnecessary to men- my kx emiled. VAN Fight; go ahead, “i"Where may I telephone you when spoon in it; and he pres- \'wyen" at ‘ VEE, WhO WAS In love with any detailed for this delightful job, Do You're not here?” she inquired aiff. urd himself saying to three “Announce Mr. Vaux, partly trdz” other girl, took another urfeasy loo! Here he ist” exclaimed Vaux; jt your own way, but do it——"- dently, resting one slim, white hand other gentlemen: “Four hearts.” ” at her, sideways, then picked up his “—Herman Tauffer, picture-framer tank you # much on his desk. + “Pour h ” he repeated affably. “The library, if you please, ats! q unlighted cigar and browsed up n it. and gilder! That's “his number on ! "At the Racquet Club, Are you go- “Doos any murmured the butler, taking bat agd “Yes,” he said nervously, “this is Madison Avenue!"—pointing to the ,“~—In twenty-four hours,” he ad- ing out ‘The volce of Doom interrupted him: coat. i sae, one of those accursed code-ciphers, type-written paragraph “You soo Ged grimly, “Otherwise T'll turn it “She nodded with one of those win 0 " So Vaux went upstatrs with fe ‘They always route them through to Iready undor surveil-. over to the P. 1." ‘ome. arnt incline young Mr. Vaux, sir liveliness of a crippled spider, ‘are Why don't they notify the Ke is t is brutal of you! men to rev , incline youn —yne young man turned in bis Cay Nise Kerith came from @ glowing fice J tabs on I But if you can't get the walke® toward the cloak room. chair and beheld behind him @ CUD wide to welcome him, giving him 4 er call up the’—— twenty, hours I'll ‘The D.C foapty in fore with Servant, all over silver buttons, fink and’ menhes thon. 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