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She gave her heart to Yet a cloud of mystery hung over his life. it a hidden past? Was it a dual personality? Thrills and excitement, suspense and surprise blend in each fascinating instalment. May Christie has woven with rare skill this story of entangled hearts. (Copyrigat, 1vwv, A THUNDERBOLT. Cafe Del Ricardo ts a cheery little place, renowned for the ex- of its cooking and its i 3 5 ie—elaborately arrayed handsome—partook gf tt ff i 6 fashionably of Lucille’s pert curious mixture, was thi: travelled lady, With tent qualities was in- product of her up-and- Jooked out for Number @ frankness that way almost the other hand, she could be times. She was kind- i : fies] very been genuinely kind to her— ie Sippreciated . kindness. had met with very little of it in somewhat checkered life. Hadley Symphony _ Led by Himself; Easton’s Big Hit By Sylvester Rawling. ENRY HADLEY, Americay composer-conductor, is to the fore in New York at present. He led his opera “Cleopatra's Night" ‘at the Metropolitan Opera House on he wielded the , concert in Carnegi: night, and i= to conduct his “Othello”, overture at the Philadelphia Orches- 's concert in Carnegie Hull nex! Taeedny’ night. <zhe Four Sona ‘Was composed nearly a score of years Since then Mr, Hadley’s mu- Giolanship has broadened, and ne ts become more adept in construction, ut the work has the freshness and je that are the virtue of youth. it is prolix, it is melodius and full color; if it is reminiscent, it is worthily so. The changing times of the year are well differentiated in the composition. It was well led and well played. The audience recalled Mr. Hadley several time: Mr. Stransky took his own placs as conductor of what followed. The! ‘was the Englishman Frederic Delius's “Life's Dance,” a sound and mu- sicianly work that paints man's strange, eventful history, in colors very drab. Then came Bruch's “Seotch Fantasie,” in which Albert Spalding, American violinist, was soloist, playing at his best, with love- ly tone and admirable poise, He was ed many times. For the finish there was Tchaikovsky's “Italian Capriccio.” Florence Easton, for the firet time, was Rezia in Weber's “Oberon” ai the Metropolitan Opera House las: night. She scored an emphatic suc- cess. To her lovely singing she udd- ed an admirable impersonation, and a clarity of enunciation that, ike Or. ville Harrold’s, should put ‘to silenc declaimers against singing in English. The big aria, “Ocean, Thou Mighty " was easily encompassed by Raymond Wilson, pianist, gave a rectal at Aeolian Hall yesterday af- fternoon that had for its principal number MacDowell’s “Broica” sonata, which he played with fuch virility. there were compositions by Mozart, Chopin, Barratt -and the Glinka-Balakirew “L'Alouette.” He was forced to add many extra num- bers. In the evening, also at Aco! an Hall, Harriet Foster, mezzo sc gave what is called an “unusual tal of rare and classical sacred ” On her programme wer songs of the seventeenth century gongs by Bach, Handel, Schubert and fendelssohn, and Bibiical songs by She was assisted by Mary | girdle and bow which | young man | ceedingly well-bred. | However. he didn’t wish to let his mind dwell on annoying subjects. He fuswed over the different courses, making Lucille feel herself a sort of Queen “And so yeu want | stage?” he queried, smiling pleasant across the little table. rt, ‘pur et simple,” doesn’t appeal to you?” The latter portion of the query might bave been so much Greek to Lucillt, for any meaning it conveyed to her. But she perfectly compre- herided the first question. “I do, indeed, Mr. Burke—and, be- lieve me. the first chance that comes along I'l take it!” “But your husband ought to look after you—support you!” | proceeded Burke. ‘s Dalton’s duty!” on him as I was!” } 06 indapendent:” Here David Burke gave an un- pleasant start. “Speaking of angels, here he is!” he muttered. Across the little restaurant ‘strode Jim Dalton, looking very grim. He came close up to Burke and to Lu- cille. “Pardon me." He nodded to Lucille, then turned to Burke. “Since you particularly want to see me, come to the Bath Club at 11 o'clock to- morrow morning. I'll be waiting for you.” Then, with another curt, cool nod. he turned around and swung out of the restaurant. Burke gasped. He stared across the table at Lucille. you didn't speak to him—your husband”. “That fellow isn’t my husband,” she “Now that I've got @ closer look at him I can tell the dif- ference! My husband's very, very like him—but not so gentlemanly looking—and he’s got a scar across the forehead—and he's not so tall. she gave a queer, hysterical Hittle laugh, “Your Mr. Dalton is Now—as he recounted to her the] certainly not my husband—there's incidents of the afternoon—she hung] been a huge mistake! upon his words. huge mistake? Impossibl ‘A “You—you actually cabled out tongy, incredulously at South Africa—tor my sake?’ Wide-,savig, Burke stared inc 4 eyed she gazed at him. “I—1 wanted the affair seen to—" A hope began to tremble la- cille’s rather toughened toughened perforce by the knocks it had received. Could it be possible that Burke cared for her? He who was 80 infinitely above her socially — intellectually — financially He had been so keen to verify this marriage. Some vital reason must have urged him on. But aloud she merely reproachfully: “Didn't you believe, then, truth of what I told you?” bankment. . “My dear young lady, of course 1} In the whole of London there was manner was quite per-|no more perplexed, annoyed young fect as he bowed his head. “But I] man than he. wanted written evidence with which ‘ to confront James Dalton. * He felt he hated every one. Life was “What-—what did he say?” faltered|fotten. And he hadn't got a friend in Lueill the world who would stand by him. For a moment. Burke was non-|The extraordinary defection of the plussed, He didn't want to tell her|sirl who had promised to become his t single, well-aimed blow had] Wife—it bit him very hard. iniously felled him to the dus' This trumped-up tale of David Hoe tick ‘eoxtession would be wuch | Burke's—ridiculous!—imposaitie! It too bumbling. was alla plot to get Miss Shirley he acted in an ungentle-|Marsh away from him. he prevaricated, “but} And it had worked! let's forget about it. He wasn't going to atto:opt .o see “Jim never was a gentleman,” sald|the girl again. Pride had kiiled love, Lucille candidly. he told himself triumphantly. ‘The remark astonished Burke. For,| But there wasn't any happiness in in his brief and none too happy ac- | the triumph, quaintanceship with Dalton, that! A litle wind was blowing over the him the day they met. Was Miss ey May Onristie.) she went on. “1 tell you once again that your Mr. Dalton isn't my husband.” Boidly she faced him, leaning across the lit:le table of the restaurant. “They're mightly like each other, the two men. Almost doubles. I grant you I was taken in before. But now I see the difference.” THE DERELICT. HAT night Jim Dalton, restless, walked along the Thames Em- said, coyly, in the New and Original © For Smart Fashion Designs @ Women By Mildred Lodewick Copyright, 1920, by the Press Publishing Co. 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The taffeta (The New York Evening World.) PADDED FLOWERS ENRICH THE LACE in front are OF THIS TAFFETA FROCK, are seen continuation of the pointed back sections, which at the centre back form a deep pointed opening, The back is not left free to passing zephyr winds, how- ever, for there is a cape section of wy 1 at the front. Unely tucked self-color :e which starts from bretelle effects | ciously with the delicate lace on which The wide Spening be-'they are applied. ‘tween them is of thin silver lace or hip line a thin featherboning will be chiffon, with [PP ING ="THRILCING NOVEL oO ad struck him as ex-|inky water. Barges at aa-‘ior jloomed| The down-and-outer made an ¢ up eerily. How cold it was down on the Thames Shabby, hunched up ing uneasily. at? dejected ‘forms were on benches, slum>er- Life's Might-Have-Beens From out an empty archwiy crept the solitary figure of a man, stalking Jim Dalton furtively. At midnight bo al lurks down by the murky water. But Dalton was completely preoc- cupied by his own unhappy thoughts. Nearer and nearer came the stalk- ing footsteps, silent and stea!thy. ‘A dlow—a gasping cry—and Jim Dalton had wheeled around and caught his assailant in a grip of iron. “So that’s the little game, my friend! No—don't struggie, or I'll break your arm! I've got you fixed.” A whining cry for mercy; the the assaiiant's wi to Jim Dalton swung his would-be at- tacker under the light of a street Jamp. “Here, let's have a look at you!” As the light streamed on the face of the other Jim Dalton gave a cry of sheer astonishment. For—granted the differences of clothes and clean- liness—he was staring at a replica of himself, a veritable “double” that might have been his own twin brother! . “Say—what's real truth, now, or man and give you in Charge.’ “My name's James Daiton,’ tered the assailant sullenty. A BLACK SHEEP. 'E turns of fate are sometimes extraordinary. “But this beats everything!" Jim Dalton told himself, as be walked along the Thames Embankment, gripping bis would-be assailant by the arm, and wondering how on earth this down and outer came to bear bis name and such a remarkab! resemblance to himself! “A compliment to the Dalton fam- ily!” he muttered, casting a com- prehensive eye on the dishevelled, looking gentleman who walked so sullenly be: him, Diack sh from the backwoods, without a doubt!” But aloud be merely said, with a comical little air of politeness: "d particularly like to bave a chat b ba yuu, if you haven't any objec- tion.” The object of bis attention whined— much as a mongrel dog will whine when it's afraid of something im- minent. “Lemme #0, guy-nor! Gimme an- other chance!” There was a ~'~ look in the sullen dark eyes—a brooding look which boded no particular guod to_his captor. . Ignoring it. Jim said: ere’s a hot coffee stall across the road. Come over and I'll buy you a good square meal. the shelter of the Embankment—in | that alcove, out of the wind—and tell me something about yourself at the same time.” Inwardly the young man was ob- sessed with excitement. This curious meeting with his own namesake—at midnight—there must be something in destiny, after all. “Say, were you ever out in Africa?” He couldn't keep the question Yack. your SEIZE TWO IN NEW ~ | WAREHOUSE RAID Coiton Goods Worth $3,000 Found | in Bronx Alleged to Be Stolen. Following the raid Wednesday night upon the warehouse of the Lichtenfelds brothers in the Bronx, Detectives Hook and Callahan of the West 20th Street Police Station last night raided the Bronx Terminal Warehouse at No. 215 East 135th Street, where cotton goods valued at $3,000, alleged to have been stolen from a truck in front of No. 9 Fifth Avenue, were recovered. They arrested Nathan Zimmerman, forty-one, No. 720 Tinton Avenue, the Bronx, who is said to be part owner of the warehouse, and Abraham Komper, thirty-five, of St. Nicholas Avenue, charging them with grand larceny. . During the day scores of persons who have been in the city within the last few weeks visited the West 20th Street Police Station in an effort to identity as their property |some of the $100,000 worth of loot recovered in the Lichtenfelds’ ware- house. f J. L. Brewster jr. of Rochester identified $5,000 worth of surgical in- struments as products of the Ritter Dental Surgery Manufacturing Com: pany of that city. It is not known where the goods were obtained. dedicate hl ahd stalin Insures 423,500 West: ployees. Announcement that a group life in- surance policy had been taken out to cover 42,500 employees was made here ry Qifice and factory employees in New York, Newark, Trenton, Bloomfield, N. J., Middletown, Conn., Bast Springfield, M South Philadelphia, Pa., Utica’ jeveland, Mansfield, O., and Mil- Mexican § Gene $6,000 Estate. Marle Jesus Olive Blanquet, of the Mexican General, he Blanquet, killed on April 15,1919, in Vera Cruz, Mexico, was granted letters of administration ‘to-day by Surrogate Wingate. Mrs, Blarauet tives at No, 338 Fourth Street, Brooklyn, with her two children, She said her husband lett no real estate, but that his personal property was worth $6,000, 1 Leaves narrow silver or cream lace insertion The dainty skirt is founded on a plaited chiffon foundation, while the taffeta is gathered full for the top of @ tunic that is completed with the sil- ver or cream lace flouncing. Padded | flower garlands in colors that har- | monize with the silk contrast deli- ‘on can eat it in|; st newer. At the coffee stall Jim ordered steak and chips and sandwiches—the “ square meal” that he had promised. And when both of them were seated in the deserted little alcove—the dere- lict eating hun, y—Jim returned to the hoped-for elucidation of this my- <Whadde-ve ~ wanna - know?” marked strange companion cau- tiously. He thought this good Samar- itan a little mad. Moreover, he was quite convinced that some ulterior ie lay behind this apparent kind- liness. “Your history,” said Jim succinctly, “and what brought you downhill to thig kind of life?” “Whadda ye-wanna-know for?” Suspicion still eyes. re- lurked n the sunken “Because you Jim. ‘The derelict looked relieved. This must be one of those queer chaps who “studied human nature” just for the simple love of the thing. What wus the word to call him by? A big word— yes—psychologist—that wus This was the kind of thing Jack London did. In the days gone by he had read his books. Some of Jack London’ characters were mighty like himse!f— dereticts and down and outers. . Maybe there wouldn't be any reai harm in confiding in this quixutic stranger. He would carefullyedit the tale, too, censoring out the shady parts—and they were many! ‘es, I've begp out in Africa.” The Cockney accent seemed somehow less Pronounced, and the whine had faded from the speaker's voice. He set his coffee cup down on the stone benc: and stared reflectively out at th shimmering water, as though it helped the flood of reminiscence. “How did you come to go to Afri Jim. cut in. The black sheep t was growing in his mind. “Got into trouble at home, laconic answer. “Your people sent you off abroad?” ‘The other nodded. He was fumbling in his pockets. “You haven't got a'cigarette, I sup- pose?” he inquired apologetically. “A smoke would buck me up no end!” Jim Dalton handed him his case. He took one, lit it, puffed a moment, then continued: ‘My father was a parson down In Devonshire—and mighty strict. There were nine of us in the family. All the rest were a credit to him—except— m: interest me,” said came the yeelf”—— A light had broken over his listener's face, That country clergyman down in Devapshire—he was fath cousin! “Jim. hadn't ever met the family—but he had heard of them. And this announcement explained -the re- semblance between this down .and outer and himself! For they must be setond cousins! It probably would explain, too, the curious claim of the unknown young woman from South Afffca—Lucille Derange, as she called herself. He began to feel immensely glad that he hadn't summoned the police. . « This rageal was a blood reia- tion, . . ky on,” he said, trying to suppress the eagerness in his voice. It wouldn't do to seem too anxious. “KICKED OUT!” ee HEY shipped me off abroad— T to Ceylon,” went on the other, flicking the ash from his cigarette. I worked on a tea For the distended aescesmary at the aides, T is { C Tal : rake IRS yiyist plantation for a time, if I'd stuck it out I'd have become manager, no doubt. But"—here he smiled in pleasurable reminiscence—“the pace was too swift for me. I went to bite” I'm rather I “What was the reason?” Iga rntiy wag! get “Oh, the usual thinge—too much pay ang too much freedom"— “And drink?” suggested Jim po- litely. The other nodded. A meditative look came into his eyes. “Out in the East one really oughtn’t to touch whiskey until after sun- down.” He set forward the opinion tentatively, as though ope: ¢> discus- sion. His voice had taken on a cul- tured mote that was utterly at vari- ance with his previous Cockney whinings. “I got fearfully into debt down in Colombo, too. I had to beat it while the going was good.” He gave a short, amused laugh. “And so I went on to Singapore, and became interest- ed in copra. Only"—he cast a side- long look at Jim—“my partner swin- died m “And so you were kicked out of Singapore?” suggested Jim. He guth- ered that the swindling had been fifty-fifty. For he knew the type. “Oh, the East's a ghastly place for white men,” said the other. “Not that I've been particularly white.” He gave his short. dry laugh. ‘I guess I've yot a streak of yellow in me.” He flung the stub of. his cigarette over the parapet. Jim handed him a tresh one. “L went up country and tried rub- ber for atime. 1 worked side by side with the jays—confound them! | Couldn't stand the creatures at any price. Had an infernal row with one ot them—and he stuck me with his knite. The stranger jerked off his shabby headgeur, Hung his hair back off his forehead, und revealed u nasty, Jagged scar. hat's what he did for a moment stared at him piciously. “You're almightily what I did in Africa!” “Oh, not at all!” rica,” —"I made one big mistake! “I committed—matrimony! wrong woman, too! ed me to support her!” Cleared off. 1 was crazily fond of her.” Here Jim Dalton Jean’ looking the other full in the face. The derelict drew back. sharply sued Jim Dalton and fair and ver The stranger started. Then the sly gleam deepened in his eyes, He shook his head. “There's some mistake,” he said. become actress—must money”—— The other bounded forward. “Lucy Smith, of Salisbury? you say she'd gone on Making movey? le was t Say, give me her address!” Jim Dalton smiled. He was gett all tae information that he wanted. “Not so fast—not so f remarkably be making lots her!" “Oh, but 1 do!” porarily vanished. ing you"-—— “Then Lucy Smith was—your wife?” “Yes—ye: And you say “1 was only biuff- that she stranger looked crestfallen—“maybe it fifty; we didn't bit ft off at all.” to her up again?” cut in Jim Dalton. me—the dog “And then? Jim noticed to his chagrin that the removal of the cap made the. Ifkeness between the two of them still more strik: he wondered if this fellow would have the nerve to voice it. Apparently the stranger had! “Money,” the stranger said. added: ‘Then “Oh, then some natives nursed me till I got better. Then my creditors got after me again, So I slipped bong schooner heading for apan’ “In the old da,s, when 1 struck lucky, I shared the spoils with Lucy Now she's got to do the same wiih me—in common decency.” ay sneaking little dogs—the Japs! Wouldn't trust one of ‘em fur- ther than [ could see him The derelict’s eyes snapped. “And 80?" “Oh, I fell ill again. And a little Jap doctor—English-trained, of course —said that ['d got lung trouble—or a threatening of it—and I'd better beat it to a warm, dry climate if I didn't want to hand in my checks. “So I packed up again, and worked my way as a stoker to South Africa. The job was as hot as Hades, but I stuck it till weegot to Capetown. Then Ideserted from the ship.” “And how did you get on in Af- rica?” inquired Jim Dalton. He felt that somethipg of interest was about to be revealed. The stranger wheeled around, and For after the attempted rob- it sounded just a smile. bery on himself trifié odd. “Girne her address!” The down- and-outer’s voice had miraculously reverted to the Cockney note. Even the appealing whine was there. “Gimme her address, guv'nor!” “Indeed, I'll do nothing of the sort— not in the meantime, anyway!” said Jim decidedly. Moreover, he .had 4 termined not to reveal theif cousin- ship until such time as the revelation would be unavoidable. “But I'll tell you what I'l! do for you. I'll com- municate with Lucy Smith—and dis. cover he? intentions in -the matter. An immensely disappointed - look v'erspread the other's face. It was clear he didn't wish a go-between. “Just fix it up so’s I can see her— fond of—and I like to hear “I didn't make & speciai hit in Af- resumed the other, candidly. “Of course”—he paused impressively ‘The She wasn't any good. Lazy—why, she actually want- His voice rose on a note of indignant protest. “And then—then she deserted me. Tt nearly killed me. For forward, “It wasn't you who deserted her?” A sly, sus- picious look came into his dark eyes, “Some one’s been talking,” he saié “Was her name Lucy Smith,” pur- ‘and was she tall striking-looking?” “[ thought there must be.” pursced Daiton, carefully noticing the other's every look, “because this woman has Did} siy, suspiciou: the stage? Here in London?” embling with excitement. | for me? ing) ges 1 Why, you pretended that you didn't even know ” Discretion bad tem- deverted was = fifty- “Then why should you want to look He knew the answer perfectly; but Over the latter phrase Jim had to > ~ : Ne PIM VEA SS __ eae Sus-| Women are 50 sentimental’ marked naively, “A interested in! M@eeting’ll Go the trick!” Lacy bad “strock bocky. He must are the spoils. Jim Dalien gripped the and him ream, Jing. Haven't you any decent clothes?” hocked them.” came thr candid derelict was her missing hussand— would clear things up and cxculpate himself from the Absurd position be was in. , ‘t going to effect this | meeting for tts sake of David Burke. | It, was for Shirley. Even though be was very angry with the girl, be wanted things set right. Me wanted to clear himself in her opinion And the solution to the mystery undoubtediy tar in this dishevelled, as g00d-for-nothing stranger! © “You're sure that you'll be there? At eleven o'clock * “ft isn't a kind of trap” The look was in bis eyes again. “You aren't goine to have— detectives—or the police—waiting “No—on my word of honor as a ntleman!” said Dalton reassuringty. He wondered vaguely if this ma would understand the meaning of the phrase. “Phen Ili be there” Before Jim ton could prevent him. be had scurried off ia the shadow of the Embankment and was of Salisbury, | lost to view, In a sige street near the Thames the stranger hailed a passing taxi. He gave the driver an address im Limehouse. “Gimme a pound.” the Jehu said, eyeing the down-and-outer with sus- picion. He didn't expect to cet his fare. To his intense surprise the money was forthcoming. “And drive as sharp as possible!™ the other said. His hands were trem- bling as though with ague. “A drug fiend, s'welp me,” said the ariver to himself, “and just about crazy, too!” He drove so fast that pretty soon they were in Limehouse. He deposited his fare before what appeared to be the entrance to a cel- lar, but was in reality a Chinese opium dem... * * . Dawn brok: daylizht came, The sun rose in the heavens. 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