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ALONE IN THE CAVE. pLORIA awoke with a start. She was alone in the cave Alone! Far below her, down in the gorge, she saw some- Moving! And that something, hing laboriously through depths drifts of joose Muffy snow, was a Now her thoughts raced again. was King. He was coming back her. + No; it was not King; it Swén Brodie! She began to violently, She had barely to draw back, to pull the Panvas closer to the rocks, to strive . to hide, If Brodie came now, if j@ found her alone—— ~ Tm time the man came closer and the first suspicion entered her mind that, after all, it might not be Brodie. He stopped; he was exhausted; he (Pulled off his hat and ran his hand lcross his face. Then, still bare- \headed, he looked up. It was Grat- ton! | He dead in his tracks; he head up and stared wildly; his mi dropped open, and In the ‘hock of the moment speech was de- him, She called again. “You! Had not the silence been complete his gasping voice would we failed to reach her; as it was iat teas. it. “You? Gloria’ PIE Gossaave I gone mad? Polo ‘tet aside the canvas flap; ‘he followed her into the cave. He camie forward and stood warm- his-‘nervous hands at her fire, his ‘eyes everywhere at once, * “And you,” he said, marvelling, “you actually came with a man like King into a place like this! “I wai a fool,’ cried Gloria. Pitiful little fool. Oh “You found King wasn’t your Kind,” he announced. “You have Avarrelied! “From the very beginning,” she re- plied quickly. “He is unthinkable, I would have left him long ago only “-” “Only there was no place to ¢ | chee finished it for her, “And he continued slowly, studying “you are willing to come with “Yes,"’ she told him unhesitatingly. “But,” he offered musingly, ‘you ‘Tefused me once and turned to him.” _ “Haven't I told you I was a fool? I didn’t know then quite what men were . some men,"’ * “Gloria!” he said hoarsely, wonderful! me!’* “I came to you," she said frankly, . use I was a woman in distress and had no alternative. That there ‘has ever been any unpleasantness be- tw-en us does not alter that fact. You understand me, don't you?’ \ He camie a step closer and the fire- Weht showed how the muscles of his roat were working. Gloria’s e: - But not yet did ful and not) yet did she fay, iratton,’* she began. "* he cried out, ‘‘Gloria!’* » Suddenly flung out, were She tore them away, rself free from him. But Gratton, his brain reeling with 'y, came on. “You were afraid of King. Yoy said that he made you do what he wanted. What about me? You are going to do What I tell you. I. . . By God, I will make you. Beast, you call me? jo more beast than any other man. I ‘uave wanted you all these years. You wanted me, or you would not Wve been so glad to see me, Only a days ago you were ready to marry 1 And now . . ‘arms groped for her. “you And you have come ~~) Mr © “Glo! His bi Feed Gloria swept up a dead pine limb that Iny swung it in both hands her flesh quivering. She saw men and then another two com- had heard and laughed, with more shuddersome it of rough hands upon her ‘than of a rifie-ball, broke away from cowering companion and came to, meet them. “I'm coming out," she cried out to Gratton, struggling already in the meshes. of the net drawing ever About him. pointed to Gloria eo pene pe finger. He éwallowea and moistened his lips to speak. Price found it first. She was with him. I made her show me the sack of 214. I was going to go back to your jeamp to tell _you"— “Cut it!" commanded Brodie, “Leave out the lies and talk straight and fast."’ Brodie returned and stood looking trom Gloria to Gratton. » “One of you knows,” he said short- jy. “Which one?’ “I swear to God"—— began Grat- fon. | “Shut up! Then it’s you? The little, shiny blue eyes, never so coldly evil, drew her own frightened eyes, and held them. ‘You ” “I don’t know! All I know'’—— “What you know I'll know, I'll choke it out of you"—— “7 tell you—if you keep your hands off me! I'll make a bargain you, I'll show you the place there’s gold there I don't care “happens to it—if you'll only to let me alone—to let me | Brodie laughed at her. SS pete am not sure what you'll Gloria, “I only that--oh, dear God, I hope you jl the gold In the world!” ran by Brodie toward the cave. she said, Already ve Jarrold were at her See if it will noid THE EVENING WORLD, _SAruspa®, JUNE Jackson Gregory. * Brodie set down his rifle, laid his big hagds on the boulder and, as if it haa weighed only ten pounds, tossed it out of the way. He knelt, feeling along the ground. A sudden shout burst from him: “Down here! there’s a dark That's where it is Night, pitch-black, had come when they had done. Gloria, scarcely ablo to stand from exhaustion, her body bruised, her hands and arms wounded from many a jagged rock, went wit} the others into the lowest cave i which already the gold had been stow- ed away. She sank down wearily; she closed her eyes rather than watch the men about their fire, eating noisily, drinking noisily, “Come here," commanded Brodie, She started., He was calling to her! She got up and moved forward slowly. It was obey or be dragged to him. In the pale light by the fire, standing 80 that the blaze was between the five men and herself, she stopped. Until now she had been very white; sud- denly she knew that her face must be flooded with bright red; she could feel the burn of it. The eyes of the men seemed veritably to disregard her clothes, to make her feel another Lady Godiva, “Gratton’s, then King’s, then Grat- ton's again?’ Brodie chuckled. “I don't care whose before Gratton's the first time; but whose after Gratton's the last time, that’s it! Who you for, Bright-Kyes? Me or Steve?’ “*No!"' she cried, her hands at her breast. “No! I am not like that! I was not Gratton’ Tam... am Mj King's wife!" “$o?" admitted Brodie good-humor- edly. ‘Well, that cuts no ice; it's open and shut you'd gone back to There's a big hole: ve underneath, Now ,come over here. she shuddered, ‘‘You don't dare make me! I. . . Oh, won't you let me go? You have your gold there; you have gold and whis- ke you don't want me.” . . . “Whiskey, gold, and, women," muttered Brodie. ‘They ko together fine. And quit that little schoolgirl dodge; you make me sick. If you wasn't what you are, you wouldn't be where you are. Come over here and give us a kiss." He jerked from his pocket a dull lump, one of the smaller rich nuggets. ‘‘I'm no pincher; come across and I'll give you a whole hand- ful of gold!" His tone was playful. Scream after scream burst from Gloria's lips; taut nerves seemed to snap all through her body like over- stressed violin strings, She ran, ran anywhere, ran blindly. She prayed to God in wild passion- ate supplication, She prayed for sud- den death, death before those horrid, crooked fingers touched her. But while she prayed to God it was of Mark King that she thought. And Mark King, because of her usage of him, was miles and miles away. At last she was at the end. The end of the passageway, the end of hope. Brodie came on, his arms out, She could hear him breathing. She could smell the whiskey he reeked with, . . . Brodie made the last step; she felt his hand on her arm, closing, drawing her forward; the last agonized shriek burst from her, “Oh, Goa- oh, dear God''——— She did not hear and Brodie did not hearken to a sudden new sound in the cave grown suddenly still; the sound of @ cascade of loose stones. They came with a rush, they piled up near the middle of the open cave, dropping from the shadowy rock roof above. But Benny, always on nerve edge, shrilled: “Look out! A cave in'’—— She heard—God had heard—Better crushed under a falling mountain than in those brute arms, And then she saw from ten feet above, straight down dropped some- thing else. Taut nerves of those who saw fancied it a great boulder falling. But no boulder this, which, striking the little pile of rocks, became ani- mated, rose, whirled, and— “*Mark!"’ screamed Gloria. ‘‘Mark!"* “JN get you, King. I'll get you,” “GLORIA SWEPT UP A DEAD PINE LIMB AND STRUCK HIM FULL ACROSS THE FACE.” shouted Brodie, his voice exulting, “I always wanted to get you—right!"" There was a crash, the splintering of wood against steel. Both men had struck together; Brodie's club had broken to splinters. And the rifle barrel in King's hands flew out of his grip and across the cave, ringing out as it struck, ‘The two men, their hands empty, stood a moment staring at each other. Then Brodie shouted, a great shout of triumph, and sprang forward. They were on their feet, staggering up and down, two men moulded to- together like one man. Brodie struck blow after blow, and with every thud Gloria winced and felt a pain through her own body. And still King held his grip, both hands sunk deep into the thick throat. They were apart, two blind, stag- gering men. What parted them they did not know and Gloria could not see. Thus they stood for a second only. It was King who gathered him- self first and struck first. All of the will he had, all of the enduraneg left in his battered ‘body,’ all’ -of the strength God gave him, he put into that blow, He struck Brodie full in the face, between the little battered blue eyes, And Brodie fell, He roso; he got to his knees and sagged up and forward, King's shout then waa to ring through Gloria's memory for days to come; he bore down on Swen Brodie, caught him about the grea: body, lifted him clear of the floor and hurled him downward. Brodie struck heavily, his head against the y Tocks. And where he fell he lay— stunned or dead, “Come,” said King to Gloria, “come quick.'’ ON THE HEIGHTS, Gloria did not know if she had slept or fainted. When she regained consciousness, though it was pitch dark and dead still, there was no first puzzled moment of uncertainty. That last wonderfully glad thought which had filled brain and heart when she sank down on“her fir-boughs had per. sisted throughout her moments or Newlyweds ? OW can you tell when newlywed H couples arrive in New York? “You can’t,” quickly reply the honeymooners with a toss of their heughty heads; ‘twe-behave just like anybody else and ag if we had been married fifty years." “But you can spot 'em every time,” say the authorities at the hotels of this city. largest “Young or old, it’s all the same. 1 know the newlyweds the moment | set eyes on them, despite their cun- ning masquerading,’’ chuckled the Assistant Station Master at the Penn- sylvania Railroad Station, while the head gateman at the Grand Central winked, - But how do these hotel and railroad people “spot ‘em''? Potatoes do not try to masquerade av cabbages, Flour is flour, And y newlyweds usually try hard to give every indication of being anything but what they are, Miss Cora Morlan of the Astor Hotel probably meets more newlyweds than any other woman in this cit “One of the first things I notice about newlyweds is the fact that a bride always hangs back and remains in the background when the groom fteps up to register,’ said Miss Mor- lan, ‘The old gal who has been mar ried a long time steps right up to the cesk with hubby, wants to know the price of the room, whether it is a southern exposure, and all about everything. “Then the groom usually registers as John So and So and with » quick after-thought adds ‘AND WIFE. “Newlyweds also have a habit of ordering thetr meals sent to their rooms, If the bride decides to come hours of unconsciousness, her sub-conscious self flowering spontaneously in an awak. ening mind: Mark King had come back to her he had battled for her like the great. hearted hero that he was, he had saved her and had brought her home. Back home! She had prayed to God when utter undoing seemed inevitable, when death had seemed more desir- able than life, and He had answered. He had sent Mark Ring to her! pervading Never, thank God, would she for- get how Mark King, forgetful of self, contemptuous of the frightfdl. odds against him, had hurled himself into the midst of those drunken brutes; never would she forget how godlike he had stood forth in her eyes as those others leaped upon him and he beat them back. To her now he stood forth clothed in magnificence. She could think upon him only in superlatives. He’ was fearless and he was unselfish; he was kind and generous and as honest- hearted as God's own clear sunshine. She knew now, suddenly and for the first time, because he had shown her, what the simple word man meant. How far apart he stood from such as Brodie, the beast! How high above such as Gratton! lA “Mark!” she called softly. In the utter dark she could see nothing. ‘The absolute stillness was unbroken he called anxiously: “Mark, where are you?’ There was no answer. She *prang up: and called to him over and over. When still there was no reply she began a hurried ‘search for a match; there were still vome upon the rock shelf. Then it was that she stumbled over some- thing sprawling on the floor. “Mark!"’ she cried again, Mark"'-—— She found a match; she got some dry twigs blazing. In their light she “Oh— saw him. He lay on his back like a dead man, his arms outflung, his white face turned up toward hers. ‘There was a great smear of blood across his brow, the track of a bloody hand as it had sought to wipe a gath- ering dimness out of his eyes. |The fire burned brighter; she saw it glisten upon a little pool of blood at her side, She knelt and bent over him, scarcely breathing. All night long she ministered to King, going ‘back and forth tirelessly, since love and hope inspired every step she made, At a little before dawn Gloria, stooping over the fire, started erect and whirled about. King's eyes were She ran to him, dropping on ses beside him, catching up his hand, whispering: ; “Mark! Oh, Mark—thank God!'t The truth came upon him at last, dawning slowly, slowly, ) “Gloria!” ‘an you forgive, Mark?" And now, when their eyes clung to- gether as their hands were already clinging, each was marvelling that the other could forgive and love one who had €rred so. (THE END.) 1922, the Bell Syndicate, (Copyright, A Very Different Kind of |] Detective Story. | With a Thrill anda Genuine | Surprise in Every Chapter. Begins in gloriously, in her moment of perit; The Partners Predict the Passing of the Slogan arid Sign Habits With the Re- turn of Business Normalcy. The ‘“‘Mollyannas” Are Having a Hard Time of It, They Think, So Long as Pros- perity Is Delayed. EOPLE . seems to got a 6eé < whole lot more confi- dence in brogans than they used to when I was a young feller, Mawruss,” Abe Potash said as he mopped his bald head one warm morn- ing recently. “You mean slogans, ain’t it?” Morris Perlmutter cor- rected. “Brogans, slo- g an s—what’s |, the difference?” } Abe continued, “which if_ these here card with SAFETY FIRST or KEEP SMILING is going to make a reckless SCHLEMIEL careful or turn a grouch like you into a good natured feller like me, Mawruss, then all I can say is that I am going to have a sign fixed with GROW HAIR painted on it, and after it has been hanging six months over my desk, y’under- stand, | expect to be all set for going on the concert stage as a professional pianist except for knowing how to play the piano.” “That part should ought fo be easy, Abe,” Morris Perlmutter re- plied. “All you've got to do is to, have another sign painted, read- ing, BE MUSICAL, and keep on saying to yourself, ‘I’m musical, Km musical,’ and in a few days’ time. v’understand, sure enough you WOULD be musical. That's what they call NEW THOUGHT. whereas the old thought Was that to be musical you had to take any- how six music lessons.” > NEW THOUGHT is what they call all this here slogan stuff like KPEP SMILING, WHY WORRY?" Abe asked. “Well it's DOCH one of the symp- toms of NEW THOUGHT, although most of the people which has got such faith in them slogans probably ain't never heard of NEW THOUGHT and don’t know they're affected by it,” Morris said, “but then there’s a whole lot of people going round with other sweet poisons in their systems and ain't never heard of diabetes, Abe, and also, Abe, they don't know they're af- fected by it neither, but they ARE. THE “VOICE WITH A SMILE” IN COURT. “Which you could take it from me, 24, 1922, ce case of diabetes of Ready.’ ” Abbe, anybody who believes that stick- ing up @ sign with KEEP SMILING on it is going to make you give three cheers whenever you reecive a can- cellation instead of a check, y’under- stand, is a regular Mollyanna with a bad case of diabetes of the mind.” “Harris Immerglick is very strong for them slogans, Mawruss,"’ Abe re- marked. ‘‘His office is all cluttered ‘up with DO rT NOW cards, and when I called there last week to see why he hadn't delivered us them passemen- terie revers he. promised us a month ago, he was just tacking up another sign with something about a GO GETTER on tt.”” “He'd better go get a lawyer if he holds us up any longer on them de- liveries,” Morris temarked, “and he shouldn’t jolly himself that 1T’S THE VOICE WITH A SMILE- THAT WINS, not in a New York City Mu- nictpal Court, anyway, because I give that feller just five days more, Abe, and I'll get judgment against him » sure as my name's Mawruss Perl- mutter.” “But, Mawru Abe protested, “Immerglick has had a strike on in his factory for over a month now."” “What!” Morris exclaimed. “Im- merglick has got a strike on in his factory! Why, Abe, you must be mis- taken, The last time I was in Im- merglick’s factory he had posted up a lot of framed slogans like LOYALTY. This is YOUR factory as well as your employer's. Help to make it busy. Give a good day’s work for a good day's pay.” “And they went on strike for ten cents an hour more at that,"” Abe sald, ‘“Immerglick told me so him- self. He's got a model factory there with every sewing machine labelled: “Be Careful, Save Yourself from Injury. Remember Your Family, “Also, he didn’t allow no lunch ped- lers to come into his shop with dill pickles on account dill pickles is un- sanitary and everything, and still his operators struck on him for ten cents more an hour and that’s gratitude for you, Mawruss. EVERYTHING that feller did to make his employees con- tented.’ “Excepting pay the more an hour, Abe,’ ten cents Morris said, “which it ain't so long since I used to was working for wages myself, Abe, and I can remember when I was a designer by old man Polak how even in them days he had very ad- They ¢ Can’t Deceive These N. Y. Lookouts a ee, CABS AND TUNNELS ARE ABOUT THE ONLY SAFE PLACES FOR NEWLYWEDS TO QUIT MAS- QUARADING. down to, breakfast she always gives herself away by wearing some brand new afternoon frock, while Madame, the experienced wife, dons something rather older and less conspicuousefor early morning. “Sometimes hotel people have al- most overlooked the newlyw laughed Miss Morlan, ‘and passed them off for a married couple of sev- eral years' time, when along comes some comic correspondence which gives them away, On the outside of the envelope some humorist writes, ‘For the newlyweds’ or aa anyelope By Fay Stevenson will be addressed ‘MR. AND MRS." It is too bad, however, that young couples try to disguise the fact that they are newlyweds for it Is really an advantage to them. Waiters and waitresses give them better attention and the orchestras will play the Wed- ding March and more appropriate music,"* The Assistant Station Master at the Pennsylvania Station declared, ‘‘We can always spot newlyweds by the very unnatural attitude they take. They have that turtle-dove manner which is suppressed only by the pub- licity of everything. Then, too, of course, the fact that everything is brand new gives them away. “Sometimes just when the honey- moonérs think they are putting it over and nobody has discovered they are just wed, out will fall a heap of confetti or a goodly amount of rice from some fold of the bride's dress or the bridegroom's unthought-of pocket or hat brim. “Andther way we station masters spot newlyweds is the fact that the groom never allows the bride to touch any of the baggage. Porters and bell- boys galore surround them while the old married man usually manages to get his wife to carry the heaviest suitcase and all the boxes,"’ Sometimes the very fact that bride and groom refrain from public spoon- ing gives them away, There is a cer- tain marked rigidness which tells their secret as plainly as if Cupid were sitting between them. “Don't put your arm around me Jerry, everybody will know we have just been married,’ whispers the sweet girl bride as husband and wife mount the top of a Fifth Avenue bus apd @ybby tieg to wind his acm “DON'T PUT YOUR ARM AROUND ME, JERRY; EVERYBODY WILL KNOW WE'VE JUST BEEN MAR- RIED.” around the back of the seat. While it is true engaged couples never care who sees them spooning, bride an¢ Broom says it's different when you are married, Taxicabs and tunnels in trolleys or upon scenic railways are about the only safe places for newly- weds to quit masquerading. “Bone glasses and goggles keep one from looking like a mooncalf and Johnnie sometimes puffs a cigarette right in his bride's face just to show that she doesn’t care and they've been married ages—perfect ages.” APROPOS OF THE SLOGAN HABIT NYBODY who believes that sticking up @ sign with ‘Keep Smiling’ on it is going to make you gfve three cheers whenever you reccive a cancellation instead of a check is a regular Mollyanna with a bad the mind.’” vanced {deas. “He was probable one of the first garment manufacturers to figure that by getting up an Employees’ Mutual Welfare Association with one picnic in the summer and a dance in the winter, he could contribute a couple of hundred dollars to the funds of the association and duck giving the oper- ators a raise. “Immerglick was away ahead of his time in that respect, Abe, but so was his operators. They figured that a picnic wasn’t in it with a strike as an employees’ mutual benefit proposition, and I don't know but what they was right.” KING SOLOMON’S SLOGAN. “Well, I'll tell you, Mawruss,’’ Abe ~. “Tf some one should give me a sign reading ‘Do It Now,’ { would want to pull another sign on him reading ‘I Will Do It When I Get Good and “There ain’t hardly one slogan which pudlic spirited siteons in America hang up in their offices that back in the Old Country King Solomon didn’t say the same thing in the Book of Proverbs already.” “Drunkenness a8 @ cause of poverty has absolutely disappeared. People ‘are poor only for the simple reason that they ain’t got no money. same way with insanity. Former times people got insane from drunkenness. Now they get insane because they are crazy.” EY It’s the Worry, was to be developed from a slogan into a jaw, making worrying 9 misdemeanor punishable by a fine of not more than a thoupand dollars er imprisonment for not more than one year or both. Why, take this here slogan: “Look Not Upon the Wine When 't Is Red” and on the strength of it—which is more than one-half of 1 per cent. a lot of well-meaning people got tu- gether and framed or rather framnd up the Prohibition law. They said that Drunkenness made Poverty, Mawruss, and they was right.’’ “And now that Drunkenness his been done away with by law, Abe, [ “IT’S THE OLD STORY OF PUTTING UP A SIGN WITH ‘WET PAINT’ ON IT. EVERYBODY WANTS TO TOUCH THE PAINT TO SEES IF IT REALLY WOULD BE WET YET.” said, “people which has got the slo- gan habit like Immerlick is up against a whole lot of other people which not only don’t believe in signs, but get awful sore at a sign when they see 6ne. For instance, I've got such a nature, Mawruss, that {f some one would give me a sign reading, DO IT NOW, y'understand, I would want to pull another sign on him reading, I WILL DO IT WHEN I GET GOOD AND READY. “Also, Mawruss, I have no doubt that some of the fellers which drives trucks with a SAFETY FIRST sign on them, just couldn’t help stepping on the gas whenever they look at such & sign. It’s the old story of putting up a sign with WET PAINT on it. Everybody wants to touch the paint to seo if it really would be wet yet.” “For that matter, Abe»there ain't hardly one slogan which public spirited sitsons in America hangs up in their offices, that back in the Old Country, King Solomon didn't say the same identical thing In the Book of Proverbs already," Morris remarked, “King Solomon said: “Sufficient for the day is the evil thereof, and Harris Immerglick says: Why Worry, and after you and me has. read them both, Abe, we lay awake half the night wondering if the Surprise Store, Bridgetown, Pa, would send us another cancellation, or if they DO accept the goods, whether or not they wouldn't bust up on us."* “Look Not Upon the Wine.’’ “Well, it ain't Harris Immerglick’s fault nor King Solomon's neither that you and me read both their slogans and didn’t pay no attention to them, Abe,"’ Morris said. “Sure, I know,” agreed Abe. ‘*You ‘and me has got ‘worrying dispositions contiue to worry if Immerglick’s slogan: Why, and we would Harris suppose there ain't no more Poverty, Morris suggested. “Sure there is, but that ain't M) Volstead’s fault, Mawruss,"* Abe sai! “Drunkenness as a cause of Povert has absolutely disappeared. Nowada) people are poor only for the simpl: reason that they ain't got mo moncy It's the same with Insanity. Foi mer times people got insane fre drunkeness. Now they get insane because they are crazy," “Well, it’s been pretty hard going for all these here Mollyannas with the framed slogan habit during the past two years, Abe," Morris sald. “They've done their best to make the business people of the country smilie and iook happy during the business depression we've been having. , They've been telling us to talk Prosperity and think Prosperity and the first thing you know we'll GET PROSPERITY, and yet, Abe, for all the success they've had, they might just as well advise us to try to talk and think four per cent. alcohol into a bottle of near-beer.” “still, Mawruss, them framed slo gans and bill board notices advisine people which ain't got jobs an gouldn t get them, to go to work, does a lot of good in one way," Abe de. clared, ‘They anyhow keep the printers, sign painters and bill posters busy during what would be otherwise a pretty slack season,” “And this here slogan habit is only temporary condition due to hard times, anyway," Morris concluded “which when everybody gets busy again, Abe, I bet yer that the most Harris Immerglick and all them other slogan hounds would blow thery- selves to in the way of a Mollyanna notice, y'understand, will be a large unframed sign reading: NO SMOK- ING." (Copyright,1922,the Bell Syndicate, Inc.)