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ft t i i n W A "19 end SYNOPSIS. Congressman Standlsh and the Woman, telieving; themselves In love, spend a trial week as man and wife In a hotel In northern New York under assumed sunei. The Woman awakens to the (act that she does not love Standlsh and calls their engagement off. Standlsh protests undying: devotion. Wanda Kelly, tele phone girl at the Hotel Keswick, Wash ington, la loved, by Tom Blake, son of the political boas of the house. He proposes marriage and U refused. She gives as oaa of her reasons her determination to mK revenge on Jim Blake for ruining her Father, Congressman Frank E. Kelly. Congressman Standlsh, turned insurgent. la fighting the Mulling bill, a measure U the Interests of the railroads. The a ahlna is seeking means to discredit Sf&nd tah in the hope of pushing the bill through. Robertson, son-in-law ot Jim Blake, and the tatter's candidate for speaker of the house, tries to win Stand lsh over, and failing, threatens to dig Into his past. Jim Blake finds out about the episode of five years back fit the northern New York hotel. He secures all the facts except the name of the Woman and proposes to use the story as a club to force Standlsh to allow the Mulllns bill to pass. Tom Blake and his father have a family row over the father's pcii'Scal the ories. Jim Blake lays a tra? to secure the name of the Woman. He tells Miss Kelly that he is going to have a talk with tandlsh, and that a Its conclusion the lat ter will call up a nuTnber onthe telephone to wara the Woman. He offers Miss Kelly 1100 for that number. At the conclusion of the interview with Blake, Standlsh gets a New York wire and calls Plaza fOOl. A few minutes later Robertson tells Miss Kelly to call Plaza 1001 and get his wife or cne of the servants on the phone. Miss Kelly refuses to give Jim Blake the number called by Standlsh' Blake has a tory of the Standlsh episode prepared ready to send out as soon as the Wom .n's name Is learned. Tom Blake tells hi, father of his love for Wanda Kelly, and a family row ensues. Blake's daugh ter Grace arrives with her husband, Gov ernor Robertson. Miss Kelly calls on Grace to warn her that her. good name is threatened by impending exposure of Standlsh and Is Insulted for her pains. Grace appeals to Standlnh to give up the fight In order to protect her name. He refuses. Grace sends ifor Miss Kelly, apologizes for her ruleness and begs Wanda's asistance. Wanda declares she will nver betray the Woman. CHAPTER XV. A Wasted Plea. Grace started guiltily at her hus band's troubled question. He took h face betweec his hands and raised U to the light. "You're ill!" he exclaimed in quick read. "You look actually ghastly. Ehall I send fer a doctor?" "What nonsense!" she laughed. "I'm, all right Just a little tired. A good night's sleep will put me on my feet again." "I've buried myself so deep in poll-' tics," he frowned self-accusingly, "that I hadn't sense enough to remember that you might be worn out and might want to go to Tied. But I didn't notice that you looked badly at the station. It wasn't till Just now when the light happened to strike your face Oh, but Tm glad to se you here again, sweet heart!" "Really?" the asked almost timidly; drinking in her husband's words as a condemned man might gaze on his last sunset. "Glad?" he cried. "Indeed I am. Tm afraid I'll never get past the honey moon Btage. You don't want me to, do fou?" "I wonder," she faltered, "if you'd never met me if you'd " "I'd never have known what I miss ed. That's where nature is kind. Peo ple who miss the real love never know. We only know when we've tound it." "But," she pursued, "when people find out too late afterward That's the bitterest thing in life, I should think. It isn't easy to judge people .omen, especially who find out too late and and who try then to get their birthright of happiness in spite of everything." "Such people have lost their birth right," he answered. "They've sold It for a mess of pottage. That's one of the problems of the ages, Grace. And man has made laws to govern it. Laws that are wise and " . "And often bitterly cruel." "LawB are for the many. Not for the few. And the few must obey them for the good of the many. But I didn't live the rest of the crowd the slip. Just to bore you by discussing ethics. Was it foolish of me to run away, imply to have a few extra minutes with ycu? I've been fighting so ' hard" "And fighting fairly, too, I know. Dear, you'd never take an unfair ad vantage of " "Politics," answered Mark, "iz war. And war i3 the science of finding the weakest point in your enemy's armor and hammering away at it till he yields. For instance, we've just found the weakest sort of spot in Standish's armor and " "You have? What is it?" "There are only two weak spots in most men's armor. One is money crookedness. The other is women. In .-Standish's case it was a woman. An affair he got tangled up in five ;-ears ago." "And you'll -stoop to use such a veapon as that?" she cried indignant ly. "Why not? He'd use the same sort cf weapon against us, fast enough; II he had it." "But that isn't fair fighting, Mark. It's disgusting scandal." "That's his lookout, not ours. If he chanced to know something dam aging In my private life, he'd use It In a minute." "But If I askd you If I begged you " "Doa't ask tne, dear. This is one of the things you don't understand. You'll Isvre U tt la me." 17 A Ik it 'J7J Albert P&ysoh Terliune, foumfedo? William C.dc MillaPlay xxy Illustrated with ) Photo? 1km tficPqy iswngs' gy Ki.Damcr "Perhaps," she retorted desperately, "I may understand It far better than you do. You say there's a woman con cerned in it This scandal will pillory her and " "That type of woman bekrags In the pillory." "You are cruel!" she cried. "You yourself admit that there la a chance the Woman may have repented. Are you going to refuse her the benefit of that chance?" "The chance is too small to be con sidered. Don't let's talk of It You can't" "Then," sh continued, unheeding, "There's bo. w-e thing else you don't con sider. Sa may have married. She may be the wife of some honorable man who loves her and thinks she is perfect. All his heart and all his Ideals may be bound up In her. Are you going to ruin his life, too?" "Dear," sneered Mark, "the sort of fool who marries women of that kind (like the man who teaches his wife to be a 'dead game sport') deserves what he gets. And generally he gets it. Though, In both cases, he doesn't always find it out. Don't waste sym pathy on him. If he married her he probably knew what she was. If he didn't know, it's time he learned. No sane man should want to live in a fool's paradise." "But her family! Her parents? Her brothers or sisters? Surely they aren't to blame. And they will be disgraced, too." "Such things are rather apt to run., in families. Cankered flowers don't grow from clean roots. You're wast ing a lot of sympathy over a woman and a man who are unworthy to speak your dear name. There are your fa ther and the rest, getting out of the elevator now. Go, to bed, dear girl, and try to get a good rest. Don't sit up for me. I'll probably be up all night on this Standlsh affair. Good night sweetheart" As he bent to kiss her, her arms clung to his neck like a frightened child's. She tried to speak, faltered, and hurried from the room. CHAPTER XVI. Sixty Seconds Leeway. In they trooped, Jim Blake at their head Van Dyke, Neligan, Gregg, and (sulkily bringing up the rear) Tom. Grace had quitted the library at her husband's order. Now, starkly un ashamed of the eavesdropper's role, she was standing tense, expectant, her ear to the closed door Jeading to the inner rooms. Through the thin panel she could hear every syllable from the library. Her own name was the first word she caught. "Grace turned in?" Jim Blake was asking; and Robertson replied: "Yes. She's all tired out. We can talk freely here. No one will inter- She Tried to Speak, Faltered, and Hurried From the Room. rupt. Sit down. The cigars are over there. And here's the Scotch." "Has Standish been around yet?" queried Van Dyke. "Oh, he'll be hero all right," vouch safed Blake, befor Mark could an swer. "He knows wVve got him in a hole. He'll" "But have we?" argued Van Dyke "As far as I can see, it's still the other way around." "It's bad enough to be delayed by anything," fumed Mark. "But it's ten times worse when we're blocked by a damned little by the person, who got J this information," he corrected him self, catching a warning glint irem Blake's half-shut eyes. "Whatever the price la' suggested Oreen. "I say pay It! Pay it and save time." "No," contradicted Blake, his gfcnee shifting aa if by accident to Tom. "Her the the pric is too high." "Too high?" snorted Neligan on whom the undercurrent of Dlake's re fusal was entirely lost "It's the first time we've ever economized." Before Blake could reply the buzzer sounded. "There's Standlsh, now," said Jim. Let him In, Neligan. Take the lead from me, all of you. And don't dis grace me by acting like wild asses of the desert" Neligan, In obedience to his chief, had opened the outer door. Standish, after a quick and seemingly Indifferent look that . itemized the room's occu pants, walked forward. Neligan care fully closed the door tahind him. The men nodded stiffly, uncomfort ably, in response to the visitor's slight bow. "Good vening,' gentlemen," said Standlsh pleasantly. "This setting of the stages seems tt tuggest Daniel in the lions' den. I hope none of you has made the error of casting me for the role of Daniel." Neligan's lips flew apart with the force of a retort that leaped to them. But the words were never formulated. For Blake, beaming on the newcomer like a father upon his dearest loved son, exclaimed affectionately: "Why, how are you, my boy? How are you? Take a chair. Neligan, get him a" "Thanks," declined Standish. "I can talk better on my feet." "Oh!" deprecated Blake, in pathetic disappointment. "You've come to talk? I was hoping you had come to " "To lie down?" supplemented Stand ish. "Well," answered Blake oracularly, "the man who lie down can get up again. But the man who is knocked down, Is apt to take the count." "The question is this, Mr. Standish," broke In Mark, impatiently at his father-in-law's slower method of reach ing the point "Will you support us, or will you not?" "I will not," returned Standish. "Or at least resign your leader ship?" "No. I thought we had settled all that." "Then," asked Van Dyke, "you are I prepared to take the consequences, Mr. Standish?" "If there are consequences yes." "Oh, there'll be consequences, all right," Blake assured him. "Hell's full of 'consequences.' So you won't even protect the Woman?" "You haven't found her yet" . "No?" smiled Blake. "Son, I told you there was a trap. Well, it caught her. And we'll have her name in half an hour at most. Probably sooner. If you think that's a bluff, you're wel come to. But you've only a half-hour to keep on thinking it." "Look here, gentlemen," said Stan dish, turning to the others. "All this does not interest me in the least. I came here tonight for just one rea son to appeal to your sense of jus tice." A ripple of derision from his hearers stirred his slow voice to slightly faster measure. "You can't beat me," he went on. "And you know it as well as I do. I am secure. But, for the sake of others. I ask you not to make political capital out of something in my private life." Gregg's loose mouth parted in a grin. Neligan laughed aloud. But Mark Robertson could see no humor in the situation. "You're wrong, Standish," he de clared. "This scandal will beat you." "Let us suppose, for argument's sake, that it would," agreed Standish. "Can't I appeal to your honor? Won't you fight fairly?" "We'll publish the truth," retorted Mark. "If that's unfair." "It is unfair. If not to me, then to the Woman." "It in too late to go into that matter now, Mr. Standish. Your, presence here tonight is, by Itself, strong proof against ycu; If further proof were needed." Standish made a gesture cf-weary impatience. "Proof?" he echoed. "I don't deny the story. You wouldn't dare use it If you couldn't prove it. But, gentle men, there comes a time even in poli tics when we've got to be men first and politicians afterward." "Then," suggested Blake, "be a man. Give up the fight." "No," replied Standish, "I won't be blackmailed. The affair was over and lone with before I asked the people to accept me as their leader. Long be fore. It has no bearing on my pres ent fitness." "That's your misfortune," sneered Mark. ' "The people have a right to know who represent them. In the newspaper articles we have prepared, there are no facts we cannot prove; your affair with the Woman your failure to carry out your pledge to marry her " "Then the story Is written?" ex claimed Standish. "It is in type," put in Van Dyke, "and waiting our word to send it out to the whole country." "I see." mused Standish. "And I see how such a story will be handled in print. You'll use every trick of sug gestion, every fact Inferring a He " "And," cried Mark, "it will beat you. It will beat you, man and that' what we've been working for, for years." "I'm not beaten yet." retorted Stand ish. "And I advise you. Governor Rob ertson, to be careful " "Oh, we shall be careful," returned Van Dyke. "The proprietor of the ho tel is coming tonight. The hotel vhere Mr. and Mrs. Fowler ware registered. We may not need him to identify her. But he'll be on hand ia case we do. Take my word for It, Mr. Standish, you'll save a great deal of unneces sary trouble if youH quietly step down and out" If 1 did." said Staadiah, 1 would be politically dead. Yo know that" "You're politically dead, anyway," insisted Mark. "If this story will beat you tonight it will beat you 20 years from today. Particularly if this Wom an proves to be what shall we call ltr a trifle off color?" "Robertson!" "Ah! That hurts, does It? Then It'B probably true. If the Woman is the kind that that would not do you credit, you can understand how much more effective it will be." "You are wrong!' denied Standish. "She is of good family. She" "She may have been a good woman when you found her," said Mark. "But there must have been a bad streak in her, somewhere. You left her to sink as low as I expect to find her and " "Drop that, Mark!" burst out Tom Blake, Jumping from his eeat and con fronting his brother-in-law. "Don't! I can't listen to it any longer. Standish is right. What you men are doing is vile. If you've got a 6crap of man hood left In the whole bunch of you, you won't drag this Woman into your dirty schemes. I " "Oh," drawled Blakfj with the air of a sleepy man bothered by a fly, "for the Irtve of Mike, don't you butt in! "Thanks," Declined Standlsh, "I Can Talk Better on My Feet" The situation's punk enough as it is, without your laying your trophies of idiocy at its feet." "Idiocy?" flared Tom. "Perhaps common decency's a better term. Or perhaps in your vocabulary the two mean the came thing. You men are known as political leaders. The pub lic looks to you for examples. And yet you Btoop to a currish trick like this! Isn't there enough whiteness in the whole lot of you for a single voice to protest against such use of a wom an's name? You've just been told she's of good family. That she has a name to lose. And you answer: . 'Po litical necessity!' You know this story will destroy at least two lives. Prob ably several more. And again you an swer: Political necessity: xou have the power to ruin these lives. If you use that power, I tell you now, one and all my father as well ae the rest I'm ashamed to have breathed the same air with you!" "Good night, Tom," drawled Blake, no so much as troubling to glance in his irate son's direction. "No," corrected Tom, "good-by." "It's up to you," yawned Blake. "Good-by," reiterated Tom, stamp ing from the room and slamming the outer door of the suite behind him. The others stared after him in dull wonder. But an exclamation from their host suddenly shifted their attention. "Grace!" cried Mark in surprised disapproval. She had come, unnoticed, from her hiding place behind the inner door and was standing among them before they were aware of her presence. "Mark!" she panted. "I I heard what Tom said. And he was right. You must not " "Please keep out of this, Grace," re quested her husband in dire embar rassment. "You don't know anything about it. You couldn't possibly " EZ3C DOC NAPOLEON WROTE OF DEEDS Great Soldier Told How He Used to Play on the Feelings of His Soldiers. Great interest has been aroused among military students and histo rians through the publication by Col. Ernest Picard of a selection from hitherto unknown military maxims and precents dictated by Napoleon during his Imprisonment at St. Hel ena, The emperor attached great weight to tact and skil n the treatment of soldiers. "When I used to say," he wrote, "as I rode through the lines in the heat ot battle, 'Unfurl your flags; the mo meat has come,' the French soldier simply shook with eagerness. "At such a moment nothing seemed Impossible to me. The Thirty-second demibrigade would have died to a man for me, because after Lonato I wrote, 'The Thirty-second was there, and I was at ease.' The power of words on men is astonishing." The following is Napoleon's Idea of a general: "In time of war men are nothing. It is one man who is everything. A 1 &d" sht denied. Tve heard And" ( "Grace, dear girl." soothed , Elako. "This is muddy business at best It's no time for you to be here. YouU only soil those pretty hands of yours." "It is the time for me to be here!" she declared. "I can see this from the Woman's standpoint. You men can't" "There is nothing in common be tween your standpoint and that ot the Woman we are talking about," protest ed Mark. "Tom was right!" she persisted. "You must not sink to using this fctory. If-" The whirr of the buzzer Interrupted her. At such high tension wore they all that the Bound made them turn as though to confront a ' physical irts enco. Neligan strode to the door, coii-ferrt-d.foi an ' instant with fioxa one outside, then returned with a blip ot blue paper in his hand. "The duplicate 41st of phono num bers from central," he announced, turning over tho paper to Van Dyke. "Good," approved Blake. "Not we'll get to what we're chasing. And we'll get it mighty quick." Van Dyke and Neligan were already poring over the sheet of numbers that the lawyer had Just spread on tiya table under the lamp. "Now, then, Standish," exulted Rob ertson; "we're ready to Wfcgin. One of these numbers leads directly to the Wsiwi We'll put a man at work tracing swich one of them. In a few hours at longest we will have what we want. And wtia we find the Woman we'll lay bare e-rry oilrd page in her life and in yours." . . It was Standish wtoR broke the mo ment's silencs. "Very well, Robertson," he said calmly. "I've done whAt I promised to do. And I have failed. You drive me now to the use of your own weapons. I shall have to fiht ex posure with exposure, K "No, no!" moaned Grace, incoherent with fear. Mark Robertson had caught up Standish's defiance and had atepped forward to confront him. "In other words, Mr. Standish." b? demanded, "you threaten me? That'n an empty threat. There is nothing io my life you have not already shoutatf from the housetops." "Don't be too sure," warned Stantf i6h, meeting Mark's scornful glar with unconcern. "What do you mean? Speak up!" "Mr. Standlsh!" pleaded Grace. 7 beg" "Don't worry, dear," Bald Mack. "Ii him bluff. I'll call him. Mr. StaffcMslx, I give you full permission to use any weapon that I use. If you know any thing against m, tell it here and now. Here, In my wife's presence. Yon know our cards. Show yours." Standish's gaze strayed, as if by chance, to Grace's ghastly face. "Well?" urged Mark. "Speak uj,l We're waiting!" At sight of the mortal terror Grace's eyes, Standish checked ths words that were on his lips. Turnin away from the domineering man wh so truculently confronted him, he mu? tered : "I'll choose my own time!" "I thought so!" scoffed Mar. "You're licked. This is your last fight From tenight you're a dead man, po litically. And if we have to hunt out woman or two to keep you dead, we's' do It." Van Dyke had glanced from the tel phono list to his watch. "We've just time enough to cateTf the last editions of the morning pers," said he. "I told Jennings ta hold a wire ready " ' "What?" exclaimed Standish. "YouT go ahead without the Woman's namet" "Yes," answered Van Dyke. "Sln?; we've an absolute certainty, now. uf getting it. We can afford to do the, and publish the name tomorrow. TJ' Jennings to send out the story. TsP him we're holding the Woman's narrn and that we won't glva it out unlem Standish denies the sterje. By the tlr4 he can get his denial i-.n print we'l have the name." 1 "Good!" asserted Robertson, catcJj lng up the telephone. "Hello! Gir me" "Mark!" begged Grace. "Oh, I iw plore you don't " "4400 Main." (TO BE CONTINUED.) -V" i XZZJ great general is not an ordinary man Military genius is a gift from heave but the most essential quality for f commander-in-chief is firmness o? character and the resolution to wbr at all costs." Next to the qualities of the coo mander, whose surest way of wlo ning was, he thought, "to exaggemU , one's own forces and minimize thoat of the enemy," Napoleon considero a strong artillery the prime facto? ts success. "If I had had 30,000 more rounds o the evening of Leipzig, I should todaj be master of the world." In speaking of a national army, ft which he was, of course strongly it favor, Napoleon Insisted that "all Frenchmen should consider the laws of conscription necessary and sacred, if they do not wish to see their homo devastated." Millions Spent for Soda. Authorities in the drug business tlmat the number of soda fountain in use in the United States at not less than 75.000 and they are said to ref resent an investment of $50,000,004 The annual receipts of these bui plies of soft drinks saajr total f Ii4 MEAT CLOGS KIDNEYS THEN YOUR BACK HURTS Take a Glass of Salts to Flush Kid neys If Bladder Bothers You Drink Lots of Water. No man or woman who eats meal regularly can make a mistake by flush ing the kidneys occasionally, says a well-known authority. Meat forms uric acid which excites the kidneys, they become overworked from the strain, get sluggish and fail to filter the waste and poisons from the blood, then we get sick. Nearly all rheu matism, headaches, liver trouble, ner vousness, dizziness, sleeplessness and urinary disorders come from sluggish kidneys. The moment you feel a dull ache in the kidneys or your back hurts or If the urine is cloudy, offensive, full of sediment, Irregular of passage or at tended by a sensation of scalding, stop eating meat and get about four ounces of Jad Salts from any pharmacy; take a tablespoonful in a glass of water before breakfast and in a few days your kidneys will act fine. This fa mous salts is made from the acid of grapes and lemon juice, combined with lithia, and has been used for generations to flush and stimulate the kidneys, also to neutralize the acids In urine so it no longer causes irrita tion, thus ending bladder weakness. Jad Salts Is inexpensive and cannot injure; makes a delightful efferves cent lithia-water drink which everyone should take now and then to keep the kidneys clean and active and the blood pure, thereby avoiding serious kidney complications. Adv. He Hadn't "What a debt we owe to medical science!" he said as he put down the paper. "Good heavens!" she exclaimed. "Haven't you paid the doctor's bill yet?"' INDIGESTION, GAS OR BAD STOMACH Time it! Pape's Diapepsin ends all Stomach misery in five minutes. Do some foods you eat hit back taste good, but work badly; ferment into stubborn lumps and cause a sick, sour, gassy stomach? Now, Mr. or Mrs. Dyspeptic, jot this down: Pape'a Diapepsin digests everything, leaving nothing to sour and upset you. There never was anything so safely quick, so certainly effective. No difference how badly your stomach is disordered you will get happy relief in five minutes, but what pleases you most is that it strengthens and regulates your stom ach so you can eat your favorite foods without fear. You feel different as soon as "Pape'a Diapepsin" comes in contact with the stomach distress just vanishes your stomach gets sweet, no gases, nc belch ing, no eructations of undigested food. Go now, make the best investment you ever made, by getting a large fifty cent case of Pape's Diapepsin from any store. You realize in five minutes how needless it is to suffer from indiges tion, dyspepsia or bad stomach. Adv. Explained. Patience Thought it was against the law to wear aigrettes? Patrice That's not an aigrette; that's her husband's shaving-brusb she's got stuck in her hat. IF HAIR IS TURNING GRAY, USE SAGE TEA Don't took Old! Try Grandmother's Recipe to Darken and Boautify Gray, Faded, Lifeless Hair. Grandmother kept her hair beauti fully darkened, glossy and abundant with a brew of Sage Tea and Sulphur; Whenever her hair fell out or took on that dull, faded or streaked appear ance, this simple mixture was applied with wonderful effect. By asking at any drug store for "Wyeth's Sage and Sulphur Hair Remedy," you will get a large bottle of this old-time recipe, ready to use, for about 50 cents. This simple mixture can be depended upon to .restore natural color and beauty to the hair and is splendid for dan druff, dry, itchy ecalp and falling hair. A well-known druggist says every body uses Wyeth's Sage and Sulphur, because it darkens so naturally and evenly that nobody can tell it has been" applied it's so easy to use, too. You simply dampen a comb or soft brush and draw it through your hair, taking one strand at-a time. By morning the gray hair disappears; after an other application or two, it is re stored to its natural color and lookj glossy, soft and abundant. Adv. Poetical. Hobbs Whenever I hear my hen cackle I exclaim, "Great Scott." Dobbs Why so? Hobbs Well, it's the lay of the last minstrel, and Scott ,wrote it. For inflamed sore eyes apply Han ford's Balsam lightly to the closed lids. It should relieve in five minutes. Adv. ' ' - Answered. Evelyn When does Hazel expect to get married? Loraine Oh, every season. Man wouldn't mind being awkward if he fell into a good thing occasionally.
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