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TV A Wilt ism ml SYNOPSIS. Congressman Bt&ndlah and the Woman, believing themselves In love, spend a trial week aa man and wife In a hotel In northern New York under assumed frames. The Woman awakens to the fact 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, Is loved by Tom Blake, son of the political boss of the house. He proposes marriage and Is refused. She gives as one of her reasons her determination to f et revenge on Jim Blake for ruining her ather. Congressman Frank E. Kelly. Congressman Standlsh, turned Insurgent, la fighting the MulUns bill, a measure tn the interests of the railroads. The Ma chine is seeking means to discredit &and lsu in the hope of pushing the bill through. Robertson, son-in-law o Jim Blake, and the letter's candidate for speaker of the house, tries to win Stand lsh over, and failing, threatens to dig Into his past Jim Blake finds oul about the episode of five years back r.t the northern New York hotel. He secures all the facts except the name of the Woman and proposes to use the story aa a club to force Stundieh to allow the Mulllns bill to pass. Tom Blake and his father have a family row over the father's political the ories. Jim Blake lays a trap to secure the name of the Woman. He tells Miss Kelly that he is going to have a talk with Standlsh, and that e Its conclusion the lat ter will call up a nytnber on the telephone to warn the Woman. He offers Miss Kelly 1100 for that number. At the conclusion of the Interview with Blake, Standish gets a New York wire and calls Plaza WOL A few minutes later Robertson tells Miss Kelly to call Plata 1001 and get his wife Gr cne of the servants on the phone. Miss Kelly refuses to give Jim Blake the number called hy Standlsh. Blake has a tory of the Standish episode prepared ready to send out as soon as the Wom an's name is learned. Tom Blake tells his father of his love for Wanda Kelly, and a family row ensues. Blake's daugh ter Qrace 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 Standish and is Insulted for her pains. Grace appeals to Standluh to give up the fight In order to protect her name. He refuses. Grace sends ifor Miss Kelly, apologizes for her rufleness 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 her face between hie hands and raised U to the light. "You're ill!" he exclaimed in quick iread. "You look actually ghastly. Shall I send tt-r 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 poli-1 tics," he frownod self-accusingly, "that X hadn't sense enough to remember that you might he worn out and might want to go to ted. 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 Bee you here again, sweet heart!" "Really?" she 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. Im afraid I'll never get past the honey moon stage. You don't want me to, do your "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 found 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 women, 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 wiBe and " "And often bitterly cruel." "Laws are for the many. Not for the few. And the few must obey them for the good of the many. But I didn't give 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 you? 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 Is the science of finding the weakest point in your enemy's armor ad 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 la 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 f ears ago." "And you'll stoop to use such a weapon as that?" she cried indignant- ty. "Why not? He'd use the same sort of weapon against us, fast enough; If he bad it." "Bat that isn't fair fighting, Mark. It's dlegusting scandal." "That's his lookout, not ours. If be chjmced to know something dam aging In my private life, he'd use it tn a minuto " "But If I aslred you If I begged yon " "Doat ask me, dear. This is one of the thlaga you don't understand. YouH It U U me." ism 1 Terhune, founded on C. ceAille's Play y JiJustrafcG wuh twtoskimi mcMqy Drawings' & Ki.fiamaT "Perhaps,"' she retorted desperately, "I may underst&nd It far better than you do. You say th-sre's a woman con cerned in it- This Bc&ndal will, pillory her and " "That type of woman belongs In the pillory." "You are cruel!" she cried. "You yourself admit that there Is 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 at it You can't" "Then," sha continued, unheeding, "There's something else you don't con sider. S 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," 6neered Mark, "the sort of fool who marries women of that kind (like the man who teaches his wife to t)e 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." f "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 Standish 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 leading 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- wmmmm'mm ma mmmmm mm I Ml w3R She Tried to -Speak, Faltered, and Hurried From the Room. nipt. Sit down. The cigars are over there. And here's the Scotch." "Has Standlsh been around yet?" queried Van Dyke. ' "Oh, he'll be hero all right," vouch safed Blake, before Mark could an swer. "He knows we've got him in a hole. He'll" "But have we?" argued Van Dyke. "As far as I can see, It's still the other -ay 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 U," suggested Gregg, "I say pay It! Pay it and save time." v . - J i "No," contradicted Blake, his glance shifting as if hy accident to Tom. "Her the the price is too high." "Too high?" Enorted Neligan on whom the undercurrent of Blake's re fusal was entirely lost. "It's the first time we've ever economized." Before Blake could reply the buzzer sounded. "There's Standish, 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 behind him. The men nodded stiffly, uncomfort ably, in response to the visitor's slight bow. "Good vening, gentlemen," said Standish pleasantly. "This setting of the stages seems to suggest Daniel in the lions' den. I hope pone 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 lsh. "Well," answered Blake oracularly, "the man who lies 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 Standlsh. "Or at least resign your leader ship?" . "No. I thought we had settled all that." "Then," asked Van Dyke, "you are 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 diBh, 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 Blightly 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 Standlsh. "Can't I appeal to your honor? AWon'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 Ib too late to go into that matter now, ' Mr. Standlsh. Your presence here tonight is, by itself, strong proof against you; if further proof were needed." Standish made a gesture of 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 tone 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 Standlsh. "It is in type," pet in Van Dyke, "and v.alting 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 lie " "And," cried" Mark, "it will beat you. It will beat you, man and that's what J we've been working for, for years." "I'm not beaten yet." retorted Stand ish. "And I advise you. Governor Rob erteoii, 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 were registered. We may not need him tc identify her. But he'll be on hand iu case we do. Take my word for it, Mr. Standish, you'll save a great deal cf unneces sary trouble If you'll quietly step down and out" If I did," said Staadlsh, "I would be politically dead. Yon 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 itr a trifle off color?" "Robertson!" "Ah! That hurts, does It? Then it's 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. Sho " "She may have been a good wdman 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 scrap of man hood left in the whole hunch of you, you won't drag this Woman into your dirty schemes. I " "Oh," drawled Blake with the air of a sleepy man bothered by a fly, "for the love 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 same thing. You men are known as political leaders. The pub lic looks to you for examples. And yet you stoop 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!' You have the power to ruin these lives. If you use that power, I tell you now, one and all my father as well aa the rest I'm ashamed to have breathed the same air with you!" "Good night, Tom," drawled Blake, noc so much as troubling to glance in bis irate son's direction. "No," corrected Tom, "good-by." "l,t'8 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 pf this, Grace," re quested her husband in dire embar rassment "You don't know anything about it. You couldn't possibly " cc 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 skiU n the treatment of soldiers. When I used to say," he wrote, "as I rode through the lines In the heat of battle, 'Unfurl your flags; the mo meat has come,' the French soldier simply shook with eagerness. "At such a moment nothing eemed impossible to me. The Thirty second demibrlgade would have died to a man for me, because after Lonato I wrote, 'The Thirty-second was there, and I was at ftase. The power of words on men is astonishing The following is Napoleon's idea of a general: "In time of war men axe nothing. It is one man who is everything. A CZX KCZ 1 de," she denied. Tt beard, And" "Grace, dear girl," soothed Blakp. "This ia muddy business at best. It's no time for you to be here. You'll 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 of 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 sound made them turn ac though to confront a physical pres ence. Neligan strode to the door, con ferred for an instant with noma one outside, then returned with a slip of blue paper In his hand. "The duplicate list of phono num bers from central," he announced, turning over the paper to Van Dyke. "Good," approved Blake. "No,iv well 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 Uve table under the lamp. "Now, then, Standish," exulted Rob ertson; "we're retdy to begin. One of these numbers leads directly to the Wo3aj3 We'll put a man at work tracts? each, one of them. In a few hours at foncest we will have what we want And when we find the Woman we'll lay bare wry soiled page in her life and In yours." It was Standlsh wt broke the mo ment's silence. "Very well, Robertson," h said calmly. "I've done wht I promised to do. And I have failed. You drive me now to the use of your own weapons. I shall have to flight ex posure with exposure,'5 "No, no!" moaned Grace, incoherent with fear. Mark Robertson had caught up Standish's defiance and had stepped forward to confront him. "In other words, Mr. Standish," h demanded, "you threaten me? That'n an empty threat There is nothing ia my life you have not already shouts from the housetops." "Dont be too sure," warned Stand ish, meeting Mark's Bcornful glara with unconcern. "What do you mean? Speak up!" "Mr. Standish!" pleaded Grace. H beg " "Don't worry, dear," said Mark. "Lwt him bluff. I'll call him. Mr. Standish, I give you full permission to use any weapon that I use. If you know any thing against nie, tell It here and no w. Here, in my wife's presence You know our cards. Show yours." Standish's gaze strayed, as if by chance, to Grace's ghastly face. "Well?" urged Mark. "Speak ujtl We're waiting!" At sight of the , mortal terror ta Grace's eyes, Standish checked tha words that were on his Hps. Turning away from the domineering man who so truculently confronted him, he mus tered : "I'll choose my own time!" "I thought so!" scoffed MarSu "You're licked. This is your last fight. From tonight you're a dead man. po litically. And if we have to hunt out woman or two to keep you dead, weU do it" " Van Dyke had glanced from the teh phone list to his watch. "We've just time endugh to catO the last editions of the morning po pers," said he. "I told Jennings t- hold a wire ready " "What?" exclaimed Standish. "YouT go ahead without the Woman's name"" "Yes," answered Van Dyke. "Siuoj we've an absolute certainty, now, cf getting it. We can afford to do tb and publish the name tomorrow. TeK Jennings to send out the story. TV him we're holding the Woman's nantA and that we won't give it out unless Standish denies the story-. By the tims he can get his denial n print we'l? have the name." "Good!" asserted Robertsor. catch lng up the telephone. "Heilo! Giv me" "Mark!" begged Grace. "Oh, I it plore you don't " "4400 Main." (TO BE CONTINUED.) XZ3 great general is not an ordinary mu Military genius Is a gift from heave but the most essential quality for commander-in-chief is firmness o! character and the resolutioa to wli at all costs." Next to the qualities of the co mander, whose surest way of wla ning was, he thought, "to exaggeratt i one's own forces and minimize thost of the enemy," Napoleon consMero4 a strong artillery the prime factor Iji success. "If I had had -30.000 more rounds o the evening of Leipzig, I should todar be master of the world." 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