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STORY FROM THE START
OefjrinK all efforts te capture
■Wm, after a Ion* series of mur
ders ' and robberies, ai super-
crook known W the police only
as "The Bat" has brought about
a veriUble relpi of terror. At
bis wits’ end, and at the man’s
own request, the chief of police
assiarns bis best operative, An
derson, to get on the trail of the
Bat. With her niece. Dale Og
den, Miss Cqrnelia Van Gorder is
living in the country ' home of
the late Courtlei’gh Flaming, who
until his recent death had been
president of the Union bank,
wrecked because of the theft of
,a large sum of currency. Miss
'Van Gorder receives a note
warning her to vacate the place
at once on pain of death. Ddle
returns from the city, where she
had been to hire a gardener.
Miss Cornelia tells Liszie Allen,
her faithful Irish maid, who Is
decidedly nervous, that a detec
tive is coming that night. The
gardener arrives, giving bis
name as Brooks.
CHAPTER HI—Continued
“I could not verify your references,
as the Brays are In Canada—” aha
proceeded.
The young man took an eager step
forward. “I am sure if Mrs. Bray
were here—** he began, then flushed
and stopped, twisting his cap.
“Were here?” said Miss Corneiia in
a curious voice. "Are you a profes
sional gardener?”
"Yes.” The young man’s manner
had grown a trifle defiant; but Miss
Cornelia’s next question followed re-
tnorSelessly.
“Know anything about hardy peren
nials?” she said in a soothing voice,
whUe Lizzie regarded the i interview
with wondering eyes.
“Oh yes,” but the young man
seemed curiously lacking in confidence.
"They—they’re the ones that keep their
leaves during the winter, aren’t they?”
“Come over here—closer—" said
Miss Cornelia, Imperiously. Once
more she scrutinized him and this
ti&e there was no doubt of his dis
comfort under her stare..
“Have you had any experience with
rubeola?” she queried finally.
"Oh, yeq—yes—yes, Indeed,” the gar
dener stam'ihertd. “Yes.”
“And alopecia?” pursued Miss Cor
delia.
The young man seemed to fumble
%i his mind for the characteristics of
such a flower;, or shrub.
“The dry weather is very hard on
alopec^” he asserted, finally, and
was*’ewdeirtly! relieved to see Miss
Cornelia receive the statement with a
pleasant smilej She leaned forward
—her next question was obviously to
be a weighty one.
“What do you think is the best
treatment for urticaria?” she pro
pounded with a highly professional
manner.
It appeared to be a catch-question.
The young man knotted his brows.
Finally a gleam of light seemed to
come to him,
“Urticaria frequently needs—er—
thinning,” he announced decisively.
“Needs scratching, you mean 1” Miss
Cornelia rose, with a snort of disdain,
and faced him. “Young man, urticaria
is hives—rubeola Is measles—and alo
pecia is baldness!’’ she thundered.
8he waited a moment for his defense
—none came.
“■Why did yoi tell me you were a
prof^lonal gardener?” ^he went on,
accusingly. “Why have you come here
at this hour of night, pretending to
be something yiou’re not?”
By all standards of drama, the
young man should have wilted before
her wrath. Instead he suddenly smiled
at her, boyishly, and threw up his
hands in a gesture of defeat.
“I know I slsCTrtdn’t have done It!”
he confessed with appealing frank
ness. “You’d have found me out any
how! I don’t know anything about
gardening. The truth is,” his tone
grew somber, "I was dfesperate. I had
to have work I”
The candor of his smile would have
disarmed a stonier-hearted 'person
than MisS Cornelia. But her suspi
cions were still awake.
“That’s, all, is it?”
“That's enough, when you’re down
and out.” His words had an unmis
takable accent of finality. She
couldn’t help wanting to believe him
—and yet—:he wasn’t what he had
pretended to be—and this night of all
nights was no time to take people on
trust!
“How do I know you won’t steal the
‘ spoons?” she queried, her voice still
gruff. ' '
“Are they nice spoons?” be asked
with absurd seriousness.
She couldn’t help smiling at his
tone. “Beautiful spoons."
Again that engaging, boyish man
ner of 'his touched something in her
heart.
“Spoons are. a great temptation to
me. Miss Van «order-bnt if you’ll
take nie. I’ll promise to leave them
alone.”
“'fhat’s extremely kind of yod,”,8he
answered with grim humor-v-knowlng
herself beaten. She went over to ring
for Billy.
Lizzie took the opportunity to gain
her ear.
“I don’t trust him, Miss Nelly! He's
too smooth 1” she whispered, warning-
ly. Miss Cornelia stiffened. “I
haven’t asked for your opinion, tAzr
lie,” she said.
But Lizzie was not to Ae put off
by the Van Qorder manner.
“Oh,’* she whispered, “you’re Jnst
as bad as the rest of 'em. A good-
looldog man comes in the door and
your brains fly out the window 1”
Miwff Cornelia quelled her with a
gesture and turned back to the young
man. He was standing Just where she
had left him, his cap in bis bands—
but, while her back had been turned,
his eyes had made a stealthy survey
of the living room—a survey that
would have made it plain to Miss
Cornelia, if she had seen him, that
his interest in .the Fleming establish
ment was not merely the casual inter
est of a servant In bis new place of
abode. Bat she bad not seen—and
she could have told nothing from his
present expreesloo.
* “Have you bad anything to eat late
ly?” she asked, in a kindly voice.
He looked down at his cap. “Not
since this morning,” be admitted, as
BUly answered the bell.
Miss Cornelia turned to the impas
sive Japanese.
“Billy, give this man something to
eat and then show him where he is
to sleep."
She hesitated. The gardener’s bouse
was some distance from the main
building, and with the night and the
approaching storm she felt her own
courage weakening. Into the bargain,
whether this stranger had lied about
his gardening or not, she was curi
ously attracted to him.
“I think,” she said slowly, “that I’ll
have you sleep In the house here, at
least for tonight. Tomorrow we can—
the housemaid’s room, Billy,” she told
the butler. And before their departure
she held out a candle and matches.
“Better take these with you.
Brooks,’* she said. “The local light
company crawls under Its bed every
time there Is a thunder storm. Good
night, Brooks.”
“Good night, ma’am,” said the
young man, smiling. Following Billy
to the door, he paused. "You’re being
mighty good to me,” he said, diffident
ly, smiled again, and disappeared
after Billy.
As the door closed behind them.
Miss Cornelia found herself smiling,
too. “That’s a pleasant young fellow
—no matter what he is,” she said to
herself, decidedly, and not even Liz
zie’s feverish “Haven’t you any sense
taking strange men into the house?
How do you know he isn’t the Bat?”
could draw a reply from her.
Again the thunder rolled as she
staightened the papers and maga/^es
on the table and Lizzie gingerly ”Dok
up the oulja-board to replace It on
the b^kcase with the prayer-book
firmly on top of it. And this time,
with the roil of the thunder, the lights
in the living room blinked uncertainly
for an instant, before they recovered
their normal brilliance.
“There go the lights!” grumbled
Lizzie, her fingers still touching the
prayer-book, as if for protection. Miss
Cornelia did not answer her directly.
“We’ll put the detective in the blue
room when be comes,” she said.
“You’d better go up and see if it’s ail
ready.”
Lizzie started to obey, going to
ward the alcove to ascend to the sec
ond floor by the alcove stairs. But
Miss Cornelia stopped her.
“Lizzie—you know that stair rail's
Just been varnished—^Mlss Dale got a
stain on her sleeve there this after
noon—and Lizzie—”
“Yes’m?"
“No one is to know that he is a de
tective. Not even Billy.” Miss Cor
nelia was very firm.
“Well, what’ll I say he Is?”
"It’s nobody’s business.”
“A detective,’’ moaned Lizzie, open
ing the hall door to go by the main
staircase. “Tiptoeing around with his
eye to all the keyholes, A body won’t
be safe In the bathtub.” She shut the
door with a little slap and disap
peared. Miss Cornelia sat down—she
had many things to think over—“if I
ever get time really to think of any
thing again,” she thought, “because
with gardeners coming who aren’t gar
deners—and Lizzie hearing yells in
the grounds and—”
She started slightly. The front-door
bell was ringing—a long trill, uncan
nily loud in the quiet house.
She sat rigid In her chair, waiting.
Billy came In.
“Front-door xey, please?” he asked
urbanely. She gave him the key.
"Find out who It Is before yon un
lock the door,” she said. He nodded.
She heard him at the door—then a
murmur of voices—Dale’s voice and
another’s—“Won’t you come In for a
fe^ minutes? Oh, thank you.” She
relaxed.
The door opened—It was Dale;
"How lovely she looks in that evening
wrap!” thought Miss Cornelia. "But
how tired, too. I wish I knew what
was worrying her."
She smiled. “Aren’t you back early.
Dale?"
Dale threw off her wrap and stood
for a moment patting back into its
smooth, smart bob, hair ruffled by the
wind.
*T was tired,” she said, sluklng into
a chair.
*^Not worried about anything?” Miss
Cornelia’s eyes were sharp.
“No,” said Dale, without conviction,
“bRt rve come here to be company
for you and I don’t want to run away
all the time.” She picked up the eve
ning paper and looked at it without
apparently seeing It. Miss Cornelia
heard voices In the hall—a man’s voice
—affable—“How have yon bfeen, Bil
ly?”—Billy’s voice In answ^, "Very
well, sir.” , \
A Novel from the Play
By Mary Roberts Rinehart
and Avery Hopwood
“The Bat." eoprrlsht. 1»**, by Mary RobarU
Blnebart aad Avery Hopwood.
WND Sarvlca
“Who’s out there. Dale?” she queried.
Dale looked up from the paper.
"Doctor Wells, darling,” she said in a
listless voice. “He brought me over
from the club—I asked him to come
in for a few minutes. Billy’s Just
taking his coat,” She rose, threw the
paper aside, came over and kissed
Miss Cornelia suddenly and passion
ately—then. before Miss Cornelia, a
little startled, could return the kiss,
went over and sat on the settee by
the fireplace near the door of the bil
liard room.
Miss Cornelia turned to her with a
thousand questions on her tongue, but
before she could ask any of them,
Billy was ushering in Doctor Wells.
As she shook hands with the doctor.
Miss Cornelia observed him with cas
ual Interest—wondering why such a
good-looking man, in his early forties,
apparently built for success, should
be content with the comparative rusti
cation of his local practice. That
shrewd, rather aquiline face, with Its
"Hava You Had Anything., to Eat
Lately?”
keen gray eyes, would have found It
self more at home in a wider sphere
of action, she thought—there was Just
that touch of ruthlessness about It
which makes or mars a captain in
the world’s affairs. She found herself
murmuring the usual conventionalities
of greeting.
"Oh, Fm very well, doctor, thank
you—Well, many people at the coun
try clubT’
The doctor sat down, “Not very
many,” he said, with a shake of his
head. "This fallnre of the Union bank
has knocked a good many of the club
meters sky high.
"ust how did It happen?*’ Miss
Cornelia was making conversation.
“Oh, the« usual thing.” The doctor
took out his cigarette case. “The
cashier, a young chap named Bailey,
looted the bank to the tune of over
a million.”
Dale turned sharply toward them
from her seat by the fireplace.
"How do yon know the cashier did
it?” she said in a low voice.
The doctor laughed. "Well—^he’s
run away, for one thing. The bank
examiners found the deficit. Bailey,
thb cashier, went out on an errand
—and didn’t come back. The method
was simple enough—worthless bonds
substituted for good ones—with a good
bond on the top and bottom of each
package, so the packages would pass,
a casual inspection. Probably been
going on for some time.”
The fingers ef Dale’s right hand
drummed restlessly on the edge of her
settee. ^
“Couldn’t somebody else have done
it?" she‘queried tensely.
The doctor smiled, a trifle patron
izingly.
“Of coarse the president of the bank
bad access to the vaults,” be said.
"But ae you know, Mr. Conrtleigh
Fleming; the late president, was bur
led last Monday.”
Miss Cornelia had seen her niece’s
face light up oddly at the beginning
of the doctor's statement—to relapse
Into lassitude again gt its conclusion.
Bailey—Bailey—she was sure , she re
membered that name en Dale’s lips.
“Dale, dear, did you know this
young ^iley?" she asked, point-blank.
The girl had started to light a cig
arette. The flame wavered in her fin
gers—the match went out
“Yes—slightly," she said. She bent
to strike another match, averting her
face. Miss Cornelia did not press her.
“What with bank robberies and bol
shevism and income tax,” she said,
turning-the subject, “the only way to
keep your money these days is to
spend It"
• "Or not have any—like myself 1” the
doctor agreed.
"It seems strange,” Miss Cornelia
went on, “living in Courtlelgh Flem
ing’s house. A month ago, Pd never
even beard of Mr. Fleming—though t
suppose I should have—and now—
why. Pm as interested In the failure
of his bank as If I were a depositor I”
The doctor regarded the end of his
cigarette.
“As a matter of fact,” he said, pleas
antly, “Dick Fleming had no right to
rent you the property before the es
tate was settled. He must have done
It the moment he received my telegram
announcing his uncle's death.”
“Were you with him when he died?”
"Yes—in Colorado. He had angina
pectoris, and took me with him for
that reason.”
“I suppose,” pursued Miss Cornelia,
watching Dale out of the corner of
her eye, “that there Is no suspicion
that Courtlelgh Fleming robbed his
own bank?”
"Well, If he did,” said the doctor
amicably, “I can testify tliat he didn’t
have the loot with him.” His tone
grew more serious. “Nol He had
his faults—but not that”
“Miss Cornelia made up her mind.
She had resolved before not to sum
mon the doctor for aid In her diffi
culties—but now that chance had
brought him here, the opportunity
seeoi^,too good a one to let slip.
“Doctor,” she said, “I think I ought
to tell you something. Last night and
the night before, attempts were made
to enter this house. Once an intruder
actually got In and was frightened
away by Lizzie at the top of the stair
case.” She indicated the alcove stairs.
“And twice I have received anony
mous communications threatening my
life if I did not leave the bouse and
go back to the city.”
Dale rose from her settee startleu.
“I didn't know that, auntie! How
dreadful 1" she gasped.
Instantly Miss Cornelia regretted
her Impulse of confidence. She tried
to pass the matter off with tart humor.
“Don’t tell Lizzie,” she said. “She’d
yell like a siren. It’s the only thing
she does like a siren, but she does
It superbly!”
For a moment It seemed as If Miss
Cornelia had succeeded. The doctor
smiled—Dale sat down again, her ex
pression altering from one of anxiety
to one of amusement Miss Cornelia
opened her lips to dilate further upon
Lizzie’s eccentricities. ...
But just then there was a splinter
ing crash of glass from one of the
French windows behind her!
CHAPTER IV.
Detective Anderson Takes
Charge.
“What’s that?”
“Somebody smashed a window
pane!”
Child Training That Has Harmful Effects
Too much or too little affection of
parents Is equally harmful and both
spoil character. The training that
produces docile obedience spoils the
child’s native aggressiveness and
leaves him tO’ be easily beaten In the
later competitions of life by minds
superior only in their inner prepara
tion. The authority of a parent Is a
responsibility rather than a privilege.
Another risk assumed by parents,
which Is not so commonly understood,
is that of hurting their children by af
fection. With 'human beings the love
attitude may persist In such a way
that the child never actually matures
and comes to have a fully developed
self-life, or Indulgence heaped upon
the child by the parent may spoil tlie
zest of life and keep the child emo-
/Vo Home-Made Bread
It Is frequently said men run their
homes. How about home-made bread?
[ scarcely know a mau who does not
want home-made bread and cannot get
it; the bakers have persuaded the
women that bakery bread is better, as
barbers have persuaded them about
bobbed hair. And look at the clothes
the man milliners have persuaded the
women to wear.—B. W. Howe's MyuUi-
tlonally Infantile. He may become
fixed upon the parent so that he Is es
sentially parasitic in his inner emo
tional cravings and cannot maintain
normal relationships in business, so
cial contacts or later family life If
he ever attempts to establish a home
of bis own.—From “Social Problems
of the Family” by Prof. Ernest R.
Graves.
. No Wolf in Police Dog
German . police dogs are German
shepherd dogs police-trained. The
history of the German shepherd dog
breed dates far back into antiquity.
In the opinion of Max von Stepbenitz,
a noted authority, it Is a descendant
of the Bronze age dog. This theory
refutes the more or less popular
present-day Idea that the wolf has
been largely Instrumental In the de
velopment of the breed, and ts in line
with the beliefs of other authorities
who consider it very doubtful that
wolf outcrosses were ever made with
the German shepherd dog, and that if
such were the case the relationship is
remote and of minor importance;
A balr from a white woman’s head
Is lighter In weight than a white man’s
lialr. i '
“And threw la a stone!”
"Walt a, minute. I'll—” The doctor,
all alert at once, darted up into tha
alcove and Jerked at the terrace door.
“It’s bolted at the top, too,” called
Mias Cornelia. He nodded, wttboot
wasting words pn a reply, unbolted the
door and dashed out into the darkness
of the terrace. Miss Cornelia saw
him run past the French windows sad
disappear into blackness. Meanwhile
Dale, her listlessnesa vanished before
the shock of the strange occorrence,
had gone to the broken window sad
picked up the stone. It was wrapped
in paper—there seemed to be writing
on m paper. She closed the terrace
door and brought the stoue to' her
aunt.
Miss Cornelia unwrapped the paper
and smoo^ed out the sheet
Two lines of coarse, round hand
writing sprawled across it:
"Take warning I Leave this bouse
at once! It Is threatened with dis
aster %rhlch will involve you if yon
remain 1”
There was no signature.
"Who do you think wrote It?” said
Dale, breathlessly.
Miss Cornelia straightened op like
a ramrod—indomitable.
"A fool—that’s who! If anything
was calculated to make me stay here
forever, this sort of thing would do Itt”
She twitched the sheet of paper
angrily,
*‘But something may happen, dar
ling!”
‘T hope so! That’s the reason I—.’
She stopped. The doorbell was ring
ing again—thrilling, insistent Her
niece started at the son:
"Oh, don’t let anybody she be
sought Miss Cornelia, as B^y came
in from the hall with his nsnpl air of
walking on velvet
“Key, front door please—bell ring,"
he explained tersely, taking the key
from the table.
Miss Cornelia Issued Instructions.
‘ “See that the chain is on the door,
Billy. Don’t open It all the way. And
get the visitor’s name before you let
him In.”
She lowered her voice.
“If he says he Is Mr. Anderson^ let
him In and take him to the library."
Billy nodded and disappeared. Dal*
turned to her aunt the color out of
her cheeks.
"Anderson? Who Is Mr.—"
Miss Cornelia did not answer. 6b*
thought for a moment Then she put
her hand on Dale’s shoulder In a
gesture of protective affection.
“The man In the library is a detec
tive from police headquarters,” sh*
said.
She had expected Dale to show sup*
prise—excitement—but the white mask
of horror which the girl turned toward
her appalled her.
"Not—the police!” breathed Dale In
tones of utter consternation. Miss
Cornelia could not understand why
the news had stirred her niece
deeply. But there ^was no time t*
pnzzle It out—she heard crunching
steps on the terrace—the doctor was
returning!
“Ssh!” she whispered. “It isn’t nec
essary to tell the doctor. I think he’s
a sort of perambulating bedside gossip
—and once it’s known the police are
here we’ll never catch the criminals!”
When the doctor entered from the
terrace, brushing drops of rain from
his no longer immaculate evening
clothes, Dale was back on her favorite
settee and Miss Cornelia was poring
over the mysterious missive that had
been wrapped about the stone.
“He got away In the sh rubbery
said the doctor, disgustedly, taking
out a handkerchief to fleck the spots
of mud from his shoes.
Miss Cornelia gave him the letter
of warning. “Read this,” she said.
The doctor adjusted a pair of pine*-
nez—read the two crude sentences
over—once—twice. Then he looked
shrewdly at Miss Cornelia.
“Were the others like this?” h*
queried.
She nodded. “Practically.”
He hesitated for a moment like A
man with an unpleasant social duty
to face.
“Miss Van Gorder, may I speak
frankly?”
“Generally speaking, I detest frank
ness,” said the lady, grimly. “But—■
go on!”
The doctor tapped the letter. His
face was wholly serious. .
“I think you ought to leave. this
house,” he said bluntly.
“Because of that letter? Humph I"
His very seriousness, perversely
enough, made her suddenly wish to
treat the whole matter as lightly as
possible.
"There Is some deviltry afoot,” h*
persisted. “You are not safe her*;
Miss Van Gorder.”
But If he was persistent in bis attl
tnde, so was she In hers.
“I’ve been safe In all kinds of
houses for slity-odd years,” she said
lightly. “It's time I had a bit of ■
change. Besides,” she gestured to
wards her defenses, “this bouse ia as
nearly impregnable as. I can make it
The window locks are sound enough
—the doors are locked and the keys
are there,” she pointed to the keys
lying on the table. “As for the ter
race door you Just used," she went
on, ’T had Billy put an extra bolt on
it today. By the way,, did you bolt
that door again?” She moved toward
the alcove.
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ing aU the body’s urinous waste, else
you have backache, sick headache,
dizzy spells; your stomach sours,
tongue Is coated and when the weath
er is bad you have rheumatic twinges.
The urine is cloudy, full of sediment,
channels often get sore, water scalds
and you are obliged to seek relief two
or three times during the night.
EithM' consult a good, reliable phy
sician at once or get from your phai^
macist about four ounces of Jad
Salts; take a tablespoonful in a glass
of water before breakfast for a few
days and your kldaeys may then act
fine. This famous salts is made from
the acid of grapes and lemon Julw,
combined with llthia, and has been
used for years to help clean and stim
ulate sluggish kidneys, also to neu
tralize acids in the system, so they no
longer irritate, thus often relieving
bladder weakness.
Jad Saits is Inexpensive, cannot in-
lure and makes a delightful, efferves-
‘ent lithia-water drink. Urink lots of
oft water.
Bunions
Qokk leliaC fron peia.
IF^vent shoe eriseoiei
At atAmmons
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