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> '*y J)ie JADE GOD V Mary Imlay Taylor W N.U. F EATUBtJ CHAPTER I. J > “So you've come buck, Mark Grant?" Tlie old lawyer swung around in his swivel-chair and looked the young man up and down with an'eye as cold as a lizard’s. Mark laughed. Liberty was sending bold buUoles through his veins; it was easy to laugh. “I behaved well, Mr. Fosdick,” Mark said, h:s tone defying criticism, challenging; “they let me out a few months ahead of time.” “Humph!” Fosdick grunted as he stretched out his big-veined hand to take a cigar and clip the end off. “I’ve no use for new fangled notions in prisons,” he remarked dryly; “hot air, that’s all; a man should serve his time.” he kept his face. Fosdick had not offered him a cigar, neverthe less, he found a cigarette in his own pocket and lit it cooly. “You’ve never been in prison, Mr. Fosdick,” he said. “When you’ve tried it you'll be quite fa vorable to new-fangled notions. I know!” Fosdick's gray face twisted in to a grim smile. “I don't think I’ll try it—not In your way. Let me see; how old were you when you went up?” “Seventeen.” “Seventeen? Gosh!” The law yer stared at him for a moment, incredulously. “I'd forgotten. A boy—and convicted of killing that old man, your uncle—to get his money, too!” he added reproach fully. Mark’s face sobered. His eyes darkened. “Convicted?” You call that travesty a lair trial?” The old man recoiled slightly, but he steadied himself to face the young fury in Mark’s glance. “It was a fair trial; I always said so; you appealed, too," he maintained anger aside with a gesture. ‘Tve his point dryly; then he put Mark's no time to take that up. I dare say you’ve suifered for it.” Mark did not answ;er this; he had set his teeth hard to keep back the torrent of his anger. He looked over the gray little man’s head, out of the window; the sky scraper commanded a glimpse of the river, the sight of water had a strangely tranquilizing effect. His silence bothered the lawyer. He turned on him raspingly. “What d’you want, Mark?” The young man put his hand in his pocket and drew out an old let ter with Fosdick’s name in the corner. He laid it on the desk. “That says that Aunt Hurley left her money for me when I came out, and you have charge of it. “I’m out, Mr. Fosdick.” aosdick glanced at the envelope tout taking it up. “I see! Your Aunt Hurley's money brought you here mighty quick!” he remarked grudging ly. He had never forgiven the boy for Grant Barton's death. Of course he’d done it for the un cle’s money. The motive was as jtlain as the nose on your face! “I drew that will. Her friends ad vised against it, but she would have her way. She always believ ed in you.” “God bless her!” Mark broke out, suddenly devout. For a mo ment he seemed to dwell on this silence, then he said: “The will was proven, of course; you say as much in this letter.” The lawyer assented grudgingly again; it was plain he had been among the friends who “advised against it.” ~“It‘s not much,” he said tartly, “about twenty thousand.” This time Mark smiled amusedly. Fosdick drummed on his desk again; then he swung his swivel chair back to its place with an air of dismissing his visitor. V_/Ome aiuuiiu Lumunuw luuxMi ing and I’ll have the papers ready. The money’s in deposit at the bank here, waiting.” Mark rose, but stopped with his hand on the back of the chair. "It’s early yet, Mr. Fosdick, and I’d be glad to draw some of that money. I’m short.” The little lawyer whipped around in his chair and stared at him, then away. "The fellow’s a giant!” he thought uneasily, re membering old Grant Barton’s end. Money in that, too! “I can’t help it,” he said test ily, r‘there’ll be formalities. Come tomorrow. The bank closes at three; we couldn’t get through in time. I’m busy; good-day!” Mark stood a moment longer, looking down at him. He saw the little man’s hand shake as he grasped his pen and pretended to write. Mark knew he was afraid of the ex-convict; he threw back his head and laughed again, his laugh startling Fosdick. as much as a blow; it was so hearty, so care free, a boy’s laugh. “You seem to find it amusing, sir,” he said tartly. . , , “I do!” Mark turned, picked up his hat, a new one, the warden had fitted him out, and went to | the door. ‘‘Good-day, Mr. Fos dick,” he said, still smiling, and went out. I B'Jfkie regular life that he had I led i&M him fall hungry at regu lar intervals, by-the clock; he had been hungry now for hours. The sensation was new and not with out zest; it was pa,rt of his free dom. He threaded his way through the crowded streets with the awkward feeling of a recluse, sud denly thrust out Into the world. But the sights and sounds had an "Vou’ve uever been In prison, Mr. Fosdlck.” intoxicating effect ; he felt like a man let loose into a mad indul gence. He had tramped miles; he was ulp-town before that insistent, by -the clock hunger began to clam ‘ *>i‘ again. He smiled to himself) eighty, cents v/tiuld not go far to appease it here. But there must be a cafe or a tearoom where he could get a cup of coffee and a roll, hot tea and a muffin. He remembered, in dim perspective, that muffins were heavy and “till ing” He had turned the corner pnto one of the more sedate streets and was passing the en trance of a fashionable club house—the name was on the door over a brass knocker—when two young men suddenly emerged. Their exit was so abrupt that they nearly collided with Mark, and they both stopped short, staring at him with the eagerness of men seeking a long lost acquaintance. "Stewed!’’ Mark thought, and pursued his way, looking for a restaurant. He found ore at the other end of the street, with a teapot on the swinging sign. It was down a a few steps below the sidewalk, and, as lie descended, he was sur prised to find the two young club men at his heels. It annoyed him as it could not annoy another man; it recalled the unforgotten days before his arrest, when he was “shadowed.” He took a seat near the door and ordered1 his tea and muffins. The heavy | things would al least assuage his1 hunger. But he felt resentment | when he found the two young men had seized upon the table next, to his and, without much pre tense of eating, themselves, were unquestionably watching him drink his tea and eat his muffin. They were both young, one big-j about his own build, the other i small and fat with red cheeks, j and they were both fashionably ■ dressed; they had the air of idle’ wealth. They were evidently dis- j puting something between them-! selves, and Mark got the impres- j sion that he was their chief in-, terest. It nettled him; he hurried; his food down, drank his tea and paid his bill. It left him twenty cents. As he counted his change and thrust it back into his pocket he laughed bitterly to himself. How would Fosdick like to face his night in the city with twenty cents? He was just rising from the table when his two young neighbors suddenly rose, came over, and pulling out the two empty chairs opposite, sat down, uninvited, at his table. Mark looked at them coldly, appraisingly; their effrontery be gan to amuse him; he was no long er minded to go, but sat still; thrusting his hands into his pock ets he stared at them. The stout young man leaned forward confidentially, his red cheeks growing redder. “Pardon me,” he said cour teously, smiling across at Mark; “It's a wager—my speaking to you, I mean. If you’ve ever made a wager, you know how a fellow feels. I hope you don’t mind our butting in this way. You see, it’s all part of a bally bet I’ve made with my chum here.” “I see”—Mark still studied the pair. ”1 don’t mind. In fact, I rather like it. What’s the bet?” “Oh, it’s a thousand dollars, “(Shut up!” Archie broke in sud denly, “you’re only babbling, Ted. Let’s get to business.” He turned a little ^aughtily and fac ed Mark. _“It’?j this way. My pal here has been getting into trou ble with a lady, an elderly and . exclusive lady, one of the smartest I of the smart set, she won’t have a ! man in her house who drinks too j much, or gambles, or—” he shrug i ged—“you know the usual things! [ Teddy was a prime favorite, but she caught him gambling, and I then he got stewed, two of the I cardinal sins. She’s forbidden him the house, and he’s sore. There’s going to be an exclusive afternoon today, a big affair. Ted has no card. He’s raw about it, and he’s laid a wager with me that she’s all bunk about her rules that she doesn’t really know what | her guests do, that any fellow— I the first man we meet in the street j —given a clean shirt could pass [ muster. I’ve taken the bet. I don’t believe she’ll receive anyone without credentials, she’ll find a way to freeze the newcomer out, even ii a fellow took him in, un less she knows he’s all right. Ted’s bet me a thousand dollars that he can pick up the first man he meets outside the club, give him the clothes and get him in— if I’ll take him past the door and simply say: “This is Mr.—oh, any old name! Now, do you see?" Mark nodded. “I see!" he said, and laughed. There was vigor in his laughter, a jubliant ring of freedom. The sound startled Archie, he looked up sheepishly, but Teddy joined in the laugh. “X "hiet you first outside the club,’’ he said, “that’s the whole of it. It’s a wager—’’ he made a boyish grimace— “I don’t want to lose my thousand dollars, Ar chie, here, is a bit stiff-necked ajbout it. You—I wonder—’’ he leaned back, thrusting his hands into his pockets and jingling his money rather obviously—“I won der if you'll help me out? It’s only for one afternoon, you know, at a tea, there'll be dancing, no end of fun, but the test will be the dinner afterwards. She only asks the elect to that—the sons of Colonial dames, I call ’em. I bet she’ll ask you.’’ “What do I get?” asked Mark. .Archie frowned; it was plain that the wager had been made in a rash moment; doubtless the clubhouse luncheon had not been entirely dry, and the exhilaration of the moment was disappearing. Archie began to see objections to his part in it, but his younger companion w’as eager to pay off his score; his eyes sparkled. “I believe you’ll go,” he said gayly, “you look game! I’ll tell you—if you carry off well, if you get invited to that precious din ner afterwards, I’ll give you half —five hundred dollars.’’ Mark shook his head. “That’s conditional. Your friend here has given me to understand that I’ll fail anyway; be frozen out by by the lady. In that case, I’d get nothing—according to your con ditions. 1 won’t go a step unless I get the five hundred down and my clothes. I’ve none for the oc casion, gentlemen,’’ he added with a twisted smile that the older one caught with some uneasiness. Teddy laughed boisterously. “You’re right, old thing; that’s fair; I’ll put up the stakes and I’ll get you rigged out; now, what about.it?” Mark looked from one to the other thoughtfully. "One thing more who’s the lady?” “I don’t think you’ve any right to ask yet!” broke in Archie. “I don’F go unless I know," Mark retorted tersely. “Oh, come on—he’s got to know!” Teddy said. “It’s Mrs. J^hich Are You? I don't ukb to walk TO WORK OC. G-IVE UP OUB PLEASURE DRIVING BUT IF OUR FIGHTERS NEED EVERY DROP OF Oil amd gasoline they CAN GET TO LICK HITLER AND UIROHITO, THEN i!kt Amo Like \t// I don't LIKE to DO with Ol BUTTER OR PRUNES OC. 90f OP THE CANNED GOODS' OR 07, POODS WEVE BEEN ACCUSTO.V TO, BUT IP OUR BOVS NE MORE POOD TO DEST* 4 THE &EASTJ OF BEP and the tmus-s of t<- - tueki L'LL 6-LA 1LV WITHOUT / Netts-— THIS RATIONING OP S-AS ah' oil an' rubber is , NOTHIN' BUT A RACKET—'l TMBV CAN'T TELL J&E WHEN TO USE MV CAR. I WHAT CA9 I USE WON'T V make anv Difference ! A SMART GUY'S LIKE ME CAM PUT ONE OVER j t'M gOM'TO Get mime?/ MuH-%-^- Ml !! 1 POOD -CATION IW& IS ClDiCULC THEY CAN'T MAKE MK DO WITHOUT /// i'll hoard all i cam l MV HANDS OKI-— WHAT DO l CARE FOP ANYBODY ELSE ANVHO &€l sms. m 3<£«*\ get MIME ! I SIX INCH SERMON REV. ROBERT H. HARPER Jesus the Great Physician Lesion for January 24: John 5:2-17. Golden Text: John 5:6. In the precelling lesson we thought of Jesui winning souls in Yynn, she was a Vandervers i Now, do you know?” Mark shook his head. I'm not up—in Burke’s Peerage.” j Teddy laughed boisterously, “She's Burleson’s sister-in-law; she receives for horn—Burleson’s the millionaire. Burleson? Mark Grant stared at them. How small the world was! This man had been one of his dead uncle’s close friends, he had even testified at the trial! Archie looked at him curiously. “You know the name?” Mark nodded; the idea caught him; to come face to face with his own old world again! But he answered laconically. j “I’ve heard it.” Teddy was getting anxious.1 “Now you know—is it a bargain?” (TO BE CONTINUED) 1 cases where no ills of the body were present. Today we think of him saving souls through saving the bodies of men, in healing them, gaining their confidence and love, and then leading them to the cure of soul. Beyond the relief of tile manifold distresses of men and the improvement of condi tions, we have the blessed work of helping Jesus, through deeds of mercy, to heal wounded souls. As Jesus moved the sick beside the pool of Bethesda, each hop ing to get down into the water for healing, he found a poor fel low whose desperate condition prevented his getting into the pool but was lying: there day after day, somehow hoping that in some way he might get into the pool. And "Jesus said unto him, “Arise, take up thy bed, and walk." In what better contract with the gracious work of Jesus was the condemnation of his critics be cause he profaned the Sabbath by healing. When they first ques tioned the healed man, he did not reveal who had healed him. Af terward, when he saw Jesus again and learned who he was, he “told the Jews that it was Jesus who had made him whole." Some times in this day, in the midst of alien circumstances, we need a fearless witness to the things we have seen and heard. 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