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t. POLK COUNTY NEWS, TRYON, N. C 1 '11 M' ! !'l I3 i it , l i ..III 1 '1 if i f ... 14 i'3 s r W ft -IM 1 fi '3 5, I s ti r I .1 f: i 1 1 5 . 9 -i 1 1 s ' i if e5 ,1 ft;1 - - r . - , AMERICAN AKMY IIT (Kglitincf ontheBafflefiel&r of J jCOPYRKSHT. 19ie eflV WALUCE FINDS HIMSELF THE VICTIM OF SOME UNSEEN AND SINISTER FORCE. Synopsis. Lleat. Mark Wallace, U. S. A., is wounded at the battle of Santiago. While wandering alone in the jungle he comes across a dead man In a hut outside of which a little girl is playing. When he is rescued he takes the girl to the hospital and announces his intention of adopting her. His commanding officer, Major Howard, tells him that the dead man was Hampton, a traitor, who sold department secrets to an international gang in Washington and was detected by himself and Kellerman, an officer in the same office. Howard pleads to be allowed to send the child home to his wife and they agree that she shall never know her father's shame. Several years later Wallace visits Eleanor at a young ladies' boarding school. She gives him a pleasant shock by declaring that when she is eighteen, she intends to marry him. More years ass and Wallace remains in the West. At the outbreak of the European war Colonel Howard calls Wallace to a staff post in Washing ton. He finds Eleanor there, also Kellerman, in whom he discerns an antagonist. For years a strange man has haunted Eleanor's footsteps, following but never accosting her. One night Wallace sees the man. -and follows him to a gambling house kept by a Mrs. Kenson. Here the strange man is attacked by Kellerman. Wallace rescues him and takes him to his own apartment. In the night the man, who gave his name as Hartley, disappears. CHAPTER VII. On the way to the war department the following morning he was puzzling ver the affair, Kellerman's presence ia Mrs. Kenson's house," and Keller- foan's possible connection with Hart-1 ley, who watched Eleanor. He could not arrive at any but the most fantastic solutions. Kellerman welcomed him with his usual suavity. They carried up the japers from the safe ; then Kellerman railed Mark into his own office. . "About last night, Wallace" he began. "Of course you acted all right, as you understood the situation, but there was a good deal that you did not understand. That man you took home to your rooms is a sort of international stool pigeon, if I can coin the phrase. Juite despicable the one-time gentle man who has lost his honor ; and dan gerous, because he knows things that body would credit him with know ing. I suppose you wonder what I was doing in Mrs. Kenson's place?" ? ot at all, Major Kellerman." : "My. dear Wallace," said Kellerman, laying a hand on Mark's shoulder, "I want to give you a piece of advice. This is quite apart from our work fcere. I don't think your qualities are adapted to headquarters work. Go Wck to your battalion or;rather, take advantage of your friends in Wash ington to secure a good post" he em phasized the adjective "in regimental TMrk." j And as Mark looked at him in stu pefaction. Kellerman added coolly: "I am' not speaking officially, my fear Wallace, Take the suggestion as fxtettflly one. If I can make it a little clearer to you, your presence in ,'asbington is inconvenient to me for $ersonaf reasons. I think you will ap preciate the reasons the reason, rather." The man's insolence was madden- iag. Mark's impulse was to dash his jfists into his face. But discipline ! told. 4 Mark saluted stiffly and went away: lie sat down at his desk, fuming. Of i-oorse Kellerman had referred to El inor; and it suddenly occurred to Mark that . Kellerman might have made a good deal of headway during Ws absence. Mark and Colonel Howard occupied small room at the end of the corri dor; the clerks' room was without; be? wecn the two, accessible, from each, 'was Kellerman's office, which commu nicated. In .turn, with the Brigadier's. Colonel Howard came in after a while, and they went over their plans together. They were engaged on a implicated piece of work, involving tonnage and computations of cubic feet of space for cargoes. There had been an error somewhere, and Mark was trying hard to discover it when ae Brigadier came in in his usual iras cible manner. "How long will that job take, How ard?" he asked. "Wallace will have It finished by nwn, sir," answered the Colonel. The Brigadier waved Mark to his cat impatiently. "Bring it right in to me as soon as you have the figures, please,' he said. "I'll wait for It. Sure j on can be through by noon?" Tm sure, sir," answered Mark, who was hot on the trail of the error. The Brigadier withdrew, taking the Colonel with him-. for a conference. Mark worked steadily. The omission waB found, the computations were halancing. A clerk knx-ked at the 4oor. - -What Is it?" asked Mark impa tlenUy. "A mu to sec you, sir. He says hl nnnMs Hartley. Shall show him UiV ;-Oood Lord, no I I'll c Wm !a the waiting room.' answered Mark. lie lock! in ' CQce door..- wmt V.G CHAPMAN K J through the clerks' room and into the anteroom. Hartley was standing be-1 side the window. He looked up sheep i shly as Mark entered. "Well?" asked Mark crisply. Hartley grinned. "I didn't take the cups or the picture. Captain Wallace," he said. "Well, what about it? What can I do for you?" "Why, I I wanted to tell you as much, Captain Wallace. I've sunk low, but not to theft. Only I didn't feel I could stay." "Good Lord, man. Is that all you have come to tell me?" "Well, you see there wjjs something else, but " stammered Hartley. "Out with it, then!" "I wanted to thank you for what you did for me. and " The man seemed to be trying to spin out the interview for some indefinite purpose. Mark turned on j his heel. His temper was not of the best just then, and Hartley was tbe last man in the world whom he wanted to see. "All ri.uht." he answered. "Steer clear of that woman of Mrs. Keuson, Hartley. It's evident that she doesn't reciprocate your feelings, or whatever they are, and she seems to have some dangerous friends alnrnt her." .He relented suddenly, and, going forward, clapped the man on the shoul der. "I guess you've Hartley," he said, together, man." ' The sheepish, had your troubles. "But pull yourself unmanly mask dropped from Hartley's face, caught Mark's hand impulsively. "I'm a cur, Captain Wallace!" cried. "I I" He he "That's all right, Hartley. But. by the way, who told you my name?" "Captain Wallace, don't ask me that ! Go back! Never mind me! Go back into your office at once!" cried Hart ley. He broke past Mark with a sudden. spasmodic movement,, gained the door, and rah down the corridor. Mark looked after him in stupefaction. Hart ley-had not been drunk, and his pres ence there had seemed purposeless. Suddenly, with an intuition of danger. he hurried through the clerks' office, unlocked his door, and entered. The room was filled with a furious gust of wind. The mobilization papers were whirling on his desk in front of the open window. The circular fan, which had been distributing a gentle breeze impar tially from side to side, now poured its current of air immediately upon Mark's desk. The rotary movement had been stopped, and it had been set to maximum speed. And this was not the small fan cus tomarily in use in the little office, but a large one from the clerks' room. VVhen Mark had left to Interview Hartley, he had seen Kellerman at work through the glass door that con nected their two offices. Now Keller man's desk was vacant. Mark slammed down the window; there were two locks, and Mark and Kellerman had each a key. Nobody could have entered. But Mark was positive -that Keller man naa set tne ran. it stoou on a shelf against the partition. Looking UP, Mark saw that there was a tiny bole immediately behind it, large enough to permit an inserted wire to push back the lever that controlled the rotary apparatus. Yet this might have been nothing vbut n wonnhole In the wood franuroork of the door. With a gasp of rage Mark hastily stopped the fan ami run back to his desk. He l'Cun collecting the papers. laej liad blown hither and thither; soma had fallen behind the desk;' some on tha radfhtor." The floor was littered wills t; Had any gone out of !the window? There should have been two hundred and nine. There .was nothing to o but count them. Mark began,' but Bis fingers trembled so that he could -hardly turn the pages. ' " In the very middle of this task the door clicked ; the Brigadier and Colonel Howard entered. - ' "Well, Wallace, finished, I hope?" asked the Brigadier with the cordiality of one who has beeh refreshed by a good dinner. "Let me see!" Mark turned the leaves nervelessly, while the Brigadier and Howard stood silently beside him. r : 7 He reached the end. He had count ed exactly two hundred. That might have been ; an error. But thepaper was not there. , i . He looked up to see the Brigadier peering Into his face with an extraor dinary expression. t He, heard himself stammering, fumbling for words; he stopped. . . - Colonel If pward sprang forward and caught him by the shoulder. "Wallace, my dear fellow, pull yourself togeth er !" heX was pleading. t'What's , that you're saying? ; Blown out of the win dow? It's the heat, sir. He's been overdoing It ! i "Very possibly, said the Brigadier caustically. "Pray have.a look, then, Howard. Take your timc'V Mark was searching again. He stopped as they came to the last pa per, which was now the two hundred and third. "It's no use, Colonel Howard, he cried. "It has gone out of the win dow. I was called out. When I came back the fan was turned on my desk and the papers were ' blowing about the room. Somebody perhaps the mechanism slipped. I don't know. I'm tired my God, how tired I ami" The Colonel was pushing him into a chair, tie neara tne storming voice of the Brigadier a long distance away. Howard was expostulating. They were -going through the papers again. A clerk had been called in. Mark heard somethlnff about searching the streets. somebody was telephoning. And, man in the next room, long before he opened the glass door and entered. He was alone, and struggling back into the realization of his situation. Kellerman's threat and his refusal to The Mobilization Papers Were Whirl ing on His Desk. consider it, the visit of Hartley, be- An 4w . T I I - 4-Y oil I n t . . L .v I. Z t- of the devilish conspiracy. He rose unsteadily to his feet, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Colonel Howard was coming through the open doorway from Kellerman's room. "Sit down, Wallace," he said grave ly. "I've been talking to the Brigadier, or, rather, he has been talking to me. You must consider yourself under ar rest in 'your quarters. Now, how did this damned thing happen?" Mark explained as lamely as one who bad heard excuses of all kinds from soldiers brought hef ore htm for various offenses, during his term of service, and waved them aside. "You, know what this means, Wal lace?" asked the Colonel In a kindly, serious tone. - : , . "New plans." "Yes, but to you?" "I guess so, ColoneJ Howard. And I'd like to hurry it throughi Of course I shall want It over. I'll go home now, and" x "Stop!" Colonel Howard's chal lenge had a triumphal ring to it. He placed his hands on Mark's shoulders and swung him round, looking straight into his eyes. "Thank God for that, Mark!" he cried. "I fought the Briga dier over you, and I'll fight him to the end of time. I told him it was a damned lie. I'll swear to It." , "What do you mean, sir?" "That you are;a frequenter of gam bling houses, Wallace. -That's the story, that they have been putting oyer on. him. You know whom I mean by they. Washington's swimming with that crooked gang, and that story-r- wen, they managed to start that in circulation and saw that it reached the Brigadier's ears. He heard that you were in a fight outside Mrs. Kenson's place in the small hours this morning. Mark, 111 see you through this. ; Impulsively the kindly old man start ed toward the door; ; He had 1 almost reached It " when Walleye found Ms tongue. v.: "Stop!"?, - J; rrwo 5irtnwl halted. 'one: hand still outstretched "toward -the door. - Eh, my boy?" he asked. "One moment, sir! I cannot let you go to the Brigadier. .; Lhave Heverbeen inside a gambling' house In my lfej but I was outside Mrs. ivenson s piace msi night" A sudden feebleness seemed to come over the Colonel. TVii m nhnnt It Wallace. Tell me why you went there. You kjiow her. then? Don't ; you know that sne s T .know nothing about her, sir. I merely ask you jnot to go' to the Brig adier. : I shall proceed to my quar- ters." - . - -. ' - ;u i'You understand there will be a court-martial?: ' 4,Naturally, sir," Th war denartment hasn't much superfluous time on its hands to wash Its dirty linen. We want to get nheaa. We want to forget this. I think If you will send In your resignation" "YOU shall nave it tfonignt, sir. CHAPTER VI I I. Mark rushed to the street and found himself face to face with Eleanor. She was coming out of .a store, and going, evidently, toward the cab which was waiting against the street curb. They almost ran into each other. Mark lifted his hat mechanically, and thought she was about to pass, but suddenly she took him by the arm, and looked at him earnestly, extreme concern upon her face. "What's the matter, Uncle Mark?" she asked. "You're ill you're looking frightfully ill." "Well, it's a pretty hot day," said Mark. "Yes, but you can stand heat, Uncle Mark. You don't look fit to be around. How long have you been ill, and have you been working all the time, and why didn't you send for me?" "I'm not ill, Eleanor," said Mark, trying to smile. Then: why haven't you been to see us? Have you forgotten our talk that night? What's the reason? Tell me!" "You father keeps our noses to the grindstone, Eleanor." "That isn't true, and please don't play with me as if I were a child, Cap tain Wallace. Come, get into this cab at once! I am going to'take you home and have Mrs. Howard look after you at once. Oh, you are laughing!" It was rather a grim Jes? to Mark, but it occurred to him that It would help to alienate Eleanor. She drew away from him and looked at him with those keen, scrutinizing eyes that had in some measure discomfited him at the Misses Harpers' school. "Uncle Mark," she pleaded, "do tell me why you are acting so horribly when I am only thinking of yon. It's just the way you acted that other night until we got to understand each other. And tell me why you haven't come to us." "Well, Eleanor, the truth is," said Mark, "the work at the office has just about taken it all out of me. And then, in my position, of course there are vis its that I must pay." "Of course," said Eleanor iron ically. "Go on, Uncle Mark. I shall see through you presently." "But I have been meaning to visit you soon. Only, you know, I am not In, any sense your guardian now, and so, Eleanor, If you want me to be frank, it is a little unreasonable of you to put forward my duties in that respect when I have no compensa tions." She started. "You mean that you didn't want to come?" she asked. "I did want to. But I have so many duties 4,Thank you. That's quite enough, Captain Wallace. My conduct In In truding on such a busy man has been quite inexcusable. Good day, Captain Wallace !" She made a mocking little bow and went toward her cab. She stopped and looked back. The brief anger was ended. But Mark was already free from that intolerable interview and stumbling homeward. He let himself in, wrote out his res ignation, and mailed it. As he paced his room, pondering over the situation, It seemed to him that the key to the mystery lay with Hartley. Even yet he had not allowed himself to believe Kellerman a traitor. But it. was essential that he should find Hartley, and insist upon a confes sion, both of-his motives In watching the Colonel's house, and of those that had brought him to the war depart ment. Suddenly the . telephone interrupted his meditations. A woman's voice at the other end was asking for him.. , "Are you quite sure you are .Captain Mark Wallace?" It inquired, when he had stated his identity. "I am as sure as I have ever been," answered Mark. . Wallace receives a strange of fer, which he indignantly re jects, and then-darkness: What happened to him is revealed in the next installment. Don't miss it. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Foul Play. . Lady (who has given a tramp a plate of scraps) ; "You must feel the humiliation of begging f or, ? food." Tramp: "It's not that so much. mum. What hurts me is that I'm depriving the pore iinnercentf owls of a feed." Necessary: for Friendship. There are two elements that j?o to tbj composition of .friendship ; Truth and Tenderness. Emerson. fl& 1 1 . vg:-:-:-::.-:-:-:-: i ...n. utmKj'A..'.' JMMUM.WW m Fur fabrics have become so hand some and rich that they4 associate on equal terms with real skins. They do not suffer by this close comparison. Until the present year coats made of these fabrics were set off by collar and cuffs and bands of fur, but now we find the fabrics and fur dividing hon ors in the body of as brilliant garments a any, except those magnificent long wraps and cloaks of costly skins that are only the privilege .of the very rich. The time may come when things a they were will be reversed and the fur fabrics become a decoration for coats made of fur. Among the really impressive coats that have be$i brought out for mid winter wear, there are some very hand some models in which fur fabrics are so generously trimmed with fur that the effect is that of an all-fur garment. The picture at. the head of this article portrays a coat of castor-colored plush which looks something like moleskin, but is more lustrous. It is straight hanging and has a wide girdle of the fabric, crushed about the figure belw There are some hats, that belong to middle life, or rather that do not be long to the youthful. They match up with the poise, and assurance in style, of matronly wearers who have culti vated the art'of dressing. It is their privilege to clothe themselves with more brilliance than belongs to youth. Rich fnr turbans and small hats and hats made of beautiful plumage are among those .that look best ou older" womenyouth is not the. right back ground for them. The superb f eath i rs from the peacock's neck and gor geous tail, and other iridescent feath ers, and those whose markings are marvels of nature's work, are used .to cover shapes either quiet or spirited,, for matronly wearers. The new all-feather hats are distin guished this season by wing and other trims that are in one with the, hat That is, th carefully placed plumage is simply extended into w-ing or crest or ec-ronet that seems to grow from the liat as natural as the wings from a hird. These hats are suited to fall and winter wear. Only a few feather hats anticipate these seasons and these are all-white feather hats that often, ap pear in August. " . .. ' . ' ; The group . of hats shown here ia typlca I of the styles, a coll ectlon of four of the best that . the season has & a- . .. i. orqugiu xo us. rney include a mcorn entlrely covered with feathers,, a hat wuDerb i lumaffe in h - A- ' epttis of Wi the waistline and fash-mM A the front with a large buckle.- 'Thf very dwp border at the bottom is in:!k of threw bands of skunk fur urn! there is H splendid collar vof this decorainj: fur. Ample cuffs of it give character to the roomy sleeves. Although not in th same class with the highest priced all fur coats, these combinations of fUri and fabrics are not. found he inex pensive. But both plush of this kind and skunk fur are good investment. The skunk is among the most durabls of furs and the plush will outwear it Sport-Wear Scarfs. To replace the knitted and woven scarfs manufacturers are tuniini; their attention to scarfs of velours ma terials, in bright colors, for sjKtrt wear. These are straight and have the popular pockets at the ends. For Cushions. The good parts of a discarded mat tress may be used by cutting into squares, covering with cretonne or oih er cloth and using as chair :md win dow seat cushions. rilliant" Mats havim? a narrow brim draped with '' - f vet, and a verv beautiful "poeahonuw i - r . band that towers to a cousine height at the back, a plain turban w one with a very narrow brim- ' one is covered with plain, tan-col' feathers at the side. Short. louW wings are extended from the n-uwii. h each side. The feathers tiait a it on these hats show bronze a 11,1 v'v"v green ihe predominating colors. Wi are contrasted with tan. brown, mm gray, and there are innumeraM'' u that shift about as the light H'1 them. But no one can desenk' quately the markings or coloring a beautiful feather. They arc m wonderful than flowers. . Klu Bands Galore. Hands, bands, hands- dresses have as many a.s a '"r' rincred circus. There are bund fur on both Jodices and skirts, n are bands of velours de laine n I black velvet skirt, for 'listanct7d i a-;iliiriv ton"- 7 wnicn jenny i - r. Strips of fuzzy looking angora lv cat'"- fy Jersey rrocKS, ami w hi ,m rt n. nil fill Sometimes, too. there is a dou' I ' . . i. - vnli " 1 j playing ; and betwyn u se.e Introduced ros of frins
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