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KELLERMAN STRIKES WALLACE WHO SURPRISES HIM
WHILE IN QUARREL WITH MRS. KENSON.
Synopsis. Lieut. Mark Wallace. U. S. A., is wounded at the battle
f 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
tte- dead man was Ilampton, a traitor, who sold department secrets to
an international gang in Washington and was detected by hjmself and
KcSlerman, an officer in the same office. Howard -pleads to be allowed
t9 send the child home to his wife and they agree that she shall never
kaow her father's shame. Several years later. Wallace visits Eleanor at
jmtng ladies' boarding school. She gives him a pleasant shock by
declaring that when she is eighteen she intends to marry' him. More
years, pass and Wallace remains in the West. At the outbreak of the
j&Eropean war Colonel Howard calls Wallace to a staff post in Washing
ton. He finds Eleanor there, also Kellerman, in whom lie discerns an
antagonist. For years a strange man has haunted Eleanor's footsteps,
fsflomng 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 Yewcues him and takes
iiaj to his own apartment. In the night the man, who gave ins name
as Hartley, disappears. The next day Wallace is called from his office
and on his return finds important documents missing. His' resignation
is requested. Mrs. Kenson asks Wallace to become a spy for the inter
national gang. He refuses and is clubbed as he is leaving the house.
Hartley rescues him.
CHAPTER X Continued.
C!sler the name of Weston, Mark
tad enlisted in the medical branch of
thar service. It was a lowly branch,
feppised by those who knew nothing
f Its activities. But the choice had
leea between that and nothing, for the
fssT fighting contingents to be 6ent
nrscas embraced only the regulars,
xaA those of the draft. Mark had en
rather than wait, especially since
1. knew that Colonel Howard, with
Jv&2rnian and his staff, were already
Jn yrance.
JLad somewhere within a few square
males vras the base of the American
activities, the headquarters from which
ltet Mobilization in France was being
(Srected.
"Hasrv up to the 'surgical ward !"
jpssH tfee matron, as Mark reached her.
"And ywa, too, Hartley," she added.
Tlrtt two men scrambled up the
.&dz&. At the opposite end of the
ItiaMEng, an old converted chateau,
rirf convoy had halted. Other order
lias were carrying out the stretchers
wnth t&eir living, mangled burdens.
A group of the newly arrived doe
s and nurses was coming up the
-stairs. They were all ready for their
rt Mark no longer saw anything
VfVS. the wounded men. Dripping with
jttssptration, he 'hurried' from the ward
t tine pack store and back, innumer-.
sttSe times, struggling under great
p'Sw of towels and bedding.
Uast have been a stiff fight," pant
ed Hartley, as they passed each other.
3ar responded with a movement of
tk? bead. Tt must have been a fight.
Xke Surgeon Searched His Face.
i JtMY brought all those serious
cuse dewn to the base hospital.
"KTeslcn, you're to go into the ope
rttlaatjg roeic !"
'SBtaft irarce who addressed him spoke
.a & a servant. '
Tss Siister," lie answered, and
raasd his .shoulders and hurried to
"Sfap patiertt, already etherized, 'had
brought Jo, Mark, watching the
ijafi5e4 narrowly as the surgeon probed
wound, knew nothing but his task
mad the surgeon nudged hira famiiiar
'Jy tine tide while one, of the nurses
; sponging his forehead.
i laMw your face- orderly," he said.
was itr
' Km started and looked into the
lcat gray eyes of tn of the army
E OB BA.TWSM
A Romance of the American
Fighting on the Battlefields of
By VICTOR ROUSSEAU
(Copyright, by W. G. Chapman.)
doctors from an Arizona town, whom
he had dined at the mess.
"I think you arc mistaken, sir," he
answered quietly.
The surgeon searched his face, and,
like a decent man, admitted his error.
"Another poor devil gone down," he
thought, as he turned to his work.
There were three more operations
following, and Mark sighed with relief
as nie last man was tarried away. He
took a scrubbing brush and bar of
soap and kneeled down to clean the
floor, while his fellow attendant
scoured the sphished table and carried
away t lie -towels.
Mark was conscious that the nurse
still lingered, and be went on with
his scrubbing. Somehow he did not
want to meet her eyes.
She came toward him and stood near
him, by the table. Something splashed
down to the floor then something else.
Mark raised his head. They were
tears, and others followed them down
the nursing sister's lace. The girl was
Eleanor.
She put out her hands blindly. "Oh,
Captain Mark !" she whispered.
- Mark felt himself beginning to
shake; f;ite set ined to have played a
wretched trick on him just then.
"Why, Captain Murk! Why why
did yon " tliisV" asked Eleanor.
5 "Hey.W -on!" called lgs fellow or
derly from me door of the sterilizing
room; and then, seeing him with the
sister, withdrew.
"You heard my name?" asked Mark.
"I heard it, Captain Mark. Won't
you tell me what it means, what it all
means?"
"What it all means?" he repeated
vaguely, wondering at the concern ou
her face.
"Why you disappeared as you did
from Washington. I knew that you
had applied for leave of absence, be
cause you had overworked in the hot
weather. P.ut you never came
back." Iler voice broke into a sob.
"The Colonel didn't think it strange.
He wouldn't admit that there was any
reason, except that you must have
gone back to your regiment. Did you
ami he quarrel, Captain Mark? It's
unthinkable. I could learn nothing
about you, but Major Kellerman had
said you were tired of the work and
might have got some appointment out
of the service. Their tales were con
flicting. And you weren't on the army
list any more. Won't you tell me, Just
because you know because "
Mark could hardly restrain his feel
ing. "I'll tell you," said Mark, raising his
eyes. "I was accused of treachery, of
betraying secrets to enemies of my
country "
Eleanor laughed in a little, mirth
less voice. "You're still the same,
Uncle Mark.". she W'hispered. "Did you
think I would believe' that?"
"It was not. true," cried Mark, net
tled and desperate. "But it was found
that I frequented, gambling houses "
"You are so fond of money, Uncle
Mark !"
"I wanted money. You were rich.
and I wanted your esteem. I wanted
to move in your circles, to win your
favor, as others could "
She gasped and ,grew red ; he saw
that his arrow had gone home, and
went on pitilessly. ,
'When I was at your reception you
had smiles for everyone."
"That's -enough,. Captain Wallace,"
she said, with' an indrawn breath. "You
insulted me the last time we met, you
know, or probably have forgotten. I
I see that all iiy thoughts of- you
were wrong, l was. always a burden.
And when you didn't write so many
years, and when you didn't come to
see me,, I thought oh, I'll tell you now,
since you have humiliated me as deep
ly as it is possible to humiliate a
woman. I thought you stayed away
and kept away because you liked me,
and because you were afraid that I
might come to care for you, and ruin'
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my. prospects among the rich young
officers. I thought it was a sort of
absurd, misplaced, quixotic chivalry,
Captain Wallace."
Wallace was choking. So she had
known! ...'.-
But lie had won his miserable game,
as he realized from her next words :
"It was -a foolish idea, Captain Wal
lace, and now I've given it up, and I
know that men aren't so idealistic and
chivalrous as I have imagined them.
But" she bent foryvard "I don't be
lieve you are a traitor, Captain Mark!"
And over her head Mark saw the tall
figure of Kellerman in the doorway. '
The recognition was mutual and in
stantaneous. Kellerman's surprise was
changing into a sneering challenge
when Eleanor turned, saw the new
comer, and, :with a superb effort of
will, smiled at him.
"So I see you got here, Sister How
ard," said Kellerman, with a forced
laugh.
"Just In time," answered the girl.
"Have you come to order us all up to
the trenches?"
"Some of you, but not the ladles.
No, I'm attending the General on his
tour of inspection of the lines."
The talk grew indistinct as they
drifted away. Mark, staring after
them in a stupor, saw Kellerman nod
toward him, and fancied that the girl
made a gesture of pleading.
.Neither had noticed him. He reflect
ed savagely that already Eleanor was
coming to take his status for granted,
as the, other sisters did.
CHAPTER XI.
By evening the rush of work had
died down, and the orderlies, save
those on duty, were given the custo
mary leave.
Leave meant Etaples, with its com-
fort able little inn, the chatty landlady
and her pretty daughter.
Mark strode toward Etaples. He
had an intense longing for the lights
and comfort of the little inn. But he
had not gone more than a hundred
paces wlien Hartley hailed him.
"doing into Etaples?" he asked. "Do
you mind my going with you?"
"Frankly, yes. Hartley," answered
Mark. "You won't mind my aaying
so? I want to be alone after"
"I know, old man," said Hartley,
drawing back. "Sorry if I bothered
you."
But Mark swung found on him.
"Hartley, answer mn one question," he
said. "What h:v iliss Howard ever
had to do wit, you? Why have you
been watch "ig her for six or seven
years?"
Harvey began to walk along the
road at Mark's side, ne made a curi
ous gulping sound before he answered.
TIas it occurred to you, Mark, that
the Kenson woman has been operating
in Washington for a good time now?"
he asked.
"I suppose so," Mark answered.
"You know everything was prepared
for years before the war began. The
system had ramifications in every de
partment of the government. You know
Colonel Howard was in touch with it
as far back as the Cuban war?"
"Good Lord, yes, but"
And a man is only a pawn in such
a game. Good God,, don't question me,
Mark ! I've been a tool of hers, but
I'll swear that I never worked against
the government. I learned little by
little of the whole accursed nest of
spies. I obeyed their orders because
well, I can't tell you now but I worked
against them too. I've done them more
harm than good. I had my motives
selfish ones, despicable, perhaps ; but I
was never a traitor. Good God, Mark,
haven't you seen how your faith in me
has begun to make a man of me?"
Mark took Hartley's hand and
gripped it. It was the best and the
only possible answer. In their tacit
understanding they went on toward
the inn together.
Outside the inny they saw an auto,
with a soldier chauffeur in charge.
Hartley gripped Mark's arm.
"Do you know whose that Is?" he
whispered. "Kellerman's 1"
The landlady came to the door.
"Bousoir, messieurs," she sVid smil
ing. "This way tonight, if you please."
She led them round by the side, into'
the kitchen, where they found half a
dozen privates drinking light wine and
teasing the landlady's daughter as she
served them.
There was nothing in this to the
men; they were often turned out of
the dining room-parlor when officers
put in an appearance. But this was
Kellerman! Mark looked at Hartley
and saw intense excitement on his face,
which he was trying most evidently to
restrain. .'
He ordered beer of Annette, and fol
lowed her toward the outhouse in
which the liquor was stored. The girl
was a friend of his, perhaps because,
more serious than the rest, he treated
her with less badinage than was cus
tomary among the soldiers. As she
moved out of the lighted room into the
shadows outside the ' merriment fell
like a mask from her face.
"What is it, Annette4? asked Mark.
"Ah, monsieur, it is tragic 1" said the
girl, pausing at the outhouse door.
"She ts one of my country wotuen. The
accent is of thesouth, or some out
landish part, but she Is French-and
she has come a long, way to meet him,
and hwili riot have anything-to do
with' her. now did she; get through
the lines?? - 5 f- T '
"Who, Annette?"
"The lady iwltfr the American .officer.
Listen, , monsieur ! Listen, then !"
They were standing in front of the
outhouse, which was set near an angle
a , hP old-fashioned building between
the parlor and the kitchen. They
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could hear tne impionug vwo;
woman, and the subdued answers of
Kellerman.
. Then, elusive against the dark angle
of the building, ,Mark perceived Hart
ley. He was standing under the high
sill" of the window, in such a way that
Mark thought he could see through the
chink between the sill and the lower
edge of the blind. Eavesdropping as
he evidently was, Mark felt that some
thing justified his presence there.
Annette perceived him at the same
moment. She started, and then
shrugged her shoulders.
"Eh blen, monsieur, it is their af
fair!" she said lightly, and went into
the outhouse. She was too wise to In-
Sent Him Reeling Backward.
terSre with her customers. Mark
hardly noticed her departure. He was
watching Hartley.
Suddenly the door opened and the
woman came down the steps that led
into the little vineyard behind the inn.
She raised her heavy veil to dab a
handkerchief at her eyes, and at that
moment Mark recognized Mrs. Kenson.
lie remained rooted to the ground
in astonishment. But it was more
than that; he felt suddenly trapped,
as if the woman's presence there was
vitally connected with his own prob
lems, as if he were the victim of seme
far-reaching scheme with which he
could not grapple.
A minute later Kellerman appeared
and stood upon the step above her,
looking Into her. upturned face with
his habitual sneer.
"It is all over then?" asked Mrs.
Kenson. i
"Since you compel me to be frank
yes," answered Kellerman. "It has
been over for years, Ada. To think
that, you should have put us all in this
danger ! You haven't told me how you
got here, or how you sent me that
message."
"How I got here? Does that mat
ter? Well, I came up in a peasant
woman's dress, as one of the repa
triated. I sent you the message through
a boy, who knows nothing his wits
were thrashed -out of him by the Ger
mans. He left the note he won't
trouble you. And I suppose now rm
Suddenly she broke into a shrill in
vective. "I'm to go back, after the
thousands of miles that I came, be
cause you are the only man in the
world who has ever meant anything to
me ! I "gave my life to you. How many
years have you played with me? An
swer me ! And now you fling me from
you as if I were nothing, because of
oh, do you suppose I haven't heard of
you and Miss Howard? I'll call her
that! But take care! I can be dan
gerous when I am aroused, and I'see
now I see clearly now, if never be
fore!" Mark's blood seemed to freeze as he
listened. He had unconsciously drawn
near Hartley.
"You are talking wildly, Ada," mut
tered K'tllerman. "Are you going to
ruin everyone? Do you want to hang?
For you will, Ada. There's no senti
mentality iu war. Now I'm going to do
the riskiest thing I ever did. I'm going
to take you back behind the lines in
my auto. By n miracle of good luck I
have the pasvord for the night.
Come ! And weT! talk over matters
on the drive back I
"Come, Ada!" said Kellerman; and
then he turned sharply and confronted
Mark.
For an instant he stood as if trans
fixed ; then, with an oath, he leaped at
him and struck him a blow in the face
that sent him reeling backward.
Wallace cent to the frent.
Read the exciting details In th
next installment.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Busy men are usually so happy that'
tbty bftYt no t'xas to reilixo it.
Art and Excellence in S
Sometimes a great designer chooses
to show just what simple means will
serve the ends of genius. Here is a
simple afternoon gown of gray satin
that has beauty 'and distinction writ
ten in all its lines and in every other
item' of its makeup. A great name ap
pears on i he small satin lip that Is the
signature to tin's lovely frock, and it
gives the wearer a gratifying assur
ance ot being correctly dressed. But
tbt; experienced student of fashions
does not need to see, it art and excel
lence are written all over the gown
and everyone can infer tliat the name
of an artist belongs to it.
It takes gootl quality in the satin to
achieve the effect sought in this very
unpretentious but aristocratic bit of
designing; this is imperative: but in
color there is considerable latitude.
As pictured it is in a light gray, but
the lovely terra eotta or henna tones,
the new "celestial" blues virile and
lovely and the deep amethyst shades
would be as effective as gray. But
gray is the best choice when the frock
Ts expected to meet the requirements
of many functions, and for other col
ors the choice of fur would be differ
Cozy Furs and Wraps for Children
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Small girls, never too small to enjoy
their pretty finery, are bobbing up on
the promenades and in the parks,
dressed in their new winter clothes.
They are anticipating' the snow with
cozy furs and coats and bright hats
and bonnets, destined to make theni
look like gay winter flowers against a
white background, When it flies. Their
millinery is colorful and often their
coats are in light tones and the shoes
of the small fry, 'more often than not,
have white uppers with black vamps.
Rose, bright blues and the brown and
castor colors are much in evidence in,
millinery and we may promise our
selves a liberal sprinkling of red tones
as the winter advances. Solomon in
all ids glory may have been arrayed
as gorgeously as one of these young
sters, but he never was better suited
or happier over it.
-Of all her belongings the little girl
seems to get the most pure joy out of
fur neckpieces and muffs. Almost as
soon as she can walk they are ready
for her. , What woman cannot recall"
the first fur set that came into her pos
session usually at Christmas time,
and her unmixed delight in it? Notli
Ing but the first parasol and the first
pocketbook. can bring the same thrill
to Uie childish heart. Here are at
least two good hints for the holidays:
Squirrel, beaver, Imitation ermine,
krimmer, and other inexpensive skins
are appropriate for children and are
ingle Frnru.
ent, a nark fur as sea! m- h'aC,. !VW
probably.
The gown is made h tw.. pieo.-.s ;1(
of the skirt there is n,.t lung to sav
but that it is plain, shaikh and per
fectly1 adjusted. The overdress has
rather short tunie joined u Jhe
under a girdle of satin. Cut Uis !-'
scrlptiou is altogether inadequate tr
it doesn't include mention of u nn
management of the lines in this ovc
garmnt. The tunir is banded with
fur what is called taupe lynx. 'IV
sleeves are of georgett crejit- wit!;
deep cuffs of satin. The - " .sliujx
opening of the bodice is outlined itk
embroidery in gray silk-and iler a....
the same embroidery appear on U
cull's. The little chemist is r p.mr.
georgette. There is an interesting tin
ishing toueh in the girdle, w tu-n- it is
slipped through large rings covcnM
with silk, crocheted over them. Twu
long ends, tinished with silk ami sil
ver tassels, complete ihe birdie uii'i
these popular floating ends are placed
at the right side. The accessories
worn with a frock of this kind must
be well considered hose and hat may
not be ehosen at random.
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liked best. There are many others in
cluding those that have acquired
names given them by the furriers, and
the fine thing about them is that they
are within the reach of nearly '
people. For little girls of three and
over there are miniature round rnus
and flat scarfs that are delightfully
cozy. So far as styles are concerned
there is little variation in children'
furs they are much alike until th
miss is well advanced in the flapper
stage. The set illustrated is a fanahB'
and reliable type for little folks. U
Is a long, crinkly white fur that l"ok
best on the youngest wearers, when'
It usually finds itself in the company
of bright-hued broadcloth wars ani
velvet hats or bonnets inure or !e
fluffy with frills.
Make Over Old Clothes.
to Me up-io-aaie uiw- "
community should nave an v
clinic, the department of agrku.tun
suggests. Not the amount yai l
on clothes but the amount yon ae j
the criterion by which you are jua
in this year of war. The home deuw
stratlon agents usually hold the
les, and old garments are brouf
ripped and made over by tw? y
under their direction.
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