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===The Isolated Continent A Romance of the frtttnrc -

By Guido von Horvath and Dean Hoard

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For fifty year* the continent of North America had been Isolated from the rest of the world by the use of Z-raye, a wonderful Invention of Hannibal Prudent The Invention had saved the country from foreign Invasion, and the continent had been united under one government with Prudent as president. For half a century peace and prosperity reigned In this part of the world. The stofy opens with President Prudent critically 111. His death Is hastened by the receipt of a message from Count von Werdenstein of Germany that he has at last succeeded m penetrating the rays. Dying, he warns his daughter Astra that this means a foreign invasion. He tells her to hurry to the Island of Ctrynith, but dies before he can tell the location of the place. Astra Is nominated for the presidency by the continental party. Napoleon Edison calls on Astra, Informs her that he was a pupil of her father's, and - promises to hslp her. He gives her a ring made of a newly- discovered substance which, he says, will solve the problem of flying. Chevalier dl Leon appears in Europe. He notes that preparations have been completed for an Invasion of America. He calls on von Werdenstein and offers him the secret of making gold. He demands In rsturn absolute disarmament and peaoe.

CHAPTER V.—Continued. Seemingly it was a pleasant, enjoyable social affair, with everything so smooth and polished that one might easily make a dangerous « slip and break his own neck. When Chevalier di Leon arrived in his apartment he was well aware that lie had been followed, but he did not care. He was thinking of the bewitching Countess Rosiny. Where had he met her? At last he found the place in his well classified memories. ""The American Case Restaurant,” he ejaculated. Then without further delay he went to bed. The chancellor sat in his library awaiting report of his followers. As soon as he received the information that the chevalier had gone to bed and Was safely sleeping he did likewise, but he did f not sleep as soundly as di Leon. He had troubled dreams. The reports that the chancellor received from the men who were following the chevalier the next day were not exciting. He bad visited the museums, studied new industries and, in face, was interested in everything. Shortly before nightfall he went to his hangar, brought out his ’plane and cruised about above the city, finally ascending to such a height that he almost vanished from the eyes of the detectives. By ten o’clock he was again at the hotel. Saturday evening the chevalier attended the house ball at the palace of the Countess even played at the card tables, losing a few gold pieces. The detectives obtained a number of twenty mark coins and sent them to the chancellor with their report; every one was of nineteenth century make. The Countees Rosiny Was summoned to a long confidential talk. No ono knew what they discussed, but when the countess was home and alone In her dainty, perfumed boudoir, she locked the door and flnng herself on her sola, weeping bitterly. “I —I shall betray him, the first real man 1 have ever seen; besides, how can I be certain that he will Hive me?” She clenched her little fist and shook _ it at the portrait of a man who happened to be her hußband. “You fiend, see what you have made of me!” Everything went smoothly; nobody Interfered with the chevalier’s actions, although be knew every move he made was watched. One evening, after returning from one of his daily aerial trips, as he Jumped out of his machine, a dark robe was cast over his head and a number of men grasped him. He struggled, but strong hands held him fast, and a few minutes later he was bound and nearly suffocated by a heavy cloth that shut out the air. Than the cloth was removed and a tight fitting bandage placed over his eyes. “Will the chevalier promise to keep quiet?" asked a strange voice. “For. in that case, I will not be forced to gag him.” ”1 promise," was the helplejs chevalier’s answer. He was placed on a stretcher like affair and carried away. He could not see. but hie sense of bearing told him that they carried him to a near by hangar; there he was placed in some kind of a tonneau and he heard the chug, chug of a very -powerful motor. The buzx of the propelled followed. The next moment he felt the lifting of the aeroplane; the air craft made one torn, then shot out under fall power. Several boars passed without change, but when the machine began to descend he recognised the fresh, salty air of the ocean, and he beard the water break on the rocks 'a a peculiar, mournful manner. The machine landed and he heard

molded talk, bat could not understand It. At last he was lifted out from the tonneau of the machine and carried into a building where the bandage was removed from his eyes and the ropes cut.

He found himself in a simply furnished, clean room with a uniformed officer standing beside him. “Chevalier di Leon, this is your room: tomorrow we willshave a talk." He saluted courteously and, turning on his heels, left, locking the door behind him,

CHAPTER VI. The Message From Helgoland. The election was over. Astra Prudent, daughter of Hannibal Prudent, had been elected President of the United Republics of America. The dignified Ambrosio Hale won the vicepresidency. The elections of the southern republics took place at different dates, but throughout the continent the continentals were in power. The girl, upon whom future responsibilities rested heavily, was strengthening herself for coming events. She was occupied consulting politicians, generals, admirals, making flying trips to the fortifications that' were rapidly going up, or being remodeled according to the new requirements of the times.

Constantly she expected news from the man she had seen only ones, the man whom she looked upon as the deliverer of the American continent, and also the man she loved. Days, weeks, months went by. The day of Inauguration came. She had expected confidently that she would hear from him, or see him on the day she took the oath at the capitol, but she was disappointed.

The whole American continent celebrated the day, but it was empty of Joy for her, the President. She appeared in white, simple, beautiful, unadorned except for the ring which he had given and she always wore. She looked like a bride on her way to the altar with the man she had chosen.

The ceremonies occupied almost the entire day, and the evening was epent at the ball given by the continentalists. Throughout the congratulations that were received a shadow was hovering over all It was late when Astra arrived at her home. She looked over the correspondence that awaited her. There was no line from the man whose handwriting she had never seen, no news whatever from Napoleon Edison. Yet he had said: “You will hear from me as soon as I can tell you something definite. When you need me 1 will be at your side ready to help you.” With these thoughts to console her she bent her head to sleep. The President was at her office early the next morning. Her first official action was to consult with the military commanders, then to send out a proclamation to all the republics of the greatest union of the world, giving them detailed Instructions regarding the defense of the continent. In accordance with the decision of the most competent military men, General Eugene Grant Gunner was appointed commander in chief of the continental armies of America. Extensive arrangements were made to enlist those who were willing to take up arms for the defense of their country, and the old form of national guard tactics were revived.

Astra labored day and night though she prayed that God would prevent the bloodshed for which she was preparing—hey—people. Suohwere—her thoughts and still no news came from the man who had promised so much. Her cheeks began to lose l heir color-, and her large eyes often looked longingly Into the distance. “Why does he not come? Why does he not send a message?” • The Vice-president, Mr. Hale, was announced to her one evening. He

”I Will Be There at 10, Your Excellency."

bowed deeply before her as the President, then with the familiar air of a close friend, he took Astra’s hand in his. “My dear girl,” he began, ”1 am much troubled: your efforts will undermine your health. The rosea on your cheeks are already turning pale. You should think of yourself in the interest of the union, or you will be ill. 1 My dear Astra, you knovf how much I —l adore you.” He had retained Astra’s hand, but at these words she slowly withdrew 1L “I first saw you when under the care of your father, watched you develop, strong and beautiful. I wish you would lft me carry at least part of your burden. I am a man and I can stand more than a frail woman." The girl president blushed; taking

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this for encouragement, Mr. Hals continued : “Astra, I love you; will you be my wife?” _ The statesman stood helpless before the girl who smiled kindly at him. “Sit dpwn, Mr. Vice-president, and be good enough to listen to me." He obeyed and Astra sat down opposite him. “Your proposal honors me, Mr. Vicepresident;-. I am sorry that I am unable to accept it. The times that we arc living in are Such that matters such as this would be ,out of place, and while you have all my sympathy, I cannot tell you that you have my love.”

A sigh escaped her lips; she thought of the man whom she loved, for whom she felt that she was created. She yearned to say soothing words to the friend of her father, but just then a sharp ringing sounded through the whole suite, It was a signal for extremely important communications and she left hurriedly with a glance pleading for Hale’s pardon. A moment later Astra was in the library putting the electro-stylograph in working order with shaking fingers. She could hardly believe her eyes; the pointer of the machine was on the Island of Helgoland, the great German fortification.

The machine was at last adjusted; the sparkling stopped and the Btrong, manly voice of Napoleon Edison was heard. His picture appeared on the helioplate, bowing smilingly toward the gtfl whose heart was beating painfully. Her blood rushed to her head as she responded to the greeting. “Your excellency. I have to report that the confederated fleet of the European monarchies started for Madeira today. I have been a prisoner, but an hour ago I escaped. Tomorrow at 10:00 p. m. I will be at the Crystal Palace to tell you everything.” "I am so very, very happy that I have at last heard from you!" Edison bowedj in the hazy background of the picture she could see another man holding a steering wheel in his hand£ and beside him was the faint form of a woman watching Edison.

"I' will be there at ten, your ex* cellency.” „ “I will expect you!” —The picture vanished. —She leaned over the plate that had, a second ago, reflected the image of the man in whom she placed all her hopes. As she took the paper out of the machine to see the message she pondered: “The message came from Helgoland, and he says he will be here tomorrow. How can that be?” Recalling that the Vice-president was waiting for her, she went back to the green room. “A very important message came,” she said to Hale* in extenuation of her long absence. Then, after a short pause, she added: “I may as well tell you now, the confederated European fleet is on its way to Madeira.” The .Vice-President gasped. “And you have connections with Europe, your excellency?’’ She smiled at his surprise. “Not connections; only one, but that one T'EftilftVft In Implicitly”' “Then there will be a ,session of the union ministers tomorrow?” “Not tomorrow, but very likely the day after.” Shortly after this the Vice-president left and Astra retired to her private apartment, giving out orders no one should disturb her .until the next morning. When the tired, but now happy girl was alone, undisturbed, she kissed the ring with the word “Cirynith” on It, and looked up to heaven with joyful eyes. The man who gave her the ring was coming.

CHAPTER VII. I The Prison. The morning after the imprisonment of the Chevalier di LeOn a military official came Into the room that served as his temporary cell. “I have the liberty to offer you the freedom of the fort in case you give your word of honor not to try to escape. It will not cause you any uneasiness to do that, as there is not the slightest chance for you to gain your liberty.” “Captain, I thank you very Much; not only will I not give my word, but I will tell you plainly that I intend to do my best to escape from this prison, where your superiors have placed me without having she slightest cause for the action.” He smiled pleasantly at the captain and continued: “I can see that you realize how I feel about it, and for that reason I advise you to be on the alert or I will escape.” "Just as you please, chevalier It is my duty to make your temporary detention ‘as pleasant as possible, and •if Agreeable to you we can get acquainted at the breakfast table.” “That sounds good. 1 am hungry.” The dining-room was comfortable and pleasant; the breakfast was simple and wholesome. Prisoner and guard sat silent for a while, and at last the chevalier said: "I suppose it is vain for me to ask you the name of the place where l am imprisoned?” “You are right, chevalier!” “You have an advantage over me, captain. You know my name and I don’t, know yours,;, is it against your orders to tel) me?” “No, indeed, chevalier; my name to Hans Euler.”! “Thank you, Captain Euler. I assure you that I am glad I have made your acquaintance.” They talked pleasantly during breakfast. Afterward the captain escorted his prisoner into the adjoining reading and billiard room. They played a game of carambol; the Shoveller won. (TOM CONTINDaaOJ -

HUSBANDS FOR SALE CHEAP Woman in Her Dream Saw Men Done Up in Bunches Like Asparagus and Bold for Ten Cents. Some time ago a man was awakened in the night to find his wife weeping uncontrollably. “My darling!” he exclaimed, “what is the matter?” “A dream!” she gasped. “I have had such a horrible dream.” , Her husband begged her to tell it to him in order that he might comfort her. After long persuasion she was induced to say this r* “I thought I was walking down the street, and I came to a warehouse where there was a large placard, ‘Husbands for sale.’ You could get beautiful ones for $1,500 or even for $1,200, and very nice looking ones for as low as a hundred.” > The husband asked innocently: “Did you jee any that looked like me 7” The sobs became strangling. “Dozens of them,” gasped the wife, “done up in bunches like asparagus and sold for ten cents a bunch.”

Mixed.

The amateurs were presenting the quarrel from “Julius Caesar.” Brutus was getting more and more nervous. ——% , ——S ——— "I’d rather be a moon,” he cried in that fine burst of scorn, “and bay the dog than such a Roman! I m-mean,” he stammered, “Id rather be a bay and moon the Roman dog—l mean I’d rather be such a Roman and bay the, dog than be a moon, and —be a dog, and—”

Then Cassius pushed him off the stage.

In New York.

“The prisoner has been guilty of an infamous crime. There are no extenuating circumstances. I intend to give him the maximum sentence." “May I interrupt?” queried the counsel for the defense. “What have you to say?” “Only this," answered the attorney in a whisper. “My client is boss of the ’steenth ward and collected $25,00.0 , for the l»«t campaign and—” "Evidently he is the victim of a conspiracy. Discharged.”

Difficult State of Mind.

“We’re all fretted up,” remarked Three-Fingered Sam, “since Broncho Bob got engaged to the schoolma’am.” “I should think a tender sentiment would improve his disposition.” “His disposition is improved, but it's uncertain. If you don’t brag about what a purty gal the schoolma’am is he feels disappointed, and if you brag too much he gets jealous.”

A GENTLE HINT.

Mr. Slowpay —Where are you going? The Grocer —To the post office to kick about the poor delivery service. Mr. Slowpay —What’s the matter? The Grocer —Why, that check you promised to mail me a week ago hasn't reached me yet. ——-— ——■ —-

The Willing Worker.

“I shall leave the service of my country poorer than when I entered it,” said the statesman. “Never mind,” replied the boss. “Perhaps we will build a monument to you.” “Yes. But you’ll never let me have a hand in awarding the contracts for iL"

Not Worth It

“Pa, what is meant by the banquet board?" “The banquet board, son, are people who sit and listen to three hours of chin music for the privilege of eating sl.lO worth of food.”

Accidental.

“Another plunger has come to grief In Wall street.” % “Tell me about it” -= -~ “A window cleaner plunged head foremost out of a window and broke his neck." '

ONE LANDLADY WAS UNUSUAL

Rad-Headed Boarder Said B he Was First Woman Who Could Literally Paint Food on Plate.

The red-headed and dissatisfied boarder was a large man with a large appetite. After dinner he went out into* the narrow yard, shook both his, fists at the silvery moon, hurled several imprecations toward the congress of the stafs, and burst forth into a picturesque flood of abuse which was devoted entirely to the landlady: One of the other boarders, who had been at the house a long time, thereby accumulating a pallid look and a palate with corns on it, drew near timidly and ventured to ask what the special kick was. "What’S the matter!” echoed the large man. “That Old dame’s the first woman I ever knew who could literally paint food on a plate.”—Popular Magazine.

They Keep on Trying.

Around the corner came a motorcyclist, head down, everything whiasing. o He hit the street car amidships and crumpled up like a pine shaving. They lifted him to his feet and the conductor dusted him off. He looked around In a dazed fashion. Then he saw the car.

“1 haven’t been able to do It yet," he muttered. - .. “Do what?” “Knock a street car off the track." Then he staggered away, dragging the wreck after him.

She Gave It Away.

A woman wants toj get rid of her husband’s old clothes in the spring and he wants to save about five suits in case he goes fishing. He never goes fishing, but he hates to part with his old clothes. Mr. and Mrs. Wombat were having the annual battle. “I think 111 give away this old suit, dear. It’s years old." “But I might want to wear that suit to go fishing in.” “Not this suit. This is a dress suit, dear.”

HE KNEW.

“If you’d just hustle a bit you’d make twice the money you do. Why don’t you take a brace?” “Bracers are the very things that keep me from working.”

What Pa Does.

“What does your mother do when things go wrong?” “She just takes it out on pa.” “And what dees your sister do?” “She hops onto pa and ma both.” “And what does your father do?” "It’s different with pa. He don’t stare say much to me and sis, and so when he gets mad he just takes it out on the street railway company and the beef trust.”

A Plain Case.

“Here is a charming story in the magazine.” “What is it about?” “Oh, a woman runs away with three different men before she finds her mate.” “Ahem! ‘I dare say you consider yourself ‘advanced.’ ” “Well —er —yes. How did you guess it?” “By your choice of an adjective."

Telltale Marks.

“It’s not only the thumb prints that leave a clue,” said Mr. Dolan, as he laid aside the detective story. “I can tell you offhand now that Casey the contractor has been having trouble again with his wife.” “How can you tell that?” inquired Mr. Rafferty. “By the knuckle prints under Casey’s left ear."

Elizabeth.

The professor was telling the class in English history of the Elizabethan era. He turned to one of the young men and asked: “How old was Elizabeth, Mr. Holmes?” The young man wore a faraway expression. “Eighteen on her last birthday, Blr,” came the reply.—Lippincott’s.

Number of Heirlooms.

“General Putnam oncq'slept in that bed,” volunteered the landlord. “Uh.” “And. sat tn that very chjdr you. are now sitting In.” "And refused to eat this ham sandwich, I s’pose,” interposed the tourist “Well, 1 don’t think I want It either."

An Exception.

Wife-r You won’t allow me to. do anything. If thiß keeps on, I shall go hack to my mother. Husband (calmly)—l’ll allow that

Who Is Your Master?

B y REV. J. H. RALSTON

SaCMtuy of Gonapoadeoc* Department Miody Bible laatitut,. Chicago

TEXT—No man can serve two master a. —Matt. 6:24.

Mammon may mean seif, the world, the flpah or the devil. We will confine our thought to three possible masters.

Self as Master.

’ Man, as a rule, thinks he Is his own master. He says: “I am the captain of my soul.” He™recalls without hesitation the wordß of the poet’ “Man, know thyself. Presume not God to scan.” and he interprets these words to mean that a knowledge of God is not his first duty. In many cases he utterly Ignores God and sees in himself possibilities of a perfect, man, and strives to develop them by himself. A party of travelers in the Alps were starting out one morning to scale one of the highest peaks, and invited a young man to go with them, and on his declination, asked him if he did not intend to make the ascent. He replied: "Yes, I will make it, but I will make It “by myself: 1 have a guide book, and have my own head.” The party made the ascent and returned in safety. The next day the papers reported the finding of a dead body of a young man at the foot of a precipice with a guide book tightly clutched in his hand. Thus many imagine that they can go on without God. Satan as Master. The teaching of the word of God is very clear that there is an intelligent, powerful, malicious personality in the universe opposed to God, and he is called Satan, or the devil. He is the god of this age, and he is given great power, and seems to be lifted above mankind, to a position from which he exercises this great power. His power is seen in individual lives, and in masses of men. The diabolism that is found in certain companies of human beings is almost beyond belief. The plot against the Jews of Russia charged with the ritual murder of the boy Yushinsky, which, according to George Kennan involved the Russian government itself, can only be accounted for on the proposition that some satanic mind planned It all. Demon possession was clearly taught in the scriptures, and in modem times has been clearly proven in China and, other parts of the world by most conservative and discriminating students. Of some men it can be trqly said, they are devils incarnate. The devil does not always operate in the most debased and fiendish manner, or men would resist him and fly from him. Many whose lives are fairly admirable are. yet in the mastery of the evil one, but do not know it Did not Jesus say that certain men were the children of the devil? In the individual, the mastery of the devil is seep, in his inability to control his appetite, his temper, and his actions. God as Master. But may not God be master? Jesus who was God, claimed to be master, saying: “One is your master, even Christ.” While there are few, comparatively, who acknowledge God as master, there are those who may claim to parallel the 7,000 in Israel who did not bow the knee of Baal. The disciple Thomas freely cglled Jesus Master, and the Holy spirit coupled the idea of the saving power of Jesus Christ with his mastership in the use of the term Lord Jesus. The mastership of God involves several things. First, definite, positive and purposeful surrender to God. When Saul of Tarsus by the gate of Damascus asked: “What shall I do, Lord?” he made a definite surrender He acknowledged himself from that moment as the servant and very slave of God. Secondly, man will at once let God guide him. As God’s guidance is most clearly given in his ward, that word will be man’B study all th 6 days. Thirdly, his life will be one of complete obedience. There will be no further question as to whether the thing God commands is feasible or not. It is only as to whether It la a clear coiqmand. “His not to reason why, his but to do or die." This perfect surrender is not imbecility; it Is a sane, sensible recognition that the leadership of God Is better than his own. An Illustration of frig is seen In the career of auch a man as Dwight L. Moody. Yielding the mastery to God, secures supreme happiness. One of the master tricks of the devil is to make mafi, believe that to serve himself is to secure happiness. The only fear of Dan Crawford, who for $2 years was In the long grass of Africa, was that he might possibly lose his supreme Joy In God—but ha'never lost 1L

E x perience proves that every man has some master. While the text intimates that a man may attempt to serve two masters, he can serve only one. Our thought must not be confined to choice between two masters only when there may be several. The point being that a man serves only one.