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BEGIN FIKRK TODAY Sallie Peck. employe of the Fair Deal Five & Ten. quarrels with her policeman sweetheart. Michael Curtis. That mjht Sallie joes into the yard to take down a washing for Ma Brenuau. with whom Sailie lives. A crash shakes the earth and something strikes Sallie a blow on ths head. When she regains consciousness, the Sri finds herself in strange surroundgs. A French maid calls her Alva Oopeland and Madame Copeland, a tall, richly gowned woman, claims her as her step-daughter. Sallie discovers that she has fallen into the hands of crooks who are substituting her for the real Alva Copeland. A man-servant falls in love with Sallie and helps her escape but takes her to a den of hleves. She is tied in the cellar of the house but manages to loosen the cords. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY EHE renewed rush of blood through the compressed vefns was torture, but she rubbed he l ' wrists vigorously and then set to work to loosen the bonds about her ankles. This took longer, but at length it was accomplished, and she rose somewhat shakily to her feet. Surely there must be water somewhere! There was a constant dripping which could not be from dampness alone and Sallie tottered about until she came to a faucet which jutted out over a fairly clean bucket. A thin stream of clear cool water flowed when she turned it, and pausing oply to rinse the bucket once she filled it a third full and hurried back to the other girl. Raising her head she permitted her to drink as deeply as she would, and -Hen when she fell back gasping with relief, Sallie gently bathed her face and swollen wrists with the remainder of the water. "How long have you been here?” - he demanded, indignant at the girl’s condition. ‘*l—l cannot know. Weeks, I think!” the other sighed. “Day and/ tight is the same, and until now th^ . oneliness —and the dreams —!” She broke off 3nd began to cry -eakly. and Sallie smoothed her hair intil the first hysteria had passed, Y.d then asked: "But why are they keeping you .tere?” “Because I cannot tell them where he diamonds are.” ”What-t!” Sallie jumped as if one of the rats scurrying so near had bitn her. "They don ( ’t try to call you Diamond Bess', too, do they?" “The man did. The man who ,'ound me in the small town where I est the motor after running away from the wreck.” There was no surprise in the girl’s Apathetic tones, but Sallie exclaimed: "This is coming too fast for me! You don’t mean a train wreck? A train called the ‘Gotham Arrow'’?” "Yee. My hair was like yours, but

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I had it made black to avoid this man. and I hid myself in a pension—a boarding house —in New York till my—my fiance could come and take me away. The man followed me even there, and I wrote to my fiance to come quickly for me. When I went out to mail the letter there stood a sedan by the postbox, and a —a lady, quite elderly, stepped from it in great distress and asked me if I would help her, that her sister had been taken suddenly ill beside her there in the car. Thinking no harm I entered, with my letter still in my hand, when the woman pushed me roughly forward, crowded in after me, the door was slammed and we drove off! So they brought me here. May I—oh, may I have just a little water?” Sallle’s thoughts were in chaos when she brought it, and after the girl had drunk she sat to work to unfasten the knots which bound her wrists and ankles also. "You are so good!” the other sighed. “There can be no escape for us of course, but this respite Is like heaven!” "Don't you worry! Weil get out all right!” Sallie spoke with a conm

A STURDY FIGURE CAUGHT HER IN STRONG ARMS. - fidence she was far from feeing. "Do j these crooks know who you are?” "No, and they never shall!’’ the girl exclaimed. - "My letter which they took was signed only: ‘Thine.’ But why do you ask?” "Because I know!” Sallie laughed. "Here I've been thinking you were i dead aIL this while, and everybody j else thinks I'm dead! Look at this ! dress I've got on! tt’s all muck from ; rolling around this floor, but don't ' you recognize it? Oh, you needn't look atAne like that! I won't tell if they keep me here till Kingdom Coine, but unless I'm crazy you're Alva Cope—!" “Hush! Oh, hush!” The other lifted her numbered hand as though to ward off a blow. ’All right,” Sallie agreed equably, i “Maybe you'd like to know, though, that your fiance is still riding up and j down in front of the house watching your window—? Oh. don’t cry! Y'ou’ll see him soon. I know, and everything will be just wonderful for ! you!” "Will you tell me a little more?” j viva begged. “All that you can, and tuickly, before they come and find os like this?” “I sure will! There, your feet are free! Now let me rub your ankles till they stop hurting. When they couldn’t find you, your stepmother kidnapped me out of my own back .yard where the wreck had landed on me, and brought me to New York to take your place.” She launched forth into a detailed account of the events of the past week and Alva listened absorbedly. but in the middle of it Sallie paused with an intense, rapt look upon her face. “What is it?” Alva whispered trembling. “They are coming?” “No! I thought I heard a whistle! There it is again—a police whistle!” Sallie’s voice rose in a shrill cry of ecstasy. “Do you know what it j means? We shall be safe—free!” She jumped up and going back beI hin’d the furnace picked up the ax. “Oh, where are you!" Alva cried, ' cowering and trembling as a heavy, | confused trampling of feet sounded i from over their heads. “You have i not left me!" “Here I am!" Sallie ran back and seated herself beside the other girl, with the ax resting against her knee. “Just thought this might come in j handy in case the wrong parties think of us first. Hear that?” A fusillade of shots rang out and ! • Alva shrank against her, covering ; her ears, but to Sallie it was the 1 sweetest sound she had ever heard. : It ceased and a mighty pounding seemed to jar the very foundations about them. Alva looked up in stark terror. "They’ve got to the door! They’re breaking it in! There go the windows, too!" Sallie was chanting to herself in a transport of joy, as the | crash of glass sounded between the ! heavy blows. "Oh, Alva, you're ! missing it all!” Alva took her hands from her ears, j “I am ashamed,” she said gimply "You are a very wonderful girl, Sal i lie.” “They're fighting for us! Ain’t you glad to hear it and know it? Thewj. the door’s down at last! Now be more shooting!” Sallie s prophecy was instantly veri- j fled, for with the jarring slam which | told of the falling door a very roar of shots rang out, mingled with hoarse cries, and the trampling of feet overhead increased till the stout beams I seemed to quiver. “The shooting has stopped." Alva j ced suddenly. "Why is that, Sallie? There is no longer the scuffling sound, either, although I still hear those horrible groans, don't you? What does it mean?" "I don’t know.” Sallie’s. face set srimh- and she. gripped the ax hani die. '"You stay right where you are ■ and you’ll be safe enough, for you’re out of range. That’s a trapdoor over j that ladder, isn’t it?” ! "Yes. It is through that thay come

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—through that they brought yofi. Oh, those footsteps! They have stopped there! Sdflie! Sallie! What are you going to do?” But Sallie was past hearing. The joy of battle was upon her and spring ing to the side of the ladder she stood waiting, her weapon poised to strike. Heavy footfalls had indeed paused by the trapdoor and after a hoarse murmur of voices it commenced to lift slowly. "I’ve got an ax!” Sallie yelled in

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savage warning. "I’ve got an ax and I’ll chop off the legs of the first man who steps on that ladder!” “Sallie!” A blessedly familiar with a sob shaking jt shouted from above. "Sallie, my girl! Thank God!” The ax fell to the floor as a sturdy figure, disdaining the ladder, swung down through the opening and caught her in strong arms. She did not know that a taller man had followed him and was kneeling by the wasted form on the cot, nor that a stream

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of bluecoats and plainclothes men was coming down the ladder. All Sallie knew was that Mike’s faithful brown eyes were gazing down into hers and his heart beating mightily against the hollow of her shoulder. “Oh, Mike!” she sobbed. s.'T’m sorry I was horrid to you about Mame Dorsey!” CHAPTER XIII Ma Brennan's Last Word "There's one thing,” Ma Brenan observed musingly. "There’s one

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thing strikes me queer in the whole awful business, Michael. Why did you ask Halloran over at Kingsville the name an’ the number o’ - that big red car o’ his that Miss Copeland hired to* drive her in to New York after she ran away from here?” It was two days later and the three were seated on the porch /of the little house in Shaftstown, Sallie at Ma Brennan’s feet with her head pgainst the wide-spreading knees of thSat lady’s best shot-silk dress —

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donned in honor of the constant stream of visitors who had flowed in and out earlier in the day—and Michael beside her, holding one of the girl’s hands as if he could never let It go. “I don’t know why, Ma,” he replied absently. “Line of duty, I guess: routine work.” “But \yhy did the gurl ask it, too?” He shrugged. “Search me! Don’t let’s talk about it! When I think what Sallie s been through—l" 1

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“Now, Mike!" Sallle exclaimed. “You’ll start Ma oft crying again! My goodness, anybody’d think she wasn't glad to have me back, the way she’s been carrying on ever slnoe we walked in on her!” “Think shame to yourself, dartin'! Well you know they were tears o’ thanksgivin’, when I got over the first shock o’ it!” Ma Brennan stroked the shining head fondly with her wore, wrinkled hand, and added: (Continued In Our Next larae)