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CAST OF CHARACTERS POLLY CHELSEY, heroine; stranded in London when war breaks out. JERRY WHITFIELD, hero; the Yankee who sees her through. CABELL BANKS, privateer captain,

Yesterday: The pretty woman and the man with the scarred ear enter the picture, but neither Polly nor Jerry are awsre of the danger ahead. Polly thinks of Jerry.

CHAPTER EIGHT ERRY found Nuisance in the stable yard, seemingly resigned to his fate. (He was tied with a rope for safety.) He welcomed Jerry in the flattering way of dogs, looked hopefully to see if his mistress had come, then lay down to doze. He seemed to understand that his cap-

tivity was but temporary and for his own good. The food of the past few days had already covered his lean little ribs and turned him into an engaging dog, though he would never be a handsome one. Jerry gave the stable boy a coin and explained: “I'll come for the dog in the morning before 7. Give him his food and water early.” Jerry then went into the public room and sought out Mr. Toby, the innkeeper. “I'd like you to make out the bill for myself and my cousin, Miss Chelsey,” he said. “We're leaving for the Dover coach in the morning.” “Sit down and drink an ale on the house,” Mr. Toby invited. “I count none too fast.” Jerry accepted the offer and sat down at a table near the door, and when Mr. Toby had made out the bill he brought it there, accepting Jerry's money and making out a receipt. The host had no sooner retired than Jerry Whitfield found himself with a companion. A large fellow with a battered face and torn ear, very unpleasant to see, came | into the room from out of doors. | He was wearing a hackney driver's | uniform and he sat down beside Jerry without invitation. After Jerry had finished his ale the man spoke to him. “It be a pleasant evening, sir, I'm sure.” “Yes,” replied Jerry absently. His thoughts were with Polly above

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UDDENLY he realized that the man with the broken nose was addressing him again: “—yer hands now. A body would guess you're a sailor, by yer hands, fer all ye don't wear sailor clothes.” Jerry looked at his large wellshaped hands that were calloused and weather-brown. He made no answer. The cabby was drinking grog which he had ordered, and apparently he had had too much of it. It was then that the bewildering thing happened. A young woman came in from the street and looked around the room uncertainly. She was the woman in the blue bonnet who had waved to Jerry. She was looking for, someone, and it -surprisingly turned out to be the man at Jerry's table who was drinking grog. “Oh, there you are!” she said to the man in an imperious way. “I told you to wait in the hack! What do you mean by going off and leaving your vehicle this way, to drink grog in a tavern?” “M’am?” replied the cabby thickly. The young woman's face flushed and she stamped her foot with impatience. “Haven't you any feeling of responsibility for a passenger when you get one?” Jerry stood up. “Can I be of some service, Mam?” he asked. The young woman looked at him and her face lighted in a quick smile. “Oh, it's you! How comical! How awfully comical!” “Why is it?” Jerry asked, puzzled and embarrassed. “Because I saw you on the street an hour ago and mistook you for a friend of mine, a lieutenant in His Majesty’s Navy. I waved at you as brazen as could be, and you looked surprised. There was a girl with you, such a tall pretty thing, and she was none too pleased, I noticed.” The strange young woman laughed so contagiously that Jerry joined in. » ” un E said to her then, “This man seems to have too much rum under his skin. I'd better find you another chaise.” “I looked for another before I came in,” she told him. “It's a nui-

sance, being caught this way. I'm Mrs. Alfred Smith of Paddington Green and my husband's warned me time and again about shopping so late. But there was a silk fan with ivory sticks I saw in a shop window on this street and I was bound to have it.” “I'll find you another chaise or hack,” Jerry told her, “if there's one in this end of London.” She considered this for a moment. “No. Wait. All my parcels are in this fellow’s hack. Couldn’t we sober him up?” “We can try,” Jerry replied. He went, to the barmaid and asked her to get a mug of strong coffee from the kitchen. “No, get three cups,” he added, thinking he could do very well with some coffee himself and probably the young woman would feel the same way. The coffee came, and they drank it, and young Mrs. Alfred Smith told Jerry about her plans for her husband’s birthday which would fall tomorrow. She had a friendly, informal way of speaking and of looking up at a person for agreement. She was a little common, Jerry decided, but as harmless as a kitten. Her husband ought to be stricter with her. He’d not want Polly to go around getting into difficulties this way and asking help of anyone that happened along. The coffee sobered the cabby remarkably. He seemed to remember his responsibilities as soon as he had downed it.

O you think he's all right now?” the girl asked Jerry. “Yes. I'll put you in the hack,” Jerry said, offering her his arm. He was still thinking of Polly, and how g thing like this must never happen to her. And so it was that the young woman in the sky-blue bonnet and the sky-blue dress that was cut square at the neck walked out of the Unicorn and Crown Tavern on the arm of the American seaman, Jeremiah Whitfield, whom she had upe.

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soft heart. She had been a fairly good singer in the music halls before she married the owner of the Sheaf of Wheat Tavern that stood on the edge of town on the road to Plymouth, and she'd not lost her

looks or her fetching ways. She was devoted to her husband, a gross handsome fellow with a grasping nature; she not only aided him by serving as barmald of his tavern, but by hiring out as a lure for the press-gangs as well. “But only in the more genteel cases,” she would tell you. Well, Mazie admitted, this was a genteel case and no mistake. Jeremiah Whitfleld was a gentleman and there was no need at all to put him in his place. She smiled up at him impersonally, and said: “This is mighty good of you, sir. I just wish my husband could thank you personally. . . Where's the hack, Cabby? I'm so turned around I can’t remember where it was I got out of it.” “Down this way,” the man said. “What? Down that side street?” Jerry said, “You wait here, Mrs. Smith. I'll fetch the rig to you.” “Oh, no,” she answered hastily. “Just take me to it. That will save time.” = = » HE street was dank, so surprisingly dark that Jerry Whitfield commented on it. “London's a poorly lighted city, it seems to me.” “Sometimes the sperm oil gives out in a lamp,” the girl said, “and then the lighters have to go fetch more. . . . Youre not a Londoner I take it, Mr.—Mr.—" “Whitfield. No Ma'am. I'm used to smaller places.” The driver walked to the rear of the hackney coach. To the crouch-

ing figure he encountered there he spoke a few hissing words out of the side of his mouth. Mazie Miller knew what went on there, and her heart revolted. There was yet time to save this kind blundering young man who had risen to her distress as a fish rises to bait. She thought of the girl who had been with him today in the park and on the bridge—the tall pretty creature who evidently loved him with all her heart. . . No! she would not think of that girl! She would think only of the five pounds that this business would yield her and that she could probably take home to her husband. It was thought of this unworthy mate of hers that brought Mazie to earth and turned her again into a woman of business. She pretended to grope for the hack step. While Jerry was pointing it out to her, the crouching figure back of the hack moved in a cautious orbit through the darkness and closed in on him. ... A cudgel wrapped sparsely in rags came down on Jerry Whitfield's head from the rear and he crumpled without knowledge of what had happened. Never did man lose consciousness with so little concern for himself. But through the confusion of his mind, before utter darkness engulfed him, there passed the terrible meteoric thought of Polly Chelsey waiting for him . . . waiting . . . “A fine job, Miss!” the torneared man said to Mazie. “Hush!” she sobbed furiously, “and give me my money! This is my last job, do you understand?”

(To Be Continued)

(All events, names and characters in this story are wholly fictitious.)

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stopped. “All right, if you're coming come on!” the driver yelled. Tom turned and hurried back. In a moment he had clambered into the cabin of the truck. “I can spot you guvs anywhere,” said the driver, a stocky young fellow needing a shave. “Maybe that's because we carry a bundle slung over our shoulder,” said Tom.

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way you walk. Like you ain't used to it. Where you headin’ for?” “The coast.” “You'll never make it.” “I've made it before,” Tom said. “Yah, but they ain’t pickin’ them up any more like they used to. Why don’t you ride the box cars?” “I like some comfort.” “Fer instance, ridin’ in a truck the stocky fellow laughed. “That's what you're hauling? Into Omaha?” “Yah. You help me unload and I'll buy your breakfast.” » » ” OM nodded. They drove on and soon it was dark. The driver increased his speed. They didn’t make any attempt at conversation. The stocky youth started to sing—popular songs in a loud, booming voice. It was a terrific

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When he | stopped to catch his breath Tom said: “About what time will we | get in?” “About 7 if nothing happens. Then I can get over to my girl's | house in time for dinner. Save | money that way.” | “Good idea,” Tom said. “When | are you going to get married?” “She’s gonna work a while yet. | Soon as she has a couple hundred | in the bank, and I save up another | hundred or two we're going to | do it.” | “You won't be able to live for- | ever on that.” | “I know that. But when we get | married she’s gonna come live on | the farm. Then my maw can fire {one of the girls so it will even things up.” “Your girl certainly has something to look forward to.” “Watcha mean?” “Oh, nothing.” “Are you married?”

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0,” Tom grinned. I haven't been able to find a working girl yet. Anyway I want to see the world first. You know, take a look here and a look there—South America, Egypt, everywhere.” “0. K. if you ain't got nothin’ else to do, I suppose.” Tom tried to keep up the conversation, but it wasn’t any use. The other started on another song. Tom let himself get used to it, in fact, almost fell asleep. It was beginning to get brighter. Then they came around a bend, and Omaha was ahead. In a few minutes the truck was backed against an unloading plaiform. Fences were set up and the pigs run out of the truck into the cars. “Well, that's done,” the youth said. “Tell you what, I'm going to | wash up. Meet me here in an hour. You can go down into the station to wash up, too. I got a place in the hotel.” Tom nodded. He was hungry, but breakfast would taste better after he had cleaned up. tJ = » M was already halfway down the platform when he realized he had forgotten his bundle. He went back. His vocal friend was already gone, but the truck still stood where he had left it. Tom went back into the cabin and took his bundle from the seat. He looked again: There was a billfold; had slipped out of the other's pocket. Tom picked it up. It would be better to take it along and bring it back with him. Somezbody else might take it from the seat. Tom put the billfold in his pocket. After he washed Tom about for a while, k

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hard to read between the lines— didn't look like a very happy prospect to her. That's the way it is— girls fall in with a guy-—everything vets settled before they know what's happening and first thing they're married. Something happens to fellows—wrong girl gets hold of them and where are they? Seeing the world was a lot smarter. Well, the money would always remind him of the guy, and he wanted to forget him. Tom looked at the girl's address on the back of her envelope and set out. It was a little frame cottage on the outskirts of Omaha. “Do you know anybody by the name of——" Tom began. He lookéd up at her, and even as they looked at one another both smiled. “Yes, he's here. Why—oh, you've got his billfold!” She hurried back into the house and Tom followed. “Andrew,” she was calling, “never mind telephoning the police. He's here with your money. » ” » HE stocky young man emerged. “So you picked my pocket, did you—well, you wouldn't ‘a’ got away with it. Lucky fer you that you changed your mind and brought it back—" Tom explained. “Now, if you hedn’t beat it and had bought a breakfast like you promised—" It slipped; Margaret invited him to stay for lunch. That evening Tom came back. “lI didn’t think I'd ever really marry him.” Margaret said. “Of course you want to see the world.” “I've changed my mind,” Tom answered. “But poor Andrew—of course, I guess he would have felt a whole lot worse if he had lost his money instead of just his girl,” she laughed.

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