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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM, MONDAY, JULY 31, 1916

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By Wm. J. Burns "I love you with all ray heart and soul; I want you to be my wife, dear! I never knew before that such love could exist in the world! You have your father, I know, but, oh, I want to protect you and care for. you, and keep all harm from you forever." "Guy!" Her voice was a mere breathless whisper,, and her eyes blurred with sudden tears, but he slipped his arm about her, pnd drew her cloBe. , ' "Emily, won't you look at me, dear? Won't you tell me that you care, too? That at least there is a chance for me? If I have spoken too soon, I will await patiently and ssrve you as Jacob served for Rebecca of old. Only tell me that you will try to care, and there Is nothing on this earth I cannot do for you, nothing I will not do! Oh, my darling, say that you care just a little!" There was a pause' and then very softly a warm arm 6tole about his neck, and a strand of rippling brown hair brushed his cheek lightly as her gentle head drooped against his shoulder. "I I do care now," she whispered. "I knew that I cared when you went away!" The minutes lengthened Into an hour or more while Morrow in the thrall of his exalted mood forgot for the second time in the girl's sweet presence his battle between love and duty: forgot the reason for his coming, the mission he was bound to fulfillthe letter he had promised his employer to obtain. For many minutes Guy Morrow and Emily forgot all else but the newfound happiness of the love they had Just confessed for each other. Morrow had even forgotten that most-im-portan letter which, after many misgivings, he had solemnly promised his employer to obtain from Emily. It was a phrase which fell from her own lips that recalled him to the stern reality of the situation. "My father!" she exclaimed, startlng from Morrow's arms in sudden confusion. "What do you suppose Father will Bay?" "We will tell him when he returns." Morrow spoke with reassuring confidence, but a swift feeling of apprehension came over him. What indeed Tould Jimmy Bninell say? T1k 1 HP

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s Her employer said nothing in reply to this pseudo explanation. In his heart he was thinking "that was not Somerdyke's voice thank goodness! But It was no clerk from Baird's either. And he delivered to my very uncandid little stenographer no message from her sister. Caryl Marvin was at the place suggested by Ben Hadley some minutes before he appeared. Standing in the park gateway, the girl waited for him, Copyright, 1916, by the McClure Little Jem sat on a stump in the corner of the barnyard looking very siid. The wpather was chilly and his thin Jacket, full of holes, did not keep out the dampness. But that was not the cause of his grief. The real reaso was that his father was ill nnd the doctor seemed to think he would never get well. Jem was the youngest of five brothers. 'The four older boys did nothing but ride around the country, letting the farm go to ruin, while their father lay rick. They would not even aid the old man, but left him helpless, and had it not been for Jem. the ! poor father would have suffered for I frod and lire. It was Jem that made I a blaze In the sick room and Jem i that brought in cool water as well as hot soup three times a day. One day at sunset there came to the house an old man who was known far and wide for his wisdom. In fact, he was so lse that people called him Hip Wizard. ' Friend." said the Wizard, as he took a seat by the ill man's bed. "I have come to see if there is anything I c.in do for you." "No." replied the old man, feebly. "Jem cares for m ell, but the other boys neglect me In mv last days." "I can fix that." replied the Wizard, with a smile. "Here are five boxes. Four are of gold, and the last one of Iron. Place all undr your head and order no one to tou h them while you are living. 'Only tonight you must rhow them to your children and tell them to each nelect the one he wishes toll vae, but he is not to get it unless he proves In future a kind son." At evening when the' sons came In the sick man sent for them to come to his room. They had not been In it fr weeks, but when Jen told them of the golden boxes they came quickly. "There are five boxes," said the father. "You boys choose the one you wish, but it must be left under my bed as long as I live. If you each prove good sons you will receive at my death the one you selected." The boys crowded about the beautiful cases, and the four older boys took the four golden ones for their iire, leaving Jem th- 61d battered Iron box. But he said nothing, only flipped them back far under the bed. The next day the greedy sons began

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and Isabel Ostrander thought of lying to Emily's father was repugnant beyond expression, and yet what account could he give of himself, of his profession and earlier career? What credentials, what proof of his integrity and clean, honest life could he, present to the man whose daughter he sought to marry? At the first hint of "detective" the old forger would inevitably suspect his motive and turn him from the house, forbidding Emily to speak to or even look upon him again. There was an alternative, and although he shrank from it as unworthy of her faith and trust in' him, Morrow was forced to accept it as the only practicable solution to the problem confronting him.

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THE dessert for Summer -mu6t be specially suited to the season. During hot weather delicate sweets and frozen desserts of various kinds are sure to meet with favor. This dellcions dessert is simply made by first preparing a vanilla custard, t!ien pouring it into little custard cups. Decorate the top with whipped cream and a teaspoonful of grape jeliy. put two cups of milk into a sauce;.ii with four tabicspoonfuls of end one teaspoonful of vanilla o ! a fro'.vn of anxiety on her forehead, j It was already 1 o'clock. She did not want to place herself in a position where Julia could question her as to her whereabouts this afternoon, there fore she must be back in her room before her sister returned from work. Yet she hated to miss a moment of pleasure with Hadley. "Why stand looking exactly in the opposite direction from that in which I might be expected to come?" asked a gay voice behind her, and all shadow Newspaper Syndicate. New York. a different life. They waited on the sick man, brought him dainties to eat, kept his room bright and warm, and there was nothing too. hard if it contributed to his pleasure. One day Jem went early into his father's room and found him dead. The other boys came racing in. did not stop even to glance at his face, but jerked the boxes out from beneath the bed. "Hero is your old crate!" shouted the oldest son, as he threw the iron case at Jem's feet. But Jem, who was weeping over his father's body, did not. notice it at all. All morning he sat in silent grief, and in the afternoon a kind neighbor came and buried the old man. The four sons had ridden away to tell their friends of their coming good luck, for they were going to give a big party and open the golden cases before the uests. "Of course," they said, "the boxes must be full of jewels, for there is nothin else one would put into boxes of gold." That night a crowd gathered to enjoy the feast. At last the sons brought out each his box. Up in his own room little Jem was all alone with the old Iron box on his table, for he prized it as his father's last gift. Suddenly the door opened and in walked the Wizard. "Open the boxes!" exclaimed he ro the sons. The four young men jerked open the lids, expecting to be dazzled by flashing jewels, but within was only black powder. The guests looked frightened and the sons grew red with anger. "You are getting just what you deserve," laughed the Wizard. "You ungrateful sons, who neglected their father, and only did for him in hopes of gain, you will now get your reward. Your hearts are black. Now black be your bodies in future, and may you one day repent and resume your human form." With that he threw on each son the brack powder, and as it touched them they became crows, flapping their way sorrowfully out of the window into the night. Then the wise man went into Jem's bare little chamber. "Open your box, son," he said kindly. Jem pried up the lid. and there vanished from the girl's face as se turned and greeted the new arrival.

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"Oh, no, don't let us tell him yet!" Unconsciously Emily smoothed the way for him. "I don't mean to deceive him, of course, or keep anything from him which it is really necessary that he know at once, but it seems too wonderful to discuss, even with Father, just now. It Is like a fairy promise, like moonshine, which would be dispelled if we breathed a word of it to anyone." "Of course, dearest, if it is your wish, we will say nothing now," he. returned slowly. In his heart a fierce wave or self-contempt at his own hyprocrisy surged up once more, but he forced it doggedly down. More Tomorrow. Custard essence; let the milk steep until it u well flavored. Bring it to the point of 'boiling, then strain it into a bowl; .whisk five eggs well, and, when the milk has cooled a little, 3tir in the eggs and strain this mixture into a bowl. Place the 'bowl in a saucepan of boiling water over the Are; keep stirring the custard (one way) until it thickens, but on no account allow it to reach the boiling point, as itwill instantly curdle and be full of jumps. Take it off the fire and pour It into glasses. -By-Virginia Terhune Van de Water "I wasn't even thinking of you just then," she averred. "What were you thinking of?" he asked, laying his hand on her arm and leading her into the park. "We'll walk for a little way over to Fifth avenue and then take the 'bus down to a certain tea room I have in mind so you can tell me now what you were daring to think of while I was hurrying toward you with all my thoughts flying in your direction." The girl laughed, then sighed. "Oh, well," she replied, "if you insist on knowing, I was thinking of my sister."' "What; about her?" "Why I was wondering what I was to tell her when she asks me the name of the person who took me out last night. For she will ask it, of course." "She doesn't know yet?" the man queried quickly. Caryl shook her head. ""Oh, no I didn't tell her." There was a moment's silence. "She thinks my employer is just about right," she observed with apparent irrelevance. "Oh she does, does she?" the man remarked, with a knowing smile. "I see! " Even Caryl had the grace to feel vaguely uncomfortable at the implication conveyed in his tone. "Oh," she hastened to explain, "I do not moan that he has paid her any especial attention only he happens to be the one man she knows in New York, and he has talked a lot of fatherly things to me at least he has tried to about following my sister's advice, and I suppose Julia thinks that as long as I am with him and no other man, I am safe!" (More Monday) THE ONLY WAY. "Do you think It right to quarrel Kith one's wife over the telephone?" "That's the only time to do it. You in shut her off before 6he can got in lie last word." within on a cushion of velvet was a priceless diamond set in a large cross of gold. "That belongs to you, my boy," continued the Wizard. "You did not work for reward, but you" deserve a rich one:" So little Jem sold his diamond cross, went to court, and one day was appointed the chief justice of the nation for his kindly and just ways. Tomorrow's Story. "Bennle Dog and the Fox."

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SYNOPSIS. On Windward island Paildorl intrigues Mrs. Golden Into an appearance of evil which causes Golden to capture and torture the Italian by branding his face and crushing his hand. Palidori opens the dyke grates and floods the Island and In the general rush to escape the flood kidnaps Golden's six-year-old daughter Margory. Twelve years later in New York a Masked One calling himself "the Hammer of God" rescues an eighteen-year-old girl from the cadet Casavanti, to whom Jules Legar-has delivered her, and takes her to the- home of Enoch Golden, millionaire, whence she is recaptured by Legur. Legar and Stein are discovered by Manley, Golden's secretary, setting fire to Golden's buildings, but escape. Margory's mother fruitlessly Implores Enoch Golden to find their daughter. The Masked One again takes Margory away from Legar. FOURTH EPISODE THE NAME AND THE GAME Legar had reason to "feel well pleased with his morning's work. Defeated for the time being, in one quarter, he promptly swung about and struck at another. His attack, in this instance, was directed at nothing less than Enoch Golden's own home. There, effecting an entrance through a neglected coal chute before even the servants were astir, he had crept stealthily upward until he found refuge in a trunk room. Through the door. crack of this trunk room, however, he soon had the dubious pleasure of beholding a figure quite as stealthy as his own, a figure that wore a laughing mask and made its way cautiously downward to the door of Enoch Golden's study. On that door the masked figure, before vanishing as quietly as it had first appeared, pinned an oblong paper. Stealing up to it, Legar read: Enoch Golden: You have proved a disappointment to me. Despite my warnings, you still oppress the poor and abuse your power. Your daughter has been saved from the clutches of Legar, and at the proper time will be produced. But that time will not come until you have changed your ways of life. So while still you have the chance, do some good deed! THE LAUGHING MASK. Legar, having thoughtfully perused this strange warning, promptly added a postscript: As a slight sign of my disapproval, I am appropriating your fifty thousand dollars from the vaults of the Third National bank, for which I now tako occasion tt thank you. Ten minutes later Legar had made his escape from the house and was speeding southward in his car, to confer with his own men as to the approaching assault oh Golden's wealth in the Third National vaults. The Laughing Mask himself, in the meantime, was busy with his own-en-A Figure That Wore a Laughing Mask. tcrprise. He had rescued Margory

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Golden from Legar, it was true, but her conveyance to a place of safety, in open daylight, was a much more difficult problem. In his extremity, accordingly, he had to resort to those expedients nearest at hand. This led him down a secluded byway, where the powder shack of a construction company still stood half way up a wooden hillside. At the end of a tunnel piercing this hillside was a timbered chamber for high explosives. Guarded as it was with its double lock, the Laughing Mask seemed an expert in the manipulation of such obstacles, since five minutes' work with his skeleton keys threw open that wellhidden room. Once there, he even ventured to explore his surroundings and takefrom their case certain small cylinders Incased in grease-stained paper. He did not explain to the already overpuzzled girl, however, that these grease stains were made by a substance known as nitroglycerin, nor did he explain to her, at the end of his quiet yet hurried labors, that the looped line hanging at the tunnel mouth was in any way connected with the fulninate caps which he had placed so pregnantly close to his buried mine. But it was well, he remembered, to be prepared fcr such men as Legar and his followers. "Now," said the masked figure, turning to the girl, "I want ycu to stay here until I get back." : . Waiting fcr her deliverer's return, however, proved neither a pleasant nor a tranquilizing pastime. The girl became restless. Then she became worried. Then she evpn ventured to

creep out along the rough-shored passageway, to where the tunnel opened on a shelf .of rock and gravel half way up the hillside. Screened as it was with shrubbery she could see little of the valley befcre her. The only point of life that met her gaze was a black touring car crawling along the valley road. When that car turned off the road and .twisted and rocked in between the bushes below her she thought, at first, that it was her unknown guardian returning to her. But when she saw five men cautiously emerge from that half-hidden car and creep still closer through the underbrush, she felt sure that they were not approaching as friends. For a moment her heart leaped up into her mouth. Then she breathed again, for she saw that they were not approaching her hiding place, but apparently seeking one of their own. And as they foregathered behind a screen of scrub oak not more than thirty feet below her she knew both by their guarded tones and their general conspiratorial aspect that they stood intent on their own ends, quite oblivious of her and her hiding place. Her face paled, however, as she heard the clearer and more authoritative tones of one of those speakers. For that voice, she knew, belonged to Legar, and only to Legar. The girl, pushing her cautious way through the bushes, leaned even closer over the ledge. Then she held her

breath, for she saw that her move- i nients had loosened the gravel at her feet and sent a covey of bowlders careening down the hillside. The voices below at the same time came to a sudden stop. In another moment she could hear the crash of hurrying feet through the tangled shrubbery. Before she could turn and fly Legar, and his four evil-faced followers were charging up the slope. They were upon her, cutting off her retreat before she could dodge back into the passageway. Yet she did net surrender without a struggle. She fought them back as best she could, standing at bay with her back against the rocky hillside. It was not until Legar's hand clamped like a vise on her arm that she screamed, and screamed again. A masked figure picking his cautious way along the crest of the hill above them heard that cry and seemed to understand its meaning. For, on hearing that repeated scream, he no longer picked his way, but ran frantically, and with all his speed. So precipitately did he scurry down that rocky hillside, in fact, that he descended in a flying leap in the very midst of Legar's followers clustered about the girl. He landed like a fallen plumb bot.' heels down, knocking one of the conspirators sprawling over the cliff edge as he came. Another he sent with a well-aimed blow in the same direction. The third was not disposed of so easily. But an adept jiu-jitsu twist of the body scca MskFofLK

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neat tnis oppctAsat civmg neadforo most into the loose gravel. It was then that Legar, seeing his men going down about him like ninepins, released his clutch on the girl's arm to draw his revolver. At the 6ame moment that he did bo the man in the mask, swinging the girl sharply about, darted for the tunnel-mouth. He was through it before Legar could level his gun and fire. He was half-leading, half-dragging the panting girl down the narrow passage before any of the band could follow. But before he dodged for the hidden powder house he threw up his free hand and caught at the loop which hung there at the end of his line. And he pulled it vigorously as he ran. The result of that simple movement was both prompt and appalling. The thunder of a great detonation shook the earth. The rocky hillside erupted into a sudden volcano of flyinj earth and gravel, flinging its tons of debris into the echoing valley. And under the debris could be seen the still struggling limbs of Legar and his men. But the man in the mask did not linger to witness those struggles. He darted with the white-faced girl out of the broken tunnel mouth, dragged her hurriedly up the slope and circled down through rock and underbrush to where his hidden car awaited him. The Secret Attack. Enoch Golden was no longer a contemptuously' indifferent man as he faced his attorney, John Sibley, hur riedly summoned for a conference. "I tell you, Sibley," said the man of millions, "something has to be done, and done soon. I'm surrounded by enemies I can't run down, enemies I can't even understand. In the first place, there's this man in a mask 6talking through my house and pinning threats to my doorpanels. Then " "Wait," cut in the man of law. "Did anyone actually see this man of the mask?" "Yes, Wllscn, my butler, came face to face with him as he stepped out of a passageway. Then, when my secretary, Manley, started in pursuit of the intruder, instead of finding a stranger in this fool' mask, he found his way blocked by a girl, a girl in a cloak, who seemed to come there out of thin air. And that girl, sir, turned out to be my own daughter, my own daughter in some miraculcus way rescued from Legar." "Brought there by the man in the mask?" "Yes, brought there by him. So she asserts. Yet this stranger, who brings me back the one thing precious in my life, on the same day assumes to criticize my conduct and threatens to rcb me of my money." "But that threat, as I've already pointed out, is foclish. Your mcney has all the protection that steel and civilization can surround it with. It FEMDRICff Wednesday Morning August 2nd tpihq)

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bank." "But I tell you am surromded by enemies, by unkneim eiemletht great skill and daring. rha hasalready been proved. And wile iey can never make me ccwtr, hey' hare at least made me cautious. "I guess we'd better a'.g'down to the Third . National andgiake sure they're net putting the: gold an3 notes out on the windows for the first crook that comes aloj to carry off." said the lawyer. President Stonington ofhe Thirl National received them in private office and learned from iiey the reason of his visit. That flcial, in fact, was an active sharer In q incredulity of the old lawyer. H quietly touched a bell, sent fcr a unifmed ate tendant and instructed that aendant to escort his visitor to th bank vaults. i "Be so good, Mr. Wells, as show our clients that our vaults a$ noc made of tissue paper." if This the attendant took rauthpride in doing. . y The array of defensive mtaiires, puzzling as it was to the ycungir lumbers of the party, served to rlnt a sense of assurance to Enoch john himself. A certain one-armed criminal neu ertheless, was at that precise momen, very busily engaged in preparing foi his assault on this Gibraltar of gold so proudly regarded as Impregnable. Two workmen in the unifcrm of General Electric emplcyees, exploring a section of abandoned cable gallery, were busily engaged in enlarging t wire conduit which met this gallery at right angles. There, by means of ai electric mining drill they burrowd like two mcles deep beieath the levil of the street along which the traffb cf a great city so ceaselessly ebbed arfl flowed. From a manhoh opening int tnis gallery was quietly passed a hu& cylinder of iron capped by a drum zinc having a hinged over. The twj subterranean worken had been warned to handle the cyinder with tba utmost care. And this fcey did, knoving full well that its wiight was die to the fact cf its being tghtly packed with high explosive. (To be Continud.) Masonic Cakndar Tuesday, August 1, 191 Richmond Lodge No. 196, F. and A.M. Stated meeting. Thursday, August 3, Wayne Council No. 10, R. and S. M. Stated assembly. ! Friday, August 4, King Solomon's Chapter, No. 4, R. A. M. Cilled convocation; work in Royal ArCi Degree commencing at 7:00 o'clclc. Refreshments. Piano Tunini D. E. ROBERTS INDEPENDENT TUNER AND REPAIRER 20 years practical expeienct. It will pay you the nei time your piano needs tuning o call Phone 368 A.IR LCD System Builder & jonic For Sale ( Quigley's Five Brag Stores. H 3 ami MB

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