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I/) STORY The Courage of Casfein Plum [' * ■ 1 * I gr-x|s."x--'-' ■■» I ’ I' | {JAMES { OLIVER | ' A {■ CL’RWOOD I J ±_,.L § Illustrations by Elagnus G. Ketijaer I Exsia»®t3e3aassar * unoSESoKsal "” "(Copyright lyudby Bobbs-ileiTill Co.) SYNOPSIS. | Captain Nathaniel Plum oft the i eloop Typhoon, lands secretly on 'Beaver island, Lake Michigan, stronghold of the Mormons. . Obadiah Price, an eccentric old man anil councilor of ths Mormons, who has been spying on him, suddenly confronts him and tells him he is expected. Plum insists he has got the wrong man. v Price ignores his protestations and bargains for the ammunition on board the sloop. He binds Nat by a (solemn oath to deliver a| package to Franklin Pierce, president of the United States! He agrees to show Plum the Mormon town. St. James. Plum sees the frightened face of a young [ woman in the darkness near Price’s cabin. She disappears, leaving an odor of lilacs. It develops that Plum’s visit to Beaver island is to demand set) tlement from the king. String, for the looting of lais ship some time previously by men whim he suspected of being Mormons. Burjse, his mate, hast been left in charge of the sloop with orders to bombard St. James if the captain does not return withiij a certain time. I Price takes Nat secretly in the darkness to the king’s house, ,andi through a windew he sees 1 Strang'andl his seven wives, whom is the lady) of the lilacs, whp Price says; is the seventh wife. Price’s! actions lead Plum to blelieve that he is l jealous of Strang. f CHAPTER III— Continued. "You will stay—eh, Nat?” jhe cried, bobbing h[ls head. "Yes, you will stay, and you will give me back the package for a{ day or two.” He Retreated to the trap and slid dt>wn it as quickly as a rat. "Pleasant dreams to you, Nat, and—O, wait a mirute!” Captain Plum could hear him pattering quickly over the floor below. In a moment [he was back, t trusting his white grimacing face through the trap and tossed something {upon the bed. ‘’She left them lasi; night, Nat. Pleasant i dreams, pleasant dreams,” and he was gone. Nathaniel turned to the bed and picked up a faded bunci of , lilacs. Then he sat down, loaded his pipe, and smoked until he could hardly see the walls of his little room. From the moment of his landing c n the island he turned the events of :he day over in his mind. Yet when he arrived at the end {of them he was po less mystified than when he began. Who was Obadiah! Price? Who was the girl that fate had so mysteriously associated With his movements thus far? What was the plot in which he had accidentally become involved? With tireless! tenacity he hung to these questions for hours. That there was a plot of some kind he had not the least doubt. The councilor’s strange actions, the oath, the package, and above all the scene in the king's house convinced him of that. And he was sure that Obadiah’s night visitor —the girl with the lilacs —wis {playing a vital part in it. He plucked at the withered flowers ■which the old man had thrown him. He could detect their sweqt scent above the pungent fumes of tobacco and as Obadiah’s triumphant chuckle recurred to him, the gloating joy in his eyes, the passionate tremble of his voice, a grim smile passed over his face. The mystery was easy of solution —if he was willing 1i reason along certain lines. But he was not willing. He had formed his own picture of Strang's wife and it pleased, him to keep it. At moments he half conceded himself a fool, but that did not trouble him. The longer he smoked the more hfs old confidence and his old recklessness returned to him. He had enjoyed his adventure. The next day he would end it. He would go openly into St. James and have done his business with Strang. ’ Then he would return to. his slip. What had he. Captain Plum, to do with Strang’s ■wife? But even after he had determined on these things his brain refused to rest, ’j He paced back and forth across the narrow room, thinking of the man whom he Wf § to meet tomorrow—of Strang, the one-time •choolmaster and temperance lecturer who had made himse f a king, who for seven years had defied the state ang nation, and who had made of his island stronghold a hbt-bed of polygamy, of licentiousness, of dissolute power. His blood grew hot as he thought again of the beautiful girl who had appealed to him. Obadiah had said that she was the king’s wife. StillThoughts flashed into his head which for a time made him forget his mission on the island. In spite of his resolution to keep to [his own scheme he found himself, after a little, thinking only of the Mormon king, and the lovely face he had seen through the castle window. He knew much about the man with whom he was to deal tomorrow. He knew that he had been a rival of Brigham Young and that when the exodus of the Mormons to the deserts of the west came he had led his own followers Into the north, and that each July, amid barbaric fes-

f tlvities, he was recrowned with a I circlet of gold. But the girl! If she was the king's wife why had her eyes called to him for help? The question crowded Nathaniel’s brain with a hundred thrilling pictures. {With a shudder he thought of i. the terrible power the Mormon king [ held not only over his own people but ' over the Gentiles of the mainlands as , well. With these mainlanders, he regarded Beaver Island as a nest of { pirates and murderers. He knew of j the [depredations of Strang and his ■ i people | among the fishermen and set- { i tiers, <pf the piratical expeditions of [ I his (armed boats, of the dreaded raids !of his Sheriffs, and of.the crimes that { i mad!e the women of the shores tremble ; { and turn white at the mere mention of , ! his [name. ‘ Wad it possibM that .his girl—- ! Cay-pin Plum did not let himself ; [ finish jthc thov ;ht. With a powerful [s ffoirt he brought himself back to his ' own lousiness on the island, smoked anqthdr pipe, and uhdressed. He went ■ to hed with the withered lilacs on the | table [’lose beside him. He fpll asleep j with their scent in his nostrils. When | he awoke they were gone. He started [ up in [astonishment when he saw what ! had thken their place. Obadiah had , visited him while he slept. The table i was with a white cloth and I upon it was’ his breakfast, a pot of coffee’ still steaming, and the wjbole i of a bold «baked fowl. Near by, upon , a chair, was a basin of xater, soap j and a toWel. Nathaniel rolled from his bed with a healthy laugh of pleasure. The councilor was at least a courteous host, and his liking for th® curioiis old man promptly increased. Therd was a sheet of paper on his plate upon which Obadiah had scribbled the following words: “My Dear Nat: Make yourself at I home. I will be away today but will , see you again, tonight. Don’t be sur- . prised if somebody makes you a visit" ■ The "somebody” was heavily under- : scored and Nathaniel’s pulse quick- . ened and a sudden flush of excitement surged into his face as hd read the j meaning of it. The “somebody” was Strafig’s wife. There could be other { interpretation. He went to the trap i and called down for Obadiah but there j was ho answer. The councilor had al- { rehdjy gone. Quickly eating his breakfast { the master of the Typhoon climjbed down the ladder into the room below. The remains of the councilor’s breakfast were on a table near the {door, and the door was open. Thrpugh it came, a glory of sunshine and the fresh breath of the forest laden with the perfume of wild flowers [and balsam. A thousand birds seemed c. - mg and twittering in the sunlit so e about the cabin. Beyond this there was no other sound or sign of life. For many minutes Nathaniel stood in the open, his eyes on the path along which he knew that String’s wife w r ould come—if she came at all. Suddenly he began to examine the ground where the girl had stood the previous night. The dainty imprints of her feet were plainly discernible in the soft earth. Then he Went to the path—and with a laugh so loud that it startled the birds into silence he set off with long strides in the direction of St. James. From the footprints in that path it was quite evident that Strang’s wife was a frequeht visitor at Obadiah’s. Alt the edge of the forest, from where he could see the log house situated across the opening, Nathaniel paused. He had made up his mind { that the girl whom he had seen thrbugh the king’s window was in { soniie way associated with it. Obadiah had hinted as much and she had come from there on her way to Strang’s. But as the prophet’s wives lived in his castle at St. James this surely could not[ be her home. More than ever he was puzzled. As be looked he saw a figure suddenly appear from among the mass of lilac bushes that almost concealed the cabin. An involuntary exclamation of satisfaction escaped him and he drew’ back deeper among the trees. It was the councilor who : ha(l shown himself. For a few moments the old man stood gazing in the direction of St. James as if watching for the approach of other persons. Then he dodged cautiously along the of the bushes, keeping half within their cover, and moved swiftly in the opposite direction toward the centeii of the Island. Nathaniel’s blood leaped with a desire to follow. The night before he had guessed that Obadiah with his gold and his smoldering passion was not a man to isolate himself in the heart of the forest. Here—across the open—was evidence of another side of his life. In that great square-built domicile of logs, screened so perfectly by flowering lilac, lived Obadiah’s wives. Captain Plum laughed aloud and beat the bowl of bis pipe on the tree beside him. And the girl lived there—or came from there to the woodland cabin so frequently that her feet had beaten a| well-worn path. Had the councilor lied to him? Was the girl he had seen through the king’s window one of the seven wives of Strang—or was she the wife of Obadiah Price? | The thought was one that thrilled Him. If the girl was thp councilor’s wife what was the motive of Obadiah’s falsehood? And if she was Strang’s wife why had her feet —and hers alone with the exception of the bld man’s —worn this path from the lilac smothered house to the cabin in the woods? The captain of the Typhoon regretted now that he had given such explicit orders to Casey. Otherwise he would have followed the figure that was already disappearing into the forest on the opposite side of the clearing. But now he must see Strang. There might be delay, necessary delay, and if it so happened that his own blundering curiosity kept him on the island until sundown—well, he smiled as he thought of what Casey would do.

Refilling his pipe and leaving a trail of smoke behind him he set out boldly fqr St. James. When he came to the three graves he stopped, remembering that Obadiah had said they were i his graves. A sort of grim horror be- . gan to stir at his soul as he gazed on I the grass-grown mounds—proofs that { the old councilor would inherit a place ! in the Mormon beaten, having obeyed- [ the injunctions of his prophet cm earth. Nathaniel now understood the [ meaning of his words of the night be--1 fore. This was the family burying [ ground of the old councilor. He walked on, trying in vain to con- [ ' centrate bis mind solely upon the j business that was ahead of him. A ’ : few days before he would have count- [ ed this walk to St. James one of the { events of his life. Now it had lost its , ! fascination. Despite his efforts to de- j ! strby the vision of the beautiful face, [ ! that had looked at him through the ■ 1 king’s window its memory Still haunt- { 'ed him. The eyes, soft with appeal; [ the red mouth, quivering, and with ! i lips parted as if about to speak to. ■ [ him; the bowed head with its turn- ; i bled glory of hair—all had i themselves upon his soul in a picture ; i too deep to be eradicated. If St 1 I James was interesting now it was beI cduse that face was a part of it, be- ! cause the secret of its life, of the { misery that it had confessed to him, i was hidden somewhere down there ! among its scattered log homes. i Slowly he made his way down the slope in the direction of Strang’s castle, the tower of which, surmounted by its great beacon, glistened in the morning sun. He would find Strang there. And there would be one chance in a thousand of seeing the girl—if Obadiah had spoken the truth. As he passed down he met men and boy® 1 coming up the slope and others movI ing along at the bottom of it, all goi ing totvard the interior of the island. [ They had shovels or rakes or hoes I upon their shoulders and he guessed j that the Mormon fields were in that direction; others bore axes; and now i and then wagons, many of them drawn [ by oxen, left the town over the road that ran near the shore of the lake. Those whom he met stared at him ■ curiously, much interested evidently lin the appearance of a stranger. Nathaniel paid but small heed to them. i' _____ A Few Days Before He Would Have Counted This Walk to St. James One of the Events of His Life. As he entered the grove through { which the councilor had guided him the night before his eagerness be- ( came almost excitement. He approached the great log house swiftly but cautiously, keeping as much from view as possible. As he came under the window through which he had looked upon the king and his wives his heart leaped with anticipation, with hope that was strangely mingled! with fear. For only a moment he paused to and notwithstanding the seriousness of his position he could not repress a smile as therq came to his ears the crying of chil- [ dren and the high angry voice of a woman. He passed around" to the front of the house. The door of Strang’s castle was wide open and unguarded. No one had seen his approach; no one accosted him as he mounted the low steps; there was no one in the room into which he gazed a moment later. It was the great hall into which he had spied a few hours previous. There w T as the long table with the big book on it, the lamp whose light had bathed the girl’s head in a halo of glory, the very chair in which he had found her sitting! He was conscious of a throbbing, in his breast, a longing to call out —if he only knew her name. In the room there were four closed doors and it was from beyond these that there came to him the wailing of children. A fifth door was open and through it he saw a cradle gently ; rocking. Here at last was visible life, ! or motion at least, and h« knocked loudly. Very gradually the cradle ceased Its movement. Then it stopped, and a woman came out into the larger, room. In a moment Nathaniel recognized her as the one who had placed a caressing hand upon the bowed head of the sobbing girl the night be- I fore. Her face was of pathetic beau- I ty. Its whiteness was startling. Her eyes shone with an unhealthy luster, and her dark hair, falling in heavy curls over her shoulder, added to the wonderful pallor of her cheeks. Nathaniel bowed. “I beg your pardon, madam; I came to see Mr. Strang,” he said. “You will find the king at his office,’* she replied. ’ The woman’s voice was low, but so sweet that it was like music to the ear. As she spoke she came nearer and a faint flush appeared in the transparency of her cheek. “Why do you wish to see the kins?*’’ she asked. (TO BE

SAMUEL’S MARRIAGE moo http: :crm By CLARISSA MACKIE | |' _- - .. . _ --—— J; (Copyright, x&to, by Associated Literary The front door slammed behind the professor’s departing form, and be- [ .’ore its vibration had ceased Estelle i and Margaret-were hovering behind ■ he lace draperies tn the little parlor. | ; Professor Mead slowly drew on hisj i cloves and peered near-sightedly up [ i ind down the street It wasJbarely | ! possible that he was looking for a ! :ar—but no! A girl’s trim fig'we came I ; nto view and she turned flashing dark | i syes and smiling scarlet lips toward j ! :he tall, lean man on the steps. He I ■ ifted his hat with stiff courtesy and i ogether, talking earnestly, they dis- ; ippeared around the corner. ; “This is the sixth day, Margaret, > ind I don’t know how long it had ieen going on before we noticed it,” said the elder Miss Mead, with a sharp little sigh. “Do you suppose titer all these years of bachelorhood hat Samuel will marry a girl like Jenny Lee?” "Os course he will!” returned Margaret, impatiently. “Samuel is just the sort of blind old mole that would overlook all the clever, sweet, really refined girls he has known and fall ■n love with a common, showy crea;ure like that Lee girl. I wash my lands of the whole affair!” With a gesture of disgust Margaret picked jp a piece of embroidery and bent serious eyes to its intricate stitchery. Estelle paced the floor restlessly. ‘I had hoped he -would fancy Pussy—she is so clever.” “In what way?” asked Margaret, dryly. “Why—she is a remarkable housekeeper —and so charming in every way. And, she is so interested in his work,” stumbled Estelle, with some mEam “! Am Margaret Mead,” Said the Professor’s Sister, Pleasantly. chagrin. “Really, Margaret, you do take one up so! We have always thought Pussy to be clever in her way!” Margaret laughed. "Pussy Is a dear, and I would rather have her for a sister-in-law than any other girl in the world, but Pussy’s cleverness is merely tact and charm. What our distinguished brother wants is some Ignorant little chit who will make him wait upon her and go off without his breakfast every morning!” “Pussy’s husband will never go away without his breakfast,” asserted Estelle, loyally; “but, oh, dear-—it doesn’t seem possible that a Mead could marry into that Lee family!” “What dobo the girl do ?” asked garet. “Works in Beadles’ store — I have bought laces from her,” groaned Estelle. She sank into a deep chair and remained silent for a long time. At last she lifted a determined face. “I shall ask him what it means. This is the first time he has ever paid the slightest attention to any girfi” Margaret shrugged her sihapely shoulders. Late that evening Estelle sought her sister with tearful eyes. “It is quite true, Maj-garet,” she said, calmly. “I asked Samuel, point blank, if he really meant anything by his attentions to Jenny, and he stared at me with that irritating air of stupidity, and you know Samuel is far I from stupid—and said that I had anI ticipated his announcement!” “Is that all?” “He said he was sure we would all be very happy together, and if we were not, why, he’d just go away and make a new home with Jenny! What shall we do?” Estelle’s voice died out i in a little wall of despair. “Do?” repeated Margaret, energeti- ' cally. ‘There Is only one thing to do ,in such cases! We must pretend we are delighted with the match' and we must invite the girl here and find out the best there is in her and' bring it out. Perhaps she is musical —that covers a multitude of minor, defects!” ‘How shall we go about' it? One of us must call upon her, I suppose. I don’t even know wherts the girl lives.” , J “Tomorrow will be Samuel’s ‘birthday. We might ask the 1 girl to dinner —because, you know, < Estelle, Sam has always been good (to us!” said Margaret, bravely. > And Estelle tearfully! acquiesced. Jenny Lee raised het* black brows

in undisguised amazement wbea Mai garet Mead stopped at the lace coun ter and invited her to dinner tha evening. “I am Margaret Mead,” said thi professor’s sifter, pleasantly. “Sam uel has told tis all about you—•we are very glad indeed. This is hit birthday and [my sister and I thought it would be charming if you would J be with us.” i Miss Lee reddened with pleasure, : and with lieg exotic coloring looked . handsomer ever. She threw a | withering glance at a fellow dlerk i who was greedily absorbing what she ! could of the conversation. “I shall be happy to come,” she 1 [ said, stiffly. “It’s funay the proses- { sor should- hjave told you about me, ' I though,” shejadded, confidentially. [ “It was quite natural that he should ! ( ‘-11 us,” saic. Margar&t, a Lit coldly. "We will exj ect you at seven o'clock, ' ' then,” she as she walked away. [ ‘Sure!” returned Miss Lee, affably. [ That Is hiw it happened that the Misses Mead found themselves enter- ‘ taining Jenny. Lee in the tiny parlor of their honjei Through the curtains a glimpse of' the dining room could be seen, with d daintily set table and a huge pink-frosted cake in the center. Miss Lee! was very stately in a rustling blatk silk gown, and her black hair [was twisted into an in tricate of coils and puffs and braids. It [irritated Estelle, because the girl did [not seem to know what to do with her hands and feet. “Do you play?” asked Margaret at last, when jthe stilted conversation came to an abrupt pause. Miss Led’s face brightened. “In ded I do!” she exclaimed. “I’ve been looking at that lovely piano ever sinc< I came. Have you heard the nev song—‘Come for a Sail In My Air ship?” she!asked, moving toward th< instrument. “No,” saiid Estelle, grimly. “Play it, do!” Margaret’s voice wr far from steady. She was thinking Pussy Lincoln and her exquisite ret dering of ([ihopin.'lf Samuel preferrei a younger, wife and the allurement o popular music—it was Salnuel’s bus! ness. | Jenny Lee played with a dash am vigor that startled her hearers. Sh> sang with a perfect abandonment t» the spirit of the song, and her fresb young voite rose high above the pro longed rinjging of the front door bell The busjy littlj maid servant an swered it [at last, and just as the sonj was concluded with a triumphant tril on the last note, Margaret heard he; brother’s inquiring voice in the from hall. Presently tbe door was pushed slowly open, throwing the piano ant the occupant of the carved seat befori it Into obscurity. Professor Mead’i long pale face was thrust cautiouslj around the lintel, then his lean bodj followed, and in his wake came 1 small, dhrk woman, with a charminf face, exquisitely gowned in pale gra, silk, witli a huge bunch of violet nestling in the laces of her gown. The professor led her forward wltk a beaming countenance. "I told Es telle aboiit our engagement last night Jenny —Ifve made myself a birthday present, [girls!” He stood back and rubbed his hands complacently. “Pussy Lincoln!” screamed th* Misses Mead, as they flung themselve* into the .'embrace of the newcomer Professor Mead encircled the group with his long arms, and so it happened that none of them noticed the slender form of Miss Lee glide stealthily from the room. Margaret noticed her absence and darted into the hall. “Why—you are not going, Miss Lee? You were to stay to dinner, you know,” faltered Margaret, watching Jenny Lee fasten on her big hat with skewer-like pins. Miss Lee winked in a friendly manner. “Not on your life! 11 saw in minute the professor had got a sn:’ prise on you girls, and as It’s hit birthday you want a little family party! I’ll come some other time Miss Mead, if it’s just the same to s you." You see, the professor is a fine 3 fellow and all the girls in my class at the night school think he’s great—you see, he’s been real good to I’m studying English and bookkeeping, and we walk down the street to gether every morning—he ain’t a bit stuck up, you know —and when I’ve learned enough he’s going to help me get a good position. Miss Lincoln’s my Sunday school teacher —so, you see, I guess I won’t butt In tonight! So long!” With a bright nod and a hearty grasp of Margaret’s extended hand, she was gone. In the parlor sae fell Into Estelle> ecstatic embrace. “I have just remembered that Pussy’s real name is Jenny,” whispered Estelle tn Margaret’s .ear. Miss Lincoln sat down at the piano and struck a few soft chords. The two girls kissed the professoi warmly. “We are so happy—about you and Pussy,” they explained. “I knew you would be dellghtea with Jenny,” he said, blinking amiably at them. Above Criticism. “First he tried Volapuk; next he took up Esperanto, and now he has come out for Ido.” “Well, that’s all right, I shall not criticise him. He has evidently not been too busy to . learn English, for 1 1 have never heard him say: ‘lf any one wishes to they can.’ ” The First Effect. "What do you suppose would be the first effect of a law giving the women the right to vote?” “The abolition of the practise e searching women for concealed valuai bles at the N*w York customs office.” r

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