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SYNOPSIS. Uncle Jim strode out with a hearty
—l3 — greeting, and, at the sound of the
Ata vestry meeting of the Market voices of no one but Gail and Mrs. Da
Square church Gall Sargent tells Rev. , - „
Smith Boyd that Market Square church ana Houston Van Ploon, old
Is apparently a lucrative business enter- “Daddy” Manning appeared in the
prise. Allison takes Gail riding in his j m _._ . . .
motor car. She finds cold disapproval in doorway, followed by the rector.
the eyes of Rev. Smith Boyd. Allison “The sweetest flower that blows in
starts a campaign for consolidation and „„„ . .. „ .
control of the entire transportation sys- an y dale, quoted Daddy Manning,
tem of the world. Gail becomes popular, patting Gail’s hand affectionately.
Allison gains control of transcontinental r rb „ . , . ...
traffic and arranges to absorb the Ved- the rector stood by, Waiting to greet
tel ? en 'e n t P r °P er jy ° f Market her, after Manning had monopolized
Square church. Gail tells Boyd that the b __ „ ,
cathedral Market Square church proposes a selfish moment, and the newly
to build will be out of profits wrung from aroused eye for color in him seized
squalor. At a meeting of the seven flnan- , j - .
cial magnates of the country, Allison or- upon the gold and blue and red of her
ganizes the International Transportation straight Egyptian costume, and recog
wmpan.v, Rev. Smith Boyd undertakes
Gail s spiritual instruction and Gail un- uizea in them a part of her endless
«? nsp ’ opsly gives Allison a hint that solves variety. The black on her lashes. He
™ in^on 00 ^ ^AliTsoK ^w' su^ was close enough to see that; and he
way the tunnel caves in. Gall goes back marveled at himself that he could not
to her home in the West. Her friends lure
her and Arly back to New York. In the O'sapprove.
midst of a struggle with the dregs of hu- Gail was most uncomfortably aware
inanity in Vedder court Rev. Smith Boyd .. . ' . .
suddenly finds that he is a real living him in this nearness; but she
—and loving—man. He proposes to Gail turned to him with a frank smile of
but. on the verge of acceptance, she re-
members their religious differences, and tnenosmp.
with Se o,o Allison’s connlv ® nPe "This looks like a conspiracy," she
with the political boss Vedder court is . , . * / ..
condemned by the city as unsanitary, commented, glancing towards the
v; 0 ?? 868 t 0 . th ® y e st ^ v study, which was thick with smoke.
to replace the old Vedder court buildings
with model tenements. It s an offensively innocent one,
- returned Manning, giving the rector
CHAPTER XVlll—Continued. but small chance. “We’re discussing
, plans for the new Vedder court tene-
I attend a vestry meeting now and ments/’
Replied, and then he laughed -oh!” observed Gail, and radiated
shortly. I d rather do business with a dist inct chill, whereupon Rev. Smith
forty corporations than with one ves- Boyd. divesting himself of some cour
‘ c urcl alwa y g expects to con- teous compliment, exchanged inane
duct its share of the negotiations on a d ie us with Mrs. Davies and young
a strictly commercial basis, while it V an Ploon, and took his committee
expects you to mingle a little charity back lnto tbe study
with your end of the transactions.” ,
, Mrs. Davies remained but a moment
the Vedder court property, she . ...
p-noccoH ru. * .- . or so. She even seemed eager to retire,
guessed, with a slight contraction of , .. .. . ’
her brows and ag sbe left tbe ]lbrary> sbe cast a
‘•cun •*>■ -a .... a hopeful backward glance at the danc
talked nf £ ' h S ° n ’ a “ d ‘“^^d GaG aad the correct young
Hm rL r a . • Van PI «°h, wit h Ms Dutch com
int th. m . ^turned, and glancing plexion an(J hjs blonde E Ugh mug .
h e reception ‘ ete - a - tet ? as tache and his stalwart American body,
he Passed, saw Allison and came back. t 0 say nothing of hjs being a Van
I didn t expect to see you so soon,” pioon. represented to her the ideal of
wondered Allison. » masculine perfection. He was an eli-
'We broke up in a row,” laughed gible who never did anything a second
Jim Sargent. "Clark and Chisholm too early or a second too late, or de
were willing to accept your price, but viated by one syllable from the exact
the rest of us listened to Doctor Boyd things he should say.
and Nicholas Van Ploon, and fell. We if the anxious Aunt Helen had
insist on our cathedral, and Doctor counted on any important results from
Boyd s plan seems the best way to this evening’s opportunities, she had
get it, though even that may necessi- not taken into her calculations the
tate a four or five years’ delay.” adroitness of Gail. In precisely five
“What’s his plan?” asked Allison. minutes Van Ploon was on the door
“ Rebuilding," returned Sargent. “We st ep, with Ms Inverness on his shoul
can put up tenements good enough to ders and his silk hat in his hand, with
pass the building inspectors and to out even having approached the elabo
last fifteen years. With the same rate introduction to certain important
rents we are now receiving, we can remarks he had definitely decided to
offer them better quarters, and, as make. Gail might not have been able
Doctor Boyd suggested, redeem our- to r M herself of him so easily, for he
selves from some of the disgrace of was a person of considerable momen-
this whole proceeding. Clever, sen- tum - hut he had rather planned to
sible idea, I think.” make a more deliberate ceremony of
Gail was leaning forward, with her the matter - impulsive opportunities
fingers clasped around her knee; her not being in his line of thought,
brown eyes had widened, and a little A ta ll y° un & man in an Inverness
red spot had appeared in either cheek- wa,ked rapidly past the door while
her red lips were half parted, as she Van ploon was sa y> n S the correctly
looked up in wonder at her Uncle c l ever things in the way of adieu; and
Jim. before she had closed the door on Van
i 'Ts that the plan upon which they ploon - Dick Rodley walked into the
have decided?” and Allison looked at house with careless assurance.
his watch. “Gracious, Dicky, you ’can’t come
- “Well, hardly,” frowned Sargent. in! ” Protested Gail, with half frown
"We couldn’t swing Clark and Chis- in g, half lau £ h ing remonstrance. “It’s
holm. At the last minute they sug- a fearful hour for calls.”
gested that we might build lofts, and “ I m a friend of the family,” in
the impending fracas seemed too seri- sisted Dick, calmly closing the door
ous to take up just now, so we’ve henind them and hangifig his hat on
tabled the whole thing.” the rack. “I guess you’ve forgotten
Allison smiled, and slipped his P r °Bram.”
watch back in his pocket. “°h. yes, the proposal. Well, have
"It’s fairly definite, however, that n over with ”
you won’t sell," he concluded. “ All right,” he agreed, and taking
“Not at your figure,” laughed Sar- her ar m and tucking her shoulder
gent. “If we took your money, Doctor comfortably close to him, he walked
Boyd would be too old to preach in the eas ßy witk her back to the library,
new cathedral.” Arrived there, he seated her on her
“He’ll pull it through some way ’’ de- ^ avor ß e chair, and drew up another
dared Allison. "He’s as smart as a one s< J uarel y in front of her.
whip." “I’m going to shock you to death,"
Neither gentleman had noticed Gail. he told her ' 1 m golng t 0 Propose se-
She had settled back in her chair dur- riously y° u -”
ing these last speeches, weary and Some laughing retort was on her
listless, and overcome with a sense * ipß ’ b ut s ^ e caugkt a ' ook ’ n his eyes
of some humiliation too evasive to be su ^ den *y stopped her.
properly framed even in thought. She lam very mucn ,n earnest about
had a sense that she had given awav st ’ Gai *’"' an d his voice bore the stamp
something vastly precious, and which of deep sincerit y- “! lov e you. I want
would never be valued. Neither did you tobe my wife -”
they notice that she changed suddenly “Dick,” protested Gail, and it was
to relief. She had been justified in slle wll ° reac h ed out an d placed her
her decision. hand in his. The action was too con-
She took the reins of conversation fiding, y frank for bim to mistake it.
herself after Uncle Jim had left, and ' 1 was afrai( l you’d think that way
entertained Allison so brightly that he ab out it," he said, his voice full of
left with impatience at the tea party a pain of wk ich they neither one had
which monopolized her. believed him capable. “This is the
Later, when Rev. Smith Boyd flrst time 1 ever proposed, except in
dropped in, he met with a surprising fun> and 1 want to make you take me
and disconcerting vivacity. In his eyes seriously. Gail, I’ve said so many
there were pain and suffering, and in- P re Hy things to you, that now, when
expressible hunger, but in hers there 1 am in such desperate earnest, there’s
was only dancing frivolity; a little too nothing left but just to try to tell you
ebullient, perhaps, if he had been wise how much I love you; how much I
enough to know; but he was not. want you!” He stopped, and, holding
The study door was open when late her hand, patting it gently with uncon
that evening Houston Van Ploon se- scious tenderness, he gazed earnestly
dately escorted Mrs. Davies and Gall i n t° her eyes. His own were entirely
into the library, one of those rooms without that burning glow which he
which appoint themselves the instinc- had, for so long, bestowed on all the
tive lounging places of all family inti- young and beautiful. They were al
mates. Gail turned up her big eyes in most somber now, and in their depth
sparkling acknowledgment as thepunc- was a humble wistfulness which
tilious Van Ploon took her cloak, and, made Gail’s heart flow out to him.
at that moment, as she stood grace- "I can’t Dick," she told him, smiling
fully poised, she caught the gaze of affectionately at him. “You’re the
Rev. Smith Boyd fixed on her with dearest boy in the world, and I want
such infinite longing that it distressed you for my friend as long as we live;
her. Sha did not want him to suffer, for my very dear friend!”
THE BULLETIN, IRWINTON, GEORGIA.
He studied her in silence for a mo
ment, and then he put his hands on
her cheeks, and drew her gently
towards him. Still smiling into his
eyes, she held up her lips, and he
kissed her.
“I’d like to say something jolly be
fore I go,” he said as he rose; “but 1
can’t seem to think of it.”
Gail laughed, but there was a trace
of moisture in her eyes as she took
his arm.
"I’d like to help you out, Dicky, but
I can’t think of it either," she re
turned.
She was crying a little when she
went up the stairs, and her mood was
not even interrupted by the fact that
Aunt Helen’s door was ajar, and that
Aunt Helen stood just beyond the
crack.
“Why, child, that Egyptian black is
running,” was Aunt Helen’s first ob
servation.
Gail dabbed hastily at the two tiny
rivulets which had hesitated at the
curve of her pink cheeks, and then she
put her head on Aunt Helen’s shoul
der, and wept softly.
"Poor Dicky,” she explained, and
then turning, disappeared into her
own room.
Mrs. Helen Davies looked after her
speculatively for a moment; but she
decided not to follow.
CHAPTER XIX.
The Maker of Maps.
There began to be strange new
stirrings in the world. Money! From
the land which was its home and place
of abode it leaned over across the
wide seas, and made potent whisper
ings in the ears of the countries where
money is despised and held vulgar
They all listened. The particular po
tency lay in the fact that the money
was so big, which took away tremen
dously from its despicableness and its
vulgarity.
A black-bearded grand duke, from
the wide land of the frozen seas hum
bled himself to plain Ivan Strolesky
at the sound of that whisper, and hur
ried westward. A high dignitary of an
empire upon which the sun never sets
hid his title under a plebeian nom de
plume, and stalked stolidly away west
ward to that whisper of despised
American money. From the land of
fashion, from the land of toys, from
the land of art and music, from the
land of cherry blossoms, from the land
of the drowsing drug, from the land of
the flashing jewels, from the lands of
the burning sands and the lands of the
midnight sun, there came the highest
of power; and they all, light and
swarth. and bearded and smooth, and
J lit
is w
“Poor Dicky,” She Explained, and
Walked Into Her Own Room.
large and small, and robed and trou
sered, centered toward the city of
strong men, and, one by one, presented
themselves, in turn, to a grave and
silent, kinky-haired old darky by the
name of Ephraim.
One motive alone had dragged them
over sterile plains and snowy moun
tains and bounding seas; the magic
whisper of Money!
Through Ephraim they came to the
stocky, square-standing, square-faced
chess player who waq. called Allison.
They found him pleasant, agreeable,
but hardly of their class. He was so
forceful as to be necessarily more or
less crude, and he had an unpleasant
fashion of waving aside all the decent
little pretenses about money. That
was the fault of this whole rude coun
try, where luxury had been brought to
the greatest refinement ever known in
the history of the world; it was so
. devoted to money, and the cultured
gentlemen did their best to get all
they could.
To Ivan Strolesky Allison was frank
and friendly, for there was something
in the big Russian which was different
from these others, so he hastened to
have business out of the way.
"Here are your lines,” he said,
spreading down a map which had been
brought up to date by hand. “The
ones I want are checked in blue. The
others I do not care for."
The grand duke looked them over
with a keen eye.
“1 am rather disappointed,” he con
fessed in excellent English. “I had
understood that you wished to control
our entire railway system.”
"I do,” assented Allison; "but 1 don't
wish to pay out money for them all.
If I can acquire the lines I have
marked, the others will be controlled
quite easily from the fact that 1 shall
have the only outlet”
The grand duke, who had played po
I r in America and fan-tan in China
and roulette in Monte Carlo, and al)
the other games throughout the world,
smiled with his impressive big eyes,
and put his hand up under bis beard.
"The matter then seems to resolve
itself into a question of price.” he
commented.
"No; protection," responded Allison.
"If I were buying these railroads out
right, I should expect my property in
terests to be guarded, even if 1 had to
appeal to international equity; but 1
am hot.”
"No,” admitted the grand duke.
“They cannot be purchased.”
"The proposition resolves itself then
into a matter of virtual commercial
seizure," Allison pointed out.
The grand duke, still with his hand
in his beard, chuckled, as he regarded
Allison amusedly.
"I shall not mind if you call it pi
racy,” he observed. “We, in Russia,
must collect our revenues as we can,
and we are as frank as Americans
about it. Returning to your matter of
protection, I shall admit that the
only agreement upon which we can
secure what you want, would not hold
in international equity; and, in conse
quence, the only protection 1 can give
you is my personal word that you will
not be molested in anything which you
wish to do, providing it is pleasant to
myself and those I represent."
“Then we’ll make it an annual pay
ment,” decided Allison, putting away
some figures he had prepared “We’ll
make it a sliding scale, increasing
each year with the earnings.”
The grand duke considered that
proposition gravely, and offered an
amendment.
“After the first year,” he said. “We
shall begin with a large bonus, how
ever."
Allison again put out of his mind
certain figures he had prepared to sug
gest. Apparently the grand duke need
ed a large supply of immediate cash,
and the annual payments thereafter
would need to be decreased accord
ingly, with still another percentage de
ducted for profit on the duke’s neces
sities.
"Let us first discuss the bonus,” pro
posed Allison, and quite amicably they
went into the arrangement, whereby
Ivan Strolesky filched the only valu
able railroad lines in his country from
the control of its present graft-ridden
possessors, and handed it over to the
International Transportation company
“By the way,” said Allison. “How
soon can we obtain possession?”
Ivan Strolesky put his hand in his
beard again, and reflected.
"There is only one man who stands
in the way,” he calculated. "He will
be removed immediately upon my re
turn.”
There was something so uncanny
about this that even the practical
Allison was shocked for an instant,
and then he laughed.
"We have still much to learn from
your country,” he courteously con
fessed.
When Ivan Strolesky had gone, Alli
son went to his globe and drew a
bright red line across the land of the
frozen seas.
There came a famous diplomat a
heavy blond man with a red face
and big spectacles and a high, wide,
round forehead.
“I do not know what you want.”
said the visitor, regarding Allison with
a stolid stare. "I have come to see."
"I merely wish to chat international
politics,” returned Allison. “There is
an old-time feud between you and your
neighbors to the west.”
“That is history,” replied the visitor
noncommittally. "We are now at
peace.”
“Never peace,” denied Allison.
"There will never be friendship be
tween phlegmatism and mercurialism.
You might rest for centuries with your
neighbors to the west, but rest is not
peace.”
“Excuse me, but what do you mean?”
and the visitor stared stolidly.
"In your affairs of mutual relation
ship with the land to the west, there
are not less than a dozen causes upon
which war could be started without
difficulty,” went on Allison. “In fact,
you require perpetual diplomacy to
prevent war with that country.”
The visitor locked his thick fingers
quietly together and kept on stolidly
staring.
“You are about to have a war,” Alli
son advised him.
“No, it is not true,” and the visitor
went so far, in his emphasis, as to un
lock his fingers and rest one hand on
the back of the other.
"I think I am a very fair prophet.”
said Allison easily. “I have made
money by my prophecy. I have more
money at my command at the present
time than any man in the world, than
any government; wealth beyond han
dling in mere currency. It can only be
conveyed by means of checks. Let me
show how easy it is to write them,”
and, drawing a blank book to him he
wrote a check, and signed his name,
and filled out the stub, and tore it out,
and handed it to the visitor for inspec
tion. The visitor was properly pleased
with Allison’s ease in penmanship.
"I see,” was the comment, and the
check was handed back. He drew his
straight-crowned derby towards him
“1 have made a mistake,” said Aiii
son. “I have left off a cipher," and
correcting this omission with a new
check, he tore up the first one.
“1 see," commented the visitor, and
put the second check in his pocket
That had required considerable out
lay, but when Allison was alone, he
went over to his globe and made an
other long, red mark.
A neat-waisted man, with a goatee
i of carefully selected hairs and a lux
uriant black mustache, called on Alli
son, and laid down his hat and his
stick and his gloves, in a neat little
pile, with separate jerks. He jerked
out a cigarette, he jerked out a match,
and Jerkily lit the former with the
latter.
“I am here,” he said.
“I am able to give you some impor
tant diplomatic news,” Allison advised
him. “Your country is about to have
a war with your ancient enemy to the
east. It will be declared within a
month.”
“It will be finished in a week,”
prophesied the neat-waisted caller, his
active eyes lighting with pleasure
“Possibly,” admitted Allison. “I un
derstand that your country is not in
the best of financial conditions to un
dertake a war, particularly with that
ancient enemy.”
“The banking system of my country
is patriotic,” returned the caller. "Its
only important banks are controlled
under one system lam the head of
that system. I am a patriot!” and he
tapped himself upon the breast with
deep and sincere feeling.
“How much revenue does your po
sition yield you personally?”
A shade of sadness crossed the
brow of the neat-waisted caller.
“It does not yield you this much,”
and Allison pushed toward him a lit
tle slip of paper on which were in
scribed some figures.
The caller’s eyes widened as they
read the sum. He smiled. He shrugged
his shoulders. He pushed back the
slip of paper.
“If your banking system found it
impossible to be patriotic, your gov
ernment would be compelled to raise
money through other means. It would
not withdraw from the war.”
“Never!” and the neat-waister caller
once more touched himself on the
breast.
“It would be compelled to negotiate
a loan. If other governments, through
some understanding among their
bankers, found it difficult to provide
this loan, your government would find
it necessary to release its ownership,
or at least its control of its most valu
able commercial possession.”
The caller, who had followed Al
lison’s progressive statement with in
terest. gave a quick little nod of his
head.
“That most valuable commercial
possession,” went on Allison, "Is the
state railways. You were convinced by
my agent that there is a new and
powerful force in the world, or you
would not be here. Suppose I point
out that it is possible to so cramp
your banking system that you could
not help your country, if you would;
suppose 1 show you that, in the end,
your ancient enemy will lose his iden
tity, while your country remains in
tact; suppose I show you that the
course I have proposed is the only
way open which will save your coun
try from annihilation? What then?”
(TO BE CONTINUED.^
ATTILA, “SCOURGE OF GOD”
Mighty Leader of the Huns as He
Has Been Pictured by Eminent
French Historian.
The great French historian, Miche
let, has graphically described Attila,
the mighty Hun, who in the fifth cen
tury met a defeat which curbed his
progress and threw him and his horde
back to eastern Europe. His true ori
ental name, a name which is' retained
unchanged in the German tongue, was
Etzel, which signified a vast and
mighty thing, a mountain, a river, par
ticularly that immense river, the Vol
ga. Priscus, an author of the fifth
century, who saw Attila face to face,
describes him, says Micheelt', as
“stern and grave, short, thick set and
strongly built, flat-nosed, his broad
face pierced with two fiery holes.”
Continuing he says: “After all, what
would this Tartar have gained by con
quering the Roman empire? He would
have felt himself stifled in those
walled cities and palaces of marble.
Far better he loved his wooden vil
lage, all painted and tapestried, with
its thousand kiosks of many colors and
al! around it the green meadows of the
Danube. Though an enemy to Ger
many, he made use of it. His ally was
the enemy of the Germans, Genseric.
the Wend, who was settled in Africa
He called Attila into Gaul against the
Goths of Toulouse. Attila’s passage
was marked by the ruin of Metz and
of a great number of towns. The mub
titude of legends relating to this per
iod may afford some idea of the im
pression which that terrible event left
on the memory of nations.”
Rabies Not Limited to Any Season.
According to Dr. O. McDaniel, “Dog
Days” do not influence the occurrence
of rabies. The important point, how
ever, is that anyone bitten by a dog
suspected of being rabid, regardless
of the season of the year, should re
ceive proper attention.
The suspected dog should be kept
under observation for at least two
weeks. If it remains well, rabies is
excluded. If it becomes sick or dies,
the head should be examined by the
Pasteur Department of the State
Board of Health, and the individuals
bitten should report at the depart
ment for treatment.
Rabies is usually fatal to dogs In
from three to five days after the flrst
symptoms are observed. Individuals
bitten by rabid dogs, unless under
treatment, become sick in from tive
to nine weeks. The popular belief
that individuals may develop symp
toms several months or years later
is as false as the belief that Dog Days
cause mad dogs.
Frequently Its That Way.
"Woman’s place is at home. As I
was telling my wife —” "By the way,
Bill, what’s your wife doin’ now?”
“Workin’ In the cannery.”—Buffalo
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LUCKY HORSESHOE A HOODOO
Lad Casts It Over Shoulder, and It
Goes Through Car Window,
Says Dispatch.
Little Elmer Cook has good reason
to believe there is nothing to the time
honored theory among youths that to
throw a horseshoe over one’s left
shoulder is good luck, because he
tried it and it brought him a bunch of
trouble.
Elmer was playing with two of his
companions when it came his turn to
throw the horseshoe the boys had
found at lower Stockton road and Y
street. The lad did not know that the
street car was passing behind him un- /
til he heard the crash of glass as the'
“lucky” shoe flew through the window
of the car.
The boy did not run, but stood his
ground and told the street car con
ductor a straight-out story, explaining
that he hoped the horseshoe would I
bring him good luck.
The car was well filled with women j
and children at the time, but no one |
was hurt. —Oak Park Dispatch, Sacra- j
mento (Cal.) Bee.
Husband’s Sacrifice. J
Elihu Root was discussing in New
York the recent constitutional conven
tion.
“But there was one group," he said J
—“happily it saw reason later on —but i
one group there was which had about I
as true an idea of self-sacrifice as l
Smith. |
“Smith’s wife said to him one eve- I
ning, anxiously:
“ ‘I know, John, dear, this high cost; I
of living is terrible, but do you really I
think we can get along without a ser- 1
vant?' I
“‘We'll have to,' Smith answered^!
firmly, ‘unless I get a raise. Why,' l
hang it, if the worst comes to the I
worst you can do the cooking for your-. I
self and I can get my meals at a res I
taurant.’ ” I
Got Into Trouble. I
A much banged-up son of Ham shut I
fled disconsolately into a Louisian: I
levee camp, after a short leave to g< |
to New Orleans for the returns of th' I
Williard-.lohnson fight. I
"What’s the matter, Zack? I
asked the boss. "Did yuh git in I
rough house?” I
“It wuz jes lak dis,” explained Zac I
finally. "I wuz watchin' dem fellah I
givin’ out dem dere newsies, an' e l
de fus’ paht ob de fight I reckons I
jes' soht o’ ovehsphoke mase’f.” £
His Vulnerable Point. R
“A war expert says Achilles wou' ■
cut a sorry figure in the present co I
flict.” J
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