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© THE TUNNEL •
The Greatest Story of Its Kind Since Jules Verne
V
What Has Gone Before.
The story opens with Rives, who
Is In charge of the technical work
ings of the great tunnel from
America to Germany, on one of
the tunnel trains, with Baermann,
an engineer. In charge of Main
Station No. 4. They are traveling
at the rate of 118 miles an hour.
Rives is in love with Maude Allan,
wife of MacKendrick Allan, whose
mind first conceived the great tun
nel scheme. After going about 60
miles under the Atlantic Ocean,
Rives gets out of the train. Sud
denly the tunnel seems to burst.
There is a frightful explosion. Men
are flung to death and Rives is
badly wounded. He hears some
one calling his name as he stag
gers through the blinding smoke,
realizing that about 3,000 men have
probably perished. He and other
survivors get to Station No. 4.
Rives finds Baermann holding at
bay a wild mob of frantic men who
want to climb on a work train.
Somebody shoots Baermann, and
the train slides out.
Now Go on With the Story.
(Worn tha German of Bernhard Rellermann—
German version. Copyrighted. 1918. by 8.
Fiacher Verlag. Berlin. English translation and
compilation by
(Copyrighted, 1918, by International News Servioe.)
I T will be necessary here to go back
what is but a short time in the
life of great projects to a certain
hot night on the roof of the 52-story
Hotel Atlantic, where was the most
remarkable gathering of the most re
markable men In the world.
They were gathered about a long
table and when the moment arrived
John Rives, known on four continents
as architect, artist, sportsman and
dilettante, rose quietly to speak.
There was an Instant hush. Even
before the signal that the momentous
announcement was at hand what con
versation there had been was carried
on in low monosyllables. Even 700
feet above Broadway, on the heights
at 190th street, the night air was sti
fling.
The score or more of men who sat
at the table represented, according tb
the figures of the reporters who laid
siege to the roof garden, something
like thirteen billions of dollars, but
they suffered in the killing heat wave
in common with men who earned less
in a year than they did while winding
their watches.
Rives touched his limp handker
chief to his forehead and lips and
, glanced about the board with an easy
smile.
“I have here”—he produced a telo-
gram—“a message from Mr. Lloyd
which, with your permission, I will
read first. As you know, Mr. Lloyd
will not be with us this evening. He
is ill, and this telegram Is merely the
> official information."
Several nodded. Others sat ba-ik
in their chairs and began absently
rolling bread crumbs and playing with
the glasses while Rives read the brief
dispatch authorizing him to speak for
the absent financier.
The Invention.
"Before proceeding with my few - e-
marks I wish first to introduce tne
gentleman who is the true author of
this gathering,” he resumed, half bow
ing to Indicate the young man at his
right hand. “This is Mr. Allan—Me-
Kendree Allan—for many years chief
engineer of the Internationa] Electric
and the inventor of allanlte.”
The engineer inclined his head in
response to a Series of brief but cour
teous nods that went around the ta
ble. Three or four looked at him
keenly. They had some lnformaiion
of allanlte, “the diamond-steel” that
would plow into glass like a chlsei
into wood.
“Mr. Allan will do most of the talk
ing. gentlemen. The message and the
great project are his. The telegrams
which you have received from Mr.
Lloyd have given you an Idea of what
Mr. Lloyd things of Mr. Allan’s plan.
> Its Immensity would appall smaller
men. Therefore, you have been asked
to consider it. Mr. Allan has provided
the genius that fathered the idea. He
has about worked out the detailed
plans and he will furnish the execu
tive ability to carry them through.
But he needs you and Mr. Lloyd .0
furnish the sinews of war—the
money he must have.”
He finished gravely, and, as he
sank into his chair, he said in an
undertone:
"Now, go to it. Mac!”
His Life Speech.
Allan rose slowly, his eyes on the
table in front of him, and gathered
all of his tremendous reserve for this
one supreme moment of his life. The
work, the study, the planning of
twenty years hung on the judgment
of these men who had never heard of
him or his scheme. And he must con
vince by the power of speech—he who
had never made a speech in his life.
In the background Mrs. Allan sat
with Maud Lloyd, the only child of
the famous financier. The ladles wore
the filmiest of evening gowns and
languidly sipped cool drinks. With
the exception of Rives and Allan
himself, they alone of those present
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knew why the great kings of finance
had been called together.
Mighty as these men were they had
blindly obeyed the summons of C. H.
Lloyd, who was mightier than them
all. In an earlier day there had been
a “John D.” and a "J. P.,” but so great
was the power and far-reaching the
fame of the cadaverous, vulture-
beaked money king who had suc
ceeded these that you had only to use
the single Initial—”L”—and the civ
ilized world knew who was meant.
He had commanded and they had
com«. Their yachts were anchored
In the Hunson ana their private trains
waited, puffing, in the yards. The
three Chicagoans—Kilgallan, Mullen-
bach and C. Morris—had arrived but
an hour before the meeting in Kil-
gallan’s aerial yacht. The purr of
its engines reached the diners from
the landing stage, where the mechani
cian tinkered and tested, for Kil
gallan had an appointment in his
Chicago office at 9 the next morning.
Vanderstyfft’s sporty little monopla-ne
that he had taken to run down from
his Cape Cod summer home was
poised lightly beside it.
And they knew nothing beyond the
fact that “L” had “invited” them to
discuss “the greatest and boldest
project of all time,” and had added to
each a list of the others who would
attend. He didn’t say he had request
ed them to come. He said they would
be there. They were.
A New Feeling.
Even without the all-commanding
signature to the telegrams they might
have come. The words “the greatest
and boldest project of all time” would
have brought them. "Great and bold”
—these words tuned the interest that
w'orked behind their listless exteriors.
It was not a question of making much
money or losing a little. Money was
only incidental. They were like a
lot of children who have been playing
with a ball of putty until they have
worked it into every shape they can
devise and are growing weary of the
game. So for years had these men
played with a putty ball that was
called the world. They had ripped it
open and built it over. They had bur
rowed under it. They had parted Us
waters and conquered its air.
Singlv and in little groups they had |
wrought these things, and it* had 1
never occurred to any of them that j
there could be anything big enough
to require the combined efforts of all.
But the greatest of them had found
this -wonder and eagerly they rushed
to learn what it might be.
Yet It was with the air of ennui
that they turned to Rives when he
rose to speak. They had outgrown
ordinary enthusiasm. Five younger
men—representatives of the five great
news associations, sat at the foot of
the table, keen-eyed and alert. Sev
eral hundreds of their less fortunate
co-workers raged in the lobby below,
devising ingenious and futile plans to
gain admission to the garden, and
wasted time and energy trying to
bribe the hotel employees.
For three days they had fumed and
guessed and predicted—from the mo
ment the word of the impending con
ference leaked out—until the country
was stirred from end to end and Wall
Street fluttering and twittering like
an uneasy mother quail.
The Monorail Fast Freight Com
pany was to extend Its line to San
Francisco. The United Air Line was
to absorb the Gulf and Pacific cities
in its regular service, so that you
could circle the United States with
out changing ships. John Rives’ great
project for extending the New York
business section into the Hudson—
“the American Venice”—was about to
be launched.
Such were the rumors that darted
out across the face of the land from
the Hotel Atlantic. They fanned pub
lic curiosity to a fever heat. The
men about the table were equally
curious, but with them repression was
a habit. Gray-halred—In most in
stances, prematurely—smooth-skin
ned, inperturbable they sat and look
ed at Allan with the hooded eyes of
eagles—the eyes of men accustomed
to noting details of the great visions.
Allan glanced swiftly about him.
Out of the glare of the table lights
off to the left he could see Maud and
Miss Lloyd watching him with shin
ing eyes. It flashed through his
mind for an instant that it was cur
ious that both should have the same
expression. He felt for a moment or
two tbnt he was showing nervous
ness and wondered If it had been
marked.
But if these men had noted It they
would not have heeded. They were
used to seeing men a little nervous
before them, and they were not in
vested in how this particular man
felt, but it what manner of man he
was and what his plan might be.
They had all been each other’s enemy
in times past. A sudden shift of the
game might make any two of them
enemies to-morrow. The respect and
confidence of Lloyd were enough to
indicate that the new man might have
to be reckoned with to-morrow and
they appraised him swiftly.
There was nothing especially un
usual about him. He was a trifle
above medium height, broad and
strongly built with the sort of frame
that looks out of place in evening
clothes. His head looked almost
square, his skin dark and w r eather
tanned and the features strong and
immobile. The frontal bone was un
usually heavy, and two wide-set blue-
gray eyes looked out from beneath
with a steady, level glance. He looked
not unlike an officer of a trans-At
lantic boat, healthy, full-blooded and
virile.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
Models of the early Fall fashions in gowns
for afternoon wear display points of piquant
interest.
In the figure to the left is shown a gown al
together different from the usual simple
dress for the young girl, yet in no way ec
centric. It is of cherry foulard dotted white.
The blousing bodice is opened over a girlish
waistcoat of white net, gathered at the neck
by a “coulisse” or small ribbon of black
“comete” velvet.
Flaring slightly from the shoulders, with
an armhole almost normal, the half-sleeves
are stopped at the elbow and finished by a
small flounce “en forme” of the same mate
rial and a small “deutele” of embroidered
net.
The neck of the same embroidered net is
wired to stand upright at the back, droop
ing downward in front to frame andl waist
coat.
The skirt, draped and round, shows at its
upper part a tunic, which, plain in the mid
dle front, lengthens in front on each side, fin
ished by a tassel of passementerie, white and
cherry.
In the picture to the right, the appear
ance of the frills shows that the lingerie
blouse will return to favor. They are not so
difficult to keep in order as would seem at
first glance. They are of plaited net, and
may easily be taken out and replaced by new
ones.
With this model they are the only trim
ming of a pretty afternoon gown of lettuce-
green charmeuse. The bodice is a small
“blouson” with low armholes. The sleeve,
long and fitting simply, is finished by an in
sertion over the wrist of a piping of char
meuse of the material. Cut in a deep “V”
in front and back, it is trimmed with three
frills of the same plain net.
A “Cayadire” belt, brocaded, in the cash
mere tones, girdles a high waist.
The skirt is draped in front in a movement
of crossing and the fullness is given by the
broad pleats gathered at the waist. It is cut
slightly rounded in front and a small slit
shows the foot.
Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
A 8ERIOUS QUESTION.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
Having kept company with a
young man for a long while, my
parents did not like it because ho
Is a Gentile and I am not, so I did
not speak to him for about a year,
but now I find that I still love him
and would like to win back his
love. I see him every day. Would
our religion Interfere with our
love? SARA.
That Is a question for your parents
to decide. Such marriages are rare
ly happy, for the reason that each
in a measure ostracized by the
family of the other. The price paid
for such love grows heavy with the
years. Can not you abide by your
parents' wishes?
DON’T DO IT.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am twenty, and took a very
fond liking for a girl of sixteen.
I told her I woud like to keep
company with her. She told me
that she is keeping company with
another. How can I gain her
love, and would it be right to tell
her to part company from her
present lover and keep company
with me? J- E.
You asked her to keep company
with you and she refused. If she
were older, and I was satisfied of
your sincerity, I would urge you to
renew’ your attentions. But a girl of
sixteen is too young to have one lover,
let alone having two, and my high
est hope for her is that she will re
fuse the other man al»6.
Good Tip.
‘Everything all right, sir?” asked
the waiter.
The diner nodded, but still the
waiter asked again, presently.
Again the diner nodded.
“Potatoes the way you like ’em,
sir?”
“Yes”
Another period of silence.
“I hope the service Is satisfactory,
sir?”
“Are you asking for a tip?” de
manded the diner.
“Well, sir, of course we get the
tip« sometimes, and I’ve got to go to
the kitchen for another party, so ”
“So you’d like the tip now, to be
sure of It? Well, I’ll give you one.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Here is the tip: I have a power
ful voice that I am capable of us
ing. If anything is wrong I’ll let out
a roar. If you do not hear from me
you can know that I am dining In
peace and comfort and not in the
least regretting your absence, for it’s
no fun to have to pass verbal Judg
ment on every mouthful I eat.”
“But the tip?”
“That’s the tip, and a mighty good
one it is, too.**
The Ten Commandments of the
Summer Widower
By DOROTHY DIX.
The Two Sides.
Johrtny—What does it mean to say
“seeing the humorous side of things,”
dad?
Father—Well, let us take an example.
How many sides has a banana skin, for
Instance?
Johnny—Two.
Father—Exactly. And when some
other man steps on the banana skin he
sees the serious side of It, and you see
the humorous side.
SAY “I SHALL BE DESOLATE.”
1. Dissemble thy gladness, put ashes
upon thine head and rend thy gar
ments with sorrow when thy wife
sayeth unto thee. **Lo, it breaketh my
heart t» go away and leave thee
alone In the hot city, but for the sake
of the health of our children I must
offer myself up as a sacrifice and go
to a Summer resort.”
2. Say unto her, “Behold I shall be
desolate without thee, but who am I
that 1 should stand between thee and
thy duty as a Mother? Therefore, go
hence, even ae
thou has said, but
wherewithal shall
I be comforted
when'the Light of
My Life hath fled?”
3. Give orders to
thy stenographer
that she shall
write words of
sorrow and of
grief each day to
thy wife, telling
her how empty
the city is without
her. and how thou
spendest the eve
nings thinking of
her and mourning
because she Is
not. but that thou
rejolcest because
she Is not In the
town that scorcheth eeven as an
oven. For It addeth to the pleasure
of a wife If she belleveth that her
husband suffereth while she Is away.
4. When thou assemblest thy
friends and sayest to them, “Come,
and we will play poker and drink
beer and look upon the highball
when it balleth, for my wife Is in
the country, hurray, hurray,” go
slow, yea, go even as the tortoise
goes, for behold thou art not In train
ing to trim with the bunch, and they
shall despoil thee and rob thee of thy
pelf, and thy. head the next morning
shall ache with a great and exceed-
4ng ache.
5. Invite not the peach whom thou
meetest on the roof garden to spin
forth with thee In thy automobile, and
dine with thee, for lo thou shalt meet
up with the friend of thy wife, and
sne will say to thee, “I shall write to
thy wife and tell her that I met
thee and thy lady friend, and she
will be SO PLEASED that thou art
not moping over thy desk all day, for
she sayeth that thou workest too
hard.”
fl. When thou takest the cool of an
evening on an excursion boat. «r when
Popular?
Shopkeeper—Ah, you are the man
nobody likes to see.
Tax Collector—Now, that's strange.
I am generally asked to call again.
thou goest fiorth to a Bummer garden
hold thine eyes steadily before thee,
and look not to the right nor to the
left, lest thou be ensnared by the
maidens who garner in the Summer
wldtnwers, for, behold, there Is no
other thing so easy as the man who
hath Just slipped his wife's leading
string. •
7. Boast not thyself that thou
lookest like a bachelor, for lo, matri
mony d*oth put Its *eeal upon a man.
Tea, he is branded as though he wore
a ring through his nose, and his es
tate proclalmeth itself from afar.
8. Nor shalt thou boast thyself of
thy freedom, fior the time cometh
when thou canst not find a clean
shirt, nor a collar, though thou sough)
for one with a search warrant.
Neither canst thou track down thy
sox to the lair where they have hid
den themselves Furthermore, thy
stomach shall rise against the cook
ing of cafes, and that hour thou will
arise and haste to the telegraph of
fice and summon back thy keeper.
Yea, and thou shalt rejoice In thy
fetters.
9 If thy wife tarryeth overlong at
the Summer resort, and if she hold-
eth thee up for much money and
thou deslrest her to return to thins
abode, and to perform again upon thy
gas range, write not bo her demand
ing forthwith her presence. Nay, be
thou wily even as
the fox, and say
unto her, “Hurry
not home, but re
main where thou
art until the Win
ter season com
eth,” and lo, she
shall take the
next train back to
see why thou art
so willing, and
perchance to find
out HER Name.
10. Before thy
wife returneth
hire one to set
thy house in or
der. yea, to pick
up the poker
ohlps, and to bear
away the bottles,
and remove the
cigar stubs from the best furniture,
lest thy wife, finding the house like
a pig sty, shall say unto thee. “Lo, I
will never leave thee again, for all
of my near-antique mahogany furni
ture is ruined,” and so thou shalt
miss the life of the Summer Wid
ower, which Is short and fleeting, but
full of ginger.
Selah
INVITE NOT THE PEACH.
THE MAGIC OF MOTOR BOATING
I HAVE fallen In love with motor
boating, and yet I was never but
once in a motor boat. It Is the ro
mance of the thing that takes me. It
appeals to the Imagination. It makes
you feel adventurous.
You can appreciate better the Joys of
Captain Cook and the other early navi
gators when you have explored a coast,
or a crooked river, or a chain of lakes,
with their Islands, In a motor boat. As
you cruise away a feeling of Independ
ence comes to you, and the world looks
different—bigger, more Interesting, more
mysterious. You have got out of the
old world. You see things that nobody
sees on land, for your point of view is
changed. You are as free as Uonce De
Leon searching for gold and magic
fountains among the emerald tropics.
For the first time you learn what a
wind is. People on land do not know
the wind. There It Is a hot, dusty, ma
licious demon of the air, but on the
water it is a spirit from the infinite and
is free, like yourself. It becomes com
panionable. You are prepared for its
freaks, and you can enjoy them, as it
sings in your ears and freshens your
breath. A sea breeze Is manageable:
you can make It serve your ends and
increase your enjoyment; but what can
anybody do with a wind a3hore, except
wreck an umbrella or drive a wind
mill? As a cooling agent the electric
fan surpasses it.
The preparations for a motor boat
cruise interest me as those for a voyage
in an East Indiaman used to do. I
read about them in the Motor Boating
Magazine for July as eagerly as 1 once
read about ships taking In their stores
for a trip around the Horn. There you
have the essentials of human exist
ence brought familiarly under your
eyes, and you feel like Robinson Crusoe
looking over his stores before embark
ing for an exploration around his island.
You are going to cut yourself loose from
the workaday world, with all Its banal
subdivisions of labor and occupation,
and Its human cogs that are good for
nothing except when fixed on the cir
cumference of a wheel, and only fit one
little place there, and you are going to
be THE WHOLE THING. You are
going to know and do everything your
self.
You will be captain and crew, car
penter and machinist, cook and passen
ger, navigator and engineer, with the
world before you, and the means to
meet all Its demands right under your
own control.
Such things as sugar, flour, baking
powder, lard, harr\, bacon, cheese,
pickles, soap, teakettles, pans, pails,
griddles, cups and saucers, peeling
knives, lemon squeezers, buckets, mops.
CINCINNATI, OHIO.
The Southern Railway an
nounces reduced round trip fare
of $15.00 from Atlanta to Cincin
nati, Ohio; tickets on sale August
22, 23 and 25, good for return un
til September 1. City Ticket Of
fice, No. 1 Peachtree street. Both
phones Main 142.
anchors, sails, tackle, oilskins, barome
ters, compasses, foghorns, boathooks
and lubricating oils become poetic in
their significance when they are to be
all under your own hand, tfo be used
by you In your own voyage of discov
ery and adventure. You may even feel
tempted to take along a supply of glass
beads and other trinkets to dazzle the
eyes of the natives!
A Good Bird.
Purchaser—But Is the parrot a good
bird? I mean, I hope he doesn't use
dreadful language.
Dealer—’E’s a saint, lady; sings
’ymns beautiful. I ’ad some parrots
wot used to swear something awful,
but, if you’ll believe me, lady, this
’ere bird converted the lot.
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NO SHIRTS LEFT.
In a Hurry.
Hotfoot—Yes, sir, when we were
ambushed we got out without, losing
a man, a horse or a gun—or
“A minute,” chimed in a small, thin
voice.
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