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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 KODAKS “The Beet Flulehlno and Knlara- Ino That Caa Be ProduaedA Kastman Films and com plete etock amateur sum Ilea. Ice for out-of-town customer*. 'Send for Catalog and Prlea Ltit. A. K. HAWKES CO. K D ° D P \ K 14 Whitehall St,, Atlanta. Ga. K 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. 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