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Little Bobbie’s THE TUNNEL GREATEST STORY - OF ITS KIND SINCE JULES VERNE By WILLIAM F. KIRK M Y unkel Fritz in rummlng to the house tonltr, ?ed Ms to Pa. He Is a deer old codger, I ree- mam her how he used to tell a lot of funny stories to us wen he calm to our hoam In Colfax. I know you will like the deer old fellow beekaua you luv humor, sed Ma. T luv humor all right sed Pa, but that na.m Frit* doaent wound any too humorous. I heap 1 will git worn reel laffs & not have to fake Pa sed, but somehow I have a feeling that I cant shake off A that feeling la a feeling that Fritz Iscnt going to be funny at all. Walt till you see, sed Ma. If you * ud have herd the deer old feller malklng us all laff veers ago, Ma sed, you wud not talk doutful about him. Yeers ago Is one thing, sed Pa, & now 1* a other thing. 1 used to think the clowns In the circus was the funniest things in thp wurld. Pa •ed. but I w'ent to a circus the other day A the clowns was about as funny as a rainy day In March. Aa we git oalder A wiser. Pa aed, we beekum hard audiences to play to A tharo isent many things that reelv tickle IIS. Then Mr's unkel Fritz calm. He was a short fat man about sixty yeers oald, & he had a big meerahum pipe wich he kep smoaking all the time he was at our house. He looked at me kind of hard wen he cairn In A he sed to Ma, It is time little shel- drens should be by thare bed. alretty. Bobble always stays up till ten, sed Ma. He Is oalder than he looks, A he hates to go to bed erly. He talks after his father that way, sed Ma. Oh, very well, den. sed unkel Fritz. Now, let us all be cholly und tell sum funny stories. Ain’t It? he sed to Pa I guess it ain’t, sed Pa. I cud see that he dident like Fritz very well. Veil, sed Fritz, so long that we are going to tell sum cholly chokes, It shud beegln by me. Once dere vhrv a Irishman und he came oaver to dis country, sed Ma’s unkel. He vas not a long time in dis country und so he vass what you call it green, like der color of a Irisher’s flag, sed unkel Fritz. Dot part is a choke of m> own, he sed, about d«*r green flag 1 made that in myself. It Is not of der story. Veil, der Irish feller he vass valking along in front of a storo and he saw sum grape fruits alretty yet. Und ven der Irishman saw der grape fruits, sed unkel Fritz, he sed to <1<r other Irishman which had came over to dis country only he dident came on der saim ship, dot vase beefoar the other Irishman calm vich saw der grape fruits, alretty. He s*»d t«> der other Irishman, Chee, Pat, it vuddent talk many of dem big oranges to malk a pound, ain’t it? Nobody laffed excep Fritz, be"- kaus he had toald the strong rung. He ment that the Irishman sed Bure it w uddent talk many of them big oranges to inaik a dozen, but Frit/, sed pound insted of dozen. He toald a lot moar Joaks about the ,-wlm as the one about the grape fruit. Then he sang sum funny German •ongs, he thot thay was funny hut that wassent any funnier than the song called the Curse of a Achln-f Hart. After he had went Pa kidded Ma about her unkel’* quaint German hu mor. He is a rarp wag. Pa sed. Think of all the sunshine he scatters around the world. Explaining It. The following conversation between two youths was overhead in Blackburn the other day: "Aw say. Bill, wot’a th* meaning o* the word 'Limited' up there on that shop Hfter the name? There’s a lot on it abeawt here.” "Doesn't tha know?" said Bill. "Whoi, It's lolke this: Tha gi'es me a penny, an' Aw puts a penny to it. They we buy a tupenny smoake. Well. I smoake it. while tha looks on. Aw'm a director, and tha’rt a shareholder I tnk’ all the risks FREE ADVICE TO SICK WOMEN Thousands Have Been Helped By Common Sense Suggestions Women suffering from any form of female ills are invited tv communicate promptly with the woman's private correspo n d e n c e department of the Lydia E. 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Mass Every women ought to have Lydia Pinkham's 80-page Text Book. It a book for general distribution, * to^Vnxpensive. It it free and U-AUlls b/ mail. Write for it rT-rrm Tbs Onrnti «f Fwrnhsrd K#n«rm*aa-— r.rnr nn **ri1or. Copynjihtrd. 1*1H. by a piK-her V*rl tg, Berlin. Knf'.teh transUtto* w»4 (Copyrighted. IBIS, hy letarnitiooel SertvaT TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. 'But th„ po.t.rs w,re youm How did they work 0 ” "Great! I grabbed every billboard I could find idle In the United States and plastered them with bird’s-eye views of the coming city, and all the rest of the stuff ‘ >f course, that crowd down there has done every thing possible to scare the public off so they can get the land at the best price possible and resell They have Just learned what the be*t price la— and listen to them.” The roa.r from the street swelled louder and louder In front of the building where Allan had his city of fice was a large placard announcing the prices of real estate In the Tunnel City—by the front foot on the scores of streets that were laid out on j>aper, and by the acre In the outskirts. They were enough to stagger the hardiest real estate man In the world, and the tumult attested the indignation of the professional traders. "Have you heard from any of them directly?” inquired Hives with a grin. "Only a few,” smiled his friend. "They didn’t seem pleased, judging from their remarks over the phone. The consensus of opinion seemed to he that I ought to be in the insane asylum, and If not I would cert&lgiy wind up in the penitentiary.” Rives laughed and rose to go. The Main Mogul. "Don’t leave yet, old man,” urged Allan "The works can get along for another hour without you. Mutrie will be here presently, and it would be Just as well for you to be around.” “Yes? Who Is Mutrie?” inquired Rives. "He's the main mogul of the Real Estate Exchange. He called up Just before you came in and said he'd be down within an hour if I could see him. I told him to toddle right along and — Hello!” A voice Issued out of a square box at hi* elbow. "Mr. Mutrie to see you, sir” "Tell him to come in.’ v said pressing a button In the side of the little box, which tmnefonped it into an active telephone. Mr. Mutrie proved to be a white* haired man of about 45, with a thick, close-cropped white mustache and light blue eyes. He seemed to regard life as a serious business, especially when it Impinged upon real estate. Allan shook hands with him anil introduced Rives as his "friend and colleague, who 1«* 111 actual charge at Tunnel City.” "You have eertalnly torn up n lot of ground, Mr Rives,” remarked the real estate king, pleasantly. "I have been down to look you over several jiines recently "Yes. I think we are making con siderable headway,” said Rives. “We expect to begin the actual boring next week.” "Indeed!” murmured Mr. Mutrie and smiled slightly. Neither Rives nor Allan understood the tone or the smile at the moment, but it irritated both. Allan ptlrred a little impatient ly and Mr. Mutrie turne-i to him. "I have been marking down your prices as announced thin morning.” be said courteously, “on the plot of the city with which you supplied me.” “Yes 0 ” "Yes.” Mr Mutrie’s tone was faint ly ironical. "I think you can hardly be serious. Mr Allan.” Allan leaned back in his chair and tapped the edge of his desk with his pencil. "It’s very decent of you feel that way about it. Mr. Mutrie.” he re turned pleasantly, "but I didn't want to be hogginh. i suppose I could get more for the land in the long run, but I would much rather let everybody in now and start things going." Mr. Mutrie bit into his thick white mustache for a moment "Leaving pleasantries aside,” he said with some acerbity, "you don't really mean to attempt to get those prices for land In your city?” Allan continued to tap the desk. ‘ I not only mean to attempt to get them, but I will get t^jem.” "From whom?" demanded Mr. Mu trie. controlling himself with an ef fort. His Plan. "Oh, anybody that wants to pay them.” Allan shrugged his shoulders indifferently. ”1 am going to let in 1 anybody that will help boom things there at these prices and then I’m going to jump the price.” Mr. Mutrie stared at him and swal lowed hard, but when h< spoke again he had recovered his first suavity. “I have just been doinq some fig uring.” he remarked, consulting a piece of paper. “You bought tnat land for somewhere between seven and ten million dollars. You have held it for less than six months. At the prices you are now charging you figure to make about a million dol lars a day for every day you have he'd it.” Mian nodded. "Your figures coin cide with mine to a remarkable de gree." he said coolly. ”1 figured that 1 ought to make about that on the deni That is why 1 am going to boost the price pretty soon if the land doesn’t go fast enough." "Surely you are not serious.” pro tested Mr. Mutrie. and his manner wa«* almost patronizing. "I most certainly am." M R. MUTRIE appeared to re flect. and then he began on a new tack. "From what 1 have been able to gather. Mr Allan, T am forced to have the greatest respect for you as an en gineer,” he said suavely. "I have no doubt that you believe you can build thD tunnel, und If the thing Is poa- J sible no doubt you can do it. But a real estate enterprise is a vastly dif ferent proposition from engineering !lt follows certain fixed lines. There are certain accepted mediums of mar- i keting. and without these no consid erable venture can be brought to a successful close.” devised means to put it to work where each dollar of the millions might earn a few' cents before it was swallowed up in the hole that Allan w’as driv ing through the heart of the earth. "It’s wonderful,” the latter told Rives, enthusiastically. "You can’t believe how well the world under stands what this thing means and how certain it is!” “My dear chap,” returned Rives with a cynical laugh, “you’re on the wrong track altogether." “What do you mean?” demanded the engineer.” They were sitting on the veranda of the house at Tunnel City overlook ing the sea, where the whlteeaps glistened and gleamed in the moon light. Rives looked out across the heaving waste arid laughed again. “You engineers are supposed to study force# but in this you have ig nored the gfcatest force in the world.” "What is that?*’ “Fear!” “Fear!” echoed Allan, dumfounded. “I don’t get you at all.” ’It's very simple,” Rives assured him. “Men fear two things above all others—death and poverty. Bold ness triumphs over death, when any thing does, and wealth over poverty. Your tunnel scheme is bold and prof itable alid they admire It. Unable to triumph themselves, they want to conquer vicariously. They read the newspapers to get a thrill out of other people’s experiences because they don't dare the experiences themselves. They haven't the money nor the cour- | age.” "But," objected Allan, “they must believe In this thing or they wouldn’t | put what money they have Into it.” “They believe in it because they’re afraid not to,” retorted Rives. “I am Daysey Mayme And Her Folks New Rules. "I know," nodded Allan, briskly. That always has been the rule You real estate men have gathered in most of the profits But just as there is no rule to guide me in build ing this tunnel, th* real estate issue is too big to be guided by the regu lar rules You traders can have it at my pri'-e or stay out of the mar ket—without offense," he added I courteously "You kn I the opera [rowing, “1 j Just beginning to see how big this I thing is,” he went on soberly. “All that has held back the upheaval—the social revolution—Is this fear, this .clinging to the little they have and •getting the sensation of having much , by reading about It in the newspapers. “This tunnel,” he went on as Allan i listened in dead silence, "is, so far as you know, going only to London. God only knows how far It will go toward shaping the destiny of our civiliza tion. You have started-a panic, wdth a reverse movement. Instead of hoard- | ing because they are afraid, people are investing because they are afrail. None of them understand, but all of them dimly feel that everything in the world 1? going L oe more or less In timately connected wdth thi« wcheme. and if they don’ get on the right side of the fence, they will be crushed." "That I believe is true,” said Allan, with faint pride. “But how about those that can't get in—and those that may get In to the’.r sorrow? The survival of the most unscrupulous Is not necessarily the law of the universe because it i.* the ruling spirit of our age. The world -will be paying tribute to the tunnel company, and the world may wake up and ask why—and ask why about lot of other things.” . “I don’t think the w'orld is going to kick over being benefited,’’ returned Allan. “You don’t blame me, do you, Jack?” she said quietly. “No,” he replied almost gruffly, “I don’t.’ WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE The story opens with Rives, who is in charge of the technical work ings of the groat 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 l 8 miles an hour Rives is in love with Maude Allan, wife of Mackendrlck Allan, whose mind first conceived the great tunnel scheme After going about 250 miles under the Atlantic Ocean Rives gets out of the train Suddenly the tunnel seems to burst There is a frightful explosion Men are flung to death and Rives Is badly wounded. Hs staggers through thi moke, realizing that about 3,000 men I have probably perished. He and oher 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. The scene is then changed to the roof of the Hotel Atlantic. The greatest financiers of the country are gathered there at a summons from C. H. I Jo yd. "The Money King’ John Rives addresses them, and introduces Al lan Mrs Allan and Maude Lloyd, daughter of the financier, are also pres ent Allan tells the company of his project for a tunnel 3,100 miles long. The financiers agree to back him Allan and Hives want him to take charge of the actual work. Rives accepts Rives goes to the Park Club to meet Wit- terstelner. a financier. At Columbus Circle news of the great project Is being flashes on a screen. Thousands are watching it. Mrs Allan becomes a lonely and neglected woman and Is much thrown in the company of Rive* Now Go On With the Story. that your tunnel will ever be com pleted. While I have no doubt what ever of your good faith, the buying public—which is largely guided by us —has no definite assurance that your tunnel project is not a gigantic hoax for the sole purpose of pulling off a great real estate swindle.” It was a shrewd flank attack and one that had never recurred to Allan or Rives. Allan was completely con fused for an instant, and Rives' first Impulse, controlled with difficulty, was to throw the white-haired fox out of the office. Then Allan recovered his mental balance and laughed. “My dear Mr. Mutrie,” he said at last, not taking pains to conceal that the interview was rapidly becoming unpleasant, “the best answer to that Is that while I have never seen you before this morning and had no idea of ever taking the trouble to see you or sell you anything, here you are Irv ing to trick or browbeat me Into sell ing land for less than It is worth Wliat He Thought. f Mr. Allan,” returned slowly, hi* eye* nar- orld has no assurance “You know and 1 know - ’ he went on quietly, "that this land will within a few- years be worth considerably more than I am asking for it now. You know thnt this tunnel is on the level and that l and the men who have indorsed me are certain that I can bull 1 it and that therefore some of the world's largest and busiest cit ies are bound to spring up around the entrances.” "It may be so.” conceded the expert in a manner that fully conveyed the Impression that he did not believe it "That being the case,” concluded Allan, “you are at liberty to buy this land at my price or not buy it—just as you choose. And I guess that’s about all. If you will excuse me—1 am a very busy man ." "What do you think?” Inquired Rives after the boss of the real es tate brokers had departed. "Think!” snorted Allan. “I think he'll get on the band wagon or be run over. They have probably framed it to stay out of the market and' bring my price down, but they can't win at that game. The land is worth every cent and more than we are ask ing for it. and It’s bound to sell whether they want It to or not.” Rives switched the conversation over to other matters connected with construction and some changes he contemplated making in the person nel of his staff Allan signed tele grams. answered phone calls, and ad vised and suggested in between breaths for about an hour Then Rives announced that he would have to start back. "I want to take you with me," he said. "to Tunnel City?" "Yes," replied his friend gravely ! “I told Maud I’d bring you back with ■ me to-night if I had to do it by force.” Allan frowned slightly at. his piled up desk, looked at his watch and then up at Rives. "('an you wait about fifteen min- : utes? I guess I'd better go, though : I haven’t got time. You can have me motored back so as to get here | by 7:30 in the morning?” "It'll be easy—that or a special train.” "All right, then," agreed Allan,with hesitation, his eyes still on his desk. "I haven’t seen Maud and the little one for a month, it seems to me. But I certainly hate to leave this pile of \\ Ofk ’ \Wll. T ” The phone rang. Ha answered it, and winked at Rives as he caught the first words. "Certainly. Come right along," he said. “It’s Mutrie,” he laughed trl- umphantlv. "He has been commis sioned to buy a thousand feet of wharf front for the Transoceanic peo ple. What did I tell you? Oh," he exclaimed as he noticed that Rives was still standing. “1 told him to come along It’ll probably be an hour or so of a job. and others are likely to come through, so I better not try to go with you.” "And Maud?” “Well,” hesitated Allan, “you ex plain it to her. old man. She’li under stand. and tell her I’ll be down In a few days at the latest." Rives looked at him curiously and in silence for a few moments. “All right,” he said quietly. “So long!” Raising $3,000,000,000. A ND now a new power was felt in the affairs of the great tun nel project. To the world at large Allan was still the big figure, the tremendous force that brought forth the mighty plan and was driv ing it ahead. But those back of the scenes fefct a new hand on the con trolling levers. This new power was Money and its tangible form was Sid ney Wolf. This man was Lloyd’s other self. But a few years before he had been ire. Then he found himself across the board from the terrible money vulture in a minor chess game of finance and had played his hardest Lloyd admired his skill and made him his chief of staff. His name originally had been Salo mon Woldsohn. in his jean days in Berlin Moving to I.^idon in in creasing prosperity, h»Ahad become iriwew Y had finally appeared as Sidney Wolf. He was not a genius of finance. He was a master general of dollars, which is a different thing. As Allan knew the working capacity of a drill, so this man knew the working ca pacity of a dollar. He could not dream great visions of finance, but when shown the field of a campaign an<l placed at the head of millions! he was an invincible fighter. From a dog-poor student Wolf had become a multi-millionaire while still a comparatively young man. He had made money his one aim, and was bitterly disappointed when he found out that its possession was not the recipe for content. He was black haired, thick-lipped and a trifle stout, with Ashy eyes and a heavy voice— the type of man particularly repulsive to the men with whom he mort de sired to associate. He hated Allan, not because Allan underrated his abil ity or lacked respect for his money skill, but because in all the months of their association in the planning of the financial campaign Allan had never treated him as a social ac quaintance. He bad never asked him to lunch or dinner; he had never in troduced him to Mrs. Allan or inti mated that he might he desirable as a guest at his home even in a vague, non-committal way. Rives treated him with formal poyteness. and Al lan’s other acquaintances ignored him. Allan, hall-fellow-well-met with hal^ the underlings about the offices of the tunnel company, invariably addressed the money master as "Mr. Wolf.” The "Mr.” gTated every time Wolf heard It, for he knew It was not a mark of respect. He resented Al lan’s familiarity wdth the others, a familiarity that never lessened their respect for him or the promptness of their obedience. Wolf was obeyed with cold precision. Allan with cheer ful alacrity. The First Trick. With this type of man hatred flnds it* expression In only one direction—- an assault on the pocketbook. His first trick against the engineer was so adroitly planned and executed that Allan and Rives were forced to ad mit the Justice of the resul , though if mulcted them of a large share of their profits in the real estate trans action. Wolf sold the rights to all mineral deposits produced in the bor ing to the Pittsburg Smelteries Cor poration for $50,000,000. He then rep resented. aa indeed Allan had planned that the waste could he made into real estate along the const front, and the directors, speaking through Lloyd, indorsed this plan, the proceeds to go to the common treasury. To avoid being cut off. Allan was forced to let his own holdings go into the common pool, in which he had only a minor share and Rives none at all. I N the meantime Wolf perfected the plans for floating the stock. The company was capitalized at $15,- 000.000,000. and it was decided that the first issue should call for $3,000,- 000.000 at the par value of the stock —also that it should not be sold' for less than par. Allan and Wolf agreed that no more money could be safely demanded of the public until the tunnel building showed progress to about the halfway mark. It might be necessary to do some Juggling with the engineering and financing, but the two men felt equal to it. Details of a stock market campaign are of interest only to the expert Briefly, Wolf arranged for subscrip tion at par in the sum of $125,000,000 to start the ball rolling when the stock should appear on the market. The ball rolled. Shares were $1,000 each, but by an ingenious arrange ment of certificates which Wolf de vised, anyone could buy an interest in a share tor $10. Allan mainly con ducted the advertising campaign, and under his skillful guidance, aided by suggestions from Wolf, the dollars came out of forgotten corners. “A thousand dollars now' will make you rich in old age”—this was the bait that drew the bank accounts. From every quarter of the globe a little stream of dollars Issued, Joining with others and sweeping down in a roar ing flood on the offices of the Tunnel company. Day after day, and week after week, the golden torrent swelled and grew, and as fast as it came Wolf To Be Continued To morrow. By FRANCES L. GARS IDE. T HERE are those of perfect fig tire who declare that when girls refuse to parade the shore in bathing sulfa it is not due to mod esty. In order to prove there was nothing In their calumnious chargee, Daysey Mayme Appleton made It a point to take the longest way round from the dressing room to the water, and to linger long on its edge silhouetted against the ocean, and with the eyes of all beholders fixed upon her A violet hiding under a hedge la not at heart more modest than Daysey Mayme, but not one ever made charge* against the violet’s figure. She had stood, and turned, and walk ed a few paces, and lingered on the shore till she felt vindicated, and then, with a quick run, dashed Into the wa ter She had not been unconscious when on shore of the gase of a very handsome man In the water near by. and was so much surprised when, eb* found herself close beside him that eh* smiled. He smiled. She smiled *g^*\ aa4 noted how well he could ■wlm. “In the books,” she said, **he would save me from drowning, klse my cold lips as he carried me to the ehore, and call on the preacher next day.** His smile expressed devotion, 8b# would test it and she ventured out be yond her depth. Daysey Mayme can’t remember In detail Just what happened next. Bbe felt that she was being carried awa^ that she was going down, down, and that some one’s arms were holding her Then she lost consciousness. It was only a minute later, but to her It seemed years, when she felt herself being rolled aoroae a barrel, and opened her eyes to the pain and hu miliation of realism. “I knew’ when I first saw her," she heard the voice of her deliverer saying, “that she was one of them fool kind of bathers that don’t know nothing about the water. Let's give her anoth er good hard roll, then I must go back to my wMfe and the kids.” “The trouble with life,” Daysey May me sobbed that night to her mother, “is that it isn’t a bit like the bpoks " His Preference. A famous sculptor wag seated at a dinner next to a fair but frivolous young lady, and it was soon evident tnat he was not very favorably im pressed by her idle chatter. “What kind of a figure do you most admire in a woman?” she Inquired, with the air of one angling for a com- pliment.^ “Almost any ktnd, an long as ah* is not a figure of speech,” he replied, briefly. 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