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THE TUNNEL
Greatest Story of Its
Kind Since Jules Verne
WHAT HAS CONE BEFORE
The story or>*-ns with Riven, who n In charge of the technical work
ings of the great tunnel from Anir.ca to Germany. < ,r \ one ot
trains*, with Eaermann, an engineer, In charge of Main Station No 4 They
are traveling nt the rate of 11* miles an hour Kivt# ta In Jove with
Maude Allan, wife of Maekendrick Allan, whose mind first conceived the
great tunnel scheme After goir g about J50 miles under the Atlantic Ocean
Rives B*ts out of the train Suddenly the tunnel seem* to burst there
is a frightful explosion Men are flung to death and Rives badly wounded
He staggers through the bunding srnoke, realising that about 3.000 men
have probably perished He and other survivors get to Station No 4
Rives finds Raermann holding at bay a wild mob of frantic men who want
to climb on a work train toomebod* shoot* Raermann, and the train slide)* out.
The scene is then charged to the roof of the Hotel Atlantic The greatest
financiers of the country are gathered there at a summons from < H
Ucyd. "The Money Klrg .!« hn Rives addresses them, and introduces Al
lan Mrs Allan and Maude ! Invd daughter of the flranc'er. are a’so pres
ent Allan tells the company of his pr iject for a tunnel 3 100 miles long
The financiers agree to hack h’m Allan and Rives want him to take charge
of t>'a actual work. Rives accepts Rives goes to the I'ark Club to meet VVit-
ter«teiner a financier. At Columbus Cl - cle news >f the great project is be ng
flashed <>n a screen Thousands are witching it Mrs Allan becomes a lonely
and neglected woman and Is much thrown In the company of Rives Sydney
Wolf, the money power of two continents, plots against Allan and Rives Mrs.
Allan has her suspicions aroused as to t e frierdwship between her husband
and Ethel l.loyd. Rives and Mis. Allan let the wine of love get to their
heads and. before thev know it. they confess their love for each other Tun
nel City's Inhabitants learn something has gone wrong In the lower workings
of ihe great bore An exp’osion and fire have occurred In the tunnel, and
when the workers hear of It defin tely they become a raging mob. surging
about the entrance of the bore Mrs. A ban Is warned rot t<> lesve her home
while the evrliem* nt 1« a’ lt« height Hut she and her child go forth. They
meet a moh of women, frenzied hv t^e disaster, who stone them to death.
Rives was missing in the tunnel and A’lan. his wife child, dearest friend and
6 000 other lives gone, gave In despai- Hut be resolves fo conquer. not be
subdued, by the great project. Gathering a relief train together he hurries
into the tunnel Near the end he eo es to a pile of dead bridles He
finally rescues Rives nearly dead Af er the disaster the tunnel workers, In
terror, strike and the great project 1* stopped Missing the strain of work.
Allan's melancholy returns ami he has'ens to Europe After months of wan
dering he returns and finds Rives out of the hospital, but his memory badly
affected.
Now Go On With the Story.
' (From th« O^rwsn -if B*”Tih«rd K*11 crm»nle
ts #n Copyijjk.ad. una '■* *■
T)S he, Ytrite. Berlin English translation »n«
jCopjnshtad. 1913. by InUmttinnal
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
. thought that you big practical men
I didn’t say more things like that be-
I cause voti were too busy, not because
von couldn't.”
Allan almost blushed and sho
j laughed again.
. “Well ” he said defensively, “If a
| man can dig a tunnel hq ought to be
I able to build a compliment—If ho
nuts his mind on It long enough.”
The Communication.
September
By Nell Brinkley
Copyright, 1913. International New* tVrrire
Criminal Carelessness
BY DOROTHY DIX.
“There Is something else I want to
tell you, Mac,” Rives went on In the
same tone. “About Maud. You know,
she wasn’t very well pleased with you
toward the last.”
Allan met hie glance und nodded
slowly. This was the sane Rives.
“You couldn’t help It,” he went on.
'•You didn’t understand her—and 1
did.”
“You did?” exclaimed Allan.
-Yes—I did. You see, Mac. I loved
her and you never really did love her.
You couldn’t love a woman like Maud
the way she ought to be loved. But
I’m still your friend, Mac.”
Allan was white. The room was
whirling around him.
“But you—Maud?" fie stammered.
“Yes. she knew It. She told me—•
that night. But I’m still vour friend,
Mac. Maud died the next day and I’m
—this! And—and ‘God reveals Him
self in many ways!’ Good-night, old
man.”
She nodded brightly.
"Well, my business this morning
has more to do with tunnels than
compliments. I suppose.”
Allan glanced at her. The lips still
smiled, but there was unmistakable
meaning in the eyes.
“YesY" lie remarked.
Mis* Lloyd glanced about the room.
“No one can hear use?” she asked
She wan still half-laughtng. but he
saw that there was something seri
ous back of It.
“No one.” he assured her lightly.
“I can’t stay hut a minute." She
rose and walked over to hit' desk. He
looked up at her. smiling but puzzled.
She had become very sober.
“Father,” she sald*ln a low tone,
“said this was so important that he
wouldn’t risk writing It to anvbodv.
He also said that one of the signs
that you were a great man was that
you never asked questions when any
one gave you a hint—but acted at
The strike lasted All that summer,
but toward the fall It began to show
signs of breaking. Many of the men
had come back to work, and str ke-
breaker.s were coming In from the
great wheat country to the west,
where the end of the harvest found
many out of employment. The unions
opened negotiations. The panic was
over and Allan was Ju«t beginning to
feel that.all of his troubles were over
for the time when a new and more
menacing storm gathered over his
head. In the mighty and complex
financial structure of the tunnel there
was a faint but ominous era kltng.
The sound of It reached A Ban’s cars
one morning that autumn when he
was going over his mall In his New
York office. It was about 10 o'clock
and he was surprised by the an
nouncement that Miss Lloyd was in
the outer office and requested a few
minutes’ interview at once
"Are you surprised to we me?” she
asked with a smile as he rose to re
ceive her. He pressed her hand In u
cordial grip.
"Not nearly so much as I am de
lighted—and I never was more sur
prised," he replied, smiling down at
her.
The girl clapped her hands in mock
applause.
"Bravo!” she laughed. “I’ve always
GIRLS WHO ARE
PALE, NERVOUS
"Did he?” smiled the engineer; but
there iras no unswering gleam In the
girl's eyes.
"Yes.” she replied, gravely. "He
told me to whisper Just two words to
yon and—here they are”
She leaned over swiftly and then
with r quick nod walked swiftly out
of the office. Allan started as If she
had 'tabbed him. Hls fare turned
red and then white, and he half rose
as If to folk w her Then he sank
hack in his chair, hls face grim and
white. He thought rapidly for a
moment and then rang a hell.
Send Hanson here at once.” he or
dered hls confidential clerk peremp
torily.
R.inson was Wolf's right-hand man.
Wolf was In Europe.
And the two words that Ethel
Lined had whispered were;
"Watch Wolf!”
r
Stock-Jobbery and Suicide.
-\HILO80HHERS have remarked
May Find Help in Mrs.
Elston’s Letter About
Her Daughter.
Burlington. lows —"Lydia E Ptnlf-
harn's Vegeta bis Compound has cured
vtittiiSft’fqrEr- my daughter of
am
weakness. Bile
was troubled al
most a year with
It and complained
of backache, so
that 1 thought she
would be an inva
lid. She was en
tirely run down
pale, nervous and
without appetite.
T was very' much
discouraged. but
heard o' Lydia E Plnkham'. V.getu
ble Compound through front’s and A Clean Up.
now 1 praise It because It has cured
my daughter.”—Mrs. F. M. ELSTON,
R. D. No 3, Burlington, Iowa.
that the possession of money,
beyond an amount necessary to
mini.lv physical wants and sensuous
desires never induces happiness. A
comparatively small amount will do
these things: so that when a man
des res It Is for some other reason
(hen the mere desire to possess II
Sidney Wolf, who, under the syndi
cate's directors, was the financial
master of the tunnel, had In hte back
ground of his private life certain
coarse appetites that ate up large
sum* of monev. but hv no means
d'sposed Of even ha'f of hls yearly In
come. Even If they had. he could
have Increased the Income without
effort or risk.
But he did not have a big capital
He would never have felt the lack, if
his persona! dislike for Allan had not
fathered a dream that finally mas
tered him It began with a little Idea
that he could summon up and put out
of hls mind like the T>j!n in the bot
tle in the Arabian Nights. But one
day the Idea refused to go back Into
the bottle, and then It became an ob
session Sidney Wolf was no longer
satisfied with "pleasures.” He want
ed power.
H > wanted to he another Lloyd. He
wanted to he the real master of the
tunnel enterprise Instead of the ex
ecutive clerk of the real masters. He
knew hls own ability. He knew how
he could handle the Tunnel Compa
ny’s money and make It reap other
monev m miraculous fashion Why
should he not make these huge sums
for himself and slowly become the true
him of Hanson's suicide,
lord of the financial world?
He did not have capital of his own:
but did he not have the enormous
resources of the company at his com
mand? He could speculate on hts own
account, and no one would ever know
the difference. Back of him would be
unlimited resources—or the stock
market would think so, which would
come to the *atne thing.
\ GREAT many of us—and we
ZA are n ot hard-hearted people
either—read with uelight the
other day of a judge who had the
courage to sentence a man to eight
vears in the penitentiary for acci
dentally killiner his friend. It is about
time that somebody railed a halt not
only on the fool who fools with a
gun, but on the other criminally
careless individuals who go on their
devastating way through the world,
breaking hearts and ruining; homes,
and who think they have sufficiently
atoned for the harm they do by say
ing they didn’t intend It.
In all the length and breadth of
contradictory human nature there is
nothing stranger than that we should
take this overly charitable view of
carelessness. The simple testimony
that “he didn’t know the gun was
loaded" has been accepted as a hand
some apology for murder in innumer
able cases. To say we "didn’t think,"
the rest of us regard as a blanket
excuse that we can stretch over all
the lesser crimes in the calendar.
We work It for all that it is worth,
yet in reality it is a plea for pardon
that nobody but an idiot is justified
in putting forth in his own behalf.
A Parallel.
What reason, that anybody ought
to be expected to accept, can an in
telligent human being give for not
thinking? It always reminds me of
a colored philosopher I once knew,
who meted out a stern justice to h«r
offspring, and who was particularly
severe on them when they dared to
offer the excuse, “I didn't think," by
way of a panacea for their short
comings. “Didn’t think, didn’t th'nk,"
she would exclaim, wrathfullv
“whut’s de good in havin’ a thinker
ef you don't wuk it?"
So say we all. brethren and sis
ters—what’s the use?
To take the matter up in its most
; practical aspect is to recognize the
| fact that it is other people’s care-
j lessness that lays our heaviest bur-
| dens upon us. This is especially true
I as regards women, and there isn't a
j mother, and wife, and housekeeper in
Ithe land who doesn’t know that it is
| because her family don't think that
she must slave at a never-ending
job. that has no let-up from year’s
end to year’s end.
Even more to be deplored than this
Is the lack of thought we show in
our conduct to those of our own
household and whose happiness or
misery lies in our hands. I often
think that when the great judgment
day comes for each of us. and we
must answer for the deeds done in
the flesh, we shall not be so appalled
by the one or two great wrongs we
may have committed as by the thou
sand little acts of criminal careless
ness that darken our past.
What, for instance, are those hus
bands going to say who took the
Jewel of a woman’s happiness in their
keeping and then were so careless
that they threw It away? The world
Is full of heart-hungry wives, who
are starving for a little appreciation
a little love, a little prai-'e. We don’t
recognize it as a tragedy because we
are too familiar with it; but there is
really no sight sadder than that of
the woman who spends her life try
ing to please a husband who accepts
her labor without thanks, who passes
over her achievements without com
mendation. and who growls and
grumbles over every mistake.
Another place where we deserve to
do time for our criminal carelessness
is in the way we talk before serv
ants Wo discuss the mopt intimate
matters before them. We hazard
guesses at people’s motives. We re
peat rumors of intrigues We talk as
if the maid who was waiting behind
our cha'r were deaf as the adder of
the Scriptures and dumb as a coffin
nail, instead of being an elongated
ear and a talking machine combined.
Then when a distorted and garbled
report goes forth of some family hap
pening we wonder how on earth It
got out. Perhaps it la not far short
of the truth to say that we are all
the authors* of our own scandals, and
that our own servants are the dis
seminators. They get a word here
and there, and put their own Inter
pretation on it .and the result Is that
reputations are ruined.
Mr. and Mrs. X. discuss family
finances at the table, and Mr. X. re
marks that they can’t afford so and so.
Listening Mary Jane, bringing in the
dinner, picks up a few sentences, and
by the time she has confided what
she thought she heard to Mrs. Jones’
cook, and she has passed it on to
Mrs. Brown’s nurse, allth e world is
aware of a rumor that the X.’s are
toppling on the verge of bankruptcy
and can’t pay their servants. We de
spise the base rumor we call kitchen
gossip, but we listen to it. It makes
and mars characters, and the pity of
the thing is that it Is our own crim
inal carelessness that lays its foun
dations.
Another Sort,
There are also the criminally care
less people who terrorize society with
the malapropos remarks. A forbidden
subject draws them on to their doom
as surely and irresistibly as the mag
net attracts the needle. If there is a
tender spot in your soul they put their
fingers right on it. Let an old maid
be present and they get funny on the
subject of women who are trying to
marry. Is there a divorced person
in the company, wild horses couldn’t
draw them away from a discussion
of marital unhappiness. Has some
body a son who is a black sheep and
who has brought shame and sorrow
on his family, they discourse on for
gery and betrayed trusts and prisons.
Of course, these people always ex
cuse themselves by saying they didn't
think. It should never be accepted.
People who haven't enough brains to
think have no nusiness in society.
They should be locked up in asylums
for the feeble-minded until they learn
enough intelligence to kee^ them fror
wounding other people by their dan
gerous conversation.
For my part. I would prefer to b.
killed by the clean stiletto stab of an
enemy to being kicked to death by <*
donkey, and I would Just as soon have
my feelings hurt, or my vanity wound
ed, by an intentional unkindness a.*
by the blundering stupidity of the
criminally careless who never think.
By MBS. FRANK LEARNED
Author “Etiquette in New York To-day"
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
(Copyright. 1915. by Americaa-Jouraal-Examlner >
A
POETICAL line in the Bible—
“A basket of summer fruit"—
seems of special suggestive-
S EPTEMBER comet along the great green way
That Spring and Summer fashioned for our feet.
And though her face is beautiful and sweet,
Though gracious smiles about her ripe mouth play,
Yet subtle recollections of each day
Of idleness in her large book I meet.
All things achieved how small and incomplete
Beside the boastful promises of May!
Now I berate fair June, who tempted me
With fragrant beds of roses, and as well
Her siren sisters, who were following near;
But most of all I do accuse the sea.
Reach me thine hand, and help me break the spell,
September, matron-mentor of the yearl
reived a second blow, but he was sti'J
convinced of hia power. He enter'd
the arena again and fought with all
of hts skill. He sold up investments
he had made. He went to Europe
and called In every dollar he had ;l
strong hold on. He fenced and struck
with all his old power, but always
some unforeseen act of Providence set
him hack when victory was within
reach. His dream of power was at
least temporarily dead.
He dreamed now only of getting
even in his accounts before the state
ment was demanded of him at the di
rectors’ meeting, the first Tuesday in
January. It was getting along toward
the season of the yellow leaves and
Wolf occasionally felt a moisture on
his body as he thought about the ap
proaching day of reckoning and the
deficit that reached something like
eight millions.
He was in Europe when he decide!
to try cotton again. lie laid plans
and made his moves with all hls oil
skill and then went to hls old Hunga
rian home to see his father. He was
in the midst of this reunion when a
disquieting telegram reached him He
paid’no heed to it. A few hours later
second was delivered and within
“I need a few weeks’ rest," he de
cided. “That’s what’s the matter with
me. I’m going to San Sebastian.”
When he arrived in the warm
south country, he found a telegram
waiting for him.
“Report in New York at once. Im
portant,’’ it commanded, with strange
curtness. It was signed, “Allan."
The day that Wolf received the
telegram was the day after Ethel
Lloyd had whispered those two words
to Allan in his office. Allan had sent
at once for Hanson. He knew that
ltitnson was Wolf’s right-hand man,
but he did not know that Ranson was
the only man that Wolf had trusted
when he began preying on the stock
market for his own pocket.
“Ranson." he said, abruptly, “we
will be resuming work in the tunnel
presently. It is essential that we
know exactly how much cash we can
lay hands on and when. I will want
to go over the books with you, to
gether with representatives of the
board, so that we will all know
where we stand."
Ranson s End.
Spain. He also sent other telegrams
and within an h >ur after the slip of
paper was handed to Wolf in the ho
tel at San Sebastian, the financial
manager of the Tunnel Syndicate was
under the fire of eyes that never left
him until he stepped in at the door
of Allan s private office in the Syndi
cate Building in New York.
But In the days that intervened be
fore-that moment Allan’s experts bad
been busy, and their labors had been
alarmingly fruitful. They disclosed a
series of remarkably ingenious false
entries and manipulations by which a
shortage that might be more than
$10,000,000 had been adroitly covered.
Allan had transcripts, copies and
notes covering these activities on his
desk when Wolf entered
The Interview.
I ness in the vacation days of the sea-
I son. What shall we gather from the
| many opportunities which summer
offers? One basket of summer fruit
i may contain health, pleasure, hap-
! pine8S. Much depends on ourselves
j as to what we may gain or lose.
Our holidays and recreations should
| truly re-create and refresh us. They
• must be wholesome, innocent, simple
if they are to have restorative ef
fects on body and mind. They must
leave no bad taste. They must never
j be unworthy of our high ideals or In
jurious toward others. Recreation
of his nerve and I in its true sense is a duty. Constant-
Summoning all -- —_ . . , . 4 ,
B-rinnint a etirar luantilv in his ''S' we are wearing out and need to be
^ ^ ^ ! made over in body and mind for the
teeth, he hurried to the office as soon , sake o{ the tagk we hava to do If
as he landed, and demanded to see ’ our recreations are of the right sort
Allan immediately. He was told to | they will make life happy and useful.
tt j. The danger In these days Is in con-
wait. He waited fifteen minutes, and j f l pleasure with excitement and
he was mopping hts forehead when he ; makl ^ P plpasure a pursuit. We shall
was finally told that Mr. Allan was |
ready to receive him.
gather nothing that is of value until
... * ,, . . „ .. we free ourselves of that false idea.
"Well, you must be pretty busy! he A b , egfling . throURh life and an added
Allan kept his eyes on the young
the hour he took the train for Lon- man's face. Not so much as an eye-
Caie of Another Girl.
Scanlon, Minn.—"I used to be both
ered with nervous spells, snd would
cry !f anyond was cross fo me. I got
awful weak spells, especially in the
morning and my appetite was poor 1
also had a tender place in mv right
s : de which pained when 1 anv
hard work I took Lvdla K. Pink-
ham's Vegetable Compound and my
symptoms all changed, and I im cer
tainly feeling fine. I recommend It
to every suffering woman or girl. You
may use this letter for the good of
others '*—Miss El.LA OLSON. 171 8th
6t , Virginia. Minn.
Young Girls. Heed This Advice.
Girls who are troubled with painful
or Irregular period#, backache, head
ache. dragglng-down sensations
fainting spel.s or Indigestion should
Immed’ately se#-k restoration to h« h
by taklog; Lydia E. Pink hams
‘i*Me compound.
Just to prove it he ran a corner in
West India cotton and without using
a cent of the syndicate’s money he
cleaned up $9,000,000 in nine months
And now he had tasted blood He
tackled tobacco next, and for the first
lime in his life he made a mistake.
When i he smoke had settled his $9.-
000.000 was gone and he was out $1,-
000 000 that he did not have to his
personal credit at the time.
The loss of the money worried him
not nearly so much as the mistake in
judgment that had caused it, but he
was undeterred. He tried cotton again
the next winter, and cotton was true
to him. By a series of swift strokes
he beat the market two ways and
was again millions to the good.
Then he went into the copper mar
ket. He surrounded it and was just
about to make a killing when his cor
ner went to pieces on the bona fide
discovery of enormous deposits in the
Central African Mountain.- H* #51
attacked in the rear and massacred.
He couldn’t ge r out without borrow
ing some of the syndicate's money.
His confidence in himself had re-
don A third one reached him n
route and for the first time in hi life
he vacillated. He was certain that he
had the cotton market accurately es
timated and vet and yet he had
made a lot of mistakes in the last few
years.
He could get out now' without loss.
If he held on another week, he might
lose more than he had already
dumped into the maw of the market.
For three hours on the train he sat
4ash flickered.
“Will you want to begin to-day,
Mr. Allan?” he asked politely.
Allan was disarmed. "There's no
such hurry as that," he replied. “We’ll
take it up to-morrow morning. You
will be ready then?"
“Certainly,” was the prompt reply.
That night Ranson shot himself.
He didn't know it, but detectives
were watching him until he went to
his rooms that night. They took
pains to see that Allan was notified
The money trickster had planned
his defense. He had plenty of time
coming over. He was filled with
uread when he received Allan’s per
emptory summons, but he rapidly
sketched out his explanation in case
his private activities ,should have
been discovered. No one was on the
real inside but Ranson, and he could
trust Ranson. He was two days out
of New York when the wireless told
The news struck him like a physi- I
cal blow. He was mentally and phys
ically paralyzed for an hour or more.
If Ranson had been driven to th : s I
step, things must be bad. indeed. But |
there was only one thing to do—bluff
it out. He sent * mes
assuming all responsibility
exclaimed, before he was fairly Inside
the door. Allan was looking at some
papers. He glanced up and then down
again.
“This is terrible about Ranson,’*
went on Wolf, coming forward to the
desk. "What on earth was the mat
ter with him?"
Allan raised his eyes and looked at
him. coolly, critically.
“Oh, you’re here, are you, Wolf?” he
i said, quietly. "Sit down.”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
Every Woman
Is Interested and should j
Know about the wonderful i
There was no reply.
, , . , , . , . ,, L»<tiri> Mr iiini .tihiii n a,-' mumtii
and pondered " it ha telegraph “ ,n before even the police or the Coroner
1 .. Ui . V. . « J t ' I hi. oil. . , 1
In his hand. And then he gave orders
to sell.
An hour later he made up his mind
to countermand the order as soon, a5
reached the next station His agents
were cowards, he told himself. This
was hls one chance to recoup. But
when the station was reached he did
not stir. The cold fit had come on
him again and he distrusted his in
stinct. the instinct that had boon his
main guide and that had failed him
i often lately.
Within a week he cursed h ! ms If
| and his agents. The corner which h?
had dropped had passed intj other
hands, who had run it successfully
and stood to win more millions than
he needed to square hls accounts.
Rut he still had a profitable specu
lation in tin. He was already winner
on that. He woulu not m^ke the
i same mistake here, he told himself.
He held on with the result that he
held on too long and was barely able
to break even on the deal He coul 1
have made four millions by selling 43 j
hours earlier.
received word. Allan took steps—ef
fectual steps—to see that the death I
appeared as an “accident" when the
newspapers printed it.
Then he turned his experts loose on
Wolf's private books and at the same |
time sent the telegram that reached 1
the financial manager in the south of !
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minds to know how to see and how
to understand. Golden opportunities
are ours In summer. We can learn
something of the trees and wild flow
ers, the habits of the birds. We can
learn to love the glory of a sunset;
the effect of color In cloud, of land
scape, or on the sea; to look Intelli
gently at the expanse of the heav
ens at night and learn the wonders
of the stars and where to And the
constellations. The universal Igno
rance and Ingratitude In regard to the
stars Is astonishing. Even s slight
acquaintance with these wonders will
give an uplift to the mind; an Inti
mate friendship with them will bring
lasting delight and lift us far, far
above the petty irritations of life. We
may look up and contemplate glorious
beauty and majesty shining by the
very light of God.
Few things are more delightful than
a holiday which has been well earned
by conscientious, earnest work,
bravely done throughout the year. A
complete change In surroundings, In
terests and occupations should be
part of a beneficial holiday. Resting
does not mean idleness or cessation
from activities or companionship.
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