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TtTTT TTTMMUT Greafes/ Stor y of Its inn 1 UININlL Kind Since JulesVerne Sep, tern her By Nell Brinkley j Criminal Carelessness BY DOROTHY DIX. Copyright. 1913, Interr*tionel News Service. WHAT HAS CONE BEFORE The story opens with Hives, who is in charge of the technical work ings of the great tunnel from Amer.ra to Germany. on one of the tunnel trains, with Eaermam, an *tn.-er in • karg»- of Main station No. 4 They are traveling at the rare of lift miles an hour. Hives is in love with Maude Allan, wife of Ma ket li ck A at w! « mind lint conceived the great tunnel scheme a ft * - r pang about U'»0 miles under the Atlantic Ocean Hives eets out of the train Suddenly the tunnel seems to hurst There is a frightful explosion Men are flung to death and Hives Is badly wounded. He staffers gh ndlng srnoki realizing that about t,000 men get to Station No 4 Rives finds Baermann holding at hay a wild inob of frantic men who want to climb in a work tra.i .*> >n.ei..sh....ts 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. Lloyd. "The Money Kit g .! tin Hives addresses them, ami 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 ;j 100 miles long The financiers agree to |». k him. Mian and Hives want him to take charge of the actual w ri. Hives acre id- Hives jroes to the Bark Club to meet Wlt- tersteiner. a financier At Columbus Cl tie news of the great project is being flashed on a screen Thousands are watching it. Mrs. Allan becomes a lonely ami neglec woo an and s much thrown in the company of Hives Sydney Wolf, the money power- of two continents, plots against Allan and Hives Mrs. Allan has her suspicions aroused as to the friendsship between her husband and Ethel Lloyd. Hives and Mrs Allan let the wine of love get to their heads and. before they know it. they confess their love for each other Tun nel City's Inhabitants learn something has gone wrong In the lower workings of the great bore An explosion and fire have occurred in the tunnel, ami when the workers hear of it definite^ they become a raging mob. surging about the entrance of the bore Mrs Allan Is warned not to leave her home while the excitement Is at it u hefgl f Rut she and her child go forth. They meet a mob of women, frenzied by the disaster, who stone them to death. Hives was missing in the tunnel and Allan, his wife, child, dearest friend and 5,000 other lives gone, gave In despair But he resolves to conquer not he subdued, by the great project Gathering a relief train together he hurries into the tunnel. Near the end he cones to a pile of dead bodies. He finally rescues Hives nearly dead After the disaster the tunnel workers, in terror, strike and the great project is- stopped. Missing the strain of work, Allan's melancholy returns and he hastens to Europe After months of wan \ dering he returns and finds Hives out of the hospital, hut his memory badly affected. Now Go On With the Story. (From the Oermnn of R^rnhard KeMermanb— Irrn m *erv. n < '..pyrtfch r 1. 1913. Dj *• ';v her Veda*. Berlin English translation sn4 omi list t u u> (Copyrighted. 1013. by International Serf a Service.)- TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. "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 hi- glance and nodded slowly. This was the sane Rives. "You couldn’t help It." he went on. "You didn’t undeistand her—and 1 did.” "You did?” exclaimed Allan. “Yes—I did. You see, Mac, 1 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 J'm still your friend, Mac." Allan was white. The room was whirling around him “But you—Maud?” he stammered. "Yes. she knew it. She told me— that night. Rut I’m still your friend, Mac. Maud died the next day and I'm —this! And—and—‘God reveals Him self in many ways!’ Good-night, old The strike lasted all that summer, but toward the fall it began t<» show signs of breaking. Many of the men had come back to work, and strike breakers 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 <»X bis trouble-* wer§ over for the time when a new and more menacing storm gathered over bis head. In the mighty and complex financial structure of the tunnel there was a faint but ominous crackling. The sound of it reached Allan’s ears one morning that autumn when he was going over his mail 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 orue. "Are you surprised to see me?” she asked with a smile as he rose to re ceive her. He pressed her hand in a cordial grip. “Not nearly so much as I am de lighted—and I never wan more sur prised,” he replied, smiling down at her. The girl clapped her hands in mo< k applause. "Bravo!” she laughed. ‘Tve always GIRLS WHO ABE PALE, NERVOUS May find Help in Mrs. Liston’s Letter About Her Daughter. Burlington. Town "Lydia E Plnlt- bam'b Vegetable Compound hat cured mv daughter of weakness. She 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. I was very much discouraged. but beard of Lydia E. Plnkham's Vegeta ble Compound through friends, and now I praise It because it has cured »ny daughter.”—Mrs. F. M. ELSTON R. D. No. 3. Burlington, Iowa Case of Another Girl. Scanlon. Minn.- "I used to be both ered with nervous spells, and would cry if anyone was cross to me I not awful weak spells especially in the morning, and my appetite was poor 1 also had a tender place in mv right * f de which pained when I did any hard work. I took Lydia E Pink ham's Vegetable Compound an- mv symptoms all changed, and I am cer tainly feeling fine, l recommei it to every suffering woman o girl Yoj «nay use this letter for th# good of others”—Miss ELLA OLSON 171 8th St, Virginia. Mini Young Girls, Heed This Advice. G'rls who are troubled with painful or irregular periods, backache, head ache. dragging-down sensations fainting spells or indigestion .- m ■. immed’ately seek restoration to he h by taking Lydia E. Pinkham's YAc table Compound. thought that you big practical men didn’t say more things like that be cause you were too busy, not because you couldn’t.” Allan almost blushed and she laughed again. "Well,” he said defensively, "if a man can dig a tunnel he ought to be able to build a compliment—if he puts his mind on it long enough.” The Communication. 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. "Yes?” he remarked. Miss Lloyd glanced about the room. “No one can hear use?” she asked She was still half-laughing, but he saw that there was something seri ous back of it. "No one,” he assured her lightly. 1 can’t stay but a minute.” She rose and walked oveF to hb desk. He looked up at her. smiling but puzzled. She had become very sober. “Father,” she said in a low tone, "said this was so Important that he wouldn’t risk writing it to anybody. 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 once." "Did he?” smiled the engineer; but there was no answering gleam in tho girl's eyes. "Yes.” she replied, gravely. “He told me to whisper Just two words to vo'i and—here they are” She leaned over swiftly and then with a quick nod walked swiftly out of the office. Allan started as if she had stabbed him. His face turned red and then white, and he half rose as if to folk \v her. Then he sank back In his chair, his face grim and white. He thought rapidly for a moment and then rang a hell. "Send Hanson here at once," he or dered his confidential clerk peremp- tor'ly. Hanson was Wolf’s right-hand man. Wolf was in Europe. And, the two words that Ethel Llovd had whispered were: "Watch Wolf!” Stock Jobbery and Suicide. I “\HIL030PHERS have remarked that the possession of money, beyond an amount necessary to sunnlv phvsicnl wants and sensuous desires never Induces happiness. A comparatively small amount will do the#< things; so t ha * a hen a man des’res. it b* for some other reason than .the mere desire to possess it. Sidney Wolf. who. under the syndi cate’s directors, was the financial master of the tunnel, had in hte back ground of hi? private life certain coarse appetites that ate up large sums of money, but by no means d ; sposed of even ha’f of his yearly in come. Even if they had. he could have increased the income without ( ffort or risk. But he did not have a big capital. He would never have felt the lack. If bis personal 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 his mind like the Djln 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 be another Lloyd. He wanted to be the real master of the >unnel enterprise instead of the ex ecutive clerk of the real masters. He knew his own ability. He knew how lie could handle the Tunnel Compa ny's money and make it reap other money in 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 bis ow n; but did he not have the enormous resources of the company at his com mand? He could speculate on his own account, and no one would ever know the difference Rack of him would be unlimited resource*—or the stock market would think so, which would come to the same thing A Clean-Up. Just to prove it he ran a corner in West India cotton and without using a cent >f the syndicate’s money he * leaned up $9,000,000 in nine months And now he had tasted blood. He J tackled tobacco next, and for the first time in his life he made a mistake. When the smoke had settled hb $9,- oOO.OOO was gone and he was out $1,- 000,000 that he did not have to his persona* credit at the time. The loss of the money worried him not nearly so much as the mistake in judgment that hud caused it. but he was undeterred. He tried cotton again the next winter, and cotton was true j to him. By a series of swift strokes I he beat the market two ways and j was again millions to the good. Then he went into the copper mar ket. He surrounded it and was Just about toyinake a killing when his cor- I ner went to pieces on the bona fide I discovery of enormous deposits in the i'*entral African Mountains. He was •Harked in the rear and massacred, j He couldn't ge r out w ithout borrow - 1 ing some nr' the syndicate's money. 1 His confidence in himself had re- Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Copyright. 1913, by American-Journal-Examiaer.) S EPTEMBER comes along the great green way That Spring and Summer fashioned for our feet. And though her faee 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 I 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 his power. He enter 'd the arena again and fought with all of his skill. He sold up invesiments he had made. He went to Europe and called in every dollar he had a strong hold on. He fenced and struck with all his old power, but always some unforeseen act of Providence set him back 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 h!m 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. He laid plans and made his moves with all his oil skill and then went to his old Hunga rian home to see his father. He was in the midst of this reunion w hen a disquieting telegram reached him. H** paid no heed to it. A few hours later a second was delivered and within the hour he took the train for Lon 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 yet—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 pnother week, he might lose more than he had already dumped into the maw of the market. For three hours on the train he sat and pondered with a telegraph blank in his hand. And then he gave orders to sell. An hour later he made up his mind to countermand the order as soon a? reached the next station. His agents were cowards, he told himself. This was his 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- j stlnct, the instinct that had been his | main guide and that had failed him • often lately. Within a week he cursed himsdf and his agents. The corner which he j had dropped had passed into other hands, who had run it successfully and stood to win more millions than he needed to square his accounts. Rut he still had a profitable specu lation in tin. Hf was already winner | on that Ho woulo not make th< j 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 could have made four millions by selling 48 hours earlier. “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 curt ness. 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 Hanson was Wolf's right-hand man, but he did not know that Hanson was the only man that Wolf had trusted when he began preying on the stock market for his own pocket. “Hanson,” 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. Allan kept his eyes on the young man’s face. Not so much as an eye lash 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 Hanson 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 before even tfce police or the Coroner received word. Allan took steps—ef fectual steps—to see that the death 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 the financial manager in the south of Funeral Designs and Flowers FOR ALL OCCASIONS. Atlanta Floral Company 455 EAST FAIR STREET. QHiCHESTER S PiLLS THE DIAMOND HBAVD “ [l~ y cars kitewa as Best. Safest. 41 weysRellali* SOLO BV DRUGGISTS EVERYWHFK 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 had 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. The money trickster had planned his defense. He had plenty of time coming over. He was filled with uiead 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 Hanson, and he could trust Hanson. He was two days out of New York when the wireless told The news struck him like a physi cal blow. He was mentally and phys ically paralyzed for an hour or more. If Hanson had been driven to tlrs step, things must be bad. indeed. But there was only one thing to do—bluff it out. He sent i message to Allan assuming all responsibility for Han son. There was no reply. Summoning all of his nerve and gripping a cigar juantily in his teeth, he hurried to the office as soju as he landed, and demanded to see Allan immediately. He was told to wait. He waited fifteen minutes, and he was mopping h*s forehead when he was finally told that Mr. Allan was ready to receive him. “Well, you must be pretty busy!” he exclaimed, before he was fairly inside the door. Allan was looking at some papers. He glanced up and then down again. I "This is terrible about Ranson.'' went on Wolf, coming forward to the desk. "What on earth was the mat ter with him?” Allan ra'sed his eyes and looked at him. coolly, critically. "Oh, you're here, are you. Wolf?” he 9aid, quietly. "Sit down.” To Be Continued To-morrow. Is Interested and should know about the wonderful Whirlieg Douche Askrourdrugglstfor It. If he cannot sup ply t..e MARVEL, accept no other, but send stamp for book. Marvel Co.. 44 E. 23d Sl .N.T. I. IDEA An Opportunity ToMakeM oney iavenrorv men of idru mod .avcnhvc nbjity. ihnulti vnli lo- d * T *•» **»• ®* «V«»C10«, evoei mod pne ofnrad br Itndm, nssaufi* »,rer» — cnr *^ or fn. rvfvra«4. "WH. !lw< Invmon rail. How lo Gnt Your P.lenr and Yner an* other valuable booklet, ni frnn to aa? addraaa. [RANDOLPH & CO. Patent Aftaraey*, G18 “F” Street, N. W WASHINGTON. D. C. A GREAT many of us—and we are not hard-hearted people either—read with delight the other day of a judge who had the courage to sentence a man to eight years in the penitentiary for acci dentally killing his friend. It is about time that somebody called 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 w’e can stretch over all the lesser crimes in the calendar. We w'ork it for all that it is worth, yet in reality it is a plea for pardqn 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 7 , w’ho meted out a stern justice to her 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 think.” she would exclaim. wrathfully, “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 lessness that lays our heaviest bur dens upon us. This is especially true as regards women, and there isn’t a mother, *ind wife, and housekeeper in the 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. 1 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 hapniness 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 prah*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* an1 grumbles over every mistake. Another place where we deserve to do time for our criminal carelessness Is in the nay we talk before serv ants. We discuss the most intimate matters before them. We hazard gue»ses at people’s motives. We re peat rumors of intrigues. We talk as If the maid who was waiting behind our chair 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 is not far short of the truth to say that we are all the author*- 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 w’hal 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 th€-m 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 business in society. They should be locked up in asylums for the feeble-minded until they learn enough intelligence to kee Ti them from wounding other people by their dan gerous conversation. For my part, I would prefer to be killed by the clean stiletto stab of an enemy to being kicked to death by a donkey, and I would just as soon have my feelings hurt, or my vanity wound ed. by an intentional unkindness as by the blundering stupidity of the criminally careless who never think. “A Basket of Summer Fruit” By MRS. FRANK LEARNED. Author “Etiquette in New York To-day” A POETICAL line in the Bible— “A basket of summer fruit”— seems of special suggestive ness in the vacation days of th j sea son. What shall we gather from the many opportunities which summer offers? One basket of summer frui: may contain health, pleasure, hap piness. Much depends on ourselves 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 be unworthy of our high ideals or in jurious toward others. Recreation in its true sense is a duty. Constant ly we are wearing out and need to be made over in body and mind for the sake of the task we have to do. If our recreations are of the right sort they will make life happy and useful. The danger In these days is in con fusing' pleasure with excitement and making pleasure a pursuit. We shall gather nothing that is of value until we free ourselves of that false idea. A blessing through life and an added attraction in character and person ality is in learning how to retain a delight in simple pleasures and in keeping the eager, joyous, unspoileo sweetness of heart which comes from enjoyment in them. A cultivation of the love of nature will help to give us a source of joy and strength unknown to those who do not open their eyes or hearts and 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 dolor 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 find the constellations. The universal igno rance and ingratitude in regard to the stars is astonishing Even a 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. 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