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% One Woman’s % Story By Virginia T. Van De Water. CHAPTER XXXII. M ART FLETCHF.R did not regain her strength as fast as her hus- I band thought she should. He could not understand why the doctor and nurse did not urge her to exert her self, to conquer the waeVness that pos sessed her She was still In bed when the baby was two weeks old and Rert s mother came out to Mlddlesbrook for the day to see her drat grandchild She would not stay overnight, she said, for ahe did not care to "crowd a cottage al ready overfull " If this was meant as a suggestion that Mrs. Danfnrth should have vacated her room during the pres ence of the nurse In the household, Mary did not taka umbrage at It- She had learned to submit to her mother-in- law's remarks, and to believe that back of the rough and brutally frank manner was a kindness that could be depended upon. Therefore the young mother foresaw no unhappiness in the suggestion of Mrs. Fletcher senior that she and her daugh ter-in-law have a private chat on the afternoon of her visit, an hour before time to leave for the return train to New York The baby was sleeping quietly in his cradle, and his paternal grandmother drew a chair close to the side of Mary’s bed. The Invalid smiled almost affectionately. “Good of You to Call.’’ “It is good of your,” she said, “to come out to see the baby and me to day. Early spring out here Is rather cold this year, and the walk from the station Is a muddy one.” “Oh, I didn’t mind that,” returned the older woman. “I wanted to see the baby and I wanted to say something to*y©u. So I will get right down to that now.” Then, without further preface, she in formed her startled daughter-in-law of a matter that had been worrying her— Bert’s mother—lately. She felt that Bert’s wife should be told that three tftnes when Bert had stayed in town all night he had come to his mother’s flat, late in the evening, drunk. “I wouldn't, even for his sake, tell you this before your child was bom,” she said. “Nor would I tell you until now that the love of liquor’s in his blood. At least his father used to love It, hut I watched him and ruled him so that he never gob drunk after I married him And Bert's got to he broke of the habit. It's up to you, his wife, to do it.” The younger woman's wide eyes fixed on the speaker’s face with a look of entreaty that made the unlmpresaiona- bla and austere woman glance away. “What can I do? Please tell me!" she implored. “I am so ignorant—and so anxious!” The appeal to her superior wisdom restored the older woman’s self confi dence, and there was no note of tender ness or pity in the businesslike tones in which she replied. “That's for you to decide. A woman ought to know how to manage a man. I’ll toll you what I mean to do. The next time Bert comes to my place with signs of liquor on him, I’m goin’ to slam the door in his face!” An exclamation of dismay from the shocked listener did n< t move her. /‘No. Mary,” she went on, “there ain’t any use in mincin’ natters with men. When my son don’t act like he should, I don’t act to him as the mother of a good son might act. 1 served my hus band the same way. When he behaved himself, I was pleasant; when he didn’t, I made him pay for it. I advise vou to stir yourself and set to work at Bert. Take my advice and make him afraid to drink.'' She paused, hut the wife made no answer. She felt as if she had not the strength to speak. Her mother-in-law arose “Well, it’s gettln' near train time, and I must be goin'.'' she observed. “I made up my mind that you should have tlje truth and my duty's done.” Rhe moved her chair back, the floor vibrating under her massive tread To the sick woman the room seemed to be floating gradually away; she heard her mother-in-law's voice a long distance oft calling the nurse; she was so tired holding fast that she would let herself glide off for a moment; she was floating off off - First Thought of Baby. She came to herself with a sudden Jolt as if the boat in which she was drifting to the unknown land had come to a stop full against a rock. The Jar was sickening, and she opened her eyes with a gasp Her face was wet ami the strong smell of cologne salts was In her nostrils. The nurse was standing by her on one side, bathing her face; her mother, on the other side of the bed, w’as holding a bottle of salts to her nose Somewhere in the room the baby was crying. Rhe tried to speak, failed, then tried again and whispered: “Give me my baby, please!” Her mother brought the little one to her. And then, for the only time dur ing her illness, the invalid asserted her- ee!f. “I want.” she said distinctly, if weak ly, “to be left alone with my mother and my baby.” The nurse although having no diplo ma from a training school, understood women. She suggested with decision that the astonished mother-in-law leave the room, fortifying her commands with the reminder—“1 have my orders from the doctor that Mrs. Fletcher shall be kept quiet, and I am answerable to him.” Down stairs Bert Fletcher’s mother hurried away to catch her train back to town, bidding the nurse a brusque “good afternoon In the darkened room upstairs. Mary, too tired to think, fell asleep, her baby close against her heart, her mother within reach of her hand. For a peace ful hour Bert Fletcher's wife forgot the domination of his overpowering and crushing personality. C ^ r ~ —r* sc Jl. wMm 1 (Ffom th« 0«rm*n of B*nih*rd #J«rrr*D ier*ion Copyrighted * f^nrhvT Vwrits Bwrlln. hufh.ih translation an« r«uniilation bj \a (CopjrrifbUd. 1»1S. by IstarnatioaaJ TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. When the first of these started downtown to the Syndicate Building, the newsboys were crying extras in the street: “All about the **uicide of Sidney Wolf!” The sound came up to Allan, where he pared his office and awaited the coming of the directors. And before his eyes was the picture of Wolf’s ashy and flabby face as he had last seen it. With it t^cre came over him for the second time that momentary lack of confidence In himself—when he felt that the monster ha had created, that had crushed out the livea of thousands, was surely crushing out his own. ‘The tunnel—the tunnel!” he said to himself over and over again, now- in despair and now In grim determi nation. It would take many, many years now'—more probably than he would live. Would It ever survive this blow? He wasted no time on self-reproach. If he had handled Wolf differently, this ntroke might have been averted, but it was too late to think of that now. There was barely time to de vise hasty and shaky props and pray that they might uphold the tottering financial structure of the great enter prise and not bring down the finan cial world in one common ruin. He knew what would happen when the Stock Exchange opened the next morning. One thing only could head off a terrible onslaught and that would be a wholesome financial statement from the Syndicate that would bear the X-ray. And he did not see''how this was poi-iMible. Their cash had been short even be fore Wolf’s peculations. In any case they would have had to evade many obligations at the first of the year in the shape of Interest on their invest ments. It might have been possible to glosis the statement over, but with the double suicide and the loss of the money—the cash—he did not see how they could be saved. * Nothing but a probe-proof balance sheet of their financial standing would enable pub lic confidence to support them, and this was impossible. A Stormy Session. The directors* meeting lasted all night, hut they were not the only sleepless ones. In all that city at least one man in five had some finan cial Interest, direct or otherwise, wrapped up in the great tunnel. And the head of the tunnel finances and his assistant had both killed them selves w ithin a week. It was a stormy and grinding ses sion in the directors’ room, but when the Stock Exchange opened they had a statement ready. Thousands had hoped for a bold, reussuring an nouncement of the company’s healthy financial condition. The directors did their best to give it to them, but the statement, as made public, fell far short of that mark. And then came the deluge. The first wave that struck the mar ket was an overwhelming flood of the ten-dollar certificates—“the work ingman’s stock.” In less than an hour they had dropped from par to $6. Before noon four smaller banks sus pended payment—and then the real storm broke. The big banks—the Lloyd National, the American Gold Bank and the House of Manton—closely allied and identified with the Tunnel, met the first stock, but could not turn back the rush. The panic spread, as all panics do, and banks only remotely Interested in the Tunnel, big, substan tial financial forts, began to crumble to pieces. When night came New York had passed through the worst day in its financial history. That black day of the panic in 1907 was a trifle. The next morning call money was quoted at 165, and this was a bit of grim humor. It was practically im- posible to borrow a thousand dollars in rash in New York at any figure. This is the situation. Allan was told by young Morton, who had hasti ly been thrown into the chair left by the suicides of Ranson and Wolff. “By HOOII to-day there will be scarcely a bank with open doors in the United States and darned few in Europe.” The two men were sitting in Allan's office far above the noises of the waking day in the street below’. They had been there all night. Allan was drinking mineral water by the bottle in constant little sips; he nodded to show that he understood. ' Wittersteiner and his friends are backing the Bank of New York City,” went on Morton. "They are backing it to the limit of their powers. They may be able to keep the doors open and meet obligations—but that's all. Our own bank can’t possibly hold up unless Mr. Lloyd gets behind it with every cent of hi* personal fortune The New World National is getting help from the Bank of London, but every other European bank threw up breastworks at the first gun. By the times the continental bourses open to-day there won’t be a nickel in sight for anybody.” “Then there isn’t anything we can do about it?” Allan asked quietly. “Nothin*—but pray for a miracle,” was the g+im response. No Answer. A6 nearly as he had ever done sine* boyhood Allan prayed and prayed hard for this miracle. But the prayer was unanswered. Within three days the full weight of the crash descended on the business world and the five continents echoed with the roar of collapsing companies Every new day brought its new roll <380 as a last resort when a terrible ally came to their aid. No one ever knew how It happened. A dropped match or cigarette in the debris of the wrecked ground floor may have started it. Out of the de serted counting room into the hall and up the stairs came a long tendril of black smoke. The Syndicate Building was in flames! THE PARIAH. A LLAN, with the directors of the Syndicate, held a meeting two days after the fire. Their build ing was destroyed and with the build ing many valuable papers and rec ords. The greater part of these were preserved in the fireproof safes, but an appalling number of these vaults had been left open in the panic. It was a quiet meeting. The dull weight of despair hung over these men who had toiled for years and toiled in vain to achieve the greatest history of the HERE’S the ice pick?” in quired the ordinary man, coming upstairs from the basement and hunting languidly In the tool drawer. “Isn’t It in the drawer?” Hts wife | came across the room to help him hunt. "Not there? Isn’t that strange? I was sure It was there!” “Strange!” The ordinary man’s tone was scornful. “Strange!” He shut the drawer with a bang. "If I’ve bought one ice pick, I’ve bought fifty! If I want to have a thing in this house where I can find It when I want it I’ve got to keep it chained in my pocket with my keys! I never heard of another house like it!” He put his hands into his pockets and strode up and down the kilchen as he talked. "Here’s the ice melting and nothing to chip it with—and hotter than fury! I suppose you never dreamed that we’d need iced drinks this weather. An ordinary woman w r ould have seen to it that that ice pick was somewhere where it would be handy! But your mind la wandering off Borne where. The Complaint. “It’s the same way with every tor mented thing around thie ranch I** stormed the ordinary man. “ast win ter could I ever find the hathet when I wanted it? No! Hatchet after hatohet I brought home, and yet as soon as I needed one there was not one to be undertaking in the , . — —, — world. They now faced a ! found! You let the children play with them or sell them for brooms, I sup- By the time the continental bourses open to-day there won’t be a nickel in sight for anybody. AN IDEAL TRIP FOR SEPTEMBER. The Warm Springs Hotel will remain open until Sep tember 15, and those who are acquainted with this famous watering place will find it ready and anxious to serve them with the best the country affords. This is iust the season to eniov Funeral Designs and Flowers « " . ~ " m B A I I AOr A C IOMC the baths and the beautiful j ntry surroundings. I FOR ALL OCCASIONS. Atlanta Floral Company 455 EAfT FAIR STREET. of commercial victims and then was added an «ver-increasing and more sinister lls*t. Ranson and Wolf were not the only victims. Every hour brought its report of insanity and suicide and murder. One New York paper which had fought the tunnel from the first, ran a black-bordered list of the victims every day under this line: “What the Tunnel swallowed to day!” And in the list were bankers and brokers and merchants and manufac turers and women aqd little children —hundreds upon hundreds. But it was not this that affected the Money Kings. The financial body of the world had received a ripping wound and was in danger of bleeding to death. The wheels of the world s commerce, lacking the lubricant of cash, were slowly coming to a full stop. Factory fires were drawn and mines were closed. No manufacturer in the world worked his plant on fuel time. Millions were thrown out of employment. Thousands of employ ers were forced to reduce wag »s, strike and riot followed. Industry was paralyzed. In, Great Britain the industrial world actually came to a full stop for the first time In history. For there a general strike was de clared. In the* other big producing countries conditions were little better. Steamers with cold funnels were warped to the wharves of the great seaports in long lines. In many part* of the world the railroads were even without oil for fuel. The more pop ulated countries, only those that de pended on water power, could oper ate with anything like certainty. What One Man Did. And the toll of blood grew. West phalia was in open revolution, and the machine Runs were working. There^ had been a pitched battle between strikers and regular troops In the suburbs of Liverpool. Crime statlstl- tics leaped upward in bounds and food for millions rotted at wharves and railway stations while hundreds of thousands were In want. A specter of general revolution, of world-wide conflict of labor and capi tal, stalked tbs earth. But through It all the Tunnel Company held up its head. It was weak and tottery, but It was ^here. And this was the work of one man —Lloyd. When It became evident that the company must be engulfed in the gen eral ruin unless heroic measures coul t serve It, Allan went to Lloyd's house and sat up all night with the aged^but still mentally alert financier. At 10 the next morning a conference of Un loading bankers and financiers of the country, representatives of the great European houses, and the directors of the Tunnel Syndicate was held In the company's offices. And for the first time time In more than a decade the great "L' appeared in person. There was a dead silence when he rose to address the meeting. Spar- amt slender. In a black frock coat, with his yellow--skinned, hairless, vul ture head rising above the white linen of collar and tie. hts heavy-lldded eyes blinking about the room as he slowly turned his head from side to side, there w-as a suggestion of rep tilian strength, like the languid coll ing of a cobra, that awed even these masters of men and money. At hts firs; words a thrill ran through the little gathering. “The Syndicate must not fail!” he said. The words were spoken slowly and with measured distinctness that gave them a remarkable impressive ness. "The industrial situation In the world to-day is bad enough with out this final catastrophe. If we per mit the Syndicate to fall—if we do not meet our obligations on the sec ond day of January—no man can say what will follow." He paused for a few moments. The hush was almost painful. "Ihe niiyAUvu lo-duy is the worst WHAT HAS GONE. ElEFORE The story opens with Rives, who is In cv harire of the technical work ings of the great tunnel from America to /Germany, on one of the tunnel trains, with Baermann, an engineer, In change 01! Main Station No. 4. They are traveling at the rate of 118 miles ai\l hour. Rives is in love with Maude Allan, wife of Mackendrick Allan, 'whose mind first conceived the great tunnel scheme. After going about 250 miles under the Atlantic Ocean Hives gets out of the train. Suddenly the uu^unel seems to burst. There is a frightful explosion. Men are flung to death an- I Rives is badly wounded. He staggers through the blinding smoke, realiz Jng that about 3.000 men have probably perished. He and other survlv t>rs get to Station No. 4. Rives finds Baermann holding at bay a wild mob 1 of frantic men who want to climb on a work train, {somebody shoots Baern*. bn, and the train slides out. The scene is then changed to the roof of the Hot fef Atlantic. The greatest financiers of the country are gathered there i i Jt a summons from C. H. Lloyd. “The Money King ” John Rives address < * them, and introduces Al lan. Mrs. Allan and Ethel Lloyd, daughter oft the financier, are also pres ent. Allan tells the company of his project for rft tunnel 3,100 miles long. The financiers agree to back him. Allan and Rivi *s want him to take charge of the actual work. Rives accepts. Rives goes to the Park Club to meet Wit tersteiner. a financier. At Columbus Circle news <j.t the great project is being flashed on a screen. Thousands are watching it. Mrs. Allan becomes a lonely and neglected woman and Is much thrown in the I co\npany of Rives. Sydney Wolf, the money pov^er of two continents, plots a gaitnst Allan and Rives. Mrs. Allan has her suspicions aroused as to the friend*ship between her husband and Ethel Lloyd. Rives and Mrs Allan let thteof love get to their heads and, before they know it, they confess their I ove for each other. Tun nel City’s Inhabitants learn something has gone wfoiog in the lower workings of the great bore. An explosion and fire have occurred In the tunnel, and when the workers hear of it definitely they beconn ■ a raging mob. surging about the entrance of the bore. Mrs. Allan is warbe<l not to leave her home while the excitement is at its height. But she and! her child go forth. They meet a mob of women, frenzied by the disaster,! w ho stone them to death. Rives was missing in the tunnel and Allan, his wlfijb child, dearest friend and 5.000 other lives gone, gave way to despair. But he r-esplves to conquer, not be subdued, by the great project. Gathering a relief t.fain together he hurries into the tunnel. Near the end he comes to a fl>lle' of dead bodies. He finally rescues Rives nearly dead. After the disaihter the tunnel workers, in terror, strike and the great project Is stopped. lvlisMing the strain of work, Allan's melancholy returns and he hastens to EurgUv*' After months of wan- derihg he returns and finds Rives out of the hospftital, but his memory badly affected Allan’s senses swim when Rives, in a si\ ne moment, tells h/irA he loved Maude, that Allan didn’t. The strike ends ti\ ien Ethel brings tire dis heartening message from her father, "Watch Wolf,'"' financial master oif the tunnel, who is in Europe. Wolf has speculated and lost $10,000,000 of tunnel funds. Allan asks Ransour, Wolf's right hand mac. for an accounting at once. Ransour kills himself. Wolf is summoned home ai* i before Allan. He prom ises restitution, but is "fired” out bodily. He decid es to flee to Canada, but is trailed by detectives and finally commits suicide under a subway train. Now Go On With the S tory. that the world of business has ever faced," he went on. ''But we must not forget that it Is our duty to see that this black time does not grow blacker. If we fail in this crisis the industry of the world may be thrown back half a century. We must not fall!” Again he paused. No one stirred. The slowly blinking eyes moved around the circle and the Master spoke again. "Bad as Is the situation. It could be worse The failure of the Syndi cate is ail that could make it worse, and there Is no need that the Syndi cate fall. If we proceed with wisdom and courage we can save the Indus trial wor d from further disaster. We are the < curt ot the last appeal in the world of business That world that we have governed now looks to us for help. I say again, we must not fail! "So much for our duty—so much for our aim. It now remains to de vise ways and means. It is not my Intention to go Into details. I can leave that to the younger men who are in immediate command. But we must loose their hands—we must fill their ammunition boxes. The general strike has worn itself out. This was inevitable. The strike could not suc ceed because capital was as power less as labor. Not capital," he cor rected hiselt, “but the field marshals of capital, the leaders of business, were crippled by an Inadequate com missary. "At all cost to ourselves we must release the cash of the world. We must make sacrifices—big sacrifices. In the years to come we will make it all up again. But to-day we must make the sacrifices that the situation demands. "The vital point is the necessity that the Syndicate pay every cent of interest on Its loans on the second day of January. We must stop at nothing to attain that end. "I have spoken of this as a duty. It is more than that. It is a measure of self-preservation. To that end 1 pledge every cent of my private for tune. every' security I hold that will raise cash at any figure. Also I pledge every dollar that the banks now under my control can raise by any means in their power. "i wish to impress ou you why J am doing thijts. Leaving our concep tions of duti r aside, If the Syndicate fails there \wlll be no private fortunes for us anywhere In the world, The red ruin of tf evolution will eng ulf us all!” “THE SECOND OF JAN UARY.” F OR weed ts the papers of New York a nd the other big cities of the wM.»rld had been pointing encouraging reports of the financial rehabilitation of the Atlantic 7'unnel Syndicate, is’ew Year’s Day was a subdued holWj lay in New York. There was a tense, feeling throughout the city. The lxpt^ls were crowdeil and even the lodjjgjng houses of this poor held more tfcjian their usual quota of guests. •'/ The SyndH ’ate had announced that it would without fail meet eveiry ob ligation on tl le morning of January 2, but there w« re hundreds of thousands of panic-co* ed men who wouid not believe until the money was i;n their hands. For the flurther strengthening of public confialience the announcement had been made that, wherever de sired. the pji./yment of interest in sums up to $100 rvould be made in ash at the Syndicate building. All sums be yond that ould be paid in chuck and the four bij ggest banks in Ne/w York printed ad\ ertisements in all the pa pers declar ing that they would cash any and checks of the A. T. S. The nighU of January 1 was bitter cold. The thermometer hovered around the. /bulb, and there wiae a fine sifting sna iv. hard as sand, that whirled dew vn between the td.ll build ings and *cut the face like bits of glass. But. in spite of those un friendly s^ghs, hundreds begnn gath ering in friont of the Syndicate build ing shortt y after 1 o’clock in the morning. .It was announced that pay ment wouf d begin sharp at 9. All nighi long the crowd gr**w, and when the doors were flnalTfy swung back the newspaper report ers esti mated thtit 30,000 men and women were manned about the greHt build ing. And with a roar the g reat flood sucked in at one point and the build ing began swallowing then’, at the rate of hi indreds to the mi pute. Xtuude f he iMlM Ulieis yv/ere tit- j tioned at little windows behind long partitions. Bfetween these partitions the horde surged, dozens of special police striving to keep some sem blance of order. Long lines were roughly formed against each little window and the human automatons behind the little brass rods dealt out money as fast as their nimble fingers would work. For more than two hours they worked without interrup tion, but the crowd outside was hard ly noticeably diminished. They were only more closely packed and covered less street space. Suddenly there was an interrup tion. You are to remember that the stock certificates ran from $10 up and the Syndicate was paying only in terest; so that an immense amount of small money was required. Three of the tellers were compelled to close their windows to go for more money. Instantly there was congestion on the floor. The long lines that had been formed against these windows— men and women, pushing and strain ing eagerly—were suddenly stepped. Th'e word was passed baric that the windows were closed temporarily, as the tellers had run short of change. In transit the rhessage was badly al tered. When it reached the end of the lines and came to the crowd out side it was to the effect that the money was running short and they were closing the windows. The mob surged and heaved down into the doorway in an irresistible mass. The pressure on the lines in creased until they were broken and crushed in. Those that held places nearest the windows clung to the railings and partitions, fearful of be ing pushed on past before they could get their money. There were curses and screams, straining amf' pushing and fighting, and then one great red-fisted man smashed a glass partition and bel lowed for his money. “I’ve got $300 worth of certificates here and I want my $300!” he roared. "You can’t get it!” snapped a dis tracted teller. “You know that you can’t get anything but the interest.” No one has ever pretended to ana lyze the psychology of a mob. Every man and woman within the sound of the teller’s voice knew, and had known for months and years, that he was stating a perfectly well-known fact. But the effect was much the same as if he declared that they could not get the Interest. With a howl of rage they swept forward and the partition began to sag and crackle. Hundreds were now fighting to get out of the press. They didn’t want their money. They want ed their lives. Suddenly a partition gave way and the mob, like a river breaking through a lesoie, swept in among the desks and tables of the offices. The clerks and tellers seized their packages of bills and money boxes and threw them into the vaults in the twinkling of an ej v e. but quick as they were some were caught in the rush and money was strewn all over the floor. This was the last touch. It was pandemonium. fifteen years of wasted effort and millions upon millions of wastec. money. , „ 1A .. For at last even the indomitable Allan had given up. He looked thin and world-weary, and his gray hair had turned almost white. If I could see the slightest hope ahead I would advise that we hold on in spite of everything,” he said. "But T begin to believe that Fate it self Is against us. It is not so much the actual damage that the fire did. This is a wicked and unexpected blow, but we might even survive that. But the most sensible men in the country have become superstitious about the tunnel. Thev shrink away from you at the bare mention of it. It is im possible. now or in the immediate fu ture, to regain public confidence, and without that we are lost. I do not see anything for it but voluntary bankruptcy.” . This was the end The next day the insolvent Syndicat'e was an nounced, and the world stood still. That night a menacing mob gath ered in the lobby of the Park Hotel, where Allan was living. Asked to Leave. The manager, pale-faced and apol ogetic. asked “if ho^vould mind leav ing, for a time at least.” Allan smiled understanding^. Not at all,” he said. He telephoned to another hotel ann an(5 . engaged apartments. The next night the same performance was repeated. Allan found it convenient to leave New York. He thought of going to Tunnel City, but young O’Malley, who in temporary charge, advised pose! But as far as putting them away in any regular place and remembering the spot over night—why, Td drop dead if you ever suggested such a marveii “Could I And the garden rake thl* spring? No! I had to go down and buy out the hardware store after I’d laid in a whole new outfit last summer!'* “Why,” interrupted his wife, ‘*you know yourself that you lent your gar den outfit to Mr. Daniels and he carried them away when he moved and “Yes, and you expected me to come from the office and hang around when Daniels moved, to see that he didn't carry off my property! Hang It! Why don't you watch out for a few things! WTiy don't you keep your eyes open! You seem to think I am solely responsi ble for things about this place! I don’t know who is responsible If it isn't youl You ought to see the place father had at home. There was the tool shed and It ” “Yes. a big tool shed—and who took care of it? I heard your father aay that he passed all his leisure time In that shed. And your mother said she never had to think of repairs—your father was so good about remembering everything. He kept all her knives sharpened against It. He said they were sitting on a magazine there, and the appear- , ™ Rptraetnp ance of Allan might precipitate an ex- I lne Iteiracton plosion. He went to Buffalo, the city where he had first begun the mfinufacture of Allanite, the diamond steel that had made the tunnel possible! But here too, he was threatened with vio lence and his property, mortgaged to the hilt, was marked for destruction if he remained. He tried to bury himself in Chi cago, but he was too well known to remain long concealed. And the same persecution followed him there. Hold ing himself guiltless of all crime, Al lan found himself an outlaw. The man who had been decorated by sov ereigns, honored by the greatest sci entific societies and hailed as one ot the world's greatest men was hunted with curses and revillngs up and down the world. Even the friendliest of the news papers at last turned against him. So did many of the old directors. They saw a chance to make capital of the persecution. If Allan could he made the scapegoat, if the entire blame for the failure could be heaped upon him. there might still be a chance to rehabilitate the company. But the campaign lost force gradu ally from laek of material, and final ly Allan received his first word from the Lloyds. To do them Justice, this was no fault of theirs—that they had not found him out. He had simply disappeared. At last a note from Ethel came to h1s hand. He was a guest for a few days at Vanderstyfft’s country place at the time. The Note. "I suppose you think I ought to hang around home sharpening knives, when I can get a man for half a dollar to sharpen all we ever owned! It shows how much you think of my business ability. Tou can’t appreciate my work.” Allan in Danger. In the midst of the uproar some leather-lunged madman yelled for Allan. The next instant the mob in side find outside the building had taken up the cry and a torrent headed for the stairs. The elevator runners had abandoned their posts at the first sign of trouble. At the tenth floor they were stopped by a solid mass of special police that had been gathered from the upper floors. The police gave ground slow ly. as the pressure in front of them increased. They argued and threat ened, but without avail. They had been instructed not to use violence excepting in self-defense or to pro tect the lives of others. FinaMv the police were backed up to the twelfth floor, and the long, black snake qtf humanity wound down beneath them until it mingled with the press in the street. The officers “My dear Mr. Allan,” It ran, “papa suggests that I ask you to go to our farm, Turtle River, in Manitoba, and stay there as long as you like. Father may be able to join you. In any casa he would like to have you feel that you are his guest for as lone as you care to remain. I can recommend trie trout fishing—also the horses. We will certainly be there within a few months if you care to remain that long. You will he glad to know' that New York has calmed down to a very marked extent and father sees many hopeful signs for the future. “Cordially yours. “ETHEL LLOYD.” To Be Continued Monday. Not Slow. A reverend gentleman was address ing a school class recently, and was trying to enforce the doctrine that the hearts of the little ones were sin ful and needed regulating. Taking out his watch and holding it up he said: "Now. here is my watch: suppose it doesn't keep good time—now goes too fast and now too slow. What shall I do with it?” "Sell it!" shouted a small young ster. Not the Right Angle. A professor of art, whose absence of mind is remarkable, recently had occa sion to use a cab. Looking round, he espied one coming In his direction, drawn by a miserable specimen of horse flesh. 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