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THE TUNNEL Greatest Story of Its Kind Since Jules Verne th* flirnu* fif Bernhard ReUwrnon German version. Copyrighted. 191|, by Fischer Veria*. Berlin. English tranalatloa i compilation by tOopyTighUd, 1§18, by InternatiMMu New* Sarvito.l TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. Allan was sentenced to the peniten tiary for not more than six years and not less than three years and nine months. It was the heaviest sentence possible, and Allan’s lawyers were dumfounded. though they understood that It had been given under the pres sure of a tremendous hostile public opinion. They at once served notice of appeal, and then there was a by play that was of the greatest import ance, for it injected a sort of humor into the situation. And this was what the situation needed. Ethel Lloyd was in court when sen tence was pronounced. She was sit ting with a friend, and when tlr? Judge’s words reached them the girl lifted up her voice and spoke with ail the emphasis and conviction that characterized her more spirited inter views with her redoubtable father. “It's an outrage—a miscarriage of justice!” she declared. “The courts are afraid of public opinion, and I guess the steamship companies haven’t been asleep.” She made no effort to lower her voice especially, out of consideration for the august presence, and her words were overheard bv a court of ficer. The next instant she was haled before the bar and fined $500 for con tempt of court. Accompanying the fine was a bitter lecture from the judge, which did not improve the lady’s temper. At the instance of an attorney of Allan’s she was allowed until the fol lowing morning to pav^he fine, as she represented that she had no money and could not communicate with her father. Furthermore, she added, th.it she was not certain that she would not rather go to jail than pay the fine. Whereupon the court warned against the perils of a second offense in the way of contempt. The young woman decided over night that she would not pay the fine and sent an insolent message to the judge. He promptly ordered her ar rest. When the officers reached the Lloyd mansion, they were told that she was not at home. After some hours they learned that this was true. The girl had gone on hoard her fa ther’s yacht and put out to sea. Mr. Lloyd tried to appease the outraged jurist. He paid the fine and offered every apology, but the irate judge re fused to unbend until finally the pa pers began to poke fun at him. Then he agreed to accept an apology from the young woman, and with some difficulty her father persuaded her to write one. Out on Bail. Months went by. Allan yielded to the urging of his friends, wan admit ted to ball and accepted It. The Ap pellate Division sustained the ver dict of the lower court, although a minority of one strongly dissented. Public opinion grew calmer and calm er. Industrial conditions, began show ing a marked improvement. Banks were reopened and the business of the world began to resume Its old- time aspect. So there was hardly even surprise and no indignation when the highest court of the State reversed the lower courts and ordered a new trial. The new trial was hardly more than a farce. Allan was acquitted without difficulty. The tide was once more setting in his favor. Newspa pers that had bitterly attacked him before now found some reason for congratulating him on his acquittal. Ethel Lloyd was nearly wild with en thusiasm. But in Allan's mind there was at this time only one thought—solitude. He went to Tunnel City. WOMAN DISPOSES. T HE Tunnel was dead. The sound of the footsteps of an occasional inspector echoed with a hollow, mournful sound up and down the long and empty gal leries. The big electric locomotives stood in silent rows in the engine houses, tended by a few gloomy and taciturn engineers. Occasionally a train ran in and out in a leisurely, indifferent fashion. Only in the great ravine which had caused the ter- rible«explosion was there any sign of real activity. Here the laborers of the Pittsburg company toiled to get out the rich submarine deposits. Tunnel City was deserted. The streets were silent and the dust of months lay on the sidewalks, un marred for miles by a footprint. The air that had quivered and trembled to the clamor of mighty industry was still. The ground no longer trembled under the pound and Jar of monster machinery. Along the wonderful waterfront lay rows of dead steamers. Allan occupied the fifth tioor of the Administration Building. His win dows looked out on a criss-crossed maze of tracks, now rusty and de serted. During the first few weeks of his stay he did not leave the building at all, but busied himself going over his plans. Then he spent weeks in the galleries far down under the bed of the Atlantic. He saw only a very few of his old staff. He talked to practically no one but O’Malley, the young man who had won his spurs that terrible morning when the blast of flame swept through the galleries and all but snuffed Allan's great en terprise. Rives was gone long since. He had bought a farm in Maine and .settled there to spend the remainder of his days. When he had all of the facts at his finger endB; when he had made a complete and minute survey of the whole situation, he went to New York and had a final interview with Lloyd. He had had only a minute or two talk with him the day of his acquit tal, and on that occasion the great financier was hopeful, but non-com mittal. The great man received him in the library of hiR New York home. Ethel was away at the time, a matter which caused her father some regret, he said “She shares with me a great ad miration for you, Mr. Allan.’’ he said, kindly. A LLAN flushed slightly and mum bled some embarrassed reply. There is a saying among law yers which is to the effect that when the Court is unusually complimentary and considerate it is because His Honor wants to ease the sting of the decision which he has already men tally formed against you. Allan sensed Something of the same sort in Mr. Lloyd’s studied kindness. He insisted that Allan come to din ner. and would not hear a word of business until they were sitting over the coffee and cigars in the library. The strain of the past year had told on even Lloyd’s nerves—or, rather, on a man who was popularly supposed to be entirely without nerves. His manner was not quite so phlegmatic and he looked older. “1 have spent several months going over the situation at Tunnel City,” Allan began. Lloyd nodded dneour- igingly. “We understood that you were very busy,” ho s:>id. “I believe Ethel tried to communicate with you once or twice and did not succeed.” “I’m sorry.” apologized the en gineer, “but I left positive orders that I w r as to be ‘incommunicado’ so long as I remained at the works.” “Quite right—quite right,” approved Mr. Lloyd, who could appreciate sin gle-minded devotion to work. “I have been doing a lot of figur ing.” Allan went on. “and I think we can go ahead and make a consider able showing at about one-third of our former operating cost.” The financier carefully fitted the tips of his fingers together and leaned back in his chair. “Yes?” he said. “Yes," declared Allan, with a little more enthusiasm. “By that I mean w r e can give the appearance of activ ity that we had before the smash, do fully half as much actual work, and all for about one-third of our previous monthly budget.” "And we have no money at all,” re marked Mr. Lloyd. “True,” returned Allan warmly, "but surely we can raise some money now' or we will be able to in a few months.” The man of qponey shook his head doubtfully. “I don’t want to take too black a view of the situation.” he said slowly, “but I’m afraid that you do not quite appreciate where we stand." Black Words. “But surely,” objected Allan, “there has been evei*y sign for months and months that public confidence was re turning.” “That is very true,” conceded Lloyd. ‘I am very thankful to be able to see it. I have managed to retrieve most of my personal losses that Is one of the best indications. Public confidence is returning. Confidence Is returning to great business enter prises. It is even returning to us, who were at the head of affairs—but I do not think that confidence In the tunnel is returning.” To Be Continued To-morrow. On Her Way Hy NELL BRINKLEY (Copyright. IMS. by International Ncws*8«r»ire ) © % The Manicure Lady © © By WILLIAM F. KIRK. a I ■ HAD a funny dream last night," said the Head Barber. "I don't ■ usually dream about anything ex cept a horse race, but last night I dreamed that I was in a swell room with a lot of the Four Hundred, and that I was doing the turkey trot with you. I was wondering how either one of us got into such a swell company when I woke up.". "That was one dream that will nevet come true.” said the Manicure Lady. ••You couldn't get me to get up and danco one of them idiot dances like the turkey trot if you held a loaded musket right at my head. I would rather have my head full of bird shot than empty rooms. * "The only good thing about them new dances, George, is that the folks in the asvlums has got some real Joy out of them. They have dances in all the asylums every week, sometimes of. tener, and they let all the Inmates dance I was reading the other day that the crazy folks takes to the new dances Just as natural as a duck takes to water, and I think anything that pleases a poor lunatic is worth some notice, anyhow." ••Do all the nuts like the turkey trot. asked the Head Barber. "Sure they do.” said the Manicure T-ady "Why shouldn't they? They are gait'ed Just right for that kind of dancing Wilfred went to a dance the other night that was gave by some society people in Hapeville. and one of the girls wouldn't dance with him be cause all he could do was the old- fashioned waltz He kind of burned up about it, 1 guess, because when the dance was over and he had went home he wrote a ,.••** about, U» *0*4 «•} the 9» dassw aDOUl 1I1C 1 don’t remember all of It. but I was reading It over after he got it back from the magazine he i sent it to. and part of it went like this: | “On with the dance, but it ain’t the i dance Our grandfathers used to dance. For now the folks do not two-step or j waltz, All they do is to foolishly prance. I could team to turkey trot in a mjnute, But I can not see where there Is any thing In It. « “When 1 saw- them people dancing it. This crowd of so-called society, I blushed because at once I seen They didn’t have no sense of pro priety. Rather than dance them dances new I would die on the ballroom floor And pass up through them skies so blue, To the blessed golden shore." "It is a good thing that didn't get into print, or them society people would sure have felt pretty cheap," said the He ad Barber. "I know it would, but that's the trou-" hie with Wilfred." said the Manicure Lady. "He writes a lot of good ser mons like that, hut none of them ever gets Into print, where the world can see them I think if he was on one of the big newspapers he would do a w-orld of good. He would fire the people to a sense of right, George ' "He would get fired before the peo ple." declared the Head Barber. — WILLIAM F. KIRK. W HEN the soft, tender months of Indian Summer have slip- * ped by—so stealthily, so dreamily—that, drinking deep of their wine, you find the bottom of the cup before you have scarce be gun, Autumn harkens to a stealthy sound—a breath from the North! At the gate of her rustling golden woods she cries. "Who goes there?" And back comes the answer in a frosty, ringing volcC “It Is I—the SPIRIT of WINTER!" And the gold woods tarn to bronze—and thev rustle dryer and dryer, and soor. the ground Is a rout of flying leaves, and the trees are naked. And then the wool of snow blankets the meadows and city streets and the far" Rockies. And the Winter girl comes “bobbing,” skating, sleighing, snowshoeing. skiing, if she is lucky enough to be in Canada or the Alps! Out in my own Rockies, where the snow packs in the deep valleys, where it glazes into ice on the uttermost slopes, where it sweeps from the hom# of the whirlwind and the snowsllde. In mighty toboggan ways fit for a god or a giant, they do not ski. Some day they will. Perhaps when that day comes the Winter girls here will sport the same fetching, sensible, easy rig they wear in Switzerland. Bobsledding would be a better thing titan ii already is if we could do it In th.s—a sweater of a brilliant color. woollen gloves BEHIND CLOSED DOORS One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written knitted and elbow high, a knitted woollen "toque,” a scarf for neck or waist, one pair of woollen stock Ings to the knee, and another pair that, folds in a roll above the ankle, boot* of waterproof leatner. and the best of all, knickers of waterproof cloth. When Winter comes howling across the hills, even if you have to forego the knickers, the rest of it Is a rig wortn trying. Winter is no fun If you aren't comfy and don’t know that you look pretty. XFU. RRi\KLBY By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN. (Copyright, 191.1. by Anna Katharine Green.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “T made a move T am sure I made a move toward the door, but she cried out so earnestly, ‘The roll in my bag the roll, the roll,’ that I turned and rushed for it, and was going to hand it to her when she said; ’It’s for him — Molesworth. Hide it, and, when you can. give it to him.’ “I thrust It between the cushions of the lounge near which I stood. I was all in a daze. The room whirled about me. and I was almost mad. But I man aged to reach her side just as she fell. “ ‘Cover me up,' she murmured. ‘Go down, and let nothing stand in*the way of your marriage. One—of—us—must- be— happy.’ "1 thought all was over, and stood petrified, but she managed to speak again. “ ‘Tell him —Julius—that my last- words were—that he should—Heave you alone in your happiness. That he should—help——’ "The poison had done its work. White I was thinging what folks did in such awful straits, she had suffered her last, and was quite still. "1 seemed to grow calm tn an Instant. She was dead, and she had said with her last breath that I was to go down at the summons, and he married. Could I? I seemed to think I could, but O, the horror of leaving her there with her tell-tale face and open, accusing eyes! That was too dreadful. I must hide this awfol picture of myself some where, but where? Glancing toward the alcove my eyes fell on a heap of cloth ing I had torri down from the closet pegs in my hurry in dressing 1 would bury her under those, and I did Where I got the strength to do it I do not know. But In a few minutes it was done, and I stood up, seemingly alone, in that great chamber of never-to-be- forgotten horrors. “My first act was to listen; my next to look in the mirror. The face I met was colorless and my veil waH so dis arranged I had to take it off and put it on again. While 1 was doing this a knock sounded on the door; the sum mons from my bridegroom had come. “The next thing you will care to hear were my thoughts when that scream was heard. I did not have any. Other wise I should have screamed myself. I was being married to Dr. Cameron, and nothing must interfere with the comple tion of the ceremony. Afterward—but you will let me pass over that. I was in the grasp of terror and only looked for an opportunity to escape and solve the mystery of that scream. For I was sure I heard steps above me. and if this were true, then Genevieve had come to life again, for no one else could be there since I had locked the door when I came out, and had the key concealed in my bosom. “So intent was I upon leaving my post that I had turned partly around •vhen I saw crosing the doorway from the front vestibule, the form and face of a man whose presence at once awok^ in my terrified heart a distinct feeling of hope. They were those of Julius Molesworth. “He was heavily muffled, and his coat collar was drawn up about his ears, hut I knew him at once, and with out stopping to ask what errand had brought him to this fatal spot, I hur ried away from my bridegroom, and accosted the intruder Just as he was about to enter where 1 was. “ ‘Dr. Molesworth ’ I began. "But he had his own word to say. “ ‘Which of you two Is It? Answer af once, for if it Is Genevieve * ‘‘But here I stopped him. " ‘It is not; It Is Mildred. Genevieve Is upstairs—hi the front room —here is the key take it and go in—I will come im mediately.’ ‘‘I forced the key upon him, I pushed him through the crowd; I saw him step his foot upon the stairs, and paused, that we might not be seen going up to gether. When he was at the top 1 tore myself away from the throngh who had seized upon me the minute I stood still, and with laughter and badinage ran up after him. and joined him just as he was stepping forth again from the fatal room. “ ’She is not here,’ he commenced, angrily, but seeing my face he ceased, and I readily drew him back with me into the room. " ‘Oh, Dr. Molesw’orth.’ I shrieked, ae the door shut, ‘save me!’ . >1 “He threw back his coat, stared at me, and said again In a fierce, fiery way: “ ‘Where- is Genevieve?’ “I almost sank on the -ground at his feet. If I had really murdered her I could not have felt more guilty than I did at that minute. / " ’Do not ask me,’ I murmured, ask yourself. You are the man who killed her. She trusted your love ’ "He had me by the arm in a terrible grip. “ ’Show her to me!’ were his words, ‘unless you yourself are she. Are you? he reiterated, looking in my face with something almost like frenzy In his air. ’You have on the bride’s dress, and you are I suppose by this time Mrs. Camer on. but if you are also the woman who promised to marry me ’ ‘I am not. I am the woman who loves Walter Cameron. The woman who loves you lies there.’ And I tore aside the clothing that hid her and showed her poor face to his horrified gaze. " ’She preferred death to robbing me ®f my hopes,’ I said. ‘Though she came back expecting to take my place and marry Dr. Cameron as she had agreed, such despair seized her when she saw me dressed and eager for the ceremony that she seized a bottle of poison which she had concealed in her jewel casket and emptied It at a draught? "He had by this time felt her mN and smelt the poison still lingering on her Ups. ‘Prussic acid,’ he asserted, and roes up in a certain awful self-possession which filled me full of a new horror even while It gave me hope. " ‘She died very quickly.’ I now hast ened to say. ‘I ocnild not have procured help, even If she had given me ths op portunity of doing so. But she did not. She was too anxious that 1 should bene fit by the sacrifice she had made One of us must be happy,’ she insisted, and her last words were Tell Dr. Moles worth he Is not to stand hi the way of your happiness, but herip you.’ "Ah!” came from his Hps at this, and he gave me an unfathomable look. Did he doubt me? Did any suplcion such as you have felt cross his mind? 1 do not think so; if It ever came—and from some hints my husband has given me concerning his after conduct I fear that it ultimately did—it was after he had time to think of the whole matter; otherwise he could scarcely have en- ered Into the situation as he did, or of fered me so freely his aid In the awful emergency In which I found myself. "For. with but the shortest moment given to grief he turned upon me and asked if my secret was still safe and when I told him it was, he said,- shortly: To Be Continued To-morrow. May and June. Obadlah BInks was one of those sentimental idiot* who had allowed his passions to capita*** to the ev*r- Incresuying wil-ee of the mtecdilef- nmker Cupid. To pat It more con cisely, he had fallen in lore. Unfortunately for Obadlah, how ever. it was a case of unrerrulted af fection, for the lady of his ciirrtoe h*.d made it plainly visible from time to time that his attention* were posi tively objectionable. , One day Obadiah turned «rp mk her abode, nothing daunted by his prwvl- ous experience. He was urfusred into the drawing room by her 10-yms-Old brother. Billy. “Is your sister in?” astesd Btnk* nervously. “No,” replied the other, promptly, “she’s just gone out,” “Ah!” sighed the tove-wtrtefeen Binkf\ romantically. “So I am tike the man who went to the cage when ihe bird had flown.” “No, you ain’t,” responded BtDp. “You’re like the month of Jun*.” "Why. how that?” “Because," was the reply time you come May goes oat.” Do You Know— Generous. Grandma—Johnnie, I have discov ered that you have taken .more barley sugar thdn I gave you. Johnnie—Yes. grandma, I’ve been making believe there was another ]i tie boy spending the day with me. Oysters can not live in the Baltic Sea. The reason is that it is not salt enough. They can only live in water that contains at least 37 parts of salt in every 1,000 parts of water. Heads of colleges in British univer sities are variously known as "war dens." “masters,” “principals.’ "rec tors." “provosts.” “presidents,” “deans’’ and “censors.” Hundreds of seabirds killed by the concussion produced by the firing of big guns on warships during practice have recently been washed up on the shores of Argyll. The difference between the tallest and shortest races in the world is 1 foot 8 1-8 inches, and the average heighth of the world's peoples is 5 feet 5 1-2 inches. Deaths in England and Wales due to consumption have decreased in number during the past half century by neatly 60 per cent. Spiders prefer ivy to any other abode. Their eggs are hidden safely during winter behind the thick leaves. The average strength of a woman compared with a man is as 67 to 100. Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. SOMETIMES MOTHERS DON’T KNOW. D ear miss Fairfax; I am 19 years of age and in Love with a young man 22 years old. We are both Swed ish. Can you tell me how 1 can find out if he Idves me, as my mother says he doesn’t? GERDA. I am satisfied that Love is a little secret mothers sometimes are the last tq suspect. For this reason your mo ther's opinion should not distress you. Ff he loves you. he will tell you. Don’t try to force the avowal; don't even put yourself in an expectant at titude. Just go on being his sympa thetic friend, and some time soon. I am sure, he will awaken to tlie real ization that life is not worth while without you. CERTAINLY NOT. Dear Miss Fairfax; I am a young man 29* years old and am deeply in love with a young girl 17 years old, and 1 know my love is returned. I am earning a good -alary and have, no bad habits. 1 have asked this I girl to marry me and she has ac cepted, but do you think the dif ference in our ages is too great? S. W. M. You are not a day too old for her. There is just enough difference to make you more considerate of her and to give her a greater respect for you. HAVE YOU TOLD YOUR FATHER? Dear Miss Fairfax: I am 18 and kept company with a man about six months. I found that he was not the sort of a man I would like, so I did not no th e him any more. We did not have a quarrel. I keep company with another young man now. and if 1 am with iiim, my girl frienus, or alone, he follows me wherever I go. S, B. U. I. A girl’s father, or a brother, Is in position to put an end *o insulting attentions like these. If both are powerless, appeal to the police. 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