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SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS INSTALMENTS.
sanford Marvin, a wealthy manufacturer
of automobiles, has worn himself out by
overwork. His son, Harry, and his adopted
daughter, Pauline, love each other, but she
wants two years of thrilling €xperiences sce
ing life before marrying. Her reason Is that
she Is ambitious to be a writer. Old Mr.
Marvin asks to see what she has written.
While Pauline and Harry are in search of a
magazine containing her story Mr. Marvin
cpens the case of a mummy which has just
arrived from Egypt. Raymond Owen, his
rascally private secretary, helps lift off the
front of the case, but, leaves the old man to
remove the mummy's bandages alone. Mr.
Marvin, during a fainting spell, seces the
half-exposed mummy come to life, step out
of her case, take a braceiet from her wrisi
and try to force It into his nerveless grasp
Written by Charles Goddard
The Distinguished Playwright.
Continued from Last Sunday.
. CHAPTER XIX,
Copyrigit, 1914, by tthe Star Company.
% Alf Foreign Rights Reserved.
HERK,” said Harry, as he helped
“ I Paukine out of his runabout at
thwe Marvin gate, “that's what I
call adventure. We have braved the perils
of the city streets; we hawe felt the thrill
of companionsghip in danger, the mystery of
romance, the- exhilaration of’'——
“Presh air. Yes, I know,” gald Pauline
“your senseqof excitement, dear brother,
frightens me. Promise mecyou will mkg no
more risks.”
“Risks? What else is there in a man's
life with you‘\trying to get hurt a new way
every other minute?”
“But haven't’ | promised to let you man
age the next adventure? “Ah,” she
mocked, pausing and looking down at him
from the top of the steps, “] can see what
{t will be like. Witk an armed bodyguard
1 shall bear a banmer marked “Safe and
gane” from the front.door to the library.”
“And there might be safer things to do
than just that,” repled Harry, as he opened
the door to glimpse: the sflently retreating
form of Owen downthe hall.
“Alwavs watching,salways watching,” he
muttered.
“Well, it was Owen:to Devil’s Island with
me—not you."”
“Oh, didn’t 17" demanded Harry, with a
¢ivid mental picture of the voyage on the
raft.
“But you didn’t save me. You watched
me fly away in an airship that was on fire
and all you did was to run after me in boats
and automobiles and things and bring me
home—after I had saved myself. Really, 1
think Owen might plant a better adventure
than you.”
“Really, 1 think he usually does,” said
Harry with bitter meaning,
“If you don't suggest something right
away, I'm going to ask Owen to do it.”
“1 have thought of something--something
[nteresting and worth writing about.”
“A camp meeting or a ride in a swan
boat ™
“A ride in a smuggler's boat—a real smug
gler running a pirate crew right out of New
York. How does that strike you?”
“Harry! Do you mean {t? A modern smug
gler, who kills custom inspectors with ons
hand and appraises Parisian models with
the other?”
“About that-—but the pledge is that yon
don't tell any one. This is a little brother
and sister affair-—no eavesdropping secre
taries in it. Do you agree?”
“Of courge, but you must hurry.”
They had passed through the door of the
library, and Owen, listening outside, smiled
the bevenolent smile that even licks dis
trusted.
But Hicks did not insist on trusting or
being trusted by his versatile eraplover. It
was sufficient that Owen paid well for dan
gerous services. He was therefore pleased
that afternoon on sauntering into the old
West Side rendezvous to receive from the
barman a cryptic message which sounded
like advice on market conditions, but was
really an order to get to the first telephone
and ring up Owen.
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while her lips whisper a strange message
from the remote past.
Restored to consciousness by Harry and
Pauline, the old man believes it to be a
dream until later he finds the Identical
bracelet on the mummy’s skeleton wrist. He
promises Pauline one year to sce life, and
places her in the guardianship of Owen. A
final heart attack gives him just time to
write on the doctor's prescription blank a
brief will. Then he dies. A lawyer tells
Owen that he would have permanent charge
of Pauline’s estate if something should hap
pen to her before marriage. Hicks, a race
track man, and Owen, conspire to kill Pau
liine. The preceding chapters have dealt
with the many efforts of the two to accom
plish this.
In Pauline’'s latest adventcre she casts her
ot with smugglers under the domination of
the plotters. The Instaiment that follows
deals with the piot. ;
As the result of the gubsequent falk
sver the wire, Mr. Hicks made a hurried
trip to one of his favorite watermg places—
the ¥Krie Basin. Among the popular shore
nateis he met old friendd and made new
ones.
The next morning, while Harry Marvin
was bidding Pauline good-by on his way to
business, Mr. Hicks was greeting by appoint
ment four gentlemen of the leisure class
that frequents the squalid water-front
“Don’t forget my smugglers,” admonished
Pauline. “When do we start?”
“I can't say exactly,” Harry replied. “You
must be ready to leave at any time and
under any circumstances. We may get the
secret message next week or this morning
~-] can’t tell. Good-by.”
As he opened the door a gust of wind
swept his coat about him and made him
grip his hat.
“Hope it lisn't this morning.” he ex
claimed. “It's no weather for a sail.”
When he had gone, Paniine went to the
window of the drawing room and looked out
upon the swaying wind-lashed trees of the
park and the gray drizzle that fogged the
air. . . . Her gaze was wistful. She
quite disagreed with Harry. To her this
day of evil omen in the midst of Summer
seemed ideal for adventure. in the storiss
of adventure there was always a convenient
thunder storm to shroud and yet luridly
{llumine the principal murder.
She did not know that in another room
jear by the watchful Owen was doing pre
:isely the same thing. Only the restless
ress of Owen seemed to have a definite
meaning. He paced the room nervously at
intervals, and always returned to the win
low.
He seemed to be waiting for something.
So* did Pauline.
He seemed to know what he was wait
mg for. Paunline did not; she knew but
vagne surmises and fascinating dreams. She
sat down and iried again to work.
The listless click of the typewriter keys
’cached the ears of Owen, who smiled even
in his excited suspense.
“She will have another story to write to
morrow, perhaps,” he muttered. Then, as
his eyes turned again to the window, he
added between grinning teeth: ‘“Yes, by
Jove, she will.”
What Owen saw on the street below gave
him much greater pleasure than it gave to
Bemis, the stately butler, who answered a
ring at the doorbell a moment later.
To Bemis's astonished gaze appeared four
callers such as never before had dared ap
proach the portals of the Marvin mansion
in all his years of service. Slouching fig
ures clad in oilskins and sallow, evil faces
framed in dripping son'westers, they ap
palled while they enraged the butler.
“What do you mean by coming here? Be
sff instantly,” he commanded.
“Looky here, cove, don't talk like that
now,” said the leader of the group. “Wa
just wants a half of a short word wid Miss
Pauline Marvin.”
“Phat iz out of the question. Will you go
sr shall I call the police?”
Bemis was closing the door without wait
ing for a reply when he heard a soft foot
fall behind him.
“What is it, Bemis?" came the slow query
of Owen,
“A band of ruffians, sir—fishermen, I take
it- asking to see Miss Marvin.”
“Did you tell Miss Marvin?”
“Indeed, it didn't occur to me, sir. Such
rascally looking fellows. I told them to
be off.”
“Oh, let them wait a moment, Bemis. It
adventure, you know. Tell them to wait.”
“Outside, of course, sir.”
“No, let them come inside,” said Owen in
This Is from the Motion Picture Film of “Pauline” by the Famous Pathe Players.
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Miss Marvin.”
if Bemis had not been struck dumb by the
command he probably wounld have flatly re
belled. As it was, he held the door open
in throttled silence while the damp, dismal
quartet shuffled into the hall
Pauline quickly answered Owen’'s rap. He
.was smiling whimsically as he faced her.
“I ask your pardon for interrupting,” he
said, “but there are some strange men down
stairs with a secret message for you. Shall
[ have Bemis send them away, or—"
Pauline arose rapturously. 1t was as if a
praver had been answered, a premonition
fulfilled.
“Oh, no, indeed,” she cried. “I must see
them. 1 was expecting—that is—do they
look as if they might be—er—smugglers,
Owen?"
The secretary laughed. “Well, I might
say they do,” he answered. He stepped to
the top of the stairs and made a sign to
Bemis, who, fairly trembling with astonish
ment, escorted the strange visitors to Paul
ine's door.
“Well, speak up; what is it you wish to
say to Miss Marvin,” demanded Owen.
“It ain't for nobody but her. I got to tell
it to her alone,” said the leader.
“That is absurd. We do not know——"
Pauline interrupted him eagerly. “Yes,
let himy speak to me alone. I am sure it is
important for us to do as he says,” she
commanded.
Owen seemed to hesitate, but-soon fol
lowed Bemis, who had instantly withdrawn,
The spokesman of the newcomers stepped
close to Pauline.
“] was to tell ya we're smugglers. Mr.
Harry, he sent us. He said fer you to come
wid us, an’ there ain't no time to spare.”
“I am to go with you—now?” she asked,
bewildered hut delighted.
“Yes, ma'am; we got a auty-moble 'round
the corner. It'll be a long trip, so we brung
va these.” He pulled from under his arm
4 sleek new suit of oilskins and a sou™
wester.
This Is from the Motion Picture Film of ‘“Pauline” by the Famous Pathe Players.
Pauline at the Mercy of the Villainous Smugglers
Pauline blushed, but took them, and start
led"t'or her room. She passed Owen in the
hall.
“What on earth are you going to do?” he
asked in feigned amazement.
“Please, please don’'t be stupid and ask
questions,” she pleaded. “I am going to put
on these things and drive away into the
storm. If 1 knew any more I should be
bored.”
In a few minutes she returned clad in the
garments of the sea and quite pleased with
her appearance.
“Are they not becoming?’ she queried
archly of Owen.
b"What is there that is not?” he answered,
butt——
She held up a protesting finger. ‘“Now I
told you not to be fussy. I am going.”
“Then I must come, too; it is my duty.”
“They are ordered to bring me alone.
You would spoil everything,” she pouted.
“What can I say—how can I explain to
Mr. Harry?”
Pauline laughed airily. “Oh, he’ll not
mind. Harry is a dear. Do you know, [
actually believe Harry is waking up. Good
by.” She led the way out of the house while
Bemis fled to the recesses of the kitchen, his
world fallen under him.
Owen laid a hand on the shoulder of the
smuggler leader.
The man turned. He saw something small
and shining in Owen’s palm, and drew back
as if from a blow.
“No, no—not that,” he whispered. “There’s
nothin’ like that in this bargain, Mr. Owen.”
“Take it, Perry. It is for your own pro
tection. It is quick and silent and sure.
You need not use it except to save: yourself
in case of trouble.”
The man took the thing gingerly and
swiftly concealed it. ‘“All right, Mr. Owen,”
he growled, “but I don’t like even to have
it along. I ain’t never used one yet.”
Owen slapped his shoulder encouraging
ly. “Good-by, Perry, and good luck,” he said.
He followed through the door and stood
bareheaded in the rain watching Pauline
and her four companions enter the huge
covered car that had swung to the gate.
Pauline turned and waved Lim a merry fare
well as the car started. As he stepped back
into the soft warmth of the mansion he was
rubbing his hands and laughing to himself.
Fifth avenue was deserted in the drizzle,
and if any eyes from the high mansion win
dows watched the departure of the strange
party in the automobile none was curious
enough to question.
The machine glided east, and crossing the
Manhattan Bridge over the East River, was
soon making speed along the empty roads of
the Long Island south shore.
Pauline was eager and exultant, although
something in the studied silence of her
companions wakened a vague uneasiness
within her. They would answer direct ques
tions with rough politeness, but they would
not be drawn into fascinating tales of their
dangerous past. Pauline surmised that the
business in hand—probably the running of
a gauntlet of revenue cutters with a load
of foreign treasure—was weighing heavily
upon them. :
Along the shore road the wind was a bit
ing gale. The rain had stopped, but at noon
the skies were dusk-gray and lowering. For
more than an hour now no vehicie had
passed them. They seemed to be driving
into a less and less inhabited section.
They flashed past a small rickety pier
,ound which the high waves were crashing
venomously, and just beyond, in a crotch of
crossroads, they drew up in front of a de
serted roadhouse.
The roadhouse was like the pier, broken
and weather beaten. Once a gay meeting
place of pleasure seekers, it had enjoyed its
brief period of prosperity, and, like a worn
out reveller, had sunk, decrepit, to decay.
It had kept alive as a gaming den after
it had failed as a hostelry, and broken tables
and a smashed roulette wheel covered with
the dust of years told still the story of the
raid that had finished it completely as a
human habitation.
“Here’'s where we meet Mr. Harry,” said
the leader, Perry, to Pauline. *“You just
follow me. If he ain't here now he will be
mighty soon. We're a little early.”
“But the boat—where is the boat?’ in
quired Pauline, with anxiety.
Perry laughed a bit uneasily. *“She’ll pick
us up at the pier down yonder,” he replied.
“But they’s things to do before then, Miss.
We don’t nrake no trips by daylight, you
know.”
Pauline was fas
cinated anew. It
was, then to be a
voyage in the
dark, on an un
lighted vessel,
creeping stealth
ily among the
watchful cutters
to the side of
some smuggling
schooner from far
seas and lands. In
her expectant ar
dor she was fear
less of even the
grim old road
house towards
which Perry was
now leading the
way.
The wind rat
tled the old-fash
joned shutters on
the upper win
dows, and the
whole frame of
the structure
creaked dismally.
But it was a solid
door which Perry
unlocked and held
open for Pauline.
They stepped
into what had
been the bar and
gaming room of
the place. The
wrecked para
phernalia lay
amid the ruins of
once splendid fur
niture. The dusty
rampart of the
bar stood like a
tombstone over
the grave of
cheer.
This is from the Motion Plcture Film of ‘“Pauline” by the Famous Path
Players.
The Smugglers in the Marvin Home Caution the
Adventurous Pauline.
Pauline moved
forward a few
steps into the gloomy rcom. She heard the
Joor close behind her.
“What a sirange place,” she said. “Do
you live here or is it just a hiding place?”
Perry did not answer and she turned
quickly. A little cry of surprise escaped
her. Perry was not in the room.
Suspicion gripped her and she sprang at
the door, but the click of the key in the lock
told her she was again imprisoned. A low
laugh sounded outside.
For the first time she noticed that the two
windows of the room were covered with
iron bars. She tried the windows and when
she had opened them she tugged at the bars.
The effort was as futile as her pleading cries
to her captors.
She could see Perry returning to the ma
chine. She waved her arms from the win
dow and called again and again. The men
paid no attention to her, but neither did
they show any intention of departing. They
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were all out of the car now, stamping ths
kinks out of their long cramped limbs.
Pauline turned from the window and be
gan a half eager, half frightened inspection
of the place. Behind a pile of rubbish she
saw another door. Its glass panel had been
broken. It seemed to lead nowhere, for it
was in the center wall, but she dug away
the debris from in front of it and wrenched
it wide.
Within was nothing but a musty box with
a small shelf at about the level of her
elbows: but Pauline gasped with guick
triumph as she saw the dust-covered bell
box of a telephone above the shelf. °
She found the telephone on the floor. Her
hands trembled as she lifted it. Fear suc
ceeded her thrill of hope. She felt certain
that the wires had been cut. She held her
breath as she lifted the receiver and waited
for Central’s answer.
A second passed—another. ‘l'hey' seemed
like hours. There was a dull twanging in
her ears, but was it not the whining of the
wind outside? She clattered the hook up
and down till tiny dust clouds danced away
from it and choked her. Her heart beats
pulsed fiercely through her temples, but
suddenly seemed to stop entirely as the
bored voice of an operator afar off droned
a weary “Number, please?” over the wire.
There was a directors’ meeting in prog
ress in the offices of the Marvin Motors
Company. In a comfortable-sized, plainly
furnished room in the great Woolworth
tower, from the windows of which one could
gaze over all the mighty city and far along
the shores of Long Island, Harry Marvin
was discussing with his colleagues the plans
for a new factory in the West.
The telephone buzzed at Harry's elbow.
“Hello; hello, Polly. What—"
He stopped. His face blanched with
alarm. His eyves roamed fearfully to those
of the startled directors leaning near. Over
the wire, in a faint far voice—but unmistak
ably the voice of Pauline—had come the
broken message:
“I am a prisoner at Bayport on the South
Shore. Help——"
Harry began to pound the call-hook fran
tically.
“Get me back that connection—get (it
quick. Tl'll give you a thousand dollars—ten
thousand. Get back that connection. What?
No answer? Wire dead? They've cut it.
They heard her call”
He was almost shouting to himself. He
sprang from his chair oblivious of all around
him. The amazed directors rushed towards
him, fell back before him as he rushed to
the door, called after him vainly as he
dashed through the main office and away.
“Telephone to Whilsey's Garage, Brook
lyn, to have a car at Atlantic avenue for me
in five minutes. I'll take the subway over.
Tell ’em it's life and death. Tell ’em any
thing to make ’em do it quick.”
Harry spoke rapidly, but he was cool now.
At that moment, in the deserted road
house, two men were holding Pauline while
the others stood in angry consultatjon
around the telephone booth.
“I thought you said youwd been all over
the place. I thought you said it was safe,”
snarled Perry at one of the group who cow
ered under his glare.
“] did,” stammered the man. “I did go
all over it. But who'd a thought to find a
telyphone in a dump like this here?”
“How do ya suppose they ran the pool-
room here two years ago without a tely
phone?” yelled Perry. “I'll see ya get cat
off the dough list for this. Ya won't get a
cent.
He snatched up the telephone which he
had just ecut from its wires and hurled it
against the farther wall. Then he caught
Pauline brutally by the throat.
“Did ya get him or didn’t ya?” he growled
at Pauline for the tenth time.
She looked at him defiantly without
answering.
“If they hadn’t said not to hurt ya, I'd
make ya tell quick enough. Now we got it
all to do over again. Now we got to take
her some’res elge.”
“Maybe she never got no one, though,”
guggested one of the group.
An' maybe I'm takin’' chances on a job
like this thundered Perry. “No, sir, not
in a gamblin’ house. Bring her along.”
(To be continued next Sunday.)