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MONDAY. FEBRUARY 16
Seven Keys to Balpate
By E4RL DERR BICOERS Copyright 1913 by the Bobbs-Merrill Co.
(Continued from Yesterday)
To the editorial on that first page the
triumphant cry of the Star arose to
shatter It* fellows In the heavens. At
last, said the editor, the lons campaign
which his paper alone of all the Ren
ton papers had waited Hiralnst n cor
rupt city administration wns brought
to a snccesaful close. The victory was
won. How had this been accomplish
ed? Into the Star office had come ru
mors a few days back of the proposed
payment of a big bribe at the lnO on
Baldpate mountain. The paper hHd de
cided that one of Its representatives
must be on the ground. It had debat
ed long whom to send. Miss Evelyn
Rhodes, its well known special writer,
had got the tip in question: she had
pleaded to go to the inn. The editor,
considering her sex. had sternly re
fused. Then gradually he had been
brought to see the wisdom of sending
a girl rather than a man. The sex of
the former would put the guilty par
ties under surveillance otT guard. So
Miss Rhodes was dispatched to the Inn.
Here was her story. It convicted Car
go n beyond a doubt The very money
offered as a bribe was now in the
hands of the Star editor and would be
turned over to Prosecutor Drayton at
bis request All this under the dis
quieting title, "Prison Stripes For the
Mayor.”
The girl’s story told how, with one
companion, she had gone to Upper As
quewan Falls. There was no mention
of the station waiting room nor of the
tears shed therein on a certain even
ing, Mr. Magee noted. She had reach
ed the Inn on the morning of the day
when the combination whs to be
phoned. Bland was already there.
Shortly after came the mayor and
Max.
"You got to get me out of this,” Ma
gee heard Mar pleading over Cargan’s
shoulder.
"Keep still P’ replied the mayor
roughly. He was reading his copy of
the Star with keen Interest now.
"I’ve done your dirty work for years,”
whined Max. “Who puts on the rub
ber shoes and sneaks up dark alleys
hunting votes among the garbage,
while you do the Old Glory stunt on
Main street? 1 do. You got to get
me out of this. It may mean jail. 1
puldn’t stand that. I’d die.”
A horrible parody of a man's real
fear was In his face. Th» mayor shook
himself as though be would be rid
forever of the coward banging on hjjj,
arm.
“Hush up, can’t you?” he said "I’ll
see you through.”
“You got to,” Lou Max walled.
Miss Rhodes' story went on to tell
how Hayden refused to phone the com
bination; how the mnyor and Max dy
namited the safe and secured the pre
cious package, only to lose it In an
other moment to a still different con
tingent at tne inn; how Hayden had
come, of his suicide when he found
that his actions were in danger of ex
posure—"a bitter smile for Kendrick
in that” reflected Magee—and how
finally, through a strange series of ac
cidents, the money came Into the
hands of the writer for the Star.
These accidents were not given In de
tail.
“An amusing feature of the whole
affair,” said Miss Evelyn Rhodes, "was
the presence at the inn of Mr. Wil
liam Hallowell Magee, the New York
writer of light Action, who had come
there to escape the distractions of a
great city, and to woPS in the soli
tude, and who Immediately on his ar
rival became Involved In the surpris
ing drama of Baldpate.”
"I’m an amusing feature,” reflected
Magee.
"Mr. Magee,” continued Miss Rhodes,
“will doubtless be one of the state’s
chief witnesses when the case against
Cargan comes to trial, as will also Pro
fessor Thaddeus Bolton, holder of the
Crandall chair of comparative litera
ture at Reu%n university, anft David
Kendrick, fotoerly of the Suburban,
bnt wbo retired six years ago to take
up his residence abroad. The latter
two went to the inn to represent
Prosecutor Drayton and made every
effort In their power to secure the
package of money from the reporter
for the Star, not knowing her connec
tion with the affair.”
"Well, Mr. Magee?” asked Professor
Bolton, laying down the paper which
he had been perusing at a distance of
about an inch from his nose.
•‘Once again, professor," laughed Ma
gee, “reporters have entered your life."
The old man sighed.
“You got to get me out of this," Max
was still telling the mayor.
“For God’s sake,” cried Cargan,
“shut up and let me think!” He sat
for a moment staring at one place, his
face still lacking all emotion, but bis
eyes a trifle narrower than before.
“Yon haven’t got me yet!" he cried,
standing up. “By the eternal. I'll fight
to the last ditch, and I’ll win. I’ll
show Drayton he can’t play this game
on n.f. I'll show the Star. That dirty
sheet has bounded me for years. I’ll
put It out of business. And I’ll send
the reformers howling into the alleys,
6lck of the fuss they started them
selves.”
"Perhaps,” said Professor Bolton,
"but only after the fight of your life,
Cargan."
“I'm ready for it!” cried Cargan. "I
ain't down and out yet But to think
g woman—f little bit of a giri J could
have put lu my pocket—lt’s alt n nig
joke. I'll heat them. I'll show them.
The game's far from played out. I'll
win, and If 1 dou't’’—
He crumbled suddenly Into bis seat
his eyes on that unpleasant line about
“Prison Stripes For the Mayor."
"If 1 don’t.” he stammered pitifully,
“well, they sent him to an island at
the end. The reformers got Napoleon
at the last 1 won't be nlone In that.”
At this unexpected sight of weak
ness In his hero. Mr. Mnx set up a re
newed babble of fear at his side. The
train was in the Iteuton suburbs now
At a neat little station It slowed down
to a stop and a florid policeman en
tered the smoking car. Cargan look
ed up.
“Hello. Dan." he said. His voice
wns lifeless; the oldtlme ring was gone.
The pollcemnn removed his helmet
and shifted it nervously.
“I thought I’d tell you. Mr. Cargan,”
he said. ”1 thought I’d warn you.
You'd better get off here. There’s a
big crowd in the station nt Renton.
They're waiting for you. sir; they’ve
heard you're on this train. This lying
newspaper, Mr. Cargan. it’s been tell
ing tales—l guess you know about that.
There’s a big mob. You lietter get off
here. sir. and go downtown on a car."
If the mighty Cargan had looked
limp nud beaten for a moment he look
ed that way no more. He stood up
and Ills head seemed almost to touch
the roof “of the car. Over that big
patrolman be towered; his eyes were
cold and hard again; his lips curved
In the smile of the master.
"And why.” he bellowed, "should I
get off here? Tell me that, Dan.”
“Well, sir." replied the embarrassed
copper, "they're ugly. There's no tell
ing what they might do. It's a bad
mob. This newspaper has stirred
'em up.”
"Ugly, are they?" sneered Cargan
“Ever seen the bunch I would go out
of my way for, Dan?”
”1 meant It. all right, sir,” said Dan
—“as a friend to a man who’s been a
friend to me. No, 1 never saw you
afraid of any bunch yet, but this”—
“This.” replied Cargan. “Is the same
old bunch the same lily livered
crowd that I’ve seen in the streets
since 1 laid the first paving stone un
der ’em myself in HI. Afraid of
them? H—! I’d walk through an ant
bill as scared ns 1 would tbrough that
mob. Thanks for telling me, Dan, but
,11m Cargan won’t be in the mollycod
dle class for a century or two yet.”
* “Yes, sir,” said the patrolman ad
miringly. He turned out of the car,
and the mayor turned to find Lou Mag
pale and fearful by his side.
“What ails you now?” be asked.
“I'm afraid!” cried Max. “Did you
hear wbat he said? A mob! 1 saw a
tnob once. Never again for me!” He
tried to smile to pass it off as a pleas
ant jest, but he had to wet bis lips
with his tongue before be could go on.
“Come on, Jim. Get off here. Don't
be a fool.”
The train began to move.
“Get off yourself, you coward!”
sneered Cargan. “Ob, I know you!
It doesn't take much to make your
stomach shrink. Get off!”
Max eagerly seized his hat and bag.
“1 will If you don't mind.” he said.
"See you later at Charlie's." And In
a flash of tawdry attire be was gone.
The mayor of Renton no longer sat
limp In bis seat. That brief moment
of seemlnf surrender was put behind
forever. He walked the aisle of the
car, fire ir« his eyes, battle In his heart.
“So they’re waiting for me. eb?" he
said aloud. “Watting for Jim Car
gan. Now. ain't It nice of them to
come and meet tbeir mayor?”
CHAPTER XXV.
The Mayor Welcomed Home.
aw R. MAGEE and the professor
« went Into the day coach for
£ their baggage. Mrs. Norton
motioned to the former.
“Well," sbe said, "you know now, 1
suppose. And It didn't do you no
barm to wait. 1 sure am glad this to
do is all over, and that child Is safe.
And 1 hope you’ll remember what 1
said. It ain't no work for a woman,
nobow, wbat with the sbooting and
the late hours.”
“Your words." said Mr. Magee, "are
engraved on my heart.” He proceeded
to gather her baggage with bis own
and was thus engaged when Kendrick
came up. The shadow of bis discov
ery In the smoking car an hour before
still haunted bis sunken eyes, but bis
lips were half smiling with the new
joy of living that bad come to him.
“Mr. Magee." be began. *T hardly
need mention that the terrible thing
which happened—in there—ls between
you and me—and the inan who’s deud.
No one must know. I-east of all, the
girl who Is to become my wife—lt
would embitter her whole life—as It
has mine.”
"Don’t say that,” Magee pleaded.
“You will forget in time, I’m sure.
And you may trust me—l had forgot
ten already.” And Indeed he had, on
the instant when his eyes fell upon the
Renton Star.
Miss Thornhill approached, her dark
smiling eyes on Magee. Kendrick look
ed at her proudly and spoke suddenly,
determinedly;
“Yon’re right, I will forget. Sbe
shall help me."
A shadow had fallen upon the train
—the shadow of the huge Reuton sta
tion. In the half light on the platform
Mr. Mngoe encountered the mayor of
Kenton Above the lessening roar of
tbe train there sounded aheud of them
the voices of men In turmoil and riot.
Mr. Cargan turned upon Magee a face
as placid and dispusslonsie as that of
one who enters an apple orchard In
May.
“The boys,” he smiled grimly, "wel
coming me borne."
Then tbe train came to a stop, and
Mr. Magee looked down Into a great
array of faces ami heard for the first
time the low, unceasing rnmble of an
angry mob. Afterwnrd be marveled
at that constant guttural roar, how It
went on and on. humming like a tune,
never stopping, disconnected quite from
the occasional shrill or heavy voices
that rang out In distinguishable words
The muyor looked coolly down Into
those upturned faces, he listened a
moment to tbo rumble of a thousand
throats; then he took off hla derby
with satiric politeness.
“Glad to see one and allP’ he cried.
And now above the mutterlngs angry
words could be heard. “That's him!"
“That’s $200,000 Cargan!" “How’s tbe
weather on Baldpate?” and other sar
castic flings about tar and feathers.
A squad of policemen wbo bad en
tered the car from the rear forced
their way out on to the platform.
“Want us to see you through the
crowd. Mr. Cargan?” the lieutenant
asked.
New hoots and cries ascended to the
station rafters. "Who pays the po
lice?” “We do.” “Who owns ’em?”
"Cargan.” Thus question and answer
were bandied back and forth. Again
a voice demanded In strident tones the
Ignominious tar and feathers.
Jim Cargan had not risen from the
slums to be master of his town with
out a keen sense of the theatric. He
ordered the police back Into the car.
“And stay there!” he demanded. The
lieutenant demurred. One look from
the mayor sent him scurrying. Mr.
Cargan took from his pocket a big
cigar and calmly lighted It.
“Some of them guys out there.” he
remarked to Magee, “belong to the
Sunday school crowd. Pretty actions
for them, pillars of the church howling
like beasts.”
And still, like that of beasts, the
mutter of the mob went on, now In an
undertone, now louder, and still that
voice that first had plead for tar and
feathers plead still for feathers and
tar. And here a group preferred the
rope.
And toward them, with the bland
smile of a child on his great face, his
cigar tilted nt one angle, his derby at
another, the mayor of Reuton walked
unflinchingly.
The rour became mad, defiant. Bnt
Cargan stepped forward boldly. Now
he reached the leaders of the mob. He
pushed his way In among them, smil
ing, but determined. They closed In
on him. A little man got firmly In his
path. He took the little man by the
shoulders and stood him aside with
some friendly word. And now he was
past ten rows or more of them on his
way through, and the crowd began to
acurry away. They scampered like
ants, clawing at one another’s backs
to make a path.
And so finally, between two rows of
them, tbe mayor of Reuton went his
way triumphantly. Somewhere, on
tbe edge of the crowd, an admiring
voice spoke. “Hello, Jim!” The may
or wnved his hand. The rnmble of
tbeir voices ceased at last.. Jim Car
gan was still master of tbe city.
“Say wbat you will,” remarked Mr.
Magee to tbe professor as they stood
together on the platform of tbe car,
“there goes a man.”
He did not welt to hear tbe profes
sor’s answer, for be saw the girl of
the Upper Asquewnn station standing
on a baggage truck far to the left of
tbe mob wave to him over their heads
Eagerly he fought his way to her side
It was a hard fight The crowd would
not part for him as It had parted for
the man who owned the city.
(To be Continued Tomorrow.)
BACON PRAISED BY SENATOR
TILLMAN; SAYS HIS PLACE
WILL BE HARD TO FILL
Atlanta, Ga. —Senator Ben Tillman, of South Carolina, who was tho
friend and co-worker with the late Senator Bacon, last night gave out th«
following statement at the sanitarium In Atlanta, where he Is now re
cuperating from recent Illness:
"X want to say a word about my dead friend. Bacon and I entered the
senate together nineteen years ago next March, along with Nelson of Min*
neeota and Martin of Virginia. We were all selected by the people the
fourth term, after 18 years’ service.
"Bacon was the most scholarly man among ua, and I think » better
constitutional lawyer than the other three. Of course everybody knows
that I never studied law at all, and make no pretenses. Hls long servlcs
as presiding officer In the Georgia legislature well fitted him for service
In the senate. He was a good debater, with only one fault—hls Innate
courtesy and kindliness of heart made him unwilling to strike hard blows
without salving the wound;
“He was generous to a fault, and In debating I’ve known him to spoil
very fine points by what seemed to me unnecessary apologies.
"Hls knowledge of parliamentary law was extensive, almost profound.
He was a great believer in and lover of tl.e senate, and stickler for Its
usages and customs, which he defended vigorously on all occasions.
“His knowledge of history was great and stood him In good stead In
many a debate Hls knowledge of International law and of our treaties
with foreign powers made him the a atural leader of the committee on for
eign relations, and hls death leaves a gap In the senate that will be; hard
to fill..
“All respected him, many of us loved him, and we do not expect Geor
gia to fill hls place with as well equipped man, for Indeed there are very
few as well equipped as he to be found In any state. Ho will be greatly
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art Samuel whs re-elected. He toduy
gave notice of uppeal from the Judge's
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THE ABYSMAL BRUTE
""TISS By Jack London
A Red Blooded Story
of The Prize Ring
Young Pat Glendon comes out of
the mountains with a punch like the
kick of a mule. f
He wins every fight he enters,
including one for a heart. Then he
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ness with his bride..
=JACK LONDON, AUTHOR OF=
The Abysmal Brute
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Fourth of the Seven Star Serial
Stories that The Herald is Running
This Story Starts Wednesday
Life among two fieted mm l« Jock
London's text, and ha stioka to It.
Ho tolls of oxlatencs and of man as
ha has found thsm—from the Baring
ssa to tha south so a islands.
Tho axparlonooa of hia oharaotara
havo boon hla own. That is what
makes them roal man.
Add to hla contaot wtth llfo and hia
•opacity of keeping vivid Impreasiona
of K a power to mako his readers feci
with him and you catoh hold of the
seoret of hia great power over hil
readers.
I»aw living men equal London in
"getting down to faote." Ho has tho
ability of making tho word fit tho
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Jaok London Is only thirty-sight
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Thousands of man and women have
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In "The Abysmal Brute" he haa oho
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an art that holds the reader’s interest
from first word to "finis."
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