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ADMIT ONE SIDNEV HORLKK Margery Ferguson kept on tei ing herself that she should have been happy as happy, that was, of course, as any girl in her circumstance* could be expected to be. For here she was shielded from the world, kept out of danger, and surrounded by friend* who lavished every care and attention upon her. Yet It was the thought of her father that brought such distress. How wretched he had made her life! What 5?B55^ strange illogicality was it that caused SYNOPSIS whose name is Crane Philip Crane, a man so clever as George Ferguson When Philip Crane, a young aeroplane He is an Knglishman. who comes from to be such a weakling in his moral o7nZ for the crook Crane, who ! onnam a n y ; Truro, and by nature is very inoffru- character? Ever since she could re- sive. It has happened that, through a member, he had been an irresponsible > '' OU * Peculiar et of circumstances, he has gambler. Even back in her early lie rescues Mary Ferguson and takm fallen across your path. Last night hn childhood that was after her mother Knihn B * ^Tem'-.o e%r*& forcibly abducted from an Inn .t had died-she had come to the con- Meanwhile. Charles Whittle, an Ameri- Mandling, called 'The Jolly Sailor,' elusion that her father was a man SPg^ 1 !^%&2S <">< taken-now. this is where you destined for trouble. For what other kopes to bend FerRu*on> win to .er may be useful, Mrs. Aubyn St. Clair. end was possible for him, with bis Ho t - r8 c n o e mr 8 hl to W w!> C wi! n li' e an Vh j'n- ' very mueh wish to know where ">? weakncss and general instability? known', v, ho proves to ba Whittle. Whin friend Crane was taken." The door opened to interrupt this Crane attempts to enter tho houw he I* "You are, of course, mad!" ' gloomy train of reflection. A sweet- attacked: Whittle rescues him. Then h im... v :it^r ma/In ehnrt 1 i 1-1 and whittle ore attacked at the inn llle visitor made a short, but not expressioned nun. whose skin was like where they_ re_itayin_ir. The Kmpress ungracious, inclination of his head. a schoolgirl's in its freshness, smiled "1 expend something not quite so at her as she placed a tray down on obvious," he commented. "Now," look- the small table. ing at his watch, "I find that thive jQuality has no substitute "fresK/romtKeyan/ens* call* In Julia Felstead. 'Ready for your milk, dear?" she CHAPTER XIV. (Cont'd.) "Crane not only went to Mandling ( "'nu'tes^f my"ftve h'ave'al ready g7n7. yesterday but actually tried to get ThM , leavcs us ve litt , u in U,to The White House. Of course, \ wbjch to come to the understand . ng Margery smiled back at her What that was very foolish of him. Stev- which i can assur , is _ from your an an * el , thls woman was! Com.ng ensson, as we know, can be depended f ^ hA ot vi at i eas t-very esscn- st K ht from the turbulent, sin- pon to deal with almost any situation {j,| , soaked world that she knew, Margery "UnleES I am mistaken. Mr. Bar- hadfo^nd it difficult at first to believe no matter how awkward. He traced this Crane to the village inn. . . Well, that intrepid young .11:111, so stupidly quixotic, is now safely back at the Whit* House. I don't think he will five any more trouble. Birchall is there as well as Stovensson and the ethers," concluded the Empre&s. The red-headed girl heaved a sigh ef relief. "So not much damage has been done?" The Kmpress pulled at her cigar- ette, inhaled, and then blew out the woke through her finely-chiselled ostrils. "On the contrary," she replied crisply, "a great deal of damage has kten done, I'm afraid. This man tholomew-that, of course, is not your name-you come from America. We " at * ster F *' th w " u J ""* k Khwile < and - . . happen to be somewhat more civilized c 'P !lned , hers , e 'M reaehin * such state of splendid selflessness. "I don't like giving you all this trouble. Sister." | " Trouble! My dear, how many more times do I have to tell you it'a a pleasure? Why, I don't know what my uncle would say if he heard you talking like this!" She held up a "Why not?" ' wor k-roughened finger in playful re- "Because if the Police should come P r acn - Margery had to smile in sheer am- here than in the United States, m some respects. For instance, within one minute of my making a jail through that telephone, I can be ord ering your arrest." The caller smiled. 'You would not be so foolish as that." usement this time. here, I could give thm some very in- teresting information about yourse-f. Now, just this final word: Either you lwecn . cor P' ring up your country headquarter!. P r P rlelor Bnd The White House,' near Manning, so 9tnkIn K- The contrast be- Soho restaurant human lily was , , , Crane-by the way, you haven't asked awl , in my presence, give the most de- c .. S . he ? ot u " an< [ * cn f ly . P rc3Sed the me yet how I got to know about him." The girl pulled herself up with a Urt. What cunning this woman used! She remembered everything. In the excitement of the moment, she herself had forgotten that Stevnsson had promised not to say anything about her mistake; it was her own fear that had impelled her to speak. "Did Steven.son tad finite instructions for Philip Crane to be released, or " "Yea? 1 Sister down into her chair. "I'm going to wait on you today." she said. "I shall take what -steps I think nee- (l : * tier 1 1 1 - It was the least she could protested many essajry. The Empri'.sii did some quick think- ing. She had not betrayed her <*mo tions, she kncw^ she was far too much mistress of herself for that but sh< tell you?" she i realized who this man was: he was, a companion down at "No that's a little matter I shall have to settle with him when I see him fain. It was the American who told DM the story; said he thought it best that I should know. But never mind that now; I was going to say that Crane had Handling." "A companion?" "Yes. And it's this fellow who was also at the inn last night, but he fot away somehow who may cause no end of trouble. And if he She did not add any further words, but the red-hoaded girl knew that the unspoken threat w;is directed gainst her. A maid, after tapping on the door ntered. "Ye?, Stanton?" The maid advanced and held out a card. "The gentleman says he wixhe* to ee you immediately, madam." "Bartholomew. . ." mused Mrs. St. Q*ir, reading from the card; "I don't know any Bartholomew." "He say* he's from Jardine's, ma- aam." "Well, I'd better see him, I sup- I the companion of Crane in the affair of the previous night. Who was he a detective? Could that mean that the American police were also on the trail of Crane or rathtr Birchall? She had to bluff. "I'll give you just thirty seconds to leave this house," she said ; and press- ed the bell. "It has been a real pleasure to meet you Empress," paid the visitor, and a* though leaving Royalty he \valked backwards to the door. * A few miles away a girl was sitting in a snirill, barely-furnished room, busily occupied with her thoughts. They were not pleasant reflections. "I will leave you," said Judith. "All right, dear. Now, don't dis- tress yourself too much. I shall be eeinK. you tonight at 'The Purple Dove 1 ." She bestowed a perfunctory kiss tn the cheek of the girl, who shrank from the embrace and hurriedly left th room. "I'm afraid," Mrs. Aubryn St. Clair told herself, "that poor Judith is los- ing her grip. I can't have people who make mistakes. . . ." After throwing away lior cigarette, he pn-jjiircd herself for the visitor. Tho name of her visitor had convey- ed nothing to her, but, from the mo- ment of his entry, she had a vagu, uncomfortable suspicion that, some- where or other, .'he had mot him be- fore. "Mrs. Aubyn .St. Clair?" That is tny name." The visitor half turned towards the door in order to make sure that what h* was about to say could not be over- heard. "I ha\r jij>t live minutes, madam, in which to make a certain statement to you." he said. "What is this? I uml*rstix>d you were from Jardine'a?" "One has to use a little finesse Cetim.es," was the reply. "I got to r that Jardine's, the well known at*c were iuperintending tht dinner party you arc giving here to- nlfht.and, naturally enough, in order to tee you, I made use of that name." Thli woman had not risen to her fr-eminence In the world of cri without possessing a wonderful sang-- froid. "You can leave out the preliminar- ies," the remarked. "Very well, then," came the retort; "you have in your possession that i\ in the possession of certain associate; of yours a young friend of mine ISSUE No. 632 ing her short stay against being al- lowed the luxury of a private room, but the nuns had argued in turn that ;ho v. .,!<.<! quiet and rest. So this delicious solitude was afforded her and how heaven-sent she deemed it. tossexl and almost distraught, she had not felt she coulj have faced even the gentle stares of the nuns. These wo- men might be out of the world, but a j?ood many of them, she fancied, still maintained an acute interest in what ..as going ou outside tho four walls of the Convent. They were not all like Sister Faith. (To l>e continued.) "The functions of government should be exercised to stimulate not big business' nor 'little bu.ilneaa,' but all enterprise." Franklin D. Roosevelt. Spanish Melody Two Young Torontonians "Way Down South' There Is six feet, six inches of this policeman, the deputy sheriff at Curtlss air field. The Potato Harvest A high bare field, brown from the plough, and borne Aslant from sunset; amber waste*! of sky Washing the ridge; a clamour of crows that fly In from the wide flats where the spent tides mourn To yon their rocking roosts In pines i wind-torn; A line of gray snake-fence that zig- zags by A pond and cattle from the home- stead night The long deep summonings of the sup- per horn. Black ou the ridge, against that lonely flush, A cart, and atoop-uecked oxen; ranged beside Some barrels; and the day-worn har- vest folk, More emptying their basket*, jar the hush With hollow thunders. Down the dusk hillside Lumbers the wain; and day fades out like smoke. Charles O. D. Roberts. "Poems." Oms of the most delightful things in Spain is its strange Eastern music, and of all the music by far the most magical is the "Malaguena." This is a plaintive little song or chant which ia hunjn ed under the breath, started by one, taken up and varied a little by another, carried right down the street like a thread of melody, every- one singing a few bars. Sometimes it is the veriest whisper; sometimes it rises to a wailing chant. It is quite bewildering, for you cannot place it; it often seems to die away altogether and begin again as a sort of echo, bit with different harmunios and inter-it vals and nlways in a minor key. The! narrow streets of Malaga are full of this strange ghostly music, and the women washing clothes in the river- bed all hum it, each one improvising as she goes on, but it always stops suddenly if it is noticed that any stranger ia listening. From ''Spanish) Sunshine," by Eleanor Eisner. A New Crime Museum The famous Black Museum at Scot- land Yard has now Its counterpart in Rome, where a Museum of Crime has just been opened. Some of the exhibits are very Inter- esting. There is, for Instance, a stil- etto with the words "Corslcan Ven- detta" on tho handle, and on the blade the grim legend: "May the wound made by me prove mortal." Prisoners planning escape have been responsible for a special section. Among the exhibits here are nails, bolts, and even pen-nibs, which have been made Into knives by the expen- diture of Infinite labour. More Ingeni- ous still is a dummy revolver, which one prisoner fashioned out of bread- crumbs and coloured black. It was BO realistic that Its maker was able to intimidate a warder with It and make his escape. "If a man has no fear, he has no brains." Barney Oldfleld. BABY'S OWN SOAP; BOYS WANTED TO CASH IN ON OUR BIG FREE OFFER We. want only live, aggressive youngsters to sell "RADIO GriDE" in every City. Town and Village in Ontario. We prefer boys who carry Newspaper Routes. Send in this Coupon for Big FREE Offer Radio Guide, 30 Duncan St., Toronto, Ont. 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