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NTVRTFf PfiATTR SFiMT -WRTJKTiY TRTRUNTC t;s,TvvtvvvvvavvvvvvvvvsvvvvvvvAvv Bull-Dog Drummond TdVe?reZ f j emobiJzf1d Urncer Who round reace Dull VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV,VVVV1 CHAPTER XII Continued. 10 "Hlght. Throw your Run on the ll)r." Drummond picked up the wen pon mill put It In lit h pocket; then he rung the bell, "I hiul hoped," ho mur .mured, "for n Inrger gathering, but one I'liiuiot have everything." Save to Peterson, who understood, If only dimly, what lind happened, thu tiling had come as such a complete surprise that even the sudden entrance of twenty masked men, who ranged themselves In single rank behind their chairs, failed to stir the meeting. It merely seemed In keeping with what had gone before. "I shall not detain you long, gentle men," begun Hugh, suavely. "Your gen era I appearance and the warmth of the weather have combined to produce In me a desire for sleep. Hut before I hand you over to the care of the sportsmen who stand so patiently be hind you, hero are one or two remarks I wish to make. Let mo say at once (hat on the subject of Capital and La bor I am supremely Ignorant. You will thereforo bo spared nny disserta tion on the subject. But; from an ex haustive study of the ledger which now lies upon the table, and a fairly inti mate knowledge of Its author's move ments. 1 nnd my friends have been put ti the Inconvenience of treading on you. v "There arc many things, we know, which are wrong In this Jolly old coun try of ours; but given time and the right methods I am sultlclently op timistic to believe that they could bo lut right. That, however, would not suit your book. You dislike the right method, because It leaves all of you much where you wcro before, Kvery single one of you with the solo pos sible exception of you, Mr. Tdrrnnce, and 'you're mad Is playing with revo lution for his own ends: to make mon ey out of It to gain power. . . . "Let us stnrt with Peterson your leader. How much did you say ho do manded, Mr. Potts, aH the price of rev " olutloujj" With a strangled cry Peterson siu-nng up as the American millionaire, removing his mask, stepped forward. "Two hundred nnd fifty thousand puids, you swine, wns what you asked Shu," The millionaire stood confront ing his tormentor, who dropped back H. his choir with n groan. "And when refused, you tortured me. Look at tn.v tjiumb." With n cry of horror tho others sit ting tt tho table bolted at tho mangled Ilcsh, nnd then nt tho mon who had donv It. This, ovon to their mind, was filing too far. "Tlfen thero was the same sum," continued Drutnmontl, "to come from llwklng, tho American cotton mnn half German by birth; Stelncmnnn, tVi German coal mon; Von Gratz, the (inrninn steel man. Is that not so, Pterson?" It was an arrow at a venture, but It hit the mark, and Pe terson nodded. S ono million pounds was tho stake this benefactor of hummnnlty was playing for," sneered Drummond. VOno million pounds, as tho mero price of u nation's life-blood. . , ll'U at nny rato ho had tho merit of ptuying big, whereas the rest of you mini, and tho other beauties so ablv catalogued In that book, messed ubout an Ills beck and cull for packets of trolls eyes. Perhaps you labored un- dcr the delusion that you wero fool ing him, but tho whole lot of you are il d crooked that you probably thought of nothing but your own filthy stins. ."Listen to me." Hugh Drummond'B voice took on a deep, commanding ring, nnd against tbelr will the four Wen looked ut the broad, powerful nohiler, whoso sincerity shone clear 111 his face. "Not by revolutions and direct action will you muke this Island of ours right though I am fully aware that thut Is tho last thing you would wish to see happen. But with your brains, nnd for your own un v wrulmlous ends, you gull tho work Ifigmnn Into believing It. And he, bo oiiuso you can talk with your tongues In your checks, Is led nwoy. Uo bo Hvch you will give him Utopia; whereas, In reality, you nro leudlng hljrt to h 1. And you know It. Kvo lutlon Is our only chance not revo lution; but you, nnd others like you. stand to gain more by tho latter. . . ." Ills hand dropped to his sldo, and he grinned. "Quite a break for me," he re marked. "I'm getting hoarse. I'm now going to hand you four over to the boys. There's nn admirable, but somewhat" muddy pond outside, and Tin mire you'd llko to look for newts, It any of you want to summon mo for assault and battery, my numo Is Druinniond rCnptnln Drummond of Half M4on street. But I warn you vthnt thut book will bo handed Into Scotland Yard tonight. Out with 'em, boys, and glvo 'em h 1. , . , "And now, Carl Peterson," he re marked, as tho door closed behind the Just of the struggling prophets of u lic-iv world, "It is time thut you and I . Ketllrtf our little account, Isn't It?" Tl master-criminal rose and stood .a(Miig hlit). Apparently ho had com lilctoij recovered himself: the hand with which he lit his cigar was as steady as n rock. "I congratulate you, Captain Drum mond," he remarked suavely. "I con fess I have no-.ldea how you managed to escape from the somewhat cramped position I left you In Inst night, or how you have managed to Install your own men in this house. But Thnvo even less Idea how you discovered about Hocking and "the other two." Hugh laughed shortly. "Another time, when you disguise yourself ns the Comto do Guy, remem ber one thing, Carl. For effective con cealment It Is necessary to change other things besides your face and figure. .You must change your man nerisms nnd unconscious little tricks. No I u;on't tell you what It Is that gave you away. You can ponder over It In prison." "So you mean to hand me over to the police, do you?" said Peterson slowly. "I see no other course open to me," replied Drummond. The sudden opening of the door made both men look ' round. Then Drummond bowed, to conceal a smile. . "Just In time, Miss Irmu." Tho girl swept past him and con fronted Peterson. "What haa happened?" she panted. "Tho garden Is full of people whom I've never seen. And there were two 'But Whero Is Ho?" Said tho Through Dry Lips. Girl, men running down the drive covered with weeds and dripping with wa ter." " Peterson smiled grimly. "A slight setbnek has occurred, my dear. I have made a big mistake a mlstako which has proved fatal. I nave underestimated tho ability of Captain Drummond; and ns long ns I live I shall always regret that I did not kill him tho night he went explor ing In this house." Fearfully the girl faced Drum mond ; then she turned again to Peter sen "Where's Henry?" she demanded "That again is a point on which I am profoundly ignorant," answered Peterson. "Perhaps Captain Drum- mond can enlighten us on that also?' "Yes," remarked Drummond, "I can: Henry 1ms had an nccldent. After I drove him back from the duchess last nigni' mo gin gnve a cry, ami re tcrson steadied her with his arm "wo had words dreadful words. And for a long time, Carl, 1 thought it would be better If you and I had slml lar words. In fact, I'm not sure even now that It wouldn't be safer In tho long run. . . ." "But where Is he?" said the girl, through dry Hps. "Where you ought to be, Carl," an swered Hugh grimly. "Where, soonor or later, you will be." He pressed the studs In the niche of the wall, and tho door of the big safe swung open slowly. With scream of terror the girl sank half fainting on the floor, and even Peter son's cigar dropped on the floor from his nervous Hps. For, hung from the celling by two ropes attached to his arms, was tho dead body of Henry Lnktugton. And oven ns they wntched It, It sagged lower, and one of the feet hit sullenly against a beautiful old gold vase. , , , "My God I" muttered Peterson. "Did you murder him?" "Oh, nol" answered Drummond "Ho Inadvertently fell In the bath ho got ready for me, and then when he ran up the stairs In considerable pain that Interesting mechanical device broke Ills neck." "Shut the door," screamed tho girl "I can't stand It." She covured nor faco with he hands, shuddering, whllo tho door slowly swung to again. ;f "es. remarked Drummond thought Cyril McNefle "SaPPer" Copyright by Geo. n. Do ran Co. fully, "It should he an Interesting trial. I shall have such a lot to tell them about the little entertainments here, and all your endearing ways."' With the big ledger under his arm he crossed the room and called to some men who were standing outside In the hall ; and as the detectives, thoughtfully supplied by Mr. Green, entered the central room, he glanced for the Inst time at Carl Peterson and his daughter. Never had the" cigar glowed more evenly between the hiius-tcr-crlmlnnl's Hps; never had tho girl Irmn selected a cigarette from her gold and tortoise-shell case with more supreme Indifference. "Good-by, my ugly onel" she cried, with a charming smile, ns two of tlu men stcpjied up to her. "Good-by." Hugh bowed, and n" tinge of regret showed for a moment In his eyes. "Not good-by, Irma." Carl Peterson removed his cigar, and stared at Drummond steadily. "Only nu revolr, my friend; only au revolr." EPILOGUE. "I simply can't believe it, Hugh." In the lengthening shadows Phyllis moved a little nearer to her husband, who, quite regnrdless of tho publicity of their position, slipped an arm around her wnlst. ' "Can't believe whnt, darling?" he demnnded lazily. "Why, that all that awful night- mure Is over. Lnklngton dend, and the other two In prison, and us mar led." They're not actually In Jug yet, old thing," said Hugh. "And somehow ." he broke oft and stared thought fully at a man sauntering past them. To nil nppearar.'ces he was a casual visitor taking his-evening wnlk nloifg the front of the well-known seaside resort so Inrgely nddlctcd to honey moon couples. And yet . . . wns he? Hugh laughed softly; he'd got suspicion on the brnln. "Don't you think they'll be sent to prison?" cried the girl. "They may be sent right enough, hut whether they arrive or not is a different mntter. I don't somehow see Carl picking onkum. It's not his form.' For a while they wero silent, occu pied with "matters quite foreign to such trifles as Peterson and hfs daugh ter. "Are you glad I answered your ad ertlsement?" Inquired Phyllis nt length. "The quostlon Is too frivolous to deserve an answer," remarked her hus band severely. "But you aren't sOrry It's over?" she demanded. "It Isn't over, kid; It's Just begun." He smiled nt her tenderly. "Your life and mine . . . Isn't It Just wonder ful?" And once again tho man sauntered past them. But this time he dropped a pleco of paper on the path, Just at Hugh's feet, and the soldier, with a quick movement which he hardly stopped to analyze, covered It with his shoe. The girl hadn't seen tho action ; but then, as girls will do after such remarks, she was thinking of other things. Idly nugh wntched the snun terer disappear In the more crowded pnrt of te esplanade, and for a mo ment there ennio onto his face n look which, hnpplly for his wife's peace of mind, she failed to notice. "Let's go nnd eat, and after dinner I'll run you up to the top bf the head land. . . ." Together they strolled back to their hotel. In his pocket was tho piece of paper; and who could bo sending him messnges In such a manner save one man a mnn now awaiting his trlnl? In the ball he stayed behind to In quire for letters, and a mnn nodded to him. "Heard the news?" he inquired. "No." said Hugh. "What's hap pened?" "That man Peterson and the girl have got away. No traco of 'em." Then he looked at Drummond curious ly. "By the way, you had something to do with that show, didn't you?" "A Httlo," smiled Hugh. "Just a lit tie." - ATolleo hound to catch 'em again," I'Rhtinuell the other. "Can't hide your self these dnys." And once again Hugh smiled, as he drew from his pocket the piece of pn per : "Only nu revolr, my friend; only nu revolr." He glanced at the words written In Peterson's neat writing, ana the smile broadened. Assuredly lift) wns still good; assuredly. . . . And Into nn nsh tray nearby he dropped a piece of paper torn Into a hundred tiny fragments. - "Was that a love-letter?" she de manded with assumed Jealousy, "Not exactly, sweetheart," he laughed back. "Not exactly." And over tho glasses their eyes met "Hero's to hoping, kid; hero's to hoping." TUB KND. Falsehood, llko the dry rot, flour Ishes.tho more. In proportion ns air and light are excluded. Uiateby. Stories of Great Scouts By ELMO SCOTT WATSON (. 1D11, Woatarn Newppr Union.) MAJOR SAM McCULLOUGH'S LEAP FOR LIFE Fort Henry wns n little stockade built for the protection of the settlers of West Virginia against tho British and Indiana during the Wnr of tho Revolution. It stood on tho Ohio river near tho present site of Wheel ing. In tho summer of 1777 when It was besieged by a strong force of sav ages, MaJ. Sam McCuilough, a noted border leuder, left Fort Pitt at the head of 40 men to raise the siege. Coming in sight of the fort, McCul lough's men made a dash for the gates and passed through them In safety, al though the Indluns made a desperate effort to cut them off. Major McCui lough held buck to cover the retreat of his men until they were safely with in Its wnlls and delayed sq long that the redskins succeeded In getting be tween him und the fort. Setting spurs to his horse, tho ranger lender dashed for a hill back of the fort. At Its top he met another band of Indians and at the sumo time a third group approached him from another direction. Tho Indians wero now on three sides of him. On tho other was a high precipice projecting over Wheeling creek, 800 feet below. The ranger was cornered. The Indians raised a yell of triumph as they closed In on htm. But when they snw McCuilough turn his horse toward the cliff, they stopped In amnzement. Urging his horse to n dead run, the scout dashed toward the precipice. At the brink of the chasm lie drove home tho spurs nnd as his mount flew Into the air braced himself In the saddle. The first leap was a clear drop of CO feet, but both horse and rider wero uninjured as they landed on the steep bank. Then slipping and sliding for 250 feet more, they came to the creek bottom. As the Indians rushed to the edge of the precipice expecting to seo the crushed forms of horse and man far below, they were astonished at the sight of tho mnjor, still upright In the saddle, plunging into the creek nnu riding up the other side to safety. Within n few hours he was back at Tort Pitt, organizing n larger expedi tion to march to Fort Henry. Five years later as Major McCul loUgh and his brother were riding along a road near Van Metre's fort, uususj)ecJIpK dnflger, .ilifiJ' rode direct; ly into nn Indian nnibusb. "'TfilsTlme' McCullough's horsemanship could do him no good. A dozen Indian rifle shots rang out nnd Sam McCuilough fell dead. CAPTAIN SAM BRADY AND HIS FAMOUS LEAP Capt. Sam Brady was a member of at fighting family which made history on the Pennsylvania border during the Indian wars after the Revolution. Captain Brady's greatest exploit took place In Ohio. Ho had been captured by the Indluns nod carried to the San dusky Towns, headquarters for ull .the Ohio tribes, where the savages pre pared to burn him at the stake. He was stripped, bound to u post and slow tires kindled around him, for the Indians hated him so much that they wished to torture him as long as possible. Brady was a powerful man and he strained at his fetters until they wero loosened slightly. Then with a flnul effort he snapped tho last bond, leaped across the barrier of Qauie and, seizing a squaw, pitched her Into the Are. Before the Indians could recover from their surprise, the scout escaped from the vlUugc and plunged into the woods, hotly pursued by hundreds of savages. Finally he came to- the Cuyahoga river, near tho present Bite of Kent in Portage county. At this place the river flowed be tween steep, rocKy banks, feet across from side to side. Tho scout was trapped. There was no other placo for miles up and down the river where ho could ford It. The Indians wero closing In on him nnd his only chnnce of escape was to try to leap across the chasm. Brady could hear the. savages yell ing In the woods only a short distance away ns he rnn bnck townrd them to cot a good start. Then turning, ho sped for the brink and putting all his falling strength into n iinai spurt, ho sprang for tho opposite cliff, nis Jump wns n little short and ho struck the bank a few feet below tho edge. Tho Indians stopped In amnzement, then ns tho scout scrambled up over tho edge, they opened tire. They wounded him In tho leg, delay jng.hls flight, nnd In n short time wero on his heels again. He came to a lake and plunged In. Stooping beneath tho broad pads of a water Illy, he breathed through a hollow reed while tho sav ages hunted In vain on the shores of the lake. They found his bloody trail to tho water's edge and, believing that bo had drowned rather than be cap tured again, gave up tho chase. Soon afterward Brady renched Fort PRt in snrety, no nau many mpre thrilling ndvontures before his death on Christmas day, 1705, but. his 2'J-foot leap across tho Cuyahoga was the greatest feat of all. CHICAGO WOMAN STOLEN BY FIJIS Rescued by Posse Headed by Her Husband After Exciting Experience on Island 8an Francisco. Kidnaped for ran som, carried into a sandalwood forest In the mountainous region of ono of the FIJI Islands nnd rescued by a posse headed by her husband was tho thrilling experience related by Mrs. Jules Whatley of Chicago on her ar rlvul on the steamer Tahiti. "One beautiful evening I was walk ing In the garden of our hotel at Suva when eight natives accosted me," Mrs. Whatley said. "One placed a, handkerchief In my mouth while the others tied by hands Carried Her Into the Back Country. nnd feet. They then carried me out Into the back country. "Several attendants of the hotel saw the nbductlon nnd notified my husband. Mr. Whatley Immediately organized a posse and gave chase. For over six hours they followed the troll of my captors until they came upon a hut where I was being held hostnge. "The bandits plnnned to hold mo prisoner until my husbnnd pnld a ran Bom. I overheard them discuss their designs. I wns threatened with death should I make an outcry nnd a guard was placed over me until dawn, while the others slept. Tlieyssemeu- to'-'UW-Tiartlcularlor- fascinated with my hair, nnd the way they acted It wns npparent that blondes were Infrequent visitors to the Island. "Fortunately ray husband foiled tho plans. With his posse he broke In the doors and after n smnll skirmish res cued me." MOONSHINE AIDED HER SONS Mother Sold Liquor to Keep Boys In School, She Tells Oregon Judge. Portlnnd, Ore. Mrs. Lena Mnyson- wanted her two children to go through school, so she had to find a wayto make enough mouey, she testified in court. A Making moonshine whisky proved the most profitable undertaking she could engage In but the police dls covered her still and shot holes In the profits. "I couldn't make enough money with my rooming house, Judge," she said, "and I simply had to got my children through school. I've been buying them clothes nnd everything." Judge Delch, however, hnd Informa tion to contradict the woman's plea and denounced her for saying she Was providing for the children when sho was only buying them extras. The Judge sentenced Mrs. Mayson to five days In Jail and to pay ?2O0 fine on tho ove of tho graduation from grammar school of the two youngsters. Girl, Stood on Head by Pastor,. Sues. Washington. Pretty Mrs. Anna M. Lowndes, seventeen years old, Is suing Rev. B. Duckett for standing her on her head. She seeks $10,000 damages. She said that the minister held her prisoner for 30 minutes, during which time ho stood her on her head, "caus ing her great pajn and mental an guish." Black .Bear Interrupts Ball Player's Angling Freeland, Pa. John Novak, a professional biisebal! player and former football stltr, while trout fishing In Hays creek heard a rustling In tho bushes on the op posite bonk nnd saw a full-sized black bear as It Jumped Into tho water and swnm toward him. The bear, after emerging from the water, took a drink from tho stream nnd then proceeded quietly on Its way Into tho woods. Novak gave a terrific yell, causing the bear to strike a faster gult until It was out of sight. A NEW FIRM. A lipnnerv owner In ft Now Homt- shlre town, a short while ngo, on his wny to the railroad station with tho day's consignment of eggs to several, commission merchants of Boston, was hailed by a genlnl neighbor: "Who ye sendln' them nigs to, Cnrl?" tho neighbor wnnted to know. "Oh, various and sundry." the egg rnlser replied. "Got n new customer, hey? Pleased ter hear It." In Line for s Fee. The Motorist Say, friend, my en gine's stalled. Think you can help me find out whnt's the mntter with It? Constnblo Tnlltlmber I enn, but I won't Just now. I enn't pinch you for .spcedln', but In ten minutes Pll fix up your engine nnd then pinch you for parkin' hero too long. mm0 BETWEEN THEMSELVES Mrs. B. Men are such brutes! Mrs. C. Aren't they? What was It your husband refused to buy for you today? Didn't Start IL ' His wife reproved him sharply When he his razor cursed. 'Why don't you scold the blade J" he eald. it lost its temper Hrst." Genius In tho Films. "I know you for n writer of cenlus. We must hnve more such In the movies." "rthnnk-ybu." " 1 uw i jiuvu uu ieet 01 a ureman 8 pnrnde, 150 feet of bathing girls at rf Long Bench nnd 300 feet of tho I?d'0- " Ynrdvnrd gnme. Kin you wjrrto'me n story or genius nround pemr-Fiiai Fun. Bluebeard Explains. The Interviewer Why did you ns- sasslnate nil your wives ns soon ns the honeymoon was over? Bluebeard You see, I'd promised to love each one as lOng as she lived, and no matter what other sins I've committed, I never disappointed a -lady. Something Wrong. Husband Mabel, I know where I con buy a pound of sugar for five cents. Mabel What's the matter with It? Natural Then. "Some early Influence has made him erratic, I'm sure." "ne yus born under a crazy quilt, I've been told." Judge. OR HE WOULDN'T HAVE ; Dl IIMfiPn WlfeyjPSw least you were oensl ble on your wedding day. Hubby: On the contrary I was Insensible. Why It Fell. The tower of Babel Insecure Was from thestart unlawful. Materials wer'ofvory poor And the building graft was awful. Safety First. WIgg "Girls don't burst into tears as easily as they used to." Wagg "No; they'vo learned that crying ruins the modern complexion." London Answers. Between Girls. "Where IsCholly?" "On a bislnes8 trip to California. 1 hopo he won't ranke love to any of those western girls." "Why so? Any practice ho gets will ne neipnu wnen ne returns." And Wants It. Wyse A burned child dreads tho Are. Guyse In spite of which tho raotlu still continues to puzz round the flame. London Answers. Hi w Il