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! THE ENCHANTED BARN
copyright 1918. t»> J. B. Upplficott Co.
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Outside laborers were busy
building up a terrace, where a
witle cement-floor piazza with
foundations and low stone walls
•was to run across the entire front.
Another chimney was rising from
4.he region of the kitchen. A
white enamel sink with a wide
drain-shelf attached appeared
next, with sigus of a butler's pan
try /between kitchen and dining
room. A delightful set of china
cdose.t doors with little diamond
panes that matched the windows
was put in one corner of the din
ing room, and some bookcases
with sliii.ng doors began to de
velop along the walls of the Jiv
ing room. Down in the basement
A man was fitting stationary tubs
for a laundry, and gut J?Oth the
jirsOioer and“slteond bath ropms
were being made. If the place
hadn’t been so big, the workmen
would have got in one another’s
way. Closets big and little were
liping put in, and parts of a hand
some staircase were lying about,
luntil you wouldn’t know the
place at all. Every evening the
old servant and .the neighbor
next door, who used to rent the
.old barn before he built his own
nwrew one, came together to look
over what had been accomplished
. /during the day, and to discourst
v. vrpnp !Jii* worl<l and the
-y’TfifJers pi if. The farmer, in
fact, learned a gPMtt deal about
anodern improvements, and at
once set about bringing some of
them to bear upon his own mod
est farmhouse. lie had money in
.the bank, and why shouldn’t he
‘“Jiave things convenient for
Sally t
When Sidney Graham reached
the city ou Monday morning he
scarcely took time to read his
mail in the office and give the
aiecessary attention to the day’s
. work before he was up and off
again, flying along the Glenside
Hoad as fast as his car would
carry him. Ilis mind certainly
was not on business that morning.
He was as eager as a child to see
iiow work at the old barn was
progressing, and the workmen
stood small chance of lying down
on their job that week, for he
meant to make every minute
count, no matter how much it
cost. He spent a large part of
Monday hovering about the old
barn, gloating over each new sign
of progress, using his imagination
on more things than the barn.
Hut when Tuesday arrived an ac
cumulation of work at the office
in connection with a large order
that had just come in kept him
close to his desk. He had hoped
ito get away in time to reach Glen
side before the workmen left in
the afternoon, but 4 o’clock ar
rived with still a great pile of let
ters for him to sign, before his
work would be done for the day.
Ho lmd just signed his name
for the 49t.h time and laid his pen
down with an impatient sigh of
relief when the telephone on his
desk rang. He hesitated. Should
be answer it and be hindered
again, or call his secretary and
let her attend to it while he
clipped away to his well-earned
respite 1 A second insistent ring,
However, brought him back to
duty aud he reached out and took
up the receiver.
“Is this Mr, Sidney GrahamT
Long distance is calling!”
The young man frowned im
patiently and wished he had sent
for his secretary. It was prob
ably another, tiresome confab on
that Chicago matter, and it really
wasn’t worth the trouble, any
way. Then a small scared voice
at the other end of the wire
spoke:
“Is that, you, Mr. Graham!
Well, this is Carol. Say, Mr.
Graham, I'm afraid something
fuvful has happened tto Shirley 1
I don't know what to do, and I
thought I’d better ask you.” Her
voice broke off in a gasp like a
Aob.
A cold chill struck at the young
tnan’s heart, and a vision of Shir
ley battling with the ocean waves
•was instantly conjured up.
“Shii^ey! Where is she! Tell
me, quick I” he managed to say,
j though the words seemed to stick
tin his throat.
, “.She’s <jown at Washington,”
Answered Carol. “Mr. Barnard
ptioned her last night. There was
something special nobody else
could take notes about, because
it was for a government contract,
And has to be secret. Mr. Bar
nard asked her to please go and
tsb) went this morning. Mother
tlidn’t like her to go, but she ad
dressed a lot of postal cards for
Jier to write back, and one came
posimurkeu isaiumoie in this ai'i*
ernoon’s mail, saying she was
having a nice time. But just now
a call came for mother to go to
the telephone. She was asleep
and George was crabbing so I had
to come. It was a strange man in
Washington. lie said he had just
found three postal cards on the
road addressed to mothe”, that
all said ‘Help! Qiek! Two men
were carrying off Shirley and
please to phone to the police.’
He took the postals to the police
station, but he thought he ought
to phone us. And oh, Mr. Gra
ham, what shall l do? I can’t
tell mother. It will kill her, and
how can we helj^Shirley ?”
“Don’t tell mother,” said Gra
ham quickly, trying to speak
calmly out of liis horror. “Be a
brave girl, Carol. A great deal
depends on you just now. Have
you phoned Mr. Barnard? Oh,
you say he’s in Washington? He
was to meet your sister in Balti
more? He did meet her you say?
The postal card said she had met
him? Well, the next thing is to
phone Mr. Clegg and find out if
he knows anything. I’Ll do that
at once, and unless he has heard
that she is all right I will start
for Washington on the next train.
Suppose you stay right where
you are till half-past five. I may
want to call you up again and
need you in a hurry. Then you
go back to the cottage as fast as
you can and talk cheerfully. Say
you went to take a walk. Isn’t
Elizabeth with you? Well, tell
her to help keep your mother
from suspecting anything. Above
all things don’t cry! It won’t do
any good and it may do lots of
harm. Get George off by him
self and tell him everything, and
tell him I said he was to make
some excuse to go down town af
ter supper and stop at the tele
phone office till 10 o’clock. I
may want to call him up from
Washington. Now be a brave
girl. I suspect your sister Shir
ley would tell you to pray.
Goodby.”
“1 will!” gasped Carol.
“Good-by.”
Graham pressed his foot on the
bell under the desk and reached
out to slam his desk drawers shut
and put away his papers. His
secretary appeared at the door.
“Get me Barnard & Clegg on
the phone! Ask for Mr. Barn
ard or, if he isn’t, in, Mr. Clegg.
Then go out to the other phone
and call up the station. Find
out what’s the next express to
Washington. Tell Bromwell to
be ready to drive me to the sta
tion and bring my car back to
tho garage.” '
He was working rapidly as he
talked; putting papers in the
safe, jotting down a few notes for
the next day’s work, trying to
think of everything at once. The
secretary handed him tho phone,
quietly saying, “Mr. Clegg on
the phone,” and went out of the
room.
Excited conference with Mr.
Clegg brought out the fact that
he was but just in receipt of a
telegram from police headquart
ers in Washington saying that a
book with Barnard & Clegg’s ad
dress and an appeal from a young
woman named Shirley Hollister
who-was apparently being kid
naped by two strange men in an
auto, had been flung into a pass
ing ear and brought to them.
They had sent forces in search of
the girl at once and would do all
in their power to find her. Mean
time they would like any infor
mation that would be helpful in
tho search.
Mr. Glegg was much excited.
He appeared to have lost his
head. He seemed glad to have
auother cooler mind at work on
the case, lie spluttered a good
deal about the importance of the
case and the necessity for sec
recy. He said he hoped it
wouldn’t get into the papers, and
that it would be Barnard &
Clegg’s undoing if it did. He
seemed more concerned about
that and the notes that Shirley
probably had, than about the
girl’s situation. When Graham
brough him up rather sharply he
admitted that there had been a
message from Barnard that he
would be detained over night
probably, but he had attached no
significance to that. He knew
Barnard’s usual hotel address in
Washington but hadn’t thought
to phone him about the telegram
from police headquarters. Gra
ham hang up at last in a panic of
fury and dismay, ringing vio
lently for his secretary again.
“The next ♦»-ain leaves at 5
o’clock,” she said capably, as she
entered. “Broinwell has gone
after the car. I told him to buy
you a mileage book and save your
time at this end. You have 40
minutes and be will be back in
plenty of time.
“Good!” said Graham. “Now
call up long distance and get me
nolice headauarters in Washing
ton. Nol Use the phone in fath
er's office please, I’ll have to use
this while you’re getting them.”
As soon as she had left the
room he called up the shore again
and was fortunate in getting
Carol almost immediately, the
poor child being close at hand all
in a tremble, with Elizabeth in no
less a state of nervousness, brave
and white, waiting for orders.
“Can you give me an exact de
scription of your sister’s dress,
and everything that she had with
her when she started this morn
ing?” asked Graham, prepared
with pen and paper to write it
down.
Carol summoned her wits and
described Shirley’s simple outfit
exactly, even down to the little
black pumps on her feet, and
went mentally through the small
hand-bag she had carried.
“Oh, yesl” she added, “and
she had a book to readl One
she found here in the cottage,
it had a red cover and was called,
“From the Car Behind.”
Graham wrote them all down
carefully, asked a few more de
tails of Shirley’s plans, and bade
Carol again to be brave and go
home with a message to George to
be at the phone from 8:30 to 10.
There was no comtort irom
Washington police headquarters.
Nothing more had been discov
ered save another crumpled pos
tal lying along the roadside.
They received with alacrity, how
ever, Mr. Barnard’s Washington
hotel address, and the description
of the young woman and her be
longings. When Graham had fin
ished the hasty conversation he
had to fly to make his train, and
when at last he lay back in his
seat in the parlor «ar and let the
waves of his anxiety and trouble
roll over him he was almost over
whelmed. He had led a compara
tively tranquil life for a young
man who had never tried to steer
clear of trouble, and this was
the first great calamity that had
ever come his way. Calamity?
No, he would not own yet that
it was a calamity. He was hurry
ing to her! He would find her!
He would not allow himself to
think that anything had befallen
her. But wherever she was, if
she was still alive, no matter how
great her peril, he was sure she
was praying now, and he would
pray too! Yes, pray as she had
taught him. Oh, God! If he only
knew how to pray better! What
was it she had said so often?
“Whatsoever ye ask in my
name”—yes, that was it—“I will
do it. ’ ’ What was the talismanic
name? Ah! Christ! “Oh, God,
in the name of Christ—” But
when he came to the thought of
her she was too exquisite and
dear to be put into words, so his
petition went up in spirit form,
unframed by words to weight it
down, wafted up by the pain of
a soul in torture.
At Baltimore it occurred to
Graham to send a telegram to
Barnard to meet him at the train,
and when he got out at” union
station the first person he saw
was Barnard, white and haggard,
looking for him through the bars
of the train gate. He grasped
the young man’s hand as if it
were a last straw for a drown
ing man to cling to, and demand
ed in a shaking voice to know
if he had heard anything from
Miss Hollister.
Une or the lirst questions that
Graham asked was whether Bar
nard had been back to the office
where Miss Hollister had taken
the dictation, to report her dis
appearance.
“Well, no, I hadn’t thought, of
that,” said Barnard blankly.
“What would they know about
itf The fact is I was rather anx
ious to keep the facts from get
ting to them. You see they
warned me that there were par
ties anxious to get hold of those
specifications. It’s government
work, you know.”
“They should know at once,”
said Graham sternly. “They may
have information whieh. would
give iis a clew to follow. The
secret service men are onto a lot
of things that we common mor
tals don’t suspect.”
Mr. Barnard looked mortified
and convinced.
“Well, what have you done so
fart We would better under
stand tach other thoroughly so
as to save time and not go over
old ground. You have been in
communication with police head
quarters, of course T” asked Gra
ham.
“Why, no,” said the older man
apologetically. “You see, I got
| here just in time for the train,
I and failing to find the young
; lady in the station where we had
agreed to nj^et, I took it for
granted that she had used the ex
tra time in driving about to see
a few sights in the city, as I sug
gested, and had somehow failed
to get back in time. I couldn’t
understand it because she had
been quite anxious to get home
tonight. I could have caught the
train myself, but didn’t exactly
like to leave her alone in a
strange city, though, of course,
it’s perfectly safe for a steady
girl like that. Afterward it oc
curred to me that she might have
gotten on the train and perhaps
I should have done so too, but
there was realy very little time to
decide, for the train pulled out
two minutes after I reached the
station. I waited about here for
a time, and then went over to the
Continental, where my sister is
stopping, thinking I would ask
her to stay in the station and
watch for the young lady and I
would go home; but I found my
sister had run down to the shore
for a few days; so I had some
thing to eat and while I was in
the dining room your telegram
came. I was hoping somehow
you had seen Miss Hollister, or
had word from her, and it was all
right.”
One could see the poor man
had no conception of what was
rue to a lady in his care, and
Graham looked at him for a mom
ent with rage, wishing he could
take him by the throat and shake
some sense into him.
“Then you don’t know that
she’s been kidnaped and th po
lice are out on track for her?”
said Graham dryly.
“No! You don’t say!” ex
claimed Barnard, turning white
and showing he had some real
feeling after all. “Kidnaped!
Why—why—how could she ? And
she’s got those notes! Why,
Graham! You’re fooling! Why,
how came you to know?”
Graham told him tersely as he
walked the man over to the tele
phone booths, and finished with:
“Now, you go in that booth
and phone your government man,
and I’ll call up police headquar
ters and see what’s doing. We’ve
got to work fast, for there’s no
telling what may have happened
in the last three hours. It’s up
to us to find that girl before any
thing worse happens to her.”
White and trembling Barnard
tottered into the booth. When he
came out again the sleuth-hounds
of the secret service were on the
trail of Shirley Hollister’s cap
tors.
CHAPTER XXIV.
The ear that was bearing Shir
ley Hollister through the lonely
wooded road at a breathless
speed suddenly came to a halt in
the rear of an old house whose
front faced on another road
equally lonely. During the, brief
time that they had been in the
woods, the sky, seemed to have
perceptibly darkened with the
coming evening.
Shirley looked about her with
increased fright. It was almost
night and here was her prison,
far from town or human dwelling
place. Even the road was at
some distance in front of the
house, and there were more
woods on either side.
“This here is Secretary Bak
er’s summer home,” announced
the man who had done the talk
ing, as he climbed but of the car
and opened the door for her.
“You can just step in the back
door and go through the parlor;
the help’s all out this afternoon.
The secretary'll be down present
ly. lie always takes a nap aft ;r
noons about this time. I’ll tell
him you’ve come.”
There seemed nothing to do hut
obey, and Shirley chose to let the
farce continue. Surely the man
must know she was not a fool,
but it was better than open hos
tility. There was nothing to be
gained by informing him that she
knew he was guying her.
“Oh, Jesus Christ, I trust my
self to you!” she breathed in her
heart as she, stepped across the
leaf strewn grass and looked
about her, wondering whether she,
should ever walk the earth again
after she had stepped into the
dim tree-shrouded house. But
why go in? _
Continued next -week.
A Sente of Duty.
, FYom the Washington Star.
“Do you think the public fully under
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"I didn't make ’em." confided Senator
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to show that I wasn't neglecting the
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/ace every kind of intellectual responsi
bility without flinching.”
Marcel Dupre, organist of Notre Dame
cathedral, leaves soon for the United
States. Dupre Is one of the youngest
of French musicians of great prom
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Mary E. Bayley, R. N., Telle What,
In an Expert’s Opinion, the
Feet Should Be Lil^
Does the great toe of your foot (or
the big toes of both feet) continue In
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witness.
"And were you there at the incep
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"No, sir,” said the rooky, “but T was
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“And when I kissed her I smelled
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“You object to a woman who
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