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Then lie hur ried off with Harvey to the. latter’s hotel. “Tell me what it all means,” lie demanded of his friend, while he lathered his face and revelled in the luxury of a careful shave. “How did you know 1 was stuck there in Viatka, and what happened then? I want to know every thing.” The correspondent looked up at him blankly. “I’d rather expected, Jimmy, that you’d be able to tell me something when you had the chance. I know nothing more than this.” He brought out a crumpled telegram which had been stuffed in his pocket and spread it nut. Jimmy scanned the brief lines with interest. It was addressed to Harvey, and read: “Jimmy Brandon racing around world. Held up by authorities. Viatka. Frame up. Effect his release im mediately.” J he message was unsigned. “I got to work right away,” Harvey explained, while his friend stared into tlie mirror. “I knew you were on the way, of course, and had pla med to meet the Trans-Siberian when it got in this morning, just to wish you luck. But after this, 1 hurried over to the English charge, and from there, armed with all sorts of papers, to the Narkomindel. It took me about an hour to learn about a sus picious message from Omsk!” “From Omsk!” The breath hissed between Jimmy's teeth. “Clmck, one of these days I’m due for a half hour session with that little playmate of mine. 1 haven’t the slightest doubt that it was Austin ling ers who framed this.” “Nor I,” agreed Harvey promptly. “Nor has the Nar komindel. But who the deuce —!” “That message?” Jimmy smiled. “I wish I knew, Chuck.” He drew a deep sigh. “I sure wish L knew. She’s the sort you dream about and write about, but never see. I haven't seen her yet, really, but—” “She?” Harvey interrupted. “Is the girl friend in on all this, too?” L cion t Know. moaviv, enjoying his friend’s sut prise and getting a certain enjoy ment out of the recital, Jimmy went over the situation and the part the mysterious lady had played in this strange race around the globe. “She’s everything,” he fin ished. “Aviatrix, adventurer, sportswoman. Everything I’ve ever thought was barred to a woman!” “Is this all straight?” Har vey gasped. “Positive.” Jimmy squashed his cigaret and put away the shaving things. His features had undergone a change while he sat staring at the carpet. “Chuck, Avhen does that Trans Siberian get in?” “In a few minutes. Why?” Jimmy stood up. “I’ve de cided to have a little talk with my friend Rogers. I never knew how crooked a man could he till I knew him. It’s time this business stopped, and I'm Choosing Leaders For War a Gamble War Is a gamble, as much in the Duality of military leaders as in anything else. Anti if a war is pro longed. few are the instances in which a man who leads a nation Into battle remains to lead it to victory, usually a country enters with some mad heroic pv, portions in the popular mind to head :as ar mies But in the stress cf conflict his peace time reputation faces and some comparatively unknown leari •- 'vnmes un t,r> take command. Jo going to put nun in sucn a con dition that it will!” But Harvey caught his arm as he was reachinig for uis hat. “No, you don’t!” the cor respondent exclaimed. “You'll mess everything. It' you want lingers where he'll behave, leave him to me. I've already taken care of him, and I’ve got to leave in a second to finish the job.” “What do you mean?” Jim my halted. “1 mean that, if I have my way- and the Narkomindel theirs, you’ll he able to loaf right into New York with Rog ers sittin’ pretty in the Mos cow bastille!” “Wait a minute!” Jimmy commanded. “Nothing crook ed here, Chuck. You haven’t got anv i king on lingers. ” “Neither have you.” Harvey retorted, “but I notice you’re aching for a punch at him. But v,got enough on him to bold him until you get a nice start.” “Jt won’t do,” Jimmy averred, cooling. “I won’t use his methods under any circum stances. lie's got to have the breaks.” •‘lie's had ’em all!” scoffed the correspondent. “Look 1m re, Jimmy, you’ve got noth ing to do with this—nothing whatever. If lingers has been spoofing the foreign office, it’s an offense against the govern ment, and there's every reason to suspect that he has. Now— try and stop the F. O. when it. gets started. Even you can’t do that, old thing.” Jimmy accepted this news with a frown, lie was unwill ing to win by a default; yet this race was already a thing of catch-as-eateh-can. He had played fairly. If Austin Hog own petard, there was no J slightest element of unfairness in it. Besides, the thing had gone too far now. Jt was a i matter between Rogers and the soviet government. Chuck Harvey stood at the door. “This is in my hands now—don't forget that,” he said. “You’ve had nothing to do with it from the begin ning, except to be somewhat tin1 victim. Smoke that for a while. I ll he at the field to wisli you bon voyage!’’ With that, he was gone. .Tim my stared at the closed door for a moment, and then shrugged. Half hour later, after a quick breakfast, he grabbed his bag, and set out for the field in a ear furnished by the news syndicate, which llarvey had sent there. Ho was fresh and eager, ready for the arduous last lap of the journey ahead of him. Concerning Rogers’ fate, he refused to al . low himeslf to become interest I Oil Another giant Junker was being warmed up when he ar rived, 15 minutes before it was scheduled to start. Jimmy found his transportation await ing him at the office, lte dawdled over a eigaret, aware that the time was growing short and wondering what could he detaining Harvey. It. was exactly five minutes before seven, while the Junk er’s motors were roaring warn ing]}'. that a high-powered ear swept on to the field ami 1 a eloud of dust anil Jimmy saw Austin Rogers spring out to ward the ticket office, a wallet in his hand. Jimmy sidled closer, while his rival, ignor ant of bis presence, demanded transportation, shoving large Russian hills hurriedly across the counter. The first notion Rogers had of his presence came when Jimmy, drawing deeply on his eigaret. smiled and murmured: “Detained again, I see." Rogers swung about abrupt other words, the war produces Its own leaders. It was so in our own Civil war. with the tailure of such a man as McClellan and the final arrival of Giant and Sheiman. At the begin ning oi the \Vond war. Engianu en tered with a legend of greatness to the British empire But Kitchener was a failure, as French was more or less a failure, and at the end the previously unknown leader of caval rv. Haic. was commanding the mil lions of England. And so in vhe cate of Italy, whose leader of reputed military genius is near death. Field Marshal Cadorna was to the Italians what Kitchener ly ana uiterea a snarp ejncu lation of utter amazement. It was all that Jimmy needed to prove that the other exp* »d anything but his presence iiere Rogers thought him salfe un der custody in Yiatka. Gradually, the stupefaction that had flooded the million aire’s features cleared. It wa^ replaced by a glint of hatred buried deep in his dark eyes. “You—!” Jimmy waited, his features expressionless, while Rogers recovered a grip on himself. “You’re clever, at that. Brandon,” he managed to smile. “Damned clever. But we’re not yet in New York!” “And you’re not yet out of Moscow,” put in Jimmy, “One of these days, Rogers, you’re going to overstep yourself in your crookedness.” Rogers shrugged and half turn m1 toward the customs of ficials who were waiting. Jim my watched him speculatively. It had been quite an effort for him to refrain from a physical attack upon his enemy. The other’s brazen disregard of his own blackguardism infuriated him. It was actually as though he felt that his wealth gave him the right to do completely as he chose. But as Jimmy was turning away, warned by the roar of the Junker’s motor, his alien- . tion was arrested by the sight of another motor car dashing across the field. It i: ew up with screaming, smoking brakes a few yards from the customs officers, to let Chuck Harvey leap free, two Moscow militiamen at his heels. Rogers looked up with sur prise as the correspondent laid a hand on his shoulder. The customs men glanced at the police, at Harvey, and then drew back. “What the devil do you want!” Rogers exclaimed. “You, mostly,” murmured the correspondent. “I’m in a hurry, young man,” retorted the millionaire. “Also, I don’t know you. And I’m not particularly certain tli at I i ike you.” He turned throwing off the detaining band on bis shoulder. “I'm afraid you don’t un derstand, my friend,” Harvey drawled “The fact is—you’re under arrest. I simply came along to translate the fact into your language.” “Arrest?” Roger’s swarthy features turned pallid. “Right the first time,” the correspondent agreed. “I’m glad 1 shan’t have to trans late. And to end the suspense, the charge against you is—con spiracy and the giving of false and libellous information to the Russian foreign office.” As though to settle the mat ter, the two militiamen ranged on either side of Rogers. The latter’s pallor deepened. lie glanced fearfully toward the waiting plane on the field; at that moment, the deep-throated motors roared a final warning. Jimmy was just entering. Fie turned, smiling, and saw his rival take an involuntary step j forward. Jimmy tossed a cheery adieu. “Good luck, old son!” called Harvey, after him. “I’ll see that your little playmate gets entertainment.” As the door swung shut be hind him, Jimmy looked up with surprise at the mechanic on the step. A rather grimy sheet of paper, folded twice, was slipped into his hand. “What—?” The mechanic shrugged im perturbably. “From a lady, m’sieu. That is all.” The Junker was already roaring off ove" the field. Jim my hesitated, before seeking his scat* sweeping the passen gers with practiced eves. No, his lady of the narcissus was not present. Why had he not thought of her before? he de manded of himself. She had been on Rogers’ train; he might, had he gauged his time well, have met her face to face when she alighted. But she was not bound for Berlin via Konigsberg. Did it was to England. When he took com I mand in 1915, probably no one in ! Italy doubted that he would bring victory. But that command ended in 1917 in disaster at Caporetto and | the well-nigh undoing of the Ital ian nation. Into the swirl of the de bacle stepped Armande Diaz, whom none would have chosen in thr beginning over Cadorna, the man with a military reputation Bui ' Diaz proved the greater leader and the recovery of Italy under him was one of the amazing develop ments of the war. At the end. Italian arms were sweeping back the Aus j trians. You may probe as far as you ’.ike mean triat tier snare in ‘‘t- u<iau ended here, in Moscow? He knew in advance that the soiled sheet of paper which the mechanic had handed him was from her. When lie found his seat, it was with a thrill of an ticipation that he caught the scent on the sheet, which even the mechanician’s grease and handling had not entirely de stroyed. Opening the paper he read: “I’ll stay behind and keep an eve on Rogers. Luck I” Another unsigned message, to go beside the others, over his heart. But now that their paths seemed to diverge, Jim my found himself more puzzled than formerly. Evidently she was not making the complete circuit that he was. And more —this meant that her presence there was solely in his inter ests. if she would drop out now and wait behind in Moscow just to be eprtair. of his rival Who could it be? Jimmy racked his tired, sleep-starved brain in quest of one acquaint ance lie might have made in all his years of wandering—one. woman who could have cared enough to do this. There was no answer. Slowly, in spite of his efforts to concentrate on the mystery which seemed deepening as each new meridian was left be hind, Jimmy fell into a slum her, the throb of the motors in his oars and the rush of wind against the body of the plant like a far-off, remembered lul laby. For three and a half hours he rested, during the flight to Smolensk, where ht was handed a message from Chuck Harvey. It read: riaymate sateiy incarcer ated under serious charges pending investigation. Out charming millionaire is now more definitely opposed to so cialism than ecer before. 1 suggested he leave in will an endowment to Rand institute and only iron bars saved my life. Cheerio and luck. Chuck.” Smiling to himself over Har vey’s tersp commentary, Jim my fell asleep again, until ho was aroused by the tearing of the Junker’s wheels and tail skid into the dust of the land ing field at Kovno. An hour and a half later lie found him self walking stiffly across the. field at Konigsberg, with two and a half hours to spare be fore his train departed for Ber lin. (TO BE CONTINUED) GROUNDDEEDED FOR U. S. GRAVE Washington, (AP)—Through the gift of the French village of Moyen moutier of the ground occupied by the grave of Lieut. Thomas R Plummer of New Bedford. Mass, a controversy of 10 years comes tc an end. Unlike most American families whose sons fell in France the Plum mers strongly desired that Lieuten ant Plummer’s body be left in the little French cemetery where it was buried two days before the Armis tice was signed and a few days be fore the croix de guerre awarded him by the French government was received. inis causea tne unwinding or much red tape. Lieutenant Plum mer. although 50 years of age when the war broke out, enlisted in the American Red Cross and was as signed to the French village of Moyenmoutier just behind the French lines. There he did such valiant work that he was beloved by the entire population of the village They buried him with highest ho» ors in their own village cemtery, His death was the result of unsel fish devotion to sick and wounded French soldiers. When the work of removing American soldiers’ bodies to gov ernment cemeteries in this country and France began Lieutenant Plum mer’s grave was one of the few isolated ones marked “Do not dis turb.” The government could not leave soldiers’ bodies without definite title to the land or without assurance that graves would be properly cared for. however. After much inter change of correspondence between the town council of Moyenmoutier, the cemetery division of the quar termaster corps of the U. S. Army and the family of Lieutenant Plum mer, the problem was solved with receipt of the title to the ground occupier' by the grave. Into this elusive thing called per sonality. but you don't know tha powers of man, or the weaknesses of a man, until he is tried in the whita heat of some great undertaking Choosing a leader is more or less at a gamble. -♦-♦ I I'i.Jr’ Lucky Guy. From Passing Show. “So you have broken off your en gagement to Mr. de Vere?” “Yes. I found his love was not strong enough to stand ail the lit tle troubles of everyday life." “What made you think that?" “He was quite angrv every time darling little Fifl bit bi3 teg*.