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THE STOUT SO FAR: More ♦’ in
100,000 foreign troop* which had been
secretly transported to Mexico suddenly
invaded the United States. Intelligence
Officer Henning bad discovered their
plans while a spy In Mexico City where
be had gained the confidence of Fincke
and Bravot, two enemy officers, but his
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warning! had gone unheeded. The Pres
ident was killed when Washington was
bombed. General Brill, commander of
the U. S. army tn Texas, was opposed
by greatly superior forces led by Van
Hassuk. In spite of Brill’s desperate
resistance, Van Hassek's troops pushed
relentlessly forward. Returning to Wash
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In g ton, Bennlng met Flncke who had
come there to do espionage work for his
government. Bennlng continued to pore
as a friend, and proceeded to Investi
gate a mysterious gold mining company
operating In New York. He Believed U
waa a “front" for a vast spy ring.
Now continue with the story.
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CHAPTER XIV
Benning left the hotel at nine
o’clock and walked to the Empire
State Building. During the night he
had collected available information
of the Andes Gold Mining and Mill
ing Company. The firm had been
operating in New York far ten years
past. It was a small but regular
dividend payer, was not listed on
the stock exchange, and had con
formed to all laws and requirements
in regard to its operations and trans
actions. Simon Salvatore, a Chile
an, had recently taken over as man
aging director.
On reaching the forty-fifth floor,
Benning went direct to the compa
ny’s offices and stepped inside.
A fat roly-poly of a man with cat
like smirk stamped on his round face
came up to Benning at once to
search him with small round eyes
that glinted suspicious appraisal
through horn-rimmed glasses.
“I am Mr. Oldfer, office manag
er,” he said in an ingratiating purr.
“Is there something I can do for
you?”
"I am a stockholder,” Benning
said, intent on completing his recon
naissance of the room in the short
est possible time. "I wish to in
quire if it is true the company is dis
posing of two mines, the Palacio
Quatres and the Silver Sabers?”
Oldfers upper teeth gnawed nerv
ously at his lower lip at this blunt
identification of the visitor as a Van
Hassek agent.
“Maybe,” Oldfer hesitated, “you
want to see Senor Salvatore?"
"Nonsense!” Benning said with
authority. "You say you are the of
fice manager and I have just intro
duced myself fully. I’m in a great
hurry, Oldfer."
Benning stepped decisively past
the fellow and went to the open
”B” cabinet at which a ruddy clerk
of Slav features was working. While
Oldfer pattered up with muttered
protests, Benning thumbed through
the Baltimore entries. Ramsey, Rin
gold, Rosser, Rouse, Rumbolt He
noted that after each listed stock
holder there were symbols purport
ing to show number of stock shares
held, dates of dividend payment, and
other littered data.
His eye caught the pertinent de
tail that in the Baltimore file, as
compared with other files through
which he hurriedly skimmed, there
were many more entries on each
card. Baltimore, headquarters of
the Army’s Third Corps Area, and
flanked by some of the Army’s im
portant arsenals and secret prov
ing grounds, was a logical beehive
of espionage activity.
“Very good, your Baltimore file
shows the proper activity," Benning
announced, turning abruptly away to
face Oldfer. “Thank you for your
courtesy.”
"Senor Salvatore will be here very
soon,” Oldfer said. “It is necessary
that you talk with Mr. Salvatore be
fore you leave.”
“Tell Salvatore,” Benning said,
scowling at his watch, “that I’ll be
back by eleven at latest. Just now
I’m in a hurry.”
“Oh, no, but you will wait,” Old
fer whined. “Ja, you will wait, or
Senor Salvatore would never forgive
me.” He turned to one of his clerks
and cried, “Here, Backropp, you will
keep the gentleman company until
Mr. Salvatore arrives!”
A barrel-chested man whose squat
legs, long angular face, and flail
like arms gave him the aspect of an
orangutan, stepped forward with a
nod. The others moved closer. Ben
ning saw that only by force might
he pass out the door of the Andes
Gold Mining and Milling Company.
Numbers were against him.
"All right, Oldfer,” he yielded with
annoyance, "I’ll wait a reasonable
time.”
Backropp escorted Benning into
the Salvatore private room behind
the main office, where he indicated a
seat in front of Salvatore’s mahog
any desk. Backropp sat down close
by and folded his ponderous arms
across his chest. Two others of Old
fer's men quit their work at the files
to take position just outside the Sal
vatore door. Benning saw that he
was as definitely a prisoner as if he
had been bound and gagged.
Benning waited, impatiently con
sulting his watch from time to time.
Barely fifteen minutes had passed
before he heard someone enter the
office from outside. He rose and
walked to an open window, Back
ropp watching him narrowly. Casu
ally he selected a cigarette from his
case, lighted it, took two quick puffs
and cast it out the window.
"It’s a long way down to the street
from here. Backropp,” he said, lean
ing out for a brief survey below.
Benning saw a yellowish phosgene
smudge trail out behind his falling
cigarette and turned back to Back
ropp.
"It’s not so far down,” Backropp
muttered, "if you don’t wait to take
a elevator.”
Out in the office Oldfer was speak
ing in a tremulous voice.
"Ja, Senor Salvatore, he may be
all right,” Oldfer said anxiously.
"He introduced himself, but I don’t
like the way he nosed about Into our
things, so I have him waiting for
you.*’
Salvatore strode into the room, an
erect, saturnine man in morning
coat, striped trousers, and lurid
neckwear. Even in the shock of rec
ognition, Benning’s startled mind
flashed to a whim of professional
observation. This man’s presence
confirmed his every suspicion of the
Andes Gold Mining and Milling
Company. Salvatore was Gaujos, the
masquerader with whom he had
traded shots at San Antonio, the man
who as Colonel Bravot had been his
chief of section in Van Hassek espi
onage service at the Palacio Na
cional.
Bravot sat down at his desk and
fixed his gaze on his visitor. In his
cold, blunt eyes there showed no rec
ognition of the American agent
whom he had glimpsed at San An
tonio and failed to recognize in Mex
ico City.
“What explanation have you to of
fer of your visit here?” Bravot in
quired.
“I’m here from Mexico City, Colo
nel Bravot." Benning answered with
"A ponderous hand closed over
Benning’s mouth.”
calm assurance. "1 have identified
my;. .If and am prepared to do so
again. The precise nature of my
mission I am not permitted to dis
close to you. Beyond that I’ve noth
ing to say.”
Without taking his eyes from Ben
ning, Bravot slowly opened a drawer
of his desk and brought out an auto
matic pistol.
As he leveled the weapon across
the desk Bravot’s left hand went to
a call button which sent a rasping
summons into the outer office. Old
fer came in at once.
“We have had a close call, Old
fer,” Bravot said. He passed his
left hand across his forehead, now
wet with perspiration. “This man
is an Army Intelligence agent who
shot at me once, and whom I stu
pidly overlooked in Mexico due to
my preoccupation with other mat
ters."
Benning heard the outer door
open. Oldfer, terror leaping into his
little eyes, jumped across the room
and slammed Bravot’s door. Ben
ning sprang to his feet, but the ape
like arms of Backropp were about
him in an instant with all the crush
ing force of motor-driven prongs. A
ponderous hand closed over Ben
ning’s mouth and shut off articula
tion.
Benning felt himself lifted clear
of the floor by a strength against
which his own sinews were power
less Backropp carried him across
the room to the Bravot concrete
vault that lay open behind heavy
steel doors The ape-man hurled him
inside with a stunning violence and
heaved the doors shut.
Benning picked himself up and
shook his head to clear his wits from
the shock of his fall. Only the habit
of self-discipline saved him from
panic as he found himself engulfed
in this black, steel-encased void. He
heard the vague click of bolts as the
door was locked, then silence.
He felt about the interior of his
prison and estimated its dimensions
as some six feet wide by ten feet
in depth.
He knew that rescue depended
largely upon that phosgene cigarette
he had tossed out the window as a
signal to Intelligence operatives be
low. He argued that they had caught
the signal; it must have been G-2
men who invaded the Andes office
at the critical instant of his impris
onment.
His ears strained for sound, but
there was only silence. He tried kick
ing at the foot-thick steel doors, but
there was no response. It came
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to him that in the heart of a great
city, with it* teeming millions, he
was as completely sealed away a*
a dead man in a tomb.
Out in the offices of the Andes
Gold Mining and Milling Company a
blunt new crew had taken over, head
ed by Lieutenant Colonel Wallace,
corps area Intelligence officer. Three
of Wallace's officers were checking
through the company records, three
others were standing guard over
four glum prisoners.
This sharp transfer of authority
had been accompanied by a brief,
tragic violence. In a corner of the
office, covered by a rug, lay the
body of Backropp. A bullet from
Wallace’s pistol had been needed to
end Backropp’s resistance.
’’All right, Oldfer.” Wallace
threatened the cowering fat man
who sat in front of him. “I’ll give
you one more chance to remember
the combination to that safe. If you
do remember, I’ll make it an intern
ment camp, if you don’t I’ll have you
hanged inside a week!”
He lifted his wrist to his eyes and
glanced at the time. "I’ll give you
exactly thirty seconds more to de
cide whether you live or hang.”
Ten seconds had passed when the
office door opened. Safe expert* re
ported in to tackle the job of open
ing the vault Oldfer was jolted into
decision by knowledge that if the
man in the vault emerged alive, the
jig was up with him.
“I’ll open it!” he cried, leaping
to his feet. “Ja, I’ll open the safe,
if you promise me I don’t hang for
it!”
Oldfer fairly raced to the steel
doors and nervously fingered the
combination. In his excitement three
trials were necessary to complete
the combination. Colonel Wallace
seized the door and pulled it open.
Benning was lying on the floor, his
right hand clutching a small pocket
notebook.
Wallace lifted the unconscious man
to a sofa in the Salvatore room. A
medical officer, who had been hur
ried in from Governor’s Island, took
pulse and temperature and applied
stimulants. In a minute Benning
opened his eyes and, on orienting his
mind to the whirling gray world
about him, attempted to sit up.
“The captain will be all right
shortly,” the doctor predicted. "It’s
just as well, however, you got him
out of there without much more de
lay.”
Half an hour later Benning in
sisted on getting to his feet. His
legs were wobbly under him, the
slow, steady throb of his pulse re
verberated in aching temples. But
he waved the medico aside and went
into the office where Wallace and his
men were working.
“Here, Benning, you'd better take
it easy,” the corps area G-2 chief
admonished.
“I’m feeling better," Benning an
swered. “What’s the score now,
Colonel?”
Colonel Wallace was effervescent.
“The Andes Gold Mining and Mill
ing Company,” he exclaimed, "is
the most valuable mine in the world
right now. No question about it,
we're headed for the biggest spy
roundup in history.”
“Where’s Bravot?” Benning want
ed to know. "Bravot, alias Salva
tore.”
The glow of Wallace’s face van
ished into gloom. “Pretty bad luck,
Benning," he said heavily. “He man
aged to slip out his private door as
we entered. I had Lieutenant Crane
guarding the hall. Salvatore killed
him with a small automatic and was
lucky enough to catch a cage down
before we could get out there. By
the way, Benning, when you feel up
to it, Colonel Flagwill wishes you
to call him at the War Department."
Benning checked through the haul
of records. There was no need of
cryptographers on the job. In a false
bottom of Bravot’s desk, Wallace
had unearthed a code book which un
locked the symbols.
The first estimates showed seven
teen thousand cards of stockholders.
Many of these were innocent pur
chasers, Wallace thought from the
first results of his check, but there
was evidence of thousands of ene
my agents, scattered in important
posts and positions throughout the
United States.
An hour later Benning went to
the McAlpin. His legs still lacked
strength and he took a cab for the
short ride. Upstairs in his room he
called Flagwill, who was on the line
promptly.
“Glad you’re all right, Benning,
you had us worried!" Flagwill ex
claimed. “A great piece of work,
simply great! Report back as soon
as you feel like traveling, Benning."
Flagwill’s voice trailed into gravity.
“Things are looking pretty black
right now—and we’ve got to find out
what's ahead of us. General Hague
suggested—well, if you think you’ve
a chance at it—thought you might
learn something—in Mexico. Of
course, we’ll let you decide.”
“Very good, sir," Benning assent
ed. “I’ll report In Washington an
the next available plane."
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Tailored Silk Suits, Dresses
Reflect Beau Brummel Styles
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
A FASHION that appeals to
best-dressed women
everywhere is the suit or cos
tume tailored of either black
or navy silk faille. There Is
a refinement and ladylikeness
about these tailleurs that women
love.
There is a patrician look about the
suavely fitted, smartly detailed silk
costumes in the illustration. You
will be hearing much during the
coming weeks about the Regency
period fashions to which contempo
rary designers are turning for ideas
or new inspiration. Our style crea
tors are translating these cos
tumes of the “dandies," who gloried
in molded waistlines, peplum flared
coatees, wide picturesque cuffs, fas
tidiously frilled waistcoats and
wrist lingerie frills, into practical
contemporary fashions, such as are
here shown.
The black silk faille suit to the
left in the picture reflects the Re
gency influences of the Beau Brum
mels of the past In its neat slender
waistline, accented by a peplum sil
houette, flared collar and cuffs and
beruffled lingerie accents. The
enormous felt hat is especially chic
in that it typifies a smart, new mil
linery trend. These hats are par
ticularly pretty in pastels, worn
with either navy or black spring cos
tumes.
The simplicity of the silk crepe
dress to the right in the trio is a
master stroke in costume design as
interpreted this season by foremost
designers. Note the new longer
waistline. It is just this type of
dress that Invites lingerie accents.
With a gown or coat dress of this
sort, you can change it entirely with
new accessories. Note the white
frills in the sleeves.
Black wool and silk faille adapt
well to the lines of the dressmaker
suit centered in the group. The
Jacket features the new dropped
shoulder yoke, with bracelet length
sleeves and unpressed pleated pep
lum. Unpressed front pleats intro
duce new skirt interest The blouse
is of white mousseline de soie.
Another type of silk costume suit
that is a leading fashion is the red
ingote ensemble. The great advan
tage is that the redingote can be
worn either with its companion
dress of faille or crepe or with print
frocks. Many of the new redingotes
are strictly tailored in straight slim
lines. Others depart from the
straight and narrow path by intro
ducing front pleats and sometimes
back yokes to give freedom across
the shoulders.
Very smart, too, are black or navy
silk coats, elaborately braided down
the fronts. Also, a striking new note
are glittering Jeweled buttons, fast
ening the jacket of simple black or
navy silks. Many flower buttons in
realistic colorings are used on the
new silk tailleurs.
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Print-Bow Trim
The ingenious use of print with
plain is outstanding fashion news for
spring. Especially attractive and
chic is a new print silk bow tech
nique used in jacket and bodice
fastenings, as illustrated. The black,
white and golden yellow silk print
is striped horizontally for the dress,
with the stripes applied in bands to
the black wool jacket. Unpressed
pleats give subtle fullness to the
skirt. This model shows that the idea
of print with plain is being used
with refreshing originality.
Shades of Deep Purple
Seen in Spring Fashions
Purple and violet and kindred
shades are color features being
highlighted this spring. Many suits
and cape costumes are tailored of
purple or violet-toned tweeds this
spring. Topped with a fetching lit
tle straw chapeau, trimmed in vio
let, with violet boutonniere to
match, this ensemble sings fashion’s
spring song.
The new lavenders and purples go
charmingly with navy. Lots of
white frills on a navy suit, navy or
violet felt hat with violet flower trim
and you’re ready for the sun! Lav
ender veils or light green ones are
accessory "musts” with purple en
sembles.
Bright Red Colors
Red is registering one of the big
gest color triumphs of the season.
Young girls “dote” on the new red
coats and jackets, some of which
fasten with military brass buttons.
Prints with red backgrounds are
creating a sensation. Some are pat
terned with navy or black or beige
and green motifs. You really must
have a red print frock.
It’s the fashion to match hat and
handbag this season. Try carrying
out the idea in red straw or fabric,
and don’t forget to add a rt$i veil.
You will like red accents with your
navy suit or redingote ensemble, and
red accessories will add an exotic
touch to your new beige outfit.
Chinese Hats
A custom among Chinese maidens
is to wear clusters of flowers at each
side of the head. It is this pretty
headdress which has given inspira
tion for a new fashion that some
predict will develop into an impor
tant vogue during the coming
months. A noted American mil
linery designer has devised a band
that curves to fit the head. This is
covered with ribbon, and at each
side flowers or ribbon bows are at
tached. You wear this fitted bandeau
like little girls used to wear round
combs. This is a real help to those
who prefer to go hatless.
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Massacre in Modoc-Land
IN Crown Hill cemetery in Indian
* apolis, Ind.. stands a massive
monument which bears this simple
inscription: "Edward Richard
Sprigg Canby, Brigadier General
and Brevet Major General, U. S.
Army." This grassy wooded hillside
in the Middle West is a far cry from
a wild and desolate region out on
the Pacific coast—the Lava Beds of
southern Oregon. Yet there is a
connection between these two widely
separated places.
In 1872 a little band of Modoc In
dians, led by Chief Kei-in-to-poses,
commonly known as Captain Jack,
left the reservation because the
Klamath Indians there refused to let
them live in peace. They returned
to their ancestral homes on the Lost
river and when the military was
called upon to drive them back, they
fled to the Lava Beds, where they
inflicted heavy losses upon the sol
diers in several engagements.
For several months this "war"
dragged along until the government,
having failed to whip the Modocs.
decided to try another method of
conquering them. A peace commis
GEN. E. R. S. CANBY
•Ion, composed of General Canby,
commander of the Department of
the Pacific, Rev. Eleazer Thomas,
a Methodist minister, and two for
mer Indian agents, A. B. Meacham
and L. S. Dyar, was sent to settle
the difficulties. After several unsat
isfactory conferences, another meet
ing was arranged for April 11,
1873, to be held in the Modoc strong
hold near Tule lake.
The commissioners, accompanied
by Frank Riddle, a frontiersman,
and his Modoc wife, Tobey Riddle
(Wi-ne-ma, the “Woman Chief’’), as
interpreters, were to meet Captain
Jack and his warriors, unarmed and
under a flag of truce. Meanwhile a
plot had been hatched among the
Modocs to murder the peace com
missioners. At first, Captain Jack
refused to have anything to do with
the scheme. But when his warriors
put a woman’s hat and shawl on
him and taunted him for being a
coward, he finally consented.
No sooner was the plot laid than
it was betrayed to Tobey Riddle by
Tobey Kiddle
one of her Modoc
friends and she
immediately
warned Canby
against keeping
his rendezvous
with the Indians.
His reply was that
of a soldier: “It
is my duty to go.”
He did not be
lieve the Modocs
would carry out
their purpose with
so many soldiers
near at hand. The other commis
sioners were not so sure and one of
them proposed that they go to
the meeting armed. This Canby
also refused to do.
So they set out for the Indian
stronghold. The insolent behavior
of the warriors soon convinced the
commissioners that Tobey Riddle’s
warning had been a true one. The
climax came when one of the Mo
docs demanded that all the soldiers
be removed from the country and
Canby refused to grant the demand.
A moment later the Indians drew
concealed weapons and opened fire.
Canby, Thomas and Meacham were
shot down. Dyar and Riddle fled
for their lives with the bullets whis
tling around them. Tobey Riddle
was clubbed to the ground but Cap
tain Jack intervened to save her life.
When a warrior started to scalp
Meacham, who was still alive, she
cried out "Soldiers coming!” Her
quick wit saved Meacham’s life, for
the murderers immediately fled.
The tragedy of the Lava Beds was
over.
• • *
Later Captain Jack and his war
riors were captured when some of
the very Indians, who had called
him a coward and forced him to con
sent to the attack on the commis
sioners, turned traitor and revealed
his hiding place in the Lava Beds
to the soldiers. He and three oth
ers named Schonchin John, Black
Jim and Boston Charley were placed
on trial for the murder of Canby and
Thomas. On October 3, 1873, they
were hanged at Fort Klamath and
140 others were sent to Oklahoma
as prisoners of war.
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By RUTH WYETH 8PEARK cjj
T'HE pink and green chintz cov
ered boxes on these closet
shelves are lined with plain green
cambric and they are hinged so
that the front may be opened with
out taking off the lid. Any box of
good stiff cardboard may be
hinged and covered in this way.
Library paste may be used or wall
paper paste mixed with as little
water as possible to make it
spread smoothly with a paint
Tcut with h
SSarr fabric
I AROUND SIDES
OF BOX AMO
UO THEN
iSTE PIECES
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IATERIAL
brush. Adhesive tape or other
strong gummed fabric tape will
be needed to hinge the boxes.
Cut the box lid straight across
with a sharp knife three inches
in from the front edge. Cut out
the front of the box and hinge the
pieces in placet Now, cut and
paste the covering pieces, as di
rected in the sketch. Apply the
paste on both the back of the fab
ric and the box and smooth the
material in place with a dry, clean
cloth. Cover sides first with fab
ric straight around and about Vi
inch over edges; then cover top
and bottom; then the inner sides
with the plain fabric inch be
low the edges and % inch over
the top and bottom; then cover
the top and bottom inside.
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