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SYNOPSIS.
/•Mad** Dan Maitland, on reaching his
N* vs York bachelor club, met an attrac
tive- young woman at the door. Janitor
‘/Hagan assured him no one had been
"'•thin that day. Dan discovered a wom
an's linger prints in dust on his desk,
along wiili a letter from his attorney.
Maitland dined with Rannerrnan. his at
torney. Dan set out for Greenfields, to
get his family jewels. During his walk
t" the country seat, he met the young
woman in gray, whom he had seen leav- i
ine his bachelors’ club. Her auto bad I
broken down, lie fixed it. By a ruse she I
‘’I• #si' him. Maitland, on reaching home,
surprised lady in gray, cracking the safe
‘•niaining his gems. She. apparently.
b'«.k him for a well-known crook. Daniel
Anisty Half-hypnotized, Maitland opened
his safe, took therefrom the .jewels, and
gavt them to her. first forming a part
nership in c rime. The real Dan Anisty.
sought by police of the world, appeared
"*i tl • same mission. Maitland overcame
him. He met the girl outside the house
;u;d they sped on to New York in her an
te. He had the jewels and she promised
!*• meet him that day. Maitland received
a "Mr. Snaith,” introducing himself as a
de fective. To shield the girl in gray, t
Mail land, about to show him the jew- i
Hs. supposedly lost, was felled by a blow !
from “Snaith’s” cane. The latter proved
to te Anisty himself and lie secured the
gems. Anisty, who was Maitland’s dou
bly. masqueraded as the latter. The
riininal kept Maitland’s engagement with
th» girl in gray. He gave her the gems.
aft< r falling in love at first sight. They
w re to meet and divide the loot. Mait
land revived and regretted missing his
engagement. Anisty, masquerading as
Maitland. narrowly avoided capture
through mysterious tip. The girl in gray
visited Maitland's apartments during his j
absence and returned gems, being dis- j
covered on return. Maitland, without j
■ esh. called up his home and heard a
woman’s voice expostulating. Anisty.
disguised as Maitland, told her his real J
identity and realizing himself tricked
fried to wring from her the location of
the geir.s.
CHAPTER X.—Continued.
“By the powers. 1 forgot for a mo
ment! So yen thought me Maitland.:
eh? Well, I'm sorry I didn't under
stand that from the first. You’re so
f quick, as a rule, you know—I confess
you duped me neatly this afternoon—
that I supposed you were wise and
k only afraid that I’d give you what you
deserve. If they had sent any one but
that stupid ass, Hickey, to nab me, I'd
be in the cooler now. As it was, you
kindly selected the very best kind of
a house for my purpose; 1 went!
straight up to the roofs and out !
through a building round the corner.” I
But the shock of discovery, with its I
attendant revulsion of feeling, had
been too ntueh for her. She collapsed
suddenly in the chair, eyes half closed,
face pallid as a mask of death.
Anisty regarded her in silence for a
meditative instant, then, taking up
the lamp, strode down the hall to the
pantry, returning presently with a
glass brimming with an amber-tinted,
effervescent liquid.
■‘Champagne." he announced, licking
his lips. “Wish I had Maitland’s
means to gratify my palate. He knows
good wine. Here, my dear, gulp this
down,” placing the glass to the girl's ;
lips and raising her head that she |
• might swallow without strangling. j
As it was, she choked and gasped. I
but after a moment began to show .
some signs of having benefited by the |
k draught, a faint color dawning in her ;
cheeks.
“That's some better,” commended j
the burglar, not unkindly. “Now, if j
you please, we'll stop talking pretty j
and get down to brass tacks. Buck up. !
now, and answer my questions. And |
don’t he afraid; I'm holding no great j
grudge for what you did this after-'
noon. I appreciate pluck and grit as i
, much as anybody, I guess, though I do j
think you ran it pretty close, peach
ing on a pal after you'd lifted the
jewels. By the way, why did you
do it?”
'Because— But you wouldn't under
stand if I told you.”
i suppose not. i m not mucn goon |
splitting sentimental hairs. But Mail-'
land must have been pretty decent to
you to make you go so far. Speaking
< I which, where are they?”
"They?”
"Don't sidestep. We understand one
another. I know you’ve brought back
the jewels. Where have you stowed
i hem ?”
The wine had fulfilled its mission,
endowed her with fresh strength and I
renewed spirit. She was thinking 1
^ quickly, every wit alert.
“1 won't tell you.”
“Won't eh? That's an admission
that they're here, you know. And you {
may as well know I propose to have j
'em. Fair means or foul, take your j
pick. Where are they?” *
"I have told you I wouldn't tell."
"I've known pluckier women than
you to change their minds, under pres
sure.” He came nearer, bending over,
face close to her, eyes savage, and
gripped her wrists none too gently.
“Tell me!”
"I.et me go.”
He proceeded calmly to imprison
both small wrists In one strong, bony
hand. "Better tell.”
"Del me go!” she panted, struggling
tfi rise!
His voice took on an ugly tone, j
"Tell!"
She was a child in his hands, but ]
managed nevertheless to rise. As he j
a| plied the pressure more cruelly to ,
her arms she cried aloud with pain ;
and, struggling desperately, knocked,
the chair over.
It went down with a crash appalling j
!y loud in that silent house and at
that hour; and taking advantage of his
instant of consternation she jerked
free and sprang toward the door. He
was upon her in an instant, however,
hard fingers digging into her shoul
kticrs. "You little fool!”
“No!” she cried. ‘‘No. no, no! Let
me go, you—you brute!—
Abruptly he thought better of his
methods and released her, merely put
ing himself between her and the door
way.
"Don't he a little fool,” he coun
seled. "You kick up that row and
you'll, have us both pinched inside of
^ the next .five minutes.”
7 Defiance was on her tongue s tip,
but the truth in his words gave her
pause. Palpitating with the shock,
every outraged instinct a-quiver, she
His Voice Took
subdued herself and fell back, eying
him fixedly.
"They’re here," he nodded thought
fully. "You wouldn't have stood for
that if they weren't. And since they
are. I can find them without your as
sistance. Sit down. 1 shan't touch
you again."
She had scant choice other than
to obey. Desperate as she was, her
strength had been severely overtaxed,
and she might not presume upon it
too greatly. Fascinated with terror,
she let herself down into an easy
chair.
Anisty thought for a moment, then
went over to the desk and sat himself
before it.
"Keys," he commented, rapidly in
ventorying what he saw. "How'd you
get hold of them?”
"They art* Mr. Maitland's. He must
have forgotten them.”
The burglar chuckled grimly. "Co
incidences multiply, it is odd. That
harp, O'Hagan, was coming in with a
can of beer while I was picking the
lock, and caught me. He wanted to
know if I'd missed my train for Green
fields,'and I gave him my word of hon
or I had. Moreover, I'd mislaid my
keys and hud been ringing for him for
the past ten minutes. He swallowed
every word of it. By the way, here's
a glove of yours. You certainly man
aged to leave enough clews about to
insure your being nabbed even by a
New York detective."
He faced about, tossing her the
glove, and with it so keen and pene
trating a glance that her heart sunk
for fear that he had guessed her se
cret. But as he continued she re
gained confidence.
"i could teacn you a tning or two,
he suggested, pleasantly. "You make
about as many mistakes as the aver
age beginner. And. on the other hand,
you’ve got the majority beaten to a
finish for ’cuteness. You’re as quick
as they make them."
She straightened tip. uneasy, op
pressed by a vague surmise as to
whither this tended.
"Thank yon," she said, breathlessly,
"but hadn't you better—"
"Plenty ot time, my dear. Maitland
has gone to Greenfields and we've sev
eral hours before its. look here, little
woman, why don't you take a tumble
to yourself, cut out all this nonsense,
and look to your own interests?"
"I don't understand you." she fal
tered, "but if—”
"I'm talking about this Maitland
affair. Cut it out and forget it. You're
too good-looking and valuable to your
self to lose your head just all on ac
count of a little moonlight flirtation
with a good looking millionaire. You
don't suppose for an instant that
there's anything in it for yours, do
you? You're nothing to Maitland—
just an incident: next time he meets,
the baby-stare for yours. You can
thank your lucky stars he happened to
have a reputation to sustain as a vil
lage cut-up. a gay, sad dog. always out
for a good time and hang the expense!
Otherwise he'd have handed you yours
without a moment's hesitation. I'm
not doing this up in tin-foil and tying
a violet ribbon with tassels on it. but
I'm handing it straight to you; some
thing you don’t want to forget. You
just sink your hooks in the fact that
you're nothing to Maitland and that
he's nothing to you, and never will be,
and von won't lose anything—except
illusions.”
She remained quiescent for a little,
hands twitching in her lap, torn bv
conflicting emotions—fear of and aver
sion for the man, amusement, 'chill
horror bred of the knowledge that he
was voicing the truth about her, the
truth, at least, as he saw it, and—and
as Maitland would see it.
’"Illusions?” she echoed, faintly, and
raised,her eyes to his with a pitiful
attempt at a smile. “Oh, hut I must
3n an Ugly Tons.
have lost them, long ago; else I
shouldn't be—”
"Here and what you are. That's
what I'm telling you.”
She shuddered imperceptibly; looked
down and up again, swiftly, her expres
sion inscrutable, her voice a-tremble
between laughter and tears: "Well?"
”Kh?" The directness of her query
figuratively brought him lip ail stand
ing, canvas flapping arid wind out of
his sails.
"What are you offering me in ex
change for my silly dream?” she in
quired, a trace of spirit quickening her
tone.
'A fair exchange, I think—some
thing that I wouldn't offer you if you
hadn't been able to dream." He
j paused, doubtful, clumsy.
"Go on." she told him, faintly. Since
j it must come, as well he over with it.
"See here." He took heart of
j desperation. "You took to Maitland
! when you thought he was me. Why
! not take to me for myself? I'm as
I good a man, better as a man, than lie,
! if 1 do blow my own horn. You side
with me, little woman, and—and all
j that—and I'll treat you square. I
! never went back on a pal yet. Why,”
I brightening with enthusiasm as his
gaze appraised her. "with your looks
ami your cleverness and my knowl
edge of the business, we can sweep
the country, you and I.”
"Oh!" she cried, breathlessly.
"We'll start right now." he plunged
on, misreading her; ’'right now. with
last night's haul. You'll chuck this
addled sentimental pangs-of-conscience
lay, hand over the jewels, and—and
I'll hand 'em back to you the day we’re
married, all set and—as handsome a
wedding present as any woman ever
got."
She twisted in her chair to hide her
face from him, fairly cornered at last,
brain a-whirl devising a hundred
maneuvers, each more helpless than
the last, to cheat and divert him for
the time, until—until—
The consciousness of his presence
near her, of the sheer strength and
might of will-power of the man, bore
upon her heavily; she was like a child
in his hands, helpless. She turned with
a hushed gasp to find that he had risen
and come close to her chair: his face
was not a foot front hers, his eyes
dangerous: in another moment he
would have his strong arms about
her. She shrank away, terrified.
"No, no!” she begged.
"Well, and why not? Well?”—
tensely.
"How <lo I know? This afternoon 1
outwitted you, robbed and sold you
for—for what you call a scruple. Hott
can I know that you are not paying me
back in my own coin?”
“Oh, but little woman!" he laughed,
tenderly, coming nearer. “It is be
cause you did that, because you could
hold those scruples and make a fool
of me for their sake, that I want you
Don't think I’m capable of playing
with you—it takes a woman to do that
Don't you know.”—he bent nearer and
his breath was warm upon her check
—“don't you know that you're too rare
and fine and precious for a man tc
risk losing? Come now!"
“Not yet." She started to her feet
and away. “Wait. There's a cab!”
The street without was echoing with
the clattering drum of galloping hoofs
“At this hour!” she cried aghast.
“Could it he—”
“No fear. Besides—there, it's
stopped.”
"In front of this house!"
“No, three doors up the street, at
least. That's something you must
learn, and 1 can teach you—to judge
distance by sound in the darkness—’
“But I tell you.” she insisted, re
treating before him, "it's a risk. There
did you hear that?"
"That" was the dulled crash of the
front door.
Auisty stepped to the table on the in
stant and plunged the room in dark
ness.
"Steady!" he told her evenly |
“Steady. It can't be—but take nc
chances. Go to the trunk closet ant
get that window open. If it's Mait
land,"-—grimly—-“well. I'll follow.”
"What do you mean? What are you
going to do?"
"Leave that to me. I've never bee:
caught yett”
Cold fear gripped her heart as. in i
flash of intuition, she divined his in
tention.
"Quick!" he bade her, savagely
"Don't you want—”
"I can't see," she invented. "Where's
the door? I can't see.”
"Here."
Through the darkness his fingers
found hers. “Come,” he said.
"Ah!”
Her hand closed over his wrist, and
in a thought she had (lung herself be
fore him and caught the other. Ir
the movement her hand brushed
against something that he was hold
ing; and it was cold and smooth anc
hard.
“Ah! no. no!" she implored. "No!
that, not that!”
With an oath he attempted to throw
her off. but. frail strength magnified
by a fury of fear, she joined issue witl
him, clinging to his wrists with tht
tenacity of a wildcat, though she was
lifted from her feet and dashed this
way and that, brutally, mercilessly
though her heart fell sick within het
for the hopelessness of it, though—
I -
CHAPTER XI.
“Dan”—Quixote.
Leaving the hotel. Maitland strodt
quietly but rapidly across the cat
tracks to the sidewalk bordering tht
park. A dozen nighthawk cabbies bort
down upon him, yelping in chorus. Ht
motioned to the foremost, jumped intt
the hansom and gave the fellow his
address.
"Five dollars,” he added, “if yot
make it in five minutes.”
An astonished horse, roused from t
droop-eared lethargy, was yanked al
most by main strength out of the cab
rank and into the middle of the ave
nue. Before he could recover, tht
long whip-lash had leaped out ovet
the roof of the vehicle, and he fount
himself stretching away up the avenut
on a dead run.
Yet to Maitland the pace seemet
deadly slow. He fidgeted on the seat
in an agony of impatience, a dozei
times feeling in waistcoat pocket foi
his latch keys. They were there, ano
his fingers itched to use them.
By the lights streaking past ho
knew that their pace was furious, ami
was haunted by a fear lest it shoulc
bring the police about his ears. Ai
Twenty-ninth street, indeed, a dreatn
ing policeman, startled by the uproar
emerged hastily from the sheltering
gloom of a store entrance, shontet;
after the cabby an inarticulate ques
tion, and, getting no response, un
sheathed his night stick and loped uj
the avenue in pursuit, making tht
locust sing upon the pavement art
every jump.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
PRICE OF LAMARTINE’S POEM
Pecuniary Value Which the French
Poet Put Upon His Work.
The Paris Gaulois tells a good story
of Lamartines estimate of the pe
cuniary value of his poetry.
It was in 1*84S, when he was at the
acme of his glory and a cabinet min
ister. He had just contributed "La
Marseillaise de la Paix” to the Revue
des Deux Mondes, and Buloz, the
editor, called on him at the ministry.
"I believe I owe you £80. Here is the
money,” said Lamartine, producing
a bundle of banknotes.
"Pray deduct the amount of the
Revue s indebtedness to you for your
poem,” said the editor.
“I meant to- make you a present of
it,”-rejoined the poet.
"Not at all; 1 insist upon paying
you.”
"How much?"
"Your own price, whatever it may
I be."
"Ah. Well; if you will have it so .
must oblige you,” said Lamartine: ani
with a magnificent gesture he swepl
up the whole bundle of notes repre
seating the i'SO ar.d restored them
with solemn dignity, to his pocket.
No Need To.
"Do you know that Mr. Thompson ;
was just speaking to?” asked the lady
at the tea. party of the one standins
next to her.
“Oh, yes.”
"F. suppose he says those sweet
things to ail the women he meets?” i
"No; ho never says them to me.”
"indeed.! And you know, him?”
"Oh,' yes; Dm Lis wtife!”—Stray
Stoviaa.
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Pleasant for Mr. Bennett.
William S. Bennett, a representa
tive from New York city, went to ad
dress a political meeting in his dis
trict one night, when he was much
younger than he is now.
"The chairman,” said Bennett, “was
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Died in Good Company.
A clergyman, who was not averse
to an occasional glass, hired an Irish
man to clean out his cellar. The irish
man began his work. He brought
forth a lot of empty whisky bottles,
and a« he lifted each one looked
through it at the sun. The preacher,
who was walking on the lawn, saw
him and said: “They are all dead
ones, Pat.” "They are?” said Pat.
“Weil, there is one good thing about
it—they all had the minister with
them when they were dying."—Tid
Bits.
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He found, he says. that, a monster
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shook.
.Mr. Middlebrooks bought an anchor,
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to bait 100 hooks, and will try to save
his property by capturing the bull
frog.—Winsted (Conn.) dispatch to
New York World.
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