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©^AUCTION BLOCK A AOVEL or 2HEW YORK LITE I-~^7f ^fREX BEACrt t T ILLUSTRATION 4^ F PARKER. ■ > «',Y8IS. -3— Peter Knlglo cefeate(l%or political of llce In his to->q decides to venture New York in ».r-l#r that the family fortunes might bep'/lt by the expected rise of his charrmr-*'. daughter, Lorelei. A well ksown -rtnc Interviews Lorelei Knight, now jtm+ze beauty with Bergman’s Revue, fo: » special article. Her coin-hunting rrtotlier outlines Lorelei's ambitions, but Slosson. the press agent. later adds his Information. LCrelei attends Millionaire Hammons gorgeous entertainment. She 1'ieets Merkle. «, wealthy dyspeptic. Bob A’harton comes Ucinviteil. r.: J Adoree Demorest is a queer * woman. Nobody really knows \ * anything about her life. She is J t advertised at vicious merely be- # J cause such advertisement at- * * tracts attention to her and $ \ money to the theater owner. Her * * place in this story makes the t t story much better than it would J * be otherwise. Pay heed to Ado- • t ree’s doings, J J.a.J CHAPTER IV—Continued. “Why don't you ask Miss Demorest? She came with you.” Wharton sighed hopelessly. “Some thing queer about that Jane. D’you kuow what made us late? She went to mass on the way down.” “Mass? At what hour?” “It was a special midnight service conducted for actors. I sat in the taxi and waited. It did me a lot of good.” Some time later Merkle returned to find Rotf still animatedly talking: catching Lorelei's eye. he signified a desire to speak with her. but she found it difficult to escape from the intoxicated young man at her side. At last, however, she succeeded, and Joined her supper companion at the farther edge of the fountain, where the tireless enpids still poured water from the cornucopias. Merkle was watching his friend's •on with a frown. “You have just left the personifica tion of everything I detest,” he volun teered. “You heard what his father •aid about raising him—how he taught Bob to drink when he drank and follow In his footsteps. But that isn’t what I want to say to you. Help me feed these foolish goldfish while I talk.” "Do you think anybody would under stand if they overheard you? I fan cied you and I were the only sober ones left.” “Some of the girls are all right.” Merkle eyed hts companion closely. “Don’t you drink?*’ “I have nothing but fny looks. Wouldn’t I be a fo©l to sacrifice them?” "You seem <? be sensible. Miss Knight. Something tells me you’re very much the right sort. I know you’re trying to fet ahead, and—I can help you if you“l help me. I need an agent, and I'll jJhy a good price to the fight person.” "How mysterious!” “I’ll be plain . That affair yonder”— Se nodded toward Jarvis Hammon and Lilas Lynn—“Strikes you as a—well, as a flirtation. It is something very different, for ha's in earnest. He thinks Se is injuring rso one but himself with this business. fJ*d he is willing to pay the price; but {tie fact is he is putting other people itt peril—me among the rest. Nobody outside of a man’s fam ily has the right to question his private life so long as It is private in its con aequences. Bet when his secret con duct affects his business affairs, when \.pe “Why Don’t Y&v Ask Miss Demorest?" it endangers vi?t interests In which others are comvrned. then his associ ates are entitlic to take a hand. Do I make myself dear?” •‘Perfectly. !tht you don’t want me; you want a de'eetlve.” ".My dear cTvPd, we have them by •lie score. We hire them by the year, and they havft told us all they can. We need inside Information.” The girl’s answer was made with her habitual self-posBession. “I’ve heard tlx-nt such things. I’ve heard about men prying into each oth er’s private affairs, pretending to be friends when they were enemies, and using scandal foe business ends. Lilas Lynn is my friend—at least in a way— and Mr. Hammon is my host, just as he is yours. Oh, I know; this Isn’t a conventional party, and Pm not here as a convention guest—Inside the i’ttle coin purse he gave me is a hun dred-dollar bill—-but Just the same, I don’t care to act as your spy.” Merkle’s gra*h attention arrested Lorelei’s burst of indignation. "W il! you believe me,” he asked, “when I tell you that Jarvis Hammon and Hannibal Wharton are the two best friends I have in the world? This is more than a business matter, Miss Knight.” “I can hardly believe that.” “It’s true, however: I mean to serve Hammon. At the same time I must serve myself and those who trust me. I fear—in fact. I’m sure—that he is being used. I’ve learned things about Miss Lynn that you may not know. What you have told me tonight adds to my anxiety, and I must know more.” “What, for instance?" “Her real feeling for him—her inten tions—her relations with a man named Meleher—” "Maxey Meleher?” "The same. Do you know his busi ness?” “No.” “He is a gambler, a political power; a crafty, unscrupulous fellow who rep resents—big people. By helping me you can serve many innocent persons, and, most of all, perhaps. Hammon himself.” Lorelei was silent for a moment. “This Is very unusual,” she said at length. “I don’t know whether to be lieve you or not.” “Suppose, then, you let the matter rest and keep your eyes open. When you convince yourself who means best to Jarvis—Miss Lynn and Meleher and their crowd, or I and mine—make your decision. Tou may name your own price.” “There wouldn't be any price,” she told him, impatiently. “I’ll wait.” Merkie bowed. “I can trust your discretion. Thank yon for listening to me. and thank you for being agreeable to an irascible old dyspeptic. Will you permit me to drive you home when you're ready?” “I’m ready now.” But as Lorelei made her way unob trusively toward the cloakroom she en countered Robert Wharton, who barred her path. “Fairy Princess, you ran away.” he declared, accusingly. “I’m leaving.” She saw that his in toxication had reached a more ad vanced stage. His cheeks were flushed: his eyes were wild and unsteady. “Good news! The night is young: we’ll watch it grow up.” “Thank you, no. I’m going home.” “A common mistake. Others have tried and failed.” With extreme grav ity he focused his gaze upon her, say ing, “Home is the one place that our mayor can’t ciosp.” She extended her hand. “Good night.” “I don’t understand. Speak Eng lish.” "Good night.” Wharton’s countenance darkened un pleasantly, and his voice was rough. “Where’d you learn that line? It's country stuff. We'll leave when I’m ready. Now we'll have a trot.” The music was playing: other couples were dancing, and he seized her in his arms, whirling her away. In and out among the chairs he piloted a dizzy course, while she yielded reluct antly. conscious, meanwhile, that Ado ree Demorest was watching them with interest. For an interval Wharton said noth ing; then, with a change of tone, he murmured in her ear: “D'you think I’d let you spoil the whole night? Can't you see I’m crazy about you?” Lorelei endeavored to free herself from his embrace, but he clutched her the tighter and laughed insolently. “Nothing like a good 'turkey' to get acquainted, is there? We're going to dance till we’re old folks.” She continued to struggle: they were out of step and out of time, but he held her away from himself easily, bending a hot glance upon her up turned face. She saw that he was panting and doubly drunk with her nearness. “Don’t fight. I’ve got you.” She was smiling faintly, out of habit, but mistaking her expression, he drew her close once more, then buried his face In her neck and kissed her just at the turn of her bare shoulder. Then she tore herself away, and his triumphant laugh was cut short as she slapped him resoundingly, her stinging lingers leaving their imprint on his cheek. Her eyes were flaming and her lips were white with fury, though she con tinued to smile. “Here! What d’you mean by that?” he cried. She silenced him sharply: “Hush! Remember you broke in here. I’d like ! to see you In that fountain.” There was a swish of garments, a musical laugh, and Adoree Demorest was between them. “I'm madly jealous, Senor Roberto,” she exclaimed. “Come, you must dance once more with me. We’ll finish this. What?” She swayed toward him in sympathy with the music, snapping her fingers and humming the words of the song. “She—walloped me—like a sailor.” the young man stammered, incoherent ly. “She—wants to see me in the foun tain.” “Then jump in like a gentleman,” laughed the danseuse. “But dance with me first” She entwined her arms about him and forced him into motion. As she danced away she signaled over her shoulder to Lorelei, who made haste to seek the cloakroom. When she emerged John Merkle was waiting in the hall. A shout of laugh ter echoed from thq, banquet hall, and she started. “That’s nothing,” Merkle told her. “Bob Wharton is in the fountain. He says he’s a goldfish.” • CHAPTER V. No matter how chaotic the general household schedule, Lorelei was always assured of ten hours’ sleep, a dainty breakfast upon rising, and a substan tial meal before theater time. Her mother saw to it that this program was religiously adhered to. Irrespective, also, of her careless disregard of social appointments, she was never permit ted to miss one with the hairdresser, the manicure, the masseuse, or the dozen and one other beauty specialists who form as important an adjunct to the stage woman's career as to that of the woman of fashion. All this was a vital part of that plan to which the mother had devoted herself. No race horse on the eve of a Derby was groomed more carefully than this bud n i " I> . i “What D'you Mean by That?” He Cried. 1 ding woman. In preparing her for 1 masculine conquest the entire family took a hand. Her prospects, her ac tions, her triumphs, were the main topic of conversation: all other intee ests were subordinated to the matri monial quest upon which she had em barked. and the three conspirators lived in n constant state of eager ex pectation over Lorelei's fortunes. Mother and daughter were loitering over a midday breakfast, and Lorelei, according to custom, was recounting the incidents of the previous evening. “It's too bad you quarreled with Mr. Wharton." Mrs. Knight commented, when*she heard the full story of Hain mon’s party. “He’ll dislike you unw." The girl shrugged daintily. “He was drunk and fresh. I can't bear a man in such a condition.” “You shouldn’t antagonize a man like him. my dear. He's single, at least; and naturally lie's impulsive, like all those yotyig millionaires." “Bob Is an alcoholic. He's no good, so Mr. Merkle said." Jim, who was immersed in the morn ing paper, spoke from tiis chair near the window. “Why don't you co after Merkle him self. sis? Easy picking, these hank ers." Jim also had come home in the still hours of the night before and was now resting preparatory to his daily battle with the world. Just how the struggle went or where it was waged the others knew not at all. His mother shook her head. “Those old men are all alike. Mr. Huinmnn ; will never marry Lilas.” ' “Is that so?" James abandoned his reading. "The older they are. the softer they get. Take it from me. on the word of a volunteer firemau. Lilas will cash in on him quicker than you think. I know.” “How do you know?” Inquired his sister. “Maybe I got the dogeared dope.” mocked the brother. “Maybe Max Mel cher told me. Anyhow, you could land Merkle just as easy if you'd declare Max in.” “Now. .lim," protested Mrs. Knight I “I won’t let you put such ideas into | her head. You and—that gang of [ yours—are full of tricks, but Lorelei’s decent, and she's going to stay decent You’d get everybody in jail or In the ’ newspapers.” “Has Maxey ever been In jail? Has , Touy the Barber? No. you bet they ■ haven’t, and they never will be. This jail talk is funny. Just wait and see how easy Lilas gets hers. Of course, if Lorelei could marry Wharton, that would be different, but he’s no sucker.” I “How is Lilas going to get hers?” insisted Lorelei. “Wait and see.” James returned to his paper. “She’ll never marry him. She hates him." Jim laughed, and his sister broke out irritably: “Why be so mysterious? Anybody would think you'd robbed a bank.” Jim looked up again, and this time with a scowl. “Well, every time I come through ’.vith a suggestion ma crabs it. What’s the use of talking to a pair of haymakers like you. any lmw? I could grab a lot of coin for us f-i-----1 ** ^»***" “What Are You Two Planning?" In quired Lorelei. if you’d let me. Why. Maxey has been after me a dozen times about you. but I knew you wouldn’t stand for it.” "Blackmail. eh?" .Tim was highly disgusted. “What’s the difference how you pronounce it? It spells k-a-l-e, and it takes a good looking girl to pull off a deal in litis town. All right—play for Bob Whar ton. I'd like to meet him, though: lie can do me a lot of good.” “How?” “Well, he dropped eight-four hundred in Hebling’s Sixth avenue joint the other night. Maxey owns a place on Forty-sixth street where the sky is the limit.” His sister was staring at him curi ously. She had voiced misgivings con cerning his activities of late, hut Jim had never satisfied her inquiries. Now she asked. “What is your share?” The young man laughed a little un comfortably. “Forty per cent. That’s Usual. If lie's going to gamble some where I might as well he in on It.” The girl's next words, however, left no doubt as to her feelings. “You’re a tine specimen, aren't you?” KNEW WHERE “HE WAS AT” Possum, However, Was Unable to Tell of His Whereabouts, to Employer Over the Phone. When the late Robert Aull was park commissioner there was a negro boy called Possum who helped around the boathouse in Forest Park lake. Pos sum was a mighty hunter and fisher man, and those qualities appealed to Colonel Aull. Sometimes Colonel Aull and Possum took lanterns at night and caught a mess of frogs in Forest Park. Possum had a falsetto voice and a vast ignorance of how to use the tele phone. He had located several fat, fine frogs that he thought Colonel .Aull might like to gig and he called him up at the city hall. The commissioner’s stenographer answered the telephone and after hear ing Possum's shrill tenor demanding an interview with “Mistah Aull," she said: “There’s a lady on the phone who wants to speak to you personal ly.” Colonel Aull went to the telephone and said: “Well, this is Mr. Aull; what 1b it, madame?" The reply came: “Thith ith Poth um! I want to talk to Mithta Aull.” “This is Mr. Aull. Who are you?” “Thith ith Pothum. Don’t you know Pothum? Pothum, the nigger out at Foreth Park. I want you to come and meet me. and we'll get thome frawgth.” “O, all right. Possum. Where are you?" “Thuh?” “Where are you?” “I don’t know what you thaid. Thith ith Pothum. I want you to come right out and meet me.” “All right. I’ll come, but where are you!” “I don’t know what you thaid.” Then the park commissioner, rais ing his voice, resorted to the lan guage of the plain people: “Where are you at?” “O,” responded Possum, with a sigh of relief. “Heah I itb.”—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. Old Wines. Some time ago a bottle of ancient wine was found during the demolition of an old house at Finsbury. England. It appears that this ancient bottle is eclipsed by the treasures of France. Some of the cellars in Paris contain bottles of Sauterne at least two cen turies old. Thi3 is a very respect able age, but it is nothing compared with a certain Ribeauvilliers of 1652, or a Steinwcin of 1540, or a Jewish Passover wine of five centuries and a half. Still, in the museum at Reims there is a far older wine, or rather a bottle containing something which was once wine. It is said to date four centuries be fore our era. This, tradition says, was found in a tomb of the Gallo-Roman period. Berthelot, the celebrated chemist, has left on record that he once analyzed a bottle of wine made in the neighborhood of Rome about Nero’s time. In this case the analyst had only a dry residuum to work upon. Housewife Works for Others. The “hired girl” does not yearn for technical training, according to the women who have conducted a Minne apolis survey of the domestic help problems; also, they say, the average household could not afford to employ a highly skilled worker in the hinter land of the back porch. Eros, it seems, is quick to discover comely cooks who have gained proficiency, and the housewife’s time and labor in training a girl all go to making comfy some home other than her own. Her lip curled; mother and sou started at the bitterness of the tone. “Ugh! What « niess you’ve made of things. Two years ago ave ware decent, and now—” Lorelei’s voice broke; her eyes dimed over with tears. “I’d give anything in the world if we were ail back in Vale. It took only two years of the city to spoil us.” “Ha! Better try Vale agaiu. You'd end in a strniglitjncket if you did. You think you could go back, but you couldn't—nobody can after they've had a taste of the city.” “It’s all wrong. The whole thing is—rotten. Sometimes I iiate myself.” Lorelei choked. Mrs. ICnighl spoke reprovingly. “Dou’t be silly, dear. You know we did it all for you. But we're not com plaining.” .Mrs. Knight put added feel ing into her words. "We don’t want you to live the way we’ve had to live; we want you to be rich and to have things. After all we've done; after all poor Peter has suffered—” “Don’t!” cried the girl, fnlteringly. “I think of him every hour.” “He isn't the sort that complains. I consider it very thoughtless of you to behave as you do and make it harder for us.” Mrs. Knight sniffed and wiped her eyes, whereupon Lorelei went to her and hid her face upon her mother’s shoulder. “I don’t want to be unkind.” she murmured, “but sometimes I'm sick with disgust, and then again I'm frightened. All the men I meet are beasts. That whole party was sordid and mean—old men drinkiug with girls and pawing them over. Mr. Merkle was the only nice one there.” The mother was dismayed to feel her daughter shiver. “Good Lord! You people make me siek,” cried Jim. rising and making for his room. “Anybody'd think you'd been insulted.” When he had gone Mrs. Knight asked, accusingly: , "Lorelei, are you in love?” “So. why?” “Y'ou've said some queer things late ly. You’ve worried me. 1 hope you'll never be tempted to do anything so— to f>e foolish. I don't intend to let you make a mess of things by marrying some chorus man. When the right per son conies along you'll accept him, then you'll never have to worry again. But you must be careful.” "Do you think I’d lie happy with a man like Mr. Wharton?” "Why not? You'd at least be rich, and if rich people can't be happy, who can? If you accepted some poor boy he'd probably turn out to lie a drunk ard and a loafer, just like Wharton Is now.” She sights]. “I'd like to see you settled: we could take Peter to a specialist, and maybe he could be cured. We could go abroad and get the help of those German surgeons. I've always wanted to travel.” When Lorelei reached the theater that evening she found Lilas Lynn en tertaining a caller who had been more than once in her thoughts during the day. Miss Lynn’s visitor was a well tailored man who gave a first impres sion of extreme physical neatness. He was immaculate in attire, his skin was fine, his color fresh: a pair of small, imperturbable eyes were set in a smil ing face beneath a prematurely gray head. Max Metcher was a figure on Broadway: he had the entree to all the stage doors: he frequented the popular cafes, where he surrounded himself with men. Always affable, usually at leisure, invariably obliging, he had many friends. At Lorelei's entrance he smiled and nodded without rising, then continued his earnest conversation with Miss Lynn. None of their words were au dible to the last comer until Melehcr rose to leave: then Lilas halted him with a nervous laugh, saying: •‘Remember, if it doesn't go. it’s a joke, and I run to cover.” "It will go.” he told her. quietly, as he strolled out. “What are you two planning?” in quired Lorelei. “Nothing. Max drops In regularly: he used to be sweet on me.” Lilas completed her make-up. then fidgeted nervously. “Gee!" she presently <w claimed. “I'm tired of this business. We’re fools to stay in it. Think of Atlantic City on a night like this, or the mountains. This beat has com pieiei.v hum rune me. die rummaged ; through the confusion on tier table, then inquired of the dresser, “Croft, where are my white gloves?” "They haven’t come hack from the ! cleaner's.” Mrs. Croft answered. “Not hack? Then you didn’t send (hem when I told you. You're getting altogether shiftless. Croft. When I tell you to do a thing I want it done.” “I Ivope I drop dead if—” “I hop* you do.” snapped the iudig naut girL “I told you to attend to them; now I've nothing but soiled ones.” The dresser began to weep silently. She was a small, timid old woman, upon whose manifest n<“ed of employ ment Lorelei had taken pity some time before. Her forgetfulness had long been a trial to I>oth her employers. “That's right; turn on the flood gates,’’ mocked t>iins. “You stop that sniveling or I’ll give you something to cry for. I’m nervous enough tonight without having you in hysterics. Re member, if it ever happens again you’ll go— and you’ll take something with you to think about.” Seizing the clean esu pair of gloves at band, she flung out of the room in a fine fury. “You won’t let her—fire me? I need work, I do,” quavered Mrs. Croft. “N’ow. now. Don’t mind her temper. Yon know Lilas is excitable." “Excitable?” Croft wiped red eyes with a corner of her apron. “Is that what you call it? I’ll be glad if her millionaire takes her out of the busi ness, Hike she thinks he will. Poor man! He's laying np trouble for him self, that he is. She'll land him in the divorce court—with her flash-light pho tographs.” Lorelei swung around from her mir ror. “What do you mean?” “Oh, I heard her and that Jew—that Maxey Melcher. They’ve got a pho tographer and witnesses. Your brother is one of ’em.” “Jim? What—” “It’s true. It’s a bad crowd Mister Jim’s in with. And there’s something big in the air. Millions it is. And her saying she’ll box my ears. The hussy! I’ve heard ’em talking before tonight!” “Tell me everything, Croft—quickly.” “I have. Only you better warn youi brother—” The assistant stage manager thrus! his head through the curtains, shout ing: “Your cue. Miss Knight. What the devil—” With a gasp. Ltrelei leaped to her feet and fled fro.jj '.be room. CHAPrr.,«? VI. I.oreiei did not secure another word alone with the dresser until the middle of the second act. by which time Mrs. Croft was her own colorless, work worn self once more. *‘I don't know no more than I told you,” she informed Lorelei. “Mr. Mel cber has been coming here for a Iona time, and he always talks about Mr. Hamilton. I've heard enough to know that him and her is after his money— millions of it. Mister Jim can tell you everything—’’Mrs. Croft broke off he' narrative suddenly, and Miss Lynn her self hurst into the room, panting from a swift run up the stairs. "Quick. Croft! Don't be ail thumbs now.” She tossed a sealed letter npon her table, rapidly unhooked her dress, stepped out of it. and then seated her self, extending her feet for a change of slippers. She took the moment tc open and read her note. I.oreiei looked up from her sewing at a little cry of rage from Lilas. \Jiss Lynn had torn the message into bits and flung it from her: her eyes were blazing. “Tile idiot!” she cried, furiously, ris ing so abruptly as almost to upset Mrs Croft. • “What is it?” "I—must telephone—quick! I must or—Lorelei, dear, will you do me a favor? Run down to the door and tele phone for me? I won't be off again till flip curtain, and that will be too late.’’ Lorelei rose obediently. “That's a dear. Call Tony the Barber's place— I—I’ve forgotten the number—any bow, you can find it, anil ask for Max Tell him it's off; he can’t come.” “Who can't come? Max?” “Xo. Just say, ‘Lilas sends word that it’s off; he can't come.’ He'll un derstand. There's my cue now. I’ll do as much for you.” Lilas was ofl with a rush, and Lorelei hastened after her, speculating vaguely as to the cause of all this anxiety. As Lo relei hurried down the passageway a man in evening dress turned, and she recognized Robert Wharton. “You are sent from heaven!” he cried, at sight of her. “I enter out of the night and unburden my heart to this argus-eyed watchman, and. lo! yon come flying in answer to my wish. Quick service, Judge. In appreciation of your telepathy I present you with some lumbago cure.” He tossed a bank note to Regan, who snatched it eagerly on the fly. Lorelei forestalled further words. “Please—I must telephone. I go on in a minute.” "Fairy Princess, last night I was a goldfish; tonight I am an enchanted lover—” “Wait: I'm in a hurry.” She thumbed the telephone book swiftly in search of her number, but young Wharton was not to be silenced. “Tell him it's ail off,” he command ed. “Yon can't go; I won’t let you. Promise.” He laid a band upon the telephone and eyed her gravely.” “Don't be silly. I’m telephoning for someone else.” "That's exactly what we can't per rait. The ‘someone else’ Is here—I’m It.” “I slapped you last night; I promise to do it again,” Lorelei told him sharply. "Something whispered that you did, and all day long I hnve been angry: but tonight I come with another pur pose. Outside is a chariot with ninety horses—French rating—champing at the throttle. We are going away fron here.” “Y'ou’re drunk again, Mr. Wharton?' He glanced at the clock over Re gan's head and shook his head in ne gation. “It’s only ten-twenty. In twe j hours from now—” “Give me that ’phone.” “Promise to tell him it’s nil off.” She smiled. “All right. I’ll us« those very words. Wharton hesitated. “I trust you.” “Pin going to tell him he can't • •Tonight I am an Enchanted Lover—” •oni<“. she said, bolding out her hand, j Once the instrument was hers she . oscillated the hook with nervous tin- | ier, staring doubtfully at the cause of ier delay. Wharton, as on the evening before, carried his intoxication with an Ur. He was steady on his feet, im maculate in dress, punctilious in de meanor; only his roving, reckless eye betrayed his unnatural exhilaration. t Young Wharton may be a * drunkard—nay, he ia a drunkard \ —but he haa also a keen sense * of humor and unquenchable op- \ timiam. Don’t you like him in * spite of hla low habits? ; ---- ' ITO BE CONTINUED.) _ Nebraska Directory Hotel Castle 632 So. 16 51., Omaha, Neb. New, Absolutely fireproof Rooms with private bath - - $1.50 Rooms with private toilet - 1.00 Fred A. Castle, Proprietor TOWN SEND GUN C O. 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