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CfieUed Mberl Circle Ote AUTHOR OF “THE FIGHTER," “CALEB CON OVER,” “SYRIA FROM THE SADDLE” ETC. NOVELIZED FROM PATHE PHOTO PLAY OF THE SAME NAME BY WILL M. RITCHEY. tCOPYftJCHT. 1913k BY ALBERT PAYKIN TERM UNEV SYNOPSIS. •'Circle J!m"’ Borden, named from a red Mrtbmara. on hi* hand, ha* served his third prison term. One in each Borden (eaentlun. always a criminal. I as borne the Red Circle mark. Jijn an l ! is son Ted. the only known living of tiie Bor den*. are killed. Next day iamiar *■ e* the ke<l Circle on a woman's hand out aide a curtained automobile. June. ■Miked with the Red Cir> !e. robs Grunt, a town shark Mary. June's nurse, dis covers her theft and tells her *he is "Cir cle Jim'*" daughter, though Mrs. Travis does not kn tw- Mary tricks Umar. La mar vl»lt* "Smiling Sam." Jim's old crime partner Sent to Surfton by Smiling Sam. Alma La Salle robs the guests at a ball. lame- follow* her back to town, cap tures her with the Jewels, and goes after ■mlling Sam On the edge of a eliff pur suer and pursued engage In deadly com bat Gordon, a fugitive, rescues Iuimur, and June in turn save* Gordon from ar rest Smiling Sam sees the Bed Circle an June's hand, tells her he knows her nacre: and follows her to her city home She help* Gordon to get away, after re covering for him the securities receipt which incriminate* him by tricking Far well and launar Lamar suspects June, He cap!ures Smiling Sam. Gordon gives himself up As he tells June his love. La mar see* the Red Circle on her hand. Eagan betrav* June and dies attempting to eocape June Is arrested. FOURTEENTH INSTALLMENT JUDGMENT DAY Of course. It was a dream—a vision bred of terror, of suspense, of long contlnued nerve strain. At least so Jane always tried. In later days, to make herself believe. Bat she had not been aware of fall ing aaleep. She was sitting there In tho squalid little living room of the flat; brooding miserably over the fu tore; and. seemingly, wide awake. TeC unconsciously. as she sat there, she may have dozed. For. aa dearly as ever in her life aba had beheld anything, she saw. “Circle Jim” Borden come into the room. Yaa. “Circle Jim” Borden, whose mortal body had been lying in the pot ters* field this many a day. “June.” breathed the wraith’s voice. 1 am your father—your father, who died. There is no death, save to the body And I have come back to you. • l have come back, because I cannot rest You alone can give me rest, my daughter. He paused And still that strange paralysis held June spellbound. "I sought to wipe out forever the Red Circle curse. I sought it by end ing the lives of those who bore that curse But I failed. You escaped me.” The voice was tinged with a tender . longing as again the wraith spoke: “June—my little girl, whom I never knew, in life—you must help me. You. and you alone, can aid me now. I cannot rest until the circle is forever gone While the curse endures, my torture must endure. I long for rest— Cor eternal sleep. But there can be no rest for the dead while their evil deeds live on. My sins live on in you, poor daughter of mine. And you alone can crush the awful power of the Ked Circle and give me rest. Your fate is in your own hands. Not only your fate, but mire. You have the power. If you will but exert It, to save us. Yon alone. You can give me the rest I crave. 1 “I was brought up to crime—to reck lessness—to the companionship of out casta.” went on Borden. “Thera were » ■ ' -1 Max and Mary Went to Her Aid. bwt two clean Influences In all my life —aar mother and the wife I adored. My mother died before I could under Stand bow much It would have meant ts bar If I had learned to live the life Sba wished me to. My wife could have saved me. through love. But she died, ■fee died when you were born. And ■ftar that nothing mattered to me. I west on and on, to the end." id a spasm of pain marred his rugged tece “With you It was different Prom fe babyhood, yon were surrounded by If seen influence for good Every pow er of environment warred valiantly against the hereditary curse. And that saved you from committing sordid crimes, when at last the curse over took you. You sinned. But always you sinned that others might be happy. “You can conquer the curse by will power.” urged Borden. ‘‘You can de stroy the evil that is in you. You can save yourself and me. You can do this. It will be a fearful conflict, but if you exert all your will-power, you can win. Will you do this, June? An swer me!” June longed to cry out to him that she would make the fight; that she would strive with all her might to stamp out the curse of the Red Circle. But she could not speak. “You will not speak? You will not help me? You will not help yourself?” stormed the wraith. “My plea cannot move you?” he rumbled. “Then there is only one way to end It Even as I hoped, once before, to destroy the Red Circle and its curse. Then, I killed myself and the lad I thought was my son. If 1 had know n you were my daughter, you should have died, too; even as now, you shall die!” The gnarled hands clutched at June's full, white throat in murderous fury. But the spectral hands—bodiless, shadowy—were harmless against her warm, living flesh. Slowly the impotently murderous hands withdrew their grip. “My—my spirit hands have no pow er against your human body!” he snarled. “I am helpless. It is my pun ishment.” He bowed his bead in bis arms; his phantom body twitching with emotion. Then, turning abruptly, without so much as a backward look at the trance-held girl, he melted through the closed door and was gone. For a moment June remained as he had left her. Then she shuddered from head to heel. Her great dark eyes gradually opened. They were horror filled and wild. Dazedly June got to her feet, glar ing about the room in abject fright She moved uncertainly, a step or two. Then her tense nerves giving away, she shrieked aloud and reeled to the floor in a dead faint. Mary and Lamar, at sound of her cry, rushed headlong into the room. They flew to her aid, applying such re storatives as were within reach. Pres ently, the swooning girl came to her self. Looking up, she encountered the nurse's loving, frightened old face. “Oh, Mary!" she gasped, trembling all over, “I've had such an awful dream! Such a horrible dream. Mary! If—if it was a dream! If It was a dream!" • •••••• Charles Gordon, In the lounging room of his club, read and reread the flaring headlines that told of June Travis’ arrest on the Red Circle charge. The lawyer was muttering to him self: "Guilty or not—she saved me from prison. No girl with eyes like hers is a criminal. If—if it wasn’t for this damnable embezzlement charge against me, I’d defend her. If only I could get Farwell to admit I’m inno cent, I could practice again. And I be lieve I could clear her. But Farwell would never—” He glanced up quickly. A man had hurried into the room and was speak ing excitedly to a litle knot of idlers who sat near the door. “Well!” Gordon heard the newcom er saying, “I think Silas Farwell has about paid his debt to those employees of his that he's been swindling.’’ “What's up?” asked Gordon, joining the group. “I heard this morning that a crowd of them tried to storm his office again, to make him settle. He had a lot of roughneck guards, who scattered them. But just now, as he was coming here from his factory, for lunch, a lot of the strikers mobbed his auto.” “Did they get him? Or—?” “I don’t know. I saw part of the row, from the club steps. It was no affair of mine, to interfere. Let him pay for his crookedness, for all I care. He—” The speaker was interrupted by the entrance of Farwell himself—hatless, disheveled, panting. “I—I got clear from them!" hoarse ly panted the fugitive, as he dashed into the room and slammed the door behind him. He was shaking with fear. Then Gordon, recognizing the value of the psychological moment, leaped forward and seized Farwell by the torn coat lapels. “Silas Farwell!” thundered Gordon, his face close to the frightened man’s. "Confess that the embezzlement charge you made against me was false! Confess it was a conspiracy—that you lied!” The onlookers remained outwardly neutral; only pressing closer about the two, as if not wishing to miss a single detail of the scene. "Confess!” ordered Gordon again. Farwell, gasping, panting, in utter confusion of mind and body, blinked stupidly into the sternly compelling eyes of his foe. "Confess!” shouted Gordon. "Here! What's all this?” demanded someone, in the same breath. Chief Allen had come in, after head ing a squad of policemen who had routed the mob. Harwell’s back was to the door. He had not heard Allen enter, sod the chief's words had been drowned in Gordon's threatening shout of "Con fess!” But one of the bystanders laid a detaining hand on the advancing chief's arm, and stopped his progress toward the center of the group. Allen paused a moment, irresolute. And in that moment he heard Gordon re peat: "Confess your charge against me was a lie!” Under the blaze of Gordon's hyp notic look, Farwell’8 nerves went wholly to pieces. “I—I—” he sputtered. “Tell the truth!” demanded Gordon, "or I'll drag you by main force out of this club and throw you to the mob of men outside there! The men you've robbed, and who will kill you if they—” “I—I confess!” croaked Farwell, in stark terror. I—” “You confess—what?” insisted Gor don, again shaking his foe back and forth as a puppy might shake a rag. “—I—confess I ‘framed’ you,” bab bled the terrified Farwell. “I—I—the charge I made against you was —was false. I—oh, for God's sake, Gordon!” he howled in abject terror, “don’t let those devils out there get hold of me. They’ll—” “One thing more!” broke In Gordon, curtly; his face alight at his victory and at the complete mastery which, for the moment, he was exerting over the panic-stricken man. “One thing more: Will you retract your robbery charge against Miss Travis, and vindi cate her? Will you—?” "Hold on, there!" broke in Chief Allen’s peremptory voice. "You’re go ing a step too far, Mr. Gordon. I didn't butt in, while you made him clear your ow-n name. And I'm mighty glad you were able to. But I can’t have you interfering with the Red Circle case. That’s a matter for the police. Let it alone! And let Mr. Farwell go.” At sound of the chiefs voice. Far well’s vanished courage returned to him with a rush. “Am I going to withdraw the charge against the Travis girl?” he sneered. was her son, you know. Though of course she never guessed it and never even heard of him until Miss Travis was accused.” “Well, what—?” “She came to ask me some ques tions about him. After the way Mrs. Travis had behaved to June, I was in no mood to handle her with gloves. So I told her, frankly, just what a rotten sort of a cub the boy was. She didn’t like it, very much.” “I’m not surprised.” “Then I tried to soften her heart toward June. I used all the eloquence and all the arguments I could muster. It was no use.” “Max,” said the chief, suddenly. “You’re in love with June Travis!" “Yes,” was Lamar’s defiant answer. “I am. And I’m proud of it. I’m go ing to save her if I can. And if I can’t. I’m going to wait—a lifetime, if I have to—till she gets out of prison; and then I’m going down on my knees to her and beg her to be my wife.” “Red Circle and all?” “Red Circle and all. She’s the only girl on earth for me, chief. I—” Allen’s secretary came in with a telegram. The chief glanced at it and passed it over to Lamar. Max read: “I have a charge to bring against Red Circle Lady for theft of war plans. “TODD DREW.” “There you are,” said Allen. “And that’s just the start of it. You remem ber the case. Drew had plans for a superdestructive war implement. He inherited them from his father, the big inventor. He was just going to sell them to a foreign government when a hand snatched them away from him. It was a woman's hand with a Red Circle on It. He didn’t see anything of the woman, except her hand. But it was June Travis. She—" The office door banged open and a man stamped in. It was Grant, the loan shark. “The papers say you’ve caught the Red Circle woman at last. I’m here to make formal charge against her, for locking me in my vault and steal ing all those promissory notes from my desk.” Lamar, sick at heart got to his feet Without a word of farewell, he started for the door. Allen looked, quizzical ly, after him, for a moment. Then he summoned his cleverest plain-clothes man. “Follow Lamar,” he ordered in a whisper. "And then go to the flat house where June Travis is staying; and watch it till I send to have you . Mrs. Travis Created a Painful Scene in Court. “Of course I’m not. I'm going to prosecute her to the bitter end. The thief!” Chief Allen interposed his muscular bulk between the two men, just in time to prevent Gordon from flying at his enemy's throat. Next morning, as soon as he could find out where she was living, Gordon went to June’s apartment and offered his services as her counsel in the ap proaching trial. Gratefully, June ac cepted the offer, being familiar with the reports of his legal skill. He cut short her thanks by saying: "And now, if you don’t mind. Miss Travis, we’ll go over the case, to gether; step by step. If Far well is the only complainant against you, I've a notion I can shut him up by threats of a perjury charge. You know he swore falsely against me. If there are no other complaints, you are as good as freed.” But there were other complainants. Plenty of them, as Max Lamar and Chief Allen were at that very moment finding out Max had dropped into the chiefs private office for a chat with his old friend, and to try to enlist his aid in June’s behalf. But he found Allen as firm as a rock, in the matter of bring ing the Red Circle criminal to jus tice. “I’d like to see it your way, Max,” said the chief. “But I can’t. I’m an officer of the law. The law has been violated. And it’s up to me tr> do all I can to punish the violator. I’m sor ry. You've got eloquence enough to move anyone but a veteran thief-taker. But I—” “No, I haven’t,” denied Lamar, mis erably. “I can’t even sway the feel ings of one cranky fool of a woman.” “What woman?” asked the chief, curiously. “Mrs. Travis,” growled Lamar. “She came to my office this morning. She remembered I was present when Ted Borden was asphyxiated by old ‘Circle Jim.’ She knew I’d had some expe rience with the boy, before that. He relieved. I’ve a notion she’s going to try to bolt and that Max Lamar's go ing to try to help her do It.” The plain-clothes man was off, like a sleuth hound. He found the double task unexpectedly easy. For Lamar was making for June’s apartment as fast as he could go. The crime specialist vanished Into the apartment house doorway without once turning around. And the plain clothes man lounged idly against a tree across the street; smugly certain that he had not been observed. Now it happened that Max Lamar was one of the most brilliant deteo tives in America. The sixth sense, so common to born man-hunters, had told him, before he had gone a hundred yards from police headquarters, that he was followed. He had not turned around to verify this belief. Partly because there was no need to. Partly because he did not want to put his pursuer on guard. But, the moment he entered the front door of the apartment house, his careless demeanor changed. Stepping quickly to one side, so that he was no longer in view from the street, he turned and moved along the sidewall of the hallway, toward the front door, again, and presently he came to a window that overlooked the sidewalk. Flattening himself against the wall, he peeped around the edge of the win dow frame, for one brief second, only a small portion of his head showing. That single glimpse told him all he wanted to know. He saw the plain clothes man loitering with apparent aimlessness on the far side of the thoroughfare. Lamar recognized him as Warren, one of the most tenacious, quick-witted members of the force. Having made this discovery, Max Lamar continued on his way to June’s apartment. Mary let him in. June was still consulting with Gordon, who had just risen to take his leave. “Mr. Gordon has promised to be my counsel,” June told him as the two men cordially shook hands. “He—” “Good," approved Lamar. "You couldn't possibly do better, if legal prowess could save you. But," he added, sadly, “it can’t.” “Mr. Gordon thinks it can,” said June, wondering at her lover’s look of blank despair. “He says since Mr. Farwell is the only complainant, he—” “Farwell isn't the only complain ant,” corrected Lamar. “I am just from headquarters. While I was there, two more complainants came forward. Todd Drew and Grant.” “Good Lord!” groaned the lawyer, sinking into a chair. “That settles it. There’s not an atom of hope!” “There is hope!” contradicted La mar, trying to smile encouragement at the wretched girl who was looking in pitiable question from one man to the other. “There is hope. But only one hope.” “What is it?” asked June, feverish with anxiety. “Just this,” decided Max. “And Gor don will agree with me. You must run away.” “Run away? But—” “You face absolutely certain con viction. Your only chance is to for feit your ball bond and escape some where outside the jurisdiction of the court. Preferably, to Canada.” “You are right,” declared Gordon. “It’s the only chance. Start at once; before—” “She can’t do that,” negatived La mar. “There’s a plain-clothes man— Sam Warren—across the street, watch ing the house. Before you’d gone a block, he’d—” “But you said there was a chance!” walled June, distraught ‘There is. As long as Warren’s on the Job, the chief won’t send any one else to spy on you. We can’t do anything by daylight But as soon as it’s dark, I’m going to get rid of War ren.” “How?” asked June, her eyes alight. “If I can help,” added Gordon, “count me in.” “You can help,” returned Max, grate fully. “You can help a lot. You and I will come back here at eight this eve ning, Gordon. I’ll bring along a rope and a sack. We’ll walk up behind Warren as he stands looking at this house, truss him up, put the sack over his head, trundle him into the alley back there, and tie him up to one of the telegraph poles.” “Good! Oh good!” laughed June in sudden glee. “I’m game,” said Gordon, briefly. “Meanwhile, Mary,” went on Lamar. “Get Miss Travis’ things all packed, and be ready to start off with her. I'll buy the railroad tickets today. And I’ll have a taxi here to rush you both to the Union Station, the minute we get Warren out of the way.” June's depression was gone. Her eyes sparkled with joyous excitement. Lamar eyed her in wonder. Then his gaze fell to her right hand. The Rea Circle was blazing on It like a fiery meteor. Max’s heart went out to the afflicted girl, in a great rush of tenderness. “Tonight, at eight, then,” he said, curtly. “Come along, Gordon. We’ve a lot to arrange.” June’s fevered gayety carried her through the rest of the day, through the ordeal of hasty packing and other preparation for her flight. As eight o’clock struck, the trunks and suitcases were at last ready. Mary and June tensely awaited the coming of Gordon and Lamar. “I’m going to the front room,” said Mary, “and try to get a glimpse of them. I do hope they haven’t made a botch of tying up that police fellow out there—the nasty spy!” June left alone, looked around to see if anything had been forgotten in the haste of packing. And, as the scrutiny ended, she chanced to notice the Red Circle pulsing on her hand. S^e gazed at it, in a new horror. And, as she looked, the wild elation began to ebb from her brain. “He said,” she murmured, half aloud. "He said—my—my father said—I could wipe out the curse, by will pow er. He said I could conquer—and I shall!” Long 6he stood there, her eyes fixed on her handback. “I can conquer, by will power. And, God helping me, I shall!” Presently, the conflict ceased, as suddenly as it had begun. The beauti ful face was calm again—deadly pale, but illumined by a new strength it had never before known. She looked at her hand. The Red Circle had vanished; never again to return. Into the apartment burst Lamar and Gordon, with Mary at their heels. “We got him!” cried Lamar. “We got him, June! We slipped up on him from behind, just as we’d arranged. He’s tied and gagged; and he’s strapped, hand and foot, to a telegraph pole in the darkest part of the alley. Are you ready, sweetheart? We’ve no time to waste.” “Thank you, Max,” she said, gently. “Thank you, both, from the bottom of my heart, for all you’ve done and all you’ve risked for me tonight. But—” “There’s no time for thanks, Miss Travis,” interrupted Gordon. “And we don’t ask for thanks, either of us. Hurry! We must be oft, before—” “I am not going!” said June, very quietly, yet her face glorified by a new light from within. “What?” cried Lamar. “Not going? But—” "I am going to stay here,” she made smiling answer, "and face my trial!” • •*•••• Three months later, the most sen sational criminal trial in the history of the city began—the trial of June 1 Travis on the Red Circle charges. Both Lamar and Gordon had moved heaven and earth in her behalf. But 1 the ugly fact of her guilt remained un- 1 shaken. Max had besought her to marry him before the trial and to face the ordeal as his wife. But very gen tly she had put aside the offer. “If ever I come to you, dear,” she had said, “it must be with clean hands and without stain upon my heart. Not till I can be certain the Red Circle has gone forever will I marry you,” she had answered. "When I am sure of that—perfectly, perfectly sure of it— then I shall come to you.” Gordon, from the very opening oi the trial, struggled with every atom of brain and body to bolster up a hope less case. He warred against over Max Did Not Turn His Head. whelming odds and never yielded a Single step without fierce opposition Yet the trial's result was a fore gone conclusion. On the very last day of the trial, Mrs. Travis created a painful scene by rushing into court and throwing hei arms around June, weepingly declar lng herself a wicked old woman for having turned her back on the girl, and vowing that never again would she forsake her. Mrs. Travis (her family pride and resentment swept away by a sudden impulse of love toward the stricken girl she had abandoned) held June close pressed to her heart and cried out sobbingly to the judge: "She is mine! She is my own little girl! And you shan't send her tc prison!" The jury was out less than half an hour and returned grimly to the boa with the unanimous verdict oi “GUILTY!” June did not flinch as she heard the word; the most terrible word in all our language. The same strange light that had come into her face on the night when she had refused to es cape, still glowed there. Calm, un afraid, she listened to the verdict. With the same calmness, she rose and stood facing the judge, to receive her sentence. The judge was an old man. He had known June from babyhood. He had been a close friend of Mrs. Travis' husband, in the early days; and was still a constant visitor at the Travis home. June pitied him for the grim task that was now his. “Prisoner at the bar," said the judge, his deep voice untinged by any emotion. "A jury of your peers has found you guilty on every count oi the various indictments against you. It is a just verdict. Iu view- of the evidence, it was the only verdict the jury could honestly have agreed upon. "My own duty is equally clear,” he went on. The law, through its admin istrators, must protect the public. By virtue of my office, it is my preroga tive to decide to what extent you are a menace to the public; and to act a<» | cordingly. While there can be no reasonable doubt that you committed the crimes wherewith you were charged, yet It has also been estab lished—to the court’s satisfaction, at least—that those crimes were com mitted under the stress of a certain psychic influence. The court is also convinced that that evil influence no longer exists. It Is the court’s beliel that the Influence will not return, and that you will thus be no longer a men ace to society. “Therefore, I hereby release you, on parole—In the custody of Mrs. Travia I—” The remainder of his speech was drowned in a tumult of applause that the court made no imperative efTort to check. • • • • • • • A year dragged by. A long, bitter year to Max Lamar, who had found himself unable to shake June’s re solve, and who, to keep his promise) had forced himself to remain at a dis tance from her. One early spring day he sat in his private office, listlessly going ovei some papers in a case he was prepar ing. The warmth and beauty, of the lay called to him, through the open window. But he gave it no heed mil worked on, with a heavy heart. The office door opened, slowly, as if pushed by timid fingers. Max did not :urn his head. Suddenly, two soft hands were pressed across his eyes; and his head was gently drawn back against a worn in’s breast. With an unbelieving cry )t utter joy he sprang to his feet The next instant, June Travis was n his arms. "Max!” she faltered, when at last is let her speak. ‘Tve—I’ve corne ls I promised—to tell you the Red Jircle is gone and that it will never :ome back. And—and to ask you if •ou’d—if you’d care to replace it— vith another circle? 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