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Story No. 7The Rogue's Nemesis
"Mary!" said Mont Hartley. "I! at once and stared frankly at her.
haven't ieen a paper for days and
here, in the first one I jick up, is the
story of Goodwin Clay's divorce
luit!"
Her chum Mary Burnett, looked
at her.
"I hate divorce cases," she said. "I
never read about them. They're sor
did, dreary things!"
"You don't remember," said Mona.
"You've forgotten who Goodwin
Clay's wife is, haven't you Dora
Martyn?"
"Dora Martyn!" said Mary, sitting
up suddenly. "Did she marry that
beast? I don't wonder she's had to
divorce him!"
"But it's he that is bringing the
ntitl" said Mona.
"Mona!" cried Mary. "What an
outrageous thing! Poor little Dora
-she never did anything that wasn't
right in her life except to marry a
man like that!"
"What was she to do?" asked
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and be glad of the chance. She was
like us she was struggling along,
trying to make both ends meet and
having a constant fight. She chose
marriage. We chose to strike out
for ourselves."
"And she's come to a horror like
this!" said Mary. "She did what nine
people out of ten would have done
and this is how she is paid. Oh,
Mona I don't care if we have to
use our brains, if we've had to trick
a few men who thought they were
going to trick us, we've done a wiser
iliing than she!"
"Let's go to the trial," answered
Mona. "Maybe we can punish the
beast."
Neither of them were anxious to
lie recognized in the court room.
They did not care, for one thing, to
be classed with the morbid-minded
women who are attracted by such
cases as this, and, while there was
only a faint thanre that Mr, Clav
would remember them, they felt that
it might be as well to eliminate even
that possibility. There was no plan
in their minds; they simply wanted
to leave their hands free if it turned
out that there was a chance for them
to interfere, perhaps to punish C lay,
prrhaps to save the wife he intended
to treat so cruelly. Ndt for a mo
ment would either of them believe
that she could have done anything to
justify the mire of the divorce court.
So. to avoid recognition, both Mary
and Mona were heavily veiled. They
sat in the back of the room, and they
listened, with growing disgust, to
Clay's 'hypocritical denunciation of
the woman who had "wronged" him,
and to the sorry batch of witnesses
he had gathered in support of his
charges.
The' chief of these was a character
us notorious in a way as Goodwin
(.lay himself, one Jake Minter, pro
prietor of a roadhouse of the most
dubious sort. This Minter, as both
the girls knew, was hand in glove
with certain crooked politicians and
had been mixed up, often, in shady
affairs. His political pull had saved
him more than once. And, perjuring
himself now, as he reeled off his
carefully prepared story, which was
corroborated by men in his employ.
"Lies, lies," whispered Mary. "But
Clay will get his divorce. Unless it
can be proved that Minter is lying,
the case against her is deadly I"
The event proved that Mary was
right. Minter's testimony rould not
be shaken by the defense. Clay's di
vorce was granted, his wife, dis
graced, was left, dependent once
niorc upon her own efforts, since
Clay, with a refinement of mean
ness refused absolutely to make any
provision for her. She had disgraced
herself, he said; let her drink the
dregs of the glass she had poured
out for herself! But of course Clay
didn't know Mona and Mary, nor did
he know that they had decided to
ri'lit wrong he had done, or he might
have been more considerate.
The two giils, in their natural in-ci-rnat
ion. looked like fashionable
nHs, unlimited when it came to the
satisfaction of their desire to look
well. Hut that night when they drove
in a toxical) to a flashy restaurant,
where they knew Clay generally
wont, in the heart of the white light
district, they had contrived some
uh.it tn cheapen themselves. They
fitted iii with the place where they
dined; they looked like the women
who thronged the place. And yet,
there was a difference. They could
not, indeed, they hud not tried, to
i .mecal their charms.
It wjs Maiy who .took the lead;
M.iM 'lio was, it appeared, decidedly
parti' til.tr ,i . to the location of their
i.thlc. Mie wa.-i, a a matter of tact,
looking for Clav And at last she
-picil him. playing host to a small
.old silet company of men, at a table
that commanded a perfect view of
ihe iat,irrt M.u:r And, what was
i:.-:e important, she saw that there
a is a small tatde, not far from t lay's
that wa. f t t'ie moment liinu cupicd,
"Will take t!ot tahle." she said.
Thite v(,ai no ilittu titty about it.
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said something at which Clay and the
rest of the men at his table roared.
Clay at once began to play the
game of flirtation. He was direct, not
subtle in his methods; it was plain
that he believed that any woman he
deigned to notice must be delighted
by the honor he paid her. Mary pre
tended not to notice him at first;
finally, however, she smiled, and
nodded faintly. Clay rose at once
and came over to her tabic. Mary
saw a waiter smile, knowingly, but
there was nothing unusual in that
place about Clay's action.
"Hello!" he said, in a heavy voice.
"Glad to see you here I Thought I
knew you wasn't sure till you
smiled."
"Won't you sit down?" asked Mary,
timidly.
"Sure, I will, sure!" he said. "How
about a little wine hey f"
He reached over and tried to take
her hand, but she withdrew it
quickly.
"Oh. no no, please!" she aid.
"Not in a place like this!"
He laughed, not ill-pleased.
"Aw, who cares?" he said.
She was fumbling at the plain gold
ring on the third finger of her left
hand. His eyes lighted up. A look
of understanding came into them.
"Oh that's the ticket, eh?" he said.
"Married, are you? Afraid friend hus
band will turn up and start some
thing? Well, say what do you say
to a little spin in my car, eh? Got it
right outside we can run around
and get an appetite and then stop
somewhere along the road for a
snack. Sure sure come on!"
"1 shouldn't," faltered Mary. "But,
oh, 1 do love to motor "
"Then come on," he said. "I'll just
shake this crowd of mine be with
you before you can turn around. I'll
show you some speed in that new car
of mine some speed. Lvery cop's
trained to turn his back when he
sees me coming."
In a few minutes they were spin
ing north through Central park; it
was not long before the salt air from
the sound cooled her fevered cheeks,
and she began actually to enjoy the
wild rush through the night air. He
drove well; the car was completely
under his control, despite the dizzy
speed at which he drove it. And he
was too busy to talk, even had the
roar of the engine and the swift rush
of the air made it possible for them
to hear one another.
They stopped at last, when it was
late, at a roadhouse, where they had
a table overlooking the sound, where
the lights twinkled red, white and red
again, across the water. Few peo
ple were in the place; Clay had
chosen it for its isolation.
"So you're married, hey?" he said,
when he had given the order, "Well,
that's too bad, kid, too bad. Don't
get along any too well, either?"
"Oh Otto's all right, in bis way
but he doesn't weigh much!" said
Mary flippantly. "The trouble with
him is he's a genius."
"A genius, huh!" said Clay, with a
great laugh. "What's his line?"
"He's a musician. And he's some
violinist, if I do say it. He writes
music, too. That's the trouble. He's
always thinking about that, when he
ought to be thinking about me."
She looked at him provocatively,
and once more he reached for her
hand. But once more it eluded him.
"He plays all the time," she com
plained. "Morning, noon and nfght
whenever he's home. Says he's got
to work out the themes for the sym
phony he's writing, that's going to
make him famous. That's all right,
you know but it gets tiresome alter
a while."
"Sure oh, sure," said Clay. "Say,
kid why don't you shake him? A
nice little girl like you oughtn't to be
tied up to a dub like that."
"Oh, you don't know him," said
Mary, frightened. "He'd kill me. You
never saw such a jealous man in
your life. He's too busy with his
music to bother with me but if any
other man looks at me whew!"
"Gee what's he expect?" asked
Clay. "The poor sucker!"
"lie expects a lot," said Mary.
"Why, the other day I met a fellow
in the street 1 used to go to school
with and, of course, I stopped to
talk with him. Why not?"
"I should say you would."
Well, Otto tame along, and my.
but you should have seen the way
he cut up. He was perfectly wild,
lie pushed my friend away and
dragged me home. He said I was
driving him mad that I was driving
all Ins inspiration away. What are
you going to do with a man like
that?"
"Forget him," said Clay. ''Say, it's
a good thing you met nie. li Otto
ever stack up against me he'll won
der whriher he got gay with Jrs
Wdlard or the Singer building fell
down on hmi. We're going to be
pals, you and J "
Von ie awfully ure, aren't you?"
av, where s h'tle Otto tomght;
I laying witfi In f.reheMta
you mean,
"Good night thanks for the ride,"
said Mary and left him.
Mona greeted, her with a cry of re
lief. "Oh. I was so frightened, Mary I"
she said. "I'm so glad you're back!"
"You needn't have worried," said
Mary scornfully. "He's not a bit more
dangerous than any other low
minded man!"
"Tel! me all about it," said Mona.
"And where do I come in?"
"That's just what I want to do
tell you about it," said Mary. "And
you've got just as hard a part to play
as I have. Listen I"
Mona listened. And when Mary had
done she laughed,
"Mary do you really believe that
a man .like Goodwin Clay will be
fooled so easily?"
"I know it! said Mary, with su
preme confidence. ''All we've got to
do is to stick to the plan we've
made!"
"Oh it's going to be fun, after
all!" said Mona.
Mary, thanks, to the well-established
fiction of her jealous and tal
ented husband was able to do very
much as she liked with Clay in the
days that followed, At first Clay, it
was plain, believed that she was sim
ply trying to lead him on.
"You needn't stall any more, kid,"
he told her. "You've got me going
all right! I've thrown up my hands
I'm ready to dance to any tune you
want to play!"
"1 don't know what
said Mary,
"Oh, you're clever I hand it to
you for that," he said. "You didn't
want to let on you liked me, did you?
Wanted me to get dippy about you
first? Well, I fell! Now r,uit stall
ingforget Otto and be nice!"
"I can't forget him" said Mary,
with a little shiver. She acted her
part well. And it was not long be
fore Clay was convinced that he had
misjudged her.
This had a curious effect on him.
He had been amused by what he con
sidered Mary's transparent effort to
arouse his curiosity by making her
self a little difficult. He supposed
that he was seeing through her arti
fice, hut he had not been at all dis
pleased with her resorting to it. Now,
however, when he was convinced that
she had been telling the truth, that
she was really what she pretended to
be, a rather guileless little woman,
rendered unhappy by her husband's
devotion to his art and his jealousy,
he was positively delighted .
Had Mary been what he had first
supposed, just another of the seem
ingly endless procession of women
who constantly passed in review be
fore him, he might have forgotten
her in a few days. But as it was he
began to devote himself to her to the
exclusion of everything else.
"He's quite tame, Mona," Mary
told her chum one evening. "Says
he's tired of his old crowd that he'd
rather be with me! And be really
doesn't bother me at all. He takes
me out riding and he says he's really
glad that I don't like the big Broad
way restaurants."
"But he believes that it is because
you're afraid Otto will see you?"
"Yes! You know it's a little ri
diculous, the effect Otto is having on
him. 1 talk about hint all the time,
and he's a good deal puzzled. He
simply can't believe that such a man
as I make Otto out to be can really
exist, you see. He doesn't know any
thing about art he can't imagine a
man who would rather succeed in
his art than make a lot of money."
"Where does Clay's money come
from?" asked Mona.
"He inherited a good deal of it
but he makes a good deal, too. He's
a big contractor, and I believe he's a
good, shrewd business man. I don't
see how it's possible, when he dissi
pates the way he does, but that's the
report. "
"A contractor I remember, of
course. 1 suppose that means poli
tics, doesn't it?"
"Of course it does! He's in with
every crook and grafting politician in
the city. He has the inside track
whenever anything big is in the wind.
The city pays and pays!"
"Charming character! But look out,
Mary! You've been able to control
him very easily so far be sure that
he doesn't turn on you when you
least expect it I"
"Oh, I'm all right! I have Otto to
protect me, remember! Have von
heard anything more of Clay's wife?"
"Poor soul! She's utterly crushed.
She doesn't seem to realize, even yet,
what has happened 1 think she still
cares for him, in some extraordinary
way. She thinks he's been poisoned
against her, ami that if he could he
made to see the truth he would be
sorry!"
"He'll be sorry before we're done
with hint," said Mary spitefully. "But
it won't be because he has a change
of heart! Good win Clay isn't the sort
who rrt'ornis because his belter na-
duiiht if he
ture conquers him! 1
has such a thing left !"
"It's nearly time for us to settle
with htm, once and for all. isn't it?"
asked Mona.
"Do you think you're ready? I be
lieve we could go ahead any time
now, if you arc. Clay is infatuated,
if I'm not very much mistaken."
"You needn't wait on my account,"
said Mona. "I think I'm as nearly
"ready as I ever will he. and if I wait
around thinking about it. I'll simply
get more and more nervous."
"There's always that clanger when
one clans a thing very carefully, " said
Mary, thoughtfully. "All right. 1
think Otto will have to go out of
town with his orchestra on a concert
tour in the next day or two. And
then Mr. Goodwin Clay can come and
call on me in my home which he has
been very anxious to do for sonic
time now I"
"The sooner the better!" said
Mona. "What will you do write to
him ?"
"Yes, 1 think so," said Mary,
thoughtfully. "And for the next
couple of days 1 won't see lnni at all!"
"Oil, that's clever!" said Mona, with
a laugh. "You'll make him all the
more anxious, you mean, so that he
will be quite certain to come?"
"Nothing about a man of his sort
is ever quite certain," said Mary. "But
I think I'm as sure of him as it's
humanly possible to be. He's given
himself away pretty completely. Now
I'll see what the effect of worrying
him a little is." -
"Well we've got big stakes to play
for, this time, Mary. His wife's hap
piness, and her whole future, depend
on the way we work this out. Ibis
time, it's certain, we're unselfish. I
know I'd never have consented to
this adventure except for her,"
"Nor I," said Mary. "No matter
how bad things were, I'd never have
driven a mile with Goodwin Clay for
my own sake,"
Mary, after maintaining absolute si
lence and seclusion for a couple of
days, finally wrote to Clay. And so
quickly that she knew he must have
acted as soon as he had read her note,
he called her on the telephone.
"You gave me a fine scare." he
complained. "1 thought something
had happened to you. Sure you're all
right?"
"All right yes," she laughed.
"Otto was getting ready to go away,
you see, and he was awfully exact
ing." "Well, he's gone, has he?" said
Clay.
"Yes. he's gone. The coast is
clear."
"Well, I'm coming over to see you.
All right?"
"Yes-I'll be Rlad. Soon?"
"In half an hour."
Mary turned from the telephone
and nodded to Mona. To a very dif
ferent Mona. f'or Mona had trans
formed herself mightily. She wore a
man's suit. Her hair was long and
fell about her ears and low on her
forehead. Her coat was of velvet;
she had, deliberately, preserved much
of the femininity of her appearance.
She wore a flowing Windsor tie and
a low collar, with deep points. And in
her hand she had a violin case.
"You're perfect, Mona," said Mary.
"You're Otto just as I've described
him, over and over again. Now get
that wild look into your eyes,"
Mona practiced before a mirror,
and they both laughed at the effect
she produced.
"Will I do?" said Mona, anxiously.
"If you don't well, I've been very
badly fooled," said Mary. "But I'm
not a bit worried. Go out now and
wait till you see htm come."
So Mona went out, and Mary wait
ed for Clay's arrival. He was on
time. And, so much in awe of her
did he stand that be was deferential,
almost timid, in his manner, when she
admitted him. This was very differ
ent from most of his affairs. He did
not believe that Mary was really so
different from the rest, but he did
understand, somehow, that she was of
a finer sort, and that it would be
easy to frighten her. So he had
toned down his usual rough and bois
terous way to a considerable degree.
"It's a relief to have Otto go away,"
said Mary, with a sigh. "He keeps
one constantly at concert pitch, you
know. His music makes him so ner
vous, so irritable, that it's almost im
possible to live with him without go
ing mad."
"A fellow like that has got no right
to get married," said Clay, sympa
thetically. "Say, why don't you just
slip away while he's gone?"
"I'm afraid," said Mary, "lie wanted
me to go with him at first. He threat 1
ened me with all sorts of tiling if 1 !
even spoke to a man while he was
gone - said he'd have a way of finding j
out." i
"Don't you believe it, vtid Clay,'
confidently. But it was only his von e I
that was really tontii-ent; he looked
around nervously. Anil suddenly.
just as he was about to speak again,
there was a loud knock at the door.
They stared at one another; it was
repeated with increasing violence.
"It's my husband!" gasped Mary,
going white. "He must have played a
trick on rue!"
"The door's locked f tried it,"
whimpered Clay. "Keep still he may
think the place is empty and go
away !"
The door was locked but from the
outside. The two girls had manipu
lated the lock so as to deceive Clay.
And now, while Clay and Mary cow
ered fearfully inside, the pounding on
the door became more and more vio
lent, until at last it gave way, seent
iiiKly before a savage assault with
the fire extinguisher, but really be
cause Mona had turned the key. The
next instant, Mona. in the guise of
Otto, confronted them.
"Otto. Otto!" wailed Mary. "Don't
be angry Mr. Clay is an old friend
it's perfectly all right "
And Clay, mst as Mary had pre
dicted, shotted his yellow streak. He
tried to escape from the frail but furi
ous musician. But Otto snatched a
pistol from the drawer of a table and
coveted him.
"Sit down," he fried, in a tense,
high voice.
Mary went to him and flung her
arm about his neck, but Otto cast her
off furiously.
"I shall go madl" he cried. "What
shall I do, kill you both? No then
they would kill me, too!" Suddenly lie
stared at Clay. "I know you, you
wretch!" he cried. "You are notori
ous for your dealings with women!
You why, you even perjured your
self to get rid of your unfortunate
wife!"
"No " stammered Clay,
"Will you lie now when you fare
death?" cried Otto, as if maddened.
His eyes lighted up. "Ah I have itl"
he cried. "Sit write a confession, and
put in the proofs of your perjury I At
once or, 1 will kill youl'
In vain Clay stormed and pro
tested. Otto flourishing the pistol,
threatened him until he complied.
"Good!" he said, when Clay had
done. "If you do not tomorrow make
reparation to your wife, I will use
this. And now what will you do for
me for the woman wh was my
wife?"
Mary screamed.
"You shall provide for her now
that you have driven us apart!" said
Otto. "I owe her that much. Write
her a check now!'
And this much Clay was glad to do,
"I'd have done that anyhow," he
growled, "But you're mad, man I Take
her hack! She's a good woman I"
Otto only sneered. And when the
check was written he drove them
both out.
Mary, shaken and hysterical but
from her triumph at the complete
success of their plans, and not, as
Clay supposed, because of Otto's re
turnwent with Clay. He drove with
her at once to the nearest restaurant
"You need some supper that will
brare you up," he said. "It was hard
luck having him play a trick like
that"
"Go in and get a table I want to
telephone!" said Mary, distractedly.
And in the booth, she railed Mona.
In a minute she rejoined him. And it
was not long before, to Clay's amaze
ment. Mona, herself, in her own
clothes, slipped into the vacant chair
beside Mary. Slowly he recognized in
her the mad musician. But before he
could denounce them Mary spoke.
"For once you've been beaten at
your own game!' she said. "You pre
tend to be a good sport prove it by
making things right with your wife.
And it you don't remember that
you've given us the evidence that will
send you to jail if you make us use
itl Good night!"
They left him, furious, but knowing
that they had outwitted him that it
was impossible for him to fight.
(The End.)
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Only one weekly farm paper in the
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by as many as half the farm homes
in a single state. The
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