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. a - - THE BEE: OMAHA, MONDAY, OCTOBER 23, 1916 Dramatized and Produced by the Vitagraph Company From the Popular-Novel of the same name by C. N. and A. M. Williamson MR. EARLE WILLIAMS as CHRISTOPHER RACE MISS MARGUERITE BLAKE as LADY IVY DE LISLE ' 4 Next Week Another Story and New Pjcture Copyright, 1918, br the SUr Companr. All Foreign Rights reiervsd. .'"' . CHAPTER II. The Nuremburg Watch. Christopher had had a. hard run with hii motor the day before, ao he lay late In bed drinking hla morning tea and reading the morning paper. The Mendell poisoning case soon ab sorbed him as was the situation all over England at this hour. , This morning there were portraits of young Lady Mendell, accused of " poisoning her elderly husband; of the celebrated K. C, who was her coun sel; of Miss' Mendell, the sister-in-law, a philanthropist and witness for the ' prosecution; and Miss Mendell's sec retary. But it was not the face of the young woman (once popular, now no- torious) which ! engaged Christopher's attention; it was the strong profile of Sir Cordon Ilace, his distant cousin, unrated for the defense. The ima, teur chauffeur was privately proud of the tie of kinship between him and the brilliant K. C. who had received a baronetcy as a tribute of royal and national admiration. "If anyone can get her off, 'It will be he," Christopher was , Saying to i himself, when there came a knock at S his bedroom door. "Please, sir," an- nounced the one overworked servant of the house, "there's a lady to see you in a hurry, and she won't take 'no' for a hanswer because her busi ness is that important." "Any name?" Christopher called ut. " "Miss Poinsett; and I was to say It was about your motor car and Sir Gordon Race." i Without asking " further questions ' Christopher jumped up and into his bath. To the lady, who had been asked to wait Inhis sitting room, ap peared at the end of twenty minutes a clean-shaven and well-groomed young man. But if that young man had hoped to be rewarded for meritorious speed by a vision of beauty he was dlsAnnolnted. A nlalnlv dressed woman of medium height and else half rose from a chair at his entrance, and she . was so closely veiled In thick, ugly tissue that to search vainly for her features was like being struck vlo lently with blindness. "Forgive my disturbing you," the Veiled ladybegan, in a cultivated. If somewhat affected voice, "but it was necessary that I should see you, early. A great deal depends upon it. I saw vnu advertisement last niffht for the first time, it gave your aaaress, ana though you Invite your clients to write, : not to call, I ventured to disobey. I have come to you because you must be a relation of Blr Gordon Kace. li s not - a common name." Christopher smiled and began to be a little bored, for he hated gusnt ana 'as he was something of a hero sines the Dinvanlan affair, he could ailord to choose his clients. "Naturally I claim Blr Gordon as my cousin,", he said, "but Blr Gordon would not claim me, because X doubt if he'd remember ms from any other ; member of the racs ot Adam." "At least," the veiled visitor broke in. "Sir Gordon wouldn't refuse to see you If you sent In your name at his house 7" : "Perhaps not, if he weren't too deeply engaged. "That brings the," the lady went on. "to my object. I don't ask how much you charge for your motor, by the hour, because the price doesn't matter. I am anxious for you to go 'ut once, and as quickly aa possible, to Blr Gor don Race's house In Curson street that means gotng-Jn your car and ' doing an errand for me. It seems small, but it Is really of importance, and I will pay whatever you ask In ad' ' vance." Thanks." said Christopher.' 'But perhaps you have forgotten that this Is the (1st of May, the great day in the Mendell case. Any other would be ' better for finding Sir Gordon tree. This Is his day to address the jury in do i, tense of Lady Mendell." "Oh, no, I haven't forgotten," an swered the veiled woman. "That la the reason I chose this morning. "It'i early, as you know, to your sorrow.' She laughed perfunctorily. "Sir Gor- don won'tTie at the court yet it's the Old Bailey, Isn't It? for a couple of hours, BJven the greatest advocates In England must breakfast when en gaged (n the most- Important ' case, and I think he will be eating hla when you arrive. It you'll kindly start at once." "I don't mind delaying this morning If you give me a good reason, madam." "My name la Miss Poinsett," his visitor announced. "I am an old ac quaintance, with cause for gratitude to Sir Gordon Race. I beg you to take him a parcel, which, to my'bellef, will bring him the best of good luck for this great day. He's to make his speech in defense of Lady Mendell. Her fate depends on Men, for it she haa a sin gle chance for her IKe it ilea In the effect his words may produce on the Jury."- t ' I i ; 'That la true," said Christopher. "Blr Gordon could draw tears from the eye of a potato. He plays on the . feelings ot a jury as if they were the strings of a violin. Lady Mendell was more than lucky to get him." ' "And I want to add to her bonne chance by sending her advocate a fetish," urged the lady who called her self Miss Poinsett "You see, I am in terested for them both. I have my own reasons you can fancy them, perhaps for ' not going to Sir Gor don's house myself, and it would prob ably be useless sending an ordinary messenger. Such a person would never gel Into Sir Gordon's presence, but you will. The packet which I send, with best and kindest wishes, must be put Into bis own hands, Here, in an envelone. Is payment In advance. Break the seal If you choose, now; but In any case 1 think you will be sat . . Isf led." Christopher made no further objec lions, as it was not worth whlla to arrue. and his client took from leather bag which hung from her arm a small, daintily tied-up parcel, not : more than four inches square, and wrapped In white paper such aa jewel ers use. . "There Is something rather fragile as well aa valuable in the little oox," said she. "But I may trust you not to let It drop. And you will Insist on seeing Sir Gordon yourself. If you send In your nams h will be certain to see you, If you mention that it Is Important" A few minutes later he was spinning towards Curson street In Scarlet Run ner, and reached Sir Gordon's house just as another large motor car had drawn up before it. Evidently the oc cupants of this car were expected for the door was opened by a iootman before two ladles had had time to alight They passed Into the hall at oncaj but Christopher saw that they were young and pretty, one a charming girl with brilliant Coloring and naturally wavy hair of a wonderful golden brown. Instead of asking If Blr Gordon would see him, Christopher took out a card and wrote on it a request for a moment's Interview, adding that he had "come from Miss Poinsett bring ing a p'resent from her which must be delivered personally' "Please give this to Blr Gordon Race," he said with confidence; and the servant seeing that the name on the card was the same aa that of his master, invited the visitor In without hesitation. Christopher was shown Into a room which seemed to be a combi nation of drawing room and library. When ha had begun to grow Impa tient there came through a closed door the sound of laughter from the adjoin ing room, and an instant later the door opened tor Blr Gordon Race himself. He had Christopher's card In his hand, accepted the young man aa a cousin, said that he remembered their meeting and invited him to stop for breakfast. ; "We're cousins, and, it seems, not strangers, he went on, leading Chris topher towards the open door. "Really, vou must come. There's 1 little mystery to be cleared up. and only you can clear it this mystery of Miss Poinsett." By this time he had brought the young man into the break fast room. "I have Mrs. and Miss Col llngwood's permission to introduce you. They've kindly come to . wish me luck for today, since they're not able to see me through It, aa I hoped they might. In half an hour they're off house-hunting with their motor, Instead of going into court to learn the fate of that poor little woman." "And before we go Blr Gordon has nromlsed that we shall see what Miss Poinsett has sent him," laughed the girl with brown-gold hair, accepting Christopher aa a relative of her host "AIo that we shall hear what Miss Poinsett Is like," merrily added Mrs. Colllngwood, who was tooyoung to be other than the girl's stepmother. Christopher glanced from one to the other, and guessed at in situation. The message written on his card had annarently caused a discussion, and he had been called in to settle It. He deducted that Miss Colllngwood (evi dently an American girl, accustomed to have every whim humored) was either the great man s nance or on the point of becoming so. Blr Gordon doubtless wished to prove that Miss Poinsett was nothing to him and Christopher had been summoned as an independent witness tor tne aa fense. Christopher frankly related the story of the veiled lady's visit and added that he did not know whether she were really Miss Poinsett or a deoutv of Miss Poinsett "To show you that neither do I know Miss Poinsett. I beg you'll open the parcel,"1 said Blr Gordon to Miss Colllngwooa. N l.U.,nnn.ln tttAl',, 111- InBtHttT1 Tlte girl was smiling, yet Christopher fancied that this was not quite a joke for her. "Then you're to read It out to me, ' Blr Qordon answered. Ana now in' young man was sure that he was right In one particular; this famous K. C. of 40 waa deeply In love with the girl ot 20. t There waa a delicious breakfast, but the host and his three guests were neglecting it No one could think of, anything save the little white par cel, whose dainty ribbons Miss Col llngwood had begun halt-hesitatingly to untie. The paper conceaiea a paste board box and within the box, on bed of jeweler's cotton lay a quaint and beautiful antique watch of nearly the siie and somewhat the shape, ot an egg. The rich yellow gold was chased In an elaborate pattern of tiny figures. renrenerMng birds and animals, and the face of the watch was of blue enamel set round with small jewels. "Urhit Invalv nrMnl!" exclaimed Mrs. Colllngwood. "Just the kind ot thing that my, husband adores." There s a note witn it, announcea the girl, her cheeks growing pink. "I said you were to reaa it, insisiea Sir Gordon. Miss Colllngwood opened a folded Wt of paper. "Aloud?" Yes, aioua." On this, yqur great day, in a great case," the young voice reaa, "l sena vou this In memory of another great day In a great case; and may It bring you the good lurk 1 wisn you. wouia that this old Nuremhurg watch ware filled with diamonds aa brilliant as your own arguments: hut since I have not those fo give, I give my best Uf Us kind this watch is pertect, as vou will see by the date, and an exam ination of the works, which are unique. Yours. ELIZABETH POINSETT. "Elisabeth Poinsett!" echoed Blr Gordon. "By" Jove! That case I had forgotten." Ah! I thought you d find the name had associations!" exclaimed Miss col lingwood, flushing. 'To show you how much I value them and their souvenir, I beg you to accept the watch," said Blr Gordon. "Let It bring you luck instead ot me." ."I couldn't think of taking It," cried the girl. "For your father, If not for your- self," pleaded Blr Qerden. "A Mrs. Colllngwood says, it's just the thing to please, a collector, and It s wasted on me." "Send It back to Miss Poinsett" "She went away from my place without leaving an address, Chris topher ventured to put In. "Buch a present from Blr Gordon would certainly put your father In a splendid humur, Nora, dear," suggest' ed the pretty stepmother, with a mean ing arch of the eyebrows, from which Christopher deducted parental disap proval of the K. C.'s suit Probably Miss Colllngwood was a great heiress, for whom her father expected a duke ir an earl, at the least. Nora, dear," weakened,' then yield ed. She thanked Sir Gordon charm ingly, and, letting the box lie on the table, slipped the fat gold globe into an Inside pocket of her smart tailor- made jacket. "We ought to be going," said Mrs. Colllngwood, who was aa English In type as her stepdaughter was Amer ican. "Henry allowed us half an hour to tell you that after all your kind ness getting .us seats, we couldn't be in court today. Oh, it really Is too bad. I'm so disappointed not to hear your speech and so Is Nora. Fancy having to spend such a day In looking for a country house!" Thus speaking, she gathered up from the fable several clippings with photographs of country houses, which she had been showing Blr Gordon. But the long apology caused Christopher to- suspect a hidden reason for Mr. Col- 1 ngwood's ultimatum. A girl half won would be wholly won If she were al lowed to hear her lover's eloquence to day! His errand accomplished, his break fast supposed to be finished, Chris- topher- took his leave, not wishing to linger until the departure of the ladies, Instead of returning to the garage, he ran out to South Kensington to call on a possible client who had asked to see the car, and an hour passed before he brought the Scarlet Runner to the door of his lodgings. He Intended to stop for a' few momenta, pick up the corre spondence he had missed by his early start, and set out again on another errand. iTntil this moment he had for-' gotten the envelope left by the veiled lady, out seeing it on me wow no nu the curiosity to open. Within was a smaller envelope, and this contained, in lieu ot check or bank note, five gold sovereigns. Miss Poinsett's generosity combined itself apparently wun a wisn to preserve her privacy as carefully as she hid her face. Several letters had come bypost, but one, arriving by district messenger In Christopher's absence had been laid on top of the others. Opening it, his blood rushed tingling to the riots of his hair as his eyes traveled down the neatly type written page, , "Circumstances have put the writer Into possession of a secret which con science compels him to reveal. If you would save the life of Sir Gordon Race, go backto him instantly. Say that in the antique watch' sent him this morn ing is an explosive strong enough to kill six men. Even If the case be opened, a spring must be touched which will mean destruction." ' This was all; but It brought Christo pher Race to his feet and set his heart thumping. The anonymous let ter might be a practical Joke it might be the work of a madman; but It might also he the truth, and, without stopping to dwell upon probabilities, Christopher bolted downstairs, tucking ths sheet ot paper and envelope Into his pocket Oft again sped Scarlet Runner like a red arrow, the silent chauffeur won dering at Race's tense face and reck less driving. Ludgate Hill waa crowded and many precious minutes wer wasted before Christopher. coma leap irom the oar near the entrance to that grim haunt of lost hopes, the Old Bailey. ' Each approach was guarded by bur ly constables; but Christopher wrote hastily on a visiting card: "I must see you Instantly on a mutter ot life and death.. It concerns the ladies who vis ited you this morning." This he gave, with a sovereign, to the most Intelligent-looking .of the policemen, and told him that somehow It must be got immediately to Blr Gordon Race. Christopher's face forbade argu ments and challenged interest The policeman vanished, to return present ly followed by a legal-looking person with the precise slde-whlskers of a lawyer's cIcrkT" Sir Gordon would see Mr. Race. Ho was to "come this way by the counsel's entrance, please. This picture was painted on his brain when a hush fell upon the court save for the rustling as people got to their feet while the judge came In and bowed gravely to the counsel. It was as the Judge sat down and the murmur swelled again that Christopher reach, ed a seat exactly In front of Sir Gor don Race. Leaning towards him, the great man fixed the newcomer, with a glance that had something of stern ness, something of apprehension in it: and silently he pointed to the pencilled words on-the card. " For reply Christopher handed him the anonymous letter, and watched the elder man's face change aa he read. Would he disbelieve the warn ing? Christopher asked himself. Not for an Instant had Sir Gordon accepted the supposition that the writ er ot the anonymous letter was mad or Jesting grimly. "What a fool waa not to suspect!"-he said. 'There's one person on this earth In this court now who has everything to gain by putting me out of the flght todny. Great Heaven! If I had any heart left In me, what I could make out of this tor Lady Mendell! How I could break her enemies if but this has broken me. Nothing matters here.-1 musf get out of this 1 must follow Nora Miss Colllngwood and save her " "Bend me instead, I beg of you broke in Christopher. "You cant go. You'll realise that when you're yourself again. . If you desert Lady Mendell now you'll condemn her to death, and I promise you I'll do all to save Miss Colllngwood and her peo ple that you could. Trust me and tell me where to go with my motor." "You're right," said Sir Gordon, the blood slowly flowing back to his white face. "1 can t play traitor. Mure than 1 ' mMMMMMaWMaMaMtM ever now I must stand by Lady Men dell. Mrs. Colllngwood showed me the orders to view she'd got from the agents; I remember the names of four houses." ,, He called the clerk and scrabbling four addresses on a leaf of his note book, tore It out and gave It to the man, with instructions. Then he re peated the same process with Chris topher, and had barely- Jotted down the last name when the judge coughed for the second time. The cousins exchanged a look, and Christopher turned away. By the time he had reached the door and stopped for one backward glance Sir Gordon was on his feet, ready to speak. He was still pale, but) all the old tire burned in his eyes. Chris topher expected to hear the stereo typed words, "Gentlemen of the Jury," but to his surprise and amazement of the court Sir Gordon began with a request to- the Judge. Evidence of vital Importance had" come to hand. He begged the privilege ol recalling two of the witnesses for the proeecu tlon. . Christopher dared not linger; but, hurrying oft on his quest of lite and CHRISTOPHER IS STUNNED BY THE EXPLOSION. death, the question would spring into his mind: What evidence of vital iivf pdrtance In this case had he, all un wittingly, brought to Sir Gordon with the anonymous letter r At -the first two houses the tele grams from Sir Gordon's clerk had arrived after the departure of the mo torists; at the last two they nad not been claimed. - Christopher Was at a loss what to do for the best, for tlu one clue he had to tl-.e Collingwooils' movements waa lost: yet there waa no time to Bpend by the way In making Inquiries here and there. When he he had thought until his heart ached, he decided to run into 'Bath, which now lay near, and call on tho most prominent house agent there. , Twilight was drawing on when he drew up before tho door of Richard son . & Mtlllngton, in Bath, and Christopher was thankful to find the office not yet closed. To his Joy, his wisdom In coming waB proved. The Colllngwoods had called, between 3 and 4 o'clock, and had spent some time discussing particulars of various houses in the agents' books. In the end they had found one, the descrip tion and photograph of which hed de lighted all three. It waa an Eliza bethan house of some historic Interest' called Atherton Manor, and there was a large estate attached; but Mr. Col llngwood had remarked that this would be no objection If he liked the place. It was late to visit It that afternoon, as it lay twenty tmlles or more out of Bath; but the American gentleman had seemed very energetic and had insisted upon going. He had been Interested to hear that the owners the two heiresses at the estate were still living at the Manor, which must be sold owing to the conditions of the father's will. Mr. Colllngwood had heard of some valuable pictures and Jewels, which were heirlooms in the Atherton family, for he had in quired if they were kept in the house; and, on being told tnat they were still there, he had been anxtous to set 'on at once with an order to view. It was the heirloom that, determin ed him; and though there was some talk about an antique watch which the young lady had forgotten to show her father being as well worth his at tention as any of the Atherton things. ha hardly listened, but hurried the ladles out of the office. ""Was nothing else said ' about the watch?'' asked Christopher. "Mr. Colllngwood promised to have a look at it later. I think, from tne little discussion, it was a question of some present from a person he didn't care for and was not Interested in; but of course, it waa no affair of mine and I paid no great attention." Race waited for no more, but he got oat of the office as. quickly as he could with decency, and dashed off In thefdlrection he had been told to take. i The approaching storm was about' to burst. Purple clouds boiled up over the horlson, strange clouds, edg ed and veined with copper; and as Scarlet Runner rushed oh, its lamps lit for the unnatural darkness, pale serpents of lightning writhed across the heavens. Soon came the first big drops of rain, heavy as nail-heads; next, a threatening mutter of thunder whlchv broke In an explosion of rage at the end: ana a cataract ol water streamed down, as if the black sky were a coarse-meshed sieve. There was no one of whom he could ask the way, but he remembered that he had been told to wheel sharp to the right at a point where three pop lars marked a turning; and suddenly he saw them looming black against the lightning, like three giant soldiers guarding a shield of steel. Half a mile leyond were the stone gateposts with their carved wolves rampant, for -which the agent had warned him to look. The gate was closed, and there were no lights in the low-built lodgt, nor did anyone come at hla call; sb tho car must he stopped and the gate, which was not locked, pushed open by the tired chauffeur. Christopher took Scarlet Runner in, past the lodge, where there was still no sign of life, and up a slightly ascending avenue that turned and twisted under a tunnel-like arch of branches. , Still the avenue wound on, but half a mile, perhaps, beyond the stone gate posts and the dark lodge a turn in the drive brought the tunnel of trees to an end. Through rain and dark ness he spied at a distance, across wide lawns, a long, low house, whose Irregular shape was cut, sharp and black, out of the somber fabric of the sky. Christopher saw no lights, but intervening shrubberies might hide some windows of the lower floors; and the agent had said with certainty that people were living In the house. Race had slowed down, for the white glare of his lamps on the pale mud and Wet grass was bewildering; but he was proceeding gently when with a sudden bump Scarlet Runner's front tires struck some tense -yet curiously yielding obstacle. Surprised, Chris topher stopped the car so abruptly that inadvertently he stopped the en gine aa well. s Instantly he Jumped down ,to see what was amiss, and even the fam- ishing chauffeur foigot his anguish in this new excitement. The obstruction, whatever It might be, was mysteriously invisible, but in a moment Christopher had stumbled over a thick wire tightly stretched across the drive at a height of twelve or fifteen inches abpve the ground. Had Scarlet Runner been going ut an ordir pace there would certainly have . jn ah vgly accident , -As Christopher pitched forward, and righted himself hurriedly, the chauffeur cried out, and would have broken into excited questioning-, but Race silenced him - with a raised finger of warning. - Telling the chauffeur to stana Dy Scarlet Runner, unless called, Chris topher began to climb a slight emi nence, the wind and rain in his face, as his feefsquashed through the soak ed, spongy grass. : Mounting to the top. he came Into full eight of the house, above the shrubbery and some low-growing trees. At the extreme western end was a row of three light ed, diamond-paned window on the ground floor. The room within was hidden by semi-transparent green curtains. All the other windows In that wing were black as this one had been a moment ago: for the bedrooms of the old-fashioned house doubtless depended upon candles for light and remained In darkness when their oc cupants were absent. This light whicn cast im wnite, beam up and down, shining out through thin white curtains, was neither the light of a candle nor 'of a lamp. It was a strange, wlll-o'-the-wlsp of a light and seemed to con firm those strange thoughts In Chris topher Race's brain. As Christopher noiselessly approached the lighted panes he suddenly saw, as In a vision, what waa passing on the other side.- A man, with a small, wiry rigure and a1 half-mask of crepe or some black material hiding the upper part of his face, was tiptoeing, catlike, about the room, guiding his move ments by means of a dark lantern.- He had evidently Just satisfied nim- self that there were things worth hav ing in the room, despite the risk ol tne thin curtains, and, having locked the door of an adjoining room, he placed on the flqor by the dressing table a partly-filled bag of plunder, already secured, before moving, towards the door leading out to the corridor. Here, he suffered a disappointment, Flash ing his lantern up and down the oak, he found no bolt, no key In the lock. For a second he hesitated; but there waa a litter of jewelled gold brushes and bottles and boxes on the dressing table (such luxurious things as Ameri can heiresses cn afford o carry about when they travel), and men of his profession must be accustomed to such risks, such disappointments. In old fashioned, carelessly . conducted houses. Having flashed a ray of li?ht over the tempting display on the table, he advanced to the window and softly opened It that his way of escape might be ready ir needed. "I'll let tjm gather up the spoil and then, as he comes out, I'll nab htm and yell to my chauffeur," thought Christopher. For a brief moment he had forgot ten the Nuremburg watch, and all the conflicting Interests entangled round It; but as the long beam of light once more lit up the dressing-table he had the best reasons for remembering it again. There it lay, plainly visible, as the dark, moving arm advanced to push the crowding gold toilet things aside. The lean hand grabbed it up. iTiirot A INSTANTLY 1 and aa It withdrew , Into shadow the unlocked door suddenly opened. Fram ed In a equate of dim light from the corridor stood Nora Colllngwood, a flickering candle In her hand. , With a shriek of fear and surprise she started back, then, recovering herself, bravely rushed forward to save her treasures. Out went the light of. the dark lantern, and with one spring the burglar made for the win dow, swooping swiftly as he went to pick up the bag at his feet. V ' " A thousand thoughts seemed to flash and light up Christopher's brain, like the bursting of fireworks.. The Nuremburg watch. The thief had it, in pocket or bag. It Christopher grappled with him in the .struggle they would both be kllledsperhaps the girl too, for she was close to the win dow, at the man's heels, and there were voices and quick-running foot steps In the corridor outside the oyon door. - There was half a second to decide what to do, and then the lean flguro had dashed through tne window )nto Christopher's arms. In the shock of surprise the escaping thief recoiled, snatching out a revolver; and Chris topher, seizing him with a bullylog grip by coat collar and leather belt, cauKht -him off his feet and cast hiin away like a parcel. The revolver ex ploded in the air as the man fell; and as he touched earth there followed a terrific detonation. Instinct impelled Christopher to throw himself flat on his face, but he had no time to carry out his intention. . The force of the explosion? even at a distance of twelve or fourteen feet whirled him like a leaf against the house, throwing JU backward into the open French win dow. ' 1 . Broken glass alned about him; there were cries and waving lights, and faces bent above him as he lay dazed and only half conscious. One of the faces was Nora Collingwood's or he dreamed it and dimly he heard himself murmuring, "It's all right you're safe Nuremburg watch explosive I followed to warn send word Blr Gordon." Christopher suffered no serious in juries, but the effects of the explosion and the heavy tall on the back of his head took a form resembling concus sion of the brain. For twenty-four hours he was unable to speak coher ently, and the family at Atherton Manor- might have suspected him to be an accomplice of the dead burglar, had it. not. been for the somewhat confused evidence of his chauffeur, and the knowledge of the Colllng woods that he was a cousin of Sir Qor don Race. Christopher's part In the drama was scarcely understood, and therefore the newspaper correspondent who wrote up the sensation In time for the morn ing papers thought best to refer to him but sketchily. The name of Christopher Race became,, by a mis print. "Christopher Dace"; but ven had he retained the "R," which made the difference between Importance and insignificance, it would have mat tered little to London that day. There was only one Race whose name was worth speaking, and It rang through England. - - ' - But the end of the murder trial had been reached In a way which no one could have foreseen, not even those best acquainted with all the details of the affair. Blr Gordon had obtained permission to recall two witnesses Miss Mendell and her secretary. Miss Mendell, the half-sister of the murdered man, had been the principal witness against Lady Mendell. , s ' Mlas Mendell had sought to destroy her sister-in-law's defender, lest the woman- she hated should be saved, and the fortune she desired lost - The secretary had helped her, not know Ins' her true design, but, finding it out, had weakened. The one mistako in her calculations had been in trusting him too fully. Terrible admissions were' wrung from the .stricken man and woman admissions bearing upon the past as well as the present On the incident of the Nuremburg watch Sir Gordon Race, with almost diabolic ingenuity, made the poisoning case turn, and turn against Miss Mendell. After the oross-questioning of the pair by Lady Mendell's counsel, no jury on earth would have convicted the young er woman, unless the elder had first been made to stand her trial for her brother's murder, and , been proved innocent v Only one man In England could have accomplished this change, the world) waa saying, and perhaps a cer tain American millionaire decided that such a son-in-law might be al most as acceptable as a. duke. At all events, the engagement of Sir. Gordon Race to Miss Nora -Colllngwood of New York was announced before the is in i MSmmmmwmm3Bza 1 1 fc sV THB free-runniof- ear. with 29 & V h" ' ofrierio to drsf it back, h "j J 'f f 'J jLtk always on the highroad. - JJ i r Al f Pf POLAR1NE, the Stsnd. -J f J f J ardOilfor AllMotort.minim- I F k izes friction, carbon, depre- mJJ ' . I JJJ fj . (L J eistioa. Pure lubriostion in Jjl 1 E gw J W every orop. mora Dues la ' ,; - iffi I the gallon and more distance. S E H KJ 7 f inthedsy. . - E II ' " f 1 S" Stations in Omaha S v C I I lh 4 Cm Si.. 39tfc A Fin,. Si, 4 ' C I IB B ITfUlAJ 5U.S. ADodS.St.MdlAISt. jj p ! M ifl STANDARD OIL COMPANY 2 J SSr 91ANIMJSO OACOMMftT RHtlliillmtml trial of Miss Mendell for the crime which had so nearly engulfed the in nocent But Christopher Race was the first man allowed to offer his con gratulations; and his Idea for a wed ding present caused him to search the curiosity shops for a Nuremburg watch ot the early sixteenth century. (A New Adventure Next Week.) ( GASOLINE BATHS DO THE JOB. Mexican Laborers Get Real Cleaning Up When They Go To Work For Uncle Sam. . Recently the "National Civic Fed eration commissioned Dr Thomas Darliugton, formerly health commis sioner, of New York City, to make a report on sanitary conditions in the American army on the border and in y Mexico. He made the trip, from the 'border to General Pershing's head- quarters in a touring car bearing two .-f t e . . I. ftaravan transDortimr suoolies - td ?T . t "..If t. interested in the problem of driving twenty-nine huge trucks 120 miles . through the desert, but in particular he was intrested in the methods of . safeguarding the health of the men An .whom-, the success of the trio de pended. The military road, which has, been Built since the American troops went in, is in many places almost im passable. In order to get over the bad places two of the twenty-nine, trucks were filled with Mexican laborers hired by the United Statea government to helpstalled trucks out of trouble, lhey, ot course, came m contact with the Americans, who op erated the trucks, and it was neces sary for the army surgeons to make sure that they were in good health, Thev were typical Mexican laborers, and, therefore, none to clean. ,The army sanitarians -also had reason to believe that some of them were in fested with insect foes that might dis turb the peace of their slumbers. Ac cordingly, before the laborers were finally accepted, they were vaccinated against smallpox and inoculated with a typhoid fever preventive. This, of course, tney am not nice. iaa aiier they had been convinced of neces sity of protection from sickness the subject of insects was broached. The sanitarians had decided that the onl? safe course was to bathe each Mexi can in gasoline. Thw-ofder, the lab orers naturally resented, hut no time, was to be lost in argument, and they were won over by short but effective means. One. by one they ere stripped, and both they and their clothing were subjected to a gasoline bath.' The "efficient army sanitarians, even gave them a gasoline shampoo. Then, with the two trucks loaded with' 'clean but grumbling Mexicans, the caravan went on about its busi ness. Indianapolis News. -621 residents of Nebraska registered at Hotel Astot (luring the put year.' ; ,- ' Singls Room, without M - . fijaa m 3o i Double fjMoufo , Single Rooms, with bath, 1 . . 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