THE OMAHA SUNDAY REE: APRIL 15. 191.
The Busy Bees
Their Own Page
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HAVE our Busy Bees been so deeply engrossed in the decoration of
their homes in flags and in learning patriotic songs and verses that
they have forgotten it is time to be thinking of our royal family?
. Now is the time to send in your votes for then new king and queen.
Choose the queen from the Blue side and the king from the Red.
May 1, the election closes, so write us your choice at once, that you may be
satisfied with the new rulers.
Perhaps some of our little writers are forming bandage circles and are
learning how to be of service in the war, which seems to be drawing us
further into its grasp every day . .
Canadian boys and girls, whom your editor saw-when on a trip to their
country, were much in evidence in their Red Cross service. One very popular
manner of raising money for relief work which our American boys and girls
might copy, was making and selling for 25 cents a piece little yarn soliders.
On the coat lapels of every man, woman and child one could see these
miniature soldier dolls, and it was all they could do to fill the demand for
hem. The Canadians made them in the khaki colored yarn and trimmed
hem with red and black. A more original idea for us to work out might be
o make red, white and blue ones. The brighter colors can be seen at a
rreater distance. ... , ,
If any one of you should decide to have a patriotic flower garden, planting
,.nly red white and blue flower seeds, perhaps you could have a flower sale
nd make money for relief work from red, white and blue nosegays. At
cast, you could send them to the hospitals to cheer and comfort the soldier
oys, so their courage would not fail. Start one now. i our efforts will be
itore than rewarded.
The Camp Fire girls and the Boy Scouts are well trained for service and
i any of you belong to these oi similar organizations, write us and give us
II the helpful hints you can as to how boys and girls can be of service to
Uncle Sam. As so many mothers have volunteered for Red Cross work, it
will be necessary in many homes for the children to help care for the home.
It might be well, too for Busy Btes to begin to train their pet dogs to
be of service. European dogs have rendered excellent service locating
wounded men on the battlefields, carrying important messages and standing
guard over valuables. ., . n j -j -
The priie book last week was won by Edna Green of the Red side. Grace
Moore and Mary E. Grevson, both of the Blue side, won honorable mention.
Little Stories
(Prire Story.)
Youthful Housekeeping.
By Edna Green, Aged 11 Years. St.
Edward, Neb. Route 2. Red Side.
List summer mamma helped papa
?low the corn, as we had fifty acres,
hat left me to do the cooking and
to care-for the house.
Mamma nearly alwayi helped me
wash and wipe the dishes at dinner
time. But at night I did them alone.
I learned to bake cake and cook
and clean a chicken. I don't like to
clean a chicken very well. I like to
bake a cake the best.
Papa says I make very good cake
for my size. I made one for Christ
mas and one for New Year'a dinner.
At Christmas my grandpa and grand
ma were here and at New Year s just
ur neighbors were here for dinner.
This winter mamma hasn't been
feeling very well, so I have been
doing all of the work myself. I get
very tired sometimes.
At night when I come home from
school I always have the breakfast
and dinner dishes to wash. Then I
get supper and by that time it is 8:30
and I must go to bed.
Wr 11, I must close. I wish some of
the Busy Bees would write to me. I
will answer their letters.
(Honorable Mention.)
Signs of Spring.
By Mary E. Grevison, West Point,
Neb. Blue Side.
How many of you Busy Bees have
THE RAILROAD RAIDERS
. ?.CUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE
Copyright, 117.
Ey FRANK H. SPEARMAN
A . .It Waetarn Picture Varaioa Produced by Cignal Film
Corporation and Featuring Hahra Holm.
Second Episode.
' "Yiu are sending up an innocent
man," declared David Holmes to Mor
ton Webb, the chief special agent,
when leaving to serve his sentence
for the Deer s Head express robbery.
"All that I ask of you, Webb, and
this I have a right to ask, is that you
'provide position for my daughter,
Helen, where she can earn her liv
ing until my innocence is proved."
Webb, very doubtful himself of
Holmes' guilt, but forced by circum
stances to prosecute him, gave his
promise to look after Holmes' daugh
ter. He took Helen into his own office
as his secretary, and here her frank,
honest ways made friends for her on
every hand. Capable man though he
was, Webb's weakness for whisky at
times fatally impaired his efficiency.
On the very day that Helen took up
her new duties her chief came back
from luncheon tipsy. The office force
seemed to take it as a joke. Helen,
greatly shocked, -was urging the un
fortunate man to go home when the
telegraph instrument sounded his call.
Helen took the message. It was from
headquarters, notifying Webb that
Lord Melrose and party would cross
the division that night on I special.
Webb was asked to detail a good man
to accompany them. The unsteady
chief glanced at the pink message,
and after some confused thinking
asked Burke, his assistant, to go
west to meet them. Webb, himself,
vent home.
While Holmes was being tried for
1 crime he had no knowledge of,
Arnold had been heading his rail
road raiders with continued success.
From his camp he one day watched
i train crew use an emergency tele
phone kit and saw how the device 1
might be utilized for further depreda
tions on his part. Camp was struck.
The gang headed for the outskirts of
Mountain Springs. They rented an
lid house adjoining the railroad
track. Under Arnold's direction they
ran a wire from the railroad tele
graph and telephone lines into its
second story and installed apparatus
by which he could take every railroad
message. Masters, Holmes' double,
- remained Arnold's chief confederate.
It was in this way that the ex-railroad
agent intercepted the Melrose
message. '"Melrose," he explained
to Masters, "is governor of Cantu
viands and he packs his jewelry over
the road every year."
Preparations were speedily made
to Bet possession of these valuables.
and under Arnold's directions Mas
ters procured in town chemicals for
preparing explosives.
But a second plot was under way
for the very same purpose. Burke,
Webbs assistant, was, in tact, a lor
mer crook and only waited his op
jortunity to make a new stake. When
detailed for the Melrose train he hur
ried to a pawnshop. With the pawn
broker he looked over a book of well
known family jewels Reaching the
Melrose collection, he spoke:
"Duplicate these. I want them to
by Little Folk
noticed any signs of spring? Those of
you who live in the country can see
very much. The grass is getting
?;reen and the birds have returned
rom the sunny south and are now
building their nests here.
Their sweet singing arouses us in
the morning.
The trees are opening their buds
and it will not be long before they
will be out.
The streams and creeks have
thawed out and the water is babbling
over wood and stone.
(Honorable Mention.)
Easter.
By Grace L. Moore, Silver Creek,
Neb. Blue Side,
Easter is a festival of the resurrec
tion of Christ,, the principal feast of
the Christian era.
In the very early times it was ob
served with great solemnity. In the
church it was one of the special days
for baptism. The faithful greeted
each other with the kiss of peace and
the salutation, "Christ is risen," to
which the response was, "He is risen,
indeed."
This custom is still observed in
Russia. In the Roman Catholic
church the festivities of Easter really
begin on the preceding morning with
the mass of holy Saturday, in which
the first vespers of Easter are in
cluded. The use of eggs in this connection
is of the highest antiquity, the egg
night I've a trick that will set us
up for life.
The pawnbroker worked fast, and
that night as Burke boarded the west
bound train, he smuggled the paste
jewels into his hand. Helen, the
same evening, walked into a Moun
tain Spring drug store for a maga
zine. A man, passing out, looked
strangely familiar. In a moment she
realized that this man was her fath
er's double. The thought flashed
over her that he might be connected
with her father's tragedy. She fol
lowed him. He swung aboard a
passing street car, but Helen stopped
a motorcar and gave chase. She
trailed him to the quarters of the
railroad raiders.
Keen with suspicion, she climbed
a tree and peering through an un
guarded window saw within men
mixing, as she believed, explosives.
Hastening to police headquarters she
enlisted a detail of officers to raid
the place.
On board the special, Burke now
was awaiting his chance. It came
when the governor's party went in to
dinner. Entering the washroom,
Burke slipped, Indianlike, through
the window and climbed the rods to
the governor's stateroom. Here it
was only the work of a moment to
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having been considered -a symbol of
resurrection.
The Easter fires were formerly cele
brated for the triumph of spring over
winter and the "blessing of new fire"
from which is lit the paschal candle.
All these observances had a com
mon purpose, the expression of joy in
the resurrection.
The latest Easter in this century
occurs in 1943, on April 25.
What the Fairies Tell.
By Evelyn Kuhry, Aged 12 Years,
Schuyler, Neb. Blue Side.
To me it seems that each little
flower should have some pretty fairy
legend and when Easter comes I al
ways think of the proud lily as white
as snow with a beautiful yellow pistil
and with its face looking straight up
to the clear, blue sky; too proud to
bend its lovely head to look at its little
sisters who grow around it.
The fairies tell us how the tittle
pansy cried out one day:
"Oh, dear lily, why are you so
proud? You never even ask any of
us how we are feeling. Won't you
look down and see how beautiful my
colors are this morning?"
But the proud lily never heeded the
little pansy.
A butterfly came along and while
resting its beautiful velvet wings on
the lily it said, "Good morning, dear
lily; you are so very proud and hold
your head so high that I fear to come
to visit you often. Why is it?"
"Indeed I am proud, I am beautiful.
I would not think of bending my
pretty head for anything. I wish al
ways to grow tall and stately, looking
right up to the sky. I hope I shall
never have to bend my head like
other flowers."
But the little butterfly said, "You
are too proud," and flew away.
One day it grew dark and dreary,
the lightning flashed, the thunder
roared, the earth trembled and shook,
and everything bowed its head in sor
row, even the proud lily slowly
drooped its head, for it was filled with
grief.
When Easter morning came and
everything shone out bright and beau
tily the lily stood with its head still
bowed.
The Boy and the Butterfly.
By Helen Chadik, Aged 9 Years,
Omaha. Blue Side.
1 am sorry to say that I wrote one
letter and did not see it in print. I
am trying again for better luck.
Once upon a time there was a boy
steal the diamonds and leave the imi
tationshe was even able to re-enter
the car undetected. As arranged, the
pawnbrokerSvas waiting on the plat
form at Mountain Springs for Burke's
parcel. Burke saw him outside the
car window, but was afraid to drop
the diamonds; the governor's staff
was pacing the platform.
He motioned his confederate to the
other side of the car. All would then
have gone well had not a car-tink
pushing an ice cart passed the win
dow just ahead of the pawnbroker.
Where he sat Burke could see only
the man's hat. It was, unluckily, a
duplicate of the pawnbroker's, and
Burke, unobserved by the ice man,
incontinently dropped the box into
the cart. The pawnbroker halted to
turn under the window, but Burke
had slipped back to his old seat. The
perspiring confederate waited in vain
for the falling parcel and the train
pulled out, leaving the puzzled man
at his post and with Burke satisfied
that all was right.
But the Melrose troubles had only
begun. Arnold and his raiders se
creting themselves at a lonely spot
outside Mountain Springs, were wait
ing to waylay the special train. They
had planted under the track a charge
of dynamite. The special left Moun
tain Springs twenty minutes late.
The night, though dark, was clear
and the train was running very fast,
when, to the engineer's amazement,
a tremendous explosion shook the
track a mile ahead of him. A dull,
red glare lighted the sky, and janv
ming in the throttle he threw on
the emergency air, and the shoes
wrung a stream of fire from the
burning wheels. The engineer then
discerned men ahead flagging him
down. The train stopped and the
SBCW9ES TffJt DIAMONDS
whose name was Tom. One day he
saw a butterfly, so he said, "I am go
ing to get it." He tried, but failed, so
he went away, saying, "I do not want
it, for it is only a paper one with a
string tied to it like a kite." He was
very much disappointed.
Last Day of School.
By Lizzie L. Rath, St. Francis, Kan.;
Route 3, Box 11. Blue Side.
I haven't written to the Busy Bees
for a long time, so I thought I would
write and tell you about our last day
of school, for we had a fine program.
We sang five songs in all. I was
in three songs and the names of them
were "My Country 'Tis of Thee," "Va
cation Day" and "Vacation Song." We
had three dialogues. The name of the
one I was in was "Sitting Up For
Their Husbands Who Come Home
Late."
Annie Rath, my sister, was Ruth;
Gertrude Rath was Mamie, Esther
Schmidt was Martha and I was
Frieda. In this dialogue you had to
sit around a little table and Esther
had to go to the door and talk like
somebody outside.
The name of my piece was "Va
cation Days."
We had only nine visitors at our
last day of school. When we were
through with our program our teacher
treated every one with candy and
oranges.
I wish some of the Busy Bees
would write to me. I would be very
giad to answer their letters.
Lost
By Mary Killeen, Aged 12 Years,
Burchard, Neb. Blue Side.
I, a little country girl, would like
to interest some of the Busy Bees
in the good times I had when I was
a mere child. Near our home is a
large pile of timber in which I played
with my favorite pet, a dog named
Shep, which was my only companion.
My sister was a baby and I was past
4 years old. I could drive Shep
all over. On one occasion as I was
driving him he saw a rabbit, and he
broke the string and ran away. I
followed as fast as I could and soon
founomyself on a railroad track about
two rrtiles from home. I went west
instead of east and I met two trains.
I crossed one bridge on my hands
and knees which was full of holes.
They found me at 9 o'clock at night.
I hadgone eight miles.
Her Tenth Birthday.
By Helen Crabb, Aged 10 Years,
4016 North Thirty-fourth Ave
nue, Omaha, Neb., Red Side. -
When the book came you may be
sure I was pleased and surprised.
Mamma and papa and sister and
brother were very, very glad, too.
The prize book was just fine. There
are so many games in it to play and
some we three can play ourselves.
If you won't tell I will tell you
something. My mamma is just as
big a "kid", my papa says, as we are,
and always plays all our games with
us.
She even skips rope, and when I
guards made ready to fight. They
had already jut out the car lights
when a lantern crashed through a
window of the observation car. A
note was fastened to it and one of
the men handed this to Melrose:
Tour train has stopped over a mine. Turn
1 the light and leav th car within
thirty aeconda or w aboot th chare.
The conductor peered out of the
window. Consultatioh followed, but
resistance was plainly useless. The
lights were flashed on and the party,
hands up, climbed one after another
flown trom the car. Leaving them
under the guns of the gang, Arnold
sprang aboard, hurriedly searched the
staterooms and came back carrying,
as he believed, the prized diamonds.
In reality, he had only the spurious
coronet and necklaces that Burke
had put in their place. Backing away
from the angry and humiliated train
men and their frightened guests, the
gang scattered in the darkness.
Arnold was first to get back to the
quarters. His followers joined hinv
ana an started pell-mell upstairs
Arnold leading, and all in high
spirits. The ex-railroad man flung
Probably no party was ever more
dumfounded than the raiders when,
open the door and swaggered into
the den, the others close at his heels,
as .they were congratulating them
selves, a detail of police sprang from
various hiding places and covered
them with their guns. Helen, with
the officers, carried away by her ex
citement as her eyes fell on Mas
ters, the personator of her father,
sprang at him, reckless of danger. In
the very thick of the melee the girl
struggled with the scoundrel. To kill
her. Masters tried to get his revolv
er into play. Before he could use
it, Helen smashed his head against
the wall. The gun fell from his hand,
but just as the plucky girl thought
she had him subdued, he writhed
from her clutches and dashed away.
Helen grabbed the revolver from the
floor to give chase. Masters made
tor the stairs, Helen after him.
In the room, a desDerate fiiht went
on. Arnold dropped the Melrose box
cut a window, and fighting his wav
inrougn me mix-up. got to the stairs.
Masters, too fleet for Helen, dashed
from the house into the darkness, but
not until the girl had fired a shot after
him. Arnold, leaping down the stairs
and dodging the gun-fire behind, ran
rouno tne nouse to pick up the box.
Helen fired, and dropping the box,
Arnold jumped away. Returning, he
tried again to nick it tin. hut a er.
rni shot broke the dust close by, and
nrnoici iook to nis heels. The police,
with two of. the gang captured, came
down, and Helen picked up the dis
puted box herself.
I he special, unable to go ahead, had
backed up until the track could be re
paired As it slowly approached the
raiders' headquarters, Helen, lighting
a piece of paper, ran forward. The
engineer, seeing her signal, stopped.
In the observation car, everyone ex
pected another holdup, but the con
ductor peering through the darkness
saw Helen, and the car party put up
their guns. As the train stopped, Mel
rose stepped down. Helen handed him
the jewels and Melrose thanked her.
But his wife examined them and whis
pered to her husband. She had discov
ered the substitution. Melrose looked
at them again and turned to Helen:
'These are excellent imitations,"
was all he said.
(End of Second Episode.)
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Six Years Old Tomorrow (April 16):
Name. School.
Chaddock, Myrtle E Castelar
Hruben, Irene Dupont
Johnson, Beatrice Clifton Hill
Klipa, John Lincoln
Philpotl, Clella Mae... Miller Park
Seven Years Old, Tomorrow:
Dietrich, Eleanor Walnut Hill
Groth, Mamie Train
Jefferson, Jaynet Farnam
Eight Years Old Tomorrow:
Hildreth, Vivian Clifton Hill
Johnson, Clarice I Walnut Hill
Williams, Claire Walnut Hill
Nine Years Old Tomorrow:
Bell. Anna Sherman
Fellman, Leon Cass
Goldberg, Bessie Kellom
Jones, Calvin Leslie Long
Davie, Kenneth Vinton
Nordquist, John W.... Miller Park
Novak, Joe West Side
had my birthday party, March 24,
mamma and papa both played with
all the children.
I was 10 years old then and the
queen of the Busy Bees was one of
the guests, besides several of the
neighborhood girls.
We had a grand lime, because the
girls laughed so to see mamma play
ing "Drop the Handcrcliief." "Farmer
in the Dell" and skipping the rope.
Thanking you again.
The Cherry Tree.
By Florence Seward, Aged 10 Years,
1634 Victor Avenue,. Omaha.
Blue Side.
Last summer in our back yard we
had two cherry trees. One day we
thought we woutd go out and pick
cherries, so we each took a pan and
climbed the tree. The fruit was very
targe, ripe and juicy; so we all ate
more than we put in the baskets. We
picked all the cherries we could reach,
but the best ones were farther out
on the branches. I stretched my hand
so far as it could go and reached
some of them.
As I was reaching over Mr. Wind
played a trick on us. He puffed his
cheeks just full of wind and let it
come out right on us without a mo
ment's warning. The tree swayed to
and, fro, tipping our pans over and
all our nice cherries we had taken so
much pains at picking scattered all
over the ground.
We were very angry at Mr. Wind
for playing us such a trick, but noth
ing could be done, so we got down
and picked up all we could, but we
stepped on most of them.
The next time we tried a new way.
We put the pan on the ground and
diopped the cherries in to it. But
the wind was not through with us
yet. He blew so hard that he blew
our pans over, also rocking the
branches we were on. It felt like we
were, on a ship on the stormy ocean.
This time we crawled down.
Our last plan was this: I held the
pan and my sister dropped the ber
ries into it. This time we gathered
enough berries for several cherry pies.
First Letter to Page.
By Mernie Gustafson, Aged 8 Years,
Newman Grove, Neb., Red Side.
This is my first letter to the Busy
Bees and I hope it will win a prize.
My birthday was April 11 and my
papa gave me a dollar.
We used to have a cat whfch I
loved to play with. Whenever he
wanted anything to eat he would
THE GREAT SECRET
Novelized From the Metro Wonderplay
Serial of the Same Name, in Which Francis
X. Bushman and Beverly Bayne are Co-Stars
BY J. M. LOUGHBOROUGH
Author of the Novilliation of Clyde Fitch's play "Her Sister," "His ickdoor
Romance," and other short stories.
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STTPOTVa JVDJZS
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WUil.m Montitomeri Slronp
Francis X. Rushmn
Bverly (Murk Rnverly Hayne
The Ureal Master, FrfJ R. Stanton
Dr. Zulr-h Kdwarcl Connelly
"Bilir Whaler, Tom Blnk
Jane Warrt-n Holm Pilnbar
Mr.. MathUla Clarltr Sllf Balfour
Kunlce Morton Dorothy Hydall
Sara Lorlnir Belle Bruce
Thomaa Clarke .v, J. Butler
Oetectlve Rodman Scare Rohert Orson
Assistant chief , Freii Roberts
Miss Tredwell.. ..l.llllan Kulllvan
Chun Fd l.aureme
The Shadow Tammany Ynunfr
The Spider Charles Ripley
The Rat Art Orlcnn
Wee See Charles Fan
Dr. Olt Sin .1. J, Slater
The Hyena Fred Hersn;
Leader of the Sable Hood... .Albert Msssour
Housekeeper Aden Barker
WHAT HAS (.ONT. BKFORK.
Wllllsm Montanmry stron. wealthy
young clubman, meet Beverly Clarke when
he encounters a band of kidnapers who have
salted the airl. Stronr rescue her. He
learn that her uncle, Thoma Clark, haa
Terpsichorean Tots Who Are to
Dance for Belgian Relief Fund
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PHOTO. V H Si V fi ' , S If 1 H'lli
come to our house, but one day he
went away and we could not find
him. One night when I was uptown
I saw a cat that looked like mine, so
t picked him up and took him home.
It wasn't our cat after all, as this
cat was smaller than ours.
Rescues a Little Friend.
By Dorothy Collins, Aged 10 Years,
Omaha. Blue Side.
It was a cold and bitter day, but
the pond was full of merry skaters.
The sky was a dull one which threat
ened snow. The skaters began to
leave the pond. Little Ann began to
ride on her sled at the farther end of
the pond, wherj there was a break in
the ice. It was getting dark and Ann
did not see the hole and fell in. Ann
called aloud for help.
Luckily a young boy was coming
home from skating and heard her cries
for help. Quick as a flash Tom took
the straps which his skates were on
and threw them to her. He slid back
and Ann came up and was saved. Ann
never forgot her lesson, for she was
sick in bed for many weeks.
The Mystic Light.
By Leona Walter, Aged 11 Years,
Wahoo, Neb. Blue Side.
I have not written to our page for
some time, I have been too busy with
our club. It is a very nice club and
we have a lot of fun in it. We have
a president, vice president, secretary,
guards, and officers. We all signed
a paper for twelve years.
This summer we are going on hikes
out in the groves where we will carry
our notebooks and copy down the
things we see and show them to our
teacher. We are also going to take
drawing papers and draw pictures of
plants and trees. This will be great
sport.
I think our club, or the Mystic
'Eight as it is called, will be a great
success.
Now, I want to ask you all a ques
tion. Who takes the Every Child's
magazine? If you don't I think you
should, for really it is a very nice
book and it has many interesting
stories.
rfs &e cum ties
Wt his wealth to her, snd that The Secret
Seven, a brainy band of criminals. Is plot
ting: to net the fortune. Ackerton, a de
tective, who Is trslllne The Secret Seven. Is
murdered, and Rodman Sears. a noted
sleuth, beirlns an Investigation. Sears takes
Clarke'a treasure from a safe In which
Ackerton had been keepln It and vi
stron. who telpphnn-s Beverly to visit his
horns at once. While the detective and
Stron are talklm one of the Secret Seven
"tans" the wire anil hears of the treasure.
Beverly arrives and Is nh-en her inheritance
by the detective, she asks Strong to keep
part pf It for her. The Secret Seven haa
accomplished the financial ruin of Strong
tn the meantime. Iteverh' learns oT It and
nffera him money. lie refuses and saia he
will start life anew.
CHAFTER 10.
The Woman and the Came.
Although lie is now a ruined man
btrong determines to begin all over
again lie is an excellent portrait
painter and lie opens a studio. De
tective Sears visits him. They see
from a window a number of thugs!
Virftnti
Graceful little tots like little Mist
Virginia Holliday, 6 yeara old; Vir
ginia Up ham, 8; Jane Matthai, 4, and
Helen Nygaard, 5. will combine with
pretty older girls and boys in the big
benefit dancing recital at the Brandeis
theater Friday evening and Saturday
afternoon of this week by pupils of
Miss Mary Cooper. The children are
enthusiastically planning to raise $1,
000 for the little Belgian youngsters
who receive only a cup of chocolate
and a biscuit a day, no matter how
near they are to starvation.
Tickets are on sale at Merritt's
drug stores Nos. 1 and 2, at Beaton's,
Green's, Sherman & McConnell's
stores, including the Owl Drug com
pany. Those who
wtll take part in the
program are:
Misses
Jane Powell,
Marie Schw&rtx,
Vtrnlna Holliday,
Sarah Walsh,
Betty Myers,
Miriam Williams,
Dorothy Johnson,
Helen Nygaard.
Perdlta Wherry,
Winifred Kent,
Beatrice Relmeri,
Mary Alice Kelly,
Virginia Upham,
Cornelia Storrs.
Eleanor Hamilton,
Marthena Hanford,
Misses
Tbofa Lefferts,
Betty Phippt,
Josephine Burroughs,
Catherine Douglas,
Ruth Snyder,
Helen Schwager,
Rlica Holovtchiner,
Ruth Wallace,
Dorothy Wallace,
Rarah Smeaton,
Helen Wlnkleman,
Doris Talmage,
Ruth, Potter, .
Janet Cunningham
Ruth Cooper,
Dorothy Kearney,
Lillian Simpson,
Beatrice Man ley,
Frances Cunningham, Edna Wise,
Ethet Cunningham, Carolyn Forbes,
Adelaide Sea bury.
Louise Hayden,
Janet Matthai,
Janet Jemles,
Lois Fink,
Emily Hoagland
Helen Butler.
Vashtl Drake.
Corrinne Armstrong,
Frances Rittenhouse,
Virginia Wilco,
Loratn e Cowles,
Mary Agnes Marshall, Ellen Van Arnam,
Ellen Peterson,
Frances Earneflght,
Ellxabeth von Lutt
gen, Rlibabeth Graff.
Margaret Logan,
Masters
James Stroup,
Harris Plnkerton,
Allison Hamilton,
Hugh McCoy,
Gage Hartman,
Ethel Johnson,
Pauline Capps.
Elda Beason,
Masters
Paul Liggett,
Whitney Keller.
Rugene Carrigan,
Bennle Dowd,
Jean Borglum.
kidnap the criaaaejeur who had driven
Sears to Strong's home and place one
of their own men in charge of the
taxi. Sears tells Strong not to worry;
that he will play the game with them
and will probably find the murderer
of Detective Ackerton, and with the
papers in Strong's hands they have
little to fear. Sears enters the taxi
and is driven to one of the haunts of
the Secret Seven and imprisoned. Dr.
Zulph brings the news of the capture
of Sears to The Great Master. Zulph
orders a servant to bring all the food
for Sears to him first. Fearing the
food is poisoned, Sears refuses to eat.
The jailer leaves and Sears takes
from the band of his hat some pel
lets of condensed food. The servant
reports to The Great Master, who
tells him to sample the food himself
to show Sears it is not poisoned. The
servant returns and, picking up a
portion of the food, does as ordered.
But Sears has in the meantime an
ticipated this and has drugged the
food. After eating, the servant col-
lapses and Sears strips him of his
clothing and escapes.
Meantime Dr. Zulph instructs Sara
Loring, an adventuress, ' to visit
Strong and under guise of having
her portrait painted find the securi
ties. This she does. While she is
posing Strong and Wee See leave the
room. Miss Loring seizes the op
portunity to open Strong's, desk and
locate the papers. Strong returns
and she begs to use the, telephone in
another room. Her message is to
Dr. Zulph telling him of her discov
ery. He suggests a plan by which
he can obtain possession of them.
She pretends to faint and Strong car
ries her to a couch, sending Wee See
out for medicine. He tries vainly to
revive her, rubbing her hands and
trying to restore circulation. '
In her new and palatial home Bev
erly is in deep thought and wonder
ing how she can restore Strong's
shattered fortune. She feels that in
some measure she is to blame for
much of his misfortune. She tries,
with the aid of her mother, to con
coct some scheme to overcome
Strong's pride and re-establish him
in business. Motlrer and daughter
talk it over and decide to visit Strong
in his studio and make a proposition
to him.
They arrive at Strong's studio and
find the outer room vacant. Beverly,
her heart full of new found love,
starts (tir his work room to find him.
As she opens the door she sees
Strong trying to revive Miss Loring
from, her pretended faint. She closes
the door noiscVssly and sadly de
parts, believing the man she loves is
false.
End of Chapter X