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45 ' THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: JUNE 10. 1917. V i The Railroad Raiders Copyright, 1917. A WATERY GRAVE Br FRANK H. SPEARMAN Adopted from the Western Picture Variion Produced by Signal Filn Corporation and Featuring Helen Holmei. TENTH EPISODE. Almost exhausted by her efforts, Helen, pushing ahead of her the wreckage on which Roy lay, reached the beach. She dragged Roy up on the tand and began working to re store consciousness. Marshall, .Masters and Burke, chuckling over the munitions' explo lion, had already dispatched Burke to report to Desmond and Chapman, greatly perturbed, had only got his breath after the explosion when an insurance adjuster called. The man himself was nervous as he dismissed the accident: "And it means," said he bluntly, "that we've got to double your rate. The K. & W. transfer is too hazardous." Chapman was furious: "Will you give me the old rate if I ship by the In i few words she explained what she had heard: I he raidera intend looting this car as it crosses on the ferry. If you hurry, she continued almost out of breath, "you can catch them at their shack. I'll stay with the car and watch it cross the bay. Webb agreed and started the police for the shack. Marshall, who had overheard everything, was delighted. From his concealment he now watched Helen carefully. She flung a board across the rods of the car and climbed in on the hazardous perch thus contrived, so she could be con cealed and yet stay with the car. With a violent jerk as the slack was taken up the train atarted toward the terry slip. I his was Marshall op portunity. Swinging down tinder the car he Healthily .worked his way The Busy Bees Their Own Page I at.,-. j --- fa f V f v,5, t gr -w J i . t , , 1 v ?f Vr'. 1 - . Ml V THE ; BOX .CAR WITH HELEN IN IT EEGAN TO FILL WITH WATER. Northern?" he demanded after narlev. The adjuster said he would and Chapman in an unpleasant frame of , mind lett to see Desmond. He reached headquarters at the moment Burke and Desmond were laughing over the explosion. In it stormy scene with Chapman the latter exclaimed: "I am a stockholder in your toad, and yet torcea to use the Northern 1" Desmond smiled: "1 11 buy your JIOCK, "I'll sell," cried Chapman. Then suspicion crossed his mind. He Ipoked at Desmond keenly. "No, not yet When I do sell," he declared as i he left, "you two will be looking for jobs. Desmond turned to Burke. "Box car JR. M. 4716, Chapman'a loading, jrossea on the Northern today. Put your gang wise. If we bump Chap man again he may give us his stock. Helen covered Kov. again con scious, with blankets from a beach boat and finding within the boat a sailor's rig she changed her wet clothes and left for help. At the tele. phone exchange she got police head' quarters and told them of Koy. Webb, convinced that Helen and Roy were both dead, had docked his tug and gone to the police himself. He was with the desk sergeant when Helen called. Hearing her name, he took the telephone and learned to his amazement she had escaped: "Take Roy to the hospital, she directed, "I'll meet you there." Webb, with the police, started for -the docks. At the exchange Helen v was about to leave her booth when Buck Masters came in. She paused. He wanted i repair man to restore the line broken by Roy. Helen, over- ' hearing the order, resolved in some way to go along. Masters left and Helen stepped from the boqth; the cashier demanded 50 cents for her toll charge. Helen realized she hadn't a cent of money, but she turned her embarrass ment to good account: "Give the bill (to the repair man," she said coolly. in ko wun mm ana pay. "Very good, Eddie, smiled the cashier, and the repair man, with his volunteer assistant carrying part of the equipment, started for the shack. The Raiders were playing cards. They looked up when the two tele phone men entered, but Helen in her queer rig her hat pulled over her eyes was not recognized. She even flipped a silver half dollar from the table unobserved and paid her toll charge with it. The repair man sent her outside to push a wire to him. There she picked up a transmitter, attached it, and found she could listen to any call His work done, the re pair man called central to test the line. Long distance was calling he handed the telephone to Masters and left. Burke was now calling on the wire. Helen heard him speak to Masters: "Raid box car S. M. 4716 crossing the Northern ferry today." At the moment Masters hung ip the repair man returned: "That kid of yours has lost a receiver fronvmy kit," he complained. The gang was dumfounded. "Wasn't ne your helper?" neiper nothing; he came along to ay a toll ticket and handed me the i cents just a minute ago." ltLtrtl ' shouted a raider. 'That ?" m.y 50 cen" you fellows claimed I didn't put into the pot." A loud laugh followed and also some- anxiety. The men ran outside and located the receiver, only to real ize they had been trapped. "Somebody's blown the gaff," de clared Marshall. "Get the gang meet me at the ferry. "I'll stay with the box car." There was a hurried scat tering. The police found Roy, but Helen felt she could not leave the trail of the raiders' Hastening to the station agent, she ascertained where the box car stood and found it. She was about to climb aboard when Marshall swung up between two cars hardly ten feet' away. Helen was looking toward the docks and there she saw Webb with the detail of police. She called to them and they came over. along to where Helen, in fancied safety, lay. She was startled sud denly by the grip of a heavy hand and the next moment she was fight ing frantically to avoid being thrown by her brutal assailant from her board and undeancath the wheels. With the train speeding down the hill, the plucky girl fought Marshall's overwhelming strength. But he was more than a match for two like Helen. She defended herself with the strength of desperation, but in vain. Inch by inch she was forced from her frail support - The next instant the car lurched, and with a scream Helen fell between the wheels. Her wit did not desert her. and with an almost convulsive effort she man aged to throw herself lengthwise with the rails and instantly flattened her self on the ballast. The hind triirt- of the car swept over her, and truck alter truck, following, thundered close above her head. She was choked by dust and the terrific pounding of'the flying wheels against the rail joints deafened and sickened her. but she could only lie perfectly still and pray mat nu iuusc rou imgn De ner de struction. It seemed as if the end of the train would never come as if there must be a hundred cars in it. But at last, with a roar, the trucks of tne caboose whirled Dast and the sun light flashed down on the frightened girl. Half-blinded, she scrambled to her feet and ran after the train. The Northern track at this point parallels the shore line of thed)ay and Webb with the police detail, having found the birds flown from the shack, had boarded the launch and started for the ferry. It was whi e thev were crossing the bay that Helen saw them and called from where she stood. Webb headed for shore and Helen was taken aboard. There was hardly line to discuss what had haDDened. If they were to intercept the Raiders they must reach the train before it was ferried away and thev ous ted on. Unfortunately, in spite of all they could do, the ferry boat got out into the stream before they could come up ana even as tney accroached, thev perceived the Raiders bringing their own tug alongside the car ferry. With hardly an attempt at concealment, the gang began at once to unload mer chandise from box car S. M. 4716. but Webb s force was now within striking distance. Urging his launch, he ran it alongside the car ferry and Helen, followed bv Webb and the no- lice, hoarded the transfer and attacked the Kaiders. A pitched battle ensued a battle with deSDerate men and the fight, with Helen in the thick of it, waged back and forth. Helen was ev erywhere helping and encouraging, dodging in and out of the mix-uo whenever chance was afforded to over come the thieves, it was while she was making one of these sallies that Masters, seeing her. resolved to make an end of her for good. rursuing her together they caught Helen, and unseen in the confusion, picked her up, threw her bodily into tne open Dox car. slammed the dnnr shut and grabbing a crowbar, pinched a wheel until they atarted the car for the end of the boat. Too late. Webb aw the mnw. Gathering headway the box car rolled swiftly to the length of the car ferry, and with a mighty shot into the bay Helen, half stunned from her fight, still inside it. And the car began to fill with water. (End of Tenth Episode.) LAG day, Thursday of this week, though the youngest of our national anniversaries and its annuals are meager, ought to bring home to us one of the most valuable lessons of the whole year. The first official Flag day was observed June 4. 1897. this date being chosen because 117 years before the flag of the union was formally adopied by congress. vvnen the bands connecting our little colonies on the sea coast were broken with the mother country, a committee with George Washington as chairman, was appointed to devise a flag. They visited Betsy Ross and ar ranged for her to make the first flag after a pattern designed by Washington. ine American nag was born in liherty since the men who planned it were the ones who consecrated their lives and all their possessions for the preser vation of this ideal. Why is it that the very sight of Old Glory floating in the breeze ulirn you? It is not the colored doth that instills the love of country in your hearts, but the principles, the truths, and 'history which it represents. It in the emblem of civil equality and liberty under whose folds our men are now going forth to fight for eternal peace, not only for ourselves, but for all mankind. Has it ever occurred to vou to ask why the flag is referred tn a Old Glory? It is because it is twenty-three years older than the flag of Great Britain, seventeen years oiaer man tne rrencti tri-color and IUU vears o der than the present flags of Germany and Italy, and eight years older than the flag of Spain. When first made, it signified the rising ud of a valiant voung nation struggling against tyranny. Now it symbolizes the same doctrine of demo. cracy opposed to autocracy. It represents a nation which has never stooped to despotism. The red stripes tell you to be brave, the white to be pure and the blue to be just and true. Have you "caught its spirit? If not, think of it when you fling out the flag Thursday and renew your pledge of loyalty and love to the best of flags and lands. Helen Crabb of the Red side won the prize book last week, Ruby Craft of the Blue side and Ann Alexander of the Red won honorable mention. A poem was received too lafe for publication, written by Emma Stepanek of the Red side. BUSY BEE WITH BEST PAL, SiLE RAT HARRY . Little tori By Little Folks (Prize Story.) The Great Glacier. By Helen Crabb, 4016 North Thirty fourth Avenue. Aged 10. Red Side. In my last story I told how the earth war formed. Now I want to tell how the mountains, rivers, lakes and plains were made. in the time of the earth s early life, a great glacier formed in the north and traveled very, very, slowly toward the south. The great weight of this ice scraped out deep hollows and in some places smoothed the earth's surface over. Besides this it carried vast amounts of rocks that were left when the glacier melted, making mountains. As the ice melted it ran down the ravines making river beds. The great est of the hollow places were oceans. this study is very interesting be cause traces of this giant glacier may be found in our own state, Nebraska. Busy Bees write to me, (Honorable Mention.) , A Young Patriot. By Ruby Crapt, David City, Neb. Blue aide. Thinking of the war prompted me to compose this atory: f hyllis, here are some valuable government capers. I have to enlist in the army and I dare not leave them with the servants, so my daughter, I leave them to you. Now hide them some where but not in the house or barn. Phyllis was 11 years old and had no mother so she sat on a log and thought. Presently she said "I know, I will hide them in my mystery den." This by rights was only a hole in the top of a tree. Scarely had she done this when some soldiers came and ordered her to haltl "Your father has some government papers, and if you know where they are go and get them, said the head man. "I know where they are but I will not go and get them," replied Phyllis. "And why not?" asked the officer in a surly voice. "Because I will not betray Uncle sam s plans, she replied. "Would you like us to shoot you?" roared the officer. "You may do anything you like, but 1 will not tell where thev are. re plied Phyllis auietlv. Well come on men, will carry out our plans," lie roared. Phyllis trembled but said nothing lney tied her hands to a tree and put a black cap over her eyes. Then they went off about ten yards and talksd in smothered tones. Then shoot I came the command. Phyllis fainted and knew no more till she found herself beside a soldier who said she is coming too. f hyllis was startled, but the so dier said, " We shot to make you tell. We mm uncic oam nas a very orave little girl." . Rules for Young Writers 1. Write plainly en one ilde of the paper only and number the pages, 2. Tne pen nod Ink, not pencu. 8. Short end pointed articles wlU be Wen preference. Do not lie over ISO word. 4. Original storlea or lettere only will be lined. 5. Write your name, aye and addreea at the top at the lint page. A prize book will be given each week for the beet contribution. Addreea all communications to CM1 dren'a Department, Omaha Bee, Omaha. Neb. fit' this it became angry and picked at the bird. They soon began to pick at each other. The black bird be came angry and flew away to its nest. The chicken went on eating the corn. I have not written for a long time so I thought I had better write again. $irfkdatfook The Robin's Nest. By Margaret Abbott, Aged 7. Genoa. ' Neb. nine Side. This is my tirst letter to the Busy Bees. We have a sleeping porch on the west side of our house. When I wake up in the morning 1 can see a robin's nest with a robin Sitting in it. She has two baby robins. I think she is very pretty. The father robin brings her worms and feerls them to her. The nest is pretty close to the sleeping porch. Not gatUfled. The lady had htanl a atra.np la a railway carriage say that if any man could nimeeu nuaxii'atea ne would never be toxlcated again and. havlns a huiband ad. dieted to alcoholism and alao plenty of money, ahe thought of experimenting. The klnematograph operator whom aha enroled waa not kept waiting long for an opportu7 nlty of filming the errant huiband and In the presence or relatione the aubjoct was privileged to behold hlmaelf on the eoreen. Ho waa very quiet throughout and gravely left the room, which the othera thought a good sign. Finding he had also left the house, hie brother aet out to find him, run ning him to earth eventually in the club, buyes an attendant etated with hla fif teenth cocktail. "I.onk here." aald the brother. "I didn't think Vd find you back at thlp game.'- "Didn't youT" Innocenllr naked the sub- jti. "Well. Ihe fact or the matter Is, I'm not eatlnhed with thif film!" Manchester wuatuiao The Life of an Apple. By Mary French, Aged 10 Years, Honey Creek, la. Blue Side. I am going to tell you about my life. The first thing I can remember 1 was hanging on a big tree. My home was very pretty, I thought. One day two little girls came out in the orchard with a basket. They started to pick my friends off the tree and then took me. When the basket was full they car ried it down to a cave in the ground, which they called a cellar. Thev nut my irienas ana me in a barrel. We were in that barrel about three weeks when a man came with a box. hammer ana nans. He put us in the box. Then he placed a lid on the box and car ried it out to a wagon. He put several other boxes containing my friends in the wagon, hitched two big horses to the wagon and then started for town. When we reached the big town he drove up to a store and jumped out. He took us in and sold us to the store keeper, who gave the man a lot of lit tle round things called money. We were in tne store about a couple of weeks when a man came in and want ed some apples. The storekeeoer got a sack in which he put us. The man took us home with him and when he reached his place he took us into the house. His wife came to the door and dumped us ' in a pan and she poured water over us and peeled all of our skins off. Here we are now. I do not know what will happen to me now, although I think my life is draw ing to an end. which is Christ the Lord. You will find the baby wrapped in swaddling" domes lying in a manger. Then a great many angels praised God, saying, "Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace, good will toward men." The angel told them where to find the child and the shepherds went to Bethlehem. The found the babe in a stable. When the shepherds saw the Christ child they looked in amaze ment. Then the shepherds worshiped the child and went back to their flocks. The Wagon Wheel's Tale. By Eledice Godsey, Aged 11 Years, Herman, Neb. Red Side. The first thing I knew I was at tached to something that had a seat in which a man was sitting. There were a lot of other wheels just like me. One time as the man was riding to town he turned a corner that was very sharp. He went so fast that I fell off. The buggy fell on one side and the man went in the ditch. He was very angry, so he did not stop to pick me up, but ran after his horses, which had run away. I laid there for weeks and weeks. One day I made up my mind not to stay there any longer. 1 thought I would roll down the hill to some place where I would want to stop. So I rolled and rolled until I ran into a bush. As I could not get out, I re mained there. One day a boy came along and said, "I will have some fun with this wheel." As he started to roll me he made me go so fast that I got away from him. He could not catch me, and when I looked back I saw him in the road crying. "Well, this is all I have to tell you tonay, cnuaren, said the wheel. BEKNICE E. CHANDLER. Here are two of the best pals in the world, Bernice Etnyre Chandler ana ner dog, silk mt Harry. - "The two are inseparable. We never see one without the other," say the neighbors. Bernice likes to teach her dog trick's, and, indeed, he is a most highly educated animal on account of the interest his mistress takes in him. Sometimes Bernice wonders what is in her dog's thoughts. At times like this, she writes such whimsical verse as. the following: Me and My Dog. "My dog he looks at me and sighs Then he says, '1 wish there was a dog's heaven way up in the skies For when I dies, my pallbearers are - goodbys, But when you die, you're laid to rest,' I look at him and guess He's just a little bit unacquainted wun me man me rest. A New Contributor. Bessie Handler, Aged 12 Years Omaha, ZZhZ Pierce Street. Ma son School. Red Side. May I join your page? The next time I write I sha 1 write a storv. I am in the Seventh grade, class B, at .Mason school, and I reallv think it. is the best school in the city. Am I not right? I would like to have some of the Busy Bees write to nie, and I shall answer all the letters I receive. Hoping to sec my lcttcrfin print. Finds Stories Instructive. Dorothy Jordan, 940 North Twenty fourth Street, Omaha, Aged 11 Years. Red Side. I have read the Busy Bee's page for a long time. I have learned many interesting things, so I decided to join the Busy Bees. Next time 1 will send you an interesting story or poem. Six Years Old Tomorrow (June 11): I r!eiisu:i. llilgar B.. Monmouth Park Beacom, James Farnani Bon man, Delia Jane Lothrop Downs. Laura Ruth Miller Park Forman, Rose .Lothrop Flanagan, Fiances N..Holy Angels Grasso, Louie Bancroft Kruger, Howard Henry Park Machal, Margaret . Saratoga Northrup, Marjory Saratoga Pool, Chrystal Stewart. Miller Park I'eury, Wainc Central Sacco, Tony.. Traill Sorensen, Noble C Clifton Hill Stockhani, Richard E.. Walnut Hill Tavenear. .Michael. .South Franklin Seven Years Old Tomorrow: Chmelar, Sophie Rosie Bancroft Fleming, Marion Vinton Marshall, Dorothy Lake Nepinsky, Walter Bancroft Olson, Milton Mason Van Deusen. Agnes Wilina. . .Train West, Joseph Elbert Central Nine Years Old Tomorrow: Carley, Helen Alice Garfield Fradenburg, Elizabeth. .Clifton Hill Goodwin, James T Lake Hargcr,' Thelma Saratoga Lyons, Lester B Webster Medders, Ruth Saunders McCarty, Bennie Lincoln McCrea, Edward Monroe. .Castelar Walsh, John E Webster Wernher, Philipp Windsor 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 ' ' :r of the Novilization of Clyde Fitch's play, "Her Sister," "His Da.:. door Romance," and other short atories. her parents she was going to take all her pets along. She had a baby bear, a squirrel, several birds, a dog and a cat. Her mother refused to let her take them, so she let them loose in the forest. This was the end of the name "Lily and her pets," and her name became just plain Lily. The Arrival of the Shepherds. By Dulca Rogert, Aged 10 Years, Herman, Web. Kcd Side. The "Arrival of the Shepherds" was painted by Henry Lerble. He was a French artist and was born in Paris. His paintings represents nature. He also had a fortune of his own and so was able to paint anything he wished. "The Arrival of the Shep herds" is one of his best pictures. Not very far from Bethlehem, in field, some shepherds were watching their sheep. While they were watch ing them an angel came upon them. They were frightened, but the angel said to them. "Fear not. for I bring you glad tidings of joy, for unto you . . i .l- c t" : j : A Runaway. By Esther Carstens, Aged 12 Years, Route No. 2, Randolph, Neb. Blue Side. One Sunday morning last year my eldest brother went to Randolph to get my aunt and grandmother to come and eat dinner with us. When they were very near home. one of the tugs unhooked and caught in the wheel. It made a noise and one of the horses, becoming fright ened, started to run. Then all of the hooks came off the double-tree and the buggy stood still. My younger brother saw the horses running and called us. He ran out and saw my aunt and brother coming down the hill. It was a very foggy morning and we could barely see the horses. I went up the lull to meet my grandmother, whee is old and feeble and could not walk very well. the horses ran to a neighbors and when we saw them they were stand ing by the barn. They were just go ing to run when a man caught one of the horses. Nobody was hurt. I read your children's page every Sunday and I think the Busy Bees write very good stories. This is my first letter and I hope to see it in print. If I do, 1 will write you another letter. Our Last Day of School. By Helen Abraham, Schuyler, Neb.. K. F. D. No. 3. Aged 12 Years. Blue Side. I have not written for a long time. School was out the 15th of May. We started to school about half past 8. We were to be in school by 10 o'clock in the morning to get some ice cream. When all of the children arrived at the school, our teacher was not there, so we got the key, unlocked the school house and took in the things we were to have for dinner. After a while our teacher came an! brought the ice cream. We played games before we ate our dinner. There were six others for dinner besides the pupils. After, dinner we played out of doors for a long time and then came in to practice. After we were through practicing, we had ice cream. We played again for a while and then went home. We did our chores and then went back to the school house for our program. We had four songs by the whole school and three by the smaller pupils, a violin duet and one song by three pupils. Each of us had a recitation, some having two. We had three dia logues two pantomimes, danced the Virginia reel and had one flag drill. There'were only fourteen pupils. Our program took two hours and there were lots of people there. We all had a good time. Our teacher's name is Miss Kittie Grady. I think she is a very nice teacher and I like her very much. I wish she would teach our school again next year. I wish some of the Busy Bees would write to me. I would glady answer every letter. Lily and Her Pets. I By Martha Johnson, Aged 13 Years, 717 East Fourth Street, Fremont, Neb. Red Side. Lily was a girl 10 years old. Her disposition was a pleasant one. Her hair was of a brilliant hue and her eye of the brightest blue. She had i loving nature and cared tor all am mats that were wounded or homeless. One day as she was wandering through the woods she came upon a small bird which had fallen out of its nest. She tried to find the mother bird, but her hunt was in vain. She carried the bird home and cared for it. It soon became large enough to care for itself. So one day she let it go. It flew to the nearest tree, but came back every day to pick up some of the food Lily threw out for the Another days as she was gome through the woods she found a wounded baby bear. She picked it up and started to take it home when a man stopped her, He said he had shot the bear and it belonged to him. She said that it was not right to shoot it and she was taking it home to care for its wound. She finally talked him out of it and took it home. When its wound was healed she let it go, but it wanted to stay witlixher, so she kept it. - One day her father and mother de- Alice's Star. By Ann Alexander, 140 North Forty first Street, Omaha. Red Side. Little Alice asked her usual ques tion, "Mamma, why can't I have a star?" "Why, Alice," said her mother, "How would you be able to climb up to the. sky and get one?" -"I do not know, Mamma," Alice con tinued to ask until her mother thought she might satisfy her by giv ing her a starfish. So she went up in the attic and got a starfish out of a trunk. When Alice saw the star she was delighted, and said "mother, this star is white and the stars up in the sky are gold." 'That is right," said her mother. Maybe the stars in the sky which are so far away are white but they iook goia, said Alice. She did not know until a long time afterward that she had a starfish. CAST. William Montgomery Strong Francis X. Bushmsn Beverly Clarke Beverly Bavne Dr. Zulph Edward Connelly The Great Master Fred R. Stanton Jane Warren Helen Dunbar Kouman bears Robert Carson Thomas Clarke w. J. Butler Mrs. strong, wife of the Great Master ;..MIIHcent Fisher Cochran, assistant detective. ..Fred Roberta Wee Sec, Strong's Chinese servant.... Charles Fang WHAT HAS CONE BKFO;;. Wliltatn Montgomery strong-, a wealthy young clubman, falls In love with Beverly larae alter rescuing her from kidnap pers. Tho girl Is being pursued by hench men of The Secret Seven, a powerful or ganization of criminals heaoed by a mys terious Individual known only as Tho Great Master. tr. Zulph. arch conspirator of the band. Is plotting to got possession of the wealth left her by her uncle, Thomaa Clarke, who Maa a memuer of the organi zation and who repented before his death. The Great Master shields Strong when the crlmlnala plan to kill him for Interfering In their plotB and finally he summons De tective Rodman Sears and Strong, denounced Zulph to them and tells of a scneme to trap tho arch conspirator. He swallows a potion which prcducea a death-like Bleep and Zulph. after pronouncing him dead, has himself chosen as the leader of Ihe The Secret Seven. Zulph also tries to kill Jane varren, is arrested before he can rarrv out his plot, but escapes. He then goes to the headquarters of the organization, in tending to gather In lta wealth and flee. The Great Master meantime Is resuscitated by Sears and Strnntr. CHAPTER XVIII. Likes Busy Bee Stories. By Fay Bernice Ury, Aged 13 Years, box i, Chapman, leb. Ked hide. I have been reading many of your letters ana stories and think some very good. They vary, of course, to the writer's age. I am in the Seventh grade at school, but I passed into the Eighth in oui' final examinations. Our school was out last Friday. We were out a little earlier than some of the others rooms, as we only had one week of vacation, while they had two. I want some of the Busy Bees to write to me as I do not receive many letters or cards. By The Quarrel. Katherine Jensen, Valley, Neb. R. F. D. No. 2, Aged 13. Blue Side. One day I was sitting in the kitchen looking out 'of the window. I was looking at the chickens. 'I saw a little chicken in the feed pen eating com. A black bird also saw it and flew down from the tree into the pen to IcharactcNof the Klondike. is born in the city of David a saviour cided to move to the city. She told get some corn. When the chicken saw jane loved Zulph desperatejy and "THE ARMS OF THE CHAIR SWUNG TO, HOLDING ZULPH PRISONER." was completely in his power. Living in the Klondike was the man who afterward became The Great Master. He occupied a cabin with his young wife and their 2-year-old son. He had located a mining claim of tremen dous value. One day, before starting' on a trip to another settlement, he left the map of the claim with his wife. Clarke offered Zulph $10,000 if he would get hold of the map. To do so he administered poison to the young wife and she died. Zulph then fled from the Klondike with Jane Warren, who took the child with her. Afterward Zulph and Clarke met in New York and formed The Secret Seven. Jane Warren sent the lad to school and then through college, giving him the name of Wil liam Montgomery Strong. Entering business, Strong was remarkably successful. The Great Master here told the rest of the story. Returning to his Klondike cabin, finding his wife dead and his boy gone, he vchved to trail Zulph and Clarke. Part of his plan of revenge was to let Clarke hold the claim to the mine until such time as the Great Master was ready to spring his 'trap. He learned of the Secret Seven, conferred with the government secret service, obtained authority to watch the band, joined it, became the Great Master, and thus spied on the men he loathed. Clarke died, and he centered his energies on Zulph. "But why did you remain at the ' head of the organization?"' Strong asks. "For one purpose only," the Great Master replies. "To plan and wait for a day like this, when the whole gang could be brought to justice." The Great Master then goes to an as sembly room where the Secret .Seven and its henchmen are gathered. In- ' stantly scores of secret panels in the room swing open and scores of police men appear. The whole band of crooks is round- ed up and taken to prison. Zulph along with them. Strong embraces his father and Jane Warren, and Bev erly, overjoyed at his having discov ered the great secret the secret of his parentage and the wealth Thomas Clarke left hertells him the fortune really belongs tr, his father. Strong tells Beverly he wants her to reveal another "great secret" to name the day for their wedding. In due time a wedding takes place, and the faithful Wee See. resplendent but embarrassed in the conventional Caucasian cutaway and bearing "the white man's burden" a silk bal-Hs the guest of honor. (The End.) The Great Secret. Several days after The Great Mas ter has been 'brought back to life" Zulph, having taken possession of the headquarters of The Secret Seven, calls a meeting of the organ ization to -announce his election as leader. The East Indian servant in the headquarters enters and excitedly announces that The Great Master has called. Zulph, believing the servant is suffering from hallucinations pro duced by some drug, shrugs his shoulders and orders that the caller be shown in. To his horror, the man he believed dead appears. He orders Zulph to be seated, pointing to an arm chair. Zulph obeys and the arms of the chair swing together, holding him a prisoner. I hen Strong and Detec tive Sears enter, followed by Beverly Clarke and Jane Warren. Strong, be lieving The Great Master (o be a criminal of the worst type, attacks him, but Jane Warren interferes, saying: Stop. That man is vour lather. The time has come at last for you to know all, and I am the one to tell it." Then she relates "The Great Secret." Many years ago in Alaska, she says, she and Zulph knew old Thomas Clarke, who was an Unprincipled