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KC We stepped into the street. tA cab was hailed, and, after a ride of some distance we emerged before a building set back in a private, garden. Entering through a pri vate gate, we came to a back door. The man who opened to the low knock looked at me searchingly. Then, satisfied, apparently, by his scrutiny, he conducted us up a flight of stairs and along a wind ing passage into a small room, concealed from a larger one by heavy portieres. A lamp, burning behind them, cast a dim light through the heavy texture of the hangings. "Courage," whispered Fritz, gripping my hand and motioning to me to go through. I confess my heart was beating. I entered, a little uncertainly, and stood waitingbeside a table. Pres ently a door upon the opposite side of the room opened and Miss Granard came into the room. She stopped. I saw her gasp and press her hands to her breast. She peered at me across the table in the dim light. Then, with a little choking cry, came up, placed her hands upon my shoulders, and looked into my eyes. And then Well, I confess that I forgot my mission, forgot the presence of the two spies behind the cur tain. It must have been half an hour later when they burst in, un able longer to contain themselves, choking with humiliation and rage. But I had whispered my warning to her, and the girl turned and faced them bravely, Jaughing into their faces. "Welcome, friend Fritz," I said, clapping him on the-shoulder. And the man started back, trem bling and pale. "My God !" I heard him mutter. "It is the prince himself." (Copyright by W. G. Chapman. o o- SHE JUST HAD TGP'RAG" lis ,JBBw? "' lHStr Miss Emeleen Magoon. San Francisco, Cal., July 30. The tradition that a sea captain is the king of his ship was sadly wrecked on the shoals of feminine scorn during the homeward voy age of .the Korea, which arrived recently from the Far East. Capt. A. W. Nelson, master of the big steamer, is competent to naviga'te the seven seas or quell riots among Oriental steerage passengers, but when it comes to prescribing' how young lady trav elers, should dance, the skipper admits r that he is sailing- in