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Another Gripping Installment of "The Wolves of New York" Today
This Duy in History.
THIS k the aaniversary of the birth sf Napoken Bona
parte in Corseca in 1769. This child of hambJe
parents, at the age'of tweaty-six and with. a ragged; bm-'
gry army, defeated the most experienced gsnenk tf
Austria and speedily, established himself as the greatest
military genius of all time..
Instead of Drinking Cups.
QN trips and picnics a few soda-fountain straws will be
found more valuable than any drinking cup. Many
times it is impossible to procure a cupful of water from a
spring or brook without roiling it or dipping up leaves or
twigs on the surface. But a straw will reach without
trouble to the clear water beneath. Good Housekeeping.
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fcwm - ' i
The Wolvesof New York
. A STORY OF LOVE AND MYSTERY
Paul Dies As He Is About to Reveal
Borradale Curse, But Warns
Basil Against Zara
' Continued From Testerday
f They hare fought together," he
Cried. These two.' They re both
fcnrt."
Ho was doing hie utmost for
Paul. The stab was In the left side
Bader the heart, and It was clear
that the man's strength was fast
abbing away.
The gypsies drew around him, and
their attitude was threatening,
they made no effort at assistance.
"What hare yon done!" growled
one, of them. "Who struck the
UowT"
"I hare aid' that the two men
iecght," said Basil, as well as ho
aould. "The girl will teU she and
I came to separate them. Can't yon
'help hjwome of yon."
They lifted the Hungarian gypsy
and carried him with a certain
amount, of care to Zara's van. Basil
leaving the dying man for a mo
ment, hastily assured .himself that
Lorskl aa he had gathered the
saa&'s name to be was not vitally
, iajured.
Bo your best for him," he said,
0t "tUl X, can attend to him myself.
f. X am a doctor and yon can trust me.
-mere most be those among you wno
understand the dressing of a wound.
' Xt Is my, duty tor see to tho man who
Is most hurt and he lies yonder."
Zara cast a reproachful glance at
aim. She would have spurned the
prostrate body with .her foot, but
""she was restrained by the women
of the party. There was a savage
' , slow In her eyes, as In those of
some feline animal,
It was useless to attempt to move
Paul. Basil quickly realized that
nothing? could be done to help him!
Zara's blow had done Its work only
too well.
B wm not Uve many minutes,"
ha said to those among the gypsies
'Who had stayed to lend their as
sistance. Popular feeling seemed
Utile moved by the event. Those
who helped did bo In a perfunctory
manner; a few stood by, smoking
nonchalantly, taking no part In the
proceedings. Apparently Paul had
bo one who particularly regretted
tte fate that had befallen him.
"A fair fight," muttered one: "men
wQl quarrel. He'll He In the wood
tonight and tomorrow we move on."
The dying man groaned and fixed
kSa-eyes upon Basil. "Ton are good
to me," he muttered, "yet I would
have f
" "Hush." whispered Basil back.
Kerer mini that. Better not talk,
zax friend."
-I die what matter If I talk? f
" 'warn yon." The words came In a
gasp. "X dM mean to klU you. I fol
low yon from the house, though y to
. know It not. I think you goto the
station: X think It your way home.
I arrange with LorskL It all hap
pen as a plan. I wait wait outside
the van but you come not out.
Then Lorskl he say you are. of our
blood and he not have yon hurt.
.And I I dare not obey those who
have said "kill!" Lorskl and I we
walk up and down and he talk he
talk UU I grow angry. He love me
not and Zara she hate me. So we
fight and so I die."
It Was with difficulty that he
Spoke. Basil knelt, supporting his
head and moistening his lips now
and again wlth.a little brandy. The
gypsies evinced no Interest in the
ravings of a dying man.
"Why did you seek to do this
thing?" BasU asked. He had real
ised that It was due to the hazard
of his turning to go to the station
that his life had been In Jeoparay.
Paul had mistaken the route, and so
had laid his trap In a spot where but
for chance it would not have failed.
Why did you wish to klU me?"
"I obeyed my orders."
"The orders of your master, Mr.
Borrodaler .
The man laughed, and his laugh
turned to a groan. "Ah. no. It Is
not him I obey. It Is not he
mymaster. I tell you listen "
He tried to lift himself, but the
attempt did not rcb him of his
scant breath. He gasped and
coughed, and bis head fell back.
"Quick I tell you I oh. I can-
not It Is too late." He seized
.Basil's hand and pressed it con
vulsively. "But this" his voice
almost inaudible now "I warn you
there Is danger If not now be
ware and most beware of of
"Of whomT" Basil bent his head
to catch the feeble sound.
Of of Zara. Zara, the she
aevil" His. hand relaxed Its grip. His
head fell back. He was dead,
; CHATTER CXX.
A. Subtle Influence.
Paul was dead dead as he had
been about to reveal to Basil a
secret, a possible clue to the curse
which hung so heavily upon the
Borradale family.
But now the mystery was but
heightened. It was not Harold
Borradale who desired Basil's death,
and who had Instigated Paul to
'bring It about. Terrible as this
would have been, there' was yet a
reasonable motive, for Basil could
understand that Esther's husband
"had anything but affection for him.
i However. It was not Harold Bor
rodaleT Who then? To whom did
Paul owe obedience besides to his
I supposed master. To that strange
being who was presumably in
habiting the closed rooms at
Helm Towers? To that awful wo
man whose face was delineated over
that of Mrs. Borradale In the pic
ture which he had seen that day?
Granting this, why should she de
sire his death? What had he to do
with the Borradale inheritance of
vroe? To these questions his brain
could find no answer.
Then there was Zara. Why
must he so particularly beware of
Zara? He had been In the power
of Zara and her uncle that even
ing, nd they had spared his life.
Besides she had said that she liked
3 him and her eyes had been very
.candid as she spoke. But Paul
did not know that. It was prob
able that Paul's words were but
the result of a dying man's fury
against the woman who had slain
him.
It was not till later that these
thoughts forced themselves upon
Basil's mind. There was no time
to think when he rose from Paul's
side and announced that the man
was dead.
"It Is good," said the gypsy who
appeared to be the' leader of the
tribe. "We wiU bury him. He
will lie In the wood and no one
will know."
"But," faltered Basil. "I cannot
give "
The gypsy smoked nonchalantly.
"We have our own laws," he said,
"and do not ask for death certifi
cates. Two men fight one kills
the other It the fight is fair, weU
and good If not, we know how to
punish; It Is not weU to Interfere
with our customs."
Basil looked about htm with In
decision, his obvious duty was to
report the fracas to the police, and
allow the law to .take Its course.
But, glancing at the swarthy faces
which surrounded him. illuminated
as they were by the light of lan
terns, and of a rough fire quickly
kindled, at the background of
swaying trees, at the dark forma
of the wagons, be could hardly
bring himself to believe that he
was. in America, in placid West
chester, and that a high road lay
within a few paces of him. Rather
ha' might have been in the wilds
of some half-dvlllzed country, in
the company vof men who knew no
laws but their own, forest deni
zens of primitive nature. He felt
.the Influence, of his surroundings.
"The old man, Loskl, needs you,"
went on the gypsy. "It would be
best for you to attend to him. They
tell me that you are a doctor also
that you are one of us. I advise
you for your own sake to re
member that you are one of us."
He spoke quietly. but the words
were evidently Intended as a
warning.
Obviously Basn would not be al
lowed to go from the- gypsy camp
tlU his hosts felt satisfied as to his
discretion. He would gain noth
ing by opposing them now, -and
might. In fact, find himself in con
siderable -peril. Nothing -would be
easier for them If they antici
pated danger from him than to
seal his lips effectually by sending
him, to Join Panl In his secret grave.
These, were rough men. and human
life-was of small account to them.
To temporize and gain his free
dom as quickly as he could that
was Basil's obvious course.
T will go to Lorskl." he said
simply, "and I will do my best for
him."
Leaving -the side of the dead man.
he mounted the steps of the van
and tapped lightly at the door. It
was opened to him by the girl her
self. Her face was more placid
.now, and she smiled slightly as she
admitted him. He could hardly
realize It possible that this was
the same girl who hsd sped so
wildly through the night, knife In
hand, and thrown herself like a
tigress upon her foe; she. too, who
had wished to stab again In cold
blood, and spurn with her foot the
prostrate body of the man she had
killed. Those subtle lips of chang
ing expression, those weirdly fas
cinating eyes! 'The lips were smil
ing now, pouting a little: the eyes
were gentle and seemed to call for
sympathy.
"He Is not badly hurt." she said.
"Ton will see. He was wounded In
the shoulder, but It Is In the flesh
only. The knife struck upward
so!" She Imitated the gesture of
the blow. "They have laid him
upon my bed, and there ,he stay
awhile. He soon be well again. I
nurse him and you make him
welL"
She led the way to the Inner
room to which the wounded man
had been brought Those who had
carried him there had all taken
their departure, with the exception
of an old woman,- who appeared to
be the recognized medical author
ity of the tribe. Lorskl's wound,
indeed, had already been roughly
dressed, and he seemed fairly com
fortable. Basil quickly satisfied
himself that Zara's diagnosis was
the true one. The man was in no
danger; his wound was superficial,
though It had caused some loss of
blood.
"Tou are quite right," he said to
Zara. "Tour uncle Is not badly
hurt"
"I save him!" she cried, as If ask
ing for praise. "I! And It was but
Just In time. Is he dead, the cur.
Paul?"
"Tes," replied Basil, shortly, "he
is dead."
To Be Continued Tomorrow
Copyrighted, w. R. Hearst.
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fir ,7 . 1 h
WINTER I
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Issued by the National War Gar
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The Gorgon's Head
THE Gorgon was a beautiful woman, of pre-anclent Greece, her
head afflicted with writhing, hissing serpents, that made her
face, when she turned it on the world, a thing of horror and dis
gust. Germanla Is cursed with the Prussian creature, the Kaiser
and his sons, who rear about her face and make her an abomination to
the rest of the nations.
.Some genUe souls have believed that the faec she turned them was
ADVICE TO THE
LOVELORN
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
No Great Difference in Age.
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am married to a man forty
four years old and am twenty
four, and he Is a very good
man; but every time I happen
to meet any of my friends they
all tell me that I have made a
very bad mistake by marrying
a man so much older.
Now, Miss Fairfax, wonld
you please tell me If I have
made a mistake, as It is always
on my mind? J. L.
The people you refer to as mak
ing comments on the difference be
tween your and your husband's
ages are not friends, but meddle
some busybodles who are, doubt
less. Jealous that you are both so
happy.
Do not allow any further remarks
on the subject.
Tho difference you mention Is not
too great. Some of the happiest
marriages In the world are where
there Is even a greater difference.
Beauty Only Skin Deep.
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
Would you kindly advise me
what to do? I have been going
around for several years with a
young man, who Idolizes me
and would do most anything to
make me' happy. He has a very
fine character, not only Judged
by myself, but by everyone.
He is also very ambitious. I
respect and care for him a
great deal. The only objection
I have Is that he is not as good
looking as I would like him to
be, although he makes a very
neat appearance. All I hear my
girl friends speaking of are the
good-looking fellows they are
going with, which I think
nothing of.
I would like your opinion as
to whether good looks are
necessary or not? ANXIOUS.
"Good looks' are certainly not
necessary, and I wonder at your
giving the subject any further
consideration, especially, as you
say you;care for him.
Grandma, the Demon Chaperone, Was Almost Certain That Clara
and That Young Whippersnapper Were Spooning
ByNELLBRINKLEY
Copyrlint,' ills, by International Feature
Service. Inc.
suffering- with the terror and loathing and angulsh'ot her crown; but
tere's some more of us who believe she "hugs" her serpents and glories
In her hideousneas.
Great Perseus-r-our Allied soldier.- hero-clean in his varied tan and
blue, under the polished metal of his helmet, says: There's not one
difference between this dame and the Gordon her face, when she turns
it on u s doesn't turn all the world to stone with fear! Though she fondly
believed It would. And we'll have her head, swears he, "for the touch
stone's mine!" NELL BRTNKLEY.
By 'FONTAINE FOX.
You !
clara r
When a Girl Marries
9
A NEW ROMANTIC SERIAL
The Bride at a Party Gets a Lesson
in Economy and Overhears a
Disturbing Innuendo.
By Ann Lid.
CHAPTBR TO
(Copyright. ISIS, br King Feature
Syndleate, Inc.)
SET back from a white-paved
cross-roads corner In the heart
of Long" Island, there Is a
place called Flower Dew Ian.
The name sounds as. If tha place
were a little garden spot, .white,
red-awntnged, and set tn green
sward. In reality it's great rum
bling structure of lemon-colored
frame with porches and chimneys
of red Brick tacked oa at random.
Three boys preside over the grav
eled .entrance and. graciously grant
you permission to park your ear
somewhere la the barren brown
court yard, that blossoms. only with,
automobiles and their shining
nickel and enamel. Flower Dew
Inn Is tha gayest pfsee on the
Island.
Feverishly, laughing like a child
playing.' hookey from school. -JJm
turned In at the entrance. The hall
was crowded with people waiting
for places in the great, brick-pillared,
brick-floored dining room.
The place looked avaricious and
cold I wondered how Jim ceaM af
ford to bring" si1 there.
Just ahead of us stood a party of
four. There were two men la btae
serge coats and white flannels that
looked as If they might cost more
than the suits the editors of -Hal-dale's
wore down to the' office. The
women were In billowy chiffons and
picturesque; floppy -hat.
' Suddenly tho girl In blue turned.
Her -wide eyes of corn-flower blue
widened still more between their
thick, -light lashes. Her fun red
lips pentad their way Into- aa
amazed a delighted smile that
brought out a spray of tiny dimples
at her mouth -corners. She looked
like a very knowing little child.
"It's Jlml Jiramle himself come
back to tut" She called and darted
over to us.
A CaaBeaga to JJsa.
. X moment later-she stood looking
up at ray husband .ehallenglngly,
her head uplifted, her little body
quivering. She' had two. aspects
one, a pleading-. "Don't hart me"
air;-the other, worldly, a gay little
Puss in Boots,
Jr. . f
By David Gory.
ONE day as Puss was .travel
In? through a shady wood
a little old &an said to
him: "Take this twig, and
If ever you are hungry, plant It in
the earth."' and then the little man
disappeared. Maybe bo Jumped
into a hollow stump or perhaps, into
a cave. 'where' so many of these
queer little men of the wood havo
their homes. Well, anyway. Puss
placed the twig tn his pocket and
went on. and by and by It grew
late In the day and Puss became
hungry, but there was no. house In
sight.
And then the great round sun hid
Itself behind -the hill, and it got
darker and darker until Fuss al
most lost his way, and maybe ha
would have if. all of a sudden, a
little light had not glimmered in
the distance. So Puss hurried on."
and by and by, after a while, he
came to a small cottage. So ho
tapped on the door, and. after a
few minutes. It was opened by a
young girl.
"What Is It you wlsht she asked.
but she didn't open the door very
wide, for at first, sight she thought'
it might be a robber who had
knocked, but when she saw Puss
Junior with bis red top boots, she
smiled and asked him In.
"I am very sad to say that I have
nothing to eat." she said after Puss
had hung up his hat- on a wooden
peg behind the door. "Mother has
gone to the town to work and
father has gone to the war, and a
little mouse ate up the last crust of
bread only last night."
And then Puss suddenly thought
of the twig which the little man of
the world bad given him, so he took
it out qf his pocket.
"I have here a magic twig. Show
me where I may plant It." he said
to the girl,, so she led him out of
doors. And 'then Puss made a sma)l
hole in the ground and placed the
twig in it. And would you believe
It? In a few minutes it grew Into a
f wonderful tree, and from its
branches hung all kinds of little
cakes. And some had frosting on.
which at first Puss thought was the
moonlight, but as soon as ho tasted
It he knew it was frosting. Oa,
my. yes I
"Let me get a basket." said the
girl, and she ran into the cottage
and brought, out a basket and then
she and Puss filled It with cakes
and took it inside, and very soon
they both weren't the least bit hun
gry, which wasn't strange at all.
If you had looked Into the basket,
for there were only two little cakes
'left.
"Now let me make you a little
bed In this big chair." said the girl,
and then she placed a soft cushion
on the seat and lifted Puss up and
placed him on It. And after that
she went to her room, and while
they were both asleep the Twinkle.
Twinkle Star shone down on the
little cottage and sang this song:
The little cake tree grows In the
yard.
TJnder the silver moon.
And the frosted cakes when the lit
tree shakes
Jingle a silvery tune."
'And In the next story you-sball
see what Puss did when he woker.up
In the morning. "
(Copyright, 1818, David Cory.)
To be eonttaued.
air of Impudence and' in difference
as to what the people In her party
might think.
-.Evelyn!- cried JIbs and Z da
1 tec ted a bit of annoyance la hla
tone.
The girl had casght his hands la
hers, and was' looking up with tho
wlstfulNair of a child who. doesn't
want to be punished, though It
knows It has been very naughty.
"When did ypu get back? Why
haven't Z. seen you? Are you still
aagfr with-me, Jim?"
Tha bine eyes misted- over. X was
sorry for tha girL Evidently Jlsa
had hurt her somehow.
"Evelyn, I want you to meet my
wife." said Jim. curtly. "Aanejthla
Is ray friend, Evelyn Mason."
Tha .girl's face went pink all at
once and then paled, so that her
pouting red lips twisted, put against
a frail background of whits. But
she reached up and kissed :me. Wo
were friends at once.
She insisted that wa muitslt
with her party. A moment later'
she was presenting Jim's wife to
Mr. and Mrs. Royce-aad Mr. Slake,
aad every one was congratulating
Jim aad. watching Mlsa Mason ana
me. with- a puzzled sir,. In tha
dressing Toom it was settled, by Mis
Mason that sha was "Evelyn" to ma
and I "Anne" to her. A we were
going to be friends we might aa
well start, she said.
"This is Shelly1 party let's go
the limit." cried MJsa Mason, when
wa were puzzling out the- order.
She looked like an adorable baby
when she. said It. aad every one
laughed when she asked the waiter
whether "Russian caviar or lobster
cocktails would do mora to set tho
proprietor up in business. Jim look
ed uneasy. He frowned, when- ha
heard Mlsa .Mason call me Anne.
I wondered why?
Sally Boyco and JBvelyn made a
lion of Jim and' rallied the other
men oa their citizen's' .clothea. x
wondered If ray husband had a mag
netism that no woman could resist
aad if he enjoyed" his power. Z
felt uneasy, but Jim's own sir fit
reserve and unrest reassured mo, a
bit.
Plenty of Baaeiag.
There was dancing, but Jim was
informed that heroes weren't re
quired to be. dance partners. Eve
lyn' Mason sat out a great many
dances with him and insisted that
Shedtoa Blake show ma all lhe sew
steps. Mr. Blake, was very tall.
slim, perfectly .groomed, and -his
akin. eyes, and hair were In shades
of rich brown. He-was handsome-la
a- vivid, .compelling way. Tha
Dickey Royces were like a pair of
little red-brown Pomeranians, snub-
' nosed, pert, indifferent altogether
sure of themselves.
With the coSee Mr. Royce had an
laspiratioa. .
"Salllkins, I must get you one of
those rag monkey dolls they havo
here."
He called the waiter and slipped
a ten-dollar bill conspicuously into
' his hand aa he asked for the doll.
rruenur 11. w ihvukui u.
Image of a sadly ugly little monkey
dressed In green and capped la
scarlet.
Evelyn opened wide her wistful
eyes and stared at the dolly aad
then at the men.
"Want one. baby?" asked Mr.
Blake.
"flh Ewy cant let Sally havo a
dolly If she hasn'C lisped Miss
Mason in a fashion that would have
"been absurd If another girl had
tried It but In her little husky
voice It was adorable.
The waiter protested that there
were no more of the monkeys. But
Mr. Blake's twenty-dollar bill Jog
ged his memory, and he remem
bered one more.
"Oh. I couldn't take it and have
our little bride go without a souvo
nlr." protested Evelyn with sudden
sweet womanliness. "Tou give it
to" her. Shelly, and maybe Jim. will
get one for his old. old chum.4
I saw Jim's face go scarlet Z
knew .that he hadn't so much, aa
twenty dollars with him. for only
that afternoon he- had sptken of
having a check cashed tho next
morning. I shuddered away from
the proffered dolL.
"I know rm silly, but I detest
monkeysl I'll tell you what I want
for a souvenir of a wonderful eve
ningone dance with my husband."
I fairly whirled Jim out on tho
floor.
"You darling you clever little
diplomat!" breathed my husband.
He held me close suffocatingly
close. The music of a waltz set us
gliding out Into mystery and ro
mance together.
But as we passed the table Z
heard Sally Royce laugh:
"So she has Jim's number , al
ready." And Evelyn's throaty voice mar
mured: "Tor klddler
Then 'Sheldon Blake laughed:'
'"Glad you aren't in. her boots.
Ewy?"
What did they mean?
Te Be Contlnaed.)
DO YOU KNOW
THAT
Turkey red is .made from tha In
dian madder plant.
.
In some of the- streets .of Naples?
It is quite a usual thing to see the
cows and goats being led along' an!
milked at the doors of tha houses,
e
There Is a very interesting orchid
In Java, the grammatophyllum. all
the flowers of which opes at once.
ant they also all wither together.
see
The enormous demand for linen ,
for covering aeroplane wings- Is
rapidly absorbing the visible sup
plies of the world, and It may b
years before this material can bo
I bought at a reasonable price. .V"

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