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fnilM TttTTOTT trederick iJJtllNj JDUKl VPHAM ADAMS Author of "The Kidnapped MllUonalrei," "Colonel Monro' Doctrine," Etc Copyright, 1908, bt I All rights Coptbight, 1903. bt Fbiiuhicic Dpham Adams I reserved I A. J. Da ax at Biddlu CHAPTER XXXI Continued. Both accepted the Invitation. For some moments after Mr. Hawkins had left no word was spoken between John Burt and James Blake. Each was "busy with his thoughts, bat John broke the silence. "When is Miss Carden expected to return?" he asked, quietly. "I'll try to find out to-night," said Blake, looking his partner full in the eyes. "My head has been so full of stocks that I've thought of nothing else. But I'll know all about It, John, tefore I meet you and Hawkins at dinner. Perhaps Jessie or rather, Miss Carden Is back now. Who knows? This Is your lucky day, old fellow, and all kinds of things may lappen before midnight. Wouldn't it l)e great if I went up to the Bishop louse and found her there? Of course I wouldn't say a word to spoil the sur prise you have planned. Well, I must .te going. Hope I'll have good news tor you when I see you later." Early in the evening Blake rang the tell of the Bishop mansion, and was greeted by General Carden. "It Is a pleasure, General Carden, to tender you this check, which rep resents your share of the profits. Don't say a word of thanks to me, for I do not deserve any credit. Is Miss Carden at home, and may I see her for a moment?" "She will be delighted to see you. I will call her." The general disappeared, and James Blake lay back In his chair, with his eyes fixed on the portrait of Jessie Carden. He heard the faint rustle of a gar ment and turned to see Jessie Carden as she entered the room. A tender light glowed In her brown eyes, but there was something wistful in the mlle; a blending of happiness, re straint and pity. The eyes dropped for a moment as they met his frank ' aze, but her voice was clear and "Mia hetii beat -fast aa be jwed into iweet as she offered her hand and laid: "You have made this the happiest day of our lives, Mr. Blake. I" "Not another word," Interrupted James Blake. '"You must not thank me. Please don't, Jessie. It's the only favor I ask." "Why not?" The parted lips and questioning eyes were eloquent with surprise. "Because I don't want you to," he said, releasing the little hand. His heart beat fast as he gazed Into her face, but in that moment he gained the final victory, and only the numbing palo of wounded passion re mained. Less than a day had passed since he had resolved to surrender all hope for the love of Jessie Carden. Why bad he done so? James Blake could not answer that question. He had not calmly weighed his chances of success against those of failure. Like a flash It dawned upon him that he could not that he must not be disloyal to John Burt. He did not reason it out it was told to him in that voiceless, wordless language which has no name or key. "You must not imagine," he said, "that your father Is under the slight est obligations to me. On the con trary, our firm is Indebted to him. The stock which be held was the key to the situation. Without It we could have done nothing. We have simply been able to verify the general's con fidence in Its value, and he is the one to be congratulated on the outcome." "I don't believe a word you say," replied Jessie Carden, laughing. "I'm not so stupid about these Wall street affairs as you imagine. If It bad not been for you, Mr. Morris would have defrauded pap out of all his property." "Speaking of Morris reminds me of something which has often puzzled me," said Blake, changing the subject "It's about that portrait The first time I ever met Arthur Morris I saw your portrait In his library room. It has always puzzled me. Some time I'll tell you why." ' "My portrait In Mr. Morris room!" exclaimed Jessie, the color mounting to ber cheeks. "Surely you are jest ing, Mr. Blake!" "It was probably a copy, though he told me It was the original," replied Clake. "He said you had It painted for blm In Berlin, and that you pre sented It to 'Jim. The first time I earn here I saw this one and thought tt a remarkable coincidence." mi mmmmmmm "There is no mystery abost It," said Jessie, her eyes flashing with anger. "Mr. Morris saw fit to take advantage of papa's bankruptcy, which gave him possession of our Boston residence. This portrait hung on its walls, and he doubtless had a copy made from It. This Is consistent with other acts from which we have suffered at his hands. I " The portieres parted and Edith Hancock entered the room. Her eyes rested first on Blake and then on Jessie. "Pardon this Intrusion," she said. "I am looking for a book and did not know that any one was here. You are to be congratulated, Mr. Blake; doubly congratulated." There was a tremor In the voice, but a proud flash of the lovely eyes as Edith bowed slightly, and, brushing the portieres aside, left the room. "Don't go, Edith!" cried Jessie. There was no response, and Jessie was too wise to follow her fair cous in. For some moments no words were spoken. "I am going to tell you the story of that portrait," said Jessie. The crim son touched her cheeks and a light, such as Blake had never seen, was in her eyes. "Do you remember what you said last night? You said that it seemed as if we had been friends for years, and the same thought has occurred to me. I'm going to pre sume on that occult friendship, and tell you a secret That portrait be longs to John Burt!" "John Burt? The John Burt I knew as a boy? What do you mean, Jes sie?" She opened an album and handed It to him. On one page was the faded duplicate of the pnotograph from which had been painted the por trait he had seen so often in John Burt's study room in San Francisco. Opposite It was a photograph of John Burt The album opened naturally to ber face these pages sure proof that certain white fingers had sought them out many, many times. "It was only a week before he went away," said Jessie, softly, "that these pictures were taken. It was a glori ous day in autumn, and our horses had galloped miles and miles. Near the bay shore in HIngham we saw a traveling photographer, and I sug gested ' that we have , our pictures taken. We each gave the other one, and I have mine yet. We " "And he has his yet," said Blake, a far-off look In his eyes. "He las! How do you know, Mr. Blake? Have you " "Of course he has it. I'll wager dear old John has never parted with that little gift. Excuse my Interrup tion, Jessie; I'm greatly Interested." "You spoke as If you knew," said Jessie, her heart beating wildly. "The last day I saw him he spoke of you. We sailed out to Black Reef and we talked of many things. John said he was going to California, and won dered if you were there and if he would see you. That seems ages ago, but it's only five years. And then we sailed back to the grove and he quarreled with Arthur Morris. You have heard the story. That night we parted, and a thousand times I have heard the hoofs of his horse as be galloped away In the darkness." She paused, but 31ake, with his eyes on the portrait, said nothing. "When you told, me that you were John Burt's friend I liked you," she said, in a voice which thrilled his very being. "You have been all that he said in your favor, and many times more. I would that It were in my power to repay you, Mr. Blake. You have at your command every thing which money can furnish, and I and my prayer for your happiness." He took her hand and Impulsively pressed it to his lips. "You have made me very, very hap py," be said, rising to his feet as she tenderly withdrew her hand. "I should like to tell you something which which but I must not tell It. Some day you will know me better. Will you promise not to be angry with me, then? Will you promise, Jessie?" "Angry with you? 1 am sure I shall never be angry with you." "That Is your promise?" That Is my promise." He laughed gaily as sho repeated the words, but his lips quivered and his eyes glistened suspiciously. In a moment he was the careless, happj Blake, chatting lightly on trivial Bub Jects.-' "I must keep an engagement." h said, looking at his watch. "A frlenc of mine is here from California, anc I'm to take dinner with him. He's i royal good fellow, rich, handsome, cultivated, and and everything which a good fellow should be. I'd like to introduce him. May I call with him to-morrow evening?" "Any friend of yours Is welcome, especially a paragon with such be wildering attractions," laughed Jes sie. "Good-bye, until to-morrow even ing." . CHAPTER XXXII. Through the Heart. It lacked several minutes of th hour fixed for dinner when Blake strolled through the hotel safe and thence into the lobby. The babble of voices, the gesticulations and the nervous energy which pervaded the atmosphere were not in harmony with Blake's feelings. "Jessie was afraid I was going to say something to-night, and so she told me that she loved John," he mused, throwing away a half-smoked cigar. "Dear old John! Lucky old John! Hello, what's the row? That sounds like Morris! I suppose he's drunk. If he bad a spark of decency he'd be with his father. Here he comes!" Morris pushed his way through the crowd and was followed by young Kingsley. Not until he was within a few feet of Blake did he recognize hia rival. Though anxious to avoid a meeting, Blake scorned to retreat or to turn his back. Morris stopped squarely In front of him. His Hps parted with a sneer and his fingers toyed with a small walking stick. Blake leaned careless ly against a marble column, his eyes fixed on the man who confronted him. Had Blake been In a Western min ing camp his fingers would have reached for the feel of a gun, but In a metropolian hotel he had no sense of danger. The incident was trivial, but disagreeable. "Lend me a thousand, Blake," de manded Morris. A whisper passed around the room and many turned to watch these two men, whose names had filled the pub lic prints of the day. "Certainly," said Blake, a strange smile lighting up his handsome face. "Is a thousand enough, Morris?" Blake took a wallet from his Inner pocket and banded Morris a bill. "And a match," ordered Morris, ad vancing a step nearer. (To be continued.) Ice Made In Open Air. Dr. Wells, a London physician, In 1S18, in his published esBay on dew, was the first to draw attention to the curious artificial production of ice in India. Shallow pits are dug, which ara partially filled with perfectly dry straw; on the straw board, flat pans containing water are exposed to the clear sky. The water, being a won derful radiant, sends off its heat abun dantly Into space. The heat thus lost cannot be re placed from the earth, for this source Is excluded by the straw. Before sun rise a cake of Ice Is; formed in each vessel. To produce this Ice In quan tities clear nights are advantageous, and particularly those on which prac tically no dew falls. Should the straw get wet, it be comes more matted and compact, and consequently a better conductor of heat, for the vapor acts as a screen over the pans, checks the cold, and retards freezing. Pearson's Weekly. Indians of Jewish Strain. Sir Alexander Mackenzie had an Idea that the Indians of the far North west were partly Jewish In origin. From Lake Athabasca In 1794 he set out at the head of an expedition "in a birch-bark canoe, 25 feet long, 4 feet beam and 26 Inches bold, with 3,000 pounds of baggage and provi sion and a crew of nine French Cana dians." He reached the Pacific coRst and returned. The aborigines he met were "for the most part possessed of strongly religious instincts," said he in his report. "With regard to their origin all we are prepared to state, after a careful survey of their lan guages, manners and customs, is that they are undoubtedly of a mixed ori gin; come from the North-northwest and had commerce In their early his tory, perhaps, through intermarriage with people of Jewish persuasion or origin." Had Fun With the Umpire. William Hayes acted as umpire at ball game near Washington, Pa., last Sunday, and his decisions did not seem to give unmixed satisfaction. Toward the close of the game he gave one decision which evidently gave great pain to the players on both sides. Half a dozen of them seized and carried him to a near-by river and tossed him in. Umpire Hayes scram bled out In a hurry, whereupon the in dignant athletes threw blm back and held him under water until he was nearly drowned. Then tbey rolled him on a beer keg until he recovered, when they volunteered the informa tion that he was not cut out for an umpire. On reflection Mr. Hayes is prepared to agree with this Idea. How ever, he means to sue a dozen of bis assailants. German Empress Studies Medicine. One of the most studious queens in Europe Is the German empress, who cares very little indeed for pomp and ceremony. Her majesty's favorite study is medicine and she, has in structed herself so well In the art of healing that she Is regarded as quite an .efficient adviser in cases of ordV nary illness. JOHN BURTS Author of "Tho Kidnapped Millionaires," "Colonel Monroe's Doctrine," Etc Copyright. 1902, bt I All rights I Coptbioht, 1903. bt Fbxdbuick Upbam Adams I ' reserved I A. J. Dbiiil BiodLI CHAPTER XXXII Continued. "The hotel furnishes matches," re sponded Blake, coolly. "Here's a match," said Kingsley. "Thanks, old chap." Morris calmly struck a light and, holding the bright new thousand-dollar note a few feet from Blake's head, he Ignited it "Very clever, Morris," said Blake, replacing his pocketbook. "Must be a new sensation to burn my money? Did you burn your fingers again Morris?" "Don't go too far with me, Blake!" Morris eselalmed. "I'll not stand for It, do you hear? I've lost, and I'm still a gentleman; you've won, and are yet a cad! You've taken my money and won the woman. Keep away from me." "I didn't seek this Interview," said Blake, his face flushed with rising anger, "but since it's to be our last one, I'm going to tell you something. I've not a dollar of your money and am not your rival in any respect. Listen to me, Morris, and I'll tell you something that will sober you. Do you remember John Burt? I guess you do. He was the country boy who dragged you out of a chair by the scruff of the neck for Insulting a young lady upon whom you had forced your society." "What of hlra?" demanded Morris, sullenly. At the mention of John Burt's name the scene, with all its horror, came to him. "John Burt what of him?" repeat ed Morris. "That country lout can come back, or stay away, or go to the devil, for all 1 care." "That country lout has come back," said Blake deliberately. "I had the pleasure this afternoon, my dear Mor ris, of transferring to John Burt the various stocks and bonds which you and your father tendered to James Blake & Company in settlement of your liabilities. Permit me to let you Into a deep secret, my dear Mor ris. John Burt is James Blake & Company. I am nothing. In my fee ble way I've attempted to carry out John Burt's Instructions. You seemed to stand across his path and he blot ted you out. He forced you to dis 'Like a column pushed troir gorge General Carden's fortune. He will wed the woman on whom you bare forced your addresses. Do I make myself plain, Morris?" Morris gazed at James Blake and for a moment seemed incapable of speech. "I I I think you lie, Blake," he stammered, after a long pause. Blake raised his eyes and saw John Burt and Mr. Hawkins entering the room. Pausing not a second to weigh the consequences, he grasped Morris by the shoulders and whirled bnu around. Morris threw one arm behind him, but Blake, scornful of bis opponent and thinking only of the dramatic cli max which offered Itself, took no warning. "Calm yourself, Morris," he said soothingly. "Anger does not become you. I want you to look your best, for here comes our mutual friend, John Burt! Hello, John!" Blake released his grasp and Mor ris drew back In a defiant attitude. With careless contempt Blake Ignored Morris, and his eyes followed John Burt and Hawkins as they came towards him. At the call of bis name John turned and saw Blake. His face lighted with a smile as he stopped and then walked towards the group. The muscles of Morris' face twitched, and a desperate look came to his eyes. With a quick motion his arm come from behind his back and something glittered In his hand. "Hello, Jim," said John. "Are we on time?" "Mr. Burt," said Blake, his dark eyes twinkling with deviltry, and bis voice clear as a bell, "permit me to Introduce " He turned to Morris with a mocking smile on his lips. He beard the click of metal and saw the flash of polished steel as Morris raised his arm and leveled a revolver at John Burt "I bought this for myself! Take It John Burt," he cried. He fired before the words were out of his month. The spectators who stood their ground saw James Blake throw himself forward the moment before a spit of fire came from the muzzle f the weapon. Thef taw his figure reel through the, smoke, and they saw Morris fire again. Like a sharp echo came an answer ing shot from Blake. He had half fallen, with his right knee and left hand on the marble floor. Morris's second shot was aimed over his head at John Burt, who had dashed at Mor ris and was almost over the wavering figure of his friend. When Blake fired, Morris' arms went up with a Jerk. His revolver fell with a crash on the floor. "God!" Morris cried. Like a column pushed from its base he fell. He turned half over and lay motionless. "I've got him, John," gasped Blake, "and I guess he's got me I Are you hurt, John?" He again raised his -weapon un steadily, and pitched forward into John Burt's arms. "Stand back and give the man air!" roared John Hawkins, pushing aside the morbid erowd which surged around the motionless bodies. "Bear a hand, John, we'll take Jim to my room." With bated breath John watched the surgeon as he opened the waist coat and cut away the blood-soaked shirt. For a moment he laid his bead against Blake's breast. It seem ed an age before the answer came. "He lives," said the surgeon, reach ing for an emergency case. He held a vial to Blake's nostrils, and the watchers saw the faint shudder which told of a halt in the march of death. Then the breast heaved convulsively, and James Blake opened his eyes and looked squarely Into John Burt's face. "Hello, John!" he said, faintly. "What's the matter? What's happen ed, old man?" "You must keep quiet, Jim," said John Burt, tenderly clasping Blake's hand and pushing back the damp locks from his torehead. "You are a long way from being dead, old man, but you must reserve your strength and obey the surgeons." ' I don't want a surgeon not now," declared Blake, In a stronger voice and a quickening intelligence in his dark eyes. "Hello, Hawkins! You won t be offended, will you, Hawkins, iti bftoe rx fell If I ask you and the doctors to leave me alone with John for a minute or two?" "Certainly not, my boy, if the doc tors say so." The surgeon turned to John and whispered a few words, w'jlch did not escape Blake's strangely revived senses. "You'll probe for nothing until I talk to John!" he assorted. "I'm go ing to live long enough to tell John something that no one else shall hear. Send them out of here, John, or I'll get up and chase them out" The surgeon administered a few drops of stimulant, and motioning to Hawkins and the physician, the three silently left the room. "Sit close by me, John, and let me hold your hand," said Blake. "Dear old John!" Tears glistened In his eyes as he Clasped the other's band. "I don't wish you to tell me any thing, Jim," said John, soothingly. "Just keep quiet, Jim, and make up your mind that you are going to got well and be the same generous old Jim Blake that I have known all these years." "You know what I've done!" ex claimed Blake, his eyes glistening with excitement "You know all, and yet forgive me! Do you, John? Tell me, old man; It means more for me than drugs or probes." "I do, Jim. Say no more about it old partner, but lay quiet and keep all your strength for the crisis which Is coming." John shook his head. "And yet you know the truth. I loved ber madly, John, but a few words from you, John, after yeu learn ed the truth, brought me back to earth. I said nothing to Jessie, John. No word of love ever psssed my lips. I saw Jessie this evening, and told her that I was to dine with a friend of mine from California you, John, you! And to-morrow evening I prom ised her that I would bring that un named friend to her house. That was my little surprise, John, but it was not to be." "I shall call the surgeons If you say another word," declared John, who feared a change for the worse. "I should like to see Jessie. WU1 you send for her, John?" "At once," was the answer. The door opened softly and Dr. Harkness and other surgeons entered the room. CHAPTER XXXIII. A Mendacious God. "Here's a message for you, Jessie T The man says he will wait for an an swer. I'm Just dying from curiosity." Jessie Carden was reading when Edith Hancock rushed into ber room. Too impatient to wait, she leaned over Jessie's shoulder. The note bore tne letterhead ' of a hotel and was written in a firm but scrawling hand. It read: "Miss Jessie Carden, "Mr. James Blake has been serious ly wounded by a pistol shot and may not recover. He wishes to see you. If possible, come at once. "SAMUEL L. ROUNDS." When the purport of the message dawned upon her, Edith snatched the paper from Jessie's hand and de voured it with straining eyes. "He may not recover!' Bhe moaned. "He may not recover! Oh, what has happened? I am going to him! He shah not die! Hurry, Jessie, hurry!" Two white-faced girls rushed In upon General Carden. His lips com pressed as he read the message. "This is Morris' work," he said. "Tell the messenger we will come at once." I The hotel entrance was blocked by a mob when the Bishop carriage drew up. The blue helmets of police of ficers formed a line which marked the edge of a struggling crowd, "One moment, sir!" ordered an of ficer holding his baton in front of Gen eral Carden. "Make way for the am bulance corps!" The folding doors of the side en trance opened and four men slowly advanced bearing a stretcher. It con tloned a motionless mass covered with a white cloth. . Jessie clung to her father's arm.' With a low cry Edith Hancock sprang forward and raised the cloth. She looked into the dead, staring eyes of Arthur Morris. The bearers paus ed while she gazed Intently at the face. She nervously replaced the cov ering and turned to Jessie and her father. "It's Arthur Morris! He's dead. Perhaps it is all a mistake about Mr. Blake. Find out, general; find out at once! We'll wait for you here." General Carden returned and silent ly conducted Jessie and Edith to a room on the second floor. A case of surgical instruments lay on the center table, but the room had no occupant As they stood hesitat ingly by the entrance, the door con necting an adjoining room opened and a tall man with red hair, sharp blue eyes and enormous hands enter ed. Jessie recognized Sam Rounds', "Hcou dew yo do!" he said softly, advancing with an awkward bow. "Sorry tow meet you In such a place, but tho bitter goes with the sweet. Jim's badly hurt, uut he has a chance so tho doctors say." In whispers the four talked of the tragedy. Sam nad entered tho hotel office Just before the first shot was fired. "It all happened so quick I couldn't do a thing," Sam explained. "The second shot fired by Morris Just miss edsome one else some one Jim was tryln' tew save an' went through the top of Mr. Hawkins' hat. Morris was dead before be struck the floor." Tbe door opened and a grave-faced surgeon entered the room. "Miss Carden may see Mr. Blake for a few minutes," he said. ' In the dimly lighted room Jessie Carden saw two figures one propped up with pillows so that only the head and arms showed against the white linen. The curling, black locks full back from the palo brow, and the handsome face seemed chiseled la purest marble. (To be continued.) Answered the Call. On the bank of the Mohawk river, midway between Amsterdam and Tribes Hill, New York, Is the farm of Aaron Popper. The proprietor Is the possessor of several horses, and among them one that Is blind, of which Our Dumb Animals tells this story: The horses frequently resort to the Islands in the river for pasturage. Thoy ford the stream at a point near the dwelling, and the blind mare usually follows the others. During a recent freshet the horses attempted to return, while Mr. Pepper, anxious as to the result stood watching them from the north shore. Two horses and colts had entered the stream, then their blind companion followed. In a few minutes all were strug gling against the rapid current and falling to make' any headway, the leaders sought the large island, while tbe blind beast became separated from them and drifted a considerable distance below until she gained a foothold. Then, discovering the loss of ber mates, and realizing her helpless con dition, sht gave a plaintive whinny. One of the animals, upon bearing it, re-entered tbe stream, and swimming to Its unfortunate companion, touch ed It with the nose and directed it toward the island, which both reach ed in safety. French Telephone Girls. It has recently been decided in Parla that the telephone girl is a public of ficial and as such she commands the respect Incident to public function aries. The question came up In a case where a popular actress was prose cuted In the criminal court for har Ing Insulted the central girl. While defendant was acquitted, the rights of tbe "demoiselles de telephone" wer clearly established.