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. Copyright, 1916, By The Macaulay Company
SYNOPSIS.
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The chief characters are Ethel Wil
foughby, Henry Streetman and Capt.
Larry Redmond. The minor characters
are Sir George Wagstaff of the British
sdmiralty and Charles Brown, a New
York newspaper correspondent. Ethel,
a resident of Sir George’s household,
secretly married Streetman, a German
spy, though she. did not know him as
such. Captain Redmond, her old lover,
returns to England after long absence.
¥rom him she learns the truth about
Streetman; furthermore, that he has
betrayed her simply to learn naval se
crets. The European war breaks out.
Betrayed by a German spy, .
and feeling that her life had
been wrecked by his perfidy,
Ethel prépares to wreak a ven
geance that will help to take
away some of the rancor in her
heart and at the same time be
of service to her country. Truly
there is no wrath like a wronged
woman’s. An exciting scene be
tween the girl and her false hus
band is pictured in this install
ment. ‘
Streetman, the German spy, calls
on Ethel just after she has learned of
b‘is deceit. ! :
CHAPTER X.—Continued.
Streetman waited until the butier
had withdrawn before he so much as
spoke to her. Then he faced her ex
pectantly. '
“PDid you see Sir George?”’ he de
manded—almost threateningly, it
seemed to Ethel.
“Yes!” she replied quietly, though
her evdlly nerve was strung taut to
meet the call upon her woman’s
strategy. .
“The fleet—did you find out about
the fleet?’ He could not get the words
out of his mouth fast enough.
“Yes! After what you said, what
elge could I do?” . :
“Quite so!” He made no attempt to
conceal his insolence. “Has it sailed?”
he asked her impatiently.
“Yesl.”
“Where did it go? Quick, tell me!”
By word and look both he menaced
her.
“The usual routine!” she said nor
chalantly. “It just split up into its
various squadrons—the Mediterranean,
Baltic, Black sea, Scuth American
fleets, and so on; and they’ve gone to
their customary destinations.”
“Sir George told you that?’ The
news was almost too good to be be
leved. ;
“Yes; and he never suspected I was
the least bit interested.”
“The old fool!” He told himself that
Sir George was no better than a dotard.
With such as he composing the English
admiralty the spy was sure that Ger
many had nothing to fear from the
British lion. That much-vaunted ani
mal’s teeth seemed effectually drawan.
“What news with you?” Ethel asked
him, innocently enough, so far as
Streetman noticed.
“I have had none direct from
France,” he said, never dreAming that
the time was past when he might de
ceive her by that little fiction of his.
“But war -has come,” he added.: “Of
that I am sure.”
“And England—will she enter into
it¥” she pressed him. .
“With her fleet dispersed she will
not dare,” he rejoined with a faint
smile of satisfaction.
“For the sake of France, your coun
try, that is a pity,” Ethel pointed aut.
With her former doubts re-enforced
by the revelation of Larry’s tale she
could easily pick flaws, now, in Street
man’s acting. :
“Eh? Oh, yes, of course—yes!” he
hastened to assent. “I must get the
news at once to France,” he said; and
immediately he started toward the
doorway. But the girl said something
then that brought him up sharply—
something ‘that he was far from ex
pecting, at that moment when he
seemed at last to hold her more secure
ly than ever before.
“To Germany, you mean!” she cor
rected him. Quiet as was her tone, the
words seemed to him fairly to stab the
air.
“What?” he exclaimed.
“Oh, Henry, how can you think me
80 very stupid?”’ :
“You are mad!” he parried. “I am
loyal to France.” g
“You tell me that” she scoffed,
“when here, a little while ago, in all
your talk you showed how strongly
you sided with Prussia. Just now you
were delighted that the English fleet
had dispersed. To a Frenchman that
would be bad news; but a German
would take it as you have done. You
are ir the service of the Wilhelm
strasse—a true Teuton, and I’ve been
quite blind not to realize it before.”
Streetman looked positively danger
ous as he faced her threateningly. At
last he 'was at bay. But still he had no
thought of confessing the part that he
was playing. P
“And to what use do you intend put
ting your absurd accusations?” he-de
manded. .
“None—none at all,” she sald care
lessly, with just a slight shrug of her
fine shoulders. “I merely wanted you
to know that [ know.”
“Oh. is that all? I thought you were
trying to threaten me,” he answered,
more than puzzled by her attitude. |
“My dear, why should I do that?
You still love me; and now that I've
learned about th® fleet, you still mean
next week to arrange matters with
your people to announce our mar
riage—"
“Of course, of course!” he broke in
upon her hurriedly. He had forgotten,
for the moment, all about that plausi
ble promise of his. As matters stood
on the continent he had thought it
more than likely that another week
would find him out of England for
good. But now he congratulated him
self that he had made®her that prom
ise. So far as he could see, that false
hope he had held out to her was all
that stood between him and the Tower
of London—and likely worse. “Cer
tainly we’ll announce our marriage,”
he assured her. “All that I told you of
my family, my income, was_true—ex
cept that I’m German, not French.”
She gave him an amused look.
- “But you see, you are not as clever
as you thought,” she informed him. “If
’ you’d only been frank with me, I could
have been of so much greater help to
you.” 2 ;
“You could?’ he said, as & look of
mystification spread over his face.
“How? Why?”
“I have not been quite honest with
you,” Ethel said. :
He seized her roaghly by the arm.
#You have not lied to me about the
fleet?”’ he threatened.
“No, no! That was absolutely true.”
Streetman released her then.
“Then what do you mean?” he asked.
So long as she had not deceived him in
that quarter it mattered little to him
what she might have done.
“I told you,” Ethel explained, “I
told you there was no Englishman in
my life. I lied. There was—a cap
tain in the English army. Before 1
met you we webte engaged. He threw
me over for some other woman—a
woman with money. . ¢ . I hate
him!” Streetman saw no reason to
doubt her. As Ethel flung herself into
the character of a woman scorined she
did her best to convince him of the
truth of the old adage that hell had no
fury such as hers. As she%erceived
the success of her ruse she hurried on
to elaborate her fiction. “Yes, I hate
him!” she repeated. I hate their
army! I hate all Englishmen. It is
for you—for Germany I would serve,”
she told him. “That is wky. I have fiot
done more for you. I thought yomu
were working for France, England’s
ally. England—how I hate her! I
want to see her dishonored, defeated,
ruined by your people.”
“You—you?”’ Streetman cried, as a
great light broke over him.® “And I
never dreamed!” he murmured, as he
seized both her hands. He was not
rough now—but eager, impulsive. “Yes,
it is true,” he said then. “I am a Ger
man. I serve the Wilhelmstrasse.”
“Then let me serves it, too,” Ethel
begged, much as she had besought
Larry Redmond only a short quarter of
an hour before. But then she had been
in earnest. ‘“Think what I—a woman
——could do; and a 2lever woman,” she
urged, “Take me with you, wherever
you go. I would be useful.”
The idea pleased Streetman.
“Yes, you would!” he exclaimed.
“And you shall go. You shall go with
me tonight.” 2= ;
“Where?” she asked him. ;
“To Brussels!”
“Brusseis—but why there?”
He told her then the very heart, of
the German plan.
. “Germany will invade France
. through Belgium.” he informed her.
“In two weeks we shall be in Paris.”
’ “But Germany’s {reaty with Bel
| gium—you forget that!” Ethel remind
ed him. SBie could not believe that any
country that retained the merest ves
‘tige of honor would so debase herself.
L “Belgium’s territory must be sacred,”
she said. A
.He released her hands then. ' He
needed even them to express his scorn.
“Treaty? Bah! %What is that—a
scrap of paper!” he cried. !
“But are you sure?”’ she pressed
him. This, she knew, was information
—and big Information, of the greatest
moment to the English war office.
“Yes, yes! ll'm sure!” he declared.
“That is the plan worked out by the
great general staff, and we must go to
Belgium tonight. You will meet me in
an hour at Charing Cross.. Tomorrow
we shall be in Brussels:” :
“Where shall we stay in Brussels?”
“I am sent to the Grand hotel,” he
explained. “I shall pass myself off as
Monsieur de Lorde. You shall be
Madame de Lorde.”
“Madame de Lorde!” she repeated,
as if to fix the name indelibly upon her
memory. "
“In Brussels we shall await instruc
tions,” he continued. “When they come
we shall do much—you and I—for tlie
Vaterland. . . . Good-by, my dear,
until tonight!” He started to go. But
he turned back suddenly as if the urge
of great events had not quite oblit
erated all thought of his relations yvith
Ethel. He leaned toward her.. “Now,”
he said, “now you won’t refuse to kiss
me?” :
‘She could scarcely do otherwise than
submit to him now. He put his arms
areund her, and when he had taken
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his kiss he said, “In an hour!” Then
he hurried away.
Qshamed, disgusted, Ethel wiped
her lips with loathing. And in anoth
er moment she had thrown open the
door behind which Captain Redmond§
waited. j
. “Larry—Larry!” she called.
“What is it?” he cried, springing
quickiy to her side. Her tragic man
ner alarmed him.
She turned away from him; for she
could not bear to face his honest eyes
as she told him what she felt she must.
“]I hoped I'd never have to tell you
this,” she said, “but now that it has
come, Y’'ve got to. Larry, the man I
married is a German spy.”
“A German spy? Your husband?
. . . Butitecan’t be!” he exclaimed
incredulously. :
“But it is!” she insisted. “I' only
just éfound out. Till now I thought he
loved me—a little. But he didn’t. He’s
cheated, tricked me for the things I
could teil him about the navy. That’s
why he married me, because he was a
Spy. . . . Butnow I've fooled him!”
she exulted fiercely. “I've made him
believe that I, too, am with the Ger
mans and that I shall work with hinf!”
- The situation staggered Captain Red
mond. He seemed nonplused.
“But what can I do? I can’t arrest
him—your husband.” he told her.
“No—you can’t, for tonight he goes
to Brussels and I go with him. I shall
be at the Grand hotel, as Madame de
Lorde.” . :
“You are going to Brussels?’ he re
peated, grasping, even as. he spoke,
something of the import of the news.
“Yes; for Germany is to inyade
France through Belgium!”
“Good heavens!” he gasped, astound
ed at the enormity. “But you can’t go
there—with him! I forbid it!” ;
“No, no!” she protested. ‘“You prom
ised we’d work together—that you
wouldn’t try to stop me. You promised
on your honor.” ;
“But my dear, you can’t hold me to
that now,” he objected.
“But I do!” she insisted. “I’m go
ing to Brussels. Even you can’t pre
ventit. . . . Good-by, Larry!” And
she started to leave him.
He stopped her quickly.
“Ethel! Please!” he entreated.
“No, Larry!” was the firm answer.
He saw that her determination was
too great to be'denled. And he walked
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’up to her then and raised his hand to
Lb’!d her for just a fleeting moment
longer. 2
~ “Wait!” he besought her. “I’ll come
to you tomorrow in Brussels. . Perhaps
somehow I can help you—protect you.”
~ “QOh, you can, Larry, you can!” she
_panted, all but overcome by relief and
gratitude. She had quailed at the
‘thought of her perilous mission. But
‘nevertheless she had never hesitated
to go through with it. “Remember—
Grand hotel—Madame de Lorde! I'll
learn everything for you tonight—for
king and country!” And she held her
hand out to him impulsively.
He caught it in both of his.
“For king and country!” he repeated
after her gravely. And then he kissed
her hand with something akin to rev
erence. “And for you!” Captain Red
mond whispered. e
: CHAPTER XI.
At the Lion D'or.
In the little Belgian village of Cour
voisier two happy peasants were play
ing checkers in an inn called the Lion
d’Or. It was still August—still the
finest of summer weather. And in the
carefree minds of those two - idlers
there was not the slightest reason for
them to forego their customary after
noon diversion, even if their great and
powerful neighbors—Germany and
France—were at tbat very moment
crouched and ready to spring at each
other’s throats. In Belgium all was |
By Richard Parker
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Roi Cooper Megrue
Author of
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and Co-Author eof
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peaceful. And the very sun seemed
to shine upon that tiny country with
just a little more beneficence than it
had over the rest of the world. For
Belgipm, fortunately, there was no
dread of war. Secure in the conviction
that she had no enemies, her people
went about their affairs with the same
light-hearted content that they had
come to regard, through the years, as
their natural heritage.
“Yoila, messieurs!”” the inn’s sole
waiter, Louis, exclaimed as he laid up
on the table the change that was due
the two guests. And “Behold, gentle
men!” he repeated in quite the grand
manner as he placed before them two
liquor glasses filled with an amber
ambrosia. 2 :
The players thanked him. And in
that moment one of them brought the
game to a swift termination by the
‘execution of a mosterly move toward
which he had long been maneuvering.
. The two peasants tossed off their
cordials then. Tkey had already risen
from their chairs when the innkeeper
himself;, one Henri Christophe, entered.
“You’re going already?’ he ex
claimed, reluctant to see good cusfom
ers leaving. “It is not late.”
“My wife expects me,” one of them
‘replied with a humorous grimace. “You
understand ?” :
‘‘Mais oui! I comprehend perfectly,”
Christophe answered. He knew the
fellow’'s wife—a somewhat tempera
mental woman, with a sharp tongue.
And he had no wish to bring down an
avalanche of ill-will upon his qcellent
hosteiry. So he bagle his departing
guests good-by. \
As they passed through the open
doorway, chattering, he turned to an
other man who sat in a corner of the
room reading a newspaper. He was a
Frenchman—that other—and a stran
ger to the innkeeper.
“Something for monsieur?”’ Henrl
Christophe inquired pleasantly.
“Not now! After a little while, per
haps,” the stranger replied, and re
turned to his rgading of his newspaper.
He bhad just lighted a cigarette and
had filled his lungs with the first satis
fying puff when a newcomer strode
through the doerway. This latest ar
rival wore a cap and a long, linen
duster. And there was something in
his aspect that did not. wholly please
the little man at the table, as he cast
a quick, sidewise glance at the tail in
truder. Perhaps it was the small, Teu
ton mustache. that adorned the upper
lip of the tall man in the dustcoat. At
all events, the Frenchman’s eyes nar
rowed to two slits. And though he
seemed rapt in his paper he neverthe
less watched every move that the other
made. ;
The tall man paused for a moment
at the cigar case that stood just inside
the outer door; and drawing a pipe
from his pocket he filled and lighted it.
Then he crossed the room and looked
down at its other occupant. ;
“Do"” you speak English?”’ he in
quired. )
The man told him that he could.
“Can you tell me how far it is te
Tourville?”” Larry Redmond asked.
The tall man was no other than the
Irish captain. : :
“Ten miles!” the Frenchman replied
promptly. : : .
“Exactly?’ Larry questioned.
There was a slight yet still notice:
able pause as the'little man looked up
at him searchingly.
“lixactly!”’ he said with a pecular
emphasis on the »ord.
“Exactly?’ Larry said once more.
And when the wiry Frenchman sprang
up from his sedt and looked signifi
cantly into his eyes Captain Redmond
no longer doubted that they understood
each other. “You have the password!”
he whispered.
~ “Erxactly!” the other repeated
finally.
“You have been waiting long, my
friend ?” Larry asked him. -
“You were expected yesterday,” his
confederate replied. :
“I could not leave then. It is busy
‘back there inside their lines,” Captain
Redmond explained.
His fellow spy started at that. And
he looked at him with undisguised sur
prise.
“You have been with the German
army?’ he exclaimed, as if the feat
were scarcely to be believed.
“No, not yet! But tonight I shall be
in the German army. 1 must join my
regiment at once.” He pulled aside
his duster, revealing the fact that he
was already in the German uniform.
The long linen coat effectually con
cealed his dress, for there was nothing
about his leather puttees to betray it.
“I shall be a captain—Captain Karl,”
Larry continued.
- The © Frenchman regarded him
soberly. <
“Here in that uniferm, it is danger
ous work, Captain Redmond,” he re
minded him.
Do you think it possible for
Captain Redmand to associate
intimately with the German offi
cers and men and remain un
discovered? *
(TO BE CONTINUED)
'MUST BETRESTFUL:
Any woman can cover her own pil
lows. But I notice that she usually
makes & very great mistake when she
sets about the doing of it. And that
mistake is embroidery, writes Ethel
Davis Seal in the Boston Herald.
Now I am not denouncing em
broidery. Far from it! lam merely
pointing out that the woman is apt
te overwork the embroidery idea for
her pillows, relying on it entirely for
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was embroidered? And has not the
whole appearance been unpleasantly
spotty, unrestful and generglly lack
ing in dignity?
The usual embroidered pillow cover
s a waste of time as a rule. It is so
much better, and of more assured suc
cess, to cover your pillows with plain
or. all-over decorative materials. The
former may be of velour, silk, poplin,
linen, pongee, challis, the best qual
ity gingham, and so on, depending on
the room in which the pillow is to be
placed; the latter may be of material
of almost any kind, and striped,
checked, or figured. Of course cre
tonne looms large upon this list.
Pillow needlework is not to be de
spised; however; and embroidery, used
sparingly, has decideg merit, as you
will see if you notice the round pil
low with the shirred silk covering, and
with one cluster of embroidery near
its center; and the oblong, flat pillow
with an embroidered central plastron.
Nowadays effect is gained by color
and shape, rather than by /minute dec
oration. And nowhere is this more
true than in the world of pillows.
WIDE MESHES IN NEW VEILS
Both Square and Round Shapes Are
Being Worn—Accompaniment for
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The newest wveils are in hexagon
tulle or in filet, with extremely wide
mesh, and as a rule will be worn draped
about the hat and floating down over
the shoulders at the back. The shapes
are round or square. But a pretty and
practical idea is to have them shaped
in front so as to merely cover the
mouth, or in some instances just cover
ing the forehead. .
For the small toques there are tiny
oval veils, again extremely short in
front, and others gathered full and
adjusted snugly about and enframing
the chin by means of a'narrow elastic,
which is passed through a band of silk
at the bottom. The elastic is fastened
neatly at the back with a couple of
small snapper buttons.
Large silk-embroidered patterns or
nament some of the new veils, but
there is also a decided liking for the
delicate little scattered designs.
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KNOWLEDGE THAT IS USEFUL
Woman Should Know How to Pure
chase, and the Proper Clothes
for Different Occasions.
Clothes knowledge and all it exe
presses has a good deal to do with
the prosperity, happiness and health
of our country. By this knowledge a
woman may do her share to regulate
labor and factory conditions in this
wearing apparel trade, establish bet
ter working conditions and higher
wages in stores and establishments
making and selling clothes, encourage
sameness in dress and improve so
cial conditions. But how? There are
many ways. Here are just a few for
mental digestion: s :
Encourage home textile and other
ciothes manufacturers. Steady your
mind on style and fashion; don’t be
whimsic¢al about this. Know what is
good style and what is poor fashion.
Make permanent purchases. Know
what you want and buy it and refrain
from the exchange habit. Wear the
proper clothes for different occasions. '
Don’t saunter out on a day’s shopping
expedition in a country sports suit, be
cause someone has told you of the
popularity of the sports suit: or ‘that
you look youthful in it.' Dignify each
occasion of social, business and home
life with the right clothes of as good
material as the purse will afford, in
good taste style rather than in com
mon fashion—the kind of clothes that
by their absolute suitability and
charm will bring you the recognition
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Long graceful lines in coats is the
vogue in the fashion ‘worid. This
coat is one of.the new models, em
phasizing the long-line cut of the
winter wraps.. It is made of brown
broadcloth. and .the collar and cuffs
are of sealskin, : Another feature of
‘the new design. is the buttons, which
are larger than have been worn late-
DICTATES OF FASHION
Waxed moire silk is used for motor
ing suits. oE e
- Much' lace is used to trim Italian
silk updlerweary. ' ... T
Seal is a fur that will be much used
for trimming broadcloth models for
the street. - P
Crocheted bags in silk are one of
the smart handbag models. - The
crochet is wusually done in bright
colors. 82
- Monkey fur, which was worn last
winter, ‘already appears on some: of
the autumn garments. It is used as
trimming on a georgette crepe. cape.
Beaded bags are as much used as
predictions indicated. Sometimes the
beads are sewed to velvet or silk,
sometimes they are worked into a
crocheted foundation. :
‘Checked Cloth: Top Boots.. ;
While the greater number of boots
for street wear this winter are of very
quiet colcring, there is a distinet incli
nation toward cloth tops, and these are
sometimes made of two-tone heavy
twill. In brown and beige, black and
white and champagne and bronze the§e
checked tops are very smart. :