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Purple Mask by Grace Cunard Novelized From the Motion Picture PUy of the Seme Name by the Universal Film Manu facturing Company z s z FIRST EPISODE The Vanishing Jewels. It Is summer, and in old St. Cloud, mecca- of the Parisian visitor and of Parisians, there is no spot so gay and beautiful as Pavilion Bleu. “It is lovely to be here,** said the wealthy Eleanor Van Nuys to the youth who sat beside her on the veranda, “but it’s not so nice of Pat to keep us waiting.” Only a half-human smile spread it self over the face of the sallow-faced youth as he managed to respond: “She’ll be along soon, I’m sure. Per haps she has stopped at Longchaxnps for a look at the paddock.” The lawn was brilliant with Its gny ly dressed throng moving about as the music played or sitting at tables In the pleasant afternoon shade, sipping brandy or coffee as individual taste should elect. “Pat loves It here —but she’s such a ’tomboy,' she shocks even these gay* Parisiennes sometimes,” Mrs. Van Nuys resumed. “And that would take a bit of do ing,” responded the youth at her side. “Perhaps this is the lively Pat, right now,” the young man continued, his attention being attracted by an auto mobile dashing up the gentle slope. “Sure enough. It Is she,” Mrs. Van Nays declared. Her sallow-faced com panion rose from the table to greet the vision of loveliness that fairly danced toward them, waving her arms above her head and gayly laughing in the Joy of the moment. The ’tomboy' Mrs. Van Nuys had referred to was her niece, Patricia Montes—called by her acquaintances las well as her Intimate friends, “Pat,” because the shorter name seemed to ■better fit her hoydenlsh nature. She lived with her aunt, who had reared iheKfrom childhood, with all the care and tenderness a mother could lavish upon her own daughter. “Aunty, dear; at last Pm here,** cried Pat, with another gay laugh. With the veranda crowded. Pat was most radiantly beautiful of all the tcompany of fair Parisiennes and tour- Usts. Small wonder that the gate of every (man In range was directed toward Mrs. Tan Nuys’ table. “They stare so at me, aunty,” the •girl protested in mock displeasure. “And I don't blame them,” the youth at the table Interrupted. “Silly Maurice,” said Pat, taunting ly. “You are only half alive; how do you know?” “But I have eyes—and they are all for you—” “Be still,” was Pat's sharp Iretort. “I came here to enjoy myself In my own way. and not to listen to your silly chatter.” Sauntering toward their table Pat observed a tall, dark, handsome-chap. His eyes moved quickly over the assembled crowd, fixing themselves only for an Instant upon Pat's pretty face. In that flash of an eye, the man met a coy and defiant glance from Pat with coldness and Indifference that sent the blood coursing to her pretty cheeks in resentment. Flirtatious and frivo lous though she was, Pat kept wdthin bounds and nlways relied upon her aunt as chaperon to keep away un welcome intruders. This dark man's evident disdain net tled the beauty, and Pat stamped her •dainty foot upon the floor of the veran da peevishly. “Maurice, If you must soy something -to me, tell me who is that tall dark man who has Just turned away and is moving toward the lawn?” “That’s Phil Kelly,” was his answer, drawled indifferently for Pat’s informa tion. “That’s very little newR,” said Pat. “Very little Indeed, I should say,” chimed in Mrs. Van Nuys. f “Well, then, he’s Phil Kelly, the Sphinx.” “Don’t be so perverse, Maurice,” urged Pat. "All right; listen, and- I’ll tell you alL Phil Kelly, known as the Sphinx, is one of the cleverest detectives in Paris —yes In all Europe. I’ve met him, and have heard all about him from many sources. He’s devilish clever and lives at Hotel des Am bassadeurs. Now you know as much as I do about your hero.” “Phil Kelly, eh?” the girl kept re peating to herself, as if studying a fanciful situation. At last she said to her companion: “Maurice, be a good chap and in troduce me to this wonderful sleuth.” ‘Til do it. willingly. Bpt I wurn you he is a woman hater, and may make short shift of the Introduction.” “Never mind me.” Pot said gayly, adding In self-praise, “I never saw the man yet who wouldn’t be at least civil to me, and I don't think Sphinx Kelly will prove to be any exception.** When t&e young folks arose to go, Mrs. Van Nuys raised a protesting hand, and said to Pat: “Child, dear, why do you do this foolish thing? Your pranks will get you in serious trouble some day—and this Kelly; why are you so eager to make his acquaintance?” Pat inclined her beautiful head and with her pretty lips close to her aunt’s ear whispered: “Just now he gave me a disdainful look. I’ll show hjm that he can’t pass me by, even in a crowd, without a sec ond look, rm not used to It —” “Oh, my child —” Mrs. Van Nuys started to protest, but before she could speak further Pat and Maurice were out of hearing, with Pat leading the way. Maurice followed dutifully on, until they saw through the swirl of pleasure seekers on the lawn Sphinx Kelly, standing idly near the tulip hedge surveying the crowd. Maurice beckoned to Kelly, and the Sphinx approached. The formality of the Introduction consummated, Pat gave her most bewitching smile and said: “I have always wanted to know a clever detective, Mr. Kelly. It is a great pleasure to meet the man they call the Sphinx—for I don’t believe you are half as silent as they say you are.” Kelly glanced at her indifferently, and mumbled: “I don’t do much talking, miss, un less it be to crooks.” Pat found herself making little prog ress, for Kelly was acting with stolid Indifference. “Won’t you Join us at our table?” she urged. Kelly's response was made In a most surprising action. He silently doffed his hat, and turned abruptly away. Pat was dumfonnded and hu miliated by Kelly’s rude rebuff. Her eyes flashed and her cheeks flushed crimson. For an instant she stood re garding Kelly’s retreating figure. “How the deuce he could resist your loveliness Is more than I can under stand,” said the youth. Two hours later Pat was in her own dainty boudoir. “He shall be made to regret his surly action —I’ll make him'ridiculous, m make the Sphinx the laughing stock of Paris. He shall regrel®his con duct —” and as Pat’s mind dwelt upon “I Am Sure You Will Find ths Jewels.” her plans for Kelly's humiliation the tears of rage and disappointment that had coursed down her cheeks were soon brushed away. Pat lit a cigarette and composed herself comfortably upon the couch. For a few moments she devoted her self to a plan of action. “It win be a great adventure, at all events; something different than these dull society folks can offer In their teas and parties,” Pat said half aloud as she rose from the couch and seat ed herself at her writing table. Soon she had written a note, addressed the envelope and calling Jacques, the but ler, instructed him to have It deliv ered. When Sphinx the note he read ’a taunting challenge to his vaunted skill: ? “If you are as clever as your friends give you credit for being, why don’t you stop some of the robberies in so ciety circles which have been kept quiet owing to failure of the police to locate the crooks? A FRIEND.” “Auntie, dear, let me look at your heirlooms,” Pat said upon emerging from her boudoir. “Tou are to wear them tonight at the ball, and I would like tb look at them before you put them on.” Mrs. Van Nuys opened the secret wall-safe and drew forth a satin-cov ered Jewel case. From the dainty re ceptacle she selected an elaborate and costly diamond necklace and placed it around Pat’s snow-white throat. “I’ll put them away, auntie,” said the girl, after the jewels had been duly examined and admired. But instead of Including the necklace among the gems returned to the wall-safe, Pat slipped the heirloom Into her bodice and accepted her first opportunity to again transfer them to a drawer in her dressing table. “You must send my dashing hero, the Sphinx, an invitation, auntie, dear," said Pat a few moments later. Thus It was that Jacques was sent TB MOUMTAUf PILOT. 1 with another Missive to the Sphinx. Pat had called him into her boudoir Immediately after he had returned from Lea Ambassadeurs. She was at the moment admiring her aunt’s neck lace, and hurriedly shoved it Into her dressing table drawer when the butler entered. Had Pat observed the gleam in the butler’s eyes, she might have pre vented subsequent events; and, as It was, she was a bit suspicious of his actions. That evening, during the ball her aunt was giving, the girl had rea son to recall the butler’s nervous con duct —for when her aunt went to the wall-safe and discovered the Jewels missing, Pat observed the butler stealthily leaving her boudoir at al most the same moment. Hurriedly searching in the drawer of her dressing table, Pat discovered that the Jewels were gone. Her plan to furnish Sphinx Kelly with some thing to do had worked beyond her own anticipations. Mrs. Van Nuys was reporting the robbery to Sphinx Kelly when Pat joined the group. “It is so fortunate you are here, Mr. Kelly,” said Mrs. Van Nuys. “Now you can go at once to work upon the case. I’ll reward you well If you re cover the Jewels.” “You are so wonderfully clever, Mr. Kelly, I am sure you will find the Jew els,” said Pat. “I wonder if you mean that,” was Kelly’s only reply, as he hurried away to examine the wall-safe and conduct an investigation. Pat, meanwhile, began to do some detective work on her own account. Donning a light wrap to cover her eve sing gown, the girl left by an-infre quently used door and was soon in the gardens, where bright moonlight made the surroundings almost as light as dsy. Pat hurried around to the servants’ entrance, and waited, hidden by the shrubbery, until her vigil was rewarded by the appearance of Jacques, the butler, who hastened along the pathway to a remote cor ner of the gardens. Pat followed speedily, but with •great caution, and nearly ran into Kelly who had, likewise, started to investigate the grounds. Kelly dodged into a summer house, while Pat con tinued on her way cautiously among the trees. The girl was crossing a rustic bridge, when she heard voices below. “At the Cafe Chat Nolr, in one hour,” Pat heard in a voice she realized was Jacques’. And as she listened her eyes fell upon a man standing behind a tree, who was likewise Interested in the conversation that was being car ried on under the rustic bridge. “We’ll be there,” said the voice strange to Pat. 'Til take the swag and we will dispose of It there.” • The girl crouch el low behind the guard-rail of the bridge. The voices ceased, and Pat knew the confab be tween the crooks was at an end. She watched the man behind the tree, as he disappeared amid the undergrowth. Then Pat harried back to the house. Excusing herself on the plea of slighF illness,' Pat reassured her aunt that her Jewels would surely be recovered. Then entering her boudoir, she changed her evening gown to street dress, and unobserved, left the Van Nuys home, in n cab, bound for the Cafe Chat Nolr. “This will be quite an adventure, Tm thinking,” Pat said, hglf aloud, communing with herself while the cab rattled along the deserted streets. There was another cab hurrying by another route to the Cafe Chat Nolr. Kelly's assistant had reported to hla chief, In the summer-house, the con versation he had heard between the Apaches under the rustic bridge. And Kelly’s detective instinct, suspicious of everybody, led him to expect that the pretty girl with the big blue eyes, who had taunted him in their subtil glances, might not be far away. When Pat alighted from her cab, at the door of the notorious resort, she made her driver fulfill the final part of his bargain—she could not en ter without an escort, and the cab man led her through the door. 'The unusual sight that met her gaze made Pat somewhat abashed for the mo ment. Apaches in their oddly distinctive suits danced with denizens of the un derworld. Pat and her companion moved about, the girl leading the way among the tables. Dancers bumped against them and whirled onward taking the collisions as a matter to be expected. Searching the crowd as she moved about, Pat's eager gaze disclosed Jacques at a table near the edge of the space cleared for dancing. The girl urged her strange escort to dance, and doing all the guiding herself, Pat noted as she whirled past the table where Jacques sat, that he was showing, half concealed in the palm of his hand, something that his coarse-looklng companions were eager ly interested in. Quick to form her plans, Pat was likewise quick to act. Whirling her dancing partner near er to Jacques’ table, Pat apparently tripped and fell half-sprawling against tnc butler. Striking against his out stretched hand, the sudden Impact of her arm sent the Jewels flying from his palm. The necklace landed on the floor several feet away. Before the surprised Apaches could recover themselves, Pat had darted to the spot where the Jewels lay, swept them from the floor with enger grasp, nnd continued her mud rush toward the exit. The girl flung open the door, jumped into the street—and found herself looking into the muzzle of Sphinx Kel ly’s revolver. (END OF FIRST EPISODE.) TALES FROM BOG CITIES Thfs Lad Is Eager to Fight for Democracy NEW YORK.—Lieut Joseph S. Smith, author of “Over There and Back” and “Trench Warfare,” both written as the result of three years* experience with the Cunadinn and Scotch armies, has been in France for some time in his American uniform. A few weeks ago he received a letter from his twelve-year-old brother Paul, which he inclosed in his last note to some friends in New York. “I think it is a pretty good letter to come spontaneously from a boy of his age. If that is the spirit of the American boy, then God help the Hun.” The letter follows: “Dear Brother Joe: “I write to you especially to thank you for the dollar bill you sent by mother and to ask you some questions. I bought four Thrift Stamps with it. Every copper saved is a shot at the kaiser (I hope). I read your book and enjoyed it greatly. lam recommending it every place I go. “I wish you would write some outlines (not a story, as I wish to make my own story) about the tenderest thing you ever saw an ALLY soldier do. (The reason for underlining the word ally Is because a German soldier never does anything tender. I guess you know that.) We are hearing good news about what the allies are doing to the Huns. I hope it is true. (We hear it daily in the newspapers.) “Another thing I wish to ask you. I have been reading about Charles Muev, eleven-year-old war hero, who has been in some of the biggest battles during the war. Also I have been reading about John Traverse Cornwell. Why do not true American boys have the same chance? Mother says I couldn’t handle a gun. But did John Traverse Cornwell handle a gun? “You might think I am silly, talking this way, but I mean it. This war stands for democracy and many other things. Why cannot people who want and stand for democracy and wish democracy to be the ruler, fight for it? An other thing, I fully realize that there are plenty of ways right here at home that I can do to help make the world safe for democracy, but other boys have actually fought for it, so why couldn’t I? Think it over and then write and tell tne what you think. “Well, I hope you have barrels of luck, and send you barrels of love. Lov ingly, your brother Paul.” Fortune’s Favors Showered on Elderly Man BALTIMORE.— There is in the Methodist Home for the Aged In this city a tall, slim, erect qid gentleman, who dresses with extreme neatness in blue serge and has a merry twinkle in his blue eye, who hears that he may receive from C. A. Kerr, a London attorney, to the effect that the English courts are at last ready to settle the estate. It is time they were, if Mr. Fuller's story if correct. Here it is: Mr. Fuller's mother told him that her father told her that her grandfather, Nathan Ireland, Mr. Fuller’s great-grandfather, was the earl of Hadlaugh in England. He made his brother the successor to the title and married a lady of large fortune. They lived happily together for 20 years and then the lady died. There was difficulty about settling the estate. Nathan Ireland came to this country, accompanied by his eighteen-year-old son. Both fought in the Revolutionary war. The son married a Miss Spear of Pennsylvania. They had three daughters, the eldest of whom, Eleanor, mar ried George Fuller of Baltimore county, after whom Fuller was named. She was Mr. Fuller’s mother. Throughout her life and the lives of other heirs, says the elderly gentle man of the Methodist home, the legal fight for the estate was continued. Heirs in England fought for it, too. Now all have died except Mr. Ireland and Mr. Fuller, and Mr. Fuller had 18 brothers and sisters. He does not understand the legal technicalities which may be Involved in the settlement of an estate which has been in dispute for 100 years, but is firm in saying that Attorney Kerr's letter informs him that settlement will be made. New York Youngsters Have the Martial Spirit m|EW YORK.—Down in the heart of New York city's famous Ghetto 18 Is youths, all sons of enemy aliens, have formed a military company “to get the kaiser.” No sinister influence hovers above these boys. No stern visages of disgruntled parents frown on their military preparedness. They are per mitted to have full sway in their dally preparation to “lick the kaiser.” Their dally “camp routine,” Bunday included, runs something like this: Report to “Captain Pete” at eight o’clock (some of them often report on empty stomachs, as the fathers of these lads are not always steady pro viders). Manual of “arms” and “gun” drill (mother’s dilapidated but sole broom of times disappears before she has the chance to use it in the mornings). Morning hike at ©:80 o’clock (certain court-martial in case the hike is missed.) Immediately the alleys and vacant lots of the Ghetto take on im aginary topography of No Man’s Land. 'Dirty gutters become evacuated Ger man trenches; open sewers are occupied by helmeted Sammies (a tomato can and a rock and the tin hat is made); balloon observations are “made” by the use of a parachute fashioned out of a square bit of rag with the ends tied by strings to a rock —wadded and thrown into the air and the parachute descends gracefully to the ground. Oh, yes; the enemy! The corner cop, the stingy iceman, the truck driver who doesn’t like kids and the barkeep who gives small measure must bear the brunt of the “company attack.” Noon-time mess. Another uncertain meal and a most hazardous period for the venders. Pretzels and crackers disappear from neighborhood bars, and lucky is the storekeeper who is not “nicked.” Tired, but happy, the Ghetto company is dismissed by Captain Pete and again the members are faced with life’s more serious problem—that of getting a meal before turning in for the night. Makers of Baby Vehicles Emit a Terrible Wail ATLANTIC CITY.—The first thing happy young mothers know they will be trundling their babies in soap boxes or carrying them on their backs in Indian squaw fashion. Such, in effect, is the terrible warning uttered at a edged “its magnitude and importance.” It was pointed out that a baby who has to walk when it is very young will surely become bandy-legged and peevish, that bandy-legged young women are ungraceful, and that bandy-legged young men do not make good soldiers—except, perhaps, cavalrymen. A pessimistic manufacturer spoke of the importance of child conservation during the war, and declared there will have to be fewer babies for, certainly, there will be fewer baby carriages. a fortune of 540,000 pounds (about 824260,000) from England. B. Goffard Fuller is the man's name. He is eighty-two years old. If the news he gets proves to be true, he may have to divide that sum with an uncle, Carroll Ireland, he says; but, in any event, he and that uncle are the only heirs. He says that the news which leads him to think he may get the money, although he smilingly confesses that he is not counting on it much, comes in the form of n letter A.l ik. A. war emergency conference held by the National Baby Vehicle Manufacturers' association here. The paternal United States gov ernment is using up all the materials that go to construct baby Carriages— steel particularly. One manufacturer asked, feeling ly, if babies are not “essentials.” All the perambulator makers expressed regret that the government has not recognized their product as among the essentials and has not acknowl- GAINED 55 POUNDS Dom'i Kitoy P lilt Effected Wra " derfil Recovery After Otker Hedldoet Eai Failed. “I don’t believe I would be alive to • give tin* testimony if it weren’t for I>oan'e Kidney Pills,” says Mrs. Julia A. Thomas, 1125-A Missouri Ave., East St. Louis, 111. “I was in a serious condition with kidney trouble; my feet and ankles were terribly Vh swollen and the kidney secretions caused agony iT) in passage. I had ter f rible rheumatic pains and often got so dizzv I dared not walk for fear of falling. I felt as if I M . would go frantic. I ■m. • i i grew weak as a baby and often haa to grasp something to keep from falling. My nerves were all unstrung and the least noise startled me. Nothing benefited me and I was discouraged. A neighbor happened to recommend Doan’s Kidney Pills and I began using them. The swellings and pains were soon eased up and it was but a short time before my kidneys were in good shape again. They have Sever bothered me since nor nave I ad any backache or other kidney trou ble. I have gained 55 pounds since I was cured ana can do all my own work Without suffering.” "Sworn to before me.” FRANK W. CLOVER. Notary Public. Ost Dsssfs si Aar State, SOs a Boa DOAN’S WAV POSmMUURN CO- BUFFALO. N. Y. MANY INDIAN PEACE EMBLEMS Wisconsin Braves Still Retain Numer ous Medals Given to Them by Various Governments. Wisconsin Indians still retain many peace medals that were given to them or their ancestors by various govern ments, and some of the medals date back In 1720, according to an article on Wisconsin Indian medals In The Wisconsin Archeologist. The earliest medals owned by Indian families today Include one of brass Is sued at the time of George L four of silver bearing the bust of Gdorge m. an old Spanish medal and four Ameri can medals. A Washington medal is in the posses sion of an aged Ottawa Indian on the Menomonie reservation near Shawano. Philip Nacootee, a Menomonie Indian of the South Branch settlement, has a Lincoln medal. A silver medal with the bust of President Polk, dated 1843. was owned by the Medomonie chief, Shunien. Arthur Gerth, Milwaukee collector, once owned a silver medal Issued by President Jefferson. An Andrew John son medal Is in the collection of A. T. Newman of Bloomer. Dr. Alphonso Gerend Is the owner of a silver Georgs III medal, formerly the property of the Wisconsin chief, Waumegesako. Don’t be misled. Ask for Red Crow Beg Blue. Makes beautiful white clothes. At all good grooers. Adv. Knew the Answer. “Say, pal” “Yes, my son?” “Are you too busy readin* to explain somethin’ to me?” **No, my son. Your father Is never too busy to give his children the bene fit of his information.” M Well, in this story It says ‘the ship weighed anchor.’ Why does a ship have to weigh its anchor before it starts out?” “Ah, yes. To be sure. You’ve al ways noticed, that in your reading haven’t you? Yea. Well, this is the reason. You see, when a ship stays a long time in a harbor It accumulates a lot of—er —binnacles. And these binnacles cling to the anchor in such numbers that they increase its weight. 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