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LOCK = ©3£=-~ % On<ariG$ Edmond'& 2 -n r W<3lkj - "The '0$er°B7ade::^~^ The Paternoster PutiytL-' Etc. -r.-'rr fSQpyn/Gsrr js>/2 n 7A O.Jfc(7LC'j&<?tiL GO SYNOPSIS. Rudolph Van Vechten. a young man of Jelsure. Is astonished to see a man enter 1313 a house across the street from . * Powhatan club, long unoccupied and spoken of as the House of Mystery. Sey ?Tal 1£^r80a8 M* regular Intervals enter • °Li . , ' Rn Vechten expresses concern lo his friend. Tom Phlnney, regarding the whereabouts of his cousin and fiancee, Paige Carew. A man is forcibly ejected rrom the house. Van Vechten and Tom roilow the man and find him dead In the street. \ ail Vechten Is attracted by the race of a girl In the crowd of onlookers surrounding the body. letter he discov ers the girl gazing at him with a look of ,rom the windows of the mystcrl ?y* v..us* Detective Flint calls on Van to get his version of the trag Tom.\ hlnney goes alone on a yacht ing trip. He recognizes among some per *°718 *H a passing motor boat two men whom he had seen enter the House of Mystery He sees one of them, a Mr. Cal lis. on shore later and follows him. Tom Is seized blindfolded and taken to a 2OU.8,e ,hear8 a Kiri named Jessie, evt aently the daughter of the man In author • ty, uuestlon his captors. A sweet-voiced , at«r protests against the roughness or his captors. Van Vechten calls on his JtT w- „Th.eo<lor" Van Vechten. big man In Wall street and known as the “Man of • Z°n' 8*arch of Information regarding the whereabouts of Paige Carew. Dotec Rv<“ Flint shows Van Vechten a gold mesh purse found in tho House of Mys !*7' Attn r**clCn,Zf S 11 a« belonging to Paige Carew. The sweet-voiced girl helps k?hln?.<>y ••'Jape. Detective Flint tells Nun Vechten he has a theory that Paige has been kidnaped. Messages are went to Europe In an effort to trace Paige. Tom tells V an Vechten he Ib In love and relates his adventuro. A message from I^ndon reports that two ladles resem bflng Miss Carew and her companion. Mrs. Devereaux. sailed for New York aome time previously. A reward of fl'.SOO offered. BOOK II. CHAPTER VII.—Continued. The operation, manifestly, was not very satis factory, for by and by he uttered another groan, tossed aw ay his half-smoked cigar and once more sat upright. “What—” he b?gan. but his com panion promptly checked him. “Now you etc*p right there,” com manded Tom. you want to fire any more questions, suppose you try 'em out on Uncle Tbuodore. Ring him up.” The other smiled wanly, and a spark of his customary sprightly humor flashed again. "Bright boy,” he said. "If I pos sessed your practical mind I would not be so woozy ovff this thing. But you are an inspiration. Tommy—why dldn t I think fit it before? Fother lngill must be o£e of Uncle Theodore's agents.” After some delay. Uncle Theodore’s voice came over the wire. He also had received the cryptic message, but cer tain portions of it obscure to Rudolph were more or l«ss clear to him. The surmise respecting Fotherlnglll bad been a pnrtty shrewd one. That gentleman, it appeared, was a member of the firm of Hlrschtteld & Sons, bank ers. the Man of Iron’s principal Brit ish representatives. He had been in structed to send all messages in dupli cate—one for the elder Van Vechten’B Information, the other for Rudolph’s guldunce. The latter learned further that all other Information likewise was to be sent to him. "Lord, Uncle Theodore!” Rudolph lamented into the mouthpiece, "the P 9 •The Newspapers Will Now Be Justl fled in Stirring Up Whatever Scan dal They May Conceive!” newspapers will now be Justified in •tlrrlng up whatever scandal they may conceive!” "Are you afraid of them?” demand ed his uncle sharply. "No, no; of courts riot It * I'alge I ra thinking of. Think what her feelings must be when she sees all the rot that’s being printed about her.” He heard the older man grunt. ”A precious lot of consideration she has shown for our feelings,” he said. "Hut you are mistaken; the newspapers may be our best allies, and It Is not good policy to antagonize them at this ■tage. "Frankly.” the incisive voice went on. ”1 am now exceedingly worried; if I there were not so many vital business matters exacting my personal atten tlon—things I cant neglect because ib«y involve tt* welfare of others—I •«r*/n!d drop everything and take up the rearch myself. But I must leave that part of It to you; I know you will be diligent.” ltudolph assured him on this point, adding: "But my hands are so hope lessly tied by the utter absence of a starting-point; there Is nothing to take hold of, nowhere to begin. Why, I haven’t evolved even a tentative theory yet. What the devil does it all mean anyway? Have Paige and Jo sephine both lost their minds?” No answering oracle came over the wire, and the Man of Iron uttered his parting Injunction: "Use your best Judgment; spare no expense.” Van Vechten emerged from the stufTy booth and shook his head like a swimmer far out at sea, who, while not sighting land, despairs not, but struggles bravely on. The entrance of Mr. Flint at thlB critical period had the soothing effect of a balm. His manner was so quiet and unobtrusive, so methodical and unruffled, and with al so confident, that one’s plight muBt be desperate indeed for one not to respond to the Inspiriting influence of his presence. "Well, so you have turned up at last,” Van Vechten greeted him sour ly. “Good heavens, man! Why don’t you keep In touch with civilization when you efface yourself from the world ?” "This is the first opportunity I have found for communicating with you since we parted last,” was the calm response. "Don’t fear but that I shall keep In touch with you. for the way matters are shaping it begins to look ; as though I shall need your assist-i ! ance pretty constantly.” Van Vechten bent eagerly across the table. "Have you learned anything?” he de manded. ^ 69 and no. Nothing definite about Miss Carew. But 1 have un earthed a good many facts which may or may not have a bearing on our In vestigation—for I am including the mystery of your cousin's disappear ance with the mystery of Sunday’s murder. There’s a connecting link somewhere, although I haven’t hit upon it. The dead man's identity has been established.” nom young men looked an interro gation, and Mr. Flint proceeded. ‘ Now’ that we have learned who he Is, the facts tend to confuse rather than to enlighten; there Is no hole where he fits in. It would seem that he was rather a worthless sort, an expert mechanic, but at outs with his union and discredited generally by in dustrious members of his trade. His name was O’Neill. He never worked anywhere long, and his quitting of a job was invariably the culmination of trouble of one sort or another.” The speaker’s manner abruptly altered. He asked curiously: Has Scotland Yard's sudden activ ity in Miss Carew’s behalf anything to do with your present perturbation?” Van Vechten smiled feebly. Is my ; shattered nervous system so ruthless- j ly exposed?” ho asked. "But, truly, I don’t comprehend your question.” “They have cabled Central Office," Mr. Flint explained, "a half-dozen times today for information. The ait ernoon’s extras mention a reward— twenty-five hundred dollars—being of fered in I»ndon for Information of i Miss < arew. That would account for their sudden Interest.” By way of answer the young man handed him the cablegram from Foth ertngtH. Mr. Flint glanced at it. then he Bat up with a jerk and his eyes narrowed to mere slits. He pondered the text for some time while the two young men watched him In sBvnt cu riosity “Well,” he breathed at last return ing the message, "here is on-s more link In the chain- not a very definite < one, but an additional small (Mail that associates MIsh Carew directly with your house of mystery." Van Vechten stared in wonder at the Slip Of paper Tom abruptly ex claimed: “How the dickens do you make that out?” Hut Mr. Flint was not to b* hurried, i "While there may be nothing so very mysterious about the house It- i self," he pursued evenly, “nevertheless it <s by way of promising us a very pretty problem Indeed. I toes the name ’Withypool' Pigr,|fy anything In partic ular to you?" "Nothing definite; It Is familiar that Is all.” ’Wlthypool,” repeated Mr. Flint, musingly, ’ I have had occasion to look it up." "You have!” shot from Van Vech fen in hie surprise. "What do you know, Flint? Tell it!” ’It’s a little village fn Romerset_I on the edge of Kxmoor forest—per ' hape one of the prettiest regions in rural Kr,gland. Still does the name convey nothing to your mind? Think!” i Here Tom Phlnney Interjected: Buddy thought it was confoundedly familiar when he retd the message ” | While Van Vechten tried his beet to4 recall the associations which the name all bat evoked, Mr. Flint sat shrewdly contemplating him. "I give It up,” declared the young man at length. "Go on and tell it—, why you jumped so when you read the message. What's the answer?” "I said that it waa a pretty spot”— the man’s deliberation was provoking —“an ideally desirable location for a home—regular old-fashioned English country home, you know—gables, chimney-pots, ivy, deer-park, hedges, and all that sort of thing. For in stance—” "Confound you, Flint! Out with it!" “Mr. Temple Bonner’s.” For a moment the two young men Bat staring speechlessly at the un moved detective. Then Van Vechten smote the table with hiB fist. "By George!” ejaculated he. vehe mently but not loudly. "That’s it! The very thing that’s been chasing round in my skull!" He proceeded more calmly: "But. Flint, admitting that one of the two ladles mentioned here is my cousin”—tapping the cablegram—"the fact that you found her purse in a house which happens to belong to Temple Bonner, and that also she has been mysterlonsly sojourning near his home in England, presents only a co incidence—curious, perhaps, but im material.” "Maybe so; but do not lose sight of the other lady—her companion. She was a Schuyler, I believe.” "True.” "I>o you know that before Number 1318 came into Mr. Bonner’s posses sion it belonged to Compton Schuyler. Mrs. Devereaux’s father?" The expression that now flitted across Van Vefhten’s face was one of bewilderment. He had no comment to make. "Furthermore,” continued Mr. Flint, "Instead of the present owner being "Until I Realized My Mistake I Be lieved the Veiled Lady to Be Jose phine Devereaux." ignorant that such a shabby parcel of property Is a part of the estate. Its purchase was prompted by a senti ment growing out of a romance more than thirty years old. So, you see, the coincidence begins to assume propor tions that must signify something— something that would be of value to us If we could only grasp its meaning. There is where I hope you may help me." "This is rather staggering, Flint,” said Van Vechten, as soon as he had collected his wits, "but still the cir cumstances are merely coincidence to me. I can read no meaning into them, nor are they informative I fail to see where I can render the slight est help. Tom here is in a position to supply you with something much more to the poinL for by the purest acci dent he stumbled upon our Bandy-com plexioned man—to say nothing of a ripping adventure. Ills name is John Callls.” The detective favored Tom with a look of interest, and then his eyes smiled. "One thing nt a time, gentlemen,’’ said he, "one thing at a time. You can't excite me. Let us first get through with the point we were dis cussing." "It is entertaining enough for me,” agreed Van Vechten. "1 trust it will prove profitable. You see, while I am acquainted in a general way with 1 Josephine Devereanx* history—•» one Is in a way familiar with the unevent ful history of a friend—for that very reason I am rather hazy as to details. In other words, there never has been any reason why one should want to ' plumb her past. She is almost a mem ber of our family, and has been for so long a time that whatever affects her also touches us.” "Precisely," said Mr. Flint, so brisk ly thatshis augmented interest caught Van Vechten’s attention. “Well?” the latter encouraged "It is in the close relationship among the different families con cerned that I hope to find the key to the puzzle. And there again I look for your help. “Consider, Mr. Van Vechten: it’s a far cry from the murder of an ob scure, unimportant young man here in New York to Temple Bonner in England, whose name in any language means unlimited wealth and power. He and his family own no inconsider able portion of the world’s second city. He is inaccessible to all ordi nary methods of approach, and by virtue of his position and affiliations a force to be reckoned with even by the ruler he has elected to owe alle giance to. But it has become unmis takable that a binding cord leads through the maze of intervening event*, uniting Temple Bonner and Jim O’Neill as surely as if they walked hand In hand. “Now you are privileged to associ ate with such people; you are one of them. I am not. That’s how you can help me.” The young man surveyed him curi ously, perhaps a little admiringly. There was a noticeable tone of re spect in the question which he pres ently asked. “Flint, how did you come to be bur rowing into the past, and raking up old dead, forgotten romances?” “You supplied the hint," was the quiet answer. "When you said that the house had not been rented through the regular channels—that is to say, by application at the estate’s offices— a moment’s reflection told me that possession of the house could have been obtained only in one other way, namely, by direct authority of Mr. Bonner himself. Rather extraordinary, eh? It was while trying to verify this conclusion that I stumbled upon the rest.” “If your information is exact, the old place over yonder—Lord, what would Josephine think is she knew how it had been exciting the club's curiosity for lo, these many moons!— if you are correct, then it is her old home—her birthplace—the house from which she was married. Well, well, well!” The marriage had not been a happy one, and the speaker paused. There was a quality in the detective's silence and intent attitude that seemed subtly to encourage the young man’s remi niscent vein, for after giving the un fortunate union a brief mental turn ing over. Van Vechten dismissed it and went on. “Josephine had a twin sister—Hen rietta—been dead for years and year*. She too made an unlucky match, l be lieve—people, you know, don’t talk about such things. I know next to nothing about it. Must have been some gay times in that old house.” Mr. Flint of a sudden leaned for ward and fixed Van Vechten with a look that arrested and held his atten tion. “Now then, Mr. Van Vechten,” he had grown all at once compelling, “if the veiled lady you saw Sunday after noon—the one who came in the taxi —if she did not resemble Miss Carew, then wasn’t it Mrs. Devereaux that you were reminded of?” “Walt, Flint, wait,” the other checked him. "She was a young lady, mind.” “Still,” insisted the detective, "you thought at first glance—before you saw that she was a young lady—that she was Mrs. Devereaux—isn’t that so?” For a long time Van Vechten sat scowling at the table. By and by he looked up and his regard encountered the detective’s. “I believe you are right, Flint.” he admitted at last. “It was the difference in years that fooled me. Until I real Ized my mistake I believed the veiled lady to be Josephine Devereaux.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) ‘LITTLE RHODY’S’ GOOD WORK Statement friade That Glory of Oliver Hazard Perry'a Victory Belongs to That 8tate. The celebration of Perry'j victory on ; Lake Erie recalls that the northwest was not only settled very largely by I emigration from the New England | states, but that those great and pop ulouh states were very probably sav'd to the union In the second war with England by the enterprise and valor i of New England sailors, the Itoston ! Herald observes. Oliver Hazard Perry, then a com mander in the navy nud much dlscon- i tented because the duties assigned to him offered no opportunity for prov- [ ing his mettle, was a Rhode islander | in charge of a fleet of gunboatt- guard ing Narrngansett bay In the winter of 1912 13. Possessed, be said, "by air J ardent d**slre to meet the enemies * of his country.” he applied for service on the lakes. On ,he very day that the order came for his transfer to i Iaike Erie he sent forward fifty men, the second day he sent fifty more, ao other party started on the long Jour ney the following day, and Perry him self started on February 22, tnklnc i with him the boy of his famous paint ing, his brother, aged twelve years. The wilderness trip was a hard and tedious one, and the lake was reached on March 27. All the men who had been under his orders in Rhode Is land had volunteered for the* service so attached to him were they. There is good reason to consider the operations that followed on Lake Erie as part of the history of Rhode Is land. The interruption of commerce by the war had thrown many captains, mates and seamen out of employment, and many of them had taken service with Perry on the Narragnnsett flotilla. Thus It came about that Rhode Island had in the batUe of Lake Erie not only Perry himself, but four of the nine commanders, a ma Jorlty or the sailing masters and mates, a large number of the remain ing officers and a great, many of the sailors, besides the meu who superin tended the rigging and arming of the fleet. The centenary celebration, there fore, is a tribute to the prowess of a New England state. It was said years ago by a historian that there never was an expedition of importance to the country which was mads up sc largely of officers and meu from a single itala FEW GIVE THANKS God’s Special Mercy and Favor So Freely Bestowed Meets With Ingratitude. As the master entered a certain vil lage he w as met by ten men that were leperB. who lifted up their voices, be seeching him to have mercy upon them. Their prayer was answered. They were all cleansed and cured from their dread malady. Hut only one of the ten showed gratitude for the mercy received. He, when he realized that he had been healed, turned back, and with a loud voice glorified God and gave thanks; but the others, who were equally bene fited. did not return to give glory to God. In the plaintive words of disappoint ed love, the master exclaims, “Were there not ten cleansed? Hut where are the nine?” Ingratitude is a grievous disap> polntment to benevolence—yet it is a common experience in life. Of all the multitudes who are shown mercy and special favor, how few give recog nition by grateful acknowledgment and thanksgiving. The instance given of nine out of ton being ungrateful BhowB that the proportion of the un grateful is very great. How great God alone knows. leprosy represents the extremity of calamity that may befall men. Lep rosy is a painful, loathsome and an incurable disease by any natural means known. Its cure has never been effected, except through super natural agencies. It is a type of sin In the fact that it is hereditary, In fectious, loathsome and Incurable by ordinary means. The Bin-sick soul, like the malady of leprosy, cannot be cured, except by the divine physician of both soul and body. Instinctively Turn to God. The lepors found themselves In the extremity of physical peril, and they called upon God for help. All men at a time of great calamity turn instinc tively to the supernatural for deliver ance. In the hour of great trial wicked men recognize the existence and ability of God. They call upon God for mercy, though In the times of prosperity they have no reverence or respect for his name. Sometimes the prayers of the un godly are answered. All of the ten lepers were healed, yet only one of them was a good man. How often men who in distress cry unto God and are delivered forget or ignore the obli gation of gratitude, the deliverance imposed upon them! They go on their way, like the nine lepers, and return not to give glory to God. Ten were healed, but one only gave thanks. "Where are the nine?" The question teaches that gratitude is ex pected from all, and Is an obligation resting upon all. The one leper who showed it was made whole and sent on his way rejoicing. Gratitude never fails of reward. The one in our narrative promptly showed his gratitude. As soon as he saw that he had been healed he turned back, and with a loud voice glorified God and gave thanks. His action was voluntary, and every ex pression of true gratitude must spring spontaneously from the heart in a spirit of humility. He fell down on his face at the feet of his healer, giving him thanks. Humbly and Independently of what others might do or think, he camo alone. There were ten cleansed, bat “there were not found any that returned-' save this one, yet the presence of others would not have made his grati tude less Independently his own. Only Acts That Count. Had the whole ten returned, glorify1 lng Ood and giving thanks, with each it would have been a voluntary, hum ble and Independent expression of gratitude. Some people manifest ap preciation of an act of kindness be cause they see others praising it; such a spirit has no element of grati tude in it. It Is not what others do In return for mercies, but what we do. that counts In our lives. Most men, like these ten lepers, call upon Ood in time of great physical distress. Realizing that there is no help from any visible means, they 1 turn to the Invisible power for relief. There is an innate belief in the exist ence and ability of Ood. It may not he recognized until confronted by some great affliction or evil. Many have this belief at all times, but even the hardened sinner In the hour of dread trial has awakened in hts soul some response to its creator Rut there is a distress greater than the greatest temporal affliction. 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