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SYNOPSIS. Major Lawrence, won of Judge Law rence of Virginia, whole wife was a Lee. H. »ent on a perilous mission by Gen. Washington, lust after the winter at Val ley Forge. Disguised In a British uni form Lawrence arrives within the enemy's lines. The Major attends a great fete and saves the "Lady of the Blended Rose" from mob. He later meets the girl at a brilliant ball. Trouble Is started over a waits, and Lawrence Is urged by his partner. Mistress Mortimer (The Lady Of the Blended Rose), to make his escape. Lawrence Is detected as a spy by Captain Grant of the British Army who agrees to a duel. The duel Is stopped by Grant's friends and the spy makes a dash for liberty, swimming a river following a nar row .escape. The Major arrives at the shop of a blacksmith, who Is friendly, and knows the Lady of the Blended Rose. Captain Grant and rangers search black smith shop In vain for the spy. Law rence Joins the minute men. Grant and his train are captured by the minute men. Lawrence Is made prisoner by an Indian and two white men. who lock him In a strong cell. Peter advises Lawrence not to attempt to escape as "some one" would send for him. Grant's oppearanne adds mystery to the combination of cir cumstances. Lawrence again meets the Lady of the Blended Rose, who Informs film that he Is In her house; and that she was In command of the pnrty that cap tured him. The captive Is thrust Into a dark underground chamber when Captain,. Grant begins a search of the premises. After digging his way out. Lawrence finds the place deserted. Evidence of a battle and a dead man across the thres hold. Col. Mortimer, father of the Lady of the Blended Rose, finds his home In ruins. Capt. Grant Insists that Lawrence be strung up at once. Miss Mortimer ap pears. explains the mystery and Law rence Is held a prisoner or war. Law rence escapes through plans arranged by the Lady and sees Grant attack Miss Mortimer. Grant Is knocked out by Law rence, who comes to Miss Mortimer's re lief and then makes his escape. Captain Grant's base vlllany revealed. Lawrence returns to Valley Forge, where learns more of Grant’s perfidy. Washington forces Clinton at battle and Lawrence gets trace of Eric Mortimer. The battle of Monmouth. Gen. Washington again starts Lawrence on an Important mission. Law rence finds Miss Mortimer In soldiers' uniform, acting as scout. Explanations follow. Washington's dispatches are de llevered to Gen. Arnold and Lawrence Is assigned to special service of capturing Fagin. Eric Mortimer Is found a pris oner of Fagln's, and released by MaJ. Lawrence. CHAPTER XXX—(Continued). **The damned villain!” he ejaculat ed, his voice trembling. "Every move he has made has been an attempt *to ruin ua. I can aee It now. Do you suppose Claire really cares for the fellow?" "I am very sure she does not." “Then what. In heaven's name, does she let him hang around for? I al ways hated the sight of his black face and infernal grin, but somehow, I thought she rather liked him. I won der If he can be there now! If he Is. then he and Fagin are up to some dev ilment." "And what that may be we'll never discover by talking here," I put In sternly, suddenly realizing we were wasting time. "Come, let's get around to the north side." We came in back of the summer house. and' had just left the road, when three horsemen galloped past, straight up to the front door, which stood wide open. The black shadow of a man appeared In the glow of light, shading his eyes as he looked Out Into the darkness. "Is that you, Culver?" "Yea," sullenly, the speaker swing ing down from the saddle. “Well, you’ve been a hell of a while getting here. Fagin will skin you alive; It’s nearly daylight already." “Did the best I could; the cantin’ hypocrite wasn’t at home; had to go clear to Medford after him. Come on now, get out o’ that!” He dragged the center figure rough ly from hla horse, and hustled him up the stepa. "The ol’ fool thinks we’re goln’ to kill him, I reckon; been prayin’ for an hour past. Bill got so mad be choked him twice, but It didn’t do no good. Here, take him along In. will yer, and let us hustle some grub.” The man addressed grabbed the limp figure far from gently, and hustled him through the door. As the others disappeared, leading the three horses, Mortimer grasped roy sleeve. "That’s Preacher Jenks," he whis pered. "from down at the Cross Roads, What can Fagin want of him?" "If Fagin is Grant’s tool, and Grant Is here,’’ I answered soberly, "I am ready to make a guess at what is up.’’ The recollection of the captain’s threat at the summer-house Instantly re-' curred to memory. "Here, you lads, skulk down into these bushes, while I try that balcony. That is the library. Isn’t it, Eric? I thought so; I’ve been under guard there twice. The win dow shows no light, but some one Is in the room beyond. Give me a leg up, Tom, and stand close so you can hear if I speak." It was not high from the ground, but I could not grip the top of the rail without help. With Tom's assistance I went over lightly enough, and with out noise. The window was the one which had been broken during the first assault on the house, and never repaired. I found ample room for crawling through. The door Into the hall stood partly ajar, a little light streaming through the crack, so I ex perienced no difficulty in moving about freely. A glance told me the apart ment was unoccupied, although I heard the murmur of distant voices earnestly conversing. Occasionally an emphatic oath sounded clear and distinct My first thought was that the men with me would be better con eeated here than in the bushes below, and I leaned over the rail, and bade My Lady of Doubt BY RANDALL PARRISH /■me, My Lady or fhe florin, do Mx/mfioru IfrIEDE <3orrrRKJHT,ACirCUJRGSGO.I9II them Join me. Within another minute the three of us were in the room In tently listening. I stole across to the crack of the door. The hall was empty so far as I could aee looking toward the rear of the bouse, and the voloea we heard were evidently In the dining-room. Occasionally there was a clatter of dishea, or the scraping of a chair on the polished floor. One voice sang out an order to a servant, a nasal voice, slightly thickened by wine, and 1 wheeled about, gazing in quiringly Into Mortimer’s face. "That’s Grant," he said quickly, "and half drunk.” "1 thought so; that’s when be Is really dangerous. Stay close here; if the hallway Is clear i am going to get Into the shadow there under the stairs. Have your weapons ready." Where the fellow was who had been at the front door I could not deter mine. He had disappeared somehew. and I slipped along the wall for the necessary ten feet like a shadow, and crept in beneath the shelter of the staircase. From here I could look into the room opposite, although only a portion of the space was revealed. There was 'no cloth on the table, and but few dishes, but I counted a half dozen bottles, mostly empty, and nu merous glasses. Grant was at one end. his uniform dusty and stained, but hla eyes alone betraying intoxica tion. Beside him was a tall, stoop shouldered man, with matted beard, wearing the coat of a British Grena dier, but with all Insignia of rank ripped from It. He had a mean mouth, and yellow, fang-like teeth were dis played whenever he spoke. Beyond this fellow, and only half seen from where I crouched, was a heavy-set In dividual. his face almost purple, with a thatch of uncombed red hair. He wore the cocked hat of a Dragoon, pushed to the back of bis head, his feet were encased In long cavalry boots, crossed on the table, and he was pulling furiously at a pipe, the stem gripped firmly between his teeth. Who the bearded man might be I had no means of knowing, but this beauty was without doubt Fagin. I stared at him, fascinated, recalling the stories of his fiendish cruelty, my heart thump ing violently while my flngerß gripped the butt of my pistol. Then, without warning, a man stepped out of the darkened parlor, passed within three feet of my hiding place, and stood within the dining-room door. The three within looked at him, and Fagin roared out: "What Is it now? Heard from Cul ver?” CHAPTER XXXI. They Bend for Claire. I could only see the fellow’s back, with hair hanging low over the collar, but his voice was clear. "Got here five minutes ago. The preacher is locked in the parlor." "By God! Good! Now we can play out the game, eh. Captain? Cr," turn ing about suspiciously, and staring at the other, who sat with eyea shaded by one hand, "are you weakening as the time draws near?” "Hell’s fire! No! We gave her a choice, and she only laughed at it. I’ll go on now to spite the wench; only 1 think we should bring In the boy first, and prove to her that we’ve actually got him " Fagin emptied the glass In his hand, giving utterance to an oath aa he re placed it on the table. "Yer as chicken-hearted drunk as sober, Giant,” he said coarsely. "Did yer hear the fool, Jones, an’ after all I’ve told him?” The bearded man nodded silently, his eyes shifting from one face to the other. Fagin grinned, and poured out another drink. “Now listen again,” he went on, half angrily. "That boy’s worth money ler us—a thousand pounds—but it wouldn’t do yer any good ter be mixed up in the affair, would It? What chanoe would yer have In this estate, or fer yer commission either. If Howe or Clinton got an inklin’ of yer game? Good Lord, man! they’d hang yer In stead of the other fellow. You’ll have ter lie some as it is, I reckon, ter ex plain why yer left 81r Henry, an’ came down here. Have yer got that fact inter yer brains?” Grant glared at him wickedly, but remained silent across the table. "Yer aiready in bad enough, without huntin’ more trouble. Better leave the boy alone. I thought, at first, we’d have ter use him, but 1 don’t now. Let the girl believe he’s deserted, and that yer in a position ter help him. That will serve yer purpose better than the other scheme. It may awaken her gratitude, her sweet love!” "Damn her love!" "So It Isn’t love, eh, that makes yer so anxious. T thought as much. What is it, then —revenge.?" Grant held his breath a moment, his dull eyes on the faces of the two men. "Well, I might as well tell you," be snarled at last. "I loved her once, I guess; anyhow I wanted her badly enough. I want her now, but not in just the same way. I want to show her I’m the master- I want to give her a lesson, and that cub brother of hers. I’d have got them all, the Col onel with them, If that damned Col- onlal spy hadn’t stolen my coat. I had them, dead to rights, Fagin, and the papers to prove it. Now 1 don’t care how it’s done, so I get her. I thought she’d marry me to save the boy, but if she won’t, why then, you carry out your plan—what la It?" Fagin laughed, again emptying his glass. "Easy enough. She’s alone, except fer her father, and he can’t get out of bed. We’ve got Jenks here, an’ the damned old coward will do whatever I tell him." "But she despises me —” "Oh, no! We’ll make you a victim. That will leave things in proper shape between yer two. We’ll play It off as a drunken lark—eh, Jones? My God! It won’t be the first time we’ve done the trick either. Do you remember that love-sick couple over at Tom’s River, Ned? Never laughed so much in my life. This is a better one. Lord! but won’t old Mortimer rave, an’ mighty little good it will do him. Come, what do yer say, Grant? Are yer game?" "Hell’s fire—yes." He got to his feet, gripping the back of his chair. "Bring—bring 'em in; this is a good place.” Fagin struck the table with his fist. "Of course It Is, drink ter the bride after the ceremony.' Bill, bring In the preacher.” It was growing daylight 1 could perceive the glow of the aky out tniough the window, but the candles still sputtered on the table, casting grim lights and shadows on the faces of the three men. As Bill disappeared into the parlor. 1 stole silently back tho library door. "’lccn,” I whispered briefly, "find the boys, anu bring them in here, through that broken Window. They are in the orchard to the right, and there are no guards in front. Move lively, but be quiet." “What is It, Major?” asked young Mortimer, eagerly. "l can’t explain now. I must get back where I can see and hear. But there is going to be a fight. Hold the men ready here until I call. See that their weapons are in good order.’’ I caught the glint dfr his eye, but could wait no longer. Indeed I was scarcely back, snuggled under the stairs, when Bill came forth, gripping the collar of his prisoner’s coat, and urging him down the hall. I crouched lower, the morning light threatening to reveal my hiding place, yet with mind mowe at ease, now I knew the men were close at band. Within five minutes the entire squad would be crowded Into that room, eager for trouble to begin. Probably Fagin did not have a half-dozen fellows in the house. If we could strike swiftly enough we might overpower them all, without creating alarm outside, where the main body lay. Some careless ness had brought us good luck in hav ing the front of the house left un guarded. These thoughts swept over me, and left me confident. The time had come when I was to serve her, to prove my own worthiness. I felt ready and eager for the trial. 1 caught a glimpse of Jenks’ race, aa Bill Jerked him forward. The man waa gray with terror, his parchment like skin seamed and contorted. He was a tall, loose-jointed creature, wear ing a long black coat, flapping about his knees. The guard fairly held him up in the doorway, and both Fagin and Jones laughed at the pitiful sight, the former ending bis roar with an out burst of profanity. "Go on back ter the front doer. Bill,” he ordered roughly. "This fellow’ll never run away; his legs wouldn’t carry him Now, Mr. Preacher,” glow ering savagely at the poor devil acrosß the bottle-strewn table, “do yer know who I am?” Jenks endeavored to answer, from the convulsive movement of his throat, but made no sound. Fagin cursed again. "If it wasn’t such a waste of good liquor I’d pour some of this down your gullet." he exclaimed, shaking a half filled bottle In his fist. "Then maybe you could answer when I spoke to you. Now, see here, you canting old hypo crite. I’m Red Fagin, an’ I guess you know what that means. I’m plsen, an’ I don’t like jour style. Now you’re goin’ to do just wbat I tell you. or the boys will have a bangin’ bee down in the ravine. Speak up, an’ tell me what you propose to do." Jenks wet bis dry Ups with his tongue, clinging to the sides of the door with both hands. "What—what Is it you wish of me?” his uncertain gaze wandering over the three faces, but coming back to Fagin. "You are to marry this officer here to a young lady." "What—what young lady?” "Mortimer’s daughter—Claire is the name, isn’t it. Grant? Yes, Claire; you know her, I reckon." I could hear the unforOunate man breathe in the silence, but Fagin’s eyes threatened. "Is—is she here?" he faltered help lessly. "Does she desire the—the cere mony?” "That doesn’t happen to be any of your business," broke In Fagin bluntly. "This Is my affair, an’ the fewer ques tions you ask the better. If we want some fun, what the hell have you got to do with It, you snivelling spoil sport! I haven’t asked either of them about It I Just decided It was time they got married. Stand up, man, and let go that door,” he drew a derringer from his belt and flung It onto the table. “There’s my authority—that, an* fifty hell-hounds outside wonder ing why I don’t loot the house, an’ be done. Do you want to be turned over to them? If you don’t then speak up. Will you tie them, or not?” , Jenks’ eyes wandered toward Jones, who stared blankly back at him, yel low fangs showing beneath hla beard. “Why—of course—yes,” he faltered weakly. ”I—suppose I must.” “Don’t seem much chance to get out, does there, parson? Well, I reckon It won’t hurt your conscience particu larly. BUI! Where’s Bill?” “You sent him to guard the front door,” explained Jones. “That’s right. I did. You'll do Just as well. Go up stairs, an’ bring the girl down. She's with the old man. an’ Culberson Is guarding the door. Better not say what she’s wanted for. Just tell her Captain Grant wishes to speak to her a moment.” Jones straightened up, and pushed past the preacher, the stairs creaking under his weight as he went up over my head. Grant arose, and stood looking out the window into the glow of the sunshine, and Jenks dropped Into the nearest chair, atill staring across the table at Fagin. For the first time 1 seemed to entirely grasp the situation. I got to my feet, yet dare not move so much as a step, for Fagin was facing the hallway. It ap parently would be better to wait until after the girl came down stairs, until those In the house were all together, before we struck. I wah ted to know what she would say, how she would act, when she understood what waa proposed. The time allowed me for decision was short, as it seemed scarcely a minute before I heard their footsteps above. CHAPTER XXXII. A Threatened Marriage. Fagin heard them coming and took hla boots from the table, and sat up straight in his chair; the preacher pushed his back until half concealed behind the door; Grant never looked around. Jones came into view first, and behind him walked Claire, her cheeks flushed, her head held high. At the door she paused, refusing to enter, her eyes calmly surveying the occu pants. “You sent for me, sir,” she said coldly. “May I ask for what purpose?” Even Fagin’s cool insolence waa un able to withstand unmoved her beauty and her calmness of demeanor. Ap parently he had never met her before, for, with face redder than ever, he got to his feet, half bowing, and stam mering slightly. “My name is FagiD, Mistress," he said, striving to retain his accustomed roughness. “I reckon you have heard of me." "I have," proudly, her eyes meeting hla, "and, therefore, wonder what your Fagin Roared Out; “What la It Now? Heard From Culver?" purpose may be in ordering me here. I wish to return to any father who re quires my services." The guerilla laughed, now angered by her manner. "Well, I thought I’d tell you who I was so you wouldn’t try any high and Cardinals’ Red Hats To the Countess of Flanders, so tradition has It, the cardinals owe their red hats. She complained to Pope Innocent IV. that in an assem blage she could not distinguish car dinals from abbots and other great personages or the church, so the peo ple. at the council of Lyons in 1245, prescribed the red hat to replace the miter, and red hat it has been ever since. In the constitution of Boni face VIII. it was enacted that car dinals should wear robes of royal pur ple. but since 1464 red robes have been worn, and the purple usually ap pears only at Lent and advent, when cardinals can be distinguished from bishops by the red skull cap, blretta and stockings. To Preserve Old Photographs. One way to preserve old photo graphs is as follows: Put the photo graphs Into clean, hot water; very soon the pictures loosen and may be easily removed from the cards. When dry, either trim down to economize mighty business,” he said and eying her fiercely. “That ain't ib« lort o* thing that goes with me. an yer ain’t the Am one I’ve taken down a peg or two. However. I don’t mean you no harm, only you’d better behav« yourself. Yer know that man ovei there, don’t yer?’* He Indicated with a nod of the head and Claire glanced In that direction but without speaking. "Well, can’t you answer?" * "I recognize Captain Grant, If tha'. Is what you mean." "I was speaking English, wasn’t I? Yer ought to know him—yer engaged ter him, ain't yer?" “Certainly not,” Indignantly. Grant turned about, his face twitch ing. “This Is not my fault, Claire,” he exclaimed swiftly. "Don’t blame me for it. I am also a prisoner, and help less." She never looked at him, never an swered, her entire attention concen trated on Fagin, who was grinning with enjoyment "That’s sure right, young lady,” he said grimly. "The Captain is only obeyin’ orders ter save his own neck There’s no love lost atween us, let me tell yer. But we’re not so blame merciless after all, an’ I reckon, we’ve got about all thar is In the house worth cartin’ away. Now we’re goln' to have some fun, an* leave two happy hearts behind. Ain’t that it, Jones? Clinton’s licked; Washington has his hands full up north; an’ this hull blame country Is ours. Somewhere, Mistress, I’ve heard tell that you an' this Captain was pretty thick —how Is It?" Her eyes exhibited indignant sur prise, but, after an instant's hesita tion, her lips answered. "I hardly know what you mean, sir. We were children together." "An’ engaged ter be married—eh?” “There was an arrangement of that nature between our parents. But why should this Interest you?" He ignored the question, but bit eses hardened. (TO BE CONTINUED.) The Simple Life. The charm of the bungalow Is not in the main due to Its little cost or to convenience of Its plan or to Its ar tistic exterior, but to the fact that there Is a great proportion of the American people who desire to live more simply and with less convention than they find necessary In the typical suburban community, says a writer In Leslie’s. 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