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Who Wasn't Himself SEU By ROBERT AMES BEN NET (Copyright, by W. G. Chapman) h k "YOU BLACK MAI LERI" from train at Denver a traveler la greet ed as "Will" by an elderly lady and gentleman, who stop their auto to speak. He imagines It a case of mistaken Identity and in troduces himself as "Richard Clin ton," on his way to the coast. The couple appear greatly surprised, and learning he is to be in town until midnight, the lady. Introduc ing herself as Mrs. Kirkland, and her husband as Doctor Kirkland, Invites him to dinner, explaining the action by his truly remarkable resemblance to a friend of theirs. At the Kirkland home he meets a young lady who greets him as her fiance. She is Ellen Kirkland, and plainly Is greatly hurt by his asser tion that he Is Richard Clinton. At dinner Clinton learns that his host Is a medical specialist and that he Is believed to be Will Lowry, a young man who had been suffer ing from a nervous breakdown and had gone East for medical treat ment. Lowrle had had in his pos session bonds of the value of 1100, 000 , belonging to the bank where he was employed, which have dis appeared and o recollection. W! Clinton goes to the Lowrle home, the doctor being satisfied that Amy Lowrle, Will's sister, will convince Clinton he is really Lowrie, suffer ing from loss of memory. Amy de clares at once he is her brother, and insists on treating him as such, to his great embarrassment. Doc tor Kirkland sends a telegram to the sanitarium where Lowrle is dergoing treatment. Ellen and Amy try in vain to convince Clinton he Is Will Lowrle. They manage, how ever, to prevent his going, Bemm, a suitor of Amy and an agent of the bank, moves in the matter of the missing bonds. The sanitarium telegram proves nothing, wants Amy to marry him as the price of shielding Will in the bond matter. night to tell him about Bemm and make him brush her hair. Clinton temporarily convinces her he is not her brother. Denver and Is arrested, dares they are all crazy—or else there is a conspiracy. SYNOPSIS.—Alighting a ■ jf I I I I I 1 I I I IM 61 lg te m n i§ f which he has no ith Doctor Kirkland m un Bemm Amy goes to Clinton at He starts to leave He de CHAPTER IX—Continued. "As a friend of the—that is, of Mr. Lowrle," he remarked, "may I be per mitted to suggest that this Idea of his about a conspiracy rather supports Doctor Kirkland's theory of irrespon sibility." Clinton set his jaw and stood silent, evidently resolved to Doctor Kirkland say no more, smiled approval. That Is -better, my boy. Keep cool. Over-excitement Is good for May I see the warrant?" The official produced the warrant. The physician glanced through It with an experienced eye. ment of the bonds—Will Lowrie, alias Richard Clinton." "Pardon me," remarked Bemm what diffidently, pen to know that the— er —party rep resenting the bank In this matter Is inclined to accept my theory that friend disposed of—that Is to say, mis placed the bonds while mentally irre sponsible." no one. H'm—embezzle some I wish to say I hap our "Then why have they acted so out rageously to him?" demanded Amy. "Had he not attempted to leave town, y' know—■" "That is the worst of it !" exclaimed Mrs. Kirkland. "The publicity! The scandal !" "Madam," reassured the official, "there has been no publicity so far: und there need be none if Mr. Lowrle can account for the bonds. We here «re the only ones who know of his ar rest, except the plain-clothes man who caught him at the depot. He won't leak." "One moment, officer. If you please," interrupted Doctor Kirkland. He fixed his keen gaze on Clinton. "If released from custody would you leave town?" Clinton looked at Amy, and sudden ly his anger vanished. He even smiled ns he answered : "Those who dance must pay the piper. I could have tele graphed for my proofs; I could have fold you all about my life. But I was too stubborn to do either. Bemm and this official refuse to believe my full statement about myself and my busi ness. Therefore I now refuse to tele graph or say anything more, except that I no longer have any wish to go away. I wish to stay, even though it be In jail, until ran have disproved this ridiculous charge and I am free to-** SAWDUST AS BASIS OF FUEL *-°s Angeles Man Confident He Has Solved One of the Problems of the World. Heorge Van Buren nuff. known as "The Sawdust King," because during the war he organized the O. K. Saw dust company and utilized the waste matter from lumber yards of Los An geles, has invented a process for fuel which he says will jolt the gasoline at Amy, milled " ^ over t0 * a2 « at a photograph in the far corner of the y glided after him, to and fondle his hand Finn room. Amy stand by his side pathy. Ellen looked longingly ^t^he conp.e, but lingered to hear what her father was saying to the official. This charge of conspiracy Indicates his delusional You have clearly predisposition, my word, sir, that he and Is mentally Irresponsible actions, in the full legal term." was for his senses of the The official looked his ry, doctor, but in the rant—" concern. "Sor euse of a war "Very true," agreed the physician. He must be kept in admitted to bail. custody, unless That does not pre vent you from deputizing me and plac ing him In my custody. What he re quires Is sanitarium treatment, finement in Jail would probably ter his mind beyond all hope of recov ery. The sanitarium, on the con trary, may restore him to his old self and enable him to remember how he lost the bonds." Bemm smiled suavely at the police official. "Ah. In that case I venture to request you to accede to Doctor Kirkland's suggestion. I feel sure you may safely Intrust Mr. Lowrle In his custody. Consider me as the doctor's second in the matter— er— what is the term?—his guarantor, if I am consid ered to have any standing." "H'm," muttered the official. "It's a queer case. Well, I guess I'll take the responsibility of deputizing Doctor Kirkland and entrusting the prisoner to his custody. There's no precedent for it; but considering the circum stances and the fact that the doctor has often helped out the department with expert advice, I'll risk it." The physician bowed in acknowledg ment and walked over to Clinton. "My boy," he said, "we cannot compel you to give over your fancied idea of a conspiracy against you. However, our friend here has agreed to set you at liberty on my recognizance. All I ask of you Is your word as a gentleman that you will remain in Denver until cleared of this charge." Clinton turned and impulsively held out his hand. "Doctor, I beg your par don for my suspicion. It was the only Con shat \ 4 t ti I k "That Was Rotten—Their Serving You With a Warrant." way I could account for the persis tency of everybody in identifying me with Mr. Lowrle. I see that I must have been mistaken, I give you my word that I will not leave town until I am cleared of this false and ridicu lous charge." "We shall stay with Amy until her— your mother returns," rather hastily remarked Mrs. Kirkland. She cov ered the betrayal of the doubt that troubled her with a smile, gracious and cordial : "And now you and Amy must home to lunch with us." "And Charlie, too," added Ellen. "He was so thoughtful, phoning to us." "Will is my best friend." said Bemm. looking at Amy. She gave him a grate ful glance. He started for the door. I'd like to go with you. "Count on me. but I shall hunt up Will's suitcase and take it home for him on my way." CHAPTER X. Blackmail. When Bemm drove up to the Kirk land residence in his big touring car he found Clinton dozing in a swing bench, and the girls on guard over Each had her charming nose In magazine that she might not be tempted to chatter and thereby dis of their drowsy him. turb the repose charge. Bemin's arrival roused Clinton, and time the four talked on im At last Ellen and Bemm promptly for some personal topics. Amy went Inside, shifted to a seat near Clinton and re marked in a sympathetic tone: "That their serving you with a was rotten By means of a still, the situation. old moonshine variety, he says, he can forc«t turpentine and a hlgh-power distillate from the sawdust He has already cornered 7,000 tons of saw dust and will begin operations at once. So certain is Mr. Huff of his dis covery that be has applied for a paient on the process. He further offers to purchase the whisky stills warrant. But I suppose they thought they were Justified, when to leave town." "I suppose so," you started acquiesced Clinton. a he fact, however, is that , - nothing was further from my thoughts than those Lowrle bonds." ' Frankly." said Bemm, "what puz zles me is that you wished to go at all. ïou had agreed to stay, and all trying our best to treat we were you well." I presume the police searched my suitcase," irrelevantly observed Clin ton. To tell Bemm dDout Amy's visit to his room was unthinkable. Bemm took out a cigarette before plying: "One can usually count their committing such impertinences, I take it. Though, if they opened re a a y«"* case, they must have been rather clev er In their work. It seemed to be se curely locked." "You left It at Miss Lowrie's?" "Yes." "That was very kind of you." "Don't mention it— I say, old man, I've been wanting to talk with ; about your— er— about Miss Amy." "I fail to take you," said Clinton. "You forget that I am not your friend. Will Lowrle." "Friend !" forced a smile. has forgotten your identity. But, luckily for me, you still retain an im pression—or, would say, a subconscious memory—of your opposition to me." "Must I repeat—'' "No. Yet you cannot deny you have this feeling, this prejudice against me, with regard to Amy." "You refer to Miss Lowrle, I pre sume." "Deuce take It!" exclaimed Bemm. "Haven't I stood your friend in this police affair? Am I not entitled to some consideration from you?" "Very well," said Clinton. "Now if you will kindly proceed to elucidate what you are driving at." "Right-0 ! We're getting down to bedrock," replied Bemm. "You're listening to me as her brother; you have my word that I am not so friv olous or—fast—as I art said to be; and you know how I regard your sis ter. I may not be as desirable a match as some; but I am eligible, as you know, and though I seem to be doing nothing, I really am engaged in a serious and ambitious vocation." "One moment," said Clinton. "Yon Insisted that I play the part of Miss Lowrie's brother ; but I have not asked for any confidences from you. Kindly remember that you are speaking to a stranger." "Indeed? Really now, you can't fancy you can shunt me off the track at this stage of the game," scoffed Bemm. "A man In your situation might be expected to catch at hipts. Perhaps your head really is addied. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." "Thanks," said Clinton. "If It is not addled, you certainly are a cool one," rejoined Bemm. "Don't you realize what a hole you are in over those bonds? Admitting for the sake of the argument that yon remember nothing about them, I will explain that I know enough of what you did to—put you through." "Most kind of you to tell me, Mr. Bemm." Bemm's gray-brown eyes lost their deceptive shallowness. Clinton looked Into their depths and saw the man behind the Jester. His steely glance struck ,flint instead of rubber. But Bemm's voice was very soft: "You see, old man, it is still a mat ter between friends. All you need do Is to find the bonds, or their equiva lent In money, if they have been dis posed of. Doctor Kirkland believes you were irresponsible. If you have used any of the— er —proceeds, there's no doubt he will advance you the amount* If that is done—the bank re imbursed, y'know—the bank will ac cept his theory of your mental condi tion, and will allow the matter to be hushed up. This Is provided I forget certain facts that, if recalled by me, would knock the doctor's hypothesis into a cocked hat." "So—you remember certain facts?" muttered Clinton. "My dear Will, let us say that I do not now remember them. One may easily forget, where a friend is con cerned. All I ask is that you, in turn, show your friendship by intimating the situation to Am— er —Miss Lowrle. Nothing raw, y'know. Just a hint She admits that she likes me, and you know how she is. A word from you in my favor, and she would at one For all his quickness, Bemm was not quick enough to elude the hand that shot out to clutch his collar. He pulled back to free himself. In the same Instant Clinton rose over him, white with anger. Without a word. Clinton Jerked him to his feet, whirled him around and rushed him to the head of the porch steps. Clinton's shoe assisted his flight down the steps. The audacity even more than the suddenness of the attack had para lyzed Bemm's power of resistance. The spell was broken by the shock of his landing on the hard cement walk at the foot of the steps. He scrambled to bis feet, his face twitching with fury. He put his hand to his hip. "Drop that hand," ordered Clinton in a tone barely above a whisper. ran muttered Bemm. You're the one that He un Doctor Kirkland as and the moonshiners' outfits which the government has confiscated. These, he says, can be utilized to make the fuel and the turpentine. In the district of PotosI in Bolivia is the greatest silver mine the world has known, and the production of gold and silver since 1553 has been esti mated at more than $2,000,000.000. The silver has been placed at not less than 30.000.000 kilograms out of a total of 48.SOO.OOO kilograms for the whole of World's Greatest Silver Mine. Beram's furious glance fell before the look In Clinton's eyes. His hand slipped down, away from the hip pocket. Clinton descended a step, and spoke In the same low-pitched ton: "You blackmailer—you curl Get out of here!" Again Bemm tried to face the oth er's look, and again his glance wav ered and fell. He turned and walked hurriedly down to the curb. The tires of his big car tore holes In the street surfacing, so violently did he throw on the full power of the engine. A girlish exclamation caused the tense watcher to look about. Amy stood In the doorway, staring after the swift-flying car. "Why, It's Charlie!" she cried. "Whatever is the matter?—Oh! Willi your face! You look as if—as if—" She flung herself at him. He sprang to meet and sweep her back into the house. "No—not out here!" he muttered— "Private, where none can see or hear —till he comes back— The cur! the d-damed cur!" "Hush! hush, dear!" urged the girl, putting up a hand over his mouth. "Oh, Will !" cried Ellen in the en trance of the drawing room, swore !" "The scoundrel! The—the—" Clin ton choked with wrath. Between them, the girls hurried him Into a secluded room where he could not be heard. There he found voice; but the words that burst forth were so Incoherent „ with rage that neither girl could understand what he said. Overcome with dread of his wild outburst, Ellen fled to tell her mother that he had become violently insane. Mrs. Kirkland hastened to telephone the calamitous news to her husband. As soon as she received his promise to at once come home, she started to the rescue of Amy, timidly followed by Ellen. With a trepidation that by con trast emphasized her moral courage, the lady opened the door of the room in which Ellen had left the maniac. No sound came from within. Her pal lor increased.' Shuddering with dread of what might be within, she rushed into the room. Ellen followed, still more fearful of what they might find, Clinton was reposing in the depths of a big "sleepy-hollow" chair, as peaceful and still as if asleep. Amy, perched on the arm of the chair, was stroking his forehead and closed eyes. She looked about at the intruders and touched her lips for silence. But her patient had opened his eyes. At sight of the frightened ladies, he cap tured Amy's hand and sat up in the chair, hig face red with embarrass ment. "Yon "Oh keep your seat! Do not dis turb yourself! Be calm!" urged Mrs. Kirkland. Amy freed an arm and slipped It about his neck. "You are calm now. Aren't you, dear?" she soothed. "Yes—yes, of course," mumbled Clin toh, but his color deepened. "But, dearest." murmured Ellen, "you must be dizzy. You look so queer." Clinton's expression became still more peculiar. His features were con vulsed. He waggled his hands. "This —this—'' he gasped. "Whatever I—1 Don't you—Chocolate Soldier?" They looked at one another in acute alarm. There now could be no doubt as to his condition. He sought to ex plain: "The—the opera." "Opera?" repeated Amy. "Oh, yes —yes, we understand, dear. You are reminded of that opera, when the hero comes Into the castle and the ladles make such a fuss of him. Yes, dear, we understand. So now hush and be quiet." But Instead of obeying, he flung him self back in the chair and burst into a roar of laughter. The outburst was far more violent than the first It did not end until he lay helpless from spent emotion, tears rolling down his cheeks, and his hands feebly beating the arms of the chair. Mrs. Kirkland hovered over him, ready with the bot tle of lavender salts. On either side of him knelt Amy and Ellen, each with her arm about his neck, her head against his shoulder, and a hand strok ing his face. ( "Save—save the pieces!" he panted. The girls redoubled their tender caresses. Mrs. Kirkland held her bot tle under his nose. He took a whiff, and groanêd : "Alas ! Who shall de liver me out of the hands of mine—my friends?" They exchanged anxious glances, and Mrs. Kirkland whispered: "Hys teria !" He pulled himself together, caught the girls' hands and his breath, and remarked in a conversational tone: "My dear Mrs. Kirkland, will you con sider it hysterical If I observe that a cup of tea—" "He's coming to himself!" shrieked Ellen. "He has come to himself!" shrieked Amy. Clinton enjoys "relaxation and quiet." (TO BE CONTINUED.) Politeness is not all mere polish. You have to give up quite eften some thing you like. Boiivia. 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