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f V SEVEN J Of BY ' m KEYS TO BALDPATE - . - . ... v . - t tin r T ij i n f TIIK HOCK ISLAMJ AllUU.), hATUJUMi, iq. i-n. JACK LONDON, EARL DERI? BIOOERS Corrigbl b Ika BbbfUrrifl I 0 cp) TV Jo j from CHAPTER XXII!. Exuflnt OmMl. f )QE professor looked op I I I bis grlddlecalces. III "Why limit It to the coon- ' ' tjT' be asled. "I tboolo maj you were too pardmoalotu In your d!d for me. did for my oath. Judgment." Mrt. Quimby. detecting lo the old coma's words a compliment, Conned an even deeper red as she beat above tue tore. "It's so seldom anything really nnp peos aronnd here." she said. "1 Just been hungering for news of the strange goings on up there. And I most say Qui in by ain't been none too newsy on the subject. 1 threatened to come op and Join In the proceedings myself, es pecially when I heard shoot the book writing coot Providence bad sentyoo." "You would bare found os on the porch with ontstretcbed arms. JJr. 21 a gee assured her. It was on Kendrick that Mrs. Qui ru by showered her attentions, and when the group rose to seek the station, amid a consultation of watches that recalled the commuter who rises at dawn to play tg with a flippant train, Mr. Magee beard her say to the rail road man in a heartfelt aside: "I don't know as I cnn ever thank yon enough. Mr. Kendrick. for putting new hope into Quimby. You'll never understand what It means when yoo hare given up and jour life seems all done and wasted, to bear that there's a chance left." "Won't IT' replied Kendrick warmly. "Mrs. Quimby. it will make me a very happy man to give your busband bis chance." The first streaks of dawn were In the sky when the berrolts of Baldpate filed through the gate into the road, waving goodby to Quimby and bis wife, who stood In their door-yard for the farewell In the station Mr. Jhsce encounter ed an old friend be of the mop of ginger colored hair. The man who had coinplnined of the slow ne.s of the vil lage Razed with wide eye at Magee. -I figured." he said, "that yon'd rone this way again. Well. I must far you ve put a little lire into mis place. If I'd known when I saw you here the other night all the exciting things yon bad up your sleeve I'd I gone right op to Baldpate with you." i -Bnt I hadn't anything up my sleeve." protested Magee. "Maybe. replied the agent, winking There's some pretty giddy stories go- lug around about the carryings on op at Baldpate shots fired and strange lights flashing. Doggone it! The only thing that's happened here In years, and I wasn't in on It. I certainly wlah you'd put me wise to it." Two drooping figures entered the sta tion the mayor and bis faithful Hen tenant. Max. The dignity of the for mer bad faded like a flower, and the same withered simile might have been applied wilb equal force to the accus tomed Jaontineaa of Loo. They filed out opon the platform. Mr. Magee carrylnc Mrs. Norton's lug gage amid ber effusive thanks. On the platform waited a stranger equip ped for travel. It was Mr. Max who made the discovery. "By the Lord Harryr he cried. "It's toe hermit of Baldpate mountain And so It was, bis beard gone, bis hair clumsily backed, bis body garbed In, the height of an old and ludicrous DAN0KUFFAND FAILING HAIR Prevented.by fashion. bis face set bravely toward ' rh cirie once more. "Tes." be said, "I walked the floor, thinking it all over. I knew It would happen, and it has. The winters are hard, and the sight of you it was too much. The excitement, the talk it So I'm to her back to Brooklyn n.-is." y one to you." growled Car- replied Mr. reters. "Very likely, if she's feellns that way. I hope so. I ain't airing tip the hermit Job altogether III come hack in the summers to my postcard business. There's money in It if It's handled right But I've spent my last winter on that lonesome bill." "As author to author. asked Magee. "how about your bookT' "There won't be any mention of that." the hermit predicted, "in Brook lyn. I've packed It away. Maybe 1 cnn work on it summers If she doesn't come up here with me and insist on running my hermit business for me. I hope sho won't It would sort of put a crimp in it but if she wants to 1 won't refuse. And maybe that book'Il never get done. Sometimes as I've sat In my shack at night and rend It's come to me that all the greatest works since the world began have been those that never got finished." The Reuton train roared np to them through the gray morning and paused Impatiently at Upper Asqnewnu Falls. Aboard It clambered the hermits, ama teur and professional. Mr. Magee from the platform waved goodby to the agent standing forlorn In the sta tion door. He watched the building nntil It wns only a blur in the dawn. A kindly feeling for It was Ir his benrt. After oTT. it nad teen in fhe waiting room Then be started for the smoker. On bis way be paused at the seat occupied by the ex-hermit of Baldpate and fised his eyes on the pale blue necktie Mr. Peters had resur rected for his return to the world of men. "Pretty, ain't It?" remarked the her mit, seeing whither Mr. Magee s gaze drifted. "She picked If 1 didn't ex actly like it when she first gave It to me. but I see my mistake now. I'm wearing It home as a sort of a white flag of truce or almost white. Lo you know. Mr. Magee. I'm somewhat nervous about what I'll say when 1 come 'into her presence again about my inaugural address, you might put It What would be your conversation on sucb an occasion? If you'd been away from a wife for five years what would you say when you drifted back?" "That would depend." replied Magee. "on the amount of time she allowed me for my speech." "You've bit the nail on the bead." re plied Mr. Peters admiringly. "She's quick. She's like lightning. She won't It now the heart" Kendrick leaned closer. His breath came with a noisy quickness that brought the fact of bis breathing ln sisteutly to Magee's mind. "I never knew bow It was played, be said. Something told Mr. Magee that he ought to rise and drag Kendrick awny from that table. Wbyt Ho did not know. Stilt. It ought to be done. But the look In Kendrlck's eyes showed clearly that the proverbial wild horses could not do It then. "Tell me how It's played." went on Kendrick. trying to be calm. "You must be getting old." replied the mayor. "The admiral told me the young men at his club never took any Interest In bis game. 'Solitaire. he says to me. "Is an old man's trade. It's a great game. Mr. Kendrick." "A great game," repeated Kendrick. "Tea. It's a great game." His tone was dull. "I want to know bow It's played." be said again. "The six of clubs." reflected the mayor, throwing down another card. "Say. she's One now. There ain't much to It You use two decks, exact ly alike, shuffle 'em together the eight of hearts, the Jack of aay. that's greatl Tou lay the cards down here Just as they come, like this" n paused. His huge nana neia a giddy pasteboard. A troubled look was on his face. Then be smiled hap pily and went on In triumph. "And then you build. Mr. Kendrick." be said, "the reds and the blacks. Yon hniid the blacks on the left and the reds on the tight Do you get roe? Then say, what's the matter?" For Kendrick had swayed and al most fallen on the admiral's game the game that bad once Bent a man to helU "Go on!" be said, bracing. "Noth ing's the matter. Go on! Build, dash It build r The mayor looked at him a moment In surprise, then continued. "Now the king." he muttered, "now the ace. We're on the home stretch, going strong. There. It's finished, it's come out right A great game. 1 tell you." Professor Bolton pnshed open the smoker door and sat down. Cargan leaned back. Kendrlck's fever rpllowwl face was like a bronze mask Mis eyes were' fiercely on the table and the two decks of cords that lay there. "And when you've finished." be point ed. "When you've finished" Mr. Cargan picked up the deck on the left "All black." be said, "when the game comes out right" "And the other?" Kendrick persisted softly. He pointed to the remnlning deck. A terrible smile of understand- to!d Treatment with CUTICURA , SOAP And Cuticura Ointment. Directions: JIake a. parting and rub pently with Cuticura Ointment. Continue until whole scalp has been gone over. 2cxl morning shampoo with Cuti- ; cura Soap. Shampoos alone may ; he used as often as agreeable, but once or twice a month is generally sufficient for this special treatment . for women's hair. OrtlcvrB Snap i4 oinf-vnf mr44 tmutmt thm mvrid. t -' hi-t-t- vi r frr- i-'ifi it it TMU ftfMJ mav lUAtm" 1U C (uii trill CiAi I: bcM fur uj tMlj. Advertisement give me any time if she can help That's why I'd like to have a wonder ful speech all reudy something that would bold her spellbound and tongue tied until 1 finished. It would take literary classic to do that" "What you want" laughed Magee, "Is a speech'with the runch." "Exactly." agreed Mr. Peters. guess 1 won't go over to Brooklyn the minute I hit New lork. 1 guess I'll study the lights along the big street and brush elbows with the world a bit before I reveal myself to her. Maybe If I took In a few shows but don' think I won't go to ber. My mind is made np. And I guess she'll be glad to see me too. In her way. 1 got to fix it with ber. though, to come back to my postcard trade in the summers. I wonder what she'll say to that. May be she could stay at the Inn under an assumed name while 1 was bermiting np at the shack." He laughed softly. Then Mr. Magee went forward Into the smoking car. Long rows of red plush seats, unoccupied save for the mayor and Max. greeted bis eye. lie strolled to where they sat about half way down the car, and lighted an after breakfast cigar. Max slouched In the unresponsive company of a cigarette on one side of the car; across the aisle the mayor of Reuton leaned heavily above a card table placed between two seats. He was playing solitaire. Magee looked on, only half Interest ed. Then suddenly bis Interest grew. He watched the mayor build In two piles; he saw that the deck from which be built was thick. A weird suspicion shot across bis mind. "Tell me," be asked, "is this the ad mini's gurne of solitaire?" "Exactly what I was going to ask." said a voice. Magee looked up. Ken' drick bad come in and stood now above the table. His tired eyes were upon It fascinated; his lips twitched strangely. "Yes." stiswered tLe mayor, "this Is the admiral's game. You'd hardly ex pect me to know It, would you? I don't bang out at the swell clubs where the admiral does. They won't have me there. But once I took the admiral on a public service Ixrird with me one time when I ws e l a lot of dignity and no brains prt-.y bad and be sort of come back by teaching me bit game In the long dull hours when w had Holding lo do but erve the public. Tle Ihing gi ts a bold on you ojov'jow, Lei see wow the spade- ' j "Fad. What else could it bar All red." Ing drew bis thin lips taut "And the other. Mr. Cargan?" "Red." replied Cargan. "What else could it be? All red." He picked It up and shuffled through it to prove his point Kendrick turned like a drunken man and staggered back down the aisle. Magee rose and hur ried after him. At the door he turned. and the look on bis face caused Magee V shudder. CHAPTER XXIV. Miss Evtlyn Rhodas, Reporter. heard?" he said helplessly. My God! It's funny. Isn't He laughed hysterically, nd drawing out his bandker ciitcr passed It across his forehead. "A pleasant thing to think about a pleas ant thing to remember." i thought I'd Join you." said Pro fessor Bolton. "Why, David, what Is it wnats the matter?" "Nothing." replied Kendrick wildly mere a nothing the matter. Let me by please." He crossed the swaying pjatrorm and disappeared Into the otb er car. ine tram slowed down at a small yellow station. Mr. Magee peered out the window, "noonerstown." h rnl -Keuion Jen Miles." He saw Mr. Max get up and leave the car. noiselessly Mar returned to the group and stood silent bis eyes wide. nis yellow face pitiful, the fear of a dog about to be whipped in bis every feature. "Jim." he cried. "Jim! Tou got to get me out of this. You got to stand by me." Why, what's the matter. Lou?" ask ed the mayor In surprise. Matter enough." whined Max. "Do you know what's happened! Well, I'll tell" Mr. Max was thrust aside and re placed by a train newsboy. Mr. Ma gee felt thut he should ulwavs remem ber that boy. bis straw colored bnlr. bis freckled beaming face, his lips with their fresh perpetual smile. All the morning papers, gents." pro Claimed the boy. "t'et the l.'euton Star. All about the brliierv." He held up the piipt-r. It's huge tavk tiead:.uc4 looked dull ajid old and soggy. But the story they wns new and live and startling. "The Mayor Trnpped." shrilled the headline. "Attempt to Pass Big Bribe at Baldpate Inn Foiled by Star Report er. Uayden of the Suburban Com mits Suicide to Avoid Disgrace." "Give me a paper, boy." said the mayor. "Yes a Star." His voice was even, his face unmoved. He took the sheet and studied It vlth an easy smile. Clinging In fear to his side. Max read too. At length Mr. Cargan spoke, looking up at Magee. "So." he remarked: "so reHrtera. eh you and yonr lady friend? Re porters for this lying sheet the Star?" Mr. Magee smiled up rrom bis own copy of the paper. "Not I." be answered, "but my lady friend yea. It seems she wns Just that A Star reporter you can call ber and tell no lie, Mr. Mayor." It was a good story the story which the mayor. Max, the professor and Ma gee read with varying emotions there In the smoking car. The (,'rt bad serv ed her employers well, and Mr. Ma gee. as he read, felt a thrill of pride In ber. Evidently tbe employers had felt that same thrill. For In the cap tions under tbe pictures, in the head lines and in a first page editorial, none of which the girl had written, the Star spoke admiringly of its woman reporter who bad done a man'a work who had gone to Baldpate Inn and bad brought back a gigantic bribe fund "alone and unaided." "Indeed?" smiled Mr. Magee to him self. I In the editorial on that first page the triumphant cry of the Star arose to shatter Its fellows In the heavens. At last said the editor, the long campaign which his paper alone of all the Reu ton papers had waged against a cor rupt city administration was brought to a successful close. The victory was won. How had this been accomplish ed? Into the Star office had come rn xors a few days bark of the proposi-d payment Ot a tng onse nr rne mrt Baldpate mountain. The paper bad de cided that one of Its represent rives must be on the ground. It bad debat ed long whom to send. Miss Evelyn Rhodes, its well known special writer, had got the tip In question: she had pleaded to go to the inn. The editor, considering her sex. had stesnly re fused. Then gradually be bad been brought to see tbe wisdom of sending a girl rather than a man. The sex of the former would put the guilty par ties under surveillance off guard. So Miss Rhodes was dispatched to the inn. Here was her story. It convicted Car gan beyond a doubt Tbe very money offered as a bribe was now In the bands of the Star editor and would be turned over to Prosecutor Drayton at bis request AH this under the dis quieting title. "Prison Stripes For the Mayor." The girl's story told how. with one companion, she had gone to Dpper As quewan Falls. There was no mention of the station waiting room nor of the tears shed therein on a certain even ing. Mr. Magee noted. She bad reach ed the Inn on the morning of tbe day when the combination was to be1 phoned. Bland was already there. Shortly .after came tbe mayor and Max. "Yoo got to get me out of this." Ma gee beard Max pleading over Cargan's shoulder. "Keep still!" replied the mayor roughly. He was rending his copy of the Star with keen Interest now. "I've done your dirty work for years.' whined Max. "Who puts on tbe rub ber shoes and sneaks up dark alleys hunting votes among the garbage. while you do tbe Old Glory stunt on Main street? 1 do. You got to get me out of this. It may mean Jail. 1 couldn't stand that I'd die." A horrible parody of a man's rent fear was in bis face. The tnayor shook himself as though he would be rid forever of the coward banging on tus arm. "Hush up. can't you?" he said. "I'll see you through." "You got to." Lou Max walled. Miss Rhodes' story webt on to tell bow Hay den refused to phone tbe com bination: bow tbe mayor and Max dy namited the safe and secured tbe pre cious package, only to lose it In an other moment to a still different con tingent at tbe Inn; bow Hayden bad come, of- his suicide when he found that bis actions were in danger of ex posure "a bitter smile for Kendrick In tha't" reflected Magee and how finally, through a strange series of ac cidents, the money came into the bands of the writer for the Star. These accidents were not given in de tail. "An amusing feature of tbe whole affair." said Miss Evelyn Rhodes, "was the presence at tbe Inn of Mr. Wil liam Hallowell Magee. the New York writer of light fiction, who had come there to escape the distractions ot a great city,, and to .work in tbe soli- ii tie I K' .-ia jUtf ' , V y -V AUTHOR OF; s ' i . - .v;.; . V - '," . ' it' 1 tiw'.tij'Vi -t -'L-.v ltl& 'ti&A r 4 7 Life tmonj two fitted man It jack London's text, nd he sticks te it He tells of existence and of men ha has found them from the Beriu sea to the south sea islands. - C The axperiencea ef hi eharaeW. have been his own. That is wh makes them real men. Add to his contact with life and K capacity of keeping vivid imprt;, ef it a power to make hit readers raj with him and you catch hold ef ft secret of hit great power ever h4 readers. Few living men equal London it "getting down to fam." He hat the ability of making the word fit tht scene, of telling a ttory in a phraie, f revealing a life in a chapter. When you finish a London etory yea have lived with the characters. They are not men and women of ttraw, set up to fill out an idle hour. They are living, breathing, feeling, suffering, triumphant human beings. Jack London it only thirty-tight yeart old. In twenty yeart he hat crowded more real life than most men do in a long lifetime. Ho left college to go to the Klondike, and hie farewell to book school ws permanent, since men no hat learned hit leseont before the matt, in Japan, seal hunting in the arctic, tramping through the United States and Canada and as a war correspondent in th Russo-Japanese war. Thousands of men and women Hav heard him lecture and have felt aethty heard hit ttrong, tincert voice that they were listening to a real man among men. In "The Abysmal Brute" he hat cho sen a novel theme and handled it with an art that holds (the reader's interest from first word to "finis. 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I got them at the Harper House pharmacy and tbey restored my kidneys to a normal condition." For sale by 'all deaters. Price 50 crnta. Koster-Mllburn company. Bnf- fslo, N'. Y.. cole agcuts for the United States. Remember the nam Poan'a and take no other. (Advertisement.) tUiie. nijil u l:o iiiiiiiiU.'iSely on his :tr rival became involved in the surpris ing drumu of Baldpate." "I'm uu amusing feature.", reflected! Ma see. "Mr. Magee." continued Miss Rhodes, "will doubtless be uuc of the state's chief witnesses when the case against Cargan comes to trial, as will also Pro fessor Thaddeua Molt on. holder of the Craudall chair of comparative litem ture at Reuton university, and David Kendrick. formerly of the Suburban but who retired sis years aco to take up bis residence abroad. The latter two went to the inn to represent Prosecutor Drayton and made every effort la their power to secure ' the package of money from the reporter for title Star, not knowing ber connec tion with the afTair." "Well. Mr. Ma?ee?" asked. Professor Bolton, layinjr down the paper which he bad been perusing at n distan-e of about an inch from Lis nose. "Once again, professor." laughed Ma gee. "reporters have entered your life." The old man sighed. "You got to get me out of this." Max was still telling the mayor. "For God's sake." cried Cargan. "shut up and let me think!" He sat for a moment staring at one place, his face still lacking all emotion, but bis eyes a triMe narrower tban before. "You haven't got me yet'" he cried, standing up. "Ry the eternal. I'll light to the last ditch, and I'll win. I'll show Drayton he can't play this game on me. I'll show the Star. That dirty sheet has bounded me for years. I'll put it out of business. And I'll send the reformers bowling Into the alleys, sick of the fuss they started them selves." "Perhaps." said Professor Bolton, "but only after the fight of your life, Cargan." "I'm ready for It!" cried Cargan. "1 ain't down and out yet. But to think a woman a little bit of a girl 1 could have put in my pocket It's nil a big joke. I'll beat them. I'll show them. The games far from played out. I'll win. and if I don't" He. crumbled suddenly into his seat his eyes on that unpleasant line about "Prison Stripes For the Mayor." "If I don't." he stammered pitifully, "well, they sent iilm to an Island at the end. The reformers got Napoleon at the last. I won't be alone in that." At this unexpected sight of weak ness In his hero. Mr. Max set up m re newed babble of fenr at his side. The train was In the Reuton suburbs nnw At a neat little station It slowed down to a stop nnd a florid policeman en tered the smoking car. Cargau look ed up. "Hello. Dan. he said. His voice was lifeless; the oldtlme ring wa gone The pollcemau removed his helmet and shifted It nervously. "I taought I'd tell yon. Mr. Cargan. he said. "I thonght I'd warn yon. Yon'd better get off here. There's a tig crowd In the station at Ronton. They're waiting for you. sir; they've heard you're oa this train. Thin lvlnu newspaper. Mr. Cargan, it s been tell Ing tales I guess you know about that. There's a big mob. You better get oft bere, sir. aud go downtown mi h car." If the iiMghty Cargan had looked, limp and beaten for a moment be look ed that wy ho more. He aloud up and his head xeenied almost to toncn the ttMtf o? (lie car. Over that lil patrolman ho toweivd: his eyes were cold aud liurd aalu; bis lips curved In the smile or the master. "A nil why." he bellowed, "should I got off here? Tell mo that, Dan." "Well, sir." replied the embarrassed copper, "they're ugly. There's no UU.- "Did yeu hear what he said? A mob!" ins, what they might do. It's a bad mob. This newspaper has stirred 'cm up." t "Ugly, are they?" sneered Cargan. "Ever seen tho bunch I would go out of my way for. Dan?" "I meant It.'aJI right, sir,'.' said Dan ".Is a friend to a man who's been a friend to me. Xo, I never savr yon afraid of any bunch yet. but this" "This." replied Cargan. "is tne tame old bunch the same lily livered crowd that I've seen in the ttreetn since 1 laid the first pariug stone un der 'em myself iu DI-' ' Afraid of them? H ! I'd walk through an nt hill as senrpd as 1 would through that mob. Thanks for telling meDan. but Jim Cargan won't be In the mollycod dle class for a century or two yet." "Yes. sir." said the patrolman ad miringly. He turned out of the car. and the mayor turned to find Lou Max pale and fearful by his side. "What ails you now';" be asked. "I'm afraid:" cried Max. "Did yo hear what he said? A mob! I satr a mob once. Never again for roe!" H tried to smile to pass it off as a plena ant jest, but ho had to wet bus lips with his tongue before be could go o. "Come on. Jim. Get off here. Don't be a fool.' The train began to move. 'Get off yourself, you cowardr sneered Cargau. "Ob. I know you'. It doesn't take muh to make yonr stomach shrink. Get off!" Max eagerly seized bis hat and bsjT- "I will if you don't miud." lie said. "See you later at Charlie's." And in a flash of tawdry attire he was gonf. The mayor of Reuton no longer sat limp in his se;ir. That brief moment of seeming surrender wns put behind forever. He walked the aisle of the car. tire in bis eyes, buttle in his liw.rt. "So they're waiting lor tae. ehV he said aloud. "Waiting for Jim Car gan. Now. ain't it rie of them to come nnrt meet thir mavor?" tTo Be Continued Next WcdneslaM All the tews all tte time The Argus. We Want the Wage Earner. This Strontr P.ank is the banking home of the wajjc earner. A Savi ngs Account of $1.00 or more is welcome, and draws 4'.'' interest. The wacre earner finds a welcome here. Dank S o'clock. open this evening roin 7 to Rock Island Savings Bank Commercial Savings and Trust Departments Cor. 10th St and 3rd Ave. S. Cable, Pres. P. Hull, V.-Pret. Creenawalt. V.-P. W. G. Johnston. A.-Cash. A. J. LinJttrom, Ch I. J. Green, A.-Cah.