The Exploits of ElaineA Detective Novel and a Motion Picture Drama

By ARTHUR B. REEVEThe Well-Kmnon, Novelit and theCeater j Mbs "Craft Kennesp" Storm

eeseted is Caieradies Wilt the Pte Plnaers amd the Eldeedc m Compe

Coporight, 3914. bti 0 ar. Cmapa. AllU arlng Lghtsa Rosari..

SYNOPSIS.

The formation of a partnership as pro.fessor and aide In crime science betweeirCraig Kennedy. universlty chemistry pro-fessor, and Walter Jameson. newspapelman. is at once followed by their becom.Ing interested In a series of murders bya master criminal who leaves no otherclue to his identity than the sign manualof a "Clutching Hand." Elaine Dodge,whose father is one of the latest victimaOf the mysterious murderer, witnesseathe beginning of Kennedy's scientific in-Vestigatiun of the murder.

SECOND EPISODEThe "Twilight Sleep."

Kennedy had thrown himself wholeheartedly into the solution of the mys-terious Dodge case.

Far into the night, after the chal-lenge of the forged finger print, hecontinued at work, endeavoring to ex-tract a clue from the meager evi-dence-a bit of cloth and trace of poi-son already obtained from other cases.

We dropped around at the Dodgehouse the next morning. Early thoughit was, we found Elaine - trifle paler,but more lovely than ever, and PerryBennett. themselves vainly endeavornlag to solve the mystery of the Clutch-iag Hand.

They were at Dodge's desk, she inthe big desk chair, he standing besideher looking over some papers.

"There's nothing there," Bennettwas saying as we entered.

I could not help feeling that he wasgasing down at Elaine a bit more ten-derly than mere business warranted.

"Have you-found anything?" que-rtied Elaine anxiously, turning eagerlyto Kennedy.

"Nothing-yet," he answered, shak-ng his head, but conveying a quiet

Idea of confidence in his tone.Jast then Jennings, the butler, en-

tered, bringing the morning papers.Malne seizsed the Star and hastilyopidd it. On the first page was thestory I.had telephoned down very lateIn the hope of catching a last cityedlttlo

We all bent over and Craig readaloud:"CLUTCHING HAND"

BTILL AT LARGE

New York's Master ,Criminal RemainsUndetected-Perpetrates New Dar-fag Murder and Robbery on Mil-

onaire Dodge.

.He had scarcely finished readingthe brie but alaraing news story thatfollowed sad laid the paper on thedesk when a stone came smashingthrough the window from the street.

8tartled, we all Jumped to ourfeet. Craig hurried to the window.Not a soul was in sight!

He stooped and picked up the stone.To It was attached a piece of pa-per. Quickly he unfolded it andread:

"Craig Kennedy will give up hissearch for the 'Clutehing Hand'-ordie!-

Later I recalled that there seemedto be a slight noise downstairs, as ifat the cellar window, through whichthe masked man had entered thenight before.

In point of fact, one who had beenoutside at the time might actuallyhave seena a sinister face at that cel-lar window, but to us upstairs it wasinvisible. The face was that of theservant. MichaeL

Without another word Kennedypassed into the drawing room andtook his hat and coast Both Elaieand Bennett followed

"'m asraid I must ask you to ex-rse m--for the resent." Cri

alme Ieaked at thi anxiously."Yo•-re• wll..-ot let that letter

'ntlmindsteu.eu? she pleaded, laytng. ,• a•lt white hand on his arm. "Oh,

Mr. Kennedy," she added, bravelykeeping back the tears, "avenge him!All the moesy in the world would betoo lttle to pay-itf only-"

At the mere mention of money Ken-nedy's fac seemed to cload, but onlyfor a moment

"I'll try," he said simply.Elaine did not withdraw her hand

as she coamtinued to look ap at him."Miss Dodge" he went on, his voice

stuady, as though he were repressingsomething, "I will never take anothercase until the 'Clutching Hand' iscaptured."

The look of gratitude she gave himwould have osen a princely reward

It was some time after these eventsthat Knnedy, reconstructing whathad happened, ran across, o a atrangeway which I need not tire the readerby telling, a Doctor Haynes, head ofthe Billside Sanltarlim for Women,whose story I shah relate substan-tiny u we reeelved it from his ownlips:

It must have been that same night adistingualshed visiltor drove at in a cabto our Hillside sanitarium, rang thebell and was admitted to my olce

I am. by the way, the superlntendlngphysician. and that night I was sttingwith Doctor Thompson, my assistant,in the olce discussing a rather Inter-e

WHEN PRIESTS WORE BEARDSIn Analent Tlme It Was a General

Cutom., Though New TheyAre Seldom Seen.

In anelent times tt wuas the eaustom <for all p)iests to wear beards, and this irmasned a practice until the days ot,Nes and when Rome was in thelheight of her glory and power. As theRomas wore no beards, or only very Iarbly, the prsets discontinued thewera the •baru. Thee is a trn l

esting case, when an attendant camein with a card and handed it to me. IIread simply, "Dr. Ludwig Reinstrom,s Coblenz."."r "Here's that Doctor Reinstrom,

y Thompson, about whom my friend li>r Germany wrote the other day," I re

marked, nodding to the attendant toa admit Doctor Reinstrom.

I might explain that while I wasabroad some time ago I made a par-ticular study of the "Daemmerschlaf"-otherwise, the "twilight sleep"-atFreiburg where it was developed, andat other places in Germany where the.subject had attracted great attention.

. I was much impressed and had im-ported the treatment to Hillside.1- While we waited I reached into my

e desk and drew out the letter to whichI referred, which ended, I recall:

"As Doctor Reinstrom is in Amer-I ica, he will probably call on you. Iam sure you will be glad to know him.

e "With kindesVregards, I am,"Fraternally yours,

EMIL SCHWARZ, M. D.,"Director, Leipsic Institute of Medi-

cine.""Most happy to meet you, Doctor

Reinstrom," I greeted the new arrival,as he entered our office.

For several minutes we sat andchatted of things medical here andabroad.

"What is it, doctor," I asked finally,S"that interests you most in America?"'"Oh," he replied quickly with an ex-

pressive gesture, "it is the broadmindedness with which you adopt the bestfrom all over the world, regardless ofprejudice. For instance, I am verymuch interested in the new 'twilightt sleep.' Of course, you have borrowed

it largely from us, but It interests meto see whether you have modified itwith practice. In fact, I have come toHillside sanitarium particularly to seeit used. Perhaps we may learn something from you."

It was most gracious, and both Doc-tor Thompson and myself wereI charmed by our visitor. I reached overand touched a call button and ourhead nurse entered from I rear room.

"Are there any operations going onnow?" I asked.

She looked mechanically at herwatch. "Yes, there are two cases, now,I think," she answered.-

"Would you like to follow our tech-nique?" I asked, turning to DoctorReihstrom.

"I should be delighted," he acqu-esced.

A moment later we passed down thecorridor of the sanitarium, still chat-ting. At the door of a ward I spoketo the attendant, who indicated that apatient was about to be anesthetized,and Doctor Reinstrom and I enteredthe room.

There, in perfect quiet, which is anessential part of the treatment, wereseveral woman patients lying in bedin the ward. Before us two nurses anda doctor were in attendance on one

I spoke to the doctor, DoctorHolmes, by the way, who bowed polite-ly to the distinguished Doctor Rein-strom, then turned quickly to his work.

"Miss Bears," he asked of one of thenurses, "will you bring me that hypo-dermic needle?"

"You will see, Doctor Reinstrom," Iinjected in a low tone, "that we followin the main your Frelburg treatment.We use scopolamin and narkophin."

I held up the bottle, as I said it, arather peculiar shaped bottle, too.

"And the pain?" he asked."Practically the same as in your ex-

perience abroad. We do not renderthe patient unconscious, but preventher from rememberin anything thatgoes on."

Doctor Holmes, the attending physi-clan, was just starting the treatmentFilling his hypodermic, he selected aspot on the patient's arm where ithad been scrubbed and sterilized, andinjected the narcotic.

"And you say they have no recol-lection of anything that happens?"asked Reanstrom.

"Absolutely none--if the treatmentis given properly," I replied, con-fldently.

"Wondertfl!" ejaeculated Reinstromuas we left the room.

Now comes the strange part of mystory. After Reinstrom had gone, Doo-tor Holmes, the attending physicianof the woman whom he had seen anes-thetised, missed his syringe and thebottle of scopolamin.

Holmes, Miss Sears and Miss 8ternall hunted, but it could not be found.Others had to be procured.

I thought little of it at the time, butsince then it has occurred to me thatit might interest you. Professor Ken-nedy, and I give it to you for what itma; be worth.

It was early the next morning that Iawoke to find Kennedy already ap andgone from our apartment I haknew hemust be at the laboratory, sad, gather.ing the mail, which the postman hadjust slipped through the letter slot, Iwent over to the universitty to see himAs 1 looked over the letters to euBout my own one in a woman's bhand-writintg on attractive note paper ad-dressed to him canght my eye.

dition that the Romans in a time ofwar eoace shaved the beard of 8t Peoter, but nothtng authentic is knownconcertnins this

Several hundred years lates, whenthe Germale and Tentmale hordescame down from Germanu and over-raa Rome and Italy, they brmught thecustom of the beard back among theclergy, and this romalned the customfor several eentrie. FInally, withthe advent of the present high stateof ilvisatlon and the general euste

o not wearin beaur•s, the elery al.

As I came up the path to the che•stry building I saw through the win,

dow that, in spite of his getting thereearly, he was finding it dimcult to keephis mind on his work. It was the firsttime I had ever known anything tointerfere with science in his life.

"Well." I exclaimed as I entered,"yon are the early bird. Did you haveany breakfast?"

I tossed dowd the letters. He didnot reply. So I became absorbed inthe morning paper. Still, I did notneglect to watch him covertly out ofthe corner of my eye. Quickly he ranover the letters, instead of takingthem, one by one, in his usual method-ical way. I quite complimented mysuperior acumen. He selected thedainty note.

A moment Craig looked at it In an-ticipation, then tore it open 'eagerly.I was still watching his face over thetop of the paper and was surprised tosee that It showed, first, amazement,then pain, as though something hadhurt him.

He read it again-then lookedstraight ahead, as if in a daze.

Suddenly he Jumped up, bringing histightly clenched fist down with a loudclap into the palm of his hand.

"By heaven!" he exclaimed, "I-Iwill!"

He strode hastily to the telephone.Almost angrily he seised the receiverand asked for a number.

"Wh-what's the matter, Craig!" Iblurted out eagerly.

As he waited for the number, hethrew the letter over to me. I tookit and read:"Professor Craig Kennedy,

"The University, The Heights, City."Dear Sir:

"I have come to the conElusion thatyour work is a hindrance rather thanan assistance in clearing up myfather's death, and I hereby beg tostate that your services are no longerrequired. This is a final decision, andI beg that you will not try to see meagain regarding the matter.

"Very truly yours,"ELAINE DODGE."

If it had been a bomb I could nothave been more surprised.

I could not make it out.Kennedy impatiently worked the re

ceiver up and down, repeating thenumber. "Hello-hello," he repeated."Yes-hello. Is Miss-oh-good morn-ing, Miss Dodge."

He was hurrying along as if to giveher no chance to cut him off. "I havejust received a letter, Miss Dodge, tell-

r.

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There Were Maunk ef a Jimmy en the Window.

tag me that you don't want me to cam-tinue investigting your father's death,and not to try to see you againabout-"

He stopped. I could hear the reply."Why-no-Mr. Kennedy, I have

written you no letter."The look of mintled relief and I•r-

prise that crossed Craig's face spokevolumes.

"Miss Dodge," he almost shouted."this is a new trick of the 'ClutchingHand.' I-I'll be right over."

Craig hung up the reeclver andturned from the telephone. Evidentlyhe was thinking deeply. Suddenly hisface seemed to light up. He made uphis mind to something, and a momentlater he opened the cabinet-that in-exhaustible storehouse from which heseemed to draw weird and curious i•nstruments that met the ever new problems which his strange professionbrought to him.

I watched curiously. He took out abottle and what looked like a littlehypodermic syringe, thrust them intohis pocket and, for once, oblivious tomy very existence, deliberately walkedout of the laboratory.

I did not propose to be thus cava-lierly dismissed. I suppose It wouldhave looked ridiculous to a third par-ty, but I followed him as hastily as ifhe had tried to shut the door on hisown shadow.

We arrived at the corner above theDodge house Just in time to see anoth-er visitor-Bennett-enter.

"And, Perry," we heard Blaine say,as we were ushered tin, "someone haseven forged my name-the handwrit-ing and everything--teling Mr. Ken-nedy to drop the case-and I neverknew."

She stopped as we entered."That's the limit!" exclaimed Dn-.

most to a unlt have refused to wearthem.

There is no direct command to thecontrary, but special permission isgranted to those who for some reason wish 4 wear one. Several difer-at orders still wear them, who have

numerous parishes over the Unite4States.-Pittsabrsh Catholic.

Great Sailer's Superstite•Nelson. the Englis naval here, at

was earried a horseshoe with hie`Into battle

nett. "Miss Dodge has Just been tell-iag me-"

"Yes," interrupted Craig. lookMiss Dodge, this is it"

He handed her the letter. Sbe al-most seized it, examlning it carefully,her large eyes opening wider in won-deit

"This id certainly my writing andmy note paper," she murmured. "butI never wrote the letter!"

Craig looked from the letter to herkeenly. No one said a word. Fora moment Kennedy hesitated, think-ing.

"Might I-er-see your room, MissDodge?" he asked at length.

"Why, certainly," nodded Elaine, asshe lead the way upstairs.

It was a dainty little room, breath-ing the spirit of its mistress. In fact,it seemed a sort of profanity as weall followed in after her. For a mo-ment Kennedy stood still, then hecarefully looked about At the sideof the bed, near the head, he stoopedand picked up something which heheld in the palm of his hand. Ibent over. Something gleamed in themorning sunshine-some little thinpieces of glass. As he tried deftly tofit the tiny little bits together -heseemed absorbed in thought. Quick-ly he raised it to his nose, as It tosmell it.

"Ethyl chloride!" he muttered,wrapping the pieces carefully in apaper and putting them inside hispocket.

An instant later be crossed theroom to the window and examined it.

"Look!" he exclaimed.There, plainly, were marks of a

jimmy which had been inserted nearthe lock 4 pry it open.

"Miss Dodge," he asked, "might I-might I trouble you to let me seeyour arm?"

Wonderingly she did so, and Ken-nedy bent almost reverently overher plump arm examining it.

On it was a small dark discoloral 1tion, around which was a slight, red-ness and tenderness.

"That," he said slowly, "is themark of a hypodermic needle." 1

As he finished examining Elaine'sarm he drew the letter from his pock- Iet Still facing her he said in a lowtone, "Miss Dodge-you did write thisletter-but under the influence of the ,new twilight sleep.'" '

"Why, Craig," I exclaimed excited-.ly, "what do you mean?" ]

"Exactly what I say. With MissDodge's permission I shall show you. I

. By a small administration of the drug.which will injure you tn no way, issa Dodge, I think I can bring back the

memory of all that occurred to goup. last night. Will you allow me?"

* "Mercy, no!" protested her Aunt Jo-sephine, who had entered the room.F "I waht the experiment to be tried,"

e Elaine said quietly.

A moment eater Kennedy had placedL her on a couch in the corner of the

g room."Now, Mrs. Dodge." he said, "pleased bring me a basin and a toweL"

y Aunt Josephine, reconciled, brought' them. Kennedy dropped an antislp.P tic tablet into the water and earetully sterilized Elaine's arm Just abovethe spot where the red mark sowed.SThea he drew the hypodermic fromi his pocket-carefully sterilised it,also, and filling it with scopoldainfrom the bottle.

'Just a moment, Miss Dodge," heencouraged, as he Jabbed the needleinto her arm.

She did not wince.* "Please le back on the couch,' he

directed. Then turning to aus he add-ed, "It takes some time for this towork. Our criminal got over this factand prevented an outcry by usingf ethyl chloride first. Let me rcon-

str•ct the scene."As we watched Elaine going under

s sowly Craig talked."That ight, he said, "warily, the

masked criminal of the 'ClutchingHand,' beat over, his arm crooked,s might have been seen down below us

in the ally. Up here, Miss Dodge,worn out by the strain of her fathersr death, let us say. was nervously try.

nta to read, to do anything that wouldtake her mind off the tragedy. Per-haps she fll asleep.

HOME RULE IN ISLE OF MANSmal Det O English Ceaest is Nt!

subjjet bt Laws or BriishParlament.

The decaeIs of the Mans haouse ofSkeys not to raise the duties eo beerand tea serves to remind her Englishneighbore that the Isle o Man has .code et laws entirely its own. The Itland has never beeh rled by the lawsof ngland, nd although parliamestreserves the right to mahe any Jm.

I. "Just thee the 'Clutchinga Hand sa

peared. He came stealthily throughk that window, which he had openea. A

moment he hesitated, seing lBlaine1- aleep. Them he tiptoed over to the

F. bed, let as say, and for a moment-I looked at tier, sleeping.

A second later he had thrust hisd hand into his pocket and had taken outit a small glass bulb with a long thin

neck. That was ethyl chloride--ir drug which produces a quick anesthe-ir s. But it lasts only a minute or two.

t- That was enough. As he broke the

glass neck of the bulb-letting theU pieces fall on the floor near the bed-

he shoved the thing under Elaine'sSface, turning his own head away and

holding a handkerchief over his owns- nose. The mere heat of his hand ist, enough to cause the ethyl chloride to

e spray out and overcome her instantly.} He steps away from her a moment and

e replaces the now empty vial in hise pocket.d "Then he took a box from his pocket,

e opened It. There maut have been aI syringe and a bottle of scopolamin.e Where they came from 1 do not know,n but perhaps from some hospital. I

o shall have to find that out later. He

e went to Elaine, quickly Jabbing the'- needle, with no resistance from her0 now. Slowly he replaced the bottle

and the needle in his pocket. Hei. could not have been in any hurry now,a for it takes time for the drug to

a work."

Kennedy paused. Had we known ate the time, Michael-he of a sinister

L face-must have been in the hallway

that night, careful that no one sawA him. A tap at the door and ther "Clutchlng Hand" must have beckoned

him. A moment's parley and they sepSarated-"Clutching Hand" going backs to Elaine, who was now under the in-

faence of the second drug." "Our criminal," resumed Kennedy

r thoughtfully, "may have shaken

Elaine. She did not answer. Then heL' may have partly revived her. SheI- must have been startled. 'Clutching

Hand,' perhaps, was half crouching,s with a big ugly blue steel revolver

leveled full in her face.s "'One word and I shoot!' he prob.

L. ably cried 'Get up!'

r "Trembling, she must have done sos 'Your slippers and a kimono, hee would naturally have ordered. She

put them on mechanically. Then heI. must have ordered her to go out ofthe door and down the stairs. 'Clutch-* ing Hand' must have followed, and as

I he did so he would have cautiously iutout the lights."

We were following, spellbound, Ken-nedy's graphic reconstruction of whatmust have happened. Evidently hehad struck close to the truth. Elaine'seyes were closed. Gently Kennedy ledher along. "Now, Miss Dodge," he en.ouraged, "try-try hard to recollect

Just what it was that happened lastnight-everything."

As Kennedy paused after his quick-ecital, she seemed to tremble all over.Slowly she began to speak. We stoodawestruck. Kennedy had been right!

The girl was now living over againthose minutes that had been forgot.ten-blotted out by the dtag.

And It was all real to her, too-terrlbly real. She was speaking, plainlyin terror.

"I see a man--oh, such a figure-with a mask He holds a gun in myace--he threatens me. I put on my

kimono and slippers, as he tells me.I am in a dase. I know what I amdoing-and I don't know. I go outwith him; downstairs, into the library."

Elaine shuddered again at the recol-lection. "Ugh! The room is dark,the room where he killed my father.Moonlight outside streams in. Thismasked man and I come in. Heswitches on the lights.

"'Go to the safe,', he says, and Ido it-the new safe, you know. 'Do

me. "Yes,' I reply, too trightened tosay no.

"'Open it tjen,' he says, waving thatawful revolver closer. I do so. Hast-ily he rammages through it, throwingpapers here and there. But he seemsnot to fnd what he is ater and turnsaway, swearing fearfully.

"'Hang it!' he cries at a" 'Whereelse did youar father keep papers? Ipoint in desperation at the desk. Hetakes one last look at the sate, shovesall the papers he has strewsn on thefloor back again and slams the safeshuat

"'Now, come on, he says, indicatingwith the gun that he wants me to fol-low him away from the safe. At thedesk he repeats the search. But hefinds noting. Almost I think he isabout to kill me. 'Where else did youarfather keep papers? he hisses aereely,still threatenit me with the saun.

"I am too trlighteed to speak. Butat last I am able to say, 'I-I don'tknow!' Again he threatems me. 'AsGod is my Jadge,' i cry, 'I don't know."It is fearfal Will he shoot me?

"Thank heaven! At last he believesmie. But such a look of folled fury Ihave never seen on any haman faceboforka

"'8it down!' he growls, addnllg, 'atthe deask.' Ido.

""Take some of yoar note paper-the best.' I do that, too.

"'And a pen,' he goes ea. My fin-gers can hardly bhold it.

"'Now-write!' he says, and as hedictates, I write"-

"This?" iaterJeted Keanedy, eagely holdlang up the letter that he hadreceived from her.

alne looked it over with her dregladen eyes. "Yes," she nodded, thelapsed aga to the see #itmel "Hereads It over, and as he does so sys,'Now, address a envelope. Hiselfhe ibolds the ltter, mas the evelop ,stamps it, sad drops tt into his paket,hastily straighteaag the desk.

"'Now. go ahead of me--eagan.

peal meatmet appieable to the Isle iof Man, th privilege isa seldom or maver 1emereied without e altaWf 'withIthe Max pa-o Thes happy ilaeran have no armed forees to malntanh,no taenaom tax, death, estate, o: stampduties to pay, and their estems duearela nmost eases on a lower saleIthan the Dnited HKiag d

tManween. w too, ha spelau l privi Eleges y emale adult, widow e.spb the Isle et Man, wheathershe i ownre, oeaprer lodger, bas aa vete fer the hoese et kes eleetlee. I

- Lear~ the room-m-o, by the ballh door. We are o back apetalrs.

I A obey him. sad at the dor hea switches of the lglhs. How I stands it I dc not know. so upsetairs met chanically Into my own room-I and

this masked man.a "'Take off the kimono and slhpt pers!' he orders I do that. Get intoa bed!' h growls. I crawl In tearfully.

a For a moment he looks about-then-goes out-with a look back as he.goes. Oh! Oh! That hand-which

a he rnsles at me-THAT HAND!'a The poor girl was sitting bolt up- right, staring straight at the hball

a door, a we watched and listened.I fuadnated,a Kennedy was bendlng over, sooth.sIng her. She gave evidence of com-Slagn out from the effect of the drug.

I noticed that Bennett had msdt denly moved a step in the direction

a of the door at which she stared."By heavens!" h muttered, star

lag, too. "Look!"a We did look. A letter was slowly

being inserted under the door.I took a quick step forward. ThatI moment I felt a rough tag at my

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"I've Get Him, Kennedyl"

arm and a voice whispered:" "Wait,you champ!"

It was Kennedy. He had whippedout his automatic and had caretullyleveled it at the door. Before he couldfire, however, Bennett had rushedahead.

I followed. We looked down thehall. Sure enough, the agure o aman could be seen disappearingaround an angle. 1 followed Ben-nett out of the door and down thehall

Words cannot keep pace with whatfollowed Together We rushed theback stairs.

"Down there, while 1 go down thefront!" cried Bennett

I went down, sad he turned sadwent down the other fight As he didso Craig followed him.

Suddenly, In the drawint room 1bumped nto a figure on the other sideof the portieres. I selsed him.We strugglted. Rpt The portSereecame down, covering mea tl•e y.Over sad over we west, smasig alamp. It was viioous. Another manattacked me, too.

"Itve got him-Kennedy!" 1 hearda voice pant over ma

A scream followed from Aunt Jo-sephine. Suddely the prteres were Ipulled off me."The deluc?" puabed Kenedy. "It's

Bennett bad rushd plump intoome, comin tbhe ther wary. hiddem

by the partleresIf we had known at the time, laour

Michael of t~e sinster aee hadgained the lbry ad was standiin the enter of tke room. He hadI heard me coaemtng and had fld to thedrawing room. As we fnished ourstruggle tn the Ilbrary e rose hastilyfrom ekand the divan tin the therroom, whmre h bad droppe4, and hadquietly ad hastily disappearedthrough anothe door.

laughng and breathing hard, tSeyhelped me to my fat. It was anoJoke to me I wasu sare in every

"Well, where did he gor" lsIsteBennett

"I don't know-perhaps back there"aI el.Beaett ad I argued a monmet,

them started and stoppd shbora. AntJosephine had run downstaitr adwasu now shortn -the etter IntoCrisgl' hands.

We gathered about him curiously.He opened it. On t was that swesmoe Clutchtns Had agait.

Kenedy read It. Por a momeathe stood and studled It, them slowlycrushed It In his had.

Juqt then ate, pale ad shakesfrom the ordeal she had volutarilygone through, berst tn upo as bhmupstairs. Withoat a word she ad-vaned to Craig ad took th kletter

UInsid, as a the envelope, was gthat same slgmatare of the Clutehing *

Ha gase at It, t leyed, them bat Craig. Craigs milingly reased for *the note, took it, foed it, u am

onmerne•ly thrust it lto his po•e•t."My ort!" e r aid, drlasprg her

a ends convulsively, and repeatthe aworr of te letter. "YOUR LAST aWABNINO!"

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Swho comeo."" "No; leave out the lunch. Let 'emA feel how it Is to be hungry. Th 'l

appreciate the situation better." =-ase city Journal.

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Sthus putting himel en rapport with

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other tt r t are b lauMellow.S With an audble sigh ofrtelief, the

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dtr told her he mset give upL

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