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8 THE SUNDAY OIJEGOXIAX, PORTLAND, DECE3IBER 2. 1917. av3 xi AaXiBDraCx VHt 3 xa Katharine Green. 11 J V (Copyright Reserved, Paramount Pic tures Corporation). THE FLIGHT OF THE Fl'RY. Episode Tit. 6. FOR a. moment Tommy Hale, as .he lay in the wreckage of the cellar of the warehouse in, which he had been held a prisoner by The Twisted Thread, could not realize the signifi cance of the tottering beam that hov ered above him and Atmea Villon. He could see that it was about to come crashing down; in some odd fashion he did. understand, did apprehend, that it bore the threat. Indeed, the certainty, of death, to him and the girl who had risked her life to come to his aid. But he was still hazy; his mind was not yet adjusted to the comprehension of things seen and heard. Then, sud denly, he was aroused. He made a mighty effort. Just in time he freed himself from the debris that held him down and began .to pull at Aimee's shoulders. Then he saw that a heavy beam had fallen across her feet; he nulled at It desperately. And, Just before the great mass from above crashed down, he re leased her she was covered with the new dust caused by the descent of the tveam. But it had missed her. If only ty tncnes. And, exhausted by his ef fort, he collapsed again, and lav still. Some time later he stirred again, and roused himself. Aimee lay still beside him, breathing heavily; a sudden panto gripped him. She might be she-must be! badly hurt. And he was lying mere supine, instead or straining1 everr nerve, making every effort to carry her to safety outside to reach, with her, a place where she might have care. tne meaicai attention that was vitally necessary, as she could see. He pulled himself to his feet; discovered that, though he was stiff and sore, though every bone and muscle in his body pro tested against the imposition of any movement, he was, uninjured. He groped about In the darkness of the cellar, trying to find some means of egress. There wan only the faintest light. But it was enough to show him that escape by means of the stairs down which he had been carried as a pris oner was blocked. The stairs had been smashed to pieces in the explosion that had wrecked the building; indeed, the whole street floor perhaps the whole house seemed to have crashed down into the cellar. As he moved about he had to climb over heaps of debris. But at last he spied another way out. Pick ing up Aimee he shouldered her, and began to make his way, slowly and painfully, up an incline formed by heaps of masonry and rubble that led to a sort of trench, exposed to his view by the destruction of the blast. The going was hard and painful. He had to stop often to rest. But he was making progress; he guessed that the explosion had opened a way into the ditch that was being dug for the new subway. Indeed, as he advanced, he could hear noises from the streets: the sounds made by workingmen outside, who might well, he guessed, be striving desperately to clear away the wreck ace to see if any living victims of the explosion remained, and, if there was none, to find what bodies might lie hid den in the ruins. He could guess his father's anguish the desperate efforts he must be making to solve the riddle of the fate of his son and ward, who must be, in his eyes, the victim of the strange and terrifying attack that was being made upon him by The Twisted Thread. But Just as he thought he was about to win through Tommy came to an ob stacle too great for him to conquer. Before him loomed a solid pile of ma sonry and shattered brick not to be scaled, not to be penetrated, except with the aid of tools stronger than his bare hands. So great was the reaction from the hope he had experienced that Tommy, for a minute, was unable to conceive of going back and making another at tempt in a different direction. He sat down and abandoned himself, for the first time, to despair. And that moment of surrender saved him. Through the wall that barred his way he heard a sound of hammering. And then two voices: "No use, Jim! There can't be any one in there! Better chuck it and try somewhere else, hadn't we?" "Pure, we're Just waiting time here!" -N'o, no keep on help we're here!" Tommy screamed, at the top of his lungs. And with his bare hands he began beating against the wall. For a moment there was silence on the other side. It might have been a silence due to stark amazement it might have meant. that the rescuers, suiting their actions to their words, had already gone on to join men working else where. But in a moment a shout came In answer to Tommy's call. "All right we heard you! "We'll get you hold on till wo come! "W'e won't ho long, now that we know you're there!" "Hurry, there's aslrl here who's been -ad.ly hurt!" But there was no answer- save the ring of picks and) the ripping and tear ing of crowbars thrpugh the rubble. As if he could really help Tommy worked, with his bare hands but not for long. For soon, incrediblv soon. really age-long as the time seemed to Tommy, a pick came through within a minute there was opened an aperture wide enough to permit Tommy to hand Aimee's unconscious form through to the hands waiting eagerly to receive her. Then he was dragged . through himself, and in a minute he was fol lowing the men. who carried Almee to the street. His father, tears in his eyes, was waiting; the police were formed in line to keep back the curious crowd. lAt tho curb-an. ambulance waited, and a white-coated) surgeon made a swift and curspry examination of Aimee. "We'll rush her to the hospital I can't teLl here Just what's the matter," ho said. "It may be simply a shock or there may be some internal injury." "Isn't it possible for her to be as well cared) for at home as in a hospital?" asked Graham Hale. "I want to get her back under my roof " ' "AH right." said the surgeon, nod ding.1 "We'll run her out in the am bulance for you although it's not strictly according to regulations. Still. I think we can. stretch a point in this case." Tommy Hale and Ms father made the trip in. the ambulance with Aimee. She lay, white and. still, pitifully frail. And the surgeon, looking at her, shook, his head. "I don't know," ho said. "It looks to me as if she had succumbed, to a sort pf cumulative, attack upon her nerves. But I really can't say a thing. "Vou'll have your own doctor ready." "I telephoned to him to go direct to the house," said Hale. "It's Dr. O'Con nor " , "You couldn't have a better man," salfl the surgeon, nodding emphatically. ::He's first-class in every way. Well I hope she'll be all right. She may come out of this condition perfectly well except for her exhaustion. You can't tell. But an examination will soon tell the story. I couldn't make it back there, of course." Tommy himself was almost ex hausted. Coming on top of his desper ate struggle and his miraculous escape from death under the water, his experi ence in the explosion, had nearly fin ished him. But he was kept up by his anxiety about Aimee. The ambulance was driven as fast as consideration. 1 or-4hei patient -would, -al- X' ' i it low, its bell clearing all traffic away before it. And it was not long before Graham Hale's home was reached. Dr. O'Connor was waiting', and. with him, in a pitiable condition of anxiety, was Hugo WaldX Aimee's tutor, whp had cared for her in. the interval between her father's death, abroad, and. her safe delivery into the hands of Graham Hale, who had, in. fulfillment of her father's dying wish, assumed the care of the girl and. her fortune. Tommy stared curiously at . Wald. Even in his own tense state he was able to observe the other man. Ami Wald's actions confirmed a suspicion Tpmmjr had been, entertaining with in creasing strength for some time. The man was in love with, Almee. His eyes. his trembling hands, his face, working nervously as he staredi at her limp form being carried; up the steps, all spoke eloquently for his repressed passion. "How did this happen?" he asked Tommy, his voice hoarse. Tommy shrugged his shoulders. "I'll try to explain it all later." he said. "Just now I want to hear what Pr. O'Cpnnor has to say about Almee. I can't talk until I know the verdict." There was a time of anxious waiting. At last Dr. O'Connor, looking grave and deeply concerned, came down to the library, where Tommy, hiafather, and Wald were waiting. "I'm not prepared to be very defi nite," said the doctor. "Miss Villon is in a coma. It may be simply sheer nervous exhaustion. , But what I fear is some brain lesion. It is impossible t,o give a final verdict tonight. She must be kept absolutely quiet she must 'be guarded- against any shock. When she regains consciousness, as she may do at any moment, even though for the briefest flash, nothing nrvust dis-. turb her or trouble her." "Her maid is devoted to her," said Mr. Hale. "She will see to it that everything is done as you wish." "Good! I think yes, on the whole, I shall ask you to put me up for the night. The case is obscure. I shall feel more at "ease If I am close at hand in the event of any sudden change. You understand it may be that I am tak ing the whole case much more serious ly than the facts warrant me ini doing. But I prefer to be over-cautious " "By all means," said Mr. Hale. "Tom my will you see that they make ar rangements to make Dr. O'Connor com fortable for the night? Tell them to make a room ready as near Aimee's as possible." Wald paced the room nervously. And Dr. O'Connor, looking at Graham Hale, frowned. "You don't look any too fit your self," he said. "I think it's a good thing I'm here. I'll have a look, at you, too. I think I told you three months ago that you'd have to begin to take things more easily, didn't I? You're not so young as you were. I don't ad vise any abrupt breaking off of work and any sudden change in habits of long standing1 that has killed a great many American men of affairs. But there's a happy medium between that sort of thing and the way in which a lpt of you big business men work your selves into your graves."- "It's not business that's been worry ing me of late, doctor," said Graham Hale. He sighed. "This my ward's condition is not the result of an. accl dent." The doctor looked up, startled. "I might as well tell you the story,' said Mr. Hale. " And he did. He recited, calling upon Hugo Wald for help from time to time, the series of events that had shattered the peace of his household since the arrival of Aimee Villon, from abroad. "For years this organization. The Twisted Thread, has threatened me," he said. "I took its threats as a Joke at first, tvery rich man becomes accus tomed to the receipt of threats and let ters hinting at blackmail. But, grad ually, the persistence of these particu lar threats and warnings got on my nerves. "And then, on the very day that my ward arrived from abroad, a new note was struck. The warnings had. been vague for years. On that day I was warned that the first blow was immi nent. It was not conditional. No way was pointed out in which I might avert it no demand was made. And that night my vault, in the basement of this house, was blown open and valuable papers were stolen. An attempt was made to carry off Miss- Villon. At tempts have been made on my son s life. My submarine Invention has been turned to the account of this gang of desperadoes in his effort to defeat them my sod was caught, and only a I" f - j el K miracle defeated their attempt to mur der him. "It seems that it is not my life they seek. They might have killed me a dozen times, I suppose. They prefer to try to deprive men of my reason to make my life hell upon earth. They mark down for their vengeance, with their damnable symbol, everyone near and dear to me. They want to convince those about me that I must be shunned that it is as dangerous to have deal ings with me as with a leper! O'Connor how long can aman stand such a strain?" His voice rose. Wald looked at him curiously; the doctor's eyes were grave, and full of a deep concern. "Steady, Mr. Hale," he said. "You're playing into their hands, if you've stat ed their purpose correctly. Keep a grip on yourself. No one is solng to shun you or, if they do, you're to be con gratulated on discovering them in their true colors. The way to save your reason is to fight back at them to de termine that you won't allow yourself to be driven into the mental state they are trying to induce in you." "I believe it is a blackmailing scheme, in spite bf 'all the appearances to the contrary," said Wald, interrupt ing. "These people realized that you weren't the man, Mr. Hale, to yield to any ordinary attack. And they may have decided that it was better, from their point of view, to reduce you to a condition in which you would be dis posed to accept any terms with them at all." "Do you know of any reason for such a malicious pursuit?" asked the doctor. "Have you any enemy sufficiently vin dictive to explain the activity of this gang? I didn t know I had an enemy in the world until this began," cried Graham Hale. "So far as I know, I've played fair all my life! No I can't think of a soul who could have any reason, real or fancied, for hounding me in this way." If you wish to go up to your room now. it is ready, doctor," said Tommy, returning. "Thanks I will, he answered. And when he went out Wald, too, retired. 1 t i ' ' ,i.r!isrZ??.rrr.i.:r?y-:-:.'-i-- .... - v ' WOMEN HELP AMERICA IN GREAT WAR; MISS ' ANTOINETTE FUNK AIDS IN LOAN CAMPAIGN Miss Sarame Reynolds, Virginia Beauty, Chosen Because of Her Dramatic Soprano Voice and Her Typical Rep ' resentation of American Womanhood, Sings "Star-Spangled Banner at Boston Grand Opera Performances. m. ig. on-.. - .. . vaaa 1 J v v'C ) I I'V J-f 'W J . n J I i Warts O-f Jr-Sszc-& 7bacAxrzr. jYSse S&S'&ZJ7& JPeyj-racs. Youngest Coo? of JCaj'se: A STRIKING example of the value of women in helping Amer ica in the great war is Miss Antoinette Funk, a member of the woman's committee of the Coun cil of National Defense. She is executive vice-chairman of the woman's liberty loan committee, of which Mrs. McAdoo is the chairman. She was asked to take the post by Secretary McAdoo, because of her powers of log ical appeal, her ability as a speaker and her untiring activity in any work connected with the great cause for which America is fighting.. Miss Sarame Raynolds, the new 0 t V 4 ' 4- ; Graham Hale, disturbed in mind, too nervous to think of sleep, stayed be hind He was surprised, soon, to hear a car drive up outside; in a few minutes Tommy came in with two men Mr. Hale had seen before representatives of a detective agency which had done a great deal of work for him. "Good evening, Mr. Donovan." he said to one. of them. "This is rather a belated visit but if you bring news you are more than welcome!" "I think I do." said Donovan. "As you know, I was disposed, from the first, to take The Twisted Thread more seriously than the police or some of the older agencies. Well I have con firmation of my Judgment now!" "I think recent events have furnished a very ample and sinister confirma tion!" said Mr. Hale. "Yes but I have something more. I have a cable message from the Chief Inspector at Scotland Yard, in London. He acted upon a hint I was able to give him and Scotland Yard has been trying to run down the movements of a wom an in "London who may prove to be the secret leader of the whole movement." "You mean the jnay be the Number One who has been referred to in the latest warnings and threats?" "As to that I don't know. No I think not, on the whole. I think. Num ber One Is a recent arrival coming, perhaps, direct" from headquarters abroad. Number One, I should say, must be a sort of executive head for the active conspirators. I think it will turn out that the identity of Number One is as much a mystery to the gang sters themselves as to us. That would be in line with the practice of some of the secret criminal, groups in Europe particularly in Russia and Italy And The Twisted Thread has taken some of those societies as Its pattern." "Do you think It is connected with any of them?" "Hardly. Their history Is usually that of an organization formed. In the beginning, for some good purpose. Sometimes revolutionary groups, in an oppressed country, formed a society pledged to the destruction of tyranny. The charter members are, -as a rule. beauty, will sing "The Star-Spangled Banner" at each performance of the Boston Grand Opera Company this season. It is an honor for which she is peculiarily fitted, as she is descended from American forebears of distinction in political, financial and social life in Virginia for generations. Her paternal ancestor, Geoffrey Raynolds, settled in Richmond County, Virginia, in 1666, coming to America with others from London to escape the plague. Miss Raynolds was chosen by the Grand Opera Company to Sing "The Star Spangled Banner," not only on account of her dramatic and beautiful soprano "4 C.:'. As -;v.. , On K:.w;v. ' - . ' y . ' . vNN J If 7Wt i To"!" ) earnest, sincere patriots. Then self seeking adventurers come in, get con trol of (.he society, and use its power una its ritual to gain tneir own enas. They steal and lie and kill and levy blackmail in the name of freedom of patriotism, or whatever it may be, and most of the members of the society are their dupes, without any real under standing of the purposes for which they are being used and exploited. "That's interesting." said Hale. "But how about this woman in London? Who is she? Have they run her down?" "Not yet. As to her Identity she is known as the Countess Lacalde. but that means nothing. They have traced her movements for several years under half a dozen assumed names. The rea son for suspecting her in connection with the activities of The Twisted Thread here is that she has been send ing and receiving a number of cable grams lately. They have been in a curious code, which appears to be com mercial, but is not. That is at first sight, the messages look like ordinary business messages. But they can't be deciphered by the use of any of the standard code books. "The time of these messages coin cides very closely with the various in cidents in which you have been con cerned. That might be Just a coinci dence but, taken in conjunction with certain other matters, which I won't go into Just now, they seena to be sig nificant. What I want is 'your author ity to follow up this clue. The expense mav be considerable Scotland Yard, feeTTng that this is. in a sense, a private matter, hesitates about incurring heavy expenses " "You have. carte blanche in spending money I've told you that before," said Graham Hale, vehemently. "My peace of mind and the safety of those about me do you think I'd hesitate at any expenditure that would secure those?" That's all I want, then." said Dono van. "I shall send a man to london tomorrow, on the fMt. liner,. to co-operate with Scotland Yard." "I only hope your clue may lead to something." said Hale, eamBtly, as the detective rose to go. "It s the first jYsss rfj7?os7sZp SimX. voice, but also by reason of ha splen did representation of the highest type of American womanhood. Her roles this season are: Giulietta in "The Tales of Hoffman" and Santuzza in "Cava lerla Rusticana." It is also fitting that Miss Raynolds give her initial per formance singing the National hymn in Baltimore, where our National hymn was born. The wife of Prince Joachim, youngest son of the Kaiser, was formerly Prin cess Marie Auguste von Anhalt- The Prince is perhaps the best liked of all the Kaiser's eons by the German people. clearly definite one you or any of the other agencies that are on the track of The Twisted Thread have found that Is certain, at least." "We'll run them down," said Dono- i van, confidently. "It can only be a question of time, of course. No band' of criminals can defy all the organized power of the law Indefinitely. That's been proved over and over again." "A question of time!" Graham Hale repeated, soberly. - "Yes but remember that, as matters stand, time works for them against us. They have come close to final success once or twice al ready. And I well. I'm an old man. I can't stand a strain like this very much longer. I can't sleep at night I'm losing my appetite life is scarcely worth living, under this constant pall of anxiety and horror." "We're doing our best, sir, Donovan replied. "We're not leaving any stone unturned, and we won't." "I like Donovan," said Tommy, when the detective had gone. "He impresses me more favorably than any of the people that are at work on the case. The police lack imagination. They're splendid for routine work. They re brave, and they'll take any sort of chance. When there's something defi nite to be done you can't beat them. But they can't compete with the Twist ed Thread on Its own. ground- they can't match wit with wit. cunning against cunning." "I'm disposed to trust Donovan my self." said his father. "A woman in London! Now why ? What reason can any woman have for plotting against me?" Tommy hesitated. "Dad " he said. "I don't want to seem inquisitive. But aren't you keep ing something back? Aren't there things that prey on your mind that you haven't told to me or to anyone else? Sometimes I've -seen you looking over papers old photographs bundles of letters. I suppose I haven't any right to ask questions. But I can't help be ing curious and wondering whether, perhaps, they might not have some thing to do with this " "No!" said Graham Hale. with startling vehemence. "I can assure you that there is no connection, that there can be no conection, between the papers you are thinking of, and the chapter in my life that they concern, and this persecution!" "Well, if you're sure, of course." said Tommy, dubiously, and as if he were far from fully convinced. "I am!" said Graham Hale. "And It's not quite true that I have told no one of those papers and the events that they deal with. Tommy. My old friend, Thornton Rayne, who was. as much as myself an actor in those events, knows the whole story. He has seen all the letters. He is familiar with every detail of the story a wretched one, my boy." "Where is Mr. Rayne V asked Tommy, curiously. "I thought it strange that he should disappear Just after we chased the gang that blew up the vault here! It seemed to me that so old a friend would have been likely to stand by you in a time like this." "He was called to London, suddenly, on urgent business." said Mr. Hale. "You know that he has had to go across four or five times a year for many years. He hesitated arbout going but his summons was imperative. I couldn't let him stay here on my ac count. There was nothing that he could do, in any case." "I suppose not. said Tommy. "And. of course I didn't know he'd been called abroad. That's a different mat ter." "Go up to bed) and try to get some sleep. Tommy," said his father. "You can't help poor 'Aimee by staying awake and worrying abput her. And you must be utterly worn out. boy." "I am when I stop to think about it." said Tommy. "But how can I think about myself? If Almee hadn't gone rushing back to that horrible place, after she'd escaped, because she was afraid for me -! It's on my ac count that she's lying there now ' Graham Hale sighed heavily. "I know," he said. ''But try to rest. We must keep ourselves in condition these days. Tommy. We can never tell at whaC moment, and from what direc tion the next -blow will be launched. Anything may happen, at any time. I feel that we can trust no one that the very people we least suspect may be emissaries of The Twisted Thread." Aimee lay stilK white and wan, be neath her covers. From time to time she stirred faintly in her strange sleep. Sometimes her lips parted, and she moaned, so feebly that scarcely a sound was audible. Her maid; Marie, sat watching, keeping a silent vigil. There was a slight noise at the door, and Marie, looking up. saw Hugo Wald. His face was lined and there was agony In his eyes as he pointed at Almee. His lips framed a question voicelessly. Marie shook her head, rose, and went to the door to Join h"lm. I "She hasn't moved." she said. "Not really. She hasn't opened her eyes or spoken a word. She moans a little, sometimes, and I think she's trying to say something some single word in her sleep," "My God!" said Wald. "Marie she's going to get well? When I think of the danger she was in is still in! it drives me mad!" "Do you think of no one but her? Marie demanded, angrily. "Do you never remember that others, whom you knew long before she came into your life, have some claim upon you?" He stared at her, bewildered, dazed. Wald's mask was stripped from him by the intensity of his feelings and his terror for Almee. Anyone who saw him now, as he stared at the unconscious girl, must have penetrated his secret his love for her. Marie, certainly, did so. She turned upon him in a sudden furv, drawing him Into the hall. "Hugo!" she cried. "Has she be witched you? Can you think of nothing but her? Aimee always Aimee! How about me? How about the work we are pledged to do together the duties we must not neglect?" "You don't understand," he said, dully. "You don't realize " "I understand only too well!" cried Marie. "You sneaklng.treacherous beast! Oh I know she'jTyounger than I, and better looking, too! But you could admire me enough before she came! You could fool me with your lying promises beguile with your tales of why we must wait before we could be married! You could take everything I had to offer and now you are getting ready to throw me over for the first pretty face that fascinates you!" "Are you mad, Marie?" he asked her, roused from his absent-mindedness. "Do you realize what would happen if we were overheard? I can't make love to you here while you're supposed to be Aimee's maid! What would be said and thought?" , "Oh, you're ready enough with your excuses!" ehe said, furiously. "But you've fooled me for the last time! I'll take care of myself now. And I can tell you one thing, you credulous fool! You'll never get her! She's in love with young Hale, whether she knows it or not!" Black fury twisted Wald's features. "You're lying!" he snarled. "They don't know one another well enough they haven't seen one another enough " "As if that made any difference!" she said, contemptuously. "Love isn't a matter of time." Then her mood changed. Her anger, her bitterness, faded. She flung her arms about him. sought to draw him to her, to soften him. "Hugo! Don't you know I love you, dear? If I taunt you, if I say harsh things. It's because I can't bear to see you making a fool of yourself over that doll-faced girl in there! What does she know of love? How can a child like that give you the love I give you?" Be careful. Marie. he begged. It was as if he saw that he must not go too far. that if she were aroused she might cast every scruple aside; might defy every warning of prudence and common sense. "You know we must be on our guard here. If we were once suspected our usefulness would be over. And we have a great deal to do." "I I'll try to be sensible. Hugo." she said, trembling. "But It's fearfully hard " "Wash the tears from your face," he id. "Make yourself look normal, in case anyone comes in. I'll watch over Almee while you're doing it." A spasm of Jealous hate swept across her features. But she said nothing, and went to follow his suggestion. He went into Aimee's room. Marie, a minute later, peeping In, saw him there. In an attitude that betrayed the abandonment of his grief and fear. "Fool!" ehe said, furiously. And then, an Impulse came to her. "I'll prove it to him!" ehe said. She turned and went down the stairs. Oa the way she met Tommy, ascending. "Mr. Hale" she said. "Yes!" he said, eagerly. "How is Miss Villon? Has ehe come out of her sleep? Is she better?" "She's etlll asleep or unconscious,' said Marie. "But she has stirred once or twice. I think she's tried to say something. But she could only manage one word. I caught that by leaning: over her, with my ear almost against her lips. What do you suppose it was. Mr. Hale?" "I don't know," he said. "Your name!" Tommy's face was transfigured with, delight. "Really V he cried. "Oh " "I wonder if I could look at her for Just a momeiy he said, a moment later. "I'd give anything Just to see her " "I can't see why you shouldn't," said Marie. "Go in very quietly. But X' know you'll be careful. You heard what the doctor said ' Tommy and the maid went on to Aimee's room. And Tommy, stealing In. saw Hugo Wald, on his knees, his arms spread over the covers, his head bowed down. At the faint noise made oy Tommy he started to his feet, but he made no outcry. Tommy, startled and displeased, nodded to him. and crossed to the bed. He stared down at Aimee. And she, as if she were con scious, in some strange way, of his presence, stirred. Her arm moved. He bent low. Plainly, so distinctly that Wald could hear as well as Tommy, ehe spoke. "Tommy!" she said. "Oh Tommy!" Wald turned away. Marie could see his features, distorted with Jealous rage. Tommy could not. And he was too utterly delighted to have noticed anything. He turned and left the room, dazed by his own Joy. He could read only one meaning into that betrayal of Aimee's thought of him. He did not sleep, however. He lay awake, thinking of Almee. praying, hoping, that the morning would bring encouragement. But. as the gray light of the dawn was beginning to come through his window, a scream aroused him a scream from Aimee's room. He dashed toward it. Marie, wailing, passed him. He dashed in. Aimee lay still. But it was as if she had sprung up and fallen back. Her covers were disarranged. A look of deadly fear was on her faoe. On the floor was a hideous mask. His father and Dr. O'Connor came in. The doctor, at a glance, went to work, applying restoratives. "She had some shock!" he said. His eye fell on the mask. . "Good God! If some one showed her that I'm afraid It's hopeless!" But Just then Aimee stirred. She sat up. "Thank Heaven!" said the doctor. "The shock revived her Instead of kill ing her as it might have done " "He's gone!" said Almee, shivering. "Don't let him come back! The man the man with the horrible face I woke, and saw him staring at me threaten ing me " Wald came in. sleepily. "What's happened? Has anything gone wrong?" he asked. "No! Everything's all right!" said Tommy, grimly. His eyes challenged Wald's. And before their steady gaze Wald's shifted and fell. (Another Episode Next Sunday.) rotate Bugs May End "War. WASHINGTON. Nov. 20. The war will soon be over. An Ohio man will end It. He has suggested to U. S. 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Pinex is a special and highly concen trated compound of genuine Norway pine extract, and is known the world over for its promptness, ease and cer tainty in overcoming stubborn coughs and chest colds. To avoid disappointment ast your 3ruggist for "2 ',3 ounces of Pinex witl full directions, and don't accept anv thing else. Guaranteed to give absolute satisfaction or monev promptly refunded. The incx Co., ft. .YVeyne Xnd,
