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He went away with the old enigâ€" matical smile on his lips; and Jeanâ€" me fell to comparing the two men. h.mmhflâ€"hqâ€"; rtM“ acquaintance, a dangerâ€"signal for one of them: » is about to place in her permanent ane above the other. Fd*rfiâ€": The Capitol. Morgan was strot. "If you will be at the Capitol at *h-ormvmin‘,l‘fl‘h,- something to do for me personally." "I am always and ever at your wervice. Goodâ€"bye, then, until tomorâ€" Whnh'-mMAr-iu! had left the house, Morgan went in search of Jeanne. "I haven‘t been to see you because I dared not. I fancy I‘m being watchâ€" edâ€"for what purpose I don‘t know as yet. I am mailing you a diagram Of a certain house. There will be a secret passage to the attic. You will find a table there. In the drawer you vmphceo-tenm&â€"’nftlfly Thursdaysâ€"whatever important facts you pick up. Ill attend to the rest of it." "Under the Senator‘s thumb. I am beginning to weary of the position." "Going"â€"as Armitage rose. "Work." With a curt nod Armiâ€" tage departed. turned an inquiring eye upen .fi "Where do you keep yourself *" Jeanne‘s hostess gave a reception in September to one of the South American ministers; and it was at this affair that Morgan was presentâ€" ed to "Alice Trent" while she was engaged in animated debate with Captain Armitage. She made room for her new arrival, and for a while divided her attention and attractions between the two men. She was callâ€" ed away presently. "Charming young woman," was Morgan‘s comment. "Where is she Captain John Ar;iuge. a yo Union officer whom she tells her sumed name. Alice Trent, not knowing such a person lived in Baltimore. To her surprise she receives a letâ€" ter bearing the curious device she had seen tattooed on her husband‘$ arm. The letter, ironical in its tone, shows that her unknown busband is still in Richmond and knows the name and identity of his wife!‘ She cuts her hair, stains her face and, going to Baltimore, assumes the name ofâ€" Aâ€"NKâ€"S Gâ€"RDâ€"A > Jâ€"WGâ€"A Fâ€"WGâ€"S Hâ€"~RDâ€"M Pâ€"PAâ€"G Jâ€"NKâ€"F Fâ€"BNâ€"S Wâ€"BEâ€"H Later Jeanne learns that Morgan is a spy. She rejects the. volunteer and seâ€" lects the one who suggested the marâ€" riage. Him she names "Irony." To her surprise the leader is no other than Parson Kennedy. He performs the ceremony. "Irony" says his name is among those who sign as witnesses, (just before they leave her bound), in the following code form: Parson Kennedy and bring him within the Southern lines.. It is planâ€" med to have her make headquarters with a family of southern sympathy in WaShington. Jeanne learns teleâ€" graphy and other technical branches of her calling. And clad as a boy, often in the Blue of the North, she makes her way through the lines. She learns of an organization of elevâ€" en Union spies and of their meeting péace in a Richmond loft. As she overhears the leaders address the masked men seated about a table, Jeanneâ€"is discovered and dragged inâ€" to the room. The leader unmasks as he threatens her with death, but is dissuaded~from shooting her by the suggestion from one of the men that one of their number marry her. She consents and when one of the maskâ€" ed men volunteers to marry she reâ€" fuses and claims the right to choose. Henry Morgan, a debonaire young officer, who falls in love with her. She repels his advances. She is engaged as a spy for the Confederate govâ€" ernment and urged to use all the wiles and power of her sex to find Mrs. Wetmore, her aunt, that she will carry out the Biblical injunction for vengeanceâ€"‘"an eye for an eye!" While at Richmond she meets. Who‘s Who Jeanne Beaufort, beautiful daughâ€" ter of a Virginia planter, has lost her father and two brothers in the Civil war. (The year 1864). She swears An intoxicated man accosts Jeanne ’&ltimqre, I believe." Armitage John Kennedy, D.D CHAPTER X tL_ / Harold MacGrath 4 A hy Herold fl-o.-fiL e...: A-',vn.---hl:v!- Dead of alive! She was a coward. She wanted to run away and hide; she wanted the strong, comforting Dead or alive. But she went shopâ€" ping. Jeanne Beaufort, dead or alive! How small she was, how helplessâ€" and how long that arm suddenly reaching out for her‘ So, after all these months, they had found out who she was? Slender, handsome, very pale. Immediately everything became eyes. "Before God, you are a gallant woman‘" he whispered. Aloud he said: "Thanks for the lift, Miss Trent." "It is a dodger for the apprehenâ€" sion of Jeanne Beaufort, dead or alive â€"medium height, slender, handsome, dark eyes, very pale, dull copperâ€" colored hair; wears boy‘s clothes sucâ€" cessfully." â€" She smiled back at him as she drove off. "A woman spy*â€" How interestâ€" ing!" He came back, smiling with his lips but covertly warning her with his eves. . "Here is your recruiting station. I had best drop you. What is that solâ€" dier tacking up* ‘Dead or Alive!‘ Read itâ€"then come and tell me." "I have not neglected them. Yon‘:;lj saw that last night. But if you think J boy this is a good opportunity to make | . .. love to me, you are mistaken. In this | gra game of espionage we are partners;} get but beyond that, nothing." 1 us "Who can say* Do you think I will ever give you up?" "That is my affair." But she softâ€" ened the retort with a smile. "You are wearing a wig; you have dyed your skin. If I did not know you with the eyes of love, I‘d have some difficulty in recognizing you. Please pardon my asking you a quesâ€" tion: your arms and shoulders ?" "We‘ll talk of that later." "Well, you shall see Parson Kenâ€" nedy twice tonightâ€"once at Sumner‘s and again in a certain hut by the Potomac. I‘ll give you the directions. But what‘s in the air?" OUND r0 NORTH All this was of course for the beneâ€" fit of the driv_er. When they were "That is very good of you. I was going to one of the recruiting staâ€" tions. The work is slow." "Good morning, Miss Trent." "Step in and I‘ll drop you wherever you say." ROTTED MANURE you The War Office and the Secret Servâ€" ice bureau had authority to draw a man from his regiment in all cases except when he was under fire. A good spy had to be a ready thinker, of flashâ€"impulses, of swift inventionâ€" and above all, young. it was the middleâ€"aged who carefully weighed everything and then started forward just a little too late. Parson Kenneâ€" dy was the exception. When he left the Sumner place that night, he dismissed his hired carâ€" riage. The bribed coachman drove off, muttering into his beard, while the two men cowering inside swore softly in chagrin. There were several arms to the Secret Service in those days, and the most important was of course the military. "You shall have Armitage. I‘m glad yow spoke as you did. He was about to, rejoin his regiment." "The ‘man you suspect goes noâ€" where." "Smells a rat, likely." "They have hanged poor Fogarty." Kennedy bent his head. "He was a brave young man. I came to ask for Armitage. I want him to follow me for the next twelve hours and never let me slip out of his sight. I‘ve been threatened again." "Kennedy, we‘ve found the name of your scorpion, as you call her. We‘ve sent out dodgers, ‘dead or alive‘ stuff. The description is meager beâ€" cause Gâ€"RDâ€"A is a bumpkin where women are concerned. A paper found o'nadeadmanlndsi‘nedopenedup zbe way for Gâ€"RDâ€"A. He has seen er but once, and this description is from memory." "The name!" "Wait a moment. You told me a remarkable tale the other night, or part of one. I have every reason to believe that that young woman and| your scorpion are one and the same.| Her name is Jéeanne Beaufort; and . she is particularly good in assuming| boy and young men roles." [ "He has set out to find a photoâ€"| graph of her, and if there is one, be'lll get it." "Jeanne Beaufortâ€"if we find her, it will be in Washington, mark my words." She reached home at noon, at the precise moment Parson John ‘Kenâ€" nedy entered the private office of the chief of the Secret Service bureau. forâ€"her photograph. Well, he hadn‘t found it. She possessed but one, and that was at home. After all, she had been expecting this. She had known that she could not go on forâ€" ever, indefinitely, without leaving some positive trace of her individualâ€" ity ~Let them catch her if they could; forewarned and forearmed. arms of her Aunt Delia; she wanted her room at home. Dead or alive! The wheels clatâ€" tered it; the hoofs of the horses beat time to it. She traced this catastrophe to the man who had entered her room. She knew now that he In:l“b_ee- h‘llltfinc But her indomitable spirit did not long remain crushed. THE RIGHLAND PARK PRESS, HIGHLAND PARK, "Hanged by the neck!" Kennedy laughedâ€"laughter that had the inâ€" flection of a baited tiger snarling at his irons. "Yes, 1 know you, you little viper! Carry me away and hang me, but never a word will you get out of me. That‘s final. You‘ll suffer, wonder always who the man it out for his inspection. The Parâ€" son strained at‘his bonds his eyes protruding. â€" ‘"You remember that, then*" asked the boyish one. "Aye!"â€"in a halfâ€"roar. "Tell me the names of each of these men, and you shall go free. Refuse, and you shall be carried to Richmond, where they will hang you by the "Not at this moment. D.-l-y." Tbeu!l-m'mdw‘ ly to obey orders. A boyish figure approached Parson Kennedy and stood with folded arms. ‘M‘ could not see the face, for the hat was drawn down too far; but he dered where be had seen that figure before, that attitude. "Parson Kennedy, look at this careâ€" fully." The speaker drew out a foldâ€" ed sheet of paper, opened it and held When the last phase of dizzsiness left his eyes he dimly saw two shaâ€" dowy forms by the cabin door. The smaller spoke in a halfâ€"whisper. "Send the men away, and you guard the door from the outside." he found himself securely bound to a chair. Near by was a common table, and on this a single candle burned. A cabinâ€"but where? How far was he from the city? Where was Armiâ€" But they in turn had for once lookâ€" ed farther shead than Parson Kenâ€" nedy; and before he had walked two Strong hâ€"h“ -t‘ as he was, he was superâ€" human. 'l'hqhmdl-.'fi liguid through his teeth, and a was held over his nose. "He is a PIERCEâ€"ARROW These SERIES 80 cars have been reduced makes lowest price in its history Now $2495 A small down payment gives you immediate delivery. 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The revolver wavered, Jeanne "Don‘t let her get away. What prize, what a prize!" cried Kenâ€" away." k as if you . . . Houdaille doubleâ€"acting shock absocbers . . . special Piarceâ€"Acvow four wheel safety brakes. 14 to 17 milea per gallon of gasoline, 15,000 to 18,000 miles per set of tires. Nationâ€"wide Plerceâ€"Arrow fat«ate.service effects ., tax extra he steadfastly declined all offers, as he is firmly of the opinion that at this time Chicago is a much more favorâ€" able city in which to produce a new play. The story of "False Faces" is a deâ€" lightful combination of wit and mysâ€" tery and is highly interesting. The cast includes such well known stars the producer, is internationally famâ€" ous as a stage director, and his marâ€" velous presentations at the New York Hippodrome, have placed him in a class by himself, having never been equaled in any country. His entrance into the producing field is a gratifying sign of the times, as it is a foregone conclusion that any play to which he attaches his name, is well worthy of careful consideration of those who deâ€" sire the fine things the theater has to open his new play in New York, b&t ago that Mr. Burnside contemplated making a production, all sorts of inâ€" A new play "Faise Faces" from the pens of Richard Hardinge Barker and Greatrex Newman, will be presented at the Studebaker theater, Chicago, on Sunday night, May 15, for the first INTTIAL PERFORMANCE a IN CHICAGO MAY 15 Â¥ time on stretched across it. At the other side &“hfi-d-“-‘ the Greekâ€"like letters in the center.â€" (Continued next week) "‘" : ite Peete genter mt .. THURSDAY, MAY 19, 1987