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The Major arrives at the •hop of a blacksmith, who is friendly, and knows the Lady of the Blended Rose. Captain Grant and rangers search black­ smith shop In vain for the spy. Law- peace joins the minute men. Grant and his train are captured by the minute men. Lawrence is made prisoner by an Indian aid two white men. who lock him In a strong cell. Peter advises Lawrence not to attempt to escape as "some one" would send for him. Grant's appearance adds mystery to the combination of cir­ cumstances. Lawrence again meets the Lady of the Blended Rose, who informs him that he Is in her house: and that she was In command of the party that cap­ tured him. The captive is thrust into a dark underground chamber when Captain Grant begins a search of the premises. After digging his way out, Lawrence finds the place deserted. Evidenec of a battle and a dead man across the thres­ hold. Col. Mortimer, father of the Lady Of the Blended Rose, finds his home In ruins. Capt. Grant insists that Lawrence be strung up at once. Miss Mortimer ap­ pears, explains the mystery and Law­ rence is held a prisoner of war. Law­ rence escapes through plans arranged by the Lady and sees Grant attack Mlas Mortimer. Grant is knocked out by Law­ rence. who comes to Miss Mortimer's re­ lief and then makes his escape. Captain Grant's base villanv revealed. Lawrence returns to Valley Forge, where learns tnore of Grant's perfldy. Washington forces Clinton at battle and Lawrence gets trace of Eric Mortimer. The battle of Monmouth. Gen. Washington again starts Lawrence on an Important mission. Law­ rence finds Miss Mortimer in soldiers' uniform, acting as scout. Explanations follow. Washington's dispatches are de­ livered to Gen. Arnold and Lawrence la •aligned to special service of capturing fTQgin. Eric Mortimer is found a pris­ oner of Fagln's, and released by MaJ. t*wrence. CHAPTER XXX--(Continued). "The damned villain!" he ejacalat- his voice trembling. "Every move ilie his made has been an attempt to rain ob. I can tee it now. Do yon suppose Claire really caret tor the fellow?" "I am very sure she does not." •Then what, In heaven's name, does 4ie let him hang around for? I al- tfays hated the sight of his black face and infernal grin, but somehow, I thought she rather liked him. I won­ der if he can be there now! If he is, then he and Fa gin are up to some dev­ ilment." "And what that may be we'll never discover by talking here," I put in •ternly, suddenly realizing we were wasting time. "Come, let's get around' to the north side." We came in back of the summer- house, and had Just left the road, when three horsemen galloped past, straight up to the front door, which «tood wide open. The black shadow of a man appeared in the glow of light, shading his eyes as he looked > OBt into the darkness. .; ,**Is that you. Culver?" • 4 "Yes," sullenly, the speaker swing- U$I$E down from the saddle. •Well, you've been a hell of a while getting here. Fagin will skin you alive; it's nearly daylight already." *Dld the best I could; the cantln' hypocrite wasn't at home; had to go clear to Medford after him. Come on 4IOW, get out o' that!" He dragged the center figure rough­ ly from his horse, and* hustled him «p the £teps. "The ol' fool thinks we're goin' to <kUl him, I reckon; been prayin' for an hour past. Bill got so mad he choked him twice, but it didn't do *»o good. Here, take him along in, •will yer, and lejt us hustle some grub." The man addressed grabbed the limp figure far from gently, and hustled him through the door. As the others disappeared, leading the three horses, Mortimer grasped my sleeve. "That's Preacher Jenks," he whis­ kered, "from down at the Cross RoadB. What can Fagln want of him?" "If Fagiu is Grant's tool, and Grant 4s here," I answered soberly, "I am ready to make a guess at what is up." The recollection of the captain's threat at the summer-house instantly re­ curred to memory. "Here, you lads akulk down into these bushes, while I try that balcony. That iB the iibrary lan't it, Eric? I thought BO; I've been vnder guard there twice. The win­ dow shows no light, but some one is > In the room beyond. Give me a leg UP, Tom. and stand close so you can hear If 1 speak." It was not high from the ground, - but 1 could not grip the top of the raii | •> Without help. With Tom's assistance ! 1! I went over lightly enough, and wlth- £ •ut noise. The window waa the one trhlch had been broken during the " first assault on the house, and never Impaired. I found ample room for Crawling through. The door into the to do with It. you snivelling' spoil­ sport! I haven't asked either of them about it. I just decided it wbi time tbey got married. Stand up, man, and let go that door," he drew a derringer from his belt and flung it onto the table. "There's my authority--that, an' fifty hell-hounds outside wonder­ ing why I don't loot the house, an' he done. Do you want to be turned over to them? If you don't then speak up. Will you tie them, or not?" Jenks' eyes wandered toward Jones, who stared blankly back at him, yd- low fangs showing beneath hia beard. "Why--of course--yea," he faltered weakly. "I--suppose I must.1* "Don't seem much chance to get out, does there, parson? Well, I reckon It won't hurt your conscience particu­ larly. Bill! Where's Bill?" "You sent him to guard the front door," explained Jones. "That's right. I did. Youll do just as well. Go up stairs, an' bring the girl down. She's with the old yuan, an' Culberson la guarding the door. Better not say what she's wanted for. Just tell her Captain Grant wishes to speak to her a moment." Jones straightened up, and pushed past the preacher, the stairs creaking under his weight as he went up over my head. Grant arose, and stood them join me. Within another minute I onlal spy hadn't stolen my coat I had J looking out the window into the glow the three of us were in the room In tently listening. I stole across to the crack of the door. The hall was empty so far as I could see looking toward the rear of the house, and the voices we heard were evidently in the dining-room. Occasionally there was a clatter of dishes, or the scraping of a chair on the polished floor. One voice sang out an order to a servant, a nasal voice, slightly thickened by wine, and I wheeled about, gazing In­ quiringly into Mortimer's face. "That's Grant," he said quickly, "and half drunk." "I thought so; that's when he is really dangerous. Stay close here; if the hallway is clear I am going to get into the shadow there under the stairs. Have your weapons ready." Where the fellow was who had been at the front door I could not deter- mine. He had disappeared somehow, and I slipped along the wall for the necessary ten feet like a shadow, and crept In beneath the shelter of the staircase. From here I could look into the room opposite, although only a portion of the space was revealed. There was no cloth on the table, and but few dishes, but I counted a half- dozen bottles, mostly empty, and nu­ merous glasses. Grant was at one end, his uniform dusty and stained, but his eyes alone betraying intoxica­ tion. Beside him was a tall, stoop- shouldered man, with matted beard, wearing the coat of a British Grena­ dier, but with all insignia of rank ripped from it. He had a mean mouth, and yellow, fang-like teeth were dis­ played whenever he spoke. Beyond this fellow, and only half seen from where I crouched, was a heavy-set in­ dividual. his face almost purple, with a thatch of uncombed red hair. He wore the cocked hat of' a Dragoon, pushed to the back of his head, his feet were encased In long cavalry boots, crossed on the table, and he was pulling furiously at a pipe, the stem gripped firml? between his teeth. Who the bearded man might be I had no means of knowing, but this beauty was without doubt Fagin. I stared at him, fascinated, recalling the stories of his fiendish cruelty, my heart thump­ ing violently, while my fingers gripped the butt of my pistol. Then, without warning, a man stepped out of the darkened parlor, passed within three feet of my hiding place, and stood within the dining-room door. The three within looked at him, and Fagln roared out: \ "What is it now? Heard from Cul­ ver?" K liall Btood partly ajar, a little light ;, „ *treaming through the crack, so I ex- J perienced no difficulty in moving about flreely. A glance told me the apart- tnent was unoccupied, although I fieard the murmur of distant voices , , earnestly conversing. Occasionally . .• »n emphatic oath sounded clear and distinct. My first thought was that A, v *jhe men with me would be better con- '1. *: * ^pealed here than in the bushes below, ||pd I leaned over the rail, and bade OHAPTER XXXI. They Send for Claire. I could only see the fellow's back, with hair hanging low over the collar, but his voice was clear. "Got here five minutes ago. The preacher is locked in the parlor." "By God! Good! Now we can play out the game, eh, Captain? Or," turn­ ing about suspiciously, and staring at the other, who sat with eyes shaded by one hand, "are you weakening as the time drawB near?" "Hell's fire! No! We gave her a choice, and she only laughed at it. I'll go on now to spite the wench; only I think we should bring In thp boy first, and prove to her that we've actually got him." Fagin emptied the glass in hiB hand, giving utterance to an oath as he re­ placed it on the table. "Yer as chicken-hearted drunk as sober, Grant," he said coarsely. "Did yer hear the fool, Jones, an' after all I've told him?" The bearded man nodded Bllently, his eyes shifting from one face to the other. Fagln grinned, and poured out another drink. "Now listen again," he went on, half angrily. "That boy's worth money ter us--a thousand pounds--but it wouldn't do yer any good ter be mixed up in the affair, would it? What chance would yer have in this estate, or ter yer commission either, if Howe or Clinton got an inklin' of yer game? Good Lord, man! they'd hang yer In­ stead of the other fellow. You'll have ter lie some as it is, I reckon, ter ex­ plain why yer left Sir Henry, an' came down here. Have yer got that fact inter yer brains?" Grant glared at him wickedly, but remained silent across the table. "Yer already in bad enough, without huntin' more trouble. Better leave the boy alone. I thought, at first, we'd have ter use him, but I don't now. Let the girl believe he's deserted, and that yer In a position ter help him. That will serve yer purpose better than the other scheme. It may awaken her gratitude, her sweet love!" "Damn her love!" So it Isn't love, eh, that makes yer so anxious. I thought as much. What is it, then--revenge?" Grant held his breath a moment, his dull eyes on the faces of the two men. "Well, I might as well tell you," he snarled at last. "I loved her onoe, I guess; anyhow I wanted her badly enough. I want her now, but not in Just the same way. I want to show her I'm the master. I want to give "f her a lesson, and that cub brother of hers. I'd have got them all, the Col­ onel with them, IX that damned C(d- them, dead to rights, Fagin, and the papers to prove It. Now I don't care how it's done, so I get her. I thought she'd marry me to save the boy, but if she won't, why then, you carry out your plan--what is It? Fagin laughed, again emptying his glass. "Easy enough. She's alone, except fer her father, and he can't get out of bed. We've got Jenks here, an' the damned old coward will do whatever I tell him." "But she despises me--" "Oh, no! Well make you a victim. That will leave things In proper shape between yer two. We'll play it off as a drunken lark--eh, Jones? My God! it won't be the first time we've done the trick either. Do you remember that love-sick couple over at Tom's River, Ned? Never laughed so much in my life. This is a better one. Lord! but won't old Mortimer rave, an' mighty little good it will do him. Come, wha|. do yer say, Grant? Are yer game?" "Hell's flre--yes." He got to his feet, gripping the back of his chair. "Bring--bring 'em in; this is a good place." Fagin struck the table with his fist. "Of course it is, drink ter the bride after the ceremony. Bill, bring in the Treacher." It was growing daylight I could perceive the glow of the Bky out thsough the window, but the candles still sputtered on the table, casting grim lights and shadows on the faces of the three men. As Bill disappeared into the parlor. I stole silently back to tho library door. "Tom," I whispered briefly, "find the boys, and bring them in here, through that broken window. They are in the orchard to the right, and there are no guards in front. Move lively, but be quiet." "What is it. Major?" asked young Mortimer, eagerly. "1 can't explain now. I muBt get back where I can see and hear. But there is going to be a flght. -Hold the men ready here until I call. See that their weapons are in good order." I caught the glint of his eye. but could wait no longer. Indeed I was scarcely back, snuggled under the stairs, when Bill came forth, gripping the collar of his prisoner's coat, and urging him down the hall. I crouched lower, the morning light threatening to reveal my hiding place, yet with mind more at ease, now I knew the men were close at hand. Within five minutes the entire squad would be crowded into that room, eager for trouble to begin. Probably Fagin did not have a half-dosen fellows in the houBe. If we could strike swiftly enough we might overpower them all, without creating alarm outside, where the main body lay. Some careless­ ness had brought us good luck in hav­ ing the front of the house left un­ guarded. These thoughts ewept over me, and left me confident. The time had come when I was to serve her, to prove my own worthiness. I felt ready and eager for the trial. I caught a glimpse of Jenks* faoe, as Bill jerked him forward. The man was gray with terror, his parchment-- Uke skin seamed and contorted. He was a tall, loose-jointed creature, wear­ ing a long black coat flapping about his knees. The guard fairly held him op in the doorway, and both Fagin and Jones laughed at the pitiful sight, the former ending his roar with an out­ burst of profanity. "Go on back ter the front door, Bill," he ordered roughly. "This fellow'U never run away; his legs wouldn't carry him. Now, Mr. Preacher," glow­ ering Bavagely at the poor devil across the bottle-strewn table, "do yer know who I am?" Jenks endeavored to answer, from the convulsive movement of his throat, but made no aounc}. Fagin cursed again. "If it wasn't such a waste of good iiquor I'd pour some of this down your gullet," he exclaimed, shaking a half- filled bottle In his fist. "Then maybe you could answer when I spoke to you. Now, see here, you canting old hypo­ crite, I'm Red Fagin, an' I guess you know what that means. I'm plBen, an' I don't like your style. Now you're goin' to do Just what I tell you. or the boys will have a hangin' bee down in the ravine. Speak up, an' tell me what you propose to do." Jenks wet his dry llpe with his tongue, clinging to the sides of the door with both hands. "What--what is it you wish of me?" his uncertain gaze wandering over the three faces, but coming back to Fagin. "You are to marry this officer here to a young lady." "What--what young lady?" "Mortimer's daughter--Clain* if 41m name, isn't it, Orant? Yes, Claire; you know her, I reckon.'* I could hear the unfortunate mail breathe in the silence, but Fagln's eyes threatened. "Ib--la she here?" he faltered help­ lessly. "Does she desire the--the cere? mony V That doesn't happen to be any of your business," broke In Fagln bluntly. This Is my affair, an' the fewer ques­ tions you ask the better. If we want some fun, what the hell have you got of the sunshine, and Jenks dropped into the nearest chair, still staring across the table at Fagin. For the first time I seemed to entirely grasp the situation. I got to my feet, yet dare not move so much as a step, for Fagln was facing the hallway. It ap­ parently would be better to wait until after the girl came down stairs, until those In the house were all together, before we struck. I wanted to know what she would say, how she would act, when she understood what was proposed. The time allowed me for decision was short as it seemed scarcely a minute before ^ heard their footsteps above. CHAPTER XXXII. A Threatened Marriage. Fagln heard them coming and took his boots from the table, and sat up straight in his chair; the preacher pushed his back until half concealed behind the door; Grant never looked around. Jones came into view first, and behind him walked Claire, her cheeks flushed, her head held high. At the door she paused, refusing to enter, her eyes calmly surveying the occu­ pants. 'You sent for me, sir," she said coldly. "May I ask for what purpose?" Even Fagln's cool insolence was un­ able to withstand unmoved her beauty and her calmness of demeanor. Ap­ parently he had never met her before, for, with face redder than ever, he got to his feet, half bowing, and stam­ mering slightly. "My name is Fagln, Mistress," he mighty business," he and eying her fleroely. "That ain't the sort o' thing that goes with me, an5 yer ain't the first one I've taken down a peg or two. However, I don't mean you no harm, only you'd better behave yourself. Yer know that man over there, don't yert" He Indicated with a nod of the head* and Claire glanoed in that direction, but without speaking. "Well, can't yo« answer?" "I recognise Captain Qrant, If that la What you mean." '1 was speaking English, wasn't IT Ter ought to know him--yer engaged tar him, ain't yer?" "Certainly not," indignantly. Grant turned about, hia face twitch* lng. "This is not my fault, Claire," he exclaimed swiftly. "Don't blame me for it I am also a prisoner, and help­ less." Abe never looked at him, never an­ swered, her entire attention concen­ trated on Fagln, who was grinning with enjoyment "That's sure right, young lady," he said grimly. "The Captain is only obeyln' orders ter save his own neck. There's no love lost, atween us. let me tell yer. But we're not so blame merciless after all, an' I reckon, we've got about all thar Is in the house worth cartin' away. Now we're goin' to have some fun, an' leave two happy hearts behind. Ain't that it, tones ? Clinton's licked; Washington has hie hdnds full up north; an' this htfll blame country is ours. Somewhere. Mistress, I've heard -tell that you an' this Captain was pretty thick--how Is it?" Her eyes exhibited Indignant sur­ prise, ,but, after an instant'a hesita­ tion, her Hps answered. "I hardly know what you mean, sir. We were children together." "An' engaged ter be married--eh?" "There was an arrangement of that nature between our parents. But why should this interest you?" He ignored the question, but hia eyes hardened. (TO BE CONHNUKD.) IDE NOISE LIKE- ? HI® FAYS. Texas Doctor Has Gentle Art of Correctly Imitating the Sibilant Whirr TAKEN AS WARNING roughness. "I reckon you have heard of me." "I have," proudly, her eyes meeting hisr "and, therefore, wonder what your The 8lmple Life. The charm of the bungalow is not in the main due to Its little cost or to convenience of its plan or to its ar­ tistic exterior, but to the fact that there is a great proportion of the American people who desire to live more simply and with less convention than they flnd necessary in the typical suburban community, says a writer in Leslie's. There is probably no one of us who does not occasionally long for a place in which he can wear bis oid clothes with comfort and bring up bis children in the simple and natural way impossible in the city and difficult in the suburbs, and it is to this vague longing for a simpler and less artificial life that the great popularity of the little, rough-built houses we call bun- said, striving to retain his accustomed^ Jfalows is due. Poets Are Sometimes Made. "Poets are born and not made," said the young man with the pale, la* 1 Much Excitement Caused by an Amus­ ing Demonstration of Ophidian Ac­ complishments--One Bacchanalian Friend Takee It Seriouely. rfc' Houston, Tex.--None other of the gentle arts is so rare as that of cor­ rectly imitating the sibilant whirr of a rattlesnake. Such is the opinion, at all events, of Dr. C. D. Custer of Za­ pata county. He claims, In fact to be the only human being who ever made the snake noise so perfectly as to deceive even the deadly and furtive diamondback of the lower Rio Grande and lure him amorously from his lair In snake wooing times. More to the point, however, there was some excitement In one of the^ well known hotel bars of Houston the" other day when Dr. Custer made an amusing demonstration of his ophi­ dian accomplishments. Nobody had been put wise, not even the priests and acolytes of the Joy altar, and it came suddenly and unexpected. Doctor Custer Is a good experiencer and soon got' one particularly bac­ chanalian temperamented friend of oraflam rhlnal tuber to declare that booze had never affected his nerves in the least little, little bit "In this climate it's apt to," said Doctor Custer. "Whirr, whir-r-r-r," came almost Im­ perceptibly from somewhere down among the spittoons, alias cuBpidora. The noise was Innocent enough, but there was a general ebb tide away from the bar in the form of receding communicants. Even the bartender heard the noise and had stepped a lively hornpipe to the measure of "Everybody's Doing It" Order waa restored when a thor­ ough examination of the lower atmos­ phere and floor of the saloon revealed that nothing more deadly than a cock­ roach was about and it was agreed to lay the entire blame on the fact that the roach had passed over a piece of paper, rustling it as he scam­ pered by. Things went on smoothly thereafter for quite a while, but strangely enough. Doctor Custer found it very difficult to turn the conversation back to the topic of booze and snakes.. The bacchanalian person had tight­ ened his girt from within several notches more and was again willing to scoff at the idea that judicious drinking <!£uld harm a properly men­ tally balanced man. "Whlr-r-r-r," again, sharper and- more prolonged than before came from right under hiB hand. The An­ gers relaxed and the glass went dash­ ing to the floor. Things had begun to Fagln Roared Out: "What la It Now? Heard From Culvert" purpose may be in ordering me here. I wish to return to my father who re­ quires my services." The guerilla laughed, now angered by her manner. "Well, I thought I'd tell you who I waa so you wouldn't try any high and teresting face and the long hair. "Are they?" replied his wife. "Well. I'll show you that they are made some­ times. I'll make you watch the baby while I go shopping this morning or you shall never have another dollar that my father sends to me." 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Mount them in scrap book or a book made especlall} for kodak pictures. You will thes have a book with which you can spend many happy momenta lookina over familiar scenes and faces. Danger In Excessive Fatigue. Everybody understands the danger of catching cold if you have been per-) spiring freely or have on wet clothes. But very few people know that you are specially liable to catch cold when you are tired. "Additional pro­ tection," writes Doctor Goldsburg, "la needed by the body when tired, for in such a state colds may be taken a* easily as when sweating or through wet garments." "Whlr-r-r-r," Again, Sharpened and and More Prolonged. g^t serious, and there was no telling what complications in the general en­ tente might have finally arisen had proceedings proceeded much further. Doctor Custer, however, suddenly looked at his watch and remembered be had an appointment. A few seconds after he left the place the bar telephone rang. "Let me speak to Smith," came the request over the phone when the bar­ tender placed the receiver to his ear. "Smith is the gentleman who Just dropped his glass when the snakes got after him." The gentleman here called "Smith" for convenience, placed the receiver to his ear and suddenly droped it with such celerity that it almost broke the cord. "There's a short circuit in there," he exclaimed, red and confused. MI got an awful shock in my ear." One after another of those present cautiously placed tbe receiver to their ears. In each instance came distinct­ ly over the phone a shrill- "wbirr-r-r-r." Then finally: "That's all right, boys, it's only me. I am the only man who can make a noise like a rattleanake. Yours. Doctor Custer." Advlee. F^rst Deaf Mute--What would yoi do In a case like that? Second Deaf Mute--I'd treat hei with silent contempt; I wwdin't may* a linger when I met her. 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MaUMg The Oldest and Largest Mauufctclurer-a QW, Shoe Polishes •*- "••• * World, ft' a• • W A N IT E Northern farmers in iiisiiiippf and MttiisiiiM where every day is a planting day and every month is a har­ vest month. Fanners in these states reap from two to four crops a year and have green pastures (or their hogs and cattle ten months in the year. The land is cheap and you can buy it on very easy terms. Many fairness have ^one to smippi and I /Hiitiana and become wealthy. Why not you? Write today for beautifully Suatrated booklets to J. C. CLAIR, Immigration COM., I.C.R.I1 Room F600 Central Station, Chicago, ft BINDER amajarjcM • •-- *