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mm '&{ mwmrn mw}&? j*: \? v Z"*i tub Wmm*m "•' »»'" * "".T »• -*y?[ 1 By LOUIS JOSEPH VANCEf *> (Oopyrtght by Lout* Joseph V»Df».l ; • /VI ' i i t i i i i n i n n tmtotD »»oooo •»»»»»•»••»»•& CHAPTER XXV.--^-Continued. --12-- "Poor deviH" Wertheimer said gen­ tly, "That was a sickening business, 1 admit. But who told you--" "Never mfnd, It's true, isn't it?" . "Yea," the Englishman admitted gravely--"it's true. It lies at Bannon's J4i <door, when all's said. Perhaps you .fi7 -' won't believe me, but it's a fact I didn't know positively who was responsible ** V till tonight." AV ^\. "You don't really expect me to be- lieve that? You were pretty thick with ;ihat gang." "»W«• *'. "Ah, but on probation only! When - '|hejr' .voted Roddy out I wasnt con- it|^l^#ulted..'." They kept me in the da^k , jfcourse--Roddv'd be alive today.' '.-'/'i*-* 'Td like to believe you," Lanyard admitted. "But when you ask me to ' v. *'. sign articles with that vicious assas- •f j^L Bin--" " "You can't play our game with clean • ^Y"* Wertheimer retorted. 'yj Lanyard found no answer to that. < 'y$p "If you've said all you wished to,** V..J >';i • he suggested, rising, "1 can assure you ,my answer is final--and go about my business." * :$t- "What's your hurry? Sit down. ^There's more to say--much more." ^ "As for instance--" ' "I had a fancy you might like to put • ^ question or two. ' 'i"1 \ <; >A a his head y It was, .ertheimer designed irough his interest Lanyard shook <•'-J. ftijt plain to him that • xV. "to draw him out V ^ In Lucy Shannon. v "l haven't the slightest curiosity JJ\ '• concerning any of your affairs." he ob- Vi'-k.'. mntC i>V? \ ' "Bit yon should have; I co»Jd tell 3rou * great many interesting things ^• l* -i *.'y " ^ that intimately alfect your affairs, if I liked. You must understand that I ' . |f ;, 'j • shall hold the balance of power here ?/ t* from now on." * |&* "Congratulation*! " Lanyard laughed derisively. "No Joke, my dear chap. I've been promoted over the heads of your friends, De Morbihan and Popinot, and i v shall henceforth be--as they say in America--the whole works." "By what warrant?" "The illustrious Bannon's. I've been ' appointed his lieutenant--'vice Oreggs. ^ V * ^eposed for bungling." * V% ' "*Jo you mean to tell me Bannon & -'%• "v'*' <- ®°ntro'8 De Morbihan and Popinot?" ^ a*' The Englishman smiled indulgently "If you didn't know it, he's comman­ der in chief of our allied forces, tbe presiding genius of tbe International "Underworld, Unlimited." "Bosh!" cried Lanyard contemptu­ ously. "Why talk to me as it I were a child, to be frightened by any such bogy tale as that?*' "Take It or leave It, my friend. The fact remains. 1 know, if you don't. I 341'^confess I didn't till tonight; but I've ..W^l learned some things that have opened Uvs'\'^'r *my eyes. You see, we had a table in a **:, 1 >•' * quiet corner at the Cafe de discipline of your precious organiza­ tion--granting, for the sake of argu­ ment, the possibility of such non­ sense." ^ "Well, well, have your own 'way about that I don't Insist, so long as you're agreeable to Join, forces with me." "Oh, it's with you alone now--is it? Not with that insane bogy, the Inter national Underworld, Unlimited?" Cheerfully the Englishman assented, nodding: "With me alone. I offer you a clear held. Go where you like, do what you will--I wouldn't have the ef­ frontery to attempt td guide or influ­ ence you." ; Lanyard kept himself in hand with considerable difficulty. 1 "But you?" he asked. "Where1 dc you come in?" ^ Wertheimer lounged back In h!« chair and laughed quietly. *N<&ed you ask? Must I recall to you the founda­ tions of my prosperity? You had the name of it glib enough on your tongue that night in the Rue Chaptal. When you've done your work you'll come to me and split the proceeds fairly--and as long as you do tj|ftt, never a syllable will pass my lips!" "Blackmail!" "Oh, if you insist! Odd. how dis­ pleasing I find that word!" Abruptly the adventurer got to his feet "By God!" he cried, "I'd" better get out of this before I do TOU an in- jury." The door slammed behind him on a room ringing with Wertheimer'* un­ affected laughter * I" •! 1. |:fc§y;r CHAPTER XXVI. 1$:... .and since the old . :s^.';5!home before long, M ' ' la Pais, man's sailing for 'i3 home before long, it was naturally . time for him to unbosom himself rath- ffv '•. er thoroughly to the one he leaves to '• • act for him in London and Paris. I v ' • never suspected our power before he i began to talk." Lanyard, watching the man-closely, s would have sworn he bad never seen one more sober. He was indescribably perplexed by this ostensible candor-- ;j§> mystified and mistrustful. -• "And then there's this to be consid­ ered, from your side." Wertheimer re­ sumed with the most businesslll^e man­ ner. "You can work with us without being obliged to deal in any way with >;-«• .'^e old maQ or De MorWhan <>r Popi- '"*V not; you nee(^ never speak to either of Struck by the strangeness of this maneuver, he looked quickly round, to recognize the moonlike mask of De Morbihan grinning sardonicall |̂it him over the steering wheel Qf the black car. A second hasty glance discovered four men In the back. With ho time to identify them, Lanyard questioned their origin as little as their malign intent -- Belleville bullies, beyond doubt, drafted from Popinot's bat­ talions, with orders to bring in the Lone Wolf, dead or alive. He had instant pr6of that his appre­ hensions were unexaggerated. Of a sudden De Morbihan cut out his en­ gine's muffler and turned loose his electric horn. Between the deep- chested detonations of the exhaust and the mad, blatant'yowling of the warn­ ing a hideous clamor echoed and re- anvl brought his pistol into readiness. Tbpping the brow of the incline, ho heard above the whine of his motor the sharp clatter of a hojrse's hoofs and surmised that at Jast the police had given chase.. And then, on a slight down-grade, though he took it at perilous speed and seemed veritably to ride the wind, the pursuing macline, aided by its great­ er weight, began to close in still more rapidly. Momentarily tbe hoarse roar- ing of its motor sounded ipore loud and menacing. It became a mere ques­ tion of seconds. Then inspiration of despair came to him, as wild as any that was ever conceived by hrain of man. They approached a point where a. dense plantation walled the road on the left. To the right, a wide footwalk of asphalt separated the drive from a echoed in that quiet street--a racket • gentle declivity, sown with saplingsi, in which the report of a revolver-shot j running down to the lake, was drowned out and went unnoticed i Rising in his place. Lanyard slipped Lanyard himself might have been un- * from under him the heavy water-prpof aware of it had he not caught, out of cushion that fitted the seat. :.V "fe'iv-.f. ; 't i-' }4W them. Bannon will never cross the ' Atlantic again, and .you can do pretty much as you like, within reason--sub­ ject to my approval, that is." One of us Is nUad," Lanyard com­ mented profoundly. "One of us is blind to his best inter- ts," Wertheimer amended with en- ire good humor. ; Perhaps. Let It go at that. I'm ot interested---jlerer did care for fairy tales " . « "Don't go yet Thar* is stiU much to be said on both sides of oar argu­ ment." "Has there beoa oneT** "Besides. I promised jrou news (ran Antwerp" i^ "" T" "To be s»re." Lanyard satd. and paused, his curiosity at length en- i faged. Wertheimer delved into the breast­ pocket of his dress coat and produced A blue t®lftgraph-form, handing it to the adventurer. Of even date, from Antwerp, it read: "Underworld, Paris: Greggs arrest­ ed today, boarding steamer for Amer tea, after desperate struggle. Killed himself immediately afterward Poison. No confession.--Q. 2." "Underworld?" Lanyard queried blankly. "Our telegraphic address, of coarse. Z' is oar chief factor in Ant«%rp." ,"Bo they got Greggs!" "Btupid oaf!" Wertheimer observed; "I've no sympathy to waste on hipi. The whole affair was a blunder." "But you got Greggs out and Iwumed Troyon's--" ^ "Still our friends at the prefecture Weren't satisfied Something must kave roused their suspicions " "You don't know what?" "There must have been a leak some- ^ r h e r e -- ^ . ' • * • "If so. it would certainly have led the police to me. after all the paln« you were at to saddle me with tbe, Crime. There's something odder than tncrc treachery in this. Mr. Wert- feelmer." c "Perhaps >ui're right," said the oth- |r thoughtfully. w ... *4^0 4. d^R w^U the War. Lanyard, weary with futile cruis­ ing, and being in the neighborhood of the Madeleine, sought the cab-rank there and moodily took his place >at its end, silencing the motor and re­ lapsing into morose reflection so pro­ found that nothing about him claimed place in his consciousness. Thus it was that a brace of furtive thugs were able to slouch down the rank, scrutinizing It covertly, but in detail, pause opposite Lanyard's car under pretext of lighting cigarettes, identify him to their satisfaction, and take themselves hastily oft--all with­ out his knowledge. And not -until they had quite disap­ peared did the driver of the cab ahead dare warn him. Lounging back carelessly, the latter looked the adventurer over inquis ltively. "It is, then," he Inquired civilly. when Lanyard at length glanced around, annoyed by subconsciousness of the other's stare, "that you are in the bad books of that good General Popinot, my friend?" ""Eh--what's that you say?" Lan­ yard exclaimed, showing a counte­ nance of blank misapprehension. The man nodded wisely. "He who is at odds with Popinot," he observed, "does well not to sleep in public. You did not see those two who passed just now and took your number--rats of Montmartre, if I kuuw my Paris! You were dreaming, my friend, and it is my impression that only the presence of those two flics over the way prevented your im­ mediate assassination. If I were you, I should go away very quickly, and never stop till 1 had put stout walls between myself and Popinot." A chill of apprehension sent a shiver stealing down Lanyard's spine. "You're sure?" "But of a certainty, my old one!" "A thousand thanks." ^ Jumping down, the adventurer cranked the motor, sprang back to his seat, and was* off like a hunted hare. And when, more than an hour later, he brought, his panting car to a pause in a quiet and empty back street of the Auteuil quarter, after a course that had involved the better part Of Paris, it was with the conviction that he had beyond question shaken off pursuit- had there, in fact, been any attempt made to follow him. He took advantage of that secluded spot to substitute false numbers for those he was licensed to display; then, at more sedate pace, followed the line of the fortifications northward as far as La Muette, where, branch­ ing off, he sought and..made a circuit of two sides of the private park en­ closing the home of Mme. Omber. But the mansion showed no lights and there was nothing in tbe aspect of the lodge and carriage entrance to lead him to believe that the cbate laine had as yet returned to Paris. Now the night was still young, but Lanyard had his cab to dispose of and not a few other essential details to arrange before be cjuld take definite steps toward the reincarnation of the Lone Wolf. Picking a most circumspect route across the rlvef*"--via the Pont Mlra- beau--to the all-night telegraphic bu­ reau in the Rue de Greneile, be dis­ patched a cryptic message to the min ister of war, then with the same pains to avoid notice made back toward the Rue des Acacias. But it wasn't^pos­ sible to recross the Seine covertly-- in effect, at least--without returning the way he had come--a long detour that irked his Impatient spirit to con­ template. Unwisely he elected to cross by way of tbe Pont des Invalide»--hm^ unwisely was borne In upon htm aP most as soon as he turned from the brilliant Quai de la Conference U>tc the darkling Rue Francois Premier; he had won scarcely twenty y&rds from the corner when, with a rush, it* motor purring like some great tiger cat, a pdwerful toyring car swept up from behind, drew abreast, but instead ot passing, checked speed until its Pace^aB eyen with his, oytu. . the corner of his eye, a flash of Are that spat out at him like a flaming ser­ pent's tongue, and heard the crash of the window behind him falling inward, shattered. ^ That the shot had no immediate suc­ cessor was due almost wholly to Lan irardrs instant and Instinctive action. Even before the clash of broken glass registered -on his consciousness, he threw in the high sp&ed and shot away like a frightgped greyhound. So sudden was this move that it caught De Morbihan himself unpre­ pared. In an instant Lanyard had ten yards' lead. In another he was spin ning on two wheels round an! acute corner into the Rue Jean Goujon; and in a third, as he shot through that short block to the Avenue d'Autin, had increased his lead to fifteen yards. But he could never hope to better that-- rather the contrary. The pursuer was the more powerful car, and captained, to boot, by one reputed to be the most daring and skillful motorist in France. As he swung from the Avenue d'An- Then,: edging ever to the left of the middle of the road, abruptly he shut off power and applied the brakes with all his might. Prom its terrjflc speed the taxicab came to. a stop almobt within its length. Lanyard was thrown forward against the wheel, but having braced in anticipation, escaped injury and, ef­ fected instant recovery. The car of the Apaches was upon him in a pulse beat. With no least warning of his intention, be Morbihan had no time to employ brakes. Lan­ yard saw its dark shape flash past the windows of his cab and heard a shout of triumph. Then, with all his might, he flung the heavy cushion across that Scant space, directly into the face of De Morbihan. 4t flew straight Mid true. In alarm, unable to comprehend the nature of that great, dark, whirling mass, De Morbihan attempted to lift a warding elbow. He was too slow-- the cushion caught him full force on the side of the head, and before he could recover or guess what he was doing, he had twisted the wheel sharp ly to tbe right. The car, running at little less than locomotive' speed, shot like a projectile from a cannon's mouth acros,s that strip of sidewalk, caught its'right fore wheel against a sapling, swung heavilv broadside to the drive, and turned completely over as it shot down the gentle slope to tbe lake. The terrific crash of this catastrophe was followed by a hideous chorus of oaths, shrieks, cries and groans. Promptly Lanyard started hhi motor "I'd better Qet Our of This Before I Do You an Injury." tin into the Rond Point des Chainps- Elysees, tbe nose of the pursuing car inched up, snoring, on his right, ef­ fectually preventing any attempt to strike off toward the east, to the boule vards and tbe center of the city's night life. He had no choice but to fly west­ ward. He cut an arc round the sexpartite park of the Rond Point that lost no inch of advantage, and straightened out up the Avenues des Champs-Ely sees for the Place de I'Etoile, shooting madly in and out through the tide of more leisurely traffic. And ever the motor of the touring car purred con­ tentedly just at his elbow. If there were police about, Lanyard saw nothing of them--not that he would have dreamed of stopping or even of checking speed for anything less than an immovable barrier. But as tbe minutes sped it became apparent that there was to. be no re­ newed attempt upon his life for the time being. The pursuers could afford to wait. And It came then to Lanyard that he drove no more alone. Death rode with him. his passenger. Only when in full course for the Porte Dauphine did he appreciate De Morbihan'a design. He was to be rushed out into the midnight solitudes of the Bois de Boulogne and there run down and slain out of hand Now and again glances over his shoulder showed him no change In the gap between his tow# and the car of the--assassins, \ fevfi his motor ran sweet and true--humoring it. coaxing it. he contrived a little longer to hold his own. Approaching the Porte Dauphine. he became aware of two sergents de ville standing in the middle of the way an(| wildly waving their arms. He held oa toward them relentlessly--It was theifc lives or his--and tfaey leaped' aside barely in time to save themselves. And as he slipped Into the park like a hunted shadow he fancied that , he Ifa^rd the sound of a pistol shot-- whether directed at himself by the Apaches, or fired by the police to lend emphasis to their indignation, be couldn't say. Bending low over the wheel, search­ ing with anxious eyes tbe shadowed reaches of that winding drive, he steered for a time with one hand while with the other he tore open bis ulster • • M.. • ..-.•••..-.as;. A Flasfi of £lre 8pat Out at Him. anew and, trembling in every limb, ran on for several hundred yards But time pressed, and the usefulness of his car was at an end as far as he was concerned; there was no saying bow many times its Identity might not have been established in the course of that wild chase through Paris, or bow soon the police might contrive to over haul and apprehend hifri; arid as soon as a bend hi the road shut off the scene of the wreck, be stopped finally, jumped down, and ^plunged headlong into the dark midnight heart of tbe Bois, seeing its silences where trees stood thickest and lights were few. Later, like some furtive, worried creature of the night--panting, dis­ heveled. his rough clothing stained and muddied--he slunk across an open space a mile from his point of disap pearance. dropped cautiously down to the dry bed of the moat, climbed as stealthily the slippery Bide of the for­ tifications. darted across the inner boulevard, and began to describe a wide arc to bis destination, the Omber bouse. , pressujjfaw'y eirtfSd Ms* by Lac/ Shan­ non--at all events, they hadn't waited for Lanyard to demonstrate his wiil. They hadn't bothered to declare wat, with less warning than a rattlesnake gives they had struck--out of the dark --at his back. And so-^Lanyardh swore grimly- even so would he strike, now that it was bis turn. In this temper he ar- rjv§dt past one in the morning, under the walls of the Omber place; Now if It were violation of the ten- ets, of his craft to revisit premises once successfully entered, he showed them at least the prudent deference of selecting a fresh point of attack--one chosen earlier, in the course of his first circtti| of the walls. It hadn't es­ caped him then that this brick-and- plaster construction was in bad re­ pair; he had marked down several places where tne weather had eaten the outer coat of plaster altogether away. At the first of these, midway between 'the avenue and the junction of the side streets, he hesitated. As he had foreseen, the mortar that bound the wall together was crumbling. It was no great task to work loose one of the exposed bricks, establishing a foothold to a position whence his other hand, gloved, could seine the top of the wall, cast the clster neatly over the glass-toothed upper curbing and, thus protected, swing himself bodily atop the thing. But there, momentarily, he paused in doubt. In that singularly exposed and comfortless position, poised ten feet above the lifeless Btreet on the one hand and with the black mystery of the neglected park on the other, he was seized and shaken by a sudden and unpresaged revulsion of feeling in no way colored by any sort of alarm. He #as afraid of himself--he, the grim and deadly thing that walked by riight, the Lone Wolf, the creature; of pillage and rapine, the scourged slave of that self which knew no law. And for a little longer he lingered there in trembling, not knowing whether he was to go back or go forward. The.nL slowly that terror passed like the lifting of a nightmare from the brain of a sleeper, and with a st*rt, with a little shiver and a sigh. Lan­ yard went forward as one driven. Dropping to the ground with an im­ pact muffled by the soft, damp turf, he made himself one with the shadows of the park, as silent, as intangible, as fugitive as they, until presently he came out beneath the stars, on the open lawn running up to the wing'that housed the library. Prom one of the library windows a shallow stone balcony jutted out eight feet above the lawn--a height so insig­ nificant that, with one bound, grasping its stone balustrade, the adventurer was upon it in a brace of seconds^ Nor did the windows--long French windows, opening Inward--offer any considerable obstacle; a penknife ex­ peditiously removed the old. dry putty round one of the small, lozenge-shaped panes, then dislodged the pane itself; his hand -through this opening readily found and turned the latch; a cautious pressure created an opening between the two wings wide enough to permit the passage of his body, and--he stood inside tbe library, refastening the latch. He had made no sound and, thanks to thorough prior acquaintance' with tbe combination of the safe, he heeded no light. The screen of cinnabar af­ forded bim all the protection he re­ quired; and because he meant to ac­ complish his purpose and be out of the house with, almost inconceivable swift­ ness, he didn't even trouble to explore the household--beyond a swift and casual survey of the adjoining salons. The clock In the reception hall chimed the three-quarters as he en­ sconced himself between screen and safe and grasped the combination- knob. . L - , BOt he did not turn It. That mellow music died out slowly and left him unstirrlng in the silence and gloom, his eyes staring wide into blackness at nothing, his jaw set and rigid, his knit­ ted forehead damp with sweat, his hands so tightly clenched that the nails bit painfully into the tlesh of his palms, while he looked back over the abyss that yawned between the Lone Wolf of tonight and the man who had, within the week, knelt before that safe in company witt. the woman he loved, bent on making restitution of his theft that his 80dl might be saved through her faith in him. He closed his eyes to shut, out the accusing darkness, and knelt on un­ stirrlng, save as hfc shuddered now and again with the sickness of a strong man rent in the conflict of man's dual nature. Minutes passed without his knowl­ edge in tbe crisis of that struggle. But $t length be grew more calm; his hands relaxed, the muscles of his brow smoothed out. he breathed more slowly* and more deeply, his set lips parted and through them a' profOtmd sigh escaped, whispering thorough the stillness. A great weariness was upon £im as he rose slowly and-heavily from the tloor and stood erect, no longer the slave of self, but its master, free at last and for all time from that ancient evil which so long had held.his soul Jn bondage. And then, in that moment of victory, through the deep hush reigning in tllat house, he hea I the sound ;>f an incau­ tious fodtfall on the parquetry Of the hallway. &s bad detect** • .ntlo lhrt. ter of discordance, sounding a note of stealth--such a note as no move of his own since entering had evoked. And while T,anyard stood at alert at tentioh the sound was repeated tram a point less distant This nfew intruder WHS movivg through the salons to the library. In two svift strides Lanyard left the shelter of the screen and ensconced himself In the recess of one of the tall windows, behind its heavy velvet hang­ ings. That movement could have been timed no more precisely bad it been rehearsed. He was .. barely in hiding when a share of shadow slipped into Some Have to 1WAlmost. Mrs. Coniey Got Help. on Until How ; iV,/ CHAPTER XXVII. 4 On /the Back Trail. Innocent of either satisfaction or Hliy BUM w» .. -- u Or v. M.w vSCwpC and the downfall of his, enemies. Lan yard's mood was dark. The longar ho pondered tbe affair, tbe more inex­ plicable it bulked to his understand­ ing. He bad never expected to defy the Pack and get off lightly; but be had anticipated nrf overt attempt to discipline bim pending proof of insin­ cerity in his purpose to reform A re­ tired competitor Isn't to be feared. isMther Wertheimer hadn't believed bim or Bannon had rejected the report He Lingered There In Trembling. the library, paused beside the massive desk and raked the room with a pow­ erful flash-lamp. Its initial glare struck full add dazzlingly into Lanyard's eyes as he peered through a narrow opening in the portiere. When at length his vision cleared the other was kneellnc in turn before the safe--or, rather, rising from a kneeling position there, for more light was needed, and this one, lacking the patience of his studious caution, turned back to the desk, seized the electric reading lamp and transferred It to the floor between the safe and the screen. But even before she had' put down the lamp Lanyard had recognised the woman; before the swift flood of light followed the dull click of the switch he knew that she was Lucy Sharon. He felt dazed, half-stunned, tfuffattt- ed--much as he had felt with Greggs' fingers tightening on his windpipe that week-old night at Troyon's. For an instant he experienced fsM difficulty about breathing and was conscious of slcklsh throbbing in hit temples, while the pounding in his bosom was as the tolling of a great bell. He stared, swaying like a ma* who has been struck a.heavy,blow. In one breath he swore it could not, and knew it must, be she. (TO BE CONTINUED.* ^ ^ COCKNEY AN OLD DIALECT , CHAPTER XXVIII. " A Meeting by the Safe. It "was a sound so slight, so very small and still, that only a supersnbtle sense of hearing could have distin guished It from the confused multiplic­ ity of almost inaudible, interwoven sounds, that go to make the slumber­ ous quiet by night of that essentially animate organism, the human habit*- Hnn Lanyard, whose training had taught him how to listen, had wirly learned that the nocturnal husli of onef. *use is to be differentiated from that of an­ other as readily as the respiration »f two sleepers may be discriminated. He knew that every houte had Its singu­ lar cadence, its own gentle movement of Hint-ad but harmonious sounds wherein the o Introduction of alien sounds produced Instant discord Now, in the muted voict> ol this vast r. .'.A& Write/ Asserts That Peculiar Pronun­ ciations Have Been in t\_ Hundreds of Years. Cockney speech has found a defen­ der in Mr. Mackenzie MacBride. who undertakes to show that Cockney tk no modern dialect or corrupted form of the King's English, but that it Is of ancient and honorable lineage run­ ning back for nearly a thousand yevrs. , It is pointed out that when the son "born within the sound of Bow Bells." says "thet" for "that," "benk" for "bank," and "byliff" for "bailiff," he is really guilty of no corruption o# the English language, since these pro­ nunciations have obtained not only l# London but in Kent and 8urrey for hundreds of years. In like manner is justified "abahf and "ahtside" for "about" and "out­ side." It is suggested that many Lon­ doners have been laughed out of thess "ancient and excellent" pronunci* tlons: Mr. MaeBride earnestly urges them not to change their speech b* cause of any uncalled-for animadrsr aions against It. Whether Mr. MacBride be correct cr not in bis contentions, it is a fact tbft Cockney has survived for many cefv turies in the midst of speech that Pi deemed more cultured. It is a curious fact that in the Bahama islands, which were settled! more than 200 years ago by Londoners, the Cockney speech Is as strong as H is in Cheapside. Groped in the Dark. An Investigation of the beginning* of big business men has been conduct­ ed for the American Magazine Hugh S. Fullerton. "An astonishing feature of this In­ vestigation," he says, "is that so few of these men who have attained large successes remember the turning potot in their lives until it Is recalled t» them. 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She an* nounced that it was her intention t# develop her own soul and that she in* •• if• tended to get an education from real '-, life and not one the whole significance * o f w h i c h l a y i n a c o l l e g e d i p l o m a . M i s s r - : Wilson registered in letters and scip •*',r ences at the university last August^ .• * but after a few months decided that", her studies were hampering rathejr; than assisting her mental growth. So, despite tbA wishes of her. parents, she left the classroom.^--San Francisco Chronicle. Girls Quickly Led to the Alter. For the fifth time in two' years John Engelsberg, proprietor of a Cabaret In Panama city, has come to New York for more cabaret girls Ow­ ing to the scarcity of girls on the isthmus and the attractiveness of the singers none of the four previous as­ sortments have remained true to their art, and single, tor more than Si* months. * Former Waste to Be Utilized. 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