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The Major arrives at the •hop of a blacksmith, who ia friendly, and knows the Lady of the Blended Rose. Captain Grant and rangers search black­ smith shop in vain for the spy. Law­ rence joins the minute men. Grant and his train are captured by the minute men. Lawrence is made prisoner by an Indian ^-and two white men, who lock him in a •trong cell. Peter advises Lawrence not to attempt to escape aB "some one" would send for him. Grant's appearance (adds fflystery to the combination of cir­ cumstances. Lawrence again meets the Lady of the Blended Rose, who informs him that he is 1n her house: and that ahe •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 rtiarr across t"he thres­ hold. Col. Mortimer, father of the Lady of tha 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 or war. Law­ rence escapee through plans arranged by the Lady and sees Grant attack Miss 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 villany revealed. Lawrence returns to Valley Forge, where learns more of Grant's perfidy. Washington forces Clinton at battle and Lawrence gets trace of Eric Mortimer. The battle of llonmouth. Miss Mortimer defies Fagin. and maddened by the man's brutal words, •hoots him and escapes. Immediately the battle is on, and Lawrence's party, out­ numbered, are reduced to three men when the arrival of the Camden militia, with Farrell, completes rout of Fagin's Party. CHAPTER XXXIV--Continued. I experienced no great difficulty, my Strength coming back rapidly. There Was a pounded Dragoon leaning •gainst the' wall, and half-way down the ball lay another body, face down. Without doubt this was the guard Fa- gin had stationed there. Duval paused to help the wounded man, but Farrell and I moved on across the dead guard to thp open door beyond. Colonel Mortimer, unable to move, was propped up on his pillow, one hand grasping a pistol. With shaking arm he levelled it at us. "Who are you? Quick, now!" he quavered. "I've shot one, and I'm good for more." / "You know me, Colonel," and Far­ rell stepped inside. "I am 'Bull' Far- Tell; thiB is Major Lawrence." He looked at us with dull eyes, his hand falling weakly. "Farrell--Farrell--surely, the black­ smith. What Lawrence? The--the of­ ficer Claire knows?" Te«; he's a rough-looking object I Colonel Mortimer Was Propped Up on His Pillow, One Hand Grasping a Pistol. admit, but there has been a flght down below, sir, in which he had a share. We've Just cleaned out Red Fa- ffin^i gang. We came up here to tell thejkood news to you and your daugh­ ter/^ The Colonel's bead sank back upon the mussed pillow. "My daughter--Claire--6b« is ©ot here." "Not here!" 1 cried, aroused by the admission. "Did she not return to you?" "No; ttyey came for her to to down stairs--a tall man with a blaofk beara. and two others. They, took her &a£ay an hour ago, and 1 have seeto notMijts . of henoslnce. 1--heard th^&ota, the sound of fierce fighting, but couia~^et move from the bed Tell roe. Major, what has become of my little girl?" "I do not know," 1 confessed, gaz­ ing about in bewilderment. "She came up the stairs, I am sure. It was juBt as the tight began, and I had scarce­ ly a moment tt> observe anything be- fcit we were at it fiercely. She shot r»Ktu down, and then ran." t "Sl\ot Fagin! Claire!" "Yes; she justified. Had she bet acted so ttuickly I would have done so myfeeiff He was forcing her into marriage.' "Into marriage! With w "Captain Grant," I answered pas­ sionately. "It was a deliberate plot, although he pretended to be innooent, and a helpless prisoner. Later the man fought with the outlaws against us; after Jones was killed he even as­ sumed command." "He has been hand and glove with those fellows from the first, Colon*!;" chimed in Farrell hoarsely. "I've known it, and told Lawrence so a month ago. I only hope he was killed down below. But what can have be­ come of Claire?" "She never passed along here," In­ sisted Mortimer, "for I haven't taken my eyes from that door." "Then she is hiding somewhere in those front rooms. Come on, Law­ rence, and we'll search them." We went out hurriedly, leaving the wounded man lying helplessly on the bed, and stepped carelessly across the dead sentinel lying in the hallway. The memory of Peter recurred to me. He was not the kind to desert his mis­ tress at such a time. Stopping Far­ rell, I stepped back to Inquire. The Colonel opened hia eyes wearily at sound of my voice. "He is not here," he explained slow­ ly. "Both Peter .and Tonepah were sent away to find a surgeon, and have not returned. We anticipated no dan­ ger here with Captain Grant present" I ground my teeth savagely togeth­ er, falling the treachery of the lat­ ter, his insults to Claire, his deceiv­ ing of Brie, his stealing of papers, hoping thus to ruin his own Colonel, his alliance with Fagin, his selling of British secrets. Here was a villain through and through and I hoped he had already paid the penalty. If not, I vowed the man Bhould never escape. But the thought of the missing girl came back, driving all else from my mind. She was in none of those rooms we searched, nor did we discover the slightest evidence of her having been there. As I stood in the door of the deserted music-room staring helpless­ ly about, a sudden possibility occurred to me. Ay! that must be the truth, the full explanation of her vanishing. She' had com^ flying up the stairs, frightened, desperate--so far as she knew, alone against Fagin's unscrupu­ lous band. She had not returned to her father, or escaped by way of the hall. Where then could she have gone? The secret staircase, down which she had hurried me, and which was known only to herself, Eric and Peter. I gripped Farrell's arm eagerly. "You know this house well--did you ever hear of secret passages in it?" "I hate heard it whispered in gos­ sip," he answered, "that such were here In the old Indian days. Why?" "Because it is true. The girl hid me here from Grant And that is where we will find her. The opening is there by the false chimney, but I have no conception of bow It works; she made me turn my back while she operated the mechanism." He stooped down, and began search along the fireplace, and I joined him. Together our hands felt over every inch of surface. There was no re­ sponse, not even a crack to guide .us. At last be glanced aside, and our eyes met "Who knew of this beside Claire V he asked. "Eric and the servant Swanson. She told me^ghe and her brother discov­ ered it by accident through reading an old memoranda." "And the colonel is not aware of its existence?" "I understand not Do you know if the boy lives?" He left the room, and I heard his voice calling down the stairs, but did not distinguish the words of reply. I was still on my knees when he re­ turned. "He Is alive, but unconscious, Law­ rence. Do you consider it impossible for her td^scape from here alone, pro­ viding she took refuge in this place?" "1 could find no opening, except un­ derground, and that is blocked now." 1 shuddered at the thought "Besides, she nAist be in utter darkness, for I used all the candles." "Then we must get axes, and cut our way in. Wait here, and I will bring up some of the men." 1 straightened up as he left the room, and my eyes looked into a Tmall mirror above the open grate. Good Heavens! Could that be my re­ flection ! Bareheaded, my face streaked '1th blood and dirt, my coat rags, my hirt ripped ttf the waist. 1 scarcely /looked human. In sudden burst of anger I reached out and gripped the mirror, jerking it savagely. Then I sprang back. Slowly, with a faint click of the mechanism, the mantel­ piece was swinging open. from below. Could she be there? Was there any other secret passage by which she could have disappeared ? I shuddered at memory of what it meant to be shut up In that dismal hole, without the companionship of light Fearful of some accident I paused long enough to wedge a heavy piece of furniture in the opening, and then, shading the bit of candle, began griping my way down. I had reached the lower floor before the flickering yellow rays revealed any evidence of her presenoe. Then I saw a girl lying hejujjdgwn upon the table. My hand touchedTfer~arm before she moved, but then she faced me, wild-eyed, the pistol gleaming in the candle-light "Claire! Claire!" I exclaimed, startled at her sudden movement "Surely you know me." For the instant she did not, her eyes full of terror. "No! no!" she cried hysterically. "Oh, it cannot be! It is a dream! You --you--tell me who you are?" I caught her hand, the pistol fall­ ing to the floor, and placed the candle­ stick upon the table. . "It is no dream, dear. I am Allen Lawrence, and I have come for you. I know I look disreputable enough, but there has been fighting--surely you know me now." She caught her breath quickly, clinging to me with both hands--her eyes softening as she studied my face. "Allen--Allen Lawrence!" she re­ peated softly. "Oh, I can scarcely be­ lieve it true. Let me feel of you. I-- I believe I was going Insane--the dark, the awful dark, and, and no way out--no way out" "Yes, yes, I understand," I whis­ pered, drawing her to me. "' was hid­ den here once, remember. But It la over with now." "But--how did you find a way to me? I--I never thought until it was all over that I had shut myself in here to die. I was so frightened. I just ran and hid. Ob, you cannot conceive what I had gone through." She drew away from me, and again hid her face on the table. "Oh, but I can, Claire," and I bent over her, my hand fondling her hair. "I was there in the hall below, ready even then to act In you/ defense. I heard all that was said, saw all that was done." "You--you were there?" sobbing out the words. "You saw me kill him?" "Yes, and had you delayed another Instant I should have done It" "Then---then,she glanced up. tears dimming her eyes, "you do sot blame me? You do not think me a wicked wretch ?" "I think you a brave, noble woman." I burst forth. "How could I feel oth­ erwise? Look up, little girl; I want to see your face. No, don't shrink back from me. There is no cause ( know the whole story without your speaking a word. You asked me to come back to help you, and I came/' "Yes," she whispered, "I know. You have been so good." "Good! I loved you, dear. From the moment I lifted you out of the way of that mob In Philadelphia, I have loved you. I did not understand much that occurred, but I have never doubted you. Now I realize the cause of your masquerade and know you were justi­ fied. I can bring you good news--Eric is not a traitor, but was a prisoner, captured by Fagin, and held at Grant's request We found him bound and under guard out yonder, aa we ap­ proached the house." "And be is here now?" "Yes; he was hurt In the light and Is still unconscious, but will live." 'His reputation-- 'Is safe. Washington believes he brought him the news of Clinton's rojite of march, and will never know oraeHrtse." "Afraid of what?" and I caught her band in mine. "That a knowledge of what you were attempting to accom­ plish would turn me against you?" Her «y«s fell, shaded by the long lashes. "Yes; once, do you remember I al­ most began a confession, when you kpoke of your old-fashioned mother, and her conception of womanhood. How could I tell you then that I had dressed aa a man, and played the part of a spy? I--I thought you might de- splse me, and--and i "wished so to retain your respect It was an acci­ dent we were with Delavan that night. We were endeavoring td waylay a courier, and rode suddenly into his party. I had to invent a tale on the spur of the moment. Major Lawrence, now that you know all, tell me the one thing I must know before we join thfe others--would you wish your own sister to do as I have done?" "Not to pass through the dangers, surely," I returned eagerly, "but I should rejoig£i(at heh loyalty, and be proud of her. dairW^Clalr^, there has never been in mv iheart aUght but love for you. As Lady ofithe lJlended Rose, as daughter of a'^c^fonel of Queen's Rangers, even In the disguise of a dragoon, I have never questioned the depth of your womanhood. Once I guessed you a British spy, yet ceased not to love you. Am I to have my reward? You know little of me, as you say, but as an officer and a gentle­ man, I ask you to repeat again what you whispered to me onoe yonder un­ der the stars--do you remember, dear?" "It was only to compel you to leave me." "And now It Is an Invitation to re­ main." Her eyes were uplifted to mine. Slowly I drew her toward me, her arms were upon my shoulders, and our lips met. "I love you," she said slowly. "Yes, dear, I love you." Above us, his head thrust through the opening, Farrell called: "Have you found her, major? Shall I come down?" "It's not necessary." "The colonel Is half crazy, and the boy is getting back his senses." We went up together, I bearing the candle in one hand, and helping her along the circular stairs with the other. In the upper hall I glanced below, but the bodies of the dead had been removed. Farrell stood bare­ headed, a great figure on his short legs. ^ "This has been a fine night's work," he said steadily, "the last of Fagin's gang." "Dead?" "Ay, and Grant with him--begging your pardon, mistress." Her eyes glanced from hia face into SOME OLD 71ME PREACHERS In Pioneer Days In Missouri Every Ol- wlflf Carried • Gun With Hi* v to Churoh. Nearly every pioneer preacher in Missouri was as expert in the"use of the rifle as any of the laymen, says a writer In the Globe-Democrat. Serv. Ices were usually held in a nelgh« bor's cabin. Notice of a "meeting" waa promptly and generally circu­ lated, and the settlers attended. uni­ formly bringing their rifles to guard against possible surprises or to ob­ tain game on the way to or from the service. The practice of carrying firearms was not abandoned or suspended even on the Sabbath. An old pioneer states that on one occasion religious serv­ ices were held In Saline county when the preacher proclaimed the gospel of pea,ce with his hand and his clothing covered with blood from a deer that he had killed and butchered/on bis way to the meeting that morning. The pioneer preachers labored with­ out money and without prfce. They gained their subsistence as did their neighbors, by the rifle and by their daily toll In the clearings and the corn fields Rev. Justinian Williams, Methodist and Rev. Peyton Nowlln and • Rev. Thomas Kinney, Baptists, were the first preachers In Saline county. They preached on Edmonson's Creek, and In the Big Bottom. "Old Man Now­ lln," as he was Wiled, was a sedate gentleman, dry aa to manners and ser­ mons, but with a kind heart and good Intention. His colleague, Kinney, however, waa of a; jovial disposition and very pop­ ular He was without literary at­ tainments, but invariably provoked his congregation to laughter. Nowlln took him to task upon one occasion for his levity. Kinney answered: "Well, I'd rather preach to laughing devils than to sleepy ones, as you do. You make them sleep and I make them laugh. My congregation will pass yours on the road to heaven. 1 bet you a coonskln they will." Stone Venus 20,000 Years Old. Prof. Camile Julian read a paper at the last meeting of the French Acad­ emy of Inscription describing the dlsA, covery in the Dordogne of the oldest known representation of the human form. The find was due to Dr. La- lanne, who has spen£ some time in excavating in the grottoes of Laussei. It consists of a piece of stone some eighteen inches high showing a baa relief of a woman, and is estimated to be at least 20,000 years old. The figure has been named the "Laussei Venus." Scientists believe the work CHAPTER XXXV. A Confession of Love. I ceuld scarcely believe my eyes as the mantel swung slowly outward, re­ pealing the black hole beyond. 1 glanced about helplessly, and sprang to the door to call back Fa reli He was not in the upper ball, but as my eyes swept its length 1 ?eu.6icbered a half-burned canui* In the ctamber op­ posite. By th*; time 1 returned with it lighted, the mantel had turned oo its pivot, leaving the way clear. The nar­ row stair was vaanu*., stretching down into the black depots. 1 listened, my heart throbbing, but no sound cams She arose to her feet, standing straight and slender before me. the flickering light of the candle on ber face. "Major Lawrenoe," she began, "I wish to get out of here--It seems like a grave to me--but I must speak first. Ob, I am, so glad I have accomplished what I endeavored to do for my broth­ er. Captain Grant tried to mak4 me believe him a deserter, but I would not. When he failed to come back to me as he had promised, I could hardly determine what my duty was. I knew his plans, his orders, and the thought came that I should carry these out myself. We looked sufficiently alike so that this could be done with little danger of discovery. He had uni­ forms concealed here, and I felt driven to impersonate him. I do not Insist that I did right; I do not know--only it seemed right to me. Then--then" her voice faltered, "I met you, ajfaln and again, and I--I began to <£mibt myself. I bad no one to confide in, no one to advise me. I was simply compelled to go^ ahead, and keep my own secret The only ones I knew I could absolutely trust were our old house servants." , "You doubted me, even?" "Yes, at first, but yo« must not blame me. We met strangely; you were a gentleman and a* officer; 1 felt sure of this, and was tempted oft- times to tell you my story. But before I dared do so, you--yeu spoke of other things and--and UMB I was aUatt." \y m Farrell 8tood Bareheaded, a Qreat Figure. "This Has Been a Fine Night's Work," He 8aid. mine, and my hand-clasp tightened It was thus we went in together, and stood opposite the colonel's bed. [THE END.] Is of the Aurignacian epoch between the ages of the mammoth and the reindeer, when the artist would have UBed sharpened flints as tools. Child's Clever Answer An 8-year-old pupil In the eighteenth district school showed a mentality 4u!te beyond her years in her draw­ ing class not lqng ago. The teacher read the children the fable of the hare and the tortoise and then asked them to Illustrate It Little Susan did her picture quickly and easily and was the first to hand one to the teacher. The teacher was surprised to find nothing on the pa­ per but a long winding path and • solitary tree. "Haven't you forgotten to finish your picture?" she asked of Susan. "No," said the youthful artist "Ths hare has Just gone by and the tortoise hasn't come along yet"--Milwaukee Free Press. County Clare. But the other, knowing the wondrous beauty of Kilkee. with the wild Atlantic surges beating on Its rugged coast with sublime grandeur, said: " 'It may be monotonous--but what a view you have!' "'View?' said the Kilkee resident 'No view whatever. Why, man, there's nothing at all between us and Amer­ ica* " Question of fteeing. Lady Gregory was discussing, in an Interview in New York, her Irish Players and their Irish plays. "Some people, it is evident," *be said, "dou't like our playB. agaln. ih.uk that the plays of John M. Syi.ge RAd W. B. Yeats are works of art--beautiful works of art It it a matter ot eyesight "It is like the two gentlemen on the American liner who fell into con­ versation. One complained about the monotony ot his horns, at KUfcs* in Gravitation. The great Newton himself did not pretend to know what gravitation Is. Hs only knew that it existed and he was able tp prove how It acted, but what it waa In and of Itself he never knew. Gravitation Is a law of nature, or a force acting in accordance with a law of nature, and that Id all that the wisest man is itbla to say abont it--unless he is pre^&r^d to talk non­ sense. It Is Ilk* »»l«»otrWty. W » kjo# perfectly well win eiecttcity itself does, but what electricity itself IstoAf- ties the profound est of scientists aiftl philosophers. After Fighting. Mistress--And be careful. N"or.h. that my chill doesn't fight thai little German boy on our block Now Nurse --Certainly, mum Which nationality do yea want him to be alter tight in'? DENVER BOYS KILL IW0 Y0UN6 BEARS Small Rifle and Knife Are Their , Weapons in Fight at Close Quarters. 1 Denver, Colo.--In a battle with a ferocious she cinnamon' bear and two cubs, with nothing but a keen dirk and a 22-caliber rifle as weapons, George McKillip, eighteen, and Win- field Roerlg, nineteen, two North Den­ ver boys, killed the cubs in Coal Creek canyon. » Winfield Roerig and George McKil­ lip started out hunting, and late in the afternoon, as the boys were lying in camp, they heard the sniff of a bear. Within a few yards of the rude­ ly constructed cabin they saw a mon­ ster mother bear and two cubs, pos­ sibly a year and a half old. George McKillip grabbed his little rifle and the Roerig boy seized a big dagger. The first shot at the mother bear took effect, but the bullet was so Only Had a Tendency to Anger the Beast. small it only had a tendency to anger the beast. Another shot from the rifle struck her on the nose, and then an­ other hit her In the head, but had no material effect. The fourth shot from the rifle so frightened her that she turned and ran up the mountain side. The cubs were then attacked. A shot from the rifle killed one of them and the other climbed a tree. George McKillip, the younger boy, bent on capturing the cub alive, climbed the tree, but the little animal made a pass at him with Its paw and started down. The lad jumped to the ground. The cub came down jand was killed by young Roerlg. DOG WARNS MEN OF PERIL Mongrel Beast Saves Them From Fire In a Tacoms (Wash.) Livery Stable. Tacoma, Wash.--Jack, a woolly brown dog that has been mascot at the Washington livery stable several years, was the hero of the fire by which the stables and Dr. Charles Baynes' horse, cat and dog hospital were completely destroyed, 17 horses burned to death and three valuable pedigreed dogs suffocated. Jack saved the lives of three men sleeping in the upper part of the stable. He emerged from the fire burned and blistered, having dashed through fierce flames to find means of escape, and leaped from a second story window to the sidewalk. The dog was swathed In bandages and given a soft bed at the home of Dr. Baynes. The pet dog, which is a mongrel, a cross between a bull terrier and a coach dog, was asleep on the main floor of the stable on a bed specially prepared for him when the fire broke out at 2:15 o'clock the other morning. The blaze spread rapidly and was dart­ ing in every corner of the building within 60 seconds after it started. Jack jumped from his bed and dash­ ed upstairs, where Anthony Lewtan, O. T. Blaney and Arthur Bels, stable­ men, were asleep. The dog harked and barked without waking the men. Then he jutnped on the bed and took faewtan's hand in his teeth, nipping it sharply in his effort to warn the men of fheir peril. When Lewtan awoke the room was filled with smoke and great tongues of fire could be seen sweeping toward the open door. The dog continued to bark. Lewtan hastily awoke Blaney and Bels and the men, partially dressed, made their way from the upstairs room to the stairway leading to the main floor of the stable. FLY HOLDS UP TEXAS TRAIN Swims in Porter's Coffee, Starts a Row, and Damage Suits Will Ensue. Waco, Tex.--One fly the other night delayed a passenger train, caused the arrest of a Pulman porter, and the avowed intensions of at least six pas­ sengers to sue the railroad company for damages. A southbound train due in Waco at 8 p. m. found the Pullman car, which it nightly picks up here, locked, the porter missing and angry passengers execrating thei company. 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