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THE PLANO STAR-COURIER
The Impossible Boy
By NINA WILCOX PUTNAM
(Copyright by Uobbg-MarrUl Co.)
i “And why, in the name of the *ra-
I oloue Madonna, were you locked up?"
| Inquired Pedro. "I cannot understand
it"
"There la some mysterious illegal
busirtHs afoot among that crowd," said
Hill thoughtfully. “They have got that
boat chock full of ammunition and
arms, and all under cover of being
pianos, and such stuff. It s against the
law, you know. They sail the day aft-
er tomorrow, at dawn, and as I had ac-
cidentally stumbled upon their tricks,
they decided to keep me safe until
they got away. I’ve no doubt they
prepare to pay up! When wITf you aee
her?”
"Tomorrow night there will be a
masquerade at the Milligans." replied
Pedro. “She is to be there.”
"Then tell her—" Hill began.
Hut Pedro stopped him, for every
moment was bringing them nearer to
the city, and he had not yet flulsh«4.
"I will," said he. “Hut listen now
to my own part of the story. You peo-
ple kuow nothing about me. Weir, I
am—but no. I shall uot say that until
1 have to. Hut this 1 must tell you.
By Borne strange circumstance, the
CHAPTER XIII—Continued.
I
Trxing not to seem over-eager, he
tooi* a and read the postmark and the
■l£S0WTr&: It was Hill’s and came
from Mersey City! At last the scent
was getting warm. What good for-
tune! But he must not seem too
anxious, or she might grow reticent.
Diplomacy, diplomacy!
"You are treated better than 1 am!"
he complained whimsically. “I haven’t
even bad a card! But then, you are
a lady, which makes all the difference.
Ah! woman, lovely woman! How you
fascinate and abuse us!"
She giggled self-consciously.
“So this is the latest news of Hill!'’
said Pedro. “I suppose you write to
each other frequently?"
“Well, no!” said she. “You see, I’m
engaged. 1 told Mr. Sam it was use-
less, but he’s so persistent.”
She giggled again.
“Poor Sam!” said Pedro. “You are
very cruel!”
“Do you happen to know hia Jersey
address?" she asked, thereby giving
Pedro the Information he wanted, to
wit: that she was unaware of Hill's
present whereabouts.
“Qh! he was only there for a day!”
said Pedro, putting the coin which she
indicated out of his handful, upon the
counter. "He might drop in here any
time. If he does, tell him Pedro was
asking for him, will you? Aud now
good-by; I must be off!”
As Pedro joined his waiting com-
panion outside he was met w’ith a
string of reproaches.
“Never before have I seen you
tarry so long with a woman, oh,
waster of precious moments!" said
Beau-Jean. “How shall it benefit
thee?”
“It has already done so!" declared
Pedro. “Come, hasten with me. We
are going to Jersey City. I shall, ex-
plain on the way."
So off they went to the ferry, Mr.
Jones, the inadvertent detective, shuf-
fling after.
To discover where the picture post-
card had been purchased would have
been almost impossible; but to locate
the district in which it had been
mailed was easy enough, and that,
combined with the hour which had
been stamped upon it, was sufficient
evidence to show that Sam had been
near the water-front at some time be-
tween eight and ten o’clock on the
evening of the previous Monday. Con-
sequently, the next problem that con-
trolled them was what Hill had done
•fftens' 5ropping this exquisite chromo
district "X” pillar-box? Pedro
at oiw'tried to picture his own prob-
able actions were he to find himself
in such a district at such an hour,
with, presumably, no company but Mr.
Jones! Ah! of course! the cabarets
—the saloons of the dance! That
seemed the obvious answer, but he
consulted with Beau-Jean, to be cer-
tain. . . . Yes, Beau-Jean would
make straight for the cafes, and Hill
had probably done the same.
Thus it came about that the shades
of evening found them loitering from
one low-browed ramshackle dive to
another, ever inquiring for Hill, of
whom they found no further sign*.
Finally, when nine o’clock had come,
and still nothing had been discovered,
Beau-Jean suggested that they post-
pone their effort until the following
day, and rest their weary brains and
bodies for a while. But Pedro would
have none of these suggestions.
“But I am hungry!” protested the
giant. “Here it is, of an hour, and xve
have eaten nothing since noon. More-
over. the bear is famished. Presently
he will begin to growl.”
"Well,” admitted Pedro reluctantly,
"J am hungry myself. Let us go and
cat and smoke. Afterward, we shall
feel more inclined to search. Where
shall we go?”
“I think there is a lunch-wagon
<lown by the dock,” said Beau-Jean,
“let us make an examination.”
“All right,” Pedro assented, and they
set off at a brisk pace, in the direction
of the lights.
Sure enough, there waB a lunch-
wagon backed up against the ferry-
house, and as they approached, it took
on an increasingly familiar air. Pe-
dro's Interest was now quickened by
more than the thought of food. Where
had he seen that gaudy decoration be-
fore? . . . Holy saints! it was his
own! At the same instant Beau-Jean
recognized the movable hostelry of Mr.
Isaac Lovejoy, with a whoop of glee,
and they quickened their pace to a
run. The worthy proprietor was occu-
pied in serving a pair of customers—
car conductors, or ferrymen, they ap-
'toraft, to be—but when he caught
eigW of Pedro he dropped the slice
of flte-pkin pie that he was in the act
of transferring from platter to plate,
and, entirely disregarding this small
mishap, he stretched out both hands
to the boy, a broad smile of welcome
spreading over his now rudely face.
“Well, well, l'm blessed!” he cried.
“The great little feller! and the big
husky one, too! Well, well, ain't this
grand? Come In, come In and eat.
It certainly does my eyes good ter see
you.”
A very different person from the fat
but despondent lunch-wagoner whom
Pedro had met In the grimy little sub-
urban square was the present sniping
and prosperous I. Lovejoy, who
beamed, who laughed, who pressed
his best viands upon them. True, he
was still very fat—fatter than ever
hut the world had gone well with him.
and he seemed to have used his smil-
ing likeness on the wagon's exterior
as an example to bft lived up to.
11 • TVh L..;.»rre '*£11 1rn v
off here?” he asked, when they had
eaten.
«» «* _ » v* — n ti rl
then, locking into the honest, red face, I
decided to give his confidence and re-
lated the cause of their sudden appear-
ance In the wilderness of the Jersey
docks.
“You don't say!" said the fat man,
who had listened with great Interest
and attention. “Ypu don't say! Why,
I seen the very feller! A likely-lookin’
chap he was, too—and a friend of my
glrl'e.”
“Really? What good fortune!" cried
Pedro. And then Lovejoy went on to
describe the meal that Hill had eaten
with him.
“And what are you a-goin’ to do
now?” he concluded.
“I don’t quite know,” admitted Pe-
dro, “but what you have told us makes
me sure that we are ou the right
track. We might keep on going
through the saloons near by."
The fat man looked thoughtful for
a moment, scratching his head in si-
lence. Then: “Lookey here!” he
burst out, “them low-down money-get-
tin’ dives are no ladies’ cafes, and it
ain’t safe to wander round ’em ’cept
in company. Now I like you—you done
for me what I can’t repay, but I’ll have
a try. I’m a-goin’ to lock up this place
and I’m a-goiu’ with you."
“Good!” exclaimed Pedro, holding
out his hand, “you are—what does one
say—a brick! Isn’t he, Beau-Jean, eh?
But it is not necessary, and 1 beg that
you will not disturb yourself.”
“ ’Twon’t disturb me none,” said Mr.
Lovejoy, "and I liked thut young fel-
ler. I hate to think he may be a-lyin’
dead and cold in some wine-cellar,
pierced through the heart with a dag-
ger, or a hatpin, maybe. I’m a-goin'
ter help you re-venge him, yes, if I
lose money by it, by jingo!”
“I beg that you will do nothing to
make yourself a loss!” cried Beau-
Jean, who did not relish the prospect
of this addition to their party.
“Although every fifty cents lost
keeps me just that much further from
,my Lola,” said Lovejoy solemnly, "I’m
a-goin’ to make the sacrifice this
time.”
Wherewith, he concealed a long
bread-knife in the inner pocket of his
overcoat, and, extinguishing the light,
announced that he was ready for ac-
tion.
"Where now?” asked the giant, as
the three, followed, of course, by Mr.
Jones, strode out into the night.
"There’s Beer Peter’s,” suggested
the new member, “have you tried
there?”
“No,” responded Pedro, "where 1b
it?”
"Follow' me,” directed Lovejoy, “it’s
a likely place.”
They set off at once, and trudged on
in silence until a low frame building,
abutting on the river and built par-
tially on piles, was reached. Pushing
open the felt-covered doors, Lovejoy
paid for their entrance, and in an-
other moment they were in the long,
low-ceilinged room that formed the
main portion of the building. A devas-
tating odor rushed out to meet them,
like a blast from some evil furnace.
The place was blue with tobacco
smoke, and at the far end, beyond a.
sea of little tables, a girl was singing
to the accompaniment of a cracked
piano.
At one end of this charming resort,
which was typical enough of its class,
stood the glittering bar with a shining
array of glasses, mahogany and pol-
ished metal, while opposite the en-
trance, in what appeared to be a
single-storied addition, was a room
for dancing. Near the wide opening
might try the back room at Murphy’s i was already quite a fierce struggle, and
n. it t 1 - >• ! PftSrn rv amn huaiin to find it dim-
“You’ve Got the Coin. Ain’t You?”
into this section, sat Theodore Pell,
the reporter, in company with three
companions—Elloch, the painter, and
two women. They were all very hila-
riouB, but catching sight of Pedro, Pell
excused himself, and began a some-
what uncertain progress in the direc-
tion of the newcomer. At the same
instant a man who seemed to be in
authority there accosted the three and
demanded to know if they wanted to
have Mr. Jones perform.
“The house takes half of what you
get,” he added.
"Do you often have dancing bears
here?” asked Pedro.
“Nope, never yet,” said the man,
"but it might go. Try it on after the
next dance, if you like.”
"Maybe 1 will," replied the other.
Then, as the proprietor moved away,
he added, speaking to Lovejoy in a
low tone, “Let us get right away. This
•>1 e ia f on nrwMi Nfithino1 snslAiio
could happen here, and besides I am
almost certain that Hill has not been
feeim IvVinf ♦ Vt O t fol InTJ- eeirl M
■ All right,” replied Lovejoy,
or Splkey Joe’s place.”
“Good!” said Pedro promptly, hus-
tling them out before Pell could reach
them. This escape did not, however,
prevent the morning papers from bear-
ing an account of how Signor E. 0.
Pedro, the noted Spanish painter, went
slumming In disguise.
It was to the little unnamed wine-
cellar known as “Splkey Joe’s" that
the rescue party went next. Here the
very scum of the docks was gathered,
and the women were of a kind one
never sees by daylight. There were
thieves and pickpockets, dancing and
umusing themselves just as though
they were human; and sickly-faced
young men whose profession Is un-
namable; a terrible group of weary
young people, calloused, yet sensation-
hungry. The three compantone had
scarcely entered before It became evi-
dent that here at least was a place
in which Hill had been, for a girl with
flaming cheeks and an unbelievable
coiffure turned and pointed to the bear,
with a Bcream.
“There’s a Teddy,” she called out.
“a cute little Teddy-bear, just llko the
other guy had.
“Dancing a bear must be a - of
a swell business!” she remarked.
“You’ve got the coin, ain’t you, sweet-
heart?” and she stretched out her
hand to touch his face.
Pedro had her glass refilled.
“Tell us about the other bear-fel-
low,” he suggested. “I’d like to know
who my rival iB.”
"Sure, Cutie, I’ll tell you,” she
smiled. But all she had to say was
that a nice, fresh feller (presumably
Hill) had been there three days ago,
had made his bear perform, got no
money for it, and had gone away
peaceably. When It was clear that
neither she nor anyone else there
could give him any further informa-
tion, Pedro arose and signaled the oth-
ers to do likewise.
Now it happened that they soon
came upon a portion of the one-sided
street where the walk had been torn
up, and perforce they had to cross the
cobblestones beside the water. Here
■were some covered piers, and beside
one of them Pedro stopped the trio
that he might light a cigarette. Beau-
Jean followed suit, and Lovejoy, say-
ing that he had promised Lola not to
smoke, shook his head, and stood look-
ing up at the semicircular sign above
the dock entrance.
“Venezuela Fruit Steamship Com-
pany.”
He spelled it aloud slowly.
A strange expression crept over Pe-
dro’s face as he listened.
“Let us look at the boat that goes
to that glorious country!” he said Im-
pulsively. And they began moving
toward the Ill-lit entrance. The gates
were open, and In the dim light some
men were working about the hold. As
they approached they saw thut a small
corrugated iron house, a story and a
half In height, was jammed up against
thg dock; the watchman’s dwelling,
perhaps, or the company's offices.
“What the devil do you want to go
nosing around here for?” complained
Lovejoy. “The cold is something
fierce!”
“Just a moment!” pleaded Pedro. “I
love that country so—Venezuela!”
“What’s he up to?” Lovejoy whis-
pered to the giant. But before Beau-
Jean could reply a lot of things began
to happen.
In the absorption of the moment Pe-
dro had slackened his hold upon Mr.
Jones’ chain, and the bear, giving a
sudden tug, found himself free, and
bounded off toward the little corru-
gated Iron house, some twenty feet
away, and at once began scratching
frantically upon the door that opened
upon Its porch. Instantly the three
men ran after him.
“Come here, you bear!” yelled Love-
Joy.
“Don’t! Let him alone!” cried Pe-
dro. What on earth could the crea-
ture’s action mean? Then knowledge
came to him In a flash, and running to
the door at which Mr. Jones was now
sniffing and giving little growls of joy,
he put his ear to the panel. Holding
up a hand which warned the others to
silence, he spoke in a distinct but
quiet voice.
“Are you there, Sam Hill?”
After a breathless pause, as if of
unbelief on the part of the occupant
of the room beyond, came the answer;
“Yes; who are you?"
“Pedro,” waB the reply. “Are you
a prisoner?”
“Yes!” said the voice of Hill. “Good
heavens! how did you come to find—’’
The rest of the sentence was lost In
a shout for help from Lovejoy; there
was a sudden sound of scuffling, and
Pedro, turning to his aid, was met fcy
a blow on the head from a burly fist.
Pedro very soon began to find It diffi-
cult to keep hia feet. The man with
whom he was confronted had an over-
whelming advantage In height aud
weight, while Pedro was alight aud
soft, and, truth to tell, ruther badly
frightened. If only he could manage
to keep the fellow from knocking him
out till Beau-Jean and Lovejoy man-
aged to win, or the police arrived. But
what If he should fail?
It seemed aa though they had an
army against them, though as a mat-
ter of fact, there were uot more than
ten In all. Twice he with difficulty
suppressed the temptation to call upon
his friends for help, and with sobbing
indrawn breath fought on wildly, elu-
sively, striving desperately to prevent
his opponent from grappling with him.
; would hare let me go after that, with-i character of which 1 have not^ y
out any fuss, but It was beastly uu- solved. my mother la tn New York
i hoinr locked up that way." I company with Howe, whose real name
S You mu.?«We the Information tolls Ricardo Valdes, an «mlnlatar o,
the authorities," said Pedro. j the \ enesuelu governmeu •
Sam seemed to be In some doubt I much a villain as my dear nuRher my
about this, but at last he decided that ! lovely girl mother, Is an V®"1
an explanation was duo to these good j a few days ago 1 Imagined her safe In
' friends who had risked eo much for her own home, and now 1 discover her
! h, j here, and with that man! Some rea
I “You see." he began, "there 1h some- ' sou that seems good to her must have
| body—that Is to Bay, somebody's near j brought her, but what It s, cauno
, relation- mixed up in tiffs, and I—
well, damn It all! 1 cun't very well
give him away!”
' Instantly a thousand conjectures
sprang to Pedro's mind.
Is it—is it Iris’ lather?" he said
hesitatingly.
Hill stared at him In amazement, a
doughnut arrested half-way to tils
mouth.
“Great Scott! How did you know?”
he exclaimed.
“Because—well. I’ll toll you later.
But the reason la that which made me
come and look for you,” he answered.
You’ll excuse us,” he added to Love-
Joy, “but it’s a private affair, about a
lady."
“I will Indeed," responded the fat
man, “all! ladles, ladies!"
“We must talk tiffs over at once!"
exclaimed Hill, glancing at the clock,
which showed that the hour was al-
most 1 a. m. "Come, let us go!”
The three arose, and with many et^s|
pressions of gratitude to their host,
took their departure, and were soon
settled upon the dingy benches of the
north-bound fiery. They were almost
the only passengers on board, and
3
even guess. But tiffs I know—what-
ever of evil Valdez t« engaged In, she
is Innocent, and to you 1 must confide
tier Interests, and beg that you allow
no harm to touch her.”
"Hut why don’t you look after her
yourself?" gasped Hill In amazement..
"1 cannot!" cried Pedro, hlH eyes
full of distress. "You see, I ran away
oh, long, long ago, because she
would have forced me to -oh! 1 can-
not explain! But If she once saw me,
she might betray mo to that Valdez
gang for my own good, as she thinks
and then 1 would have to go off to a
fur country, and take up a Job 1 loathe
that would kill me, that would stop
my being a painter! Ami even for my
mother, 1 could not submit to that!
“But how the devil can she make
you go against your will?” demanded
Sam. “And why did you leave her in
the first place? It's all very mysteri-
ous!”
"Yes, 1 know It sounds strange," re-
plied Pedro, "but 1 can only explain a
little. You might take her aide. In-
deed, almost every one does, except
Old Nlta. They seem to think that to
be rich and powerful . . . Oh, they
....... 1 do not understand. They have given
lulled by the warmth of the cabin, .......
,, , , . , ,, . me too much freedom for tnelr pur
Beau-Jean fell asleep, using Mr. Jones
“Open the Window."
CHAPTER XIV.
To the Rescue.
With magical swiftness the semi-
darkness began to swarm with strug-
gling shapes, which sprang from ev-
erywhere and nowhere.
Returning the blow of his assailant
with all hie puny strength, Pedro man-
aged to scramble into position with lffs
back against the house, where, from
within, he could still hear Hill’s voice
shouting directions which, however,
were unintelligible to his distracted at-
tention. Somewhere near by, Beau-
Jean's string of rough oaths roared
upon the turmoil, and Lovejoy began
yelping for the police. At this latter
cry there was a slight wavering among
their unknown assailants, but It was
quickly mended by a new onrush.
The men who had been working at
♦ ht, oViln left their tasks and
joined the fracas on general prin-
ciples, siding with neither party, but
Invitin’ nhnnt them with vl«rr>r and
A solitary policeman (a night rounds-
man) had come up. Pedro could hear
him shouting above the din, but lffs
efforts at establishing order were ab-
solutely ineffectual.
By nowr Pedro was fast losing
strength. It seemed to him that at any
instant he must succumb, and sink to
the ground. Only a horror of being
trampled on sustained him, and lffs
head was growing light.. Then lffe an-
tagonist, who was bent upon lffs In-
jury or capture, Infuriated at being
held off bo long by this mere slip of
a boy, managed to get a leg hold upon
Pedro. It was too much, and the boy’s
courage gave way.
“Au soucceur!” he Bcreamed. "A
mol, Beau-Jean! Au soucceur!”
Then Bomehow, he never quite knew
in what manner, the giant was beside
him, and the black menacing shape of
the other man hurled through space
and landed among lffs fellows, scatter-
ing the fighters for an instant. Then
Hill’s voice urose again, and this time,
Pedro, leaning breathless and panting
against the house, heard and under-
stood.
“Open the window,” Hill was yell-
ing, “It's fastened from the outside.
Open the window!”
With aching arms, Pedro strove to
obey, but the heavy Iron bar that held
the galvanized shutters closed, re-
sisted his effort. Beau-Jean, mean-
while, was a veritable windmill, and
one of the stevedores had ranged him-
self beside the Frenchman, feeling, no
doubt, that It was desirable to fight
with, rather than against, this power-
ful person.
“Open tho window:" yelled Hill
ceaselessly. Pedro bent all hisetrerzgth
to another effort, and at the same mo-
ment there came to his ears the rap-
ping of the lone policeman’s club upon
the pavement, a signal that was not
wholly without effect upon the entire
crowd. Again the heavy iron bar of
the shutter lifted an inch or two, and
again it slipped back Into Its socket.
Then some one struck him upon the
shoulder and turning to defend him-
self, he looked up icto the fat dripping
face of Mr. Lovejoy.
“God blees met” puffed that worthy,
“that was a near thing! Thought you
was the enemy!” Pedro managed to
gasp:
"The shutter-barl Help mo!"
In the twinkling of an eye the heavy
iron lath had been extracted and wus
being brandished over the lunch-wag-
oner’s head, a deadly weapon that
swept a space clear about the window,
which now burst open to emit the dis-
heveled furious figure of Samuel Hill,
who was armed With an Improvised
cudgel, evidently fhe leg of a table
taken from the furnishings of his
prison.
“United we stand! ” he shouted,
springing into the fight with relish.
Then came a cry that was echoed on
all sides.
"The reserves, (he reserves, the po-
lice!” and the crowd began to scatter.
Almost as magically a* they had
been surrounded, they were left alone,
but now, to be sc- left was fraught with ;
almost as many 1ang< rs as had beset
them a moment sooner; for that the
police should not lay hands upon them
was the paramount thought In the
minds of all. Hill was the first to act |
wav!" he called, darting off ,
toward an ill-lig* ted, ill-paved street,
flanked only by poster-covered fences.
By great, good luck the re cue party |
managed to escape pursuit, and In less
than half an hour they were seated
(somewhat weary, hut except for a
few bruises none the worse for their
experience) in the light and warmth
of Lovelov’s wagon, while they dis-
cussed their adventure over hot coffee
and the inevitable doughnuts. Outside,
the beginning of a new snowstorm was
for a pillow, and the bear, also glad of
tho rest, followed suit. Here, then, was
an excellent opportunity for talk, and
tho other two Immediately proceeded
to take advantage of it.
Pedro spoke first, and related the
story of his acquaintance with Iris and
her request for his help in the matter
of tier father's secret trouble. From
tiffs narrative lie omitted nothing ex
cept her infatuation for himself, and
at the end, came to the liltle paper <>u
which she had written her promise.
At tiffs point l’edro begun to mix fic-
tion and fact.
"1 could not undertake to help her," !
pose, and now they cannot tie mo
down. ... As for having left her,
It was really she who left me. I had
a little escapade very harmless mis-
chief it really was but afterward Val-
dez told me Ovit my mother would not
receive mo any longer. 1 gave him a
letter to her In which 1 begged her to
relent, but she never answered It, nor
my others. Were It not for my love
of her, It would be a relief to have
severed my connection with my past.,
because of the different life 1 would
lead should 1 go back, and now that I
have begun to paint, to lend in* own
life. . . . But, please, 1 beg of you,
ue I have served you, promise to pro-
be said, "because 1 soon discovered j h(T am, (Ulk no IIldrn. Home
that some one dear to me would be in- | day , may be Ilblo t0 tl,n you every-
volved, and would in turn involve me;
but., more of that later. 1 then sag
gested that you be called upon, but she
was unwilling you have had a little
quarrel, eh?”
The speaker- watched Hill's eager
face closely, to note the effect of tiffs j
remark. The result was confirmatory j
to his own deductions
"Yes," said the elder man, "it was a I
silly quarrel about nothing.”
"Aha!” said Pedro, “so 1 felt sure.
But she—ah! she thought you would
not come to her aid. I knew different-
ly, and so I told her. Then she wrote
this little paper (he epread it out upon
his knee) and I set out to find you and
give it to you.”
Hill took the fluttering bit of white,
and read, with glad Incredulous eyee:
I hereby promise to marry you on the
day you nan tell me my father is not be-
ing subjected to danger, or lias been
rescued from that, If any, which now Im-
perils him. And I furthermore agree to
overcome any debatable objections you
may have to the marriage.
IRIH VANDKRI’OOk
“For me!" said Hill tensely. “She
sent It to me!”
There was an Instant's pause, and
then Pedro Ued manfully.
“Yes!” said he.
Hill let out such a whoop at this
thing, but not now
"Very well,” assented 11111 reluctant-
ly, “Hut 1 may call upon you to get
her out of a difficulty If it should prove
absolutely necessary to do ho?"
“Yes," returned Pedro. "But remem-
ber (bat for mo to tako any active
part Id tbo matter would liuvo terribly
serious results for mo. Now tell me
about Mr Vandorpool.”
"1 don't know much to tell," replied
Hill. “He recognized me, allowed him-
self to be percuaded that I should bo
locked up till this damned boat had
| reached Its port, whatever It was, and
! gave orders that 1 was not to be hurt.
{ Then he went off before I could get a
word In edgewise; and I haven't Heon
him since.”
The ferryboat had reached slip,
and they aroused their sleeping com-
panions.
"Will you go to the studio?” Pedro
asked when they had landed.
Hill considered for a moment.
“No,” ho said, ”1 shall go back to
Jones street with Beau-Jean and the
bear. I’m going to get at the bottom
of tiffs business before tomorrow -that
Is, today Is over. I have not yet de-
cided on a plan of action, but In all
probability, I shall bo better able to
work from the stratum of tho tone-
jt.hi icv wuv <* ..v , ments than as myself. Ill the mean-
that Beau-Jean and Mr. Jones woke up i thanks, and good night., and God
------------u I b)e8B y()U for this!” He tapped the
breast pocket wherein lay the promis-
sory note signed by Iris.
long enough to shift their positions.
"Tell her that I shall claim the re-
ward within the week!" 111)1 ex-
claimed exultlngly; "so ehe had better
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
THINK BENARES OLDEST CITY MIGHT BE CHANCE FOR HIM
Sacred Spot to Hindus. Its Claim Is
Supported by Most Students of
Indian History.
Which Is the oldest city In India?
An attempt has been made to Identify
the Purana Klla at Delhi as built
on the site on which was situated the
Suggestion Made by Smart Young
Man, Though, Was Not Altogether
a Pleasing One.
There Is a e.ertaln middle-aged and
old-fashioned business man who Is a
little doubtful whether he, or the oth-
er, carried off tbo honors of war In an
Indraput, mentioned In the Mahab- ; interview given to a smart young man.
harata as the capital of the five Pan- j '1 he smart young man was applying
davas That is quite possible, but in for a berth.
any case Indraput disappeared long "Let me see,” said the merchant,
ago. Current Indian beliefs Is that "you’ve called on me before, but not
as a city Benares Is absolutely the on .
oldest In India. So much we do know you represented Up-to-Date, Limited,
from history that though in past oen- and Offered to put our concern on mod-
turies It rivaled Delhi In wealth and ern lines. Then you came on behalf or
magnificence, tho conquer* rs left It Systems and Files, and said you were
iHinMnoM
SUNWSQWOL
Lesson
(By & O. SKI4-.KK8, Director Sunday
JjUfhool Couth**. Moody iJitiltj Institute*
ChlcAfO.)
LESSON FOR OCTOBER 11
THE LAST SUPPER.
• rMfCICiV Tfi’VT MarW NAM h!H'»
Luke 22:14-t6.
GOLDEN TEXT -As often as ye eat
this bread, and drink the cup, ye proclaim
the Lord’s death till Ho come. 1 Cor.
11:28 It. V.
I. The Preparation, vv. 12-15. The do-
tails of tho preparation hero remind
one of tho like detailed preparation at
tho outset of this week when the two
disciples were sent for and procured
tho colt "whereon no man had sat"
Tho "Teacher” had need of the colt.
Ho also had need of this guest cham-
ber and some unnamed one was ready
to answer his call, to supply lffs need.
What a host of such unheralded and
unknown, but loving friends he has.
1‘assover has now come, tho time ap-
pointed and predicted, Matt. -6:2.
Jesus directs the disciples to tho room
of lffs own choosing; they were to find
It following a man hearing a pitcher.
Tiffs Is suggestive of our following
the leading of the Holy Spirit. I hey
found this even as he said they would.
Jesus never disappoints when ho di-
rects It Is wisest for us to do his
bidding and these two proved by their
obedience that they were truly his
disciples, see John 8: .11. Whoever
these two disciples were they recog-
nized their duty clearly In tho words,
“The Master saith.”
Remarkable Occasion.
II. The Passover, vv. 17-21. Here at
eventide Jesus and the twelve sat
about the Passover board. As wo
look hack over the pages of history It
pt truly a remarkable occasion. Tho
Pie-sover was a perpetual memorial of
the Exodus. Now, In the dispensations
of Divine economy, this Is to he lte
last observance. Jesus had been look-
ing f ewiird to this occasion, John
6:70, 71, yet In Iho midst of tho feast
lffs hoiiI is filled with anguish, John.
13:21.
The perfidy of Judas was the bitter-
ness of tin: cup, but Jesus only let him
go when he must and then only with
grout sorrow. Judas was disappointed
in Iff - dn-am of a material kingdom
and his desire for Iho possession of
carnal pleasures. Greed had grown
because given food. Halo, stifled con-
science, spurned love, a thief, u mur*
dt-ri-r. Juda - as - guilty that moment
as lie was the next night.
III. The Parable, vv. 22-25. From all
the records wo believe that Judas left
tho company as soon as he whs Identi-
fied, and before the feast was insti-
tuted. Jesus ever taught by symbol.
We hear much about objective teach-
ing. Jesus anticipated us all. From
tho Passover board Jesus took bread,
and ufter offering thanks, he brake it,
saying as he did so, "Take yo, tiffs Is
my body " This does not mean the
breaking of lffs body on the cross, for
not a bone was then broken, John
B):3fl; I Cor, 11:21 It. V. It does sig-
nify tho distribution of lffs body among
all who shall feed upon him. T hia
does not mean tho actual physical
transformation of tho bread into hia
body. The bread represents lffs body,
and like as bread becomes a part of
the physical body, so to eat thus In
symbol, he becomes a part of us.
There Is no question, however, of tho
actual spiritual presence of Ghrlst In
the elements. "Discerning the lord's
body” there Is a real feeding upon
Christ, John 6:50, 61, 63, 65. To par-
take unworthily is to be “guilty of the
body and blood of Christ, and we eat
and drink "judgment” to ourselves, l
Cor. 11:24-20. Jesus commands that
the cbservance of this rite shall bo
continued. It Is a covenant which
Ills disciples are to perpetuate “till
he cotne,” I Cor. 11:24. The ground of
l lffs covenant between a holy God and
sinful men, Is the shed blood, v. 34,
sc,) Hub. '.D18-2:!. As the blood Is the
life poired out, so he poured out his
lire that where sin Is, there may be
forgiveness and remission, Lev. 17:11.
In tiffs symbolic hour the old passed
away, that which came lri tho covenant
of Hu- law by Moses. At tho same
time this the new covenant, Is Ini-
tiat'd, a 'joveriant, of grace and truth
whien Is Uy the Spirit. By the symbol-
ism or t'/ffs new feast Jesus revealed
his relationship to tiffs covenant and
that those who sat and partook with
him Wore sealed to him In consecra-
tion. Ills thanksgiving was in the
nature of adoration of Cod and the
fact that his profound purposes were
about to be realized. This whole epl-
soil.- was a feast of triumph. Like as
the old Passover wus eaten with Its
mixture of bitter herbs, so this is
tinge'1; with the perfldlty of Judas and
Is encompassed with the sorrows ol
death. Still, as those who eat tho old
were girded and ready, so ho was
ready, did gird hi Mitel f and serve, and
did i>r»m through death, unto a life o|
triumph.
Only One Recourse.
The first Passover was the prelude
of the exodus; this Is the prelude ol
that of vffffch Jesus spoke In convers-
Elijah on
alone. There has never been a sack
of Benares, and this Is the more curi-
ous because It stands on one of the
highways of commerce in India. Its
position on the Canges would natur-
ally make It a big center. We know
that to Hindus, Benares or Kasi, Is
the most sacred spot on earth, and
that those who die there are forgiven
all their sins. It is to the special in-
ter position" of Providence "hatpin. * tea<* U8/Ur business when
splendid lack of dvacrlmlnatlon. But it I filling the air with white petals.
dus ascribe the freedom of Benares
from the sackings and devastation
that have been the fate of other great
Indian cities. In any case Benares
ought to offer much good to any In-
dian antiquary. The archaeological
department has, of course, to leave It
alone, because It Is still the ccuter
of a living n mails in.
ing wl\b Moses and Elijah on the
m vb caneo on me neioie, uui nux i ,, . . . .
. . .... ,, , Mount uf Transfiguration. The blood
your present errand. 1 he first time. „
I of ( nrl it was shed unto the remission
of sin, Matt. 26:28. It is the ground
of God's forgiveness, see Matt. 20:28,
R'om. 3 :25 R. V., I John 2:2, Eph. 7:7,
! and nnny other passages. There Is
none Other ground Tor our forgiveness
I than the shed blood. It may be old
j fashioned but It Is scriptural and
leaves us no other recourse,
j Tho symbolism of this holy ordl-
1 nance Is simple, yet sublime. It 1h to
be 0 perpetual proclamation of his
redirection. Ills death is the central
taci. of redemption, thu way of liberty
, for t.lie captives of sin. Tho supper is
rneatiinglfeBs apart from this element.
It 1s true that in Its observance we
j remember his grace and glory, the
i beauty of his person and the wonder
i nuj -vlsdtim of his teaching, yet the
supreme significance of the act is urn
death.
buHii.'+s doctors. And after that you
came hs the publicity expert of the
Newest, in Ads company."
"1 hat Is wj. air.”
"And a.U thei-e— ><:r—companies
deadT"
The young man reluctantly admitted
that they were.
Yet, after corning here three times
your concern go down you coolly so-
licit a berth in this poor effele old
firm. Why, what use are you to ue?
Look at your record!”
The optimist countered that easily.
* cu r,. ver -::.c -v, ■ 1,. ,
very useful. Look what a splendid ex-
perience I’ve had In winding up com-
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