The Pearsall Leader (Pearsall, Tex.), Vol. 19, No. 48, Ed. 1 Friday, March 13, 1914 Page: 3 of 8
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in actual value. But the fact that
you're’ the worthy son of your un-
worthy blackmailing father would
make you welcome. Go ahead! Lord,
but I wonder what I ever did in the
old days to be punished by having a
canting reformer for a son! Well,
why don’t you go over to them?”
"Just as you say,” answered Tom
with a philosophic shrug of the shoul-
ders. "Good night.”
Where are you off to, now?”
grunted Blake indifferently, albeit
there was a glint of wistfulness in the
half-shut, steely old eyes.
"To the club. To dinner,” laid Tom,
moving away.
"To the club, hey?” growled Blake,
detaining him. "Huh! Afraid it’ll
hurt your spotless reputation to be
seen dining here with a ’black-
mailer?* ”
"You have a positive genius for
choosing the rottenest, most disagree-
able thing to say,” remarked Tom;
and there was a note of hurt in his
voice that somehow reached the far-
hidden and tortuous recesses where
m Blake’s battered old heart was
supposed to be. h ,
“Well,” vouchsafed the father
grumpily, "maybe that was just & trifle
swift. Look here, lad,” he went on, a
soft, almost tender tone creeping into
his dry voice, as tie laid his hand on
Tom’s shoulder, “I’m the only father
you’ve got. And you may as well
make the best of it.”
You’re the only father I want, dad.
But—” *
There! There!” hastily admonish-
ed Blake. “Don’t go spoiling it with
buts!' You know what you are to me,
boy. I guess I don’t need to get mush-
headed and try to tell you. And—'•and,”
be repeated, hiding his momentary
'endemess under a cloud of made-to-
. rder impatience, "that’s why I hate
to see you loading up your alleged
brain with these fool ideas about—”
Let it go at -that, dad,” laughed
Tom. •’* , Y
Oh, all right. I will, if you like.
And you'll stay to dinner?”
“Why, of course,” quickly assented
Tom.
"That’s better,” approved Blake.
"Now, run in and start with Mark.
HI be with you in a minute or two.
a’id—say—if Mark and I should get
to talking politics at dinner—”
"Don't worry,” returned Tom, smil-
ing. “I’m getting quite used to my
muzzle. But Mark won’t be as likely
be wrapped up in politics as he us-
u-iMy is. Grace is coming down.”
"No!” cried Blake, his face alight
1 pleasure. "Good for her! When?”
“At eight o'clock. But she didn't
bother to mention whether it was
eight this evening or eight to-
morrow morning. Mark was just go-
ing to call her up on long distance to
find out, when we happened to meet
r i’sh. And I suppose the prospect
or a clash with Standish quite drove
a minor matter like his wife out of his
a j thoughts.”
You’re wrong there,” dissented
"There’s nothing on earth
drive Grace out of Mark Robert-
son’s head. He’s as crazy in love with
her-as be was the day he married
get him here Inside of five minutes.
No, no! Do as I say, I tell you. Good-
by.”
He hung up the receiver, rose and
stood lounging against the rail, look-
ing down at Wanda from between his
half-closed lids.
“Now, then, Miss Kelly,” he began
abruptly.
“Yes,” Mr. Blaker she interrogated
as he paused.
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■ didn’t telephone her before
: in to dinner it’s a chinch he’ll
minute he comes out. Queer
:i' 1Grace is the one thing that
him human. Chase on id, and
CHAPTER VIS.
The Trap.
For a moment Blake ..did
swer. Nor could Wanda read anything
from his utterly expressionless face.
Then he said:
“Do you know why I did thatr
“Probably,” replied Wanda gravely,
“because you wanted Mr. Standish to
come here.”
He eyed her searchingly. But her
face gave no sign that her reply had
been intended as impertinence.
J'H’m!” he vouchsafed. “You’re a
bright girl.” •
“Thank you, sir,” she replied de-
murely.
Again hti glanced at her moveless
features In quick doubt. Then, evi-
dently making up his mind, he went
on:
“You heard the story I was telling
those men'over there? The story
about Standish and the Woman?”
“I—I happened to catch part of It.’
“You happened to catch every word
of it.” he corrected. “And nowi why
do you suppose J told such an all-im-
portant secret load enough for jfi tele-
phone girl to hear it?”
“That’s just what I’ve been wonder
ing,” she said fr^hkly. “But 1 can’t
figure it out." v
“Then I’ll tell you.” retorted Blake,
nodding approval at her'unemDarrass-
ted candor. “What’s the one thingi we
need to turn that story from a windy
piece Of campaign gofeslp Into the dead-
liest weaboh ever forged in Washing-
ton?"* f
“The'Woman’s name,” replied Wan-
da, at once.
“Good!” applauded Blake. “You’vej.
got a real brain under that metal re*-
ceiver you wear. You seem to have
this situation worked out as clear as r
have., Maybe, now, you can guess
what that Woman’s name is worth to
us.* How about It?”
Wanda rolled [her big eyes ceilr
ingward after the’ manner of a stupid
child who seeks in space the answer
to a teacher's question.
■“Maybe—--maybe a—a. million dol-
lars,” she hazarded timidly, at length.
Blake grinned appreciation of the
bit of acting, and was not in the very
least deceived by it—as Wanda had1
perfectly well known he would not be.'
“Nothing stingy about your ideas,
young lady!” he commented. “Maybe
I’d better pat them straight. Do you
want to make a hundred dollars?*’
“A hundred dollars?’’ she echoed to
a wide-eyed wonder* of innocence that.
Saint Cecelia at her best could not
possibly have equaled.’’ “A whole hun-
dred dollars? Why, now could a popr
telephone operator like me make so
much money?"
“Here’s the idea,” replied Blake,
wearying of matching a cudgel against
a hatpin, and corning straight to the
pith of the chatter. “I’ve sent fpr
Standish to come here because I want
to have a talk with him. When Fm
through, I’ll go away. And the chances
are that he’ll go straight to the tele-
phone and call up some one. It’s that
‘some one’s’ number I want.”
“Oh!” exclaimed Wanda, smiling
brightly at her own comprehension.
“And that’s worth a hundred dollars?”
"Yes. And if you ean hear what he
says tin the phone I’ll make it two
hundred.”
For an instant the innocent wonder-
ing smile again illumined Wanda’s up-
turned face. Then, like Blake, she
evidently wearied of futile word-fenc-
ing, for she said, incisively:
“I see. I’ve got the idea. You’ll
spring this story of the Woman on
him. You’ll make him think you’ve
almost got her in your net. You’ll try
to scare him into hustling to the near-
est telephone and warning her. Hd*ll
know you’re having him watched. So
he won’t dare to go to her in person
with his warning or send her a letter.
He’s got too much sense for that. And
a telegram would be too risky. So
nothing’s left but .the phone. He’ll
call her up. Yopal get the number.
And then it’ll be/a cinch for your men
to find the Woman’s name in no time,
and all about Her. The full story—
names and all—can be circulated on
the floor as soon a3 the house sits, to- ' j-
night. And good by then to Mr.
Standish.”
“Say!" drawled Blake in genuine ad-
miration. “You’ve sure got a brain.
We’ll have to get you in the secret !
service. Or, if you want a job in my j
office at double what you’re getting
here—but we can talk about all that!
afterward. Will—?’’
"You’re sure the number will give
you the clue to the Woman?”
“Absolutely.”
"And don’t you think one little hun-
dred dollars is a pretty cheap price
to pay for information that will bring
you millions?"
smashes your enemy and that means
That’s
what the telephone number means to
you, Mr: Blake. That and a man’s
career—a' Woman’s' shame—a' girl’s
self-respect. Throw all that into the
balance and the price won’t look so
fanc!y.” ;
‘Jjty dear young lady,” counseled
Blakti with his most fatherly air, "be-
lieve me when I warn -you that-there
is such a thing as being; just a trifle
too ambitious. Still, there’s no time to
argue. Standish ought to bo hero by
now. Shall we say a thousand dol-
lars?”
“I—rn have to think it over.” said
Wanda confusedly. “And, anyway,”
she added, "there’s ho use toakitig a
price till, Fve got what you waht, IS
into sweet Innocence, “Mr. Standish
Seems to bo such a nice man. It’s a
pity to--” ..
“Oh, he’s a nice man,” laughed
Blake “HeD’s -full of 'nice men.’ But
there's no time, now, to. haggle about
price*.. You get that number for me,
and you won’t lose by it And every
word you can overhear is worth a
three*parat diamond. Steady there!
H«’o coming.”
Standish came toward the switch-
board, from the dining-room whither
a* page had < at last tracked him. He
saw a moqt unruffled telephone girl
mg<
sion 4 There was nothing, howeyer, to
be read in that expression. Standish’S
heavy face was mask-like, blank, save
for a faint tinge of polite bewilder-
ment-
, But Blake was far too wise a reader
of men to go by the sign in a face. %He
let bis mildly wandering glance shift,
as if by accident, to Standish’s hands.
They were tight-clenched. So tight
that the knuckles showed white from
with an easy lapse the convulsive pressure.
zles -me.’
i
“Another campaign yarn.” smiled
Standish, and his voice was as inex-
pressive as his face. “Isn’t it rather
old-fashiongd to spring lies of
sort? The public doesn’t stand for
them nowadays. Proofs a*e needed.’*
“Really?” drawled Blake. “Why.
Standish, sometimes your knowledge
of up-to-date ponditions simply s*
zles me. That’s what it does. E%§
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And now—” pursued Statidi$u
turning to go. ; ; YY V if
“And now,” echoed Blake, Sre'fe
got you with the goods. Don’t hr
man. No bluff ever won a penny' A
j the .cards were laid face usrwant.
I they’re face upward now. You know
what I mean. And you know we’ve
got you dead to rights. Five' years
ago you spent a week with a woman al
a hotel whose proprietor can and
identify you. Any expert can swear
that the registered name, ‘FowlerY p
to your handwriting- It was in March-
Congress was still in session. But
you gave out word that you’d gone to
toe mountains to rest. We’ve got toe
dates.. We’ve got ever fact proved.
Man, Can’t you see I’m trying to help
you? Give me a chance
Standish, his face still a mas
staring at the floor. At last he
hlaeyes—the dark tired ey*e in whose
depths Self and Love and Hap;
had so long ago burned cra^t And
' to' Blake, be said evenly:
hare dug all tout up, I
hi bate, expected It,
fact 1 hSve expecied itBut it
worried, me. -Because you can’t
me with such a story.” »
-**No?” asked Blake, with, real
est. “Why ndtr ,U
“Yea know, perfectly weB
answered Standish. .“th®:
amount,to thevpapar y<
it on unless you cab
of the .Woman. And1
ittiat;
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"You’re. Sure the Number WMt Give
You the Clue to the Woman?*
■- '
“What makes ‘yd*
supply the Woman’s
4 ed , Blake! “What makes
we haven’t found her?’:
absorbed, in a novel. Jim Blake was
leaningnegllgently against the switch-
board riUl, looking with dreamy half-
shut eyefc along toe nearly deserted
corridor. Standish hurried across to
Wanda. - . *
“Borne one Gants me on the phone?”
he asked. , .
“No.” drawled Blake, before the
girl could reply. “Some one wants
you over there in the amen corner for
a .minute or two, if you can spare the
time. J took toe liberty of sending
ttijjtt message about your being wanted
on the phone, because,” leading the
way to toe amen corner, “I have a mat-
ter of private business, to talk over
with you." „■
“Private business?” echoed the puz-
zled Standish; Instinctively following
Blake to toe corner. “Private busi-
ness?: Between y<ni and me?”
Blake looked ft him with gentle j tracking her,” he continued, chuckling
pity, then shook his head. as at his own shrewdness, “fve seen
My boy,” said he, “the game is up. t0 it that she hasn’t the slightest sus-
“Bscause,” began Standish; then ha
checked hiteteW and said somewhat
lamely, "because—I have good rea-
sons for knowing you haven’t."
“H’m! Still keep as Close to touch
with her as ail that? Mark’s detective* )
must be fooiisti-fcousd graduates* Welt.
I’ll admit we haven’t found tier—yet.
Eutjve will before midnight. You left
some pretty easy clues apd they’re be*,
fng followed. That’s to* trouble with
a man who has something to hid*.
He’ll lock and double-bar nine doors
to discovery; and leave the tenth wide
open with a Welcome’ sign over fit.
And that's just what you did. Why.
son,” he went on, noting Standish’s
half-smile of Incredulity, “if I wasn’t
dead sure of getting tier, would I be
such a fool as to tell you all this? And
whatever else Jim Blake's been called,
no one’s yet tied ’fool’ to his name. '3
tell you once more, ‘we’ll have her
name by midnight at the very latest.
Of course she doesn’t know we’re
The whole show is 6ver. We've found
out ail about' that pretty little affair
of five years ago.”
“What affair?” asked Standish, un-
moved. “Please explain. My time Is
limited.” •- , ; . *
“If you’re referring to your time in
politics, it is. It ends tonight. There!
There! Don’t get huffy. You’ve got
nerve all right I grant you that.
‘What affair,' hey? Why, the affair
with the Woman whom you registered
picion. And that makes our work all
the easier. She doesn’t know. And
there’s no one to warn her. It’s a
cinch!” >
His voice trailed off into a self-satis-
fied laugh. Nor was the laugh wholly
assumed. For he saw Standish’s
hands slowly clench again. And a few
beads of sweat / were oeginning' to
show themselves upon the insurgents
forehead.
CTO BE CONTINUED.)
GRAND FOAM OF EDUCATION
Museums of the Country Have Dor.e
Much for the Real Advancement
of the Student.
One of the hundred representatives
of as many American museums in
this country holding a three days’
conference expressed the opinion that
objects of are an<!jf otherwise on exhi-
: bition should not be labeled. Fortu-
i nately, he was edmbated by another
ther.
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his son with a slap on the
ke strode across to the
dcove. Wanda Kelly look-
liringly from the novel she
between telephone calls.
• Hy,” said Jim, "will you
nect me with the hotel of-
wled into a vacant seat at
aught up the extra receiver
> office? Perry? Hello.
This is Blake. Jim Blake.
!n two minutes I want you to
ord to \fr, Standish that he’s
■he phone here. Yes. Here,
s room Here at the phone
Fix it any way you like. Only
Sheer innocence had reached its 1 delegate, and the opinion of the mem-
towering acme—the summit whereon j ^ers generally seemed to be with the
rerts pure wisdom. Blake regarded j latter. There is no doubt of
the girl from under his bushy brows, j growing value of museums of all sorts
“Well?" he demanded, "if a ‘whole j aa educational factors, but their im
hundred dollars’ has shrunk so quick- j portance and usefulness would be
ly into a ‘little hundred dollars,’ what
price strikes you .as fair?”
"Let’s see!” pondered innocence’s
fair apostle, "how about ten thousand
dollars?” ,
Ten thousand dollars!” repeated
hampered if there w ere no labels. In
fact, the general comment of the pub-
lic Is that there are not labels enough.
Few* visitors are profound students.
They go to learn, and a stuffed ani-
mal, a picture or an ethnological
•of art, archaeology and ethnology, and
this city refused the whole aa a gift
•some eighty years ago because of the
slight expense of maintenance. In
consequence the collection was brok-
en up, and most of it went to Boston.
In these days we have the museum in
♦he art gallery in Fairmount park,
the University museum, the Commer-
cial museums, the Academy of Natu-
ral Sciences museum and some oth-
ers, all of which are growing rapidly,
and are being conducted scientifically
for the education of the people!
Although attendance on these is
large, it does not compare with what
it should be. Fo^ mere delight, for
usefulness and for broad education
these museums offer r.Sioctive and
satisfactory exhibits which make for
krowledge and culture. It is pleasing
that our distinguished visitors find
so much here to commend-—Philadel
phia Inquirer.
Fmohiwi
Haring been without a cold
jnjufe a French lady, who-'
fortxutate record, attributes it'
following process. Batik-:
tir taking a warm bath, she toil
ly sponges her throat, her ftice. and
toe bank pt her neck and ears with
toe very coldest water she can get lor
about two minutes. In cold weather
one may feel Inclined to shirk, s|w
says, but the pssult of steady appilcn*
tion she has found a - plentiful !#•
ward.
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Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets regulate
end invigorate stomach, liver and bowels,
Sugar-coated, tiny granules, easy to tafciSe
candy. Adv.
The world must be in a pretty bag
way when even toe promoter isn’t
faithful to his trust.
Dr. Peery’s Vermifuge
and expels Worms la a
Adr.
Don’t talk so much. People do not
pay any attention to#M
100 words you utter, „ -
isk
To Cleanse
Rusty NaH
Wounds
HANFORD**
Balsamefilynlt
For Gnlls,W3fw
Cuts, I liimnrw
Thrash. Old St
Blake. "Rot! Ten thousand dollars ! specimen is t.o them nothing until ex-
for—for one measly telephone num-; plained Some museums are issuing
ber!”
“No!” contradicted Wanda, and her
voice and face were like chilled steel,
"for a victory that saves your leader-
ship of the machine, that puts your
son-in-law to the speaker’s chair that
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