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Show T THE MAMMOTH RECORD, MAMMOTH CITY, UTAH' you feel like going on?. We must beat American Styles in Summer them to the Tavern. They " I am all right now, she said, and they were off again. Barnes now picked his way carefully and with the greatest caution. He could only pray that he was going in the right direction. An hour hut what seemed thrice as long passed jind they had not come to the edge of the forest,. Her feet were beginning to'drag; he could tell that by the effort she made to keep up with him.1 From timeto time he paused 'to allow her; te rest ' q You are plucky, he once 'said to her.' 5: f'V'xy.. y ,:r I am afraid I could not be so plucky if you were not so strong, she sighed, and he loved the tired, whimsical little twist she. put into her reply; To his - dismay they came abruptly upon a region abounding in huge rocks. This was ,new? territory, to- him. 4 His heart sank. By Jove, I I believe we are farther away from;. the road than when we started. We must have been going up the slope instead of down.. In any case, Mr. Barnes, she murmured, we have found something to sit down upon. He chuckled. If you can be as cheerful as all that, we shant miss the cushions, he said, and, for the first ' - 1 ,' Copyright by Dodd, Head and Company, Inc. CHAPTER XIII Continued. 11 I will put my coat over your head. Here is a little electric torch. Dont Bash it until I am sure the coat is arranged so that you can do so without a gleam of light getting out from under.' lie pressed the torch and a bit of closely folded paper in the others hand and carefully draped the coat over his head. Barnes read: Thank God I I was afraid you would wait until tomorrow night. Then it would have been too late. I must get away tonight but I cannot leave I dare not leave without something that is concealed, in another part of the house. I do not know how to seGure it. My door is locked from the outside. What am I to do? I would rather die than to go away without it. Hastily he wrote: If you do not come at once, we will force our way into the house and fight it out with them all. My friend is coming up the vines. Let him enter the window. Tell him where to go and he will do the rest.- He is a miracle man. Nothing is impossible to him. If he does not return in ten minutes, I shall follow." ' There was no response to this. The head reappeared in, the window, but no word camHlown. Sprouse whispered : I am going up. Stay here. If you hear a commotion in the house, run for it. Dont wait for me. Ill probably be done for. x'-- ' Til do just as I please about running," said Barnes, and there was a deep thrill in his whisper. Good luck. God help you if they catch you. Not even he could help me then. Good-by- . Ill do what I can to induce her to drop out of the window if anything goeft wrong with me downstairs. .moment later he was silently scaling the wall of the house, feeling his way carefully, testing every precarious foothold, dragging himself painfully upwards by means of the 'nvost uncanny, animal-lik- e strength and stealth. f Baines could pot recall drawing a single breath from the instant the man left his side until the faintly luminous was obliterated aquart; atmehle-beaby the black of bis body as it wriggled over the ledge. We will follow Sprouse. When he crawled through the window and stood erect, inside the room, he found himself confronted by a tall, shadowy figbetween him ure, standing half-wa- y and the door. f He advanced a step or two and ut. tered a soft hiss of warning. Not a sound, he whispered, drawI have come four ing still nearer. - - d , man sits in there all night long, keeping watch. You could not approach Prince Ugos door without being seen by that watcher. . You said in your note to Barnes that the er something was in Curtis : I study. The prince1 sleeps in Mr. Curtis room. The study adjoins it, and can only be entered from the bedroom. There is no other door. What are you doing? I am going to take a peep over the transom,, first of all. If the coast is clear, I shall take a little stroll down the hall. Do not be alarmed. I will come back with the things we both want. Pardon me. He sat down on the edge of the bed and removed his shoes. She watched him as if fascinated while he opened the bosom of his soft shirt and stuffed the wet shoes inside. ' Then he said : You are not dressed for flight. May I suggest that while I am outside you slip on a dark skirt and coat? You cannot go far in that dressing gown. It would be in shreds before you had gone a hundred feet through the brush. If I do not return to this room inside of fifteen minutes, or if you hear sounds of a struggle, crawl through the window and go down the vines. Barnes will look out for you. You must not fail, Theodore I must reSprouse, she whispered. gain the jewels and the state papers. I cannot go without ... I shall do my best," he said simply. Silently he drew a chair to the door, mounted it and, drawing himself up by his hands, poked his head through the open transom. An instant later he was on the floor again. ...She heard him inserting a key in the lock. Almost before she could realize that it had actually happened, the door opened slowly, cautiously, and his thin wiry figure slid through what seemed to her no more than a crack. As softly the door ' i was closed. dazed and a For long time she stood, unbelieving, in the center of the room, staring at the door. She held her breath, listening for the shout that was so sure to come and the' shot, perhaps ! A prayer formed on her lips and went voicelessly up to God. ' Suddenly she roused herself from the stupefaction that held her. With feverish haste she snatched up' garments from the chair on which she had carefully placed them in anticipation of the emergency that now presented itself. A blouse (which she neglected to button), a short skirt of some dark material, a jacket, and a pair of stout walking shoes (which she failed to lace), completed the swift transformation. As she glided to the window, she jammed the pins into a small black hat of felt. Then she peered over the ledge. She started back, stifling a cry with her hand. A mans head had almost come in contact with her own as she leaned out. A mans hand reached over and grasped the inner ledge of the casement, and then a mans face was dimly revealed to her startled gaze. i '1 . CHAPTER XIV. i A Flight, a Stone-Cutter- s Shed, and a Outside.' Why have you come up here? Voice thousand miles to help you, countess. This is not the time or place to explain. We haven't a moment to waste. I need only say that I have been sent from Paris by persons you know to aid you in delivering the crown jewels into the custody of your countrys pilnlster in Paris. We must act swiftly. Tell me where they are. I will get them. Who are you? she whispered ensely. My name Is Theodore Sprouse. I have been loaned to your embassy by my own government I beg of you do not ask questions now. Tell me where the prince sleeps,- how I may get to' his " " ' room !' ' ! You know that he Is the prince? " "And that you are his cousin. Not She was silent for a moment. only Is It Impossible for you to enter his room but It is equally Impossible for you to get out of this one except ' by the way you entered. If I thought Wa.4 for you chunce the there Slightest " , She came swiftly to his side. Thank the Lord, I made it," he I came up whispered, breathlessly. because there was nowltere else to go. I thought I heard voices a man and a woman speaking. They seemed to be quite close to me. Dont be alarmed, Miss Cameron. I am confident that I can " "And now that you are here, trapped as I am, what do you purpose to do? You cannot escape. Go back before It is too late. "Is Sprouse where is he? He is somewhere in the house. I was to wait until he Oh, Mr. Barnes, I I nin terrified. You will never know the "Trust him," he said. lie Is a marvel.' We'll be safely out of here in a little while, and then It will all look simple to you. You are, ready to go? Good! Sit down, do! .If he doesn't return in a minute or two, Ill take a look about the house myself. I dont intend to desert him. I know this floor pretty well, and the lower, one. The stairs are" "But the stairway Is closed at the bottom by a solid steel curtain. It Is made to look like a panel in the wall. You are not to venture outside this room, Mr. Barnes. I forbid It. You "How did Sprouse get out? You said your door was locked." "He had a key. I do not know where he obtained" Skeleton key, such as burglars use. By Jove, what a wonderful burglar he would make! Courage, Miss Cameron He will be here soon. Then comes the real adventure my part of It I didnt ' " ' to- -'' come here tonight to get any flushy old me be Let the Judge of that,' coun- crown Jewels. I came to take you out " tess.1 Where Is his room?" of The lust lo the' right os you leave ' You you know about the crown this doorat tho extreme end of the Jewels? she murmured. Her body corridor. Across the hall from his seemed to stiffen. "Then you know room yon will see uu open door. A who I am? I -- ; No. You will tell me tomorrow. Yes, yes tomorrow, she whis- pered. For some time there was silence. Both were listening intently for sounds in the hall. She leaned closer to whisper in his ear. Their shoulders touched. He wondered If she experienced the same delightful thrill that ran through his body. She told him of the man who watched across the hall from the room supposed to be occupied and of by Loeb the secretary, Sprouses incomprehensible daring. Where is Mr. Curtis? he asked. Her breath fanned his cheek, her lips were close to his ear. There Is no Mr. Curtis here. He died four months ago in Florida." I suspected as much. He did not press her for further revelations. Sprouse should be here by this time. I must go out there and see if he requires any She clutched his arm frantically. You shall do nothing of the kind. You shall - ; not Sh! What do you take me for, Miss Cameron? He may be sorely in need of help. Do you think that I would leave him to God knows what sort of fate? But he said positively that I was to go in case he did not return In in fifteen minutes, she begged. He may have been cut off and was compelled to escape from another Just the same, Ive gbt to see what has become of No No ! She arose with him, dragging at his arm. Do not be foolhardy. You are not skilled at " j There is only one way to stop me, Miss Cameron. If you will come with me now But I must know whether he se, ! cured the - Then let me go. I will find out whether he has succeeded. He was rougher than he realized in wrenching his arm free. She uttered a low moan and covered her face with her hands. Undeterred, he crossed to the door. His hand was on the knob when a door slammed violently somewhere in a distant part of the house. A hoarse shout of alarm rang out, and then the rush of heavy feet over thickly carpeted floors. Barnes acted with lightning swiftness. He sprang to the open window, the girt half-carryin- half-draggin- g with him. Now for ' it he whispered. Not a Climb upon my back, on for dear life. He through the window flat across the sill. Hurry! Dont be afraid. I am strong enough to carry you if the vines do their part, With surprising alacrity and sure-nes- s she crawled out beside him and then over upon his broad back, clasping her arms around his neck. Holding to the ledge with one hand he felt for and clutched the thick vine with the other. Slowly he slid his body off of the sil! and swung free by one arm. An instant later he found the lattice with the other hand and the hurried descent began. His feet touched the ground. In the twinkling of an eye he picked her up in his (tnns and bolted across the little grass plot into the shrubbery. She did not utter a sound. Presently , he set her down. His breath was gone, his strength ex1 hausted. Cnn you manage to walk a little way?" he gasped. Give me your hand, and follow as close to my heels as you can.' Better that I should bump into things than you. Shouts were now heard, and shrill blasts on a police whistle split the air. On they stumbled, blindly, recklessly. He spared her many an injury by taking it himself. More than once she murmured sympathy when he crashed into a tree or floundered over a log. Utterly at sea, he was now guessing at the course they were taking. Whether their frantic dash. was leading them toward the Tavern, or whether they were circling back' to Green Fancy, he knew nqt. ranting, he forged onward. At last she cried out, quaveringly : Oh, I I can go no farther! Cant we Is It not safe to stop for a mo1 second to lose. quick, and hang had scrambled and was lying My breath ( , (TO BE CONTINUED.) Christian Unity. He who takes hold of one end of the litter on which n hurt brother In pfone must not pause to question the name nnd affiliation of the ninn who takes hold of the other ' end. The ' '' Christian Herald. sure." Each Works to Same End. The ease, the luxury, nnd the nhiud-nnc- e of the highest slate of olvjitaa-tloare as productive of selflshnws os the difficulties, tho privation, cud the sterilities of the lowest. Col uo Do you think he escaped? I am sure of It. Those whistles .vere sounding the alarm. He may ome this way. The chances are that our flight has not been discovered. Do ! ' , , - Ready-Mad- es ' i for Little Maids , . . . . Ls i A k ! God bless you, yes,, he exclaimed, and enma, to an abrupt stop. She leaned heavily against him, gasping I , hnvent the faintest for breath. we where are, but we must lie idea, some distance from the. house. We will rest a few minutes find then take It easier, more cautiously. I am sorry, hut It was the only thing to do, rough as It was. I know, I understand. I am not complaining, Mr. Barnes. You will find me ready and strong nnd Let. me think. I must try to get my bearings. Good Lord, I wish Sprouse were here. He can see in the dark. We are off the path, thats i time, risked a flash of the electric torch. The survey was brief. He led her forward a few paces to a flat bouland there they seated themselves. der, : I wonder where we are, she said. I am inclined to suspect that we are above Green Fancy, but a long way off to the right of it. Admitting that to be the case, I am afraid to retrace our steps. The Lord only knows what we might blunder into. I think the only sensible thing to do, Mr. Barnes, is to make ourselves as snug and comfortable as we can and wait for the first signs of daybreak. He scowled and was glad that it was too dark for her to see his face. He wondered if she fully appreciated what would happen to him if the pursuers came upon him in this forbidding spot. He could almost picture his own body lying there among the rocks and rotting, while she well, she would merely go back to Green Fancy. I fear you do not realize the exWe treme gravity of the situation. must get out of these woods if I have to carry you in my arms. I shall try to keep going, she said Forgive me if I seemed to quickly. falter a little. I I am ready to go on when you say the word. ,You poor girl ! Hang it all, perhaps you are right and not I. Sit still nnd I will reconnoiter a bit. If I can find a place where we can hide among these rocks, well stay here till the sky begins to lighten. Sit "No I shall not let you leave ine for a second. Where you go, I go. She struggled to her feet, suppressing a groan, and thrust a determined arm through his. ;Thats worth remembering, said he, nnd whether it wns a muscular necessity or an emotional exaction that caused his arm to tighten on hers, none save he would ever know. After n few minutes prowling among the rocks they came to the face of what subsequently proved to he n sheer wall of stone. lie flashed the light, nnd, with an exclamation, started back. Not six feet ahead of them the earth seemed to end; a ynwnlng black gulf lay beyond. Apparently they were on the very edge of a cliff. "Good Lord, that wns n close call," he gasped. He explained In n few words nnd then, commanding her to stand perfectly still, dropped to the ground and carefully felt his way forward. Again he flashed the light. In nil instant he understood. They were on the brink of n shallow quarry. nevertheless, contrives to be veiT dainty. The manufacturer who turned out the tjyo envelope chemises shown-herwill not dread a comparison becountween them and their hand-mad- e terparts. They-arjust as effective and just as durable. It is in little details of finish that the hand-mad- e garment getn ' beyond the limitations of machinery ' and cannot be exactly' copied. The chemise at the left Is of white silk with a crossbar of green. ' There is a yoke of plain silk, also a border about the bottom and bands over the shoulders-madof it. Bows (if narrow ribbon with their hanging ends finished with soft silk balls make fascinating and ' original' finishing" touches. ' The lovely garment at the right Is made of pale blue satin with heavy silk1 embroider and real fillet lace to enrich it. The empire waistline makes it graceful. This is gathered in with satin ribbon tied in a bow with longloops and ends. The same models are not less beautiful or less elegant when made of fine cotton fabrics. . i ment? Holding to the Ledge With One Hand, He Felt for and Clutched the Thick Vine With the Other. In certain lines of womens apparel America has become independent of other countries in the production of styles and materials. In some things we are conceded to excel, as in the designing and making of tailored suits and shoes. We have been driven to depend upon ourselves in producing the bulk of the readymade underwear worn by women whose deraauds are peculiarly American. The proportion of undergarments made of washable, silks grows larger, and crepe de chine gains on fine cotton materials every day. There are several very good reasons for this, but the main one ls the inborn love of luxurious clothes, especially in the matter of undergarments, which is rooted in the eternal feminine nature. Hand stitching Is the hall-marof elegance on undermuslins, so. that women who know how to sew for themselves hwve a great advantage over those who do not. But there Is not much hand sewing or hand embroidery pn manufactured underwear, which, As mothers become busier, or less Inclined to spend time In sewing, In order to give1 It to other affairs, they have learned to look to the specialist to help them out with frocks nnd other clothes for children. And manufacturers have met the growing demand for ready-mad- e or pnrtly-nmd- e clothes, by turning out examples of good designing, in practical materials, that the most gifted amateur cannot hope to excel. Even those mothers who prefer to have the childrens clothes made at home, look to the display of childrens frocks made In the simps for models to guide thorn. Wraps they . nearly always buy ready made, Since the school girl must be outfitted by the time September appears over times horizon, dresses and wraps for her make their entry . In July.-Thesforerunners of fall styles this year show that the neat effects that were featured in spring have come to stay a while, all because they were so heartily welcomed. ' They mark an advance in taste nnd are useful In educating the little girls themselves to like neatness, A fine sense of clothes ls sometimes Inborn, but oftener It ls acquired unconsciously by the fortunate daughter of a dlscrlur Innting mother. Neatness Is the outstanding merit of the frock and wrap chov, n in the picture above. ... The little girl at the left wears a dress of black and white checked woolen goods made with a plaited skirt and a wrap that Inherits its style from tlie spring season. It is a ccat and cape combined with buttons for ornament nnd has a small cape collar overlaid with silk. It will be noticed that It, is longer than the dress (which ! knee length) In llic cape portion, and that the shorter coat ls belted across There are very practical tliq front. set-ipockets on each side, The frock of cotton poplin att the right might be made of clminbray, gingham, or other sturdy cotton goods, or in plain wools, it Is a pretty design with bodice simulating 'a Jncket and a plaited skirt. Small buttons and a childish collur,. sot off by very simple embroidered sprays, that are repeated on the bottom of the .Jacket, reveal the Ideas of a designer who has no superiors. They are the nignatuiw of trained talent. n e |
