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(€) (©) (© (e) (€) (O] (€) +4 Copyright, 1913, by. the § & H. K. Fly company. 306000398003000000806006008C 30 That night in the back room of Blinâ€" key‘s English Eddie and Garson sat with their heads close together over a table. "Of course you hbaven‘t I‘m the first man in the business to get one, and I‘ll bet on it. I keep up with the times." He was revealing that funâ€" damental egotism which is the charâ€" acteristic of all his kind. "That‘s one of the new Maxim silencers. With smokeless powder in the cartridges, and the silencer on, I can make a shot from my coat pocket, and you wouldn‘t even know it had been done. And I‘m some shot, believe me." "Impossible!"‘ Mary ejaculated. "No, it ain‘t Here, wait, I‘ll show you‘n "Good gracious, not here!" Mary exâ€" claimed in alarm. "We would have the whole place down on us." Garson chuckled. "You just watch that dinky little vase at the table across the room there. Tain‘t very valuable, is it?" ‘‘No," Mary answered. In the same instant, while still her eyes were on the vase, it fell in a casâ€" cade of shivered glass to the table and BHoor. She had heard no sound, she saw no sasmoke. Perhaps, theroe had been a faintest clicking noise. She stared dumfounded for a few seconds, then turned her bewildered face toâ€" ward Garson, who was grinning in high enjoyment. _ "A chance like this," Griggs was sayâ€" ing, "a chance that will make a forâ€" tune for all of us." ¢ wistfully. "Neat little thing, ain‘t it?" the man asked, exultantly. "Where did you get it?" Mary asked. "In Boston, last week. And between you and me, Mary, it‘s the only model, and it sure is a corker." Garson‘s Noiseless Gun. OMETHING of what was in his S mind was revealed in (Garson‘s first speech after Griggs‘ going. "That‘s a mighty big stake he‘s playing for." "And a big chance be‘s taking!" Mary retorted. "No, Joe, we don‘t want any of that. We‘ll play a game that‘s safe and sure." "For rough work," he said, "I bare this." He took a magazine pistol from his pocket. It was of an odd shape, with a barrel longer than usual and a bellshaped contrivance attached to the muzzle. "Pooh!" The forger exclaimed. "Even if 1 used it, they would never get on to me. See this?‘ He pointed at the strange contrivance on the muzâ€" zle. 2 "What is it? I have never seen anyâ€" thing like that before." The words recalled to the forger weird forebodings that had been troubling him throughout the day. "It‘s sure enough," he stated, "but is it safe?" "What do you mean?" Garson walked to and fro nervously as he answered. T "No, no, Joe," Mary cried. â€" "None of thatLZevert®‘ _ putting it over on ‘em and try some rough work?" "Don‘t worry, Joe. 1 know a way to stop it." "Well, so far as that goes, so do I," the forger said, with significant emâ€" phasis. "Just what do you mean by that?" Mary demanded, suspiciously. "It sounds good," Garson admitted, ‘"S‘pose the bulls get tired of you By MARVIN DANA B A TARD VEKILLER Fromnm the Play of Inspector Burke. CHAPTER X. "Weill," urged Griggs, "what do you say ?" "How would we split it?" "Three ways would be right," Griggs answered. "One to me, one to you and one to be divided up among the others." "Get nothing!"‘ Garson interrupted. "IT‘ll get my own men. Chicago Red is in town. So is Dacey, with perhaps a couple of others of the right sort. I‘ll get them and we‘ll turn the trick toâ€" morrow night." Garson brought his fist down on the table with a force that made the glassâ€" es fingle. "You‘re on," he said, strongly. "Fine!" Griggs deciared, and the two men shook hands. "Now, I‘ll get"â€" "That‘s the stuff,"â€"Griggs agreed, greatly pleased. But a sudden shadow fell on the face of Garson. He bent closer to his comâ€" panion and spoke with a fierce intenâ€" sity that brooked no denial. "She must never know." Griggs nodded understandingly. Mary had gone to her bedroom for a nap. She was not in the least surâ€" prised that Dick had not yet returned, though he had mentioned half an bour. At the best there were many things that might‘ detain hbhimâ€"his father‘s absence from the office, difficulties in making arrangements for his projectâ€" ed honeymoon trip abroad â€" which would never occurâ€"or the like. At the worst there was a chance of findâ€" ing his father promptly. and ofâ€"that father as promptly taking steps to prevent the son from ever again see ing the woman who had so indiscreetâ€" ly married him. Yet somehow Mary could not believe that hber husband would yield to such paternal coercion. Rather, she was sure that he would prove loyal to her whom he loved through every trouble. At the thought a certain wistfulness pervaded ber and a poignant regret that this particular man should have been the one chosen of fate to be enâ€" tangled within her mesh of revenge. There throbbed in her a heart torment: ing realization that there were in life possibilities infinitely more: splendid than the joy of vengeance. She would not confess the truth éeven to her inâ€" most soul, but the truth was there and set her atremble with vague fears. "Oh, here you are, at last!" the big. burly man cried as she entered. ‘"Yes, inspector," Mary replied pleasâ€" antly, as she advanced into the room. She gave a glance toward the other visitor, who was of a slenderer form, with a thin, keen face, and recognized him instantly as Demarest, who bhad taken part against her as the lawyer for the store at the time of her trial, and who was now district attorney. She went to the chair at the desk and seated herself in a leisurely fashion that increased the indignation of the fuming inspector. She did not ask ber self invited guests to sit. "It‘s a man named Burke," she exâ€" plained as her mistress lay blinking. "And there‘sâ€"another man with him. They said they must see you." By this time Mary was wide awake, for the name of Burke, the police inâ€" spector, was enough to startle her out of drowsiness. ' "To whom do 1 owe the pleasure of this wisit, inspector?‘ she remarked coolly. It was noticeable that she said whom and not what, as if she understood perfect!y that the influence of some person brought him. "1 bhave come to bave a few quiet words with you," the inspector deâ€" clared. Mary disregarded him, and turned to the other man. She had slept, perhaps, a half bhour when Fannie awakened her. She got up, slipped into a teagown, bathed ber eyes in cologne, dressed her hbair a little and went into the drawing room, where the two men bad been waiting for something more than a quarter of an hourâ€"to the vioâ€" lent indignation of both. "How do you do, Mr. Demarest?" she said evenly. "It‘s four years since we met, and they‘ve made you district attorney since then. Allow me to conâ€" gratulate you." "Why!" he exclaimed, "you areâ€"it can‘t beâ€"yesâ€"you are the girl, you‘re the Mary Turner whom Iâ€"oh, I know you now." Demarest‘s keen face took on an exâ€" pression of perplexity. "I‘m puzzled,"‘ bhe confessed. *"There is something familiar, somehow, about you, and yet"â€" "I‘m the girl you mean, Mr. Demarâ€" est, but, for the rest, you don‘t know meâ€"not at all!" "Can‘t you guess?" Mary questioned, "Search your memory, Mr. Demarest." The face of the district attorney lightened. "Young woman,"\ Burke said, perâ€" amptorily, "the Twentieth Century limited leaves Grand Central station at 4 o‘clock. It arrives in Chicago at 8:55 tomorrow morning." He pulled a massive gold watch from his waistâ€" coat pocket, glanced at it, thrust it back, and concluded ponderously: "You will just about have time to catch that train." The district attorney interposed very suavely: "I did once, I remember." "But you can‘t do it again," Mary declared with an assurance that exâ€" "You‘d better be packing your trunk," the inspector rumbled. ~ "But why? I‘m not going away." "On the Twentieth Century limited this afternoon," the inspector declarâ€" ed in a voice of growing wrath. "Oh, dear, no!" ® "I say yes!" The answer was a bellow. "I‘m giving you your orders. You will either go to Chicago or you‘ll go up the river." : "Working for the New York Cenâ€" tral now?" Mary asked blandly. "If you can convict me. Pray, noâ€" tice that little word ‘if.‘" "Hub!"‘ Burke exclaimed grufly. "I‘ve seen them go up pretty easy." "How do you know he can‘t?"‘ he biustered. "Because if he could hbe would hbhave bad me in prison some time ago." rited the astonishment of the police oefficial. > ‘"‘The poor ones; not those that have money. 1 have money, plenty of moneyâ€"now." ‘"*Money you stole!" the inspector reâ€" turned brutally. "Oh, dear, no!" Mary cried with a fine show of virtuous indignation. "What about the $30,.000 you got on that partnership swindle? I s‘pose you didr‘t steal that!" "Certainly not," was the ready reâ€" ply. "The man advertised for a part ner in a business sure to bring big and safe returns. We formed a partner ship with a capital of $60,000. We paid the money into the bank, and then at once I drew it out. It was legal for me to draw that moneyâ€" wasn‘t it, Mr. Demarest?" The district attorney admitted the truth of her contention. ‘"Well, anyhow," Burke shouted. "you may stay inside the law, but you‘ve got to get outside the city. Or the level, now, do you think you could get away with that young Gilder scheme you‘ve been planning?" . "What young Gilder scheme?" "Oh, I‘m wiseâ€"I‘m wise!" the inâ€" spector cried roughly. *"The answet is, once for all, leave town this afterâ€" noon or you‘ll be in the FTFombs in the morning." "It can‘t be done, inspector." Mary opened a drawer of the desk and took out the document obtained that morning from Harris and held it forth." Demarest looked over the inspector‘s shoulder, and his eyes grew larger as bhe read. When he was at an end. of the reading he regarded the passive woman at the desk with a new respect. "You might ask Mr. Demarest," Mary suggested pleasantly, "as to whether or not it can be done. The gambling bhouses can do it and so keep on breakâ€" ing the law. The race track men can do it and laugh at the law. The railâ€" road can do it to restrain its employees from striking. So why shouldn‘t I get one too? You see, I have money. I can buy all the law I want. And there‘s nothing you can‘t do with the law if you have money enough. Ask Mr. Demarest. He knows.‘"‘ "Miss Turner," the district attorney said, with an appearance of sincerity, "I‘m going to appeal to your sense of fair play." ¢ "That was killed four years ago." But Demarest persisted. Influence bad been brought to bear on him. It was for ber own sake now that he urged her. "Let young Gilder alone." _ Mary laughed again. "His father sent me away for three yearsâ€"three years for something I didn‘t do. Well, he‘s got to pay for it." "Don‘t fool yourself, my girl,"‘ he said in his huge voice, which was now modulated to a degree that made "What‘s this?" hbe took the paper. "What‘s this?"‘ Burke repeated helpâ€" lessly. Mary was kind enough to make the document clear to him. "It‘s a temporary restraining order from the supreme court instructing you to let me alone until you have leâ€" gal proof that I have broken the law." "But it can‘t be done," shouted Burke. By this time, Burke, a man of suâ€" perior intelligence, as one must be to reach such a position of authority, had come to realize that here was a case not to be carried through by blusterâ€" ing, by intimidation, by the rough ruses familiar to the force. "Can you beat that?‘ Burke rumâ€" bled. He regarded Mary with a starse of almost reverential wonder. _"A crook appealing to the law!"‘ it almost unfamiliar to himself. "You can‘t go through with this. There‘s always a weak link in the chain someâ€" where. It‘s up to me to find it, and 1 will." f "Well, gentlemen, what are you go ing to do about it? "Now," she said, and there was reâ€" spect in the glance she gave the stalâ€" wart man, ‘"‘now you really sound dangerous.‘"‘ Fannie appeared at the door. "Mr. Edward Gilder wishes to see you, Miss Turner," she said. "Shall I show him in?‘ "Oh, certainly," Mary answered, with an admirable pretense of indifference, while Burke glared at Demarest, and the district attorney appeared ill at "Well, gentlemen, what are you geing to do about it?" THE TNDEPENDEXNT, GBRIMSBT, ONT. Burke stormed, but \ _ _ GHMAPTER X1. Gilder Meets Bride. THERE entered the erect, beavy figure of the man whom Mary bad hbhated through the years. He stopped abruptly just withâ€" in the room, gave a glance at the two men, then his eyes went to Mary, sitâ€" ting at her desk, with ber face lifted ingquiringly. He did not pause to take in the beauty of that face, only its strength. He stared at her silently for a moment. Then hbe spoke, a little tremulous from anxiety. "Are you the woman?‘ he said. There was something simple and primâ€" itive, something of dignity beyond the usual conventions. in his direct adâ€" dress. Mary‘s acknowledgment was as plain as his own question. "I am the woman. What do you want?" ‘"My son." 4 Mary guessed that his coming was altoggher of his own volition, and not the result of his son‘s information, as at first she had supposed. "Havre you seen him recently?‘ “No‘” "Then, why did you come?‘ "Because I intend to save my boy from a great folly. I am informed that be is infatuated with you, and Inspector Burke tells imeâ€"whyâ€"he tells meâ€"whyâ€"bhe tells me"â€" He paused, unable for a moment to conâ€" tinue from an excess of emotion. "But I don‘t want him to know," he stammered. "Why, I‘ve spared the boy all his life. If he really loves youâ€"it will"â€" Here, then, was the moment for which she had longed through weary days\. through weary years.. Here was the man whom she bated, suppliant before ber to know the truth. Her heart quickened. Truly, vengeance is sweet to one who has suffered unâ€" justly. Then, somehow, the surcharged atâ€" mosphere penetrated his consciousness, and he looked around, to see his father standing grimly opposite him. But there was no change in his expression beyond a more radiant smile. "Yes," Gilder said, after he had reâ€" gained his self control. He stared at her pleadingly. ‘"Tell me, is this true?" Inspector Burke filled the halting sentence. "I told you she had been an exâ€"conâ€" viet." At that moment, the son himself entered hurriedly. In his eagerness he saw no one save the woman he loved. At his entrance, Mary rose and moved backward a step involuntarily, in sheer surprise over his coming. The young man went swiftly to her, while the other three men stood silent. Dick took Mary‘s hand in a warm clasp, pressed it tenderly. "I didn‘t see father,‘" he said happily, "but I left a note on his desk at the office." Mary kept her eyes steadfast on the father. There was triumph in ber gaze. This was the vengeance for which she had longed, for which she had plotted, the vengeance she had at last achieved. Here was her fruition, the period of her supremacy. "Do you want my son to learn what you are?" he said. Then Gilder showed hbis true beart in which love for his ‘boy was before all else. "Hello, dad!" he cried, joyously. ‘"‘Then you got my note?" "No, Dick, I haven‘t had any note." The young man spoke with simple pride. "Is this true?" the man repeated, with something of borror in his voice. "It is," Mary said quietly. For a little, there was silence in the room. At last, Gilder spoke with the "Why not? I‘m ready to tell him myself." sureness of a man of wealth, confident that money will salve any wound. "How much?" he asked, baldly. Mary smiled an inscrutable smile. "Oh, I don‘t need money," she said, carelessly. "Inspector Burke will tell you how easy it is for me to get it." Gilder seemed dazed by the brief sentence. "Say that again," he commanded. "Dad, Mary and I were married this morning." _ ; "I married your son this morning," Mary said in a matter of fact tone. "I married him. Do you quite underâ€" stand, Mr. Gilder? I married him." In that insistence Jlay hber ailtimate compensation for untold misery. The father stood there wordless, unable to find speech against this calamity that bad befallen him. "Dad we‘re married. Mary and I were married this morning." "Are you the woman?" "It‘s a frameup!" Burke roared. He glared at the young man. *"Tell your father it ain‘t true Why, do you know what she is? She‘s done time." He paused for an instant, then spoke in a voice that was brutally menacing, "And she‘lt do it again!" The young man turned toward his bride." There was disbelief, hope. deâ€" spair, in his face. "It‘s a lie, Mary," he said. "Say it‘s a lie!" He seized bher hand passionâ€" ately. "Mary," he said softly, yet with a strength of conviction, "you married me because you love me." "It is the truth." Mary said Girmly. "I have served three years in prison.‘"‘ the bars. You owe for all that. Well, I‘ve begun to collect." "It is." Mary gave the answer coldâ€" ly, convincingly. Convincingly, save to oneâ€"her husâ€" band. Dick suddenly aroused and spoke with the violence of one sure. "It is not!" He stood up and went to Mary, and took her two hands in his, very gently, yet very firmly. "And you love me now!‘‘ he went on insistingly. "No, no!" Mary‘s denial came like a cry for escape. ; There was a silence of a minute that was like years. i "Do you remember what I said to you the day you had me sent away?" "I don‘t remember you at all.‘" "Perhaps you remember Mary Turâ€" ner, who was arrested four years ago for robbing your store, and perhaps you remember that she asked to speak to you before they took her to prison." The beavy jowled man gave a start. "Oh, you begin to remember! Yes! There was a girl who swore she was innocentâ€"yes, she swore that she was innocent. And she would have got off â€"only you asked the judge to make an example of her." "You are that girl?" f "I am that girl." * There was a little interval of silence. Then Mary spoke again remorse lessly. "And that is why you married my boy ?" "Dad, Mary and I were married this morning." bride of a day. Then he spoke again more beseechingly, "Say there‘s a mistake." Mary spoke with a simplicity that admitted no denial. "It‘s all quite true." 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There was a 1 ineeecone uin nc n esten sls en ie m en mt‘ & t oa lt * sfi o t e o en esc e en ‘%4"\’-% s t t tg... s i m ooo o oo "Say, there‘s a mistake." ‘"‘no, I did masterful quality in ais declaration, which seemed to ignore her negation. "I don‘t." she repeated bitterly. "Look me in the face and say that." There was n silence that seeined long, though it was measured in the passing of seconds. At last Margy, who had planned so long for this hour, gathered her forces and spoke valiantâ€" lIy. Her voice was low, but without any weakness of doubt. "I1 do not love you." "Just the same yon are my wife, and I‘m going to keep you and make you love me." "She‘s a crook!" Burke said. "I don‘t care what you‘ve been!" Dickâ€"exclaimed. "From now on you‘ll go straight. You‘ll walk the straightâ€" est line a woman ever walked. You‘ll put all thoughts of vengeance out of your beart because IPJl fill it with something biggerâ€"I‘m going to make you love me." Burke spoke again: "I tell you she‘s a crook." Mary moved a little, and then turned ber face toward Gilder. "And I‘m proud of it!"" came bher inâ€" stant retort. "Do you know what goes on there behind those : tone walls? Do you, Mr. District Att rney, whose business it is to send girls there? Do you know what a girl is expected to do to get time off for good behavior? If you don‘t, ask the keepers. A bright, refined and energetic woman wanted to measure and take orders for special and custom made corsets from ladies in their own homes. This opporâ€" tunity is exceptional as a dignified means of making a good income. iPrevious exâ€" perience not necessary. Instructions and training free. Liberal commission. Apply by letter for interview to Mrs. C. B. Alâ€" len, cjio_ "Independent," Grimsby. Notice is hereby given that the Board of License Commissioners for the License District of Lincoln, will meet in the Inspector‘y office, 43 Geneva St., in the City of St. Cathâ€" rines, on Friday the: 23fd day . of April,: 1915, At ‘the hour of 2 o‘clock pm., for the purpose of considering applications for Liquor Licenses for the License year 1915â€"16. 1 shop License applied for, for the License year 19}15â€"16. "And, if I am,. who made me one! You can‘t send a girl to prison and bave her come out anything else." "I served every minute of my timeâ€" every minute of it, three full, whole years. Do you wonder that I want to get even. that some one hbhas got to pay? Four years ago. you took away my nameâ€"and gave me a number. Now, I‘ve given up the numberâ€"and I‘ve got your name." Ontario Liquor License Act. License district of Lincolin Inspector. 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