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ti The Kingdom of The Blind By E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM. I (Copygzhtod ) he stopped the car and. standing up. Synopsis of Later Chapters. I Capta=n Granet calls upon Monsieur. Guillot at the Milan Hotel and gives him a document from the Kaiser of- fering France a separate peace. The plot is discovered. Conyers Sinks two submarines. Granet is commissioned by his uncle, Sir Alfred Auselman, to destroy the new sub detector, made by Sir Meyville Worth of Norfolk. When calling upon Isabel Worth be Is mis- taken by the inventor for the captain of the guard and shown the march- lous invention. CHAPTER XX.â€"(Cont’d.) ‘ “It isn’t Captain Chalmers, father,” Isabel interrupted. ‘ Sir Me} 'ille seemed sudden come still. He looked fixedly Granet. “Who are you. then?" he demanded. “Who are you, sir?” “I am Captain Grunct of the Royal Fusiliers, back from the Front, wo‘: ids: ,” Granet replied. “I can as-, sure you that I am a perfectly trust-l worthy persin." “But I don't understand," Sir Meyâ€" vil‘e said sharply. “What are you doing here?” “I came to call upon your daugh-: ter,” Granet explained. “I had the. pleasure of meeting her at lunch at .ia-dy Anselm-en’s the other day. We have been playing golf together at. Brancaster.” l Sir Mcyville began to mumble to: Eimself as he pushed them into the' out. “My fault,” he muttered.â€"'â€"“1ny" fault. Captain Granet, I thought that? my daughter knew my wishes. I am not at present in a position to receive guests or visitors of any description.‘ You will pardon my apparent inhospi- tality. I shall ask you sir, to kindly forget this visit and to keep away fro..1 here for the present." “I shall obey your wishes, of course,; sir,” Granet promised. “I can assure‘ you that I am quite a harmless person, though." . “I do not doubt it, sir," Sir Meyville, replied, “but it is the harmless people: ly to be-‘ at' l I I l l of the world who do the most mischief! An idle word here or there and great" secrets are given away. If you will allow me, I will show you a qulickerl way down the avenue, without goin-g‘ to the house.” Granet shrugged his shoulders. “Just as you will, sir,” he assented. “You can go in, Isabel,” her father directed curtly. “I will see Captadn' Gramet off.” She obeyed and took leave of her, guest with a little shrug of» the shoul- ders. Sir Meyville took Granet’s arm and led him down the avenue. ; “Captain Granet,” he said gravely, “I am an indiscreet person and I have an indiscreet daughter. Bearing in mind your profession, I may speak to_ you .as man to men. Keep-what you, have seen absolutely secret. Put a seal upon your memory. Go back to Brancaster and don’t even look again in this direction. -The soldiers round this place have orders not to stand on ceremony with any one, and by to- night I believe we are to have an escort of Marines here as well. What you have seen is for the good of the country." “I congratulate you heartily, sir," lplied gloomily. ltzokcd steadily {wry sonwards. The long stretch of no ‘shlond. on which the golf links were situated: was empty. A slight. drizzling rain was falling. He found. when he reached the Dorm); Horse. that nearly all the men were assembled in one oflthe large sitting-Hams. A table of bridge ha'l lucn made up. Mr. Collins was seated in an easyâ€"chair close to the window, reading a review. Granet ac- .ceptcd a cup of tea and stood on the” ‘hearthrug. “How did the golf go this after- noon ‘1" he inquired. “I was dead of? it,” Anselman re- “Our friend in the easy-chair there knocked spots off us." lllr. Collins looked up and grunted land looked out of the window again. “Either of you fellows going to cut in at bridge?" young Anselman conâ€" tinued. Granet shook his head and walked to the window. “I can't stick cards in the daytime. Mr. Collins shut up his review. “I agree with you, sir," he said. endeavored to persuade one of these gentlemen to play another nine holes â€"unsuccessfully, I regret to state." Granet lit a cigarette. “Well,” he remarked, “it’s too far to get down to the links again, but I’ll n It 'play you a game of bowls, if you like.” The other glanced out upon the lawn and rose to his feet. “It is an excellent suggestion," he‘ declared. “If you will give me five minutes to fetch my mackintcsh and goloslies. it would interest me to see. whether I have profited by the lessons I took in Scotland." They met, a few moments later, in the garden. Mr. Collins threw the jack with great precision and they played an end during which his supâ€" eriority was apparent. They strolled together across the lawn. well away now from the house. For the first time Granct dropped his careless tone. “What do you make of this change 'in the weather?" he asked quickly. “It’s just what they were waiting for," the other replied. “What about this afternoon '2" “I am no scientist, Worse luck,” Granet replied impatiently, “but I saw enough to convince me that they’ve got the right idea. Sir Meyville thought .I was the man commanding the escort they’ve given him,~actual- Iy rowed me out to the workshop and showed me the whole thing. I tell ,you I saw it just as you described it,â€" 'saw the bottom of the sea, even the‘ color of the seaweed, the holes in the rocks.” “And they’ve got the shells, too,” Collins muttered, “the shells that burst under water." Granet looked around. playing the other end now. “Listen!” he said. They paused in the middle of the lawn. Granet held up his handkerâ€" chief and turned his cheek seaward. There was still little more than a floating breath of air but his cheek was covered with moisture. “I have everything ready," he said. “Just before we go to bed to-night I shall swear that I hear an aeroplane. They were You're sure your watch is right to the . second, Collins ?” Granet replied, Shaka-mg. hands. “ofl .“I am as sure that it is right,” the course I’ll keep awaY. if I must. I Other re’p‘hed grimly! “as I am that hope when this is _..au over, though,!t°'nlght You and I: my young friend ' you will allow me t6 come and renew are go‘mg towlay “Th our hVes a my acquaintance with your daughter.”. “When it is over, with pleasure,” Sir Meyville assented. I Granet stepped into his car and drove off. The inventor stood looking after him. Then he spoke to the sentry and made his way across the gardens towards the boat-shed. I “I ought to have known it from the first," he muttered. “Reciprocal re-I fraction was the one thing to think about.” Granet. as he drove back to the Donny House, was conscious of curious change in the weather. The. wind, which had been blowing morei or less during the last few days, had} suddenly dropped. There was a ncwl heaviness in the atmosphere, little banks of transparent nn‘st were d.rift-' ing in from seawards. More than once ‘ ‘ “V TT COMPANY -G|LLE . lԤ i * "‘° Tokorvrro.ChumA -41} ISSUE No. ‘36â€"’21. stand ing A admitted. little more carelessly than with this china ball. A good throw, that, I‘ think,” he went on, measuring it with his eye carefully. “Come, my friend, you’ll have to improve. My Scotch practice is beginning to tell.” Geoffrey Anselman threw up the win- dow and looked out. “Pretty hot stuff, isn’t he, Ronnie?” he asked. Granet glanced at his opponent, with his bent shoulders, his hard face, hooked nose and thin gold spectacles. “Yes,” he admitted quietly, “he’s too a good for me.” CHAPTER XXI-L, At about half-past ten that evening, Granet suddenly threw down his cue in the middle of a game of billiards, and stood, for a moment, in a listen- ing attitude. “Jove, I believe that's an airship!” he exclaimed, and hurried out of the room. They all followed him. He was just outside the French windows of the sitting-room, upon the gravel walk, his head upturned, listen-‘ There was scarcely a' ing intently. breath of wind, no moon or any stars. Little clouds of grey mist hung about on the marshes. shutting out their view of the sea. The stillness was more than usually intense. “Can't hear a thing," young Ansel- man muttered at last. “It may have been fancy," Granet “A motor-cycle going Hunstantcn Road," _ along Major Harrison suggested. “It‘s a magnificent night for a raid." Dickens remarked, glancinz around. . “No chance of Zepps over here. I should say.” Collins declared, a little didactically. “I was looking at your the , 'map at the golf club onl ing." the house. Granet, however, seemed still dissatisfied. “I'm going to see that my car's all right." he told them. “I left it in ‘h:- open shed.” lie was absent for about twenty minutes. When he returned. they had finished the game of snooker pool without him and were all sitting on the lounge by the side of the billiard “:Jb'c, talking of the war. Grunet listened for a few minutes, and then said good-night a little abruptly. IIe .lit his candle outside and went slowly, to his room. Arrived there, he- glanc- ed at his watch and locked the door. I! “215 half-past eleven. his clothes quickly, put on some rub- bensoled shoes and slipped a brandy flask and a revolver into his pocket. Then he sat down before his window ‘with his watch in his hand. tic was ‘conscious of a certain foreboding from ,whlftln he had never been able to jescapc since his arrival. In France land Belgium he had lived fateful hours, carrying more than once his life in his hands. His risk lie-night was an equal one but the ex- ‘hilaration seemed lacking. This work lin a country apparently at peace ‘seemed somehow on a different level. ,‘If it were less dangerous, it was also 'less stimulating. In those few mo- ‘ments the soldier blood in him called for the turmoil of war, the panorama ‘of life and death, the fierce, hot ex- I(:itement of juggling with fate while 1the heavens themserves seemed rain- ling death on every side. Here there rwas nothing but silence, the soft lsuplash of the distant sea, the barking 'of a distant dog. The danger was [vivid and actual but without the stimulus of that blood-red back- ground. He glanced at his watch. It ‘wanted still ten minutes to twelve. lFor a moment then he suffered his ‘thoughts to go back to the new thing which had crept into his life. He was suddenly back in the Milan, he saw the backward turn of her head, the almost wistful look in her eyes as she made her little pronouncement. She had broken her engagement. Why? :It was a battle, indeed, he was light- ing with that still, cold antagonist, whom be half despised and half fear- ed, the man concerning whose actual personality he had felt so many doubts. What if things should go wrong to-night, if the whole dramatic story should be handed over for the glory and wonder of the halfpenny press! He could fancy their head- lines, imagine even their trenchant paragraphs. It was skating on the thinnest of iceâ€"and for what? His fingers gripped the damp windowâ€"sill. He raised himself a little higher. His eyes fell upon his watchâ€"still a min- ute or two to twelve. Slowly he stole to his door and listened. The place was silent. He made his way on tip- toe across the landing and entered Collins’ room. The latter was seated before the wide-open window. He had blown out his candle and the room was in darkness”. He half turned his head at Granet’s entrance. “Two minutes!” he exclaimed softly. “Granet, it will be tooâ€"night. Are you ready?” “Absolutely!” They-stood by the open window in silence. Nothing had changed. It was not yet time for the singing of the earliest birds. The tiny village lay behind them, silent and asleep; in ,front, nothing but the marshes, un-inâ€" habited, lonely and quiet, the golf clubhouse empty and deserted. They stood and watched, their faces turned steadfastly in a certain direction. Gradually their eyes, growing accus- tomed to the dim and changing light, could pierce the black line above the grey wheiie the sea came stealing up the sandy places with low murmurs, throwing with every wave longer arms into the land. “Twelve o’clock!" Collins muttered. Suddenly Granet’s fingers dug into his shoulder. From out of that pall of velvet darkness which hung below the clouds, came for a single moment a vision of violet light. It rose appar- ently from nowhere, it passed away into space. It was visible barely for five seconds, then it had gone. Granet spoke with a little sob. “My God!” he murmured. “They’re coming!" (To be continued.) __â€"_.:, His Last Day on Earth. Blitbely he went forth, singing as he went. It was a warm summer‘s day, and Le sang of the woods and the trees, of the fields and the air, and the marshes. And of peopleâ€"human beings with ‘life and blood and all things good. The evening wore on. the greater part of the day, he now aroused himself for the pleasant task before him. So he entered the con- cert~hall, humming happily to himself. The concert was just about to start. All was quiet. Locking around him apralslngly at the motley audience, he burst forth in- to scng~1i slow, droning song in the same key for full three minutes. Then he stopped, apparently waiting for up- - plause. And it came! Smack! And so the mosquito died. l I at the start that "he" was a full-grown mosquito! Most Inconsiderate. It is awfully inconsiderate of a man lllf (\ II, , L ‘ an] she is not wearing her ‘ 1111 ‘l\:[ in ‘ It robs. life of one of its i‘tziplest :icmentsl y this morn-l we}. the Help of Johanna. may a” made “10.11. W)“, hack to' “Thomas,” said Mrs. Rugaldean; ap-' He changed . through ' Having slept ‘ am . sorry. reader; I should have told you 5 1 to prcptse to a girl when there is no , study, “what absurd idea do you "hink that new gardener has in his head? I ,was asking him about planting the po- ltatoes, and he declared that we could hardly expect to get a full Crop with cut Johanna. I didn't think you would {tolerate any Johann: about the place. And I left him there staring. That great, hulking man: I suppose he used to harness his wife and his cow together at the plough in Europe." Mr. Ruraldean. with fire in his eye, ,went out to interview the gardener. “What is this Johanna you‘re telling Airs. Ruraldean about?" he asked. "0i was only telliu’ her there's noth- in' can bate Johanna for gettin' a good crop off the land." ' l “I don't see the need of any Johan- na. If you can't~" "Well, of course. there's sheep man- ure, and there‘s phosphate, but for treal resultsâ€" "I‘m not talking about sheep man- ure or phosphate. \Vhat I want to know is, how about this femaleâ€"J0â€" Minna?" “A woman indade! Sure, it’s this grimy finger of the hired man pointed and read: “Guano in hundred-pound bags.” Tribute. Deborah and Christopher brought me dandelions, Kenton brought me buttercups with summer on their breath, But Michael brought an autumn leaf, like lacy filigree, A wan leaf, a ghost leaf, beautiful as death. Death in all loveliness, exquisite, Who but he would choose it from all the blooming land, Who but he would find it where it hid among the flowers? Death in all loveliness, he laid it in my hand. fragile and â€"Aline Kilmer. Hear, He'ar! Mr. Gasbag Jones stood on a. soap- box at the corner of the street. A huge crowd surged around him. Surely his heart should have been glad! But he was dissatisfied. He tried hard to be heard, but it was all in vain. Every attempt he made to speak was interrupted by some member of the audience. At last, stamping his foot in great anger, he bellowed at the top of his ' voice: “Every time I open my mouth, a silly foo? speaks." And the crowd agreed with him en- tirely. o No Eye for Color. “A friend of mine,” says a Britisher now in this country, "is a curate in a local suburban parish in England. Some little time back he went up to Oxford to take his master of arts de- gree, and the following sunday appear- inaster of arts hood. A few nights later he was dining in the house of a prominent parishioner and was amazed to hear his hostess pleasantly rem-ark: Mr. Blank, that new hood of yours doesn’t suit you at all. I can’t imagine why you, with your complexion, chose red of all colors in the world. A myrtle green or an old gold would have suited you much better and would have been far more effective. You men never know how to dress yourselves.‘ ” u- :o_____ What Teacher Said. It was a lesson on punctuation, and Jimmy was lolllng asleep at his desk. “Now,” said the teacher, “if I say, ‘I must leave, as I have an engage- ment By the way, what is the time?’ I place a ‘dash’ after ‘engage- ment,‘ because the sentence is broken off abruptly." At that moment she caught sight of the dozing boy. “Now then, Jimmy, you are not lis- xtening. What was I saying?" asked him. “Please, Miss Smith,” said Jimmy was broken off abruptly." o o’â€"' “'_‘ Good Advice. “I am learning to drive a car. you any advice to offer?” "Yes. You will be all right if you ;always proceed on the theory that the other fellow is a fool. By keeping lyourself prepared for him to do the wrong thing you will always be on the ‘safe side.” i _ l Have ' __4J_ _._.._ Bobby Knew. Mother (tosiuall son)~“\\'hdt would happen if you talked to your teacher as you talk to me?" Small boy (promptlyhi‘l would be expended." IMinard’s Liniment used by Physicians. pearing at the door of her hnsban‘d's‘ ed in the pulpit resplendent in his new ’ she . with a start, “you were telling us you ‘ said ‘dash' because your engagemext £1 , ‘r xii-w . a a- ~15 Overs shew AR DRA\\’ING'PAINT| NC -MODELLING'DESIGN. DIPLOMA'COURSE ' UNiOR WURSE TEACHERS CDURSE ' MMERCIAL ART G'A‘REIQ R-C'A- Prqupal ‘ Session 1921-22 Opens Oct. 8. Prospectus Sent on Appllcatlon. Small Potatoes. )Bethel folks had no good word 'To say for Hill-Farm \Villiam Hurd. jIIis boys had patches on their seats, ‘IIis shingles left his roofs in sheets: ll\lOll Pitcher off his Izaystacks fed; Bill planted wheat, docks came in- stead. His floors were up, his fences down; “Twas even whispered through the town His wife made pictures with a brush Of robin. linnet, jay and thrush, While half her hens were left to set, And the rest laid eggs where none lie-re Johanna I‘m tellin' ye about.” 6011181 get. And the gardener pulled from his Bill’s boy's were snubbed at school; at pocket :1 seedsman’s catalogue. ChUI‘Ch Mr. Ruraldean looked where the Poor Mrs. Bill was left in the lurch By decent women-folk who bake. Sew and scrub and butter make. In short, opinion was that Bill Was small potatoes and few in a hill. But Thomas thought his dad a god And worshiped the very ground he trod, For dad could Whittle boats of Spain, High galleons of the Pirate Main. And Walter dreamed with deep do light Of songs his father sang at night, Songs of another land and age, Of lace-frilled hero and velvet page. Small John imagined heaven to be Sitting forever on daddy's knee. Should you have asked Bill’s wife if she Dreamt ever of new felicity Her dusky eyes would have leaped to flame And seared your folly into shame. Years go by, and folks go by, Yet no neighbor ever knows That wh.ere Bill’s hungry acres lie Love’s rose of Sharoh richly blows. And no one knows that Tom will ride. A quarter-deck upon the sea And find a flame that will abide While tales of heroes still shall be. No one knows that Walter’s song Will bless with beauty where it rings, Will sound the centuries along And make his memory like a king's. And John will keep the homestead sweet With simple peace and prove again That the good God's lovely loving feet Walk still the ways of husbandmen. â€"Robert P. Coffin. â€"â€"-â€"4 Pirates in 1921. Are the days of Captain Kidd over? It seems not. Within the last few months flve ships have mysteriously failed to complete their journeys, hav' ing apparently disappeared off Cape Hatteras, and the explanation is sug- gested that pirates are afloat in the Atlantic. This may or may not be true, but there is further evidence to support the theory. The schooner Carroll Deering went ashore, a wreck, near Norfolk, Virginia, with not a soul on board. There was nothing to indicate what had happened to the crew, or what had caused the catastrophe.” Shortly after, a bottle was found containing a message apparently writ- ten by the master. He said that he and his crew had been taken prisoner and removed to another vessel. The idea that pirates are afloat on the Atlantic sounds like the fulfilment ,of a boy's wildest dreams; but the twar let loose some queer spirits, and j the theory is not an impossible one. i 9â€" ~_‘ I A Colncidence. , “Jackie.' said the teacher. “can you , tell me what a coincidence is?" “Yes, ina’am," said Charlie. get one in our house." J “Well, what is it?" asked the teachâ€" er. “Twins.” l â€"â€"â€"â€"¢.0â€"â€"_ Ask for Minard's a l “We've nd take no other. o.o __ Changlng Color of Birds. Scientists have found that the color lot birds in three or four generations loan be changed to white by keeping them in 24 white room with white sur- roundings and attended by persons wearing white. Egg MILE EEEEAKEV l :The usel car dealer who shows you how they run Instead of talking about “Lat they are like. USED AUTOS 100 Actually in stock , J . 4oz YONGE s‘r. iPercy Breakey “memo Mention this papa.