Life — July 11, 1912 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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»sed find | Dollar an $1.13, 1 $1.26). FE for sto Maud and Me An Original Tale, Bosed on Modern Story-Telling Methods T came up quietly as she sat diseon- solately by her machine. It had broken down. She was a very lovely girl, and in trouble. Can I be of any assistance to you I said. “Thank you, sir,” she replied, “ but you are a stranger to me; I have not met you formally, and [ fear it would not be good form for you to help me.” At this moment there was a loud noise in the distance. Someone was approach- ing. A huge machine, bearing a large |, stopped. Save me!" she whispered. And so, Mand,” said the other man, “you have broken down, have you? As I suspected, Well, there is yet time for the ceremony,” It took me but an instant to decide. flad I taken a four weeks’ correspond- ence course in hypnotism for nothin; ‘ou would like to move from this spot, but you cannot,” I said whully sorry, but you are a fixture. Tsay, you cannot move. [ will permit you to vent your rage by tearing up a few of these oak leaves. Here's a bunch. Under- stand, you cannot move! Come, Maud.” Maud had fainted. Placing her head on my breast in the usual manner, and storing her wedding train in the bottom of the machine, I started up. In a moment we were pressing forward. The hated suitor was gnashing his teeth in rage. I knew that it would be but for a moment, for as soon as my hypnotic zone left him he would start after us. We sped through towns and_ villages. It was a mad race. Maud came to and asked where we were. Looking be- hind, I saw the big machine of the hated suitor following. Without replying, therefore, I bent closer to my task. Suddenly, straight’ ahead, rose the spire of a vill church. It was a but I would take ry me?" I asked, “if the minister is on hand?” “1 will do anything to escape from him,” she whispered. “He has my father in his power. Unless I consent be is going to take away papa’s trust.” ever fear, darling,” I shouted. Twill lend your father the money to sircumvent him. I am a Custom House officer and it is my sacred privilege to let in free all products owned by the trusts that I like.” We came up to the church at this Moment. The minister was in the front ELYSEE PALACE HOTEL Avenue des Champs Elysees, Paris Within shopping and theater dist Prices mod vies Hooklet. . ich Ubieceatel INTERNATIONAL SUEEPING cam co. 281 Fifth Av Dd ATENTS SECURED OR FEE RETURNED ree search of Patent Oiice Records. Mow ti 4 What to Invent with list of Inventions wanted fed for inventions sent tree. Patents advertised free. secured. window writing the last instalment of his Sunday syndicated article for the Hearst belt-line of newspapers. “\ill you marry us?” I shouted “Why, this is the lady,” he replied in surprise, “who was to have been mar- ried two hours ago—and to another man. Now, the guests have all gone home. What docs this mean?” In the distance was a honk . “Get busy,” I whispered, slipping a thousand-dollar bill into his hand, “ and ask no questions,” Just as he had finished the hated suitor came up. “Too late, old man,” I said nonchal- antly, " Maud is now mine. Aren't you, Maud?" I asked affectionatel: He advanced toward me, brandishing rms in the air. “Ruined!” he repeated. “1 have you all in my power. I shall foreclose to-morrow. Then where will you be?” “At my post in the Custom House I replied, smilingly, “searching you d mother and your sisters, who arc due on the Lusitania. Will I. spare them? I guess not! Villain, in your hard heart is a spark of love, and it lives for your mother and the women and children of your family. But to-morrow shall be mine! T have the Government of the United States back of me. No known form of torture shall be withheld. I myself will insult your aged mother, stripping the clothes off her back, and your sisters and their little children, with Locb’s assistance, will be searched vithin an inch of their live nough,” he muttered, turning pale. “T did not dream of this.” Taking the mortgage out of his inside pocket_he handed it over. ¢ anything I have got,” he muttered, if you will save those helpless women. Oh, say th you will I smiled. “Never!” 1 exclaimed. work too much!” “T enjoy my AsO as itis Goo J Mine host, the shrewd innkeeper knew how to make the rattling post chaises stop at his gate. To his guest he served Old Overholt Rye **Same for 100 yea: With a glass of this mellow old liquor — what comfort! what dreaming! Aged in charred oak; ]| bottled in bond. A. Overholt & Co. Pittsburgh, Pa. comicbooks.com