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"One-Cylinder Sam"By E. J. Kath. Copyright, Tlie Frank A. Munsey Co.

NEXT WEEK, "DAWNO'HARAR, BY ENDA FERBER.

{Continued From Our lust Iwwie.)Not far distant In the darkness,

fresh shouting reached their ears.A "Starboard! Starboard, sir!" be-', j«;S*d an anxious voice.

The boatman turned a glance inthe direction of tbe voices andWhistled again.

"I guess I'd better swim for It,"lie observed rnmplut'enUjr.

"You quitter!" cried Miss Cal-mernI She was doing something swift-ly and mysteriously—Just what,

am had no Idea, A second later

'•• engine buzzed noisily."There — you house-breaker!"

.he cried triumphantly.The boatman took the tiller.

"Much obliged," he remarked.A shot sounded, but it went

vide. The boatman took a knifefrom his pocket and cut the ropefrom which the skiff trailed intheir wake. Mi»s Chalmers utter-M a cry of despair at his action.

"We can't tow deadwoood andexpect to get away—not in thistub," explained the boatman.

The lady who sat on the floormade no comment. How would shejet back now?

"He's gaining." observed theboatman. "Will you take aChance In a mean channel?"

"Anything!" she cried.Mlks Chalmers looked over her

•boulder and saw that they wererapidly approaching land,

k "You're running straight\u25a0shore!"1 "Maybe—if I don"t hit It."

By hitting "it"he meant a chan-nel, into which they plunged amoment later. It wa« very narrowfind very dark, and It served tomake two Islands where the casualobserver thought there was only•ne.

"If- we don't pile ourselves upthis Is going to be about as clever

a thing as I ever did," remarked,the Mteorttmaa genUUy. "If wedo hit anything you'll find a life-1preserver under the starboard Iseat. In any event I'll lay youthree to one they don't follow us."

She did not take the bet; shewait too Intent upon watching therocks that rushed by almost with-tujt reach of her arm.

"I said it would be a prettyclever stunt," observed the bout-man a moment later. "Here woare in <u>en water .main. No fear;they won't try It."

It was a roundabout way toWllhprlieo'g island.-

She did not know whether shewas »orry or pleased when she setfoot ui>on the lonely dock for asecond time.

"No charge thlw time," observedthe boatman. "It's on me."

She turned upon his fiercely.The boat was under way again.

"Well, Rood night — or rathergood morning — Miss Accessory- 1

after-the-fuot," he called back.

CHAPTER IV.(^iiisiiuns—juid „ dim.

Dawn touched the eyes of MisaChalmers and awakened her. Shevat up briskly and surveyed the in-terior of the hoat-houae, at firstwith bewilderment, then withquick underHt.-inriing.

She reached for her grip, openedit, took out a rim- full of keys andarose from her canvas couch.

She ran swiftly to the wharf, se-lected without hesitation on* ofher si\ trunks, unlocked It, andspent two minutes with its con-tents. The she returned to theboat-house.

Fifteen minutes later she reap-peared with a bundle under herarm, returned to the trunk, stowedher burden away, shut down thelid and locked Itagain.

I Mlsa Chalmers fras a differentlady. Her gown, her gloves, her

I hat, |^r shoes ware all spotless.She carried a sunsiiade.

"I have just arrived," she toldherself. "1 came down on a veryearly boat. I wonder If there areany early boats —regular ones. Ifnot, I hired one."

She sat down on one of hertrunks to wait. An hour passed.

There whs a heavy crunching onthe v i-iivii path, and the vole* ofMr. Wltherbee called:

'Well, Kosallnd C-halmers! Andat this hour of the morning. Touand your trunks seem to make aspecialty of mysterious arrivals."

Mr. Wltherbee greeted her ef-fusively, lifted the grip, graspedMiss Chalmers cordially by thearm, and started up the wharf.

Mrs. Witherbee wan a sunupriser, like her husband, and she;-n-oiiMl her new guest with openarms.

"Everybody will be down pres-ently," the said. "Did Stephen tellyou—the burglar? Oh, It was aterrible scare!" And she pouredout the si in \ of the night.

Mrs. Wltherbee stepped into thehall and called:

"Gertrude!""Yen, mother!" answered a

voice from above."Rosalind Is here.""I'llbe down In a jiffy.""And, Gertrude! Bring down

the clue we found after the burg-lar left, de;ir."

There was a quick step In thehallway, and Oertrude Withebeerushed out upon the porch. MlsaChalmers returned the embracerather perfunctorily. She waathinking of clues.

"Here It Is, mother." and Gert-rude tossed an object to Mrs.Withebee.

"Our clue!" said the lady of the

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and saloon.He entered by a side door, took

a seat at a table In a dingy cornerof a back room and rapped smart-ly with his knuckles on the pinetop. A man appeared through aswinging door.

"Hello, Sam!" he said."Anything come?" asked the

boatman abruptly.For answer the man in the

apron began a search of his pock-ots, finally preduclng a folded yel-low envelope. The boatmanreached for it quickly and ran hisfinger under the flap of the en-velope.

"Ginger ale," he said briefly,without looking up.

The bearer of the message wentback to the barroom to fill theorder.

The boatman drank his gingerale hastily, threw a quarter on thetable, and went out.„ Sam made his way directly tothe wharf where he had mooredhis launch, stepped aboard andmade ready to cast off. Then hebethought himself of his engine.

"Needs oil, I gueßß."Forward under the half-deck he

kept a gallon can. Now he gotupon hid hands and knees andcrawled part way into the darkhole, groping ahead of him as hewent.

Then, as he was backing fromhis cramped quarters, a scrapingsound attracted his attention. An-other launch had touched thewharf.

Something impelled the boat-man to remain quietly Where helay in the bottom of his craft. Per-haps It was the guarded note inthe voice of a man who was talk-ing.

"You're dead sure Washington'snot just guessing about this?" ob-served a second speaker.

"They've got to do a certainamount of guesalng, of course,"said ilif other. "But the thing'sciphering down to this part of theriver. V\> know mighty well thatCanada lan't beginning to use, not!by half, the diamonds that havebeen shipped in from Antwerp.They're getting across the Hue, toa certainty. There was a punch ofstuff got into Xew York last week,and the man who brought It had arailroad ticket that read fromClayton. We're still holding thestuff, but we can't prove anythingyet." \u25a0

"Maybe there's a half-way jointout here."

"You mean on 9he of the is-lands? I've had that in mind.That's one reason I hired the boat.We'll do a little sightseeing to-morrow and get some new bear-ings."

The talkers were on the little\u25a0wharf now.

"Well, I'm tired," said one."Let's go on up to bed. It's allright to leave the boat here, is

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Island, holding It up for insp«ct-lon.

Miss Chalmerß waa looking ather own bracelet.

"Why," faltered Miss Chalmersweakly, "what a curious brace-let!"

"Isn't it though?" exclaimedMrs. Wltherbee. 'That's what allof us said. We're having a timetrying to decide who will keep It.Gertrude Is crazy about It; FollyUawKon wants It; I fancy It tre-mendously myself."

\u25a0May 1 see It?" aaked Miss Chal-mers.

She gazed more sadly than curi-ously at the hauble Mrs. Wither-

I bee dropped Into her palm.Nowhere, unletis In some undis-

covered tomb in Egypt, waa thereanywhere its mate. Weighed inthe scale* of trade. It might havebrought fifty dollars as metal. To i

Miss Chalmers it was a thing be-yond price.

She knew little of its historysave this: Only two women in the

' world had worn it. One wan a ;princess, daughter of some for-gotten Pharaoh. It was upon her

• wrhrt when they opened the tomb.1 The other woman waa RosalindChalmers.

J Just how Reginald William*oame into possession of it Miss

' C.halmors never knew, but he hadbrought it to America for her.

"You gay th» burglar droppedit?"

"Right on the porch where hehad opened tho window," said, Mrs. Wltherbee.

After that Tom Witherbeejoined the group and the tale ofthe midnight alarm was spunagain. Then came Polly Dawson.Afterward a few others camestraggling down—the two Winter, girlH, Fortescue Jones, and a dull-. looking youth named Perkins, ofwhom Miss Chalmers had never, heard. And presently Mr. Morton,, who proved to be the gentleman, of the drooping mustache of the, night before., After breakfast Mrs. Witherbeeand Rosalind repaired to the rose. garden, and it was there that MissChalmers met the owner of theother island.

» He was introduced as Mr. Dav-idson. After Mrs. Witherbee hadrecounted their adventure of the

I night before (already told theguest by her husband), Mr. Davld-son regaled them with the tale of

i his own adventures. His burglar,it seemed, had entered his house,but had secured nothing of knownvalue.

Rosalind listened to this recitalwith varied emotions, especiallythe part which told of the pursuit'and escape of tho thief in Illsmotor-boat.

A man in overalls approachedMr. Witherbee and touched hiscap.

"One of the skiffs is gone, sir—the new one," he said.

"Then he did steal something,after all!" exclaimed Witherbee."Isn't that the devil now?"

"But, say, Davidson, you oughtto do something for your own pro-tection. Put in a burglar-alarmlike ours, for instance."

"Burglar-alarm!" snorted Dav-idson. "What do I keep dogs for?And what good are the dogs,either? That rascally nephew ofmine spoiled those dogs. They've

I been mooning around the placeever since I shipped him off toNew York. By Judas! I'd bring

] him back if it wasn't for the factj that I'm getting good reports! about him. Witherbee, he's actual-ly making good! Had a letter fromHastings & Hatch only this morn-ing. He'll be a regular bankersome day, they tell me. Would youhave ever thought that?"

CHAPTER V. .New HlanU.

Making fast his craft, the boat-man stepped ashore, and followeda narrow path beset on either side ,by underbrush and small trees.

The path ended at a cabin. Hethen struck a match and lightedthe wick of a lantern that stoodon a table in the center of thesingle room.

| The rahln was clean, plain, andcheerless. There was a cot in onecorner, a small iron store, a shelfwith a few cooking utensils andone chair.

He went to the cot, where hestretched htmnelf on the grayblankets and lay staring up at theroof-boards for many minutes.

"No use; I'm too carious," hemuttered, rising. "I'm going up toClayton. It might happen to havecome in."

He blew out the light and walk-ed from the cabin, making hisway back to where the launchwas moored.

At Clayton he sought a small,obscure wharf, to which he madefast the launch. His excursionInto town wound an irregularcourse through hack street:*, tint1!he found himself at a small, poor-ily lighted frame building that Iserved tb« double purpose of hotel-

"That's what the man said. It'shis dock."

Sam lay motionless until theywere gone, then cautiously rose tohis knees.

From a small locker at his handhe took a copy of Hamersly's "So-cial Register" and tore out a fly-leaf. A stub of lead pencil ap-peared from one of his pockets.Using the book as a desk, theboatman' began to write.

When he had come to the end Iof his sheet of paper he stoppedwriting, and climbed back towhere the second launch lay.

There was a canvas cover that jfitted neatly over the engine. He!stepped into the cockpit, lifted one Iside of the canvas and thrust hisnote underrenath it.

It was late when the dingylaunch rested once more on therock-bound cove and the boatman!walked up to his cabin.

Entering the cabin and closingthe door hehind him, he drew thechair up to the table, fished the 1

Social Register out of his pocket jand began auother absorbed studyof the C's.

"That's some family, believeme," he grinned at the Chalmers |page. "Ah! Lady Rosalind! Theyidon't tell ages In this book, do'they?"

The boatman bethought himself!of the telegram stowed away inhis pocket. Now he examined itagain. He sat back in his chairand laughed until that article offurniture creaked.

CHAPTER VI.More Incitement.

Tom. and his sister, Polly Daw-json and Mr. Morton wero playing Itennis; Fortescue Jones and thePorkins youns man were smokingclarets, and the two Winter girlswere knitting.

Down at the wharf, Rosalindsat and idly watched a small pow-erboat that stood a mile off theIsland, evidently irresolute as todestination. It was not until it

i finally laid an unmistakable coursefor the Witherbee place that her]interest was awakened.

When the boat reached the land-ing, one of the two men who oc-cupied it lifted his cap and in-quired If it was Mr. Witherbee'sisland. Being assured that it was,tho men fastened their craft,stepped out, and went up the pathtoward the house.

Half an hour later they return-ed. Mr. Witherbee with them. Allthree were talking volubly. Oneof the strangers held a paper inhis hand.(Continued In Our Next Issue.)

Steamers Tacoma and

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Leave Colmnn Dock. Seattle.I 00 *:00, 11:00 a. m-i 1:00.1:««,1:00, 7:00. »:15 p. m.

Faitect and Flneat Steamer*.Kla:at Hound Trlpi Hall*.

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Tnwday. Dtp. H 1918.

Our NewOffices

ON AND after today theGeneral Offices of the

Tacoma Raflway and PowerCompany, Puget Sound Elec-tric Railway, Puget SoundTraction, Light and PowerCompany and Pacific TractionCompany willbe located in thenew quarters at 1306 A Street,on the southeast corner ofSouth 13th and A Streets.

For the convenience of thepublic, the Lost Articles De-partment will be located withthe General Offices.

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RAILROADWATEREDFIFTYPCT.

By ManlyWASHINGTON. D. C, Dec. 12.

—Proof of the extent to whichAmerican railroad stocks arewatered is afforded by the reportof the interstate commerce com-mission on the valuation of theKansas City Southern railway,Just made public.

The report shows that the road,capitalized at $99,0r>2,000 includ-ing $51,000,000 stock and *tv000,000 bonds, could be repro-duced NEW for $4fi,274,363, orreproduced, less depreciation for$38,258,909.

In other words, all of theFIFTY ONE MILLIONS of stockand from TWO to TEN MIL-LIONS of the bonds are nothingin the world but WATER.

That this is a genernl and not asporadic condition Is indicated bythe statement of the commissionthat "excellent motive power andother equipment have been pro-vided, and while the property hasnot recovered from the results ofits early management. It hascome to the ONE OF THE SUB-STANTIAL AND EFFECTIVERAILROADS OF THE COUN-TRY."

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