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Silmerine is nUo a splendid dressing. Keeps hair fine and glossy. Directions with bottle. At your druggist's. The Volcano (Concluded) "Bah !" screamed the white-faced visitor, tossing his hat aside with a gesture of anger. "Let me tell you they fought for the capitalists — the idle rich — that's the gang they fought for — the damned Wall Street nest and all the balance of that carrion crew." , "My friend," demanded Garland — "Are you an American Citizen?" The man flushed. His eyes shifted. He stammered. Then definantly he shouted: "What if I'm not? Isn't this a free country?" "Yes," answered Garland, thoughtfully, as he bowed his adieu — "Yes, Mr. Minski — entirely too free, I think." In all life drama events move rapidly toward the final climax. There had been another street riot and five of Minski's gang had been picked up by the police. Bombs had been seized in Mazanov's attic — fifteen deadly bombs and a bundle of labels bearing the name of a prominent New York Department store. Then one day the Captain came buzzing up in the big car. He found Ruth alone. Grandpa Carroll was in his favorite comer on the Quay, smoking his favorite pipe. When Garland advanced to meet the little schoolteacher he held out both hands. "Ruth," he whispered — "Ruth — I — I love you dear. I want you to be my wife — " The dark eyes filled with tears — the beautiful face went deadly white then flushed to crimson. "Oh" sighed the little schoolteacher as she crept into the Khaki arms. "Oh, oh, — isn't the world wonderful?" When Davy entered from the rear and found his sister in the embrace of his Captain, there was no mistaking that young gentleman's enthusiasm. He saluted, like a good soldier and then pumphandled the arm of the two-striper that he had saved. "You haven't got it all to yourselves either," grinned the sergeant — "I asked Olga what about it. She says it wasn't just my feet she was crazy about. She was going to marry me, flat tire and all." Ruth, with the flush of happiness still upon her cheeks, looked up to confront Alexis. The man was beside himself. He positively foamed at the mouth. "By God!" he yelled, "you're a pretty liberator — you and your damned army captain! Say! I've got the goods on that fellow. One of our people in Washington listened in on the wire from the espionage department. Here's what was said." The paper produced proved to be a record of a conversation in which Garland had informed the secret service of certain activities among the radicals. It was an ingenious perversion. Part of it was true. Most of it was false. "See what he said — Davy and Grandpa and you and me and Minski and Olga — Why he's got us all named in his damned indictment. They're watching us now. Can't you sec, you fool, he's used you — he's made you believe he loved you to get the goods on us." "It's a cruel lie," blazed Ruth — "He's a gentleman." "Gentleman," howled Minski — "He's a damned spy." Ruth thought quickly. Why should this charming young denizen of the halls of wealth have sought her out — she, the orphaned grandchild of an old dealer of an old book dealer — rould he be plotting the destruction of all she held dear in the world? "Quick," she screamed — "Quick Alexis — he' s down on the pier — the beast — the traitor — " Without a word the Russian rushed out as Ruth collapsed on the rickety old sofa, sobbing hysterically. "What the — why Sis, what's happened?" Davy stood staring wide-eyed at his sister whose shoulders heaved with grief. Suddenly she looked up. Her eyes gleamed in^ sanely. "Davy !" she gasped — "Garland — Garland's a spy. He's trying to ruin us — Alexis — Oh, my God! Alexis will kill him." "Spy?" roared Davy. "Why, damn it, if he's a spy I'm a spy. We both wear the same uniform. Where's that crazy Russian? Quick! Where is he?" When Captain Garland stepped up to Old Man Carroll on the end of the quay, looking as happy as a newly engaged man ought to look, that astute philosopher was in no way doubtful of his mission. "Mr. Carroll," began the young officer, "I've something important to tell you." "Boy," and the old soldier extended his vein-streaked hand with a hearty gesture, "Boy, you don't need to tell me. I know. There's a halo around your hat and Ruth has had hers on ever since you landed in our back parlor. Shake. You have my blessing." Suddenly the speaker paused and stared into the dusk. Those moving shadows — what were they? — creeping closer and closer in the clutter of dock refuse? "Look out !" shouted the old man "Quick ! Behind you !" Garland turned like a flash, but was too late. His assailants bore him down. Dull blows sounded in the stUI night, and then there was a splash. Grandpa Carroll was alone on the pier and there were men running— three. He counted them dully. "What's that?" Davy started from the side of his weeping sister. Again came the cry, Help!" No man on crutches ever made faster time than Davy. Swift as he was, Ruth was at his heels as he stumbled over the prostrate figure of the old soldier. "The captain — " was all Grandpa could whisper — "There !" Ruth rushed to the dock edge. What was that? A white face, just rising through the murky waters of the river. "Oh, God!" she sobbed. "God help me now," and plunged into the high tide flood. "We got all three of the dogs," remarked Captain Ryan of the riot squad, reporting to Captain Garland of the military espionage department two hours later, after Ruth and the unconscious soldier had been picked up by a boat crew from the Destroyer 114. "One of 'em is Minski. We've landed that rat at last." Questions and Ans^vers L. H., Blackwell, Okla. — Have I lived in Chicago all my life? Not yet. I hope to. The scenes in F"rance for "The Heart of Humanity" were shot in the battlefields of sunny Hollywood. So were several extras. Real stuff, wasn't it? Don't you know Pauline Frederick? She was in "Madame Jealousy" with Tom Meighan — in fact, Pau ( Continued jroin page 112) line played Madame herself. Some of our playwrights just can't bear to call their characters common names like Tomand Alice, or Harry and Ruth. No — they must have Jealousy, Love, Beauty, Truth, and Passion. This is called allegory, I believe; but a pose by any name would be as sweet. Every artvertl.somcnt in PHOTOri.AT MAGAZI>rE Ls euaranteed.