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NORMAN DAILY TRANSCRIPT
The Romance of Elaine
SEQUEL TO THE EXPLOITS OF ELAINE
A Defective Novel
and a Motion Pic-
ture Drama
By ARTHUR B. REEVE
The Well-Known Novelist and
the Creator of the "Cruig
Kennedy" Stories
Presented ia Collaboration With the Pathe Players and the Eclectic Film Co.
Copyright 19.4. by the Star Company All Foreifn Richu Reserved.
SYNOPSIS.
After the finding of Wu Fang's body
and Kennedy's disappearance, a subma-
rine appears the following morning on
the bay. A man plunges overboard from
it and swims ashore. It Is the entrance
of Marcus Del Mar Into America.
Ills mission Is to obtain Information of
k >. • dy and rtoovsr, if possible, the lost
torpedo. At the Dodge home ho soon
wins the confidence of Elaine. Later
she Is warned by a little old man to be
careful of Del Mar. This warning came
Just In time to prevent Del Mar from
carrying out hla plans.
Later Elaine gives a masquerade ball.
i>< M ir attanos. Nsithar b< nor his dom-
ino girl can locate the torpedo. A gray
friar warns Elaine and Jameson of Del
^lar's purpose, and his plans are upset.
Later the girl enters the Lodge home
as a maid; finds the torpedo, places It In
a trunk, which, with others, Is sent to
the Dodge country home. In a hold-up
Del Mar's men fall to get the trunk con-
taining the torpedo. Blaine hides the tor-
pedo, which later Is stolen by Del Mar's
men, who, In escaping, meet the old man
of mystery. A desperate battle follows,
in which the old man destroys the tor-
pedo. Enraged, Del Mnr plans to blow up
ft bridge over which Elaine and Jameson
are passing. The plan falls. Next day
Elaine and Jameson are motoring when
Jameson loses his hat In the bay. As
Elaine reaches In the water for It a
email tube bobs lip which contains a
note. Elaine decides to send It to the
secret service at Washington. Jameson
in taking the letter to the town is cap-
tured by Del Mar's men. Elaine later
discovers Jameson's revolver laying In
the road It furnishes a clue by which
Elaine Is able to save Jameson.
TWENTY-NINTH EPISODE
THE ATLANTIC CABLE CUTTERS.
"You remember Lieutenant Wood-
ward, the Inventor of trodite?" I asked
Elaine one day after I had been out
for a ride through the country.
"Very well indeed.1' she nodded with
a look of wistfulness as the mention
of his name recalled Kennedy. "Why?"
"He's stationed at Fort Dale, not
very far from here, at the entrance of
the sound," I answered.
"Then let'B have him over at my
garden party tonight," she exclaimed,
Bitting down and writing:
"Dear Lieutenant:
"I havo Just learned that you are
Btationed at Fort Dale and would like
to have you meet some of my friends
at a little garden party I am holding
tonight. Sincerely,
"ELAINE DODGE."
Thus it was that a few hours after-
Wnrd, in the officers' quarters at the
fort, an orderly entered with the mall
and handed a letter to Lieutenant
Woodward. He opened it and read
the invitation with pleasure. He had
scarcely finished reading and was
hastening to write a reply when the
orderly entered again and saluted.
"A Professor Arnold to see you,
lieutenant," he announced.
"Professor Arnold?" repeated Wood-
ward. "I don't know any Professor
Arnold. Well, show him In anyway."
The orderly ushered in a well-
dressed man with a dark, heavy beard
and large horn spectacles. Wood-
ward eyed him cautiously and a bit
suspiciously, as the stranger seated
himself and made a few remarks.
The moment the orderly left the
room, however, the professor lowered
his voice to a whisper. Woodward
listened in amazement, looked at him
more closely, then laughed and shook
hands cordially.
The professor leaned over again.
Whatever it was that he said, it made
a great Impression on the lieutenant.
J "Too know the fellow Del Mar?"
asked Professor Arnold finally.
"No," replied Woodward.
"Well, he's hanging around Miss
Dodge all the time," went on Arnold.
"There's something queer about his
presence here at this time."
"I've an invitation to a garden party
at her houso tonight," remarked
Woodward.
t "Accept," urged the professor, "and
tell her you are bringing a friend."
I Woodward resumed writing and
when he had finished handed the note
to the stranger, who read:
"Dear Miss Dodge:
"I shall be charmed to be with you
tonight and with your permission will
bring my friend. Professor Arnold.
"Truly yours,
"EDWARD WOODWARD."
"Good," nodded the professor, hand-
ing the note back.
Woodward summoned an orderly,
"Se« that this is delivered at Dodge
hall to Miss Dodge herself as Boon as
possible," he directed, as the orderly
took the note and saluted.
Elaine, Aunt Josephine and I were
In the garden when Lieutenant Wood-
ward's orderly rode up and delivered
the letter.
Elaine opened it and read. "That's
all right," she thanked the orderly.
"Oh, Walter, he's coming to the gar-
den party, and is going to bring a
Iriend of his, u Professor Arnold."
We chatted a few moments about
the party.
"Oh," exclaimed Elaine suddenly, "I
have an idea."
"What is It?" I asked, smiling at
her enthusiasm.
"We'll have a fortune teller," she
cried, "Aunt Josephine, you shall play
the part."
"All right, if you really want me,"
consented Aunt Josephine smiling in-
dulgently as we urged her.
v>ivn lu the submarine harbor that
afternoon, Del Mar and his men were
seated about the conference table.
"I've traced out the course and the
landing points of the great Atlantic
cable," he said. "We must cut it."
Del Mar turned to one of the men.
"Tako these plans to the captain of
the steamer and tell him to get ready,"
he went on. "Find out and send me
! word when the cutting can bo done
best."
The man saluted and went out.
Leaving the submarine harbor In
the usual manner, he made his way to
a dock around the promontory and
near the village. Tied to it was a
small tramp steamer. The man walked
down the dock and climbed aboard
the boat. There several rough-look-
ing Bailors were lolling and standing
about. The emissary selected the
captain, a more than ordinary tough-
looking Individual.
"Mr. Del Mar aend3 you the location
of the Atlantic cable and the place
where he thinks It best to pick it up
and cut it," he said.
The captain nodded. "I under-
stand," he replied. "I'll send him
word later when it can be done best."
A few minutes after dispatching his
messenger, Del Mar left the subma-
rine harbor himself and entered his
bungalow by way of the secret en-
trance. There he went Immediately
to his desk and picked up the mail
that had accumulated in his absence.
One letter he read:
"Dear Mr. Del Mar:
"We shall bo pleased to see you at a
little garden party we are holding
tonight. Sincerely,
"ELAINE DODGE."
As he finished reading, he pushed
the letter carelessly aside as though
he had no time for such frivolity.
Then an Idea seemed to occur to him.
He picked it up again and read It
over.
"I'll go," he said to himself, simply.
«•• «
That night Dodge hall was a blaze
of lights and life, overflowing to the
wide veranda and the garden. Guests
In evening clothes were arriving from
all' parts of the summer colony and
were being received by Elaine. Al-
ready some of them were dancing on
the veranda.
Among the late arrivals were Wood-
ward and his friend, Professor Ar-
nold.
"I'm so glad to know that you are
stationed at Fort Dale," greeted
Elaine. "I hope it will be for all sum-
mer."
"I can't say how long It will be,
but I shall make every effort to make
it all summer," he replied gallantly.
"Let me present my friend, Profes-
sor Arnold."
The professor bowed low and un-
professorially over Elaine's hand and
a moment later followed Woodward
out into the next room as the other
guests arrived to be greeted by Elaine.
For a moment, however, she looked
after him curiously. Once she start-
ed to follow as though to speak to
him. Just then, however, Del Mar
entered.
"Good evening," he Interrupted,
suavely.
He stood for a moment with Elaine
and talked.
One doorway in the house was
draped and a tent had been erected
In the room. Over the door was a
sign which read: "The past and fu-
ture are "ffh open book ' to Ancient
Anna." There Aunt Josephine held
forth In a most effective disguise as
a fortune teller.
Aunt Josephine had always had a
curious desire to play the old hag In
amateur dramatics and now she had
gratified her desire to the utmost.
Probably none of the guests knew
that Ancient Anna was in reality
Elaine's guardian.
Elaine, being otherwise occupied, I
had selected one of the prettiest of
the girls and we were strolling
through tho house, seeking a quiet
spot for a chat.
"Why don't you have your fortune
told by Ancient Anna?" laughed my
companion as we approached the tent.
"Do you tell a good fortune reason-
ably?" I joked, entering.
"Only the true fortunes, young
man," returned Ancient Anna severe-
ly, starting in to read my palm. "You
are very much In love," she went on,
"but the lady Is not In this tent."
Very much embarrassed, 1 pulled
my hand away.
"How shocking!" mocked my com-
panion, making believe to be very
much annoyed. "I don't think I'll
have my fortune told," she decided as
we left the room.
We sauntered along to the veranda
where another friend claimed my com-
panion for a dance which she had
promised. As I strolled on alone, Del
Mar and Elaine were already finishing
a dance. He left her a moment later
and I hurried over, glad of the op-
portunity to see her at last.
Del Mar made his way alone among
tho guests and passed Aunt Josephine
disguised as the old hag seated before
her tent. Just then a waiter came
through with a tray of Ices. As he
passed, Del Mar stopped him, reached
out and took an Ice.
tinder the Ice, as he had known,
was a note. He took the note surrepti-
tiously, turned and presented the Ice
to Ancient Anna with a bow.
"Thank you, kind sir," she curtsied,
taking It.
Del Mar stepped aside and glanced
at the little slip of paper. Then he
crumpled It up and threw it aside,
walking away.
No sooner had he gone than Aunt
Josephine reached out and picked up
the paper. She straightened it and
looked at It. There was nothing on
the paper but a crude drawing of a
sunrise on the ocean.
"What's that?" asked Aunt Jo-
sephine, in surprise.
Just then Elaine and Lieutenant
Woodward came in and stopped be-
fore the tent. Aunt Josephine mo-
tioned to Elaine to come in and Elaine
followed. Lieutenant Woodward start-
ed after her.
"No, no. young man," laughed An-
cient Anna, shaking her forefinger at
him. "I don't want you. It's the
pretty young lady I want."
Woodward stood outside, though he
did not know quite what it was all
about. While he was standing there,
Professor Arnold came up. He had
not exactly made a hit with the guests.
At least, he seemed to make little ef-
fort to do so. He and Woodward
walked away, talking earnestly.
In the tent Aunt Josephine handed
Elaine the piece of paper she had
picked up.
"What does It mean?" asked Elaine,
studying the curious drawing In sur-
prise.
"I'm sure I don't know," confessed
Aunt Josephine.
"Nor I."
Meanwhile Lieutenant Woodward
and his friend had moved to a corner
of the veranda and stood looking In-
tently into the moonlight. There was
Del Mar deep in conversation with a
man who had slipped out, at a quiet
signal, from his hiding place in the
shrubbery.
"That fellow Is up to something,
mark my words," muttered Arnold un-
der his breath.
They continued watching Del Mar,
but, so far at least, he did nothing
that would have furnished them any
evidence of anything.
So the party went on most merrily
until, long after tho guests had left.
opened the window and listened. Then
he entered.
First he werft to the door and set a
chair under the knob. Next he drew
an electric bull's-eye and flashed it
about the room. He glanced about
and finally went over to Del Mar's
desk, where he examined a batch of
letters, his back to the secret panel.
Arnold was running rapidly through
the papers on the desk, as he flashed
his electric bull's-eye on them, when
the panel In the wall opened slowly
and Del Mar stepped into the room
noiselessly. To his surprise he saw
a round spot of light from an electric
flashlight focussed on his desk. Some-
one was there! He drew a gun.
Arnold started suddenly. He heard
the cocking of a revolver. But he did
not look around. He merely thought
an Instant, quicker than lightning,
then pulled out a spool of black thread
with one hand, while with the other
he switched ofT the light, and dived
down on Ills stomach on the floor in
the shadow.
"Who's that?" demanded De Mar.
"Confound it! I should have fired at
sight!"
The room was so dark now that it
was impossible to see Arnold. Del
Mar gazed intently. Suddenly Ar-
nold's electric torch glowed forth in
a spot across the room.
Del Mar blazed at It, firing every
chamber of his revolver, then switched
on the lights.
No one was in the room. But the
door was open. Del Mar gazed about,
vexed, then ran to the open door.
For a second or two he peered out
in tage, finally turning back into the
empty room. On the mantlepiece lay
the torch of the intruder. It was one
in which the connection Is made by a
ring falling on a piece of metal. The
ring had been left up by Arnold. Con-
nection had been made as he was
leaving the room by pulling the thread
which he had fastened to tho ring. Del
Mar followed the thread as it led
around the room to the doorway.
"Curse him!" swore Del Mar, smash-
ing down the innocent torch on the
floor in fury, as he rushed to the desk
and saw his papers all disturbed.
Outside, Arnold had made good his
escape. He paused in the moonlight
and listened. No one was pursuing. He
drew out two or three of the letters
which he had taken from Del Mar's
Lieutenant Woodward Recognizes Professor Arnold.
Elaine sat in her dressing gown up
in her room, about to retire.
Her maid had left her, and she
picked up the slip of paper from her
dresser, looking at it thoughtfully.
"What can a crude drawing of a
sunrise on the sea mean?" she asked
herself.
For a long time she studied the pa-
per, thinking it over. At last an idea
came to her.
"I'll bet I have it," she exclaimed to
herself. "Something is going to hap-
pen on the water at sunrise."
She took a pretty little alarm clock
from the table, Bet It, and placed It
near her bed.
Returning from the party to his li-
brary, Del Mar entered. Except for
the moonlight streaming In through
the windows the room was dark. He
turned on tho lights and crossed to the
panel in the wall. As he touched a
button tho panel opened. Del Mar
switched off the lights and went
through the panel, closing it.
Outside, at tho other end of tho pas-
sageway, was one of his men, waiting
In the shadows as Del Mar came up.
For a moment they talked. "I'll bo
there, at sunrise," agreed Del Mar, as
the man left and he re-entered the se-
cret passage. -
While ho was conferring, at the li-
brary window appeared a face. It
was Professor A&old's. Cautiouiiy &e
desk, and hastily ran through them.
"Not a thing in them," he exclaimed.
At the first break of dawn the little
alarm clock awakened Elaine. She
started up and rubbed her eyes at the
suddenness of the awakening, then
quickly reached out and stopped the
bell so that it would not disturb oth-
ers in the house. She jumped out of
bed hurriedly and dressed.
Armed with a spy glass, Elaine let
herself out of the house quietly. Di-
rectly to the shore she went, walking
along the beach. Suddenly she paused.
There were three men. Before she
could level her glass at them, however,
they disappeared.
"That's strange," she said to herself,
looking through the glass. "There's a
steamer at the dock that seems to be
getting ready for something. I won-
der what it can be doing so early."
She moved along in the direction of
the dock. At the dock the disreputable
steamer to which Del Mar had dis-
patched his emissary was still tied, the
sailors now working under the gruff
orders of the rough captain. About a
capstan were wound the turns of a
long wire rope at the end of which was
a three-pronged drag hook.
Already, on the shore, at an old de-
serted shack of a fisherman, two of Del
Mar's men had been waiting since be-
fore sun-up, having come in a dirty,
dingy fishing smack anchored aS
shore.
"Is everything ready?" asked Del
Mar, coming up.
"Everything, sir," returned the two,
following him along the shore.
"Who's that?" nutioned one of the
men, looking ahead.
They hid hastily, for there was
Elaine. She had seen the three and
was about to level her glass in their
direction as they hid. Finally she
turned and discovered the steamer.
As she moved toward it, Del Mar and
the others came out from behind a
rock and stole after her.
Elaine wandered on until she came
to the dock. No one paid any attention
to her, apparently, and she made her
way along the dock and even aboard
the boat without being observed.
No sooner had she got on the boat,
however, than Del Mar and his men
appeared on the dock and also boarded
the steamer.
The captain was still explaining to
the men Just how the drag-hook worked
when Elaine came up quietly on the
deck. She stood spellbound as Bhe
heard him outline the details of the
plot. Scarcely knowing what she did,
she crouched back of a deckhouse and
listened.
Behind her, Del Mar and his men
came along, catlike. A glance was
sufficient to tell them she had over-
heard what the captain was saying.
"Confound that girl!" ground out
Del Mar. "Will she always eross my
path? We'll get her this time!"
The men scattered as he directed
them. Sneaking up quietly, they made
a sudden rush and seized her. As
she struggled and screamed, they
dragged her off, thrusting her into
the captain's cabin and locking the
door.
"Cast off!" ordered Del Mar.
A few moments later, out in the har-
bor, Del Mar was busy directing the
dragging for the Atlantic cable at a
spot where It was known to run. They
let the drag hook down over the side
and pulled It along slowly on the
bottom.
*••••••
I had decided to do some early
morning fishing that day after the
party, and knowing that Elaine and
the others were usually late risers, I
said nothing about it, determined to
try my luck alone.
So it happened that only a few min-
utes after Elaine let herself out quiet-
ly, I did the same, carrying my fish-
ing tackle. I made my way toward
the shore, undecided whether to fish
from a dock or boat. Finally I deter-
mined to do some casting from the
shore.
I had cast once or twice before I
was aware that I was not alone In the
Immediate neighborhood. Some dis-
tance away I saw a little steamer at
a wharf. A couple of men ran along
the deck, apparently cautioning the
captain against something.
Then I saw them run to one Bide
and drag out a girl, screaming and
struggling as they hurried her below.
I could scarcely believe my eyes. It
was Elaine!
Only a second I looked. They were
certainly too many for me. I dropped
my rod and line and ran toward the
dock, however. As I came down it,
I saw that I was too late. Tho little
steamer had cast off and was now
some distance from the dock. I looked
about for a motorboat in desperation
anything to follow them in. But
there was nothing, absolutely nothing,
not even a row boat.
I ran back along the dock as I had
come and struck out down the shore.
■ • • •
Out at the parade grounds at Fort
Dale, in spite of the early hour, there
was some activity, for the army is
composed of early risers.
Lieutenant Woodward and Profes-
sor Arnold left the house in which
the lieutenant was quartered, where
he had invited Arnold to spend the
night. Already an orderly had brought
around two horses. They mounted for
an early morning ride through the
country.
Off they clattered, naturally bending
their course toward the shore. They
came soon to a point in the road
where it emerged from the hills and
gave them a panoramic view of the
harbor and sound.
"Wait a minute," called the pro-
fessor.
Woodward reined up and they gazed
off over the water.
"What's that—an oyster boat?"
asked Woodward, looking in the direc-
tion Arnold indicated.
"I don't think so, so early," replied
Arnold, pulling out his pocket glass
and looking carefully.
Through it he could see that some-
thing like a hook was being cast over
the steamer's side and drawn back
again.
"They're dragging for something,"
he remarked as they brought up an
object, dark and covered with Bea-
growth, then threw it overboard as
though it was not what they wanted.
"By George—the Atlantic cable lands
here—they're going to cut it!"
Woodward took the glasses himself
and looked in surprise. "That's right,"
he cried, his surprise changed to alarm
in an instant. "Here, take the glass
again and watch. I must get back
to the fort."
He swung his horse about and gal-
loped off, leaving Arnold sitting in the
saddle gazing at the strange boat
through his glass.
By the time Woodward reached the
parade ground again, a field gun and
its company were at drill. He dashed
furiously across the field.
Woodward blurted out what he had
just seen. "We must stop it—at any
cost," he added, breathlessly.
The officer turned to the company.
A moment later the order to follow
Woodward rang out, the horses were
\ftieeled about, and off the party gal-
loped. On they went, along the road
which Woodward and Arnold bad al-
ready traversed.
Arnold was still gazing, impatiently
now, through the glass. He could see
the foredeck of the ship where Del
Mar, muffled up, and his men had suc-
ceeded In dragging the cable to the
proper position on the deck. They laid
it down and Del Mar was directing the
preparations for cutting it. Arnold
lowered his glass and looked about
helplessly.
Just then Lieutenant Woodward
dashed up with the officer nnd com-
pany and the field gun. They wheeled
It about and began pointing it and
linding the range.
Would they never get It? Arnold
was almost beside himself. One of Del
Mar's men seized an ax and was about
to deliver the fatal blow. He swung it
and for a moment held It poised over
his head.
Suddenly a low, deep rumble of a
reverberation echoed and re-echoed
from the hills over the water. The
field gun had bellowed defiance.
A solid shot crashed through the
cabin, smashing the door. Astounded,
the men jumped back. As they did so,
in their fear, the cable, released,
slipped back over the rail In a great
splash of safety Into the water and
sank.
The first shot had dismantled the
doorway of the cabin. Elaine crouched
fearfully in the furthest corner, not
knowing what to expect next. Sudden-
ly another shot tore through Just be-
side the door, smashing the woodwork
terrifically. She shrank back further,
In fright.
Anything was better than this hid-
den terror. Nerved up, she ran through
the broken door.
Arnold was gazing through his glass
at the effect of the shots. He could
now see Del Mar and the others leap-
ing into a swift little motorboat along-
side the steamer which they had been
using to help them in dragging for the
cable.
Just then he saw Elaine run scream-
ing out from the cabin and leap over-
board.
"Stop!" shouted Arnold In a fever of
excitement, lowering the glass.
"There's a girl—by Jove—it's Miss
Dodge!"
"Impossible!" exclaimed Woodward.
"I tell you it is," reiterated Arnold,
thrusting the glass into the lieuten-
ant's hand.
The motorboat had started when
Del Mar saw Elaine In the water.
"Look," he growled, pointing) "there's
the Dodge girl."
Elaine was swimming frantically
away from the boat. "Get her," he oi
dered, shielding his face so that she
could not see it.
They turned the boat and headed
toward her. She struck out harder
than ever for the shore. On came the
motorboat.
Arnold and Woodward looked at
each other In despair. What could
they do?
• *••• •
Somehow, by a sort of Instinct, I
suppose, I made my way as quickly
as I could along the shore toward Fort
Dale, thinking perhaps of Lieutenant
Woodward.
As I came upon the part of the
grounds of the fort that sloped down
to the beach I Baw a group of young
officers standing about a peculiar af-
fair on the Bhore in the shallow water
—half bird, half boat.
As I came closer, I recognized it as
a Thomas hydroaeroplano.
It suggested an idea and I hurried,
shouting.
One of tho men seated in it wa3 evi-
dently explaining its working to the
others.
'Wait," he said, as he saw me run-
ning down tho shore, waving and
shouting at them. "Let's see what thla
fellow wants."
It was, as I soon learned, the fa-
mous Captain Burnside of the United
States aerial corps. Breathless, I told
him what I had Been and that we were
all friends of Woodward's.
Burnside thought a moment and
quickly made up his mind.
"Come—quick—jump up here with
me," he called. Then to the other
men, "I'll be back soon. Wait here.
Let her go!"
I had jumped up and they spun the
propeller. The hydroaeroplane feath-
ered along the water, throwing a cloud
of white spray, then slowly rose in the
air.
As we rose we could see over the
curve in the shore. ^
"Look!" I exclaimed, straining my
eyes. "She's overboard. There's a
motorboat after her. Faster—over that
way!"
'Yes, yes," shouted Burnside above
the roar of the engine which almost
made conversation impossible.
He shifted the planes a bit and
crowded on more speed.
The men in the boat saw us. One
figure, tall, muffled, had a familiar look,
but I could not place it and in the ex-
citement of tho chase had no chance
to try. But I could see that he Baw
us and was angry. Apparently the
man gave orders to turn, for the boat
swung around just as we swooped
down and ran along the water.
Elaine was exhausted. Would we
be In time?
We planed along tho water, while
the motorboat sped off with its baffled
passengers. Finally we stopped in a
cloud of spray.
Together, Burnside and I reached
down and caught Elaine, not a moment
too soon.
Oh—Walter," she murmured, "you
were just in time."
'I wish I could have been sooner," I
apologized.
"They—they didn't cut the cabl —
did they?" she asked.
(TO BH CONTINUED.}
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Burke, J. J. The Daily Transcript (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 3, No. 132, Ed. 1 Saturday, December 11, 1915, newspaper, December 11, 1915; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc113108/m1/2/: accessed April 24, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.