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No, he's not my sort...." "Does he know?" "No," Aleta answered, hastily. "No, he doesn't ... and he never will." Frank told his father something of the conversation. "Its an open secret," said Francisco, "that Ruef and his crew are out for the coin. I'll tell you something else you mustn't print, your paper is determined to expose Ruef.

"I've some er business on this side." At the great military post which slopes back on the green headlands from the Golden Gate, Frank and Aleta found a varied company. The hospitals were filled with men and women burned in the fire or hurt by falling walls. There were scores perhaps a hundred of them.

Do you see that well-fed looking fellow carrying the ragged baby? He's a corporation lawyer. He makes $50,000 a year I'm told. And the fat woman he's helping with her numerous brood is a charwoman at the Alcazar theatre." Frank looked and laughed. "Why it's my Uncle Robert!" he exclaimed. Robert Windham held out his free hand to Frank and Aleta. His family was safe, he told them.

He thought he'd lost me when the money went ... his money in the California Safe Deposit Company." Frank took a seat beside her on the couch, whose flaming, joyous colors seemed a mockery just then. "Aleta," he said, "I wish I could help you. I wish I knew how, but I don't." She lifted her tear-stained eyes to his with a curious bitterness. "No ... you don't. But thank you.

Frank, with his heart in his mouth, made a survey of the hospitals, after finding tent room for Aleta. His press badge gained admittance for him everywhere and he went through a pretence of taking notes. But he was looking for Bertha. At a large tent they were establishing an identification bureau, a rendezvous for separated families, friends or relatives.

This became the keynote of the meeting. Rudolph Spreckels, who arrived late, was greeted with tumultuous cheering. Frank and Aleta were impressed by the spontaneity of the huge popular turnout. "It means," said the girl, as they made their exit, "that San Francisco is again aroused to its danger. What a great, good natured, easy-going body of men and women this town is!

He turned and saw that her eyes were radiant. "And I think that when we feel its rhythm in us, it's like a call. A call to " "What?" he asked abashed. "Service.... Frank," she faced him questioningly, half fearful. "You'll forgive me, won't you? I I'm going away." She expected protest, exclamation. Instead he asked her, very quietly: "To Europe, Aleta? The Red Cross?" "Yes," she said, surprised.

Aleta had an ingenue part now at the Alcazar. Only once or twice a week did she keep the tacit tryst at the little nocturnal cafe. Frank saw her at the Techau, at Zinkand's, the St. Germain, with the kind of men that make love to actresses. She knew all about the stock market and politics, for some of Ruef's new Supervisors were among her swains.

"Your mother!" A swift recollection smote him. "Where is she?" "Mother died last week," Aleta turned away. "I'm rather thankful now." Silently he helped her with the packing. There were a suitcase and a satchel for the choice of her possessions. They required much picking and choosing. Many cherished articles must be abandoned. Suddenly Aleta ran to Frank. The room was rocking.

So were Francisco and Jeanne, who had joined the Windhams when the Stanley home was dynamited. They had gone to Berkeley and would stay with friends of Maizie's. Frank wrote down the address. He decided to remain in San Francisco. There was Aleta.... And, somehow, Bertha must be located. Everyone was bound for the Presidio. "You may find me there later," said Windham.

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