Both Sides 
of 
The Shield 
By Major 
ARCHIBALD W. BUTT, 
One of the Heroes of the 
Titanic and President 
Taft's Military Aid. 
Copyright, 1905, by J. B. Lippincott 
company. All rights reserved. 
SYNOPSIS 
Palmer, a Boston newspaper man, is 
gent to Georgia to report social and indus- 
trial conditions in a series of letters to hig 
paper. Colgnel Turpin, a southerner, 
thinks Palmer is a lawyer and has come 
@ foreclose the Turpin plantation’s mort- 
gage. 
Palmer undeceives him, and the colonel, 
thinking that Palme is a kinsman, in- 
vites him to be his guest at the Pines. 
Paimer meets Ellen and Bud Turpin and 
ts hospitably received. 
He becomes interested in Ellen and 
learns that the Turpin home ifs in grave 
peril through lack of funds. He wants to 
eonfess that he is not really a kinsman, 
but fails to do so. 
Squire Hawkins, an elderly man, is 
eourting Ellen. A rirty is planned in 
honor of Palmer, wh writes his impres- 
gions of the place for >iq naner. 
stem wears an old brocade gown at the 
party, and Palmer falls in love with her. 
Elien and her friends take him to the 
wishing stone. 
*You are my queen tonight,’ Palmer 
tells her, but she will not permit him to 
avow his love. He fears she intends mar- 
rying the squire to save the old home. 
Ellen thinks Palmer has ridiculed her 
and her family in one of his newspaper 
articles and commands him to leave her 
and never return. 
Palmer secretly acquires the Turpin 
mortgage to protect the place for Ellen, 
then volunteers for service in the war 
against Spain. 
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I do not know how it would have 
ended had the thought not come to me, 
as if by inspiration, that I could at 
least be of some small service to her, 
pet keep my identity in the back- 
ground. After waiting in Augusta one 
more week in anxious hope that each 
day might bring a letter from her I 
took the train for Atlanta and there 
began a search for the holders of the 
mortgage on the Pines. With good 
references I presented myself at the 
office of one of the large trust compa- 
nies and authorized its agents to trace 
the mortgage and to secure it at any 
cost. After weeks of incessant work 
we traced the holders somewhere in 
the southern part of the state, and an 
agent of the company was dispatched 
NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
there to take up the mortgage. The 
utmost caution was necessary to se- 
cure the consent of Bud without excit- 
ing his suspicion. The holders of the 
paper were instructed to say that they 
had to sell and that they had found a 
company whose business it was to 
lend money willing to accept it. Noth- 
ing was said about reducing the inter- 
est. It was not until the transfer had 
been accomplished that it was made 
known to Bud that the company had 
reduced the interest from 6 to 4 per 
cent. 
I had followed the transaction with 
the keenest interest, and the officials, 
They Understood the Necessity of Se- 
crecy, 
who were in my confidence, became as 
interested almost as I. I told them 
that under no circumstances were the 
Turpins to know anything about me; 
that everything must be done through 
them, They understood the necessity 
of secrecy, as I told them that the ben- 
eficiaries of this act would reject it 
and force a foreclosure had they any 
reason to suspect that the interest had 
been reduced through any desire to 
assist them in any way. Satisfied that 
I had done something for Miss Hllen, 
I determined to leave for the west. 
It was while going to take my train 
that a circumstince occurred that de- 
layed my departure for several days 
more. I was late and was hurrying 
through the depot when I ran fairly in 
the arms of Bud. I did not recognize 
him at first, and it was only when I 
-this interested me little. 
stepped back with a conventional apol- 
ogy that I saw the strong outlines of 
his face and knew it to be that of Miss 
Hilen’s brother. It was only a momen- 
tary glimpse I had of him, but he look- 
ed older and more careworn, it seemed 
to me. He seemed preoccupied and 
did not recognize me, for, lowering my 
face, I hurried past him and reached 
the waiting room. I abandoned all in- 
tention of taking the train that day, 
for I at once suspected that my secret 
had became known and that Bud had 
come to Atlanta with the determina- 
tion of either having the transfer re- 
voked or else forcing me to accept the 
former interest on the mortgage. By a 
circuitous route I reached my hotel 
and, sending for a messenger, dispatch- 
ed a note at once to the company in- 
forming the officials of the arrival of 
Mr. Turpin. 
The next day I learned that Bud, 
thinking the transaction somewhat 
queer, had come to Atlanta to see 
about it himself, and I strongly be- 
lieved that Miss Ellen had urged him 
to it to satisfy herself that I was in no 
way connected with the benefit which 
those at the Pines would derive from 
the reduction of the interest. Bud de- 
manded to know to whom his family 
was indebted for this unlooked for 
piece of generosity. My agent told him 
that these mortgages had become very 
valuable and that his company had 
been authorized to secure as many of 
them as possible and to reduce the in- 
terest on them to 4 per cent. Satis- 
fied that the matter was a business 
transaction, Bud left for the Pines 
again and, I had reason to believe, 
with a lighter heart. 
Lost in the background and congrat- 
lating myself on the success of my 
scheme, I wandered into the west. The 
face of Ellen was ever before me. 
Night and day the picture of her, clad 
in a simple gingham frock, her sleeves 
rolled up and her hand pointing in the 
direction of the old memorial bridge, 
was ever in my mind. Several times I 
tried to resume my writing, but my 
pen seemed to drop from my fingers or 
else my mind refused to respond to 
my will. In dejection of spirit my 
head would fall over on my arms, and 
I would sit for hours dreaming of the 
Pines and Miss Ellen. In my apathy 
I journeyed to Japan, and for awhile 
life seemed brighter in that mosaic 
looking country; but, go where I would, 
there was ever recurring to my 
thoughts the picture of Miss Ellen, and 
my heart would swell and tears rush 
unbidden to my eyes as I remembered 
our partng. There was talk of war 
between my country and Spain, but 
I seemed to 
have lost my sense of the proportion 
of things. Resolved at last to take up 
the thread of my life again and begin 
anew, I started for the States. Almost 
the first thing I learned on reaching 
the Pacific slope was the fact that war 
had been declared. The will of an in- 
