Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 10, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 January 1913 — Page 2

The Daily Republican Kvery Day Except Sunday HEALEY & CLARK, Publishers. RENSSELAER. INDIANA

REMINISCENCES OF SHERLOCK HOLMES

by ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE

Illustrations by V. X.. BARNES

C/ic< •ADVENTURE OE IDE RED CIRCLE (Continued.) "This Is serious, Watson,” he cried. "There is some deviltry going forward! Why should such a message stop In such a way? I should put Scotland Yard in-touch with this business —and yet, It is too pressing for us to leave.” “Shall 1 go for the police?” "We must deflnd the situation a little more clearly. It may bear some more innocent interpretation. Come, Watson, let us go across ourselves and see what we can make of it” As we walked rapidly down Howe street I glanced back at the building which we had left There, dimly outlined at the top window, I could see the shadow of a head, a woman’s head, gazing tensely, rigidly, out into w night, waiting with breathless suspense for the renewal of that inter- { rupted message. At the doorway of the Howe street flats a man, muffled In a cravat and great-coat, was leaning against the railing. He started as the hall-light fell upon our faces. "Holmes!” he cried. "Why, Gregson!” said my companion, as he shook hands with the Scotland Yard detective. “Journeys end with lovers’ meetings. What brings you here?” I "The same reasons that bring you, I expect,” said Gregson. “How you got on to it I can’t imagine.” “Different threads, but leading up to the same tangle. I’ve been taking the signals.” “Signals?” “Yes, from that window. They broke off in ’ the middle. We came over to see the reason. But since it is safe in your hands I see no object in continuing the business.” “Wait a bit!” cried Gregson, eagerly. “I’ll do you this justice, Mr. Holmes, that I was never in a case that I didn’t feel stronger 'for having you on my side. There's only the one exit to these flats, so we have him safe.” “Who is he?” “Well, well, we score over you for onoe, Mr. Holmes. You must give us best this time.” He struck his stick sharply upon ground, on which a cabman, his whip in his hand, sauntered over from a four-wheeler which stood on the far side of the street. “May I introduce you to Mr. Sherlock Holmes?” he said to the cabman. “This is Mr. Leverton of Pinkerton’s American agency.” “The hero of the Long Island Cave mystery?” said Holmes. "Sir, I am pleased to meet you.” The American, a quiet,'businesslike young man, with a clean-shaven, hatchet face, flushed up at the words of commendation. “I am on the trail of my life now, Mr. Holmes,” said he. “If I can get Gorglano—” “What! Gorglano of the Red Circle?" “Oh, he has a European fame, has he? Well, we’ve learned all about him in America. We know he is at the bottom of fifty murders, and yet we have nothing positive we can take him on. I tracked him over from New York, and I’ve been close to him for a week in London, waiting some excuse to get my hand on his collar. Mr. Gregson and I ran him to ground in that big tenement house, and there’s enly the one door, so he can’t slip us. There’s three folk come out since he

“What Brings You Hero?"

wwnt Id, but I’ll swear he wasn't one of them.” ; ‘•Mr. Holmes talks of signals," said Gregson. "I expect, as usual, be knows n <1 deal thaWwe don’t.*

la a few clear words Holmes explained the situation ag ft had appeared to us. The American struck his hands together with vexation, i "He’s on to us!” he cried. "Why do you think so?” “Well, It figures out that way, does It not? Here he Is, sending out messages to an accomplice—there are several of his gang In London. Then suddenly, just as by your own account he was telling them that there was danger, he broke short off. What could it mean except that from the window he had suddenly either caught sight of us In the street, or in some way come to understand how close the danger was, and that he must act right away if he was to avoid it? What do you suggest, Mr. Holmes ?” “That we go up at once and see for ourselves.” . “But we have no warrant for his arrest.” "He is in unoccupied premises under suspicious circumstances,” said Gregson. “That is good enough for the moment When we have him by the heels we can see if New York can’t help us to keep him. I’ll take the responsibility of arresting him now.” Opr official detectives may blunder in the matter of intelligence, but never in that of courage. Gregson climbed the. stair to arrest this desperate murderer with the same absolutely quiet and businesslike bearing with which he would have ascended the official staircase of Scotland Yard. The Pinkerton man had tried to push past him, but Gregson had firmly elbowed him back. London dangers were the privilege of the London force. The door of the left-hand flat upon the third landing was standing ajar. Gregson pushed it open. Within all was absolute silence and darkness. I struck a match, and lit the detective’s lantern. As I did so, and as the flicker steadied into a flame, we all gave a gasp of surprise. On the deal boards, of the carpetless floor there was outlined a fresh track of blood. ’The red steps pointed towards us, and led away from an inner room, the door of which was closed. Gregson flung it open and held his light full blaze in front of him, whilst we all peered eagerly over his shoulders. In the middle qf the floor of the empty room was huddled the figure of an enormous man, his clean-shaven, swarthy face grotesquely horrible in its contortion, and his head encircled by a ghastly crimson halo of blood, lying in a broad wet circle upon the white woodwork. His knees were drawn up, his hands thrown out In

The Red Steps Pointed Toward Us.

agony, and from the center of his broad, brown, upturned throat there projected the white haft of a knife driven blade-deep into his body. Giant as he was, the man must have gonedown like a pole-axed ox before that terrific blow. Beside his right hand a most formidable horn-handled, twoedged dagger lay upon the floor, and near it a black kid glove. "By George! it’s Black Gorgiano himself!’’ cried the American detective. "Some one has got ahead of us this time.” “Here is the candle in the window, Mr. Holmes," said Gregson. “Why, whatever are you doing?” / Holmes had stepped across, had lit wards and forwards across the win-dow-panes. Then he peered into the

Parish Split Over Latin

French and Germans of Metz at War Over the Proper Sound of "U.” The proper method of pronouncing Latin has long been a matter of controversy among the learned, but it Is startling to find an entire parish disorganized by the question. This is the case In the parish of St. Maximln’s, in Metz. , The older clergy of Alsace-Lorraine were brought up under French influence, and are accustomed to pronounce the church Latin with the soft French “u.” The younger generation has been taught in the schools to pro* nounce the “u” full, according to the German and Italian manner. Yesterday the choir of St. Maximin’s pronounced the Latin of the pieces sung at mass in the German way. The parish priest, an old man, solemnly rebuked them, and they shut up their music books and left the church. Probably the clergyman found the new pronunciation grated on his ears, and his outburst was duo to the sensitiveness of a scholar.

darkness, blew the candle out, and threw it on the floor. “I rather think that win be helpful,** said he. He came over and stood In deep thought, while thetwo professionals were examining the body. “You say that three people came out from the flat while you were waiting downstairs,” said he, at last “Did you observe them closely?" "Yes, J did." "Was there a fellow about thirty, black-bearded, dark, of middle size?"

"By George, It's Black Gorgiano Himself,” Cried the American Detective.

“Yes; he was the last to pass me.” “That is your man, I fancy. I can give you his description, and we have a very! excellent outline of his footmark. That should be enough for you.” “Not much, Mr. Holmes, among the millions of London.” "Perhaps not. That is why I thought it best to summon this lady to your aid.” We all turned round at the words. There, framed In the doorway, was a tall and beautiful woman—the mysterious lodger of Bloomsbury. Slowly she advanced, her 4 face pale and drawn with a frightful apprehension, her eyes fixed and staring, her terrified gaze riveted upon the dark figure on the floor. “You have killed him!” she muttered. “Oh, Dio mlo, you have killed him!” Then I heard a sudden sharp intake of her breath, and she sprang into the air with a cry of joy. Round and round the room she danced, her hands clapping, her dark eyes gleaming with delighted wonder, and a thousand pretty Italian exqjamations pouring from her lips. It was terrible and amazing to see such a woman so convulsed with joy at such a sight. Suddenly she stopped and gazed at us all with a questioning stare. "But you! You are police, are you not? You have killed Giuseppe Gorgiano. Is ft not so?” “We are police, madam.” She looked round into the shadows of the room. “But where, then, Is Gennaro?” she asked. “He Is my husband, Gennaro Lucca. I am Emilia Lucca, and we are both from New York. Where Is Gennaro? He called me this moment from this window, and I ran with all my speed.” "It was I who called,” said Holmes. "You! How could you call?” “Your cipher was not difficult, madam. Your presence here was desirable. I knew that I had only to flash ’Vienl’ and you would surely come.” The beautiful Italian looked with awe at my companion. “I do not understand how you know these things,” she sal*. "Giuseppe Gorgiano—how did he —" She paused, and then suddenly her face lit up with pride and delight. "Now I see" it! My Gennaro! My splendid, beautiful Gennaro, who "has guarded me safe from all harm, he did it, with his own strong hand he killed the monster! Oh, Gennaro, how wonderful you are! What woman could ever be worthy of such a man?" “Well, Mrs. Lucca,” said the prosaic Gregson, laying his hand upon the lady’s sleeve with as little sentiment as If she were a Notting Hill hooligan, “1 am not very clear yet who you are or what you are; but you’ve ajBL ugh ioaMduUA-ilasi His* 'inr%ha]i want you at the Yard.” (TO BE CONTINUED.)

The parishioners, however, are not scholars, and are now divided into two camps—those who maintain that, as Metz is now a German city, the church Latin should be sung in the German way, and those who hold that the choir Is doing the work of German officials and- attempting to destroy French influence. —N»w York Tribune.

Work for Each.

No one of my fellows can do that special work for me which 1 have come into the world to do; may do a higher work, but he cannot do my work. I cannot hand over my work to him, -any more than I can hand over my responsibilities or my gifts. 1 must do ... . my work. I may do little or I may do much. That matters not It must be my own work. —Rus klfl.

Nation's Water Power.

In the United States it Is said that there are water powers available representing 37,000,000 horsepower, at which only one-sixth is developed,.

SAVED FROM TRIBE

Alaska Indian Maiden Is a Mod* em Pocahontas. Chief’s Daughter Marries Chlnese'Sailor She Rescued From Death, and Now They Are Living In San Francisco. Nashville.—Under date line of Washington, D. C„ Mrs. L. M.. Cheshire contributes the following unique story to the Nashville Banner: j "Pocahontas has been outdone by an Alaskan maiden. John Smith was only in danger of having his brains spattered over the surrounding real estate when Pocahontas rescued him with her love. The John Smith of Alaska was not only In danger of being killed, but of being eaten when the women in whose eyes he had found favor saved him. “The Alaskan John Smith was not a titled explorer when he fell into the hands of savages, nor was his name John Smith. He was only a common yellow-skinned sea cook. His name is Ah Wing, and there is nothing attractive about him. He is about as home ly a mixture of Chinaman and Malay pirate as could be found in a day’s walk. His Pocahontas answers to the name of Jule now, but nobody knows what her Indian name was. She is a long way of being Pocahontas’ equal in beauty, and the Siwash features of generations were consolidated when her face was made. Ah Wing some nine years ago was a cook in the employ of the navy department and was shipped north on the Jamestown. While on the Sitka station Wing’s time expired, or he deserted—just which is not quite plain — and he shipped aboard fl whaler. The whaler was wrecked and Wing was cast upon an inhospitable ice floe. Julie was the daughter of a chief of a .tribe of Indians, and while with her father discovered Ah Wing, who was as near dead from starvation, cold and exposure as it was possible for him to be and retain life. For days and days Julie nursed him, and he Anally recovered to find himself the object of a great deal of attention on the part of the Indians. They could apeak no Chinese or Engglish, and Wing had no comprehension of their dialect He was at a loss to

FIND WARSHIP LOOT

U. S. Officers Recover $12,000 Stolen From Louisiana. Detroit Jewel Theft Causes Puzzle— Police Believe Substitution of Paste Glues Occurred Before Robbery. Jersey City, N. J.—A chest containing |4,800 in cash is in the possession of deputy United §tates marshals here, and the seizure is alleged to be part of $12,000 which several petty officers of the battleship Louisiana stole while the vessel was in New York harbor. _ The money was found in a search of the house occupied by connections of George P. Davis, who was a commissary steward on the Louisiana. Davis is alleged to be one of the conspirators and has.been under court martial, according to local federal officials, at Norfolk, Va. Detroit.—A thief entered the home of C. F. York in this city recently and stole a quantity of jewelry. The owner of the articles- placed their value at $3,000. Later it was discovered the jewels were paste. Mr. York Insists the thief made the substitution since the burglary, but the police believe the jewels were stolen once before and that the first thief, to insure his escape, put paste in place of the real gems. A man giving the name of L. W. Hazzay and describing himself as a waiter from New York, has confessed, .the police say, that he took the jewelry from the York home, but says he did not manipulate the stones. In fact, he is much incensed at the way >A* wu cheated. All the stolen, articles have been recovered, part being found in pawnshops and the remainder in Hazzay’s room. “I am certain the jewels never were stolen before," said Mr.' York. "It is absurd to think they could have been taken, the stones changed and then returned without our knowing it" However, the police are of the opinion the substitutions bad taken place before Hazzay appeared on the scene.

AWAKENS AFTER FOUR YEARS

Remembers but Little of Events That Transpired In Wanderings Around Country. Loa Angeles, Cal—Attired In the height of fashion, carrying a new dress-suit case In one hand and with the other waving a gay farewell to friends who had gathered at the Erie train in New York in June, 1908, to see him depart for Phoenix, was the last' remembrance of Albert J. Ryan, who awakened on the sands two miles below Oceanside, dressed in a torn and much patched suit of clothes. .He had been the victim of a four year attack of aphasia, if the story which he related to Central station detectives proves true. In the interim, according to bits of information which Ryan says he has picked up .concerning himself since

POSTAGE STAMP VENDING MACHINE

The postmaster general is trying out a new postage stamp vending i machine in the Washington postoffi ce. It is, as may be seen, a coin in I the slot device, and the lower part is a box for the deposit of mail.

understand the solicitude with which they took in watching the accumulation of fat on his ribs. At last the horrid truth dawned upon him —at least he says so. They were going to barbecue and eat him. He gave all up for lost, when he Was inspired by the sight of Julia in tears. He made love to her. She com prehended and went to ask papa. The old chief was fond of his daughter and could refuse her nothing, He issued an edict against baking Wing. The remainder of the village protested, and the chief was obliged to state why he desired the stranger’s life pre-

Sunday, he traveled from the Atlantic to the Pacific ocean, sent-back to New York city for Miss Mary Flood, his sweetheart, to join him in California, married her somewhere in the state, became a father and worked for several years in- this city and San Diego. Yet he has no recollection of any of these events. Central station office detectives say it is one of the most remarkable cases of aphasia that has ever been brought to their attention. There is no charge against Ryan for deserting his wife and child, living at San Diego. He was cross-questioned at considerable length by detectives, but could not be shaken in any of his statements, some of which later were verified. He was identified by half a dozen men who knew him here and in San Diego before his return of memory. Ryan told the detectives that when he left New York he was employed as a hall boy at the Manhattan club, and that W. E. Guerin and General Burbank, millionaire members of the club, had given him money to go to Phoenix, as they thought he had tuberculosis.

PAPYRI TAKEN FROM EGYPT

Most Nearly Perfect Rolle Ever Found Unearthed Near Temple of the Ptolemies. London.—The numerous large and valuable rolls of historical papyri recently discovered by Robert De Rustafjaell, F. R. Q. 8., have now been brought to England. Mr. De Rustafjaell has allowed an Inspection of the rolls, which are certain to create considerable interest tn the sctenflflc world. They were unearthed by a fellah while sinking the foundation of his mud-hut near a teihple of the Ptolemies in Upper Egypt, and are of the Greco-Egyptian period. There are, seventeen of them. They are about twelve inches wide, all plosely rolled, and some are as much as four inches in diameter. The size of the largest probably will be found to be about fifty feet, which would be a record length for a roll of papyri. The rolls probably are the most nearly perfect ever found. “It should be borne in mind.” said Mr. De Rustafjaell, “that Manetho. the Greek historian, who lived probably about the time that these manuscripts were written, gave us a history of Egypt and the only framework we possess of the order and number of dynastic reigns. “With the discovery of the Rosetta Stone we obtained the long-lost key to the language of ancient Egyptians We think that We are justified in anticipating further and possibly more startling revelations from these manuscripts." Mr. De Rustafjaell had the good fortune about four years ago to light upon the find of papyri which were published in an Interesting book called “The Light of Egypt" At the time they were popularly referred to as “Further New Sayings of Christ?' One volume only, however, dealt with

served. The objectors gave in and Wing and Julie were married in Indian style. Finally he had a chance to escape. A boat’s crew came in from a schooner to trade for skins. The cook was dead, and Wing begged them to take him away with them. Wing’s father-, in-law gave him leave of»hree months and sent Juiie along to insure his return. Wing's leave of absence has long since expired, but in the confines of civilization he has become his own master, and has no intention of returning to the land of his wife’s people.

THIS PIG HUNTS RABBITS

Animal Runs With Dogs Now, but Owner Will Tfain It to Follow Trail Alone. Dover, Del. —J. H. Lankford of Lewes, Md., a village just across the lower Delaware* line, has a pig that hunts rabbits and joins in chases with its owner’s dogs. This pig is a thoroughbred of the Chester County White variety, and is known as Sir Grunter. It first saw the light last August, and was allowed to run around the. Lankford homestead with a pair of rabbit dogs, and it followed the dogs to the woods and hunted with them. When the rabbit season opened and the rabbit dogs went on a hunt, the pig followed. Mr. Lankford tried to fasten up the animal, but in vain. Finally he gave the pig its liberty and permitted it to follow the dogs at will. Mr. Lankford says he will endeavor to train the pig so that it will hunt without dogs.

Sable. Coat Cost $30,000.

Washington.—Congressman Jefferson M. Levy of New York is here with a $30,000 sable overcoat, Said to be the most expensive in the world.

the subject. It proved to be Saint Bartholomew’s apocryphal narrative by Christ o’s his descent into hell. This is the only authentic literature extant on which the Litany is based in the passage -referring to the descent into hell.

PLANS CONCILIATION COURT

Cleveland Ready to Try Scheme to 'Mall to Aid. Cleveland, O. —Judges of the municipal court, who have been considering ways and means of lowering the costs of court procedure, adopted a resolution urging the creation of a “conciliation court.” This court wtll„ it la understood, start its work' January 1, 1913. All claims of less than |SO, garnishments, attachments, replevins .and similar suits, will be heard in the “conciliation court,” which will be presided over by a special judge, to be appointed by Chief Justice McGannon. The new court will attempt a settlement of the claims which are presented to it without the Institution of formal proceedings. Cotta of suits which will be considered in the court will be greatly decreased. Service of subpoenaes by registered mail was also discussed by the judges as a method of further lowering the cost of legal proceedings.

$15,720 Is Paid for Bull.

London.—For a shorthorn bulk which he bought In the spring for 1680. George Campbell of Bleldshide,, near Aberdeen, has secured '515,780 at a sale tn Buenos Ayres. Mr. Ca.upbeH, who exports shorthorns to the Argentine, obtained an average of 14,880 for eight bulls. I