Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 222, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 September 1914 — Page 2

The PLACED of HONEYMOONS

by HAROLD MAC GRATH

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SYNOPSIS. Eleanora de Toscana was singing In Paris, which, perhaps, accounted for Edward Courtlandt’s appearance there. Multimillionaire, he wandered about where fancy dictated. 5%e might be in Paris one day and Kamchauca the next. Following the opera he goes to a case and is accosted by a pretty young woman. She gives him the address of Flora Desimone, vocal rival of Toscana, and Flora gives him the address of Eleanora. whom he is determined to see. Courtlandt enters Eleanora's apartments. She orders him out and shoots at him. The next day Paris is shocked by the mysterious disappearance of the prlma donna, CHAPTER IV—Continued. “There’s the dusky princess peeking out again.' The truth is, Abby, if I could hide myself for three or four years, long enough for people to forget me, I might reconsider. But it should be under another name. They envy us millionaires. Why, we are the loneeomest duffers going. We distrust every one; we fly when a woman approaches; we become monomaniacs; one thing obsesses us, everybody is after our money. We want friends, we want wives, but we want them to be attracted to us and not to our money-bags. Oh, pshaw! What plans have you made in regard to the search?" Gloom settled upon the artist’s face. "I’ve got to find out what’s happened to her, Ted. This isn’t any play. Why, she loves the part of Marguerite as she loves nothing else. She’s been kidnaped, and only God knows for what reason. It has knocked me silly. I just came up from Como, where she spends the summers now. I was going to take her and Fournier out to dinner.’’ “Who’s Fournier?” "Mademoiselle Fournier, the composer. She goes with Nora on the yearly concert tours.” "Pretty?” "Charming.” “I see,” thoughtfully. “What part of the lake; the Villa d’Este, Cadenabbia?” "Bellaggio. Oh, it was ripping last summer. She’s always singing when she’s happy. When she sings out on the terrace, suddenly, without giving anyone warning, her voice is wonderful. No audience ever heard anything like it" "I heard her Friday night. I dropped in at the opera without knowing what they were singing. I admit all you say in regard to her voice and looks; but I stick to the whim.” “But you can’t fake that chap with the blond mustache,” retorted Abbott grimly. “Lord, I wish I had run into you any day but today. I’m all in. I can telephone to the Opera from the studio, and then we shall know for a certainty whether or not she will return for the performance tonight. If not, then I’m going in for a little detective work.” “Abby, it will turn out to be the sheep of Little 80-Peep.” “Have your own way about it.” When they arrived at the studio Abbott telephoned promptly. Nothing had been heard. They were substituting another singer. “Call up the Herald,” suggested Courtlandt. Abbott did so. And he had to answer innumerable questions, questions which worked him into a fine rage; who was be, where did he live, what did he know, how long had he been in Paris, and could he prove that he had arrived that morning? Abbott wanted to fling the receiver into the mouth of the transmitter, but his patience was presently rewarded. The singer had not yet been found, but the chauffeur of the mysterious car had turned up ... in a hospital, and perhaps by night. they would know everything. The chauffeur had had a bad accident; the car itself was a total wreck, in a ditch, not far, from Versailles. “There!" cried Abbott, slamming the receiver on the hook. “What do you say to that?" “The chauffeur may have left her somewhere, got drunk afterward, and plunged into the ditch. Things have happened like that. Abby,,don't make a camel's hair shirt out of your paintbrushes. What a pother about a singer! If ft had been a great inventor, a poet, an artist, there would have been nothing more than a two-line paragraph. But an opera singer, one who entertains us during our idle evenings—ha! that’s a different matter. Set instantly that great municipal machinery called the police in action; sell extra editions on the streets. What ado!" “What the devil makes you so blt“Was I bitter? 1 thought I was philosophising.” Courtlandt consulted his watch. Half after four. "Come ever to the Maurice and dine with me

tomorrow night, that is, if you do not find your prima donna. I’ve an engagement at five-thirty, and must be off.” . o "I was about to ask you to dine with me tonight,” disappointedly. „ "Can’t; awfully sorry, Abby. It was only luck that I met you in the Luxembourg. Be over about seven. I was very glad tb see you again.” Abbott kicked a broken easel into a corner. “All right. If anything turns up I’ll let you know. You’re at the Grand?” "Yes. By-by.” "I know what’s the matter with him,” mused the artist, alone. “Some woman has chucked him. Silly little fool, probably.” » Courtlandt went down stairs and out into the boulevard. Frankly, he wae beginning to feel concerned. He still held to his original opinion that the diva had disappeared of her own free will; but if the machinery of the police had been started, he realized that his own safety would eventually become involved. By this time, he reasoned, there would not be a hotel in Paris free of surveillance. Naturally, blond strangers would be in demand. The complications that would follow his own arrest were not to be ignored. He agreed with his conscience that he had not acted with dignity in forcing his way into her" apartment. But that night he had been at odds with convention; his spirit had been that of the marauding old Dutchman of tjhe seventeenth century. He perfectly well knew that she was in the right as far as the pistol-shot was concerned. Further, he knew that he could quash any charge she might make in that direction by the simplest of declarations; and to avoid this simplest of declarations she would prefer silence above all things. They knew each other tolerably well. It was extremely fortunate that he had not been to the hotel since Saturday. He went directly to the war office. The great and powerful man there was the only hope left. They had met some years before in Algiers, where Courtlandt had rendered him a very real service. “I did not expect you to the minute,” the great man said pleasantly. “You will not mind waiting for a few minutes.” “Not in the least. Only, I’m in a deuce of a mess,'l frankly and directly. “Innocently enough, I’ve stuck my head into the police net.” •Ts it possible that now I can pay my debt to you?” “Such as it is. Have you read the article in the newspapers regarding the disappearance of Signorina da Toscana, the singer?" “Yes.” “I am the unknown blond. Tomorrow morning I want you to go with me to the prefecture and state that I was with you all of Saturday and Sunday; that on Monday you and yous wife dined with me, that yesterday we went to the aviation meet, and later to the Odeon.” “In brief, an alibi?” smill'ng now. ‘ “Exactly, I shall need one.” “And a perfectly good alibi. But I have your word that you are in nowise concerned ? Pardon the question, but between us it is really necessary if I am to be of service to you.” “On my word as a gentleman.” “That is sufficient.” “In fact, I do not believe that she has been abducted at all. Will you let me use your pad and pen for a minute?" The other pushed over the required articles. Courtlandt scrawled a few words and passed back the pad. “For me to read?” “Yes,” moodily. The Frenchman read. Courtlandt watched him anxiously. There was not even a flicker of surprise in the official eye. Calmly he ripped off the sheet and tore it into bits, distributing the pieces into the various waste baskets yawning about his long flat desk. Next, still avoiding the younger man’s eye, he arranged his papers neatly and locked them up in a huge safe which only the artillery of the German army could have forced. He then called for bjflhat and stick. He beckoned to Courtlandt to follow. Not a word was said until the car was humming on the road to Vincennes. “Well?” said Courtlandt, finally. - It was not possible for him to hold back the question any longer. “My dear friend, I am taking you out to the villa for the night" "But I have nothing . . .” “And I have everything, even foresight If you were arrested tonight it would cause you some inconvenience. I am fifty-six, some twenty years your senior. Under this hat of mine I carry a thousand secrets, and every one of these thousand must go to the grave with me, yours along with them. I have met you a - dozen times since those Algerian days, and never have you failed to afford me some amusement or excitement. You are the most interesting and entertaining young man I know. Try one of these cigars.” ••.• • ♦ * • Precisely at the time Courtlandt stepped into the automobile outside the war office, a scene, peculiar in character, but inconspicuous in that it did not attract attention, was enacted in the Gare de I'EsL Two sober-vis-aged meh stood respectfully aside to permit a tall young man in a Bavarian hat to enter a compartment of the second class. What could be seen of the young man’s face was full of smothered wrath and disappointment. How he hated himself, for his weakness, for bis cowardice.! He was not all bad. Knowing that he was being watched and followed, he could not go to Versailles and compromise her, uselessly. The devil take the sleek demon of a woman who had prompted him to commit so base an act! "You will at least," he said, "deliver that message which I have intrusted to your care.*'

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN. RENSSELAER. IND.

“It shall reach Versailles tonight, your highness.” The young man reread the telegram which one of the two men had given him a moment since. It was a command which even he, wilful and disobedient, as he was, dared not ignore. He ripped it into shreds and flung them out of the window. He did not apologize to the man into whose face the pieces flew. That gentleman reddened perceptibly, but he held his tongue. The blare of a horn announced the time of departure. The train moved. The two men on the platform saluted, but the young man ignored the salutation. Not until the rear car disappeared in the hazy distance did the watchers stir. Then they left the station and got into the tonneau of a touring car, which shot away and did not stop until it drew up before that imposing embassy upon which ,the French will always look with more or less suspicion. CHAPTER V. The Bird Behind Bars. The most beautiful blue Irish eyes in the world gazed out at the dawn which turned night-blue into day-blue and paled the stars. Rosal lay the undulating horizon, presently to burst into living flame, transmuting the dull steel bars of the window into fairy gold, that trick of alchemy so futilely sought by man. There was a window at the north and another at the south, likewise barred; but the Irish eyes never sought these two. It was from the east window only that they could see the long white road that led to Paris. The nightingale was truly caged. But the wild heart of the eagle beat in this nightingale’s breast, and the eyes burned as fiercely toward the east as the east burned toward the west. Sunday and Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday, today; and that the five dawns were singular in beauty and that she had never in her life before witnessed the -creation of five days, one after another* made no impression upon her sense of the beautiful, so delicate and receptive ir ordinary times. She was conscious that within her the cup of wrath was overflowing. Of other things, such as eating and sleeping and moving about ’in her cage (more like an eagle indeed than a nightingale), recurrence had blunted her perception. “Oh, but he shall pay, he shall pay!” she murmured, striving to loosen the bars with her small, white, helpless hands. The cry seemed to be an arietta, for through all these four maddening days she had voiced it—now low and deadly with hate, now fulltoned in burning anger, now broken by sobs of despair. “Will you never come, so that I may tell you how base and vile you are?” she further addressed the east. She had waited for his appearance on Sunday. Late in the day one of the jailers had informed her that it was impossible for the gentleman to come before Monday. So she marshaled her army of phrases, of accusations, of denunciations, ready to smother him with them the moment he came. But he came not Monday, nor Tuesday, nor Wednesday. The suspense was to her mind diabolical. She began to understand; he intended to keep her there till he was sure that her spirit was broken, then he would come. Break her spirit? She laughed wildly. He could break her spirit nd more easily than she could break these bars. To bring her to Versailles upon an errand of mercy! Well, he was capable of anything. ' She was not particularly distressed because she knew that it would not be possible for her to sing again until the following winter in New York. She had sobbed too much, with her face buried in the pillow. Had these sobs been born of weakness, all might have been well; but rage had mothered them, and thus her voice was in a very bad way. This morning she was noticeably hoarse, and there was a break in the arietta. No, she did not fret over this side of the calamity. The sting of it all lay in the fact that she had been outraged in the-matter of personal with no act, of reprisal to ease her immediate longing to be avenged. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

KEEP IN MIND WHEN WRITING

If One Would Be Classed as a Welcome Correspondent These Must Be Remembered. Be yourself, strive for the expression of your own thoughts, write with all the force of your personality, and you wiH be projecting your mind on the mind of the friend who is to draw delight from your letter. Write with the 1 conscious wish to express truthfully and -well that which you have to say, abjure slovenly makeshift, and. just as strongly, the self-conscious-ness which keeps one eye on the puis pose in hind and one on effect. Remember always that there is the possibility of publicity for your letter,~and if you have malice, cruelty, or uncharitableness in your mind, at least see that you do nos commit your feelings to paper, to your possible confusing at some later date, when kindliness has replaced your former harsh judgment. Remembering all these things, you will have no need for the services of a complete letter writer. Guided by sincerity and truth, you may proceed to give your thoughts the graven permanence of writing.

Step Lively.

“You use different horns for different dances, I suppose?” asked ths sweet young thing. "Oh, yes,” replied the musician. “What horn do you think best for a puickstep?" “Oh, the auto-horn, by all means.”

VAST WEALTH TO BE GAINED FROM THE TIMBER FORESTS OF MEXICO

They Extend From the United States Border on the North to the Isthmus of Tehuantepec on the South, Containing an Abundance of Oak and Pine Trees and Having a Width Ranging From 100 to 300 Miles—Cabinet Woods Profuse.

New York.-r-One may travel over thousands of miles of railway in Mexico and see hardly a tree of commercial timber. The average visitor, therefore, obtains the impression that Mexico Is practically forestless. But as a matter of fact the timber resources of Mexico are vast in extent and value. Extending nearly from the United States border on the north to the Isthmus of Tehuantepec on the south is an almost unbroken pine and oak forest that has a width ranging from one, to three hundred miles. During the last few years of the Diaz administration many Americans purchased large tracts of the valuable timber, and their exploitation of this natural wealth had just begun when war put a stop to operations. Besides the pine and oak there are many kinds of .cabinet woods that grow profusely on big areas in Mexico. It is stated that of the woods to be found in Mexico two-thirds are valuable for furniture and fine woodwork of all kinds, while all with a very few exceptions can be used as ordinary utility woods. In fact, at the present time many woods in Mexico which would bring very high prices if properly Introduced to the furniture

Section of Pine Forest of Mexico.

markets are now being used for railway ties and construction work. A brief description of some of the woodsfollows: The iapote mamay is a dark cinnamon brown and very much like walnut It has about the same grain as mahogany. It is capable of a very high polish and is no more difficult to work than walnut. The zapote chico, which belongs to the same family as the zapote mamay, is one of the finest woods in Mexico. It is of a clear, deep, reddish brown color and takes a very fine polish. It Is almost indestructible, for it will stand in fresh and salt water, mud, air and wet soil better than steel or Iron. On account of these valuable qualities it is now being used extensively for wharf building. The sea worm will not attack IJ. It is a very large tree, the trunk being generally 50 feet to the first limb. The zapotillo Colorado belongs to the same family as the two preceding woods. It is very dose grained and hard and takes an excellent polish. It has the grain of hickory but looks like a light colored oak. This tree often grows three feet in diameter and generally affords some fifty feet of trunk without knots. The zap- lo bianco is a beautiful white wqofL. with a alight yellowish tinge. It is very even in col ir and somewhat heavier than white ploe, but of much finer grain. It is an excellent wood tor inside house finishings. Palo maria very much resembles mahogany in color, grgin and weight. It is of a uniform light brown color. It stands wet well and is much esteemed by the people of the regions It is a large tree, being from fifty to one hundred feet to the first limb, with a trunk quite clear of knots. Red cedar is one of the best known woods in Mexico. It is of an exceedingly even color and fine grain, and is extensively used for making cigar boxes and lead pencils.< 'in Mexico it is also used for the construction of chests and bureaus, as the scent ,of

the cedar drives away moths and insects that destroy clothes. Maccaya resembles hickory very much ip color, grain, hardness and weight. It is used by the Indians for the manufacture of wagon stock. Palo Colorado is of a rich, light coffee color. It is a little heavier than mahogany and of a very close grain. It takes a Very high polish easily. This is a fine furniture wood. Coralillo is so called on account of the supposed resemblance of the color of the wood to coral. It is much the same as the palo Colorado in color and grain. It is also an excellent furniture wood and capable of a fine polish. , Granadilla is a kind of rosewood of a rich reddish brown color with seal brown markings in the form of wavy lines. It is hedvier and more compact than mahogany. It is one of the most promising of the undeveloped woods of Mexico. Gateado is one of the most peculiar woods in Mexico. It looks somewhat like rosewood, but is much heavier. Its chief beauty, and one iof the most beautiful of woods, consists in the curiously marked variations of colors which the grain of the wood presents. It is of a deep yellow color heavily marked with seal brown and light brown stripes of an Irregular form and size. All the wood requires to finish it is polish, for it has all the natural colors that are produced in most cases in the United States by the use of stains and fillings of different kinds. Balsamo is another of the good hardwoods of Mexico. It is light brown color with a grain like rosewood. It is of a solid color, makes good furniture lumber and would be excellent for hardwood house trimmings. Guapage is a very hard compact wood having the grain and density of Ironwood. It is very heavy and of a solid red color. It is capable of a high polish and would make excellent furniture wood.

Huisach resembles hickory in color, grain, weight and density. Thia Is one of the best general woods in Mexico. It is used In making carriages and wagons, and other things which require a combination of strength, polish and weight Jlcaco is like maple In grain, density and weight, but is slightly more reddish In color. Rabo de lagarto (alligator’s tall) is of a cinnamon brown, running often into a yellowish brown. On account of its even color, its easiness in working and its beautiful variegated grain this wood makes fine lumber for trimmings of all kinds, Including fancy panels. > . Campanlllo is of about the same grain and color as dark maple, but slightly lighter. It Is easily worked and, like rabo de lagarto, makes fine house trimmings, wainscoting, etc. Palo bianco Is of about the grain and density of red pine. It ranges In color from a brownish white to a deep cream color. On account of Its beautiful wavy grain it makes fine furniture and house trimmings. Palo de agua looks like white pine but Is very much finer In grain. It has a beautifully marked grain. On account of Its .being easily, worked it can be used to advantage In house trimmings and the back parts of furniture. Sombrerete Is another fine Mexican hardwood. It looks like checked maple, but It is slightly lighter In weight and darker In color. The wood has brown markings on a light background. It would be excellent for furniture.

MELTING POT OF SUFFRAGISTS

When the suffragists of America called tor “self-denial” contributions to the cause, melting pots like this one at Washington were hung up in many cities and they were rapidly filled with Obsolete jewelry of all descriptions tc. be melted and sold.

Tepesuchll is a beautiful wood to look at but is somewhat difficult to work on account of its uneven grain. It is about ns heavy as soft maple and has much the grain of hard maple. It is of a brownish yelllow in color. Jonote is almost as light as cork. It is used by the Mexicans for razor strops and rafts. It is from one to two feet thick. It is believed it would make excellent paper pulp, and on account of its rapid growth it could be planted for this purpose.

PARISIANS HAVE NEW FAD

Reading of Tongues Latest Thing In French Capital—Dangerous’to Stick It Out. Paris. —The latest fad among fashionable Parisians is having the tongue read. “Glossomancy,” as the new science is styled, is akin to chiromancy and graphology, and consists in having the character told by the shape and dimensions of the tongue. A long tongue shows frankness; a short one, dissimulation; a broad one, unreservedness; a narrow one, concentration. When the tongue is long and broad, it is a sign that itp owner is inclined tp gossiping; when it is long and narrow, that he is moderately frank and open. Those who possess a short and broad tongue are untruthful, and people should be careful of those whose tongues are short and narrow, for they are sly as well as bad-tempered. The new science makes sticking out the tongue not only bad-mannered but dangerous.

CAUGHT BY WAR IN EUROPE

Miss Julia Von L. Meyer, With Parents, Is Among Americans In Abroad Affected by War. New York. —Miss Julia von L. Meyer, the unmarried daughter of the former secretary of the navy and Mrs.

Miss Julia von L. Meyer.

George von L. Meyer, was caught by the war on the (jontinent, while touring Europe with her mother and father.

FIRES AT PHANTOM THIEF

New York State Banker Blows Big Hole In Wall Wherp His Shadow Had Been. Yonkers. —Awakening with a loud scream at 3:30 In the morning Mrs. Benjamin F. Barnes, wife of a Manhattan banker, who lives at 27 Union place, shook her husband from bls slumber and told him there was a burglar in the house. “I felt a hand or something on my face,'* she said. Grabbing a double-, barrelled shotgun, Mr. Barnes rushed into an adjoining roojn and fired both barrels at a moving figure. A big hole was torn in the wall, but the figure was unharmed. It was merely Barnes* shadow formed by the light shining through the wlndpw. The report of the gun aroused the neighborhood, but neighbors and police could find no sign that a burglar had been in the bouse.