Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 119, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 May 1915 — Page 2

DARK HOLLOW

SYNOPSIS. A cartons crowd of th* mysterious home of Judge Ostranoer. couaty judge and eccentric recluse followln* a veiled woman who h “ entrance through the gates of the high double barriers surrounding the pUc«. The woman has disappeared but the Jud*' is found In a cataleptic state. B«1A servant, appears In a dying condition explains to him what has occurred during his aetaure. CHAPTER ll—Continued. "Let me hear her description, your honor." The judge, who had withdrawn Into the shadow, considered for a moment, then said: "I cannot describe her features, for She was heavily veiled; neither can 1 describe her figure except to say that she is tall and slender. But her dress I remember. She wore purple; not an old woman’s purple, but a soft shade which did not take from her youth. The child did not seem to belong to her, though she held her tightly by the hand. In age it appeared to be about six—or that was the impression I received before —” The sergeant, who had been watching the speaker very closely, leaned forward with a hasty, inquiring glance expressive of something like consternation. Was the judge falling again into unconsciousness? No; for the eyes which had gone blank had turned his way again, and only a disconnected expression which fell from the judge’s lips showed that his mind had been wandering. *Tt*s not the same but another one; that’s all.” Inconsequent words, but the sergeant meent to remember them, for with their utterance a change passed over the judge, and his manner, which had been constrained and hurried during his attempted description, became at once more natural and therefore more courteous. "Do you think you can find her with such insufficient data? A woman dressed in purple, leading a little child r “Judge, I not only feel sure that I can find her, but I think she is found already. Do you remember the old Severn on the Rushville road? I beeve they call it an inn now, or some such fancy name." The judge sat quiet, but the sergeant. who dared not peer too closely, noticed a sudden constriction in the fingers of the hand with which his host fingered a paper cutter lying on the table between them. •‘The one where —” “I respect your hesitation, judge. Yea, the one run by the man you sentenced —’’ A gesture had stopped him. He waited respectfully for the judge’s next words. They came quickly and with stern and solemn emphasis. “For a hideous and wholly unprovoked crime. Why do you mention it and —and his tavern F* "Because of something I have lately heard in its connection. You know that the old house has been all made over since that time and run as a place of resort for automobilists in search of light refreshments. The proprietor's name is Yardley. We have nothing against him; the place is highly respectable. But it harbors a boarder, • permanent one, I believe, who has occasioned no little comment No one has ever seen her face; unless it is the landlord's wife. She has all her meals served tn her room, and when she goes out she wears the purple dress and purple veil you’ve been talking about Perhaps she's your visitor of today. Hadn't I better find out?" "Has she a child? Is she a mother?" "I haven't heard of any child, but Mrs. Yardley has seven.” The judge’s hand withdrew from the table and for an Instant the room was so quiet that you could hear some taroff clock ticking out the minutes. Then Judge Ostrander rose and in a peremptory tone said: , “Tomorrow. After you hear from me again. Make no move tonight Let me feel that all your energies are devoted to securing my privacy." The sergeant who had sprung to his feet at the same instant as the Judge, cast a last look about him, curiosity burning in his heart and a sort of desperate desire to get all he

could out of his present opportunity. For he felt absolutely sure that he would never be allowed to enter thia room again. But tiie arrangement of light was such aa to hold tn shadow all but the central portion of the room. With a sigh the sergeant dropped his eyes from the walls he could barely distinguish and, following Judge Ostrander's lead, passed with him under the torn folds of the curtain and through the narrow vestibule whose door was made of iron, into the room where, in a stronger blase of light than they had left, lay the body of the dead negro awaiting the last rites. Would the judge pass this body, or turn away from it toward a door leading front? The sergeant had come ta at the rear, but he greatly desired to go oat front, as thia would give him amah additional knowledge of the

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house. Unexpectedly to himself the judge’s intentions were in the direction of his own wishes. He was led front; and, entering an old-fashioned hall dimly lighted, passed a staircase and two closed doors, both of which gave him the impression of having been shut upon a past It had pleasured no one to revive in many years. Beyond. them was the great front door of 1 colonial style and workmanship, a fine specimen once, but greatly disfigured now by the bolts and ban which bad been added to it in satisfaction of the judge’s ideas of security. Many yean had passed since Judge Ostrander had played the host; but he had not lost a sense of its obligations. It was for him to shoot the bolts and lift the ban; but he went about it so clumsily and with such evident aversion to the task that the sergeant instinctively sprang to help him. "I shall miss Bela at every turn,” remarked the judge, turning with a sad smile as he finally pulled the door open. This is an unaccustomed effort for me. Excuse my awkwardness.” Something in his attitude, something in the way he lifted his hand to push back a fallen lock from his forehead, impressed itself upon the sergeant’s mind so vividly that he always remembered the judge as he appeared to him at that minute. Certainly there were but few men like him in the country, and none in his own town. Of a commanding personality by reason of his height, his features were of a cast to express bis mental attributes and enforce attention, and the incongruity between his dominating figure and the apprehensions which he displayed in these multiplied and extraordinary arrangements for personal security was forcible enough to arouse any man’s interest. The sergeant was so occupied by the mystery of tho man and the mystery Of the house that they had passed the first gate (which the judge had unlocked without much difficulty) before he realized that there still remained something of interest for him to see and to talk about later. The two dark openings on either side, raised questions which the most unimaginative mind would feel glad to hear explained. Ere the second gate swung open and he found himself again in the street he had built up more than one theory in explanation of this freak of parallel fences with the strip of gloom between. He would have felt the suggestion of the spot still more deeply had it been given him to see the anxious and hesitating figure which, immediately upon his departure entered this dark maze, and with feeling hands and cautious step wound its way from corner to corner —now stopping abruptly to listen, now shrinking from some imaginary presence—a shadow among shadows—till it stood again between the gates from which it had started.

CHAPTER 111. Across the Bridge. It was ten o'clock, not later, when the judge re-entered his front door, He was alone —absolutely alone, as he had never been since that night of long ago, when with the inner fence completed and the gates all locked, he turned to the great negro at his side and quietly said: “We are done with the world, Bela. Are you satisfied to share this solitude with me?" And Bela had replied: “Night and day, your honor. And when you are not here —when you are at court to bear it alone.” And now this faithful friend was dead, and it was he who must bear it atone —alone! How could he face it! He sought for no answer, nor did he allow himself to dwell for one minute on the thought There was something else he must do first—do this very night if possible. Taking down his hat from tW rack, he turned and went out again, thia time carefully locking the door behind him, also the first gate. But he stopped to listen before lifting his hand to the second one. f A sound of steady breathing, accompanied by a few impatient movements, came from the other side. A man was posted there within a foot of the gate. Noiselessly the judge recoiled and made his way around to the other set of gates. Here all was quiet enough, and. sliding quickly out, he cast a haaty glance up and down the lane, and, seeing nothing more alarming than the back of a second officer lounging at the corner, pulled the gate quietly to and locked It. He was well down the road toward the ravine before the officer turned. The time has now come for giving yon a clearer idea of this especial neighborhood. Judge Ostrander’s house, situated <at the juncture of an unimportant road with the main highway, had in its rear three small houses, two of them let and one still unrented. Farther on, but on the opposite side of the way, stood a very old dwelling, in which there lived and presumably worked a solitary woman, the sole and final survivor of a large family. Beyond was the ravine, cutting across the road and terminating it This ravine merits some description.

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It was a picturesque addition to the town through which it cut at the point of greatest activity. With the various bridges connecting the residence portion with the lower business streets we have nothing to do. But there was a nearer one, of which the demands of this story necessitate a clear presentation. This bridge was called Long, and spanned the ravine and its shallow stream of water not a quarter of a mile below the short road or lane we have just seen Judge Ostrander enter. Between it and this lane, a narrow path ran amid the trees and bushes bordering the ravine. This path was seldom used, but when it was it acted as a short cut to a certain part of the town mostly given over to factories. Indeed the road of which this bridge formed a part was called Factory on this account. Starting from the main highway a half-mile or so below Ostrander lane, it ran diagonally back to the bridge, where it received a turn

Cast a Hasty Glance Up and Down the Lane.

which sent it south and east again toward the lower town. A high bluff rose at this point which made the farther side of the ravine much more imposing than the one on the near side, where the slope was gradual. This path, and even the bridge itself, were almost wholly unlighted. They were seldom used at night—seldom used at any time. But it was by this route the judge elected to go into town; not for the pleasure of the walk, as was very apparent from the ex. treme depression of his manner, but from some inward necessity which drove him on, against his wishes, possibly against his secret misgivings. He had met no one in his short walk down the lane, but for all that he paused before entering the path just mentioned, to glance back and see If he were being watched or followed. When satisfied that he was not he looked up from the solitary waste where he stood, to the cheerless heavens and sighed; then forward into the mass of Impenetrable shadow that he must yet traverse and shuddered as many another had shuddered ere beginning this walk. For it was near the end of this path, in full sight of the bridge he must cross, that his friend, Algernon Etheridge, had been set upon and murdered so many years before; and the shadow of this ancient crime still lingered over the spot Determined not to stop or to cast one faltering look to right or left, be hurried on with his eyes fixed upon the ground and every nerve braced to resist the Influence of the place and its undying memories. But with the striking of his foot against the boards of the bridge nature was too much for him, and his resolve vanished. Instead of hastening on he stopped, and, having stopped, paused long enough to take in all the features of the scene and any changes which time might have wrought. He even forced his shrinking eyes to turn and gaze upon the exact spot where his beloved Algernon had been found, with his sightless eyes turned to the sky. This latter place, singular In that It lay open to the opposite bank without the mask of bush or tree to hide it. was In immediate proximity to the end of the bridge he had attempted to cross. It bore the’name of Dark Hollow, and hollow and dark it looked in the universal gloom. But the power of its associations was upon him, and before he knew it he was retracing his steps as though drawn by a magnetism he could not resist, till he stood within this hollow and possibly on the very foot of ground from the mere memory of which he had recoiled for years. A moment of contemplation—a sigh, such as only escapes the bursting heart in moments of extreme grief or desolaMirn and ha tore his eyes from the

ground to raise them slowly but with deep meaning, to something which rose from the brow of the hill in stark and curious outline not explainable in Itself, but clear enough to one who had seen its shape by daylight Judge Ostrander had thus seen it many times in the past, and knew just where to look for the one remaining chimney and solitary gable of a house struck many years before by lightning and left a grinning shell to mock the eye of all who walked this path or crossed this bridge. Black amid blackness, with just the contrast of its straight lines to the curve of natural objects about it,‘it commanded the bluff, summoning up memories of an evil race cut short in a moment by an outraged Providence, and Judge Ostrander, marking it, found himself muttering aloud as he dragged himself slowly away: “Why should Time, so destructive elsewhere, leave one stone upon another of this accursed ruin?” When he had reached the middle of the bridge he stopped short to look back at Dark Hollow and utter in a smothered groan, which would not be repressed, a name which by all the rights of the spot should have been Algernon’s, but was not. The utterance of this name seemed to startle him, for, with a shuddering look around, he hastily traversed the rest of the bridge and took the turn about the hill to where Factory road branched off toward the town. Here he stopped again and for the first time revealed the true nature of his destipation. For when he moved on again it was to take the road along the bluff, and not the one leading directly into town. This mean a speedy passing by the lightning-struck house. He knew, of course, and evidently shrank from the ordeal, for once up the hill and on the level stretch above, he resolutely forbore to cast a glance at its dilapidated fence and decayed gate posts. Had he not done this —had bis eyes followed the long line of the path leading from these toppling posts to the face of the ruin, he would have been witness to a strange sight. For gleaming through the demolished heart of It—between the chimney on the one side and the broken line of the gable on the other—could be seen the halfcircle of the moon suddenly released frpm the cloude which had hitherto enshrouded it A weird sight, to be seen only when all conditions favored. It was to be seen here tonight; but the judge’s eye was bent another way, and he passed on, unnoting. The ground was high along this bluff; almost fifty feet above the level df the city upon which he had just turned his back. Of stony formation and much exposed to the elements, it had been considered an undesirable site by builders, and not a house was to be seen between the broken shell of the one he had just left, and the loug, low, brilliantly illuminated structure ahead, for which he was evidently making. The pant of a dozen motors, the shouting of various farewells and then the sudden rushing forth of a long line of automobiles proclaimed that the fete of the day was about over and that peace and order would soon prevail again in Claymore inn. Without waiting for the final one to pass, the judge slid around to the rear and peered In at the kitchen door. Three women were at work in this busiest of scenes, and the three women’s heads came simultaneously together. There was reason for their whispers. His figure, his head, his face were all unusual, and at that moment highly expressive, and coming as he did out of the darkness, his presence had an uncanny effect upon their simple minds. They had been laughing before; they ceased to laugh now. Why? (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Not Taught to Spell In Austria.

The search tor information on the pronunciation of some of the strangely spelled towns involved in the European situation has brought some facts that throw light on the public policies pursued by the Austrians towards those subject to them. In this city, lately, a well appearing, well-to-do subject of Austria-Hungary was approached by a man who wanted some of these jawbreaking words pronounced for him. The Austrian did not seem to be an ignorant man. He spoke good English, but he confessed that he could give no help. "I might recognise the name of, the town if I heard It spoken,” he said, "but I cannot identify it by the spelling. You see, we are not taught to spell at home, and I know nothing that will help.”—Philadelphia Record.

"Noblesse Oblige."

None of us have a right to look with contempt upon those who have received less than oarselves. The old motto of chivalry, "noblesse oblige," should be the motto ot all who by money or social position or some special talent have an advantage over their fellows. Those who acknowledge the obligation thereby prove their nobility.

ARROU ND the DEAD SEA

1 RECENTLY spent a week upon the Dead sea, that historic but little known sheet of water in Palestine, in a motor boat, writes Harold J. Shepstone in the Quiver. Starting at the northern end of the sea, we skirted along the western shore, visiting Engedi, Masada, the great salt cave at Jebel Usdum, explored the wonderful gorges, and tramped over the delightful little fertile oases that dot its banks, and then up the eastern shore to our starting point. The Dead sea is some forty-seven miles long and about ten miles wide at its greatest breadth. Curiously enough, it lies no less than 1,300 feet below the level of the Mediterranean. Many ridiculous stories are told about this sheet of water, even in Palestine itself. For instance, people will tell you in Jerusalem that it is impossible to swim in its waters, and that no animals or vegetables can exist near its shores. While it is true that fish cannot live in the lake, birds may frequently be seen, in certain places, flying over its surface. As for swimming, the excessive buoyancy of the water merely renders it difficult to make much headway, but swimming is both feasible and refreshing, Among the party on our vessel there were several who could not swim, yet in the evening they often ventured into the water and floated on their backs. What one has to be careful about is not to get the water into the eyes. Sea Increasing in Size. It has generally been believed that this famous inland sea is decreasing in size, but the reverse is the case. Some twenty ydars ago there was a small island about half a n\ile from the north shore. This has now entirely disappeared; whilst on the west, east, and south shores evidences of the encroachment of the waters upon 'the land were noticeable in the presence of partially submerged forests of large trees still standing in the death-dealing waters.

In circumnavigating the lake four or five very fertile little plains, abundantly well watered, and capable of untold development, were discovered. They are so hot and so well watered that as soon as one crop is harvested another can be put in, it not being necessary to wait for seasons or sunshine. The choicest grapes and other fruit can be gathered several times a year. A harvest of millet can be gathered in two or three months at almost any period of the year.

Sailing from the northern end of the lake, Engedi, on the west side, was our first stopping place. This must have been a little paradise In the time of Solomon, and is frequently mentioned in the Old Testament. The name Engedi (the spring of the wild goat, ibex) evidently was given to it because these creatures came here for the water. The cliffs rise to a height of 1,900 feet, and the crags, no doubt, afforded a natural home for them. Fortress of Masada. About ten miles south of Engedi la the peerless natural fortress of Masada (Sebbeh), first fortified by the Maccabees, then used as a place of refuge by Herod, and finally immortalized by the flight thither and stand made by the Sicarii, or Zealots —when the country was subjugated by Titus —in the vain hope of escaping enslavement by the Romans. The which is 1,700 feet above the sea, has steep sides at an angle of about 75 degrees, and cannot be approached except from a connecting neck,.called the Serpentine, at the southwestern angle. It was at this point that the besiegers concentrated their forces. A more Inhospitable place, or one more disadvan-

GORGE OF THE RIVER ARNON

tageous to besiegers, could not-t>e imagined. Here was extinguished the last spark of Jewish Independence. An eight-mile journey along the coast from here, and Jebel Usdum comes into view. This is nothing less than a mountain of rock salt, six miles long, rising at one point to a height of 500 feet. In this mountain is a large cave which was explored to the extent of about two hundred -yards. It is dimly lighted up to this point by a natural shaft in the rock, salt, which admits the sunlight from above. The shaft is 80 feet high and 20 feet in diameter. From the ceiling of this cave hang great snow-white stalactites, very salty and bitter to the taste. The approach to this mountain presents most fantastic appearances of walls, buttreasee, parapets, projecting towers, etc, caused by the stratification and lay of the salt bowlders. Canyon* of Palestine. Going northward, the magnificent gorge of the river Arnon was reached. This certainly contains the flnest natural scenery in Palestine. The sides of the canyon rise perpendicularly about three hundred feet, and are only about two hundred feet apart, here overhanging, there overlapping or dovetailing into one another, as though this mighty mass had been violently rent asunder to allow the seething stream of the Arnon, with its cascades and whirlpools, access to the sea. The gorge was explored for a distance of half a mile, probably farther than anyone had before penetrated. Here one is afforded a striking picture of the difference between the western and the eastern sides of this wonderful sheet of water. The cliffs along the former are of limestone, while those on the eastern shore are of sandstone of exquisite hues. Words cannot describe, nor can the painter depict, much Jess the camera portray, the exhaustless variety and beauty of the veining and tracery in the richly shaded sandstone forming the cliffs of this wonderful gorge. About eight miles farther north He the hot baths of Callirhoe. Here Herod came, when stricken with his last sickness, in the hope of finding that recovery which he sought in vain, and here the remains of his buildings can be seen. Several miles higher up lies the castle of Machaerus, where John the Baptist was beheaded. This is evidently a very volcanic region. From great clefts In the mountain-sides, where one can distinctly hear the bubbling of the flowing hot waters, clouds of steam rise up. The Zerka—a stream almost as great as the Arnon, and amidst surroundings of much the same character, but having a small plain on the seashore that might very well be cultivated —flows into the sea some fifteen minutes’ journey farther north from Callirhoe. Here, as elsewhere, th* wild oleander, with Its beautiful pink flower. Is abundant, also the reed, with it* feathery tuft or bloom, “shaken by the wind,” and referred to by Christ; also the willow, the tamarisk, and the "gharaf,” a pretty-looking wild fruit much like a cherry, as well as that strange plant, the apple of Sodom. This, though looking like a beautiful fruit, collapses at the touch, and contains nothing but a little smoke-like dust and some silk-like fiber. Mount Nebo, from which Moses viewed the Promised Land, is about opposite the ncrth end of the sea, on the tablelands, and Medaba about ten miles Inland, in a straight line. Between Medaba and Kerak, before crossing the River Arnon, lies the ancient Dibon, where was discovered the historic Moabite Stone.