Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 250, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 October 1915 — Page 2

The CZAR'S SPY

* * The Mystery of a Silent Love * *

by Chevalier WILLIAM LE QUEUX

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SYNOPSIS. —l2 Gordon Oran, Snin| aboard with Hornby. thn yacht Lola’s owner, sccklenlally mm a torn photograph of a young girl. That night the consul’s safe Is robbed. The police Snd that Hornby Is a fraud and the Lola's name a false one. In London Gregg la trapped nearly to hie death toy a termer servant. Ollnto. Visiting In Dumfries Gregg meets Muriel bwthcourt. Hornby appears and Muriel Introduces him as Martin WoodrofTe. her father’s friend. Gregg sees a copy of the torn photograph on the Lola and finds that the young girl Is Muriel's friend. WoodrofTe disappears. Gregg discovers the body of a murdered woman In Rannoch wood. The body disappears and in Its place 1* found the body Of Ollnto. Muriel and Gregg search Rannoch wood together. and find the body of Armlda, OlTnto’s wife. When the police go to the wood the body has disappeared. In London Gregg meets Ollnto. alive and well. Gregg traces the young girl of the torn photograph, and finds that ahe le Elms Heath, niece of Baron Oberg. who has taken her to Abo. Finland, and that ahe holds a secret affecting WoodrofTe. On his return to Rannoch Gregg finds the Lelthcourts fled from Hylton Chater. who had called there. He goes to Abo. and after a tilt with the police chief. Is conducted tc Kajana. where he finds Elma. Imprisoned. A surgical operation has made her deaf and dumb. He escapee with her. Pursuers overtaking them. Elma escapes tnto the forest and Gregg la taken to Abo. CHAPTER Xll—Continued. “The prisoner, your excellency, deslred to be brought here to you before being taken to Helsingfors. He eaid you would be aware of the facta.” “And so I am,” remarked Boranski. with a smile. "There is no conspiracy. Ton must at once release this gentleman and the other two prisoners.” "But, excellency, the governor general has issued orders for the prisoner's arrest and deportation to Helsingfors.” - . “That may be. But lam chief of police in Abo. and I release him.” The officer looked at me In such Mank astonishment that I could not resist smiling. “I am well aware of the reason of this Englishman’s visit to the North,” added Boranski. “More need not be said. Has the lady been arrested?” “No, your excellency. Every effort la being made to find her. Colonel Smirnoff baa already been relieved of bis post as governor of Kajana, and many of the guards are under arrest for oompUclty In the plot to allow the woman to escape.”

“Ah, yea. I see from the dispatches that a reward is offered for her recapture.” “The governor general is determined that ahe shall not escape.” remarked the other. “She Is probably hidden in the forest, somewhere or other.” “Of course. They are making a thorough search over every verst of it If she is there, she will most certainly be found.” “No doubt,” remarked Boranski, leaning back in hla padded chair and looking at me meaningly across the littered table. “And now I wish to speak to this Englishman privately, so please leave ns. Also inform the other two prisoners that they are at liberty.” "But your excellency does this upon his own responsibility,” he said anxiously. “Remember that I brought them to you under arrest” “And I release them entirely at my own discretion,” he said. “As chief of police of this province, I am permitted to use my jurisdiction, and I exercise It in this matter. You are at liberty to report that at Helsingfors, If you so desire, but I should suggest that you say nothing unless absolutely obliged—you understand?”

The manner in which Boranski spoke apparently decided my captor, for after a moment's hesitation he said, saluting:

“If that is really your wish, then I will obey." And he left. "Excellency!" exclaimed the chief of police, rising quickly and walking towards me as soon as the door was closed and we were alone, “you have had a rery narrow escape—very. I did my best to assist you. I succeeded ia bribing the water guards at Kajana in order that you might secure the lady's release. But it seems that just at the very moment when you were about to get away one of the guards turned informer and roused the governor of the castle, with the result that you all three nearly lost your lives. The whole matter has been reported to me officially, and.” he added with a grim smile, “my men are now everywhere for you.” “But why is Baron Oberg so extremely anxious to recapture Miss Heath r* I asked earnestly. “I have no idea,” was his reply. The secret orders from Helsingfors to me are to arrest her at all hasarda—alive or dead.” “Which means that the baron would not regret if she were dead," I remarked, In response to which be nodded in the affirmative. I told him of the faithful services of Felix, the Finlander, whereupon he said simply: ”1 told you that you might trust him implicitly.” -But now that you have shown yourself my Mend,” I said, -you will assist Miss Heath to escape this man. who desine to hold ;ber prisoner in that awful place? They are driving her will do my best,” he answered, ksd his head dubiously. -But

you must recollect that Baron Oberg la governor general of Finland, with all the powers of the exar himself.” "And if Elma Heath again falls into his unscrupulous hands, ahe wIU die,” I declared. "Ah!” he sighed, looking me straight In the face, “I swear that what you say is only too true. She evidently holda some secret which be fears ahe will reveal. He wishes to rearrest her in order —well —” he added in a low tone, "in order to close her lips. It would not be the first time that persons have been silenced in secret at Kajana. Many fatal accidents take place In that fortress, you know.”

CHAPTER XIII. “The Strangler.” Where was Elma? What was the cause of her Inexplicable disappearance into the gloomy forest while we had slept? I returned to the hotel where I had stayed on my arrival, a comfortable place called the Phoenix, and lunched alone. Both Felix, the Finn, and my host, the wood cutter, had received their douceurs and left, but to the last-named I had given instructions to return home at once and report by telegraph any news of my lost one. A thousand conflicting thoughts arose within me as 1 sat in that crowded aalle a manger filled with a gobbling crowd of the commercial men of Abo. I had. I recognised, now to deal with the most powerful man In that country, and I suffered a distinct disadvantage by being in Ignorance of the reason he held that sweet English girl a prisoner. The tragedy of the dastardly manner in which she had been willfully maimed caused my blood to boil within me. I had never believed that in this civilised twentieth century such things could be. Why she had disappeared without warning I was at loss to imagine, yet I could only surmise that her flight had been compulsory. Another very curious feature in the affair was the sudden manner in which Michael Boranski had exacted his power and influence In order to render me that service. There was, I felt convinced, some hidden motive In all that sudden and marked friendliness. That he really hbted the English I had seen plainly when we had first met, and I had only compelled him to serve me by presenting the order signed by the emperor, which made me his guest within the Russian dominions. Even that document did not account for the length he had gone to secure the release of the woman I now loved In secret. I could not bring myself to leave Finland, and allow Elma to fall into the clutches of that high official who so persistently sought her end. No. I would go to him and face him. I was anxious to see what manner of man was “The Strangler of Finland.” That same evening I left Abo, and traveled by rail to Helsingfors. At noon 1 descended from a drosky before a long, gray, massive building, over the big doorway of which was a large escutcheon bearing the Russian arms emblasoned in gold, and on entering where a sentry stood on either side, a colossal concierge in livery of bright blue and gold came forward to meet me.

Following his directions, I crossed a great, bare courtyard, and, ascending a wide stone staircase, was confronted by a servant, who took my card to Colonel Luganski, who be informed me was the baron’s private secretary. After ten minutes or so the man returned, saying: “The colonel will see you if you will please step this way,” and conducted me into the richly furnished private apartments of the palace, across a great hall filled with fine paintings, and then up a long, thickly carpeted passage to a small, elegant room, where a tall, baldheaded man in military uniform stood awaiting me. “Your name is M’sieur Gregg.” he exclaimed in very good French, “and I understand you desire audience of his excellency, the governor general. I regret, however, that he never gives audience to strangers." “The matter upon which I desire to see his excellency is of a purely private and confidential nature,” I said, for, used as I was to the ways of foreign officialdom, I spoke with the same firm courtesy as himself. “If I write the nature of my business arid inclose it in an envelope, will you then take it to him?” I suggested. He hesitated for a short time, twisting his mustache, and then replied with great reluctance: -Well, if you are so determined, you may write your business upon your card.” . ■ ” . I therefore took out one, and on the back in French: “To give information regarding Miss Elma Heath.” Ringing a bell, be handed it to the footman who appeared. The response cams ttk a few minutes.

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"His excellency will give audience to the English m'sleu” The apartment of the governor general was splendidly decorated, and in the center of the parquet floor, with his back to the light, was the thin, wiry figure of an elderly man In a funereal frock coat, la the lapel of which showed the red and yellow ribbon of the Order of St. Anne. His hands were behind hla back, and he stood purposely in such a position that when I entered I could not at first see his face against the strong, gray light behind. But when the footman had bowed and retired and we were alone, he turned slightly, and I then saw that his bony fact, with high cheek boqes, slight gray side whiskers, hard mouth and black eyes set closely together, was of one who could act without any compunction and without regret Truly one would not be surprised at any cruel, dastardly action of a man with such a sac face of an oppressor. “Well?” he snapped in French in a high-pitched voice. “You want to see me concerning that mad English girl? What picturesque lies do you intend to tell me concerning her?” “I have no intention of telling any untruths concerning her,” was my quick response, as I faced him unflinchingly. “She has told me sufficient to —”

His eyes met mine, and I saw by his drawn face and narrow brows that my words were causing him the utmost consternation. My object was to make him believe that I knew more than I

really did —to hold him In fear. In fact. “Perhaps the man whom some know as Hornby, or WoodrofTe, could tell an Interesting story,” I went on. “He will, no doubt, when he meets Elma Heath, and finds the terrible affliction of which she has been the victim." His thin, bony countenance waa bloodless, his mouth twitched and his gray brows contracted quickly. “I haven’t the least idea what you mean, my dear sir,” he stammered. “All that you say is entirely enigmatical to me. What have I to do with this mad Englishwoman’s affairs?” “Only that you knew her. Remember. baron, that your secret is mine,” I said in a clear voice full of meaning “Very well. You know better than myself,” he laughed. “The offense for which she was condemned to conflne-

He Turned Slightly. I Then Saw His Bony Face.

ment in a fortress was the attempted assassination of Madame VakurofT, wife of the general commanding the Uleaborg military division.” “Assassination!” I said. “Have you actually sent her to prison as a murderess?” “I have not. The criminal court of Abo did so.” he said dryly. “The offense has since been proved to have been the outcome of a political conspiracy, and the minister of the interior in Petersburg last week signed an order for the prisoner’s transportation to the island of Saghalien.” “Ah!” I remarked with set teeth. “Because you fear lest she shall write down your secret”

“You are insulting! . You evidently do not know what you are saying,” he exclaimed resentfully. “I know what I am saying quite well. You have requested her removal to Saghalien in order that the truth shall never be known. But, Baron Oberg,” I added with mock politeness, “you may do as you will, you may send Elma Heath to her grave, you may hold me prisoner if you dare, but there are still witnesses of your crime that will rise against you.” In an instant he went ghastly pale, and I knew that my shot had struck its mark. The man before me was guilty of some crime, but what it was only Elma herself could tell. “I merely wish to impress upon you the fact that I have not the slightest interest whatsoever in the person in question.” he said coldly. “You seem to have formed some romantic attachment towards this young woman who attempted to poison Madame Vakuroff, and to have succeeded in rescuing her from Kajana. You afterwards disregard the fact that you are liable to a long term of Imprisonment yourself, and actually have the audaetty to seek audience of iM and make all aorta of hints and suggestions that 1 ■ \ .

have field the woman a prisoner for my own ends!" “Not only do I repeat that, Baron Oberg,” I said quickly. “But I also allege that it was at your Instigation that In Siena the operation was performed upon the unfortunate girl which deprived her of speech and hearing.”

He laughed again, but uneasily, a forced laugh, and leaned against the edge of the big writing table near the window. "Well, what next?" be inquired, pretending to be Interested In my allegations. "What do you want of mo?” “I desire you to give Mademoiselle Heath her complete freedom,” 1 said. "But her future Is not in my hands. The minister in Petersburg has decreed her removal to Saghalien as a person dangerous to the state." “You have posed in England as the uncle or Elma Heath, and yet you here hold her a prisoner. For what reason?” I demanded. "She is held prisoner by the state — for conspiracy against Russian rule — not by herself personally.”

"Who enticed her here? Why, you, yourself. Who conspired to throw the guilt of this attempted murder of the general’s wife upon her? You —you, the man whom they call ‘The Strangler of Finland!’ But I will avenge the cruel and abominable affliction you have placed upon her. Her secret —your secret, Baron Oberg—shall be published to the world. You are her enemy—and therefore mine!" "Very well,” he growled between his teeth, advancing towards me threateningly, his fists clenched in his rage. “Recollect, m’sieur, that you have Insulted me. Recollect that 1 am governor general of Finland.” "If you were caar himself, I should not hesitate to denounce you as the tyrant and mutilator of a poor, defenseless woman."

“And to whom, pray, will you tell this romantic story of yours?" he laughed hoarsely. “To your prison walls below the lake of Kajana? Yes, M’sieur Gregg, you will go there, and once within the fortress you shall never again see the light of day. You threaten me —the governor general of Finland!” he laughed in a strange, high-pitched key as he threw himself into a chair and scribbled something rapidly upon paper, appending his signature in his small, crabbed handwriting. “I do not threaten,” I said in open defiance, “I shall act.” “And so shall I,” he said with an evil grin upon his bony face as he blotted what he had written and took it up, adding: “In the darkness and silence of your living tomb you can tell whatever strange stories you like concerning me. They are used to idiots where you are going," he added grimly. "Oh! And where am I going?” “Back to Kajana. This order consigns you to -confinement there as a dangerous political conspirator, as one who has threatened me—it consigns you to the cells below the lake—for life!”

I laughed aloud, and my hand sought my wallet, wherein was that all-pow-erful document —the order of the emperor which gave me, as an imperial guest, immunity from arrest 1 would produce it as my trump card. Next second, however, I held my breath, and I think I must have turned pale. My pocket was empty! My wallet, had been stolen! Entirely and helplessly t had fallen into the hands of the tyrant of the czar. We faced each other, and I looked straight into his gray, bony face, and answered in a tone of defiance: “Ah! you surely do not think that I, after ten years’ service in the British diplomatic service, would dare to come to Finland upon this quest—would dare to face the rotten and corrupt officialdom which Russia has placed within this country—without first taking some adequate precaution? No, baron. Therefore I defy you, and I leave Helsingfors tonight.” “You will not You are under arrest."

I laughed heartily and snapped my fingers, saying: “Before you give me over to your police, first telegraph to your minister of finance. Monsieur de Witte, and inquire of him who and what I am.” “I don’t understand you." “You have merely to send my name and description to the minister and ask for a reply," I said. “He will give you instructions —or, if you so desire, ask his majesty yourself.” "And why, pray, does his majesty concern himself about you?” he asked, at once puzzled. v “You will learn later, after I am confined in Kajana and your secret is known in Petersburg.” "What do you mean?” “I mean,” I said, “I mean that I have taken all the necessary steps to be forearmed against you. The day lam incarcerated by your order the whole truth will be known. 1 shall not be the sufferer —but yon will.”

My words, purposely enigmatical, misled him. He saw the drift of my argument, and being of course unaware of how much I knew, he was still in fear of me. My only uncertainty was of the actual fate of poor Elina. My wallet had been stolen-4with a purpose, without a doubt —for the thief had deprived me of that most important of all documents, the open sesame to every closed door, the ukase of the esar. “You defy me!” he said hoarsely, turning back to the window with the written order for my imprisonment as a political still in his hand. “But we shall see.” “You rule Finland,” I said in a hard tone, “hut you have no power over Gordon Gregg.”

”1 have power, and tntcad to anrl it” "For your own ruin,” I remarked with a self-confident smile. “The czat may be your patron, and yon his fa vorlte. but bis majesty has no toler ance of officials who are guilty of* what you are guilty of. You talk of arresting me!” I added with a smile "Why, you ought rather to go on your knees and beg my silence.” He went white with rage at my cutting sarcasm. He literally boiled orer, for he saw that I was quite cool and had no fear of him or of the terrible punishment to which he intended to consign me. Besides which, he was filled with wonder regarding the exact amount of information which Klma had imparted to me. "Arrest me if you like. Denounce me by means of any lie that arises to your lips, but remember that the truth is known beyond the confines of the Russian empire, and for that reason traces will be sought of me and full explanation demanded. I have taken precaution, Xavier Oberg,” I added, "therefore do your worst. I repeat again that I defy you!” He paced the big room, his thin, clawlike hands still clenched, his yellow teeth grinding, his dark, deep-set eyes fixed straight before him. If he had dared he would have struck me down at his feet. But he did not dare. - I saw too plainly that even though my wallet was gone I still held the trump card —that he feared me. I had led him to believe that I knew everything, and that his future was in my hands, while he, on his part, was anxious to hold me prisoner, and yet dared not do so.

The baron had halted, and was looking through one of the great windows down upon the courtyard below, where sentries were pacing. The palace was for him a gilded prison, for he dared not go out for a drive in one or other of the parks or for a row on the water across to Hogholmen or Dagero, being compelled to remain there for months without showing himself publicly. People in Abo had told me that when he did go out into the streets of Helsingfors it was at night, and he usually disguised himself in the uniform of a private soldier of the guard, thus escaping recognition by those who, driven to desperation by injustice, sought his life. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

NO REAL CAUSE FOR “BLUES"

Happiness and Unhappiness Always Irrational and Bpring From Trivial Things. Happiness and unhappiness are irrational. They are outside of theorising or philosophy. A trivial incident sends our spirits up or down. "Thinking backward” is how the Germans describe melancholia. The loneliness that is experienced in crowded places, and the yearning for days gone by or for far-off scenes creep unannounced into the heart. Real troubles do not kill the Joy of living. Catastrophe and hardship challenge the soul to combat, and there is a grim pleasure in meeting and grappling with adversity. The slumping of precious illusions, the chilling fogs of misunderstanding, jealousy, envy and self-pity pile up at times to obscure the vision. Illusions which are our playthings and our reasons to be alive no longer gleam and glisten. Drab reality supplants the radiant ideal. Every person has believed In his innermost mind that he had a monopoly of sorrow and tribulation. “No one so oppressed as I walks this earth,” complains the unsophisticated wayfarer. Fatalists there be who argue that no one is happier than anyone else and that he who goes down to the depths of woe is merely paying for his ascents to the pinnacles of bliss. —Detroit News.

Use Dormitory as Church.

Rev. B. G. O’Rourke, chaplain to the British forces who was captured with the British ambulance column during the retreat from Mons, In a letter to his brother at states that he is in camp at Magdeburg, occupying a room with British, French, Beljgian and Russian officers. > A dormitory has been fitted up as a church, which is a great novelty. At one end is the French Roman Catholic altar, at the other end is the British altar, on the third side is the Russian, and the fourth side is piled with beds. British, French and Russians use the church at different hours. “We had a meeting yesterday,” he adds, “to decide the fate of our communion vessels and brass cross, which will have a historic value. Some were for presenting them to St. Paul’s or some garrison church, but in the end they were presented to me for use la whatever church I serve.”

Birds, Cats and Dogs in War.

Bird and animal lovers have made an investigation of the effect upon both domestic and wild creatures of gunfire. especially heavy cannonading, says the Cologne correspondent of the Associated Press. They find that for two and sometimes three days the birds are terribly excited and fly back and forth in bewilderment, and that cats and dogs hide in the darkest places they can find. At the end of that time, however, their excitement subsides and they become absolutely impervious to the noise.

Robbery That Hurt.

When a thief drove ont of the town of Silverfield, Nev, with a team of horses belonging to Corley Jones, a mine owner, he took with him the only conveyance in the town. ;As a result. Jones was compelled to walk 38 miles over mountain and desert to aa> tify the sheriff.

ARMS AND THE GIRL

By FORBES DWIGHT.

Edward Frisby, sadly perturbed, mounted the steps of the Stanwoods' house and rang the bell. Of the maid, who opened the door for him, he asked so sharply if Miss Stanwood were in that the girl involuntarily stepped awiy from him. Presently Helen was standing there before him. "Why at this unseemly hour of the day, Ned?" she was asking. “I came to set my mind at rest,” said he. “I want you to tell me it isn't true —that you’re going to ride at the head of the procession as Joan of Arc tomorrow?” She tried to smile nonchalantly, blushed a little, and turned away her eyes. t “Yes, it’s true,” said she. “I wasn’t originally cast for that role, you understand. It was Alice Marr. But she’s ill. So they’ve asked me and 11-M »» ■ m—“Good heavens! Of course you can’t!” said he. „ , She made a wry little face. Also her right hand went out in a little impatient gesture. “Neddy, don’t be horrid,” she urged. “I’m not,” said he. “Why, goodness gracious, child, it would be — You’d have to be in armor, of course?” he broke off suddenly. “Of course,” she admitted with the faintest of addbd color. "Well, don’t,’’ said he. “For what specific reason?” she demanded.

“Because I ask It.” “That isn’t enough.” He frowned. “Isn’t it?” said he. “Then let me say, because, if you do persist—if you don’t think any more for me than that. I don’t think I’d better come here any more.” She looked at him wide-eyed for a moment. Then quietly she slipped off the ring on the third finger of her left hand and passed it to him. “As you like,” said she. “I shall be Jeanne d’Arc tomorrow.” Before he could remonstrate she was gone. She stepped past him and he heard her going very firmly up the stairs. He started to call after her, but instead he squared his shoulders and went out, and he did not close the front door quite as softly as was his wont.

He went to the club that night and to forget his troubles he plunged into a game of bridge with Norton and Babcock and old Colonel Haskins. He played later than he had meant to; also he played very badly. In consequence he overslept next morning, and he had an important appointment with a client at his office at 9:30 o’clock. ! It was after ten o’clock when he rushed downtown. Martial music gave him pause. Hand-clappings and cheers also greeted his ears. Of course, the parade. He started on, but at that moment the head of the parade came abreast him. Behind the band was a huge banner with the legend: * “VOTES FOR WOMEN.” And just back of that was a wonderful vision, a girl in flashing armor, trim and lithe and straight on a snowwhite horse. The shimmering helmet she carried in her hands, leaving her hair like spun gold gleaming in the morning sun. Frisby stood quite still while the rest of the procession passed. At the end was a handful of men, marching sturdily and looking very sheepish under the gibes that were hurled at them from their watching brothers on the curb. Frisby had quite forgotten that client at his office. All he thought of was that wonderful girl at the head of the procession on the snow-white horse.

He pushed through the crowd. In another moment he had joined those shame-faced, marching men at the end of the procession. Then he marched grimly, unmindful apparently that he was being invited to go home and wash the dishes and that he was being told In many falsetto voices how perfectly sweet he looked. There was a reviewing stand in front of the Women’s clubhouse. On the stand were various notables, men and women, and before it while the procession passed, the matchless Joan of Arc sat her white charger in her glittering armor. As the tail of the procession came along she caught sight of the Btandardbearer. She gasped in surprise. She said, “Edward!” very softly, but quite distinctly. Then, as the banner was dipped to her in salute, she bent her head and unloosed upon him the most dazzling smile imaginable. She had just reached home and run inside, and old William, their gardener, was holding the horse, when Frisby burst in. In his excitement he had even forgotten to ring- She started with an embarrassed little laugh to run upstairs (she was still in the armor), but he caught her in his arms. “Dearie,” he cried contritely, as he fished in'his pocket, “take off that tihi can of a gauntlet and- let me slip this back again, please. I was wrong- all wrong, as usual. Please let me put It back.” . “Oh, Neddy,” she laughed, “do look out. This armor is all covered over with sharp points. Be careful!” “IPs well worth being cut to pieces for,” he said with conviction, drawing her yet closer to him. (Copyright by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)