Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 59, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 March 1916 — Page 2

The THOUSANDTH WOMAN

Author of “SheAMALEUR QACKSMANr RAFFLES. Etc. __

BYNOPBIB. CUSMt 6ri tn* ateameV Kals«r Fritz, homeward bound from Australia, criea out tn hi* sleep that Henry Craven, who ten years before had ruined his father and himself, is dead, and finds that Hilton Toy*, who shares the stateroom with him. knows Craven and also Blanche Macnalr. a former neighbor and playmate. When the daily papers come aboard at Southampton Toye reads that Craven has been murdered and calls Caaalet’s dream second sight. He thinks of doing a little amateur detective work on the case himself. In the train to town they discuss the murder, which was committed at Caaalet’s old home. Toye hears from Cazalet that Scruton. who had been Cazalet’s friend and the scapegoat for Craven's dishonesty, has been released (torn prison. Cazalet goes down the river and meets Blanche. Toye also comes to see her and tells Cazalet that Scruton has been arrested, but as he doesn't bslleve the old clerk Is guilty he Is going to ferret out the murderer. Cazalet and Blanche go to Cazalet’s old home and meet Mr. Drinkwater of Scotland Yard. Casalet goes with PrlnkwaY*r to the library where the murder was committed, shows him a secret passage he knbw as a boy. and leads tne way through it. In town Toye. talking with Cazalet about the murder, suggests finger prints on the weapon found In the secret passage as a means of trapping the murderer and succeeds In securing a print of Cazalet’s £and. +

CHAPTER Vlll—Continued. Cazalet excused himself with decision. He had a full morning in front iof him. He was going to see Miss Macnair’s brother, son of the late head of his father's old firm of solicitors, and now one of the partners, to get them either to take up Scruton’s case themselves, or else to recommend a firm perhaps more accustomed to icrimlnal practice. Cazalet was always •apt to be elaborate in the first person singular, either in the past or in the future tense; but be was more so than usual In explaining his considered intentions 1q this matter that lay so very near his heart. _ “Going to see Scruton, too?" said Toye. “Not necessarily,” was the short reply. But it also was elaborated by Cazalet on a moment's consideration. The fact was that he wanted first to know if it were not possible, by the intervention of a really influential lawyer. to obtain the prisoner’s immediate release, at any rate on bail. If impossible, be might hesitate to force himself on Scruton in the prison, but he would see. "It’s a perfect scandal that he should be there at all,” said Cazalet, as be rose first and uahered Toye out into the lounge. “Only think: our old gardener saw him run out of the drive •at half past seven, when the gong went, when the real murderer must 'have been shivering in the MichaelAngelo cupboard, wondering how the devil he was ever going to get out again.” "Tiiien you think old man Craven — begging his poor pardon—was getting out some cigars when the man. whoever he was, came in and knocked him on the head?" Cazalet nodded vigorously. “That's the likeliest thing of all!" he cried. gong wrMtt—there may even have come a knock at the door —and there was that cupboard standing open at his elbow.” “With a hole In the floor that might have been made for him?” “As it happens, yes; he’d search every inch like a rat in a trap, you see; and there it was as I’d left it twenty years before." ' "Well, It’s a wonderful yarn! ” exclaimed Hilton Toye. and he lighted the cigar that Cazalet had given him. “I think it may be thought one if the police ever own how they made their find.” agreed Cazalet, laughing and looking at his watch. Toye had never beard him laugh so often. “By the way. Drinkwater doesn’t want any of all this to come out until he’s dragged his man before the beak again.”

"Which you mean to prevent?** "If only I can! 1 more or less promised not to talk, however, and I’m sure you won’t. You knew so much already, you may Just as well know the rest this week as well as next, if you donT mind keeping it to yourself." Nobody could have minded this particular embargo leas than Hilton Toye. He saw Cazalet off with a smile that was as yet merely puzzled, and not unfriendly until be had time to recall Miss Blanche’s part in the strange of the previous afternoon. Say, weren't they rather intimate. - those two. even if they had known each other all their lives? He bad it froraßlahobe (with her second refusal) that she was not. and never had been, engaged. And a fellow who only wrote to her once m a year—.still, they must have been darned intimate, and this funny affair would String them together again quicker than anything. Say, what a funny affair it was when ■ yon came to thing of it! Funny all through. it begtn■ing on board ship with that dream of Cazalet's about the murdered man, leading to all that talk of the old (grievance against him. and culminating in his actually finding the Implements of the crime in his inspired efforts to save the man of innocence be was go positive Say. if

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that Cazalet had not been on his way home from Australia at the time! Like man jTdeliberate speakerirToyer thought like lightning, and bad reached this point before he was a hundred yards from the hotel; then he thought of something else, and retraced his steps. He retraced them even to the table at which he had sat with Cazalet not very many minutes ago; the waiter was only jnow beginning to clear away. "Say, waiter, what have you done with the menu that was in that toastrack? There was something on It that we rather wanted to keep.” “I thought there was, sir,” said the English waiter at that admirable hotel. Toye, however, prepared to talk to him like an American uncle of Dutch extraction "You thought that, and you took it away?” “Not at all, sir. I ’appened to observe the other gentleman put the menu in his pocket, behind your back as you were getting up, because I passed a remark about it to the head waiter at the time!”

CHAPTER IX.

gr Fair Warning. it was much more than a map of the metropolis that Toye carried In his able head. He knew the right places for the right things. He gazed critically at his boots He was not so dead sure that he had struck the only man for boots. There had been a young fellow aboard the Kaiser Fritz, quite a little bit of a military blood, who had come aßhore in a pair of cloth tops that had rather unsettled Mr. Toye’s mind just on that one point. Captain Aylmer had said he would like to have Toye see his club any time he was passing and cared t® look in for lunch. He had said bo as though be would like it a great deal, and suddenly Toye had a mind to take him at his word right now. The idea began with those boots with cloth tops, but that was not all there was to it; there was something else that had been at the back of Toye’s mind all mornttrg, and ’ now took" charge in front Aylmer had talked some about a Jobin the war office that enabled him to lunch daily at„thfi. Jaag^_i)iil-.wlial„ML

job had been aboard a German steamer Toye did not know and was not the man to inquire. It was no business of his, anyway. Reference to a card, traded for his own in Southampton Water, and duly filed in his cigarettecase, reminded him of the Rag’s proper style and title. And there he was eventually entertained to a sound, workmanlike, rather expeditious meal. ‘‘Say, did you see the cemetery at Genoa?” suddenly inquired the visitor on their way back through the hall. A martial bust had been admired extravagantly before the question. “Never want to see it again, or Genoa either." said Captain Aylmer. “The smoking-room’s this way.” “Did you say you were there two days?” Toye was cutting his cigar as though it were a corn. “Two whole days, and we’d had a night in the Bay of Naples just before.” “Is that so? I only came aboard at Genoa. I guess I was wise,” added Toye, as though he was thinking of something else. There was no sort of feeling in his voice, but be was sucking his left thumb. “I say, youve cut yourself!” “I guess it’s nothing. Knife too suarp; please don’t worry* Captain Aylmer. I was going to say I only got on at Genoa, and they couldn’t give me a room to myself. I had to go in with Cazalet: that*s~lrow 1 saw so much of him.”

It was Toye’s third and separate independent attempt to introduce the name and fame of Cazalet as a natural topic of conversation —Twiee We host had listened with adamantine politeness; this time he was enjoying quite the second-best liqueur brandy to be had at the Rag; and he leaned back in his chair "You were rather impressed with him, weren’t you?” said Captain Aylmer. "Well, frankly. 1 wasn’t, but it may have been my fault." “I was only going to ask you one thing about Mr. Cazalet.” Toye said, “and I guess I’ve a reason for asking, though there’s no time to state it now. What did you think of him. Captain Aylmer, on the whole?” •■Ah, there you have me. ’On the whole’ is Just the difficulty.” said Aylmer. answerlng-the straight question readily enough. *T thought he was a very good chap as far as Naples, but after Genoa he was another being. I’ve sometimes wondered what happened in his three or four days ashore.” “Three or four, did you say?’* And at the last moment Toye would have played Wedding Guest to Aylmer’s Ancient Mariner. "Yes; you see. he knew these German boats waste a couple of days at Genoa, so he landed at Naples and did ~ •,*,.» -

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his Italy overland Rather a good idea I thought, especially as he said be had friends in Rome; but we never heard of ’em beforehand, and I should have let the whole thing strike me a bit sooner if I’d been Cazalet. Soon enough to -take a hand-bag and a toothbrush, eh? And I don’t think I should have run it quite so fine at Genoa, either. But there are rum birds In this world, and always will jMkglx— : Li—ji..... . ~ Toye felt one himself as he picked bis way through St. James’ square. If it had not been Just after lunch, he would have gone straight and had a cocktail, for of course he knew the only place for them. What "he did waß to slue round out of the Bquare, and to obtain for the asking, at another or<T'liaunt7“oh““Cbckspur^streelT _ "tse latest little time-table of continental trains. This he carried, not on foot but in a tail, to the Savoy Hotel, where it kept him busy in his own room for the best part of another hour But by that time Hilton Toye looked more than an hour older than on sitting down at his writing-table with pencil, paper and the little book of trains; he looked horrified, he looked distressed, and yet he looked crafty, determined and Immensely alive. He proceeded, however, to take some of the life out of himself, and to add still more to his apparent age. by repairing for more inward light to a Turkish bath Now the only Turkish bath, according to Hilton Toye’s somewhat exclusive code, was not even a hundred yards from Cazalet’s hotel; and there the visitor of the morning again presented himself before the afternoon; now merely a little worn, as a mav

"Did I Tell You I’d Any Friends There?”

will look after losing a stone an hour on a warm afternoon, and a bit blue again about the chin, which of course looked * little deeper and stronger on that account. Cazalet was not tn; his friend would wait and In fact waited over an hour in the little lounge. An evening paper 'wwn nffwnA-zn.hTnn; Jie took It listlessly, scarcely looked at it at ftEBLzJbeB tore it in his anxiety to find something he had quite forgotten—from the newspaper end. But he was waiting as stoically as before when Cazalet arrived in tremendous spirits. “Stop and dine!" he cried out at once. “Sorry I can’t; got to go and see somebody,” said Hilton Toye. “Then you must have a drink.” “No, I thank you.” said Toye, with the decisive courtesy of a total abstainer.

- “You look -as H-you wanted onei-you don’t look a bit lit.” said Cazalet, most kindly. “Nor am I. sir!” exclaimed Toye. **l guess London’s no place for me in the fall. Just as well, too, I Judge, since I’ve got to light out again straight away.” “You haven’t!" “Yes. sir. this very night. That's the wotst of a business that takes you to all the capitals of Europe in turn. It takes you so long to flit around that you never know when you ve got to start in again.” “Which capital is it this timer said Cazalet. His exuberant geniality had been dashed very visibly for the moment. But already his high spirits were reasserting themselves; indeed, a cynic with an ear might have caught the note of sudden consolation in the question that Cazalet asked so briskly “Got to go down to Rome.” said Toye, watching the effect of his words. “But you’ve Just come back from there!” Cazalet looked no worse than puzzled. “No. sir. I missed Rome out; that was my mistake, and here’s thiß situation been developing behind my back.” “What situation?”., “Oh. why. it wouldn’t interest you! But I’ve got to go down to Rome, whether I like it or not. and 1 don’t like it any. because I don’t have any friends there. And that’s what I’m doing right here. I was wondering if you’d do something for me. Cazalet?’ “If i can,” said Cazalet, “with pleasBut bis smiles were gone. * “| was wondering N Jf you d give me an introduction to those friends of yours in Rome!” There was a little pause, and Cazalet’s tongue Just showed between his lips, moistening them. It was at that moment the only touch of color la his 1 tell—J®u I’d any friends there?” . 1. The sound of his voice was perhaps kH torn tn.o puKled. himself chuckle as be sat looking up out of somber eyes. “Well, if you didn’t, be. " rues* 1 must have dreamed it" (TO BK CONTINUKD.J

LOSE 1,400 MEN OUT OF 1,500 IN ONE BATTALION

British Force is Almost CompleteAnnihilated in Battle in France. CORPORAL TELLS THE STORY English Gunners Aim Badly, Dropping Shells in Comrades’ Trenches, Which Become So Filled With Dead That Retirement Is All but Impossible. New York—lt is doubtful if Bince the beginning of the war there has come to New York a discharged soldier in any of the armies engaged, whose record of actions and experiences qualified him to give as clear Insight Into the great struggles as can CoYporal David Robinson Williams of the Second Royal rifles. Corporal Williams enlisted at the beginning of the war and served in some of the most important battles up to last August. During that time he suffered three serious wounds and finally was discharged after months of -suffering from gas poisoning. He has seen practically all there 1s to pee for the men of the ranks in the land fighting and he is able to tell a splendid and connected story of his part of the fighting. ..

Another factor in Mr. Williams’ ability to tell what he saw is that he served in the British army for three years up to 1902 and that his observations are those of a soldier w T ho knows the routine of army life and who Is interested in nothing but the real action of a war and has an idea about when his own commanders are doing well or 111 and what the caliber of the enemy is. In this connection it may be stated that he believes that the Germans can fight, that they have been guilty of some frightful atrocities and that among them are thousands of fellows who are heartsick of the war, not for lack of courage but because of supreme good sense. Incidentally some Germans he has met In conflict are as fine as any men he ever cares to meet.

Battle of the Aisne. Mr. Williams left New York, after working here for three years, on August 5, 1914, and after enlisting was sent to a mobilization camp on August 29. His regiment was immediately Bent to the front, and the first action they took part in was the battle of the Aisne. Mr. Williams was in Company C of the Third division of the Seventh brigade, and the sector in which they were stationed waß a mass of chalk bills and caves. For fourteen days after they made the trenches they wertz exposed to a drenching rain, and as there was evidence of confusion in the handling of the forces they remained hidden away from an Intermittent fire without advancing or taking definite action.

In the heaviest downpour of rain they would occasionally see Taubes floating high above them, making obg, serrations and since guns unsuited foF the work were turned upon them only one of the scores they saw was brought down. That one landed within two hundred feet of where Corporal Williams was stationed, and he saw It hum to ashes over the mangled crew, which fell with it. Soon after this incident the order to advance was given, with the arrival of re-enforcements, but the Wiltshire Fusileers and the Irish rifles could make no impression against the German position. They were confronted with a heavy Are and nearly three hundred men went out of action. On October 3 the Rifles altered their position and were ordered to Bethune. where they waited for re-enforcements and then advanced to Richebourg. It was here that Corporal Williams says he saw the first indication of the atrocitles which refugees at all points complained tearfully of- He and a party of soldiers came to a farmhouse as five German Uhlans left it. The party opened Are and killed all but one of the Uhlans, and upon entering the house fouirdayoTmgwomau who had been subjected to frightful atrocities for six days in the enforced presence of her aged mother.

Moved to Neuve Chapelle. The Rifles devoted two weeks to digging trenches in the village of Richebourg and then went to Neuve Chapelle and got into the hardest kind of a fight. They found trenches already dug for them as they had left trenches for others at Richebourg, and as they were exhausted they fully expected that a real rest awaited them. “We got no rest, though,” said Corpora! Williams. “As soon as it was dark we were put at work stringing barb wire entanglements—and the word passed around that the Germans , were making ready and that our observers had reported that we were to be attacked in force that night. It was October 26, and I have good cause to remember it. At ten o'clock the artillery fire began and it was clear at cnee that the Germans had the range on the first try. We could hear the screams in the reserve trench as the big shells exploded, and we were crazy to advance or be killed or something Inactivity becomes tprture in

the circumstances. Finally the range was shortened and the shells began dropping in the first trench, where I was. T saw a dozen men mangled by one about fifty feet from me and I was stunned myself. Right then the Germans stopped their artillery fire and charged. “Our regiment was commended afterward for the fight we put up in the next twenty-four houra. We drove back the Germans in hand to hand fighting three times, and "when the dawn of the third day came I looked about me and U seemed that everyone I knew lay dead or wounded. Of a battalion of 1,500 men Just 100 remained. I had not been wounded, although I had bayonet thrustß in my clothes and a neat round hole through my pine nonahaL. which. la a mighty flat built creation. "I afterward learned a great many of our men were killed by our own artillery, our observers having made a mistake in distance, with the result that scores of our own lyddite shells were thrown Into the trenches from the rear. Ts the men had known that there would have been all kinds of confusion, but as It wsb we were in a frenzy of excitement and viciousness and where shells came from or where they went was the least of our troubles. We were busy killing Germans individually. Piled High With Dead. “Well, we were told to retire, but the trenches were piled so high with the dead and badly wounded that we could not make our way through the intersectional trenches. I footed my way among the bodies of some of the finest boys I will ever know, and saw others gasping their last breath. There was nothing to do for them. “Even after the engagement two or three lyddite shells from our own artillery dropped into the outer end of the trench, and Captain Joe Davis, who later died next to me in action, saw them. He Jumped up and tried to get into communication with the artillery, but finding the wires ineffective dashed back, deliberately exposing himself to the Germans, and told the artillery chief that his range was short. “That Is the kind of men we had in the Rifles. When there was something to be done I never saw- a man sbii*k for an instant. “Well we were ordered, what was left of us, back to Richebourg, and that was another trick of fate which held us from death. Two days later we returned to the identical spot to find that two companies of men who had been there had been annihilated, with the exception of one man, Rodney McDermott. The Prussian guard had swept over in the night, and there were no re-enforcements to back the boys up. I knew how they must have waited for them, for we were always hearing of ‘relief,’ and it always seemed hours before it came. “We would be crouching in a trench, knowing from the observers’ reports that we were outnumbered twenty to one, and we would be told that the ‘relief’ was coming up within an hour. Two hours would pass and we all the time waiting for the creeping figures of the men of the re-enforcements to come into the dim light of the night. And then when they did come sneaking along In single file through the Jntersectlonal trenches it would be mighty good to hear the first one say, ‘Northumberland Fuslleers; have you been waiting long?’ Just silhouettes, but the most welcome shadows in the world.

Sent on a Scouting Trip. "I had an interesting experience at Neuve Chapelie on October 29. You have no idea how little a man in the ranks knows about what is going on arohnd him or whether his army Is doing well or ill. I was sent with three other men Into Neuve Chapelie to see if the Germans held it or what the situation was. The town was afire. We passed through the stretch where the big ‘Jack Johnsons’ were sending shells at a mistaken range and hurried along down into the outskirts of the

ACTIVE IN CAPITAL SOCIETY

Mrs. Gerald A. Johnson, wife of Lieutenant Johnson of the . United States marine corps, is one of the most active of the women in the army and navy coterie in Washington and has taken a large part in the social activities of the season. ’ wir;' ’•<* ■* » . r ■ __ . '

town. We saw some of the Wiltshire boys darting around among the buildings, and asked them if the allies had it. They didn’t know, but they said they had seen more Germans around shootlfig than should be permitted in a well captured town. They suggested that it was a good idea to sneak around for a while until we found out who the deuce had the toWn, anyway. We had an idea that the allied force* had the npper hand. “We were Concealed at the side of a deserted building when a big, tall German private came slowly along, looking about carefully and with gun ready for action. We were going to shoot him, but he saw us Just as we saw him, and he stood still undecidedly. We captured him and then were not sure what we had better-da jrilh. him. — He seemed to be altogether too decent a chap to kill somehow. We asked him who had the town, and he said he thought the Germans, but that he wouldn’t bet on it. He spoke perfect English, and after a bit said that he was sick of the war, but hated to be captured. "Anyhow, he allowed that he was the hungriest man in the German army. We gave him some Jelly and some bread and then decided to go back to our lines with him. He was Arthur Kn’echt of Elberfeld. a railway clerk and a mighty decent fellow. Ha talked of the German outrages and told us he had nothing to do with the act of any individuals and that the German army, was as a whole a ‘crackerjack’ and the best he had seen, bar none. He made us laugh. He surely thought little of the allied forces but less of war Itself. Indian Troops. Arrive. , “On November 3 the Ghurkas Sikhs arrived and although they wore the oddest looking set of soldiers I ever laid eyes on, they were welcome enough and showed up mighty well in action. . ' - •; •

“When we moved up to Hooge we had our first experience with trench mortars and hand grenades. I was a bomb man and it was here I received my worst wounds. We were advancing during a trench action and I, with a bomb carrier behind me, was following two men with bayonets, who Indicated where the bombs were to be thrown. I had just thrown one over a trench side when a shell burst near me and killed two men. It opened a great hole in my side and tore a strip out of my leg. I lay there for eight hours and woke up in the Lister institute, at Bethune, where I had been for two days. I stayed there a month and then returned to London for an operation. It was the end of Decernher and I did not get back into action until the following March. “But when I did get hack I saw some of the most terrible warfare I ever hope to know of. We first went to Kemmel, and- after a brief, but-al- - most pleasant, rest we took part in the fighting’at Hill No. 60, and let me state that it was terrible fighting. When we got to Kemmel, though, we found our first trench was less than thirty yards away from the German trenches, and the German lads kept throwing things over at us. They were Saxons, and they frequently lnquired why Anglo-Saxons and Saxons should fight. Then they would shout over and tell us not to get ‘fresh. They never took the initiative in throwing grenades, but when one was thrown over from our trenches they would throw back about ten to answer it. “It was a gruesome place to be, for there had been many charges and hundreds ‘ouTbetweenTHe lines.’’ -v~

WANTED GREEN IN SHIRT

McKee Wrecked Store Because Clerk Showed One With Orange Stripes. Pittsburgh, Pa. —“Lemme see something nifty in shirts —something with a classy green stripe,” said Dan McKee of Soho street, as he cruised into the men’s furnishing store of Emil da Bantis,lnWebsteravehue. Thelone clerk evidently did not notice all the specifications ■ of McKee’s order, and listlessly drew out at random the first box of shirts his hand touched. Picklng the top shirt out, he laid it befori McKee. - —’v... ■ ' “There’s something nice,” he began. "Oh, iw it? , ’ yeiled McKee.r— Things happened in rapid succession for a few minutes, during which the clerk ran for a policeman. A showcase was smashed and haberdashery strewn about the floor. “McKee,” asked Magistrate Sweeney at the hearing the next morning, “what on earth made you try to wreck that store?” “I asked for a green-striped shirt. Judge." “Well?” “And that fellow handed me a bright orange one.” “I see,” said Sweeney. “But I’ll have to make it thirty days."

WASHED FEET IN DISHPAN

One of the Grievances Raised by Woman,in Her Buit for Divorce. St. Louis.—Mrs. Elsie Vail Jn relating her domestic troubles to Circuit Judge Shields said that one of the things which displeased her was that her husband, George N. Vail, was to the habit bf washing his feet In the dishpan. When she objected, Mrs. Vail testified, Vail's mother, with whom the Vails were living, took her son’s part, and said that her son had alwavs washed his feet In the dishpan before his marriage.