Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 68, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 March 1916 — Page 3

The THOUSANDTH WOMAN

Audhor of TSheAMATEUR CRACKSMAN, men p<i p+r ILLUSTRATIONS* to- o. IRWIN MYERS

CHAPTER XlV—Continued. -13Toy® cocked his head at both question and answer, but inclined it quickly as Cazalet turned to him before proceeding. "I went in and found- Henry Craven lying in his blood. That’s gospel—lt was eo I found him —lying just where he had fallen in a heap out of the leather chair at' his desk. The top drawer of his desk was open, the key in it and the ijest of the bunch still swinging! A revolver lay as It had dropped upon the desk —It had upset the ink—and there were cartridges lying loose In the open drawer, and the revolver was loaded. I swept it back into the drawer, turned the key and removed it with the bunch. But there was something else on the desk—that silver-mounted truncheon —and a man’s cap was lying on the floor. I picked them both up. My first inatiaetr 1 confess lt, was to re-

move every sign of manslaughter and to leave the scene to be reconstructed into one of accident—seizure —anything but what it was!” He paused as if waiting for a question. None was asked. Toye’s mouth might have been sewn up, his eyes were like hatpins driven into his head. The other two simply Btared. “It was a mad idea, but I had gone mad,” continued Cazalet; “I had hated the .victim alive, and it couldn’t change me that he was dead or dying; that didn’t make him a white man, and neither did It necessarily blacken the poor devil who had probably suffered from him like the rest of us and only struck him down in selfdefense. The revolver on the desk made that pretty plain. It was out of the way, but now I saw blood all over the desk as well; it was soaking into the blotter, and it knocked the bottom out of my idea. What was to be done? I had meddled already; how could I give the alarm without giving myself away to that extent, and God knows how much further? The most awful moment of the lot came aB I hesitated —the dinner-gong went off in the hall outside the door! I remember watching the thing on the floor to see if It would move. “Then Most my head —absolutely, t turned the key in the door, to give myself a few seconds' grace or start; it reminded me of the key's in my hands. One of them was one of those little round bramab keys.. It seemed familiar to me even after so many years. I looked up, and there was my father’s Michael Angelo closet, with its little, round bramah .keyhole. I opened it as the outer door was knocked at and then tried. ' But my mad instinct of altering every pos : sible appearance, to mislead the police, stuck to me to the last. And I took the man’s watch and chain into the closet with me, as well as the cap and truncheon that I had picked up before.

"I don’t know how long I was above ground, so to speak, but one of my father’s objects had been to make his retreat sound-tight, and I could scarcely hear what was going on in the room. That encouraged me; and two of you don’t need telling how I got out through the foundations, because you know all about the hole I made myself as a boy in the floor under the oilcloth. It took some finding with single matches; but the fear of your neck gives you eyes In your fingerends, and gimlets, too, by Jove! The worst part was getting out -at the other end, into the cellars; there were heapß of empty bottles to move, one by one, before there was room to open the manhole door and to squirm out over the slab; and I thought they like a peal of bells, but I put them all back again, and apparently . . nobody overheard in the scullery “The big dog barked at me like blazes —he did again the other day—but nobody seemed to hear him either. I got to my boat, tipped a fellow on the tbwing path to take It back and pay for it —why haven't the police got hold of him? —and ran down to the bridge over the weir. I stopped a big

car with a smart shaver smoking his pipe at the wheel. I should have thought he’d have come forward for the reward that was put up; hut I pretended I was late for dinner I had in town, and I let him drop me at the Grand Hotel. He cost me a fiver, but 1 had on a waistcoat lined with notes, and I'd more than five minutes in hand at Charing Cross. If you want to know, it waß the time in hand that gave me the whole idea, of doubling hack to Genoa; I must have been halfway up to Sown before I thought of It!” He had told the whole thing as he always could tell an actual experience; that was one reason why it rang 00 true to one listener at every point. But the sick man’s sunken eyes bad advanced from their sockets ln . cumulative amazement. And Hilton Toye laughed shortly when the end was reached. J •‘You figure some on oUr credulity!" was bis first comment. “I don't figure on anything from you, Toye, exoept a pair of handcuffs as a first iastaflm—lT**

by ERNEST W. HORNUNG

Toye rose in prompt acceptance of the challenge. “Seriously. Cazalet, you ask us to believe that you did all this to screen a man you didn't have time to recognize?” “I’ve told you the facts.” “Well, I guess you’d better tell them to the police.” Toye took his hat and stick. Scruton was struggling from his chair. Blanche stood petrified, a dove under a serpent’s spell, as Toye made her a sardonic bow from the landing door, "You broke your side of the contract, Miss Blanche! I guess It’s up to me to complete.” “Wait!” It was Scruton’s raven croak; he had tottered to his feet. ‘‘Sure,’’ said Toye, “if you’ve anything you want to say as an interested party.” “Only this—he’s told the truth!” "Well, can he prove it?” “I don’t know,” said Scruton. “But I can!” Z ;

“You?” Blanche chimed in there. “Yes. I’d like that drink first, if you don’t mind, Cazalet.” It was Blanche who got it for him. In an instant. “Thank you! I’d say more if my blessing was worth having—-but here’s something that is. Listen to this, you American gentleman: I was the man who wrote to him in Naples. Leave it at that a minute; it was my second letter to him; the first was to Australia, in answer to one from him. It was the full history of my downfall. I got a warder to smuggle it out. That letter was my one chance.” “I know it by heart,” said Cazalet “It was that and nothing else that made me leave before the shearing.” “To meet me when I came out!” Scruton explained in a hoarse whisper. “To —to keep me from going straight to that man, as I’d told him I should In my first letter! But you can’t hit these things off to the day or the week; he’d tpld me where to write to him on his voyage, and I wrote to Naples, but that letter did not get

“You Broke Your Side of the Contract, Miss Blanche.”

smuggled out. My warder friend had got the sack. I had to put what I’d got to say so that you could read it two ways. So I told you, Cazalet, I was going straight up the river for a row ■ —and you can pronounce that two ways. And I said I hoped I shouldn’t break a scull—but there’s another way of spelling that, and it was the other way I meant!" He chuckled grimly. “1 wanted you to lie low and let me lie low If that happened. I wanted Just one man in the world to know I’d done it. But that’s how we came to miss each other, for you timed it to a tick, if you hadn’t i misread me about the river.” He drank again, stood straighter and found a fuller voice. "Yet I never meant to do it unless he mpde me, and at the back of my brain 1 never thought he would. I thought he’d do something for me. after all he’d done before! Shall I tett you-what fee-did?” “Got oht his revolver!” cried Cazalet in a voice that was his own justification as well.

“Pretending it was going to be his check-book!” said Scruton,-throughhis teeth. "But I heard him trying to cock it inside his drawer. There his special constable's truncheon hanging on the wall —silver mounted, for all the world to know how he’d stood up for law and order in the sight of men! i tell you it was a joy to feel the weight of that truncheon, and to see the hero of Trafalgar Square fumbling with a thing he didn’t understand! I hit him as hard as God would let me —and the rest you know that 1 nearly did trip over the man who swore it was broad daylight at the time!” -? He tottered to the folding-doors, and stood there a moment, pointing to terribly as his dreadful face. V••No —the rest you did—the rest you did to save what wasn’t worth saving! Byt—l think—l’ll hold out long enough to thank you—just a Utile!" He was gone with a gibbering smlie. Cazalet turned straight to Toys at

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the other door. “Well? Aren’t you going too? You were near enough you see! I’m an accessory all right”— he dropped his voice—“but I’d be prinetpal if I oould Instead of him!”— 4. — But Toye had come back into the room, twinkling with triuqigji, even nibbing his hands. “You didn't see? Yoi} didn’t see? ,1 never meant to go at all; ft wAa a bit of bluff to make him own up, and it did, too, bully!” The couple gasped. “You mean to tell me,” cried Cazalet, “that you believed my story all the time?” "Why, I didn’t a moment’s doubt about it!” ■ Cazalet drew away from the chuckling creature and his crafty glee. But Blanche came forward and held out her band. “Will you forgive me, Mr. Toye?” “Sure, If I had anything to forgive. It’s the other way around, I guess, and about time I did something to help.” He edged up to the foldingdoor. “This is a two-man job, Cazalet, the way I make it out. Guess It’s my watch on deck!" “The other’s the way to the police station,” said Cazalet densely. Toye turned solemn on the word. “It’s the way to hell, if Miss Blanche will forgive ine! This is more like the other place, thanks to you folks. Guess I’ll leave the angels In charge!” Angelic or not, the pair were alone at last; and through the doors they heard a quavering croak of welcome to the rather human god from the American machine. “I’m afraid he’ll never go back with you to the bush,” whispered Blanche, “Scruton?” “Yes.” “I’m afraid, too. But I wanted to take somebody else out, too. I was trying to say so over a week ago, when we were talking about old Venus Potts. Blanchie, will you come?” (THE END )

ONE ON THE FLOORWALKER

Presumably He Knew Duties of His Position, But He Was Not Proficient In Spelling. The worst thing about the following Is that it is true, and what’s more, that It happened in one of Pittsburgh’s stores. ’ * The girl, stylishly attired, stepped up to the still more stylishly-attired floorwalker and Inquired where she would find the chiffon. The floorwalker consulted a notebook. Her surprise came when he gravely told her that they did not keep chiffon. “Why!” she gasped, “you cannot possibly mean that,” In her eagerness she stepped closer to the stylishly-attired man than Eleanor Gale says a stylishly-attired woman should.' sad looked over his shoulder at the notebook. “Oh! 1 see.” she said, flatly, as she moved off to ask the girl at the glove counter about the chiffons. The »nan had been looking under the s’s. —Baltimore Star.

Trapping Partridges.

How partridges are trapped in Virginia and Worth Carolina, in the winter, is described as follows: ▲ net measuring from 16 to 30 feet, and about eight inches high, is put down with stanchions; horizontally m the center is an opening similar to the hoop nets for fishing; the opening in the net is cone-shaped, diminishing in size. The netter mounts a horse and startß at the distant side of the field, riding in a walk Dackward and forward, his objective point being iue net. If he encounters a bunch of birds they will run before the horse. He then begins to so direct his horse as to drive them to the net, being always careful not lo flush them. When he reaches the net the birds discover the opening and enter, the whole process being similar to driving sheep into a pen. When the birds are safe the netter dismounts and secures his game.

Food by Proxy.

Most of us know some particular food or drink, the desire for wbieb 4a stimulated in us by reading about it. But the writing must be skillful, or if not skillful, artlessly good. The cruder method of the stage produces the same effect; all suiqWs have experienced the almost 'Overwhelming desire to smoke which comes upon them when someone lights a cigarette on the stage; these strange and rapid restaurant meals of the fashionable theater, when a party sits down at a table and is whirled through six courses In ahout five minutes, surrounded by champagne bottles in ice buckets and trays of liquors, have an absurdly exciting effect. •

Not a Nation of Singers.

In this country, though we have pro- 1 duced many fine voices, we have never become a nation of singers. There are, it Ib true, in most of the leading citlea, choral societies, but the singing of large groups of people is comparatively uncommon among us. Here ii a matter for regret, for among all large bodies of singers where there has been more or less training the effect is beautiful and inspiring. In fact, there are few things in music more impressive than the singing of hundreds of voices.

Throttling a Scourge.

Prediction is made by government health officials that in a few mors years typhoid fever will be almost as rare as smallpox. This prophecy .M based on the rapidly increasing use of the^vaccweand consequent Immunization of entire localities from the die-

SAYINGS OF A SOUR CYNIC

There are things that one never does more than once—such as loving "an forgiving a woman and meeting a Zeppelin bomb. They say a man’s love is lived, but it has never been conclusively proved whether It is tlje man’s nature or v\oaian’s natqre which Is responsible. A hero of a magazine story is described as “Sitting in the car as one dazed, bis fingers groping blindly for the clutch.” We suppose his feet were numb, or perhaps he hadn't-shy-It is as hard for a woman to understand how a man can leave off loving her as it is for other women to understand how he ever loved her at all. “Truth is stranger than fiction.” Perhaps that ts why Bcandal is generally so much more interesting than “confidences.” Qne has to invest the whole interest of fine’s mind and heart and body in the business of living if one really wants to make a success of it. t **’ People need know nothing as long as they don’t know they know nothing, for once they know nothing they get to know something. Love has so many components. It Is like beads threaded on the string of trust —break that end and all the beads are scattered. Everyone likes to be run after, but the difference In the matter between men and women is that men don’t want to be caught and women do.

SAYINGS OF A SPINSTER

A man’s egotism works twen-ty-four hours a day. The man who blows his own horn is a self-entertainer. No man who paints his nose should kick if his wife paints her cheeks. Providence takes care of some fools by giving them wives to look after them.

M’CLARYGRAMS

People want to be persuaded to buy the things they want. When in doubt, do the harder thing, it la almost sure to be the right one. The thoroughbred had no need to boast of his pedigree; and no real thoroughbred does It. Warmth and sunshine give growth; but after all it is the rain and storm that give strength and endurance. If all the merely unkind things we say were the wisdom we perhaps think them at the moment, what a wise world this would be! Beware- of becoming self-satisfied; for though his capabilities might carry him leagues farther, no man can ever climb higher than the peak of his own ambition. The next best thing to being absolutely truthful is to be a sufficiently adept liar; but circumstances have a way of administering very rude awakenings to those who dream themselves sufficiently adept.—McClary’s Magazine.

TALKING ABOUT HIS WIFE

To his doctor—You know her better than I do. To his partner—Yes, my wife is extravagant, but how can I help that? To his buffer—Your mistress will direct you in everything. She is a perfect housekeeper. To his neighbor—You will find my wife, sir, extremely fair and jhst in all I assure you. To bis sister —She la a wonderful manager—is Adele. I never saw a woman who could make a dollar go so far, ; —— To his best friend —Yes, old man, all women, as you say, are alike, and 1 guess my wife is no worse than the rest of them. —Life.

SOME OBSERVATIONS

A Fellow who makes New Year’s resolutions and keeps them is the kind of Chap who never amounts to Much, anyhow. A Fellow with a big Car can make a Hit most anywhere—even if be is the kind of FeUow who looks Funny with hir Hat off. About the easiest Way for a Girl to flatter a Fellow is to tell him that he’s the sort of Fellow that can’t Flattered. A Fellow who wears Spectacles and has long, flowing Hair, can stay on all Night with the Boys and when he turns up the next Morning People think he has been np the Night Before writing a History of Civilization.— Cleveland Plain Dealer. ___ __

BOULOGNE French War Port

FROM Dover, Folkstone, Brighton and Portsmouth, all war lanes, across the English channel lead to Boulogne, the treat port for the western entente battle line, safe behind the long rows of trenches in the north and made the principal point for import from England of Vast stores of munitions and a steady stream of troops, says a bulletin of the National Geographic society. Boulogne is a vitally important point in the line opposing the Germans in the West; it is the funnel through which the British empire is pouring its contribution to the energies expended on the first of the war theaters. The French port, always very English and now almost as cosmopolitan as Paris, lies upon the narrowest stretch of the channel, 22 miles southwest of Calais and only 28 miles by sea southeast of -the busy English harbor of Folkstone. Paris, with which the city is connected by a brilliant express service over the tracks of the Northern railway, lies .167 miles to the south-southeast. Ports-mouth-Boulogne is the most direct lire of communication between the great British arsenal and the firing line through Flanders, Artois, Picardy and Champagne. The River Liano divides the town and the improvements at its mouth provide excellent harbors for the unusual stress of shipping that the war has brought about. Always Closely Related to England. Boulogne has always had more or less close relations with England, friendly and unfriendly. It has even been suggested that it was the Portus Itius where Julius Caesar assembled his fleet. In modern times. Boulogne has been the Englishman’s favorite way into France, and, before the war, the passengers from Folkstone to Boulogne totaled about 300,000 annually. The trans-Atlantic liners of the Hamburg-American and the HollandAmerican companies also made Boulogne a calling point. English business interests in France were largely represented at this port, and the English colony at the outbreak of the war numbered more than 1,500. It has long been said that Boulogne is the most English city on the continent, and, before the war was many months old, the English language and English ways became the accepted currency of the place. In 1804 Napoleon I selected Boulogne as the starting point for an invasion of England. He assembled an army of IKO.OOO men and a vast assortment of war stores here for this purpose. The great general was so certain that England was fated to fall before his genius that he had coins struck with which to pay his soldiers on the other side of the channel and inscribed them “minted in London.” He also began a column of victory, here to commemorate'the conquest about to be realized of his most troublesome opponent. Marshals Soult, Ney. Davoust and Victor were to lead the invaders. The harbors of Boulogne were completely hidden under the hulks of the many vessels upon which the expedition was to be transported. A flotilla of 2,413 craft of all sizes had been gathered at the port. Napoleon’s Invasion Failed. Preparations for the invasion were admirably made, and the troops waitell only for the coming of the protecting French war fleets from Antwerp, Brest, Cadiz and the harbors of the Mediterranean to convey them to the Island battlefields. - The units of these fleets had been in the course of construction for several years »or the express purpose of aiding in the decision against England; for the little corporal, willing to divide the from the beginning that his interests and those of Britain could never be reconciled. The French fleets never assembled at Boulogne, and the victory of Nelson at Trafalgar, in 1805, forever shattered Napoleon’s hopes tor the Invasion. The column of vic-

SHIPPING AND QUAYS AT BOULOGNE

tory, however, was finished in 1841, and it is crowned by a fine statue of the emperor. • Boulogne was an Important commercial harbor before the present war. It ranked fourth among the seaports of France, after Marseilles. Le Havre and Bordeaux. It imported jute, wool, skins, thread, coal, timber, iron and steel for the factories of highly Industrial northern France; and it exported woven goods, skins, motorcars, forage, cement and wines. It also assembled the fancy vegetables and fine table fruits for the London hotels for export The average annual value of its exports was $50,000.000, and that of its Imports, $30,000,000. It was the first fishing port of France, receiving and preparing great quantities of herring and mackerel A large proportion of the best grades of Spanish mackerel sold in the world’s markets bear the trademark of- Boulogne. The most important manufacture of this great war port during peace times, strange to say, is that of steel pens, which industry was introduced from England in 1846. It is the chief city in France for this manufacture, and, therefore, probably its greatest fame should be that of pointing the most brilliant pens in the world's most brilliant country.

FRIENDSHIP KNOWS NO ‘BUTS’

Too Many Are Fond of Qualifying Thslr Praise by tha Use of That Objectionable Word. “He’s one of the finest men I know, and of course be’s a good friend of mine, but—” We're always hearing something like that and probably «▼- eryone does more or less of it. It’s too bad that there are very few persons in the whole world who will ever appear to any person as perfect, but it’s one of the things that is likeiy to hold good for human nature. There is a weakness or an element we don’t like In almost, if not quite, everyone we know. Even in those we love most we are able to see faults, or what we think are faults. But — it doesn’t make us happier to be dwelling on them in oar thoughts. It doesn’t make us good, loyal friends to be talking about them. We might be untruthful to deny them, but there is no untruthfulness in not being the ones to talk about and publish them. When we hear that phrase. “Of course, Y m a friend of his. but —” we are generally right in guessing that what comes after is taking a bigger place in the speaker’s mind than the friendship. We don’t covet that kind of friend. For there are always plenty of persons in the world to point to the faults In any man’s character. The part of his friends is to dwell on the good things which make him. after all. worthy of friendship. And people know this pretty well; they don’ttake much stock in the man who is a friend with a “but.” —Milwaukee Journal.

’ There is no locar anesthetic that will penetrate dentine, which forms the principal part of a tooth. That is why dentists bull teeth so much when drilling holes in them for fillings or when grinding them down for gold crowns. Anyone who will invent something that can be put on a tooth to render It Insensitive for ten minutes, without injuring it, has * fortune awaiting him. '* Cocaine and novocaine, which are used as local anesthetics in other parts of the body, have no effect upon the teeth, as they cannot pen«t the bard tissue of which these composed.

Dress for a Chicken.

Butcher —And now, ma'am, bow will you have this chicken dressed? Brfde of a Day—Ex—ah. I hardly know. Would it be too much trouble to show me what they are wearing this season?—Judge.

Anesthetic for the Teeth.