Indianapolis Journal, Volume 51, Number 285, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 October 1901 — Page 7

THE INDIANAPOLIS JOUKXAL, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 12, 1VU1.

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TKc Story of n Love UeHincJ a Throne. By GEORGE DARR M'CUTCHEON CopyriRht, 1901, by Herbert S. Stone S: Co.

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A 1'iiv f jmilo nf uivlT-tan!-In fiiitnl a-ru?s hr lips as hrokc away from liim hi1 thrrw liorrlf into thy arm f tall, oxritl I'nrle t.'aspnr. Tho cuinluctor, vrr.il trainm-rit :md a fw .Rr pavs'-nsfTS camo t:i, tlio former crusty an; nappisli. "U'tll. k t attoar.l!" h crow!l. "Wc crsii't wait all night. " Th yotntu lady ItviWnl up quk-kly, hr ftioitiv? far t ringing bctuvith t ho rough conirnaii'l. Lrry Mpp-'! instantly to th: cnJutor's ?nk hi linger vigorously Mi-Ur Iiis ii..-f, arvl rxclainK-d in 110 uncortain tonf-: "Now, that's fnoiiih frm vo-j! If I lioar sioth r v.r.l from you. I'll mak you swrat MimwI lifor to-morrov morning. Un-lor-ftaii'J. my friori'l.-' "Aw, wlin .'ire j on?" Irmanl.-l the condu( t"r, 1 lliu'r utiy. "Vom'II l.arn t lint m rnon-li. Aftr-r this you'll liav- .-do lio-mh t- t;nl out whom you uro talking to hoforo jon oj.ph that mouth of yours. Not another vorl!" Mr. tJre nfall I.orry w.is rot r sidrnt of the load, nor was ho in any way conmcUd w ith it, lait his w ll-aMimt 1 air of authority i.iu?ril tho trainman's ire to dtaColv1 at I'ticc. "Kxtuso mo, sir. I've lcn worrird to d'. atli on this run. 1 meant no offense. That cdl Kntlcman lias t lirraten 1 to kill me. Just now ho took out his watch and s-aid it I did not run hack for his nirce in two minitrs, lic'd call me out and run me through. I've been nearly crazy here. 1'or the lift; of me. I don't sec how you happened to Le " "Oh, that's all risht. 1 t's be ofT," cried I.orry, who had fallen some distance behind his late companion and her uncle. Hurrying after them, he reached her side in time to assist her in mounting the car ttejs. "Thank you." smiling down upon him beTvitchingly. At tin; top of the stt-pö the was met by her aunt, behind whom stood the anxious man Fervant and the maid. Into the coach she was drawn by the relieved I'M lady, U was critically inspecting her personal appearance when I.orry and the foreigner f iltered. "Ach, it was so wild and exhilarating, Aunt Yvonne," the girl was saying, her ryes sparkling. She stood straight and firm, her chin in the air, her hands in those of her aunt. The little traveling cap was on the side of her head, her hair was loose and very much awry, strands straying here, curls blowing there in utter confusion. Lorry fairly- gasped with admiration for the loveliness that would not be vanquished. "We came like the wind! I shall never, Xiever forget it," she said. "But how could you have remained there, child? Tell mo how it happened. We have been frantic." said her aunt, half In English, half In German. "Not row, dear Aunt Yvonne. See my hair! What a fright I must be! Fortunate man, your hair cannot be so unruly as mine. Oh!" The exclamation was one of alarm. In an instant she was at his side, Veering with terrified eyes at the bloodstains on his neck and face. "It is blood! Ton are hurt! Uncle Caspar, Hedrick tjuick! Attend him! Come to my room at once. You are suffering. Minna, find bandages!" She dragged him to the door of her section before he could interpose a remonstrance. "It is nothing a mere scratch. Bumped xny head against the side of the coach, l'lease don't worry about it; I can care for myself. Really, it doesn't " -But it does! It has bled terribly. Sit there! Now, Hetlruk, fume water." Hedriek rushed off and was back in a moment with a basin of water, a sponge and a towel, ami before clrenfall fully knew what was happening tin- man servant was bathing his head, the others looked on anxiously, the young lady apprehensively, her hands clasped before her as she bent over to Inspect the wound above his ear. "It li quite an ugly cut." said Uncle Caspar, critically. "Does it pain you, s!r?" "Oh, not a great deal." answered I.orry, losing his eyes comfortably. It was all very pleasant, he thought. "Should It not have stitches, Uncle Casjar?" asked the sweet, eacer voice. "I think not. The Mow is staunched. If the gentleman will ailow lledrlek to trim the hair away for a plaster and then bandage it I think the wound will give no trouble." The old man spnke slowly and in very good Unulish. "Really, f'ncle. I- it not serious?" "Nv. no." interposed Urenfall Lorry. "I knew it was a trifle. You cannot break an American's head. Let me go to my own section and I'll be ready to present myself, as good as row. In ten minutes." "You must let Hedrkk bandage your luvid." she insisted. "io with him, Hedli.k." (Imifall arose arvl started toward his section, followed by Iledrick. "1 trut you were not hurt during that lecklt-s ride," he said, more as a question, tt"pping In the aisle to look back at her. "1 should have b 1; a mass of bruises, ;ahes arid lumps had it not be?n for one thine." she said, a faint blush coming tu 1. r cheek, although her ejes looked unfalteringly into his. Will yon join us in the Unir.g tar? I will have a place prepared fur you at cur tab!"." "Th.itik you. You are very good. I shall Join you as soon as I am presentable." "We are to be honored, sir," said the old Reuth man. but In such a way that (Ironfall had a distinct let ling that it was lie w 1m was to ! honored. Aunt Yvonne smiled uraehni-d, and In took his departure. "While H. oth k .s dressing the j isgod little ei;t. Grtr.fuil eoniplae titly surveyed the patient in the mirror opposite, and said to hini !:' a hundred times: "You linky dov;! It w.i worth forty a.-hes lik- this. l!y Joe, !!(', du ine!" In a f r of e. r hi-te l.r- bathed and attird himself f. r dinn r, t!i imperturbwbh- Ib-drhk a- i.-fin. One nil. ry nlled the n: ri-nii'ji in i Ti ! : t oi:lr if I .iru to sit be-ide per." And tie ti: "I have s it beside h r'. There an iuur aain ..- delight:" It wa 7 o'eJ.M k I., fore hi- rather unusual t iiet wa oinj.l. t d. 'S if they have J'oee t the diner. I I ed I i ( !. , ' ' hoidto fJit.vi'ikLat, v.Lu üvi-arted ccicui'jniuui.,-.

"I don't know why bo should bo so damned polite," observed Lorry, gazing woiiderinly after him. "I'm not a king. Tint reminds me. I must introduce myself. &f doesn't know me from Adam." Iledrick rturned and annoum d that they had just got-a to th" dining car and were Hwaiting him there. He hurried to the

oiner and made lu-s way to their tame. Uncle Caspar and his niece were lacing him a 55 he cam'1 up between the tables, and he saw, with no little regret, that ho was to sit be?ide the aunt directly opposite the Kir!, however. Sh" smiled lip at him as he stood before thm, bowing. Ho saw the expression of inquiry in those deep, liquid eyes of vioh t as their gize wandered vir his hair. "Your head? I see no bandage," she taid, reproachfully. "There is a small plaster and that is all. Only heroes may have dangerous wounds," he sai'I. laughingly. "Is heroism in A merit a measured by the number of stitches or the size of the plaster?" she asked, pointedly. "In my country it is a joy, and not a calamity. Wounds are the: misfortune of valor. I'ray, be seated, Mr. Lorry-is it not?", she iaid, pronouncing it eiualntly. He sat down rather suddenly on hearing her titter his name. How had she learned it? Not a soul on the train knew it, he was sure. "I am Caspar (iuggenslocker. Permit mo, Mr. Lorry, to present my wife and my niece. Miss tJuggcnslocker," said the uncle, more gracefully than he had ever heard suc h a thing uttered before. In a daze, stunned by the name (iuggenslocker mystified etver their acquaintance with Ids own when he had been foiled at every fair attempt to learn theirs. Lorry could only mumble his acknowledgments. In all his life he had never lost command of himself as at this moment. (Joggenslocker! He could feel the dank sweat of disappointment starting on his brow. A butcher a beer maker a cobbler a gardener-all synonyms of (Iuggenslocker. A sausage, manufacturer's niece Miss (Juggenslocker! lie tried to glance unconcernedly at her as he took up his napkin, bat his eyes wavered helplessly. She was looking serenely at him, yet he fancied he saw a shadow of mockery in her blue eyes. "If you were u novel writer, Mr. Lorry, what manner of heroine would you choose?" she asked, with a smile so tantalizing that he understood instinctively why she was reviving a topic once abandoned. J lis confusion w as increased. Her uncle and aunt were regarding him calmly expectantly, he Imagined. "I I have no ambition to be a novel writer," he said, "so I have not made a study of heroines." "But you would have an Ideal," she persisted. "I'm sure I Idon't that is, she would not necessarily be a heroine. Unless, of course, it would require heroism to pose as an ideal for such a prosaic fcüow an I." "To begin with, you would call her Clarabe 1 Montrose or something ce-ually as impossible. You know the name of a heroine in a novel must bo euphonious. That is an exacting rule." it was an open taunt, and ho could sec that she was enjoying his diseomtUure. It aroused his indignation and his wits. "I would first give my hero a distinguished name. No matter what the heroine's name might be pretty or otherwise I could easily change It to his 1m the last chapter." She fluyhca beneath his now bright, keen eyes and the ready, though unexpected retort. Uncle Caspar placed his napkin to Iiis lips and coughed. Aunt Yvonne studiously inspected her bill of fare. "No matter what you call a rose, It is always sweet," he added, meaningly. At this she laughed good-naturedly. Ite marveled at her white teeth and red lips. A rose, after all. Cuggenslocker, rose; rose, not (Iuggenslocker. No, no! A rose only! He fancied he caught a sly look of triumph In her uncle's swift glance toward her. Rut Uncle Caspar was not a rose he was Guggenslocker. Guggenslocker butcher ! Still, he did not look the part no, indeed. That extraordinary man a butcher, a gardener, a-and Aunt Yvonne? Yet they were Guggenslockers. "Here is the waiter," the girl observed, to his relief. "I am famished after my pleasant drive. It was so bracing, was it not. Mr. Grenfall Lorry?" "Give me a mountain ride always as an appetizer." he said, obligingly, and so ended the jest about a name. The orders for the linner were given and the quartet sat back in their chairs to await the coming of the soup. Grenfall was still wondering how she had learned his name, and was on the point of asking several times during the conventional discussion of the weather, the train and the mountains. He considerately refrained, however, unwilling to embarrass her. "Aunt Yvonne tells me she never expected to see me alive after the station agent telegraphed that we were coming overland in that awful old carriage. The agent at U says It is a dangerous road, at the very edge of the mountain. He also Increased the composure of my uncle and aunt by telling them that a wagon rolled ofT yesterday, killing a man. two women and two horses. Dear Aunt Yvonne, how troubled von must have been." "I'll confess there were times when I thought we were rolling down the mountain." said Lorry, with a relieved shake of the head. "Sometimes I thought we were soaring through space, whether upward or downward, I could not tell. We never failed to come to earth, though, did we?" she laughingly asked. "Kmphatically! Harth and a little grief," he said, putting his hand to his head. "Dots it pain you?" she asked, quickly. "Not in the least. I was merely feeling to see if the cut were still there. Mr. Mr. (iuggenslocker. did the conductor object to bidding the train?" ho asked, remembering what the conductor hail tohl hirn of the old gt ntleman's actions. "At first, but I soon convinced him that it should be held." said the other, ejuietly. "My husband spoke very harshly to the poor man." added Aunt Yvonne. "But, I am afraid. Caspar, he did not understand a word you said. You were very much excited." The sweet old lady's attempts at Knglish wa re much more laborious than lur husband's. "If he did not understand my Knslish, he was very good at guessing," ;aid her husband, grimly. "He tohi me you had threatpned to call him out." ventured the young man. ""all him out? Ach. a railro ad conductor:" exclaimed Unci- Caspar, in line scorn. "Caspar. I heard yon say that you would all him out." interposed his wife, with reproving e es. "Ach. God! I l;ae made a mistake! 1 5rr. it all. It was the other word I meant -down, trot out! I Intended to call him down, as you Americans say. I hoj he will not think I challcnsed him." He wa very much LcrturLud.

"I think he was afraid you would," said Lorry. "He should have no fear. I could not meet a railroad conductor. Will you please tell him I could not so condescend? Resides, dueling is murder in your country, I am told." "It usually Is. sir. Much more so than in Kurope." The others looked at him inquiringly. "I mean that in America when two men pull their revolvers and go to shooting at each other, some on is killed frequently both. In Kurope, as I mdrestand it, a scratch with a sword ends the combat." "You have been misinformed," exclaimed Uncle Caspar, his eyebrows elevated. "Why. Uncle Caspar has fought more duels than he can count," cried the girl, proudly. "And has he slain Iii man every tinr?" asked Grenfall, smilingly, glancing from one to the otlvr. Aunt Yvonne shot a re

proving look at the girl, whoso face paled instantly, her eyes going quickly in affright to the face of her undo. "God!" Lorry heard the old gentleman mutter. He was looking at his bill ef fare, but his eyes were fixed and staring. The card was crumpling between" the lone, bony lingers. The American realized that a forbidden topic had been touched upon. "lie. has fought and he has slain," be thought as quick as a Hash. "He Is no butcher, no garelener, no cobbler. That's certain!" "Tell us. Uncle Caspar, what you said to the conductor," cried the young lady, nervously. "Tell them, Caspar, how alarmed we were," added, the soft-voiced Aunt Yvonne. Grenfall was a silent, interested spectator, lie somehow felt as if a scene from some tragedy had been reproduced in that briefest of moments. Calmly and composedly, a half smile now In his face, the soldierly Caspar narrated the story of the train's run from one station to the other. "We did not miss you until we had almost reached the other station. Then your Aunt Yvonne asked me where you had gone. I told her I had not seen you, but went into the coach ahead to search. You were not there. Then I went on to the dining car. Ach, you were not there. In alarm I returned to our car. Your aunt and I looked everywhere. You were not anywhere. 1 shall never forget your aunt's face when she sank into a chair, nor shall I feel again so near like dying as when she suggested that you might have fallen from the train. I sent Hedrlck ahead to summon the conductor, but he had hardly left us when the engine whistleel sharply and the train began to slow up In a jerky fashion. We were very pale as we looked at each other, for something told us that the stop was unusual. 1 rushed to the platform meeting Iledrick, who was as much alarmed as I. He said the train had been flagged, and that there must be something wrong. Your aunt came out and told me that she had made a strange discovery." Grenfall observed that he Was addressing himself exclusively to the young lady. "She had found that the gentleman i.i the next section was also missing. While we were standing ihere in doubt and perplexity, the train came to a standstill, and soon there was shouting on the outside. I climbed down from the car and saw that we were at a little station. The conductor came running toward me excitedly. " 'Is the young lady In the car?' he asked. " 'No. For heaven's sake, w hat have you heard? I cried. " 'Then she must have been left at 0 ,' he exclaimed, and used some very extraordinary American words. "I then Informed him that he should run back for you, first learning that you were alive and well. He said he would be damned if he would pardon the word, ladies. He was very angry, and said he would give orders to go ahead, but I told him I would demand restitution of his government. He laughed in my face, and then I became shamelessly angry. I said to him: " 'Sir, I shall call you down not out, as you have said and I shall run you through the mill. "That was good American talk, sir, was it not, Mr. Lorry? I wanted him to understand me, so I tried to use your very best language. Some gentlemen who arc traveling on this train and some very excellent ladies also joined in the demand that the train be held. His dispatch from O said that you, Mr. Lorry, insisted on having it held for twenty minutes. The conductor insulted you, sir, by saying that you had more ah, what is it? gall than any idiot he had ever seen. When he said that, although I did not fully understand that it was a reflection on you, so ignorant am I of your language, I took occasion to tell him that ycu were a gentleman and a friend of mine. He asked me your name, but, as I did not know it, I could only tell him that he would learn it soon enough. Then he said something which has puzzled me ever since. He told me to close my face. What did he mean by that, Mr. Lorry?" "Well, Mr. Güggenslocker, that means, in refined American, 'stop talking. " said Lorry, controlling a desire to shout. "Ach. that accounts for his surprise when I talked louder and faster than ever. I did not know what he meant. He said positively he would not wait, but just then a second message came from the other station. 1 did not know what it was then, but a gentleman told me that it Instructed him to hold the train if he wanted to hold his job. Job is situation, 13 It not? Well, when he read that message he said he would wait just twenty minutes. I asked him to tell me how you were coming to us, but he refused to answer. Your aunt and I went at once to the telegraph man and implored him to tell us the truth, and he said you were coming in a carriage over a very dangerous road. Imagine our feelings when he said some people had been killed yesterday on that very road. He said you would have to drive like the the very devil if you got here in twenty minutes." "We did, Uncle Caspar," Interrupted Miss Güggenslocker, naively. "Our driver followed Mr. Lorry's instructions." Mr. Grenfall Lorry blushed and laughed awkwardly. He had been admiring her eager face and expressive eyes during Uncle Caspar's recital. How sweet her voice when it pronounced his name, how charming the foreign flavor to the words. "He would not have understood If I had said other things," he explained, has--tily. "When your aunt and I returned to the tiain we saw the conductor holding his watch. He said to me: 'In just three minutes we will pull out. If they are not here by that time they can get on the best they know how. I've done all I can.' I did not say a word, but went to my section and had Hedrick get out my pistols. If the train left before you arrived it would be without its conductor. In the meantime, your Aunt Yvonne was pleading with the wretch. I hastened back to his side with my pistols in my pocket. It was then that I told him .to start his train if he dared. That man will never know how close he was to death. One minute passed, and he coolly announced that but one minute was left. I had made up my mind to give him one of my pisteds when the time was up. and to tell him to defend himself. It was not to be a duel, for there was noihing regular about it. It was only a, question as to whether the train should move. Then came the sound of carriage wheels and galloping horses. Almost before we knew it you were with us. I ant so happy that you were not a minute later." There was something so cool and grim in the quiet voice, something so determined In those brilliant eyes, that Grenfall felt like Ioeking up lh conductor to congratulate him. The dinner was nerved, and while it was being discussed hia fair companion vt 1.

the drive graphically described the experience of twenty strange minutes in a shackle-down mountain coach. He was surprised to find that she omitted no part, not even the hand-clasp or the manner in which she clung to him. His ears burned as lie listened to this frank confession, for he expected to hear words of disapproval from the uncle and aunt, ills astonishment was increased by their utter disregard of those rather peculiar details. It was then that be realized how trusting she had been, how serenely unconscious of his tender and sudden passion. And had she told her relatives that she had kissed him, he firmly believed they would have smiled approvingly. Some how the real flavor of romance was stricken from the ride by her candid admissions. What he had considered a romantic treasure was being calmly robbed of its glitter, leaving for his memory the blurr of an "adventure in which ho had played the part

of a gallant gentleman and she a grateful lady. He was beginning to feel ashamed o-f the conceit that had misled him. Down in his heart he was saying: "I might have known it. I did know it. She is not like other women." The perfect confidence that dwelt in the rapt faces of the others forced in to bis wondering mind the ImiTCSsion that this girl could do no wrong. "And, Aunt Yvonne," she said, in conclusion, "the luck which yoti say Is mine as birthright asserted itself. I escaped unhurt. while Mr. Lorry alone possesses the pain and unpleasantness of our ride." "1 possess neither," be objected. "The pain that you refer to Is a pleasure." "The pain that a man endures for a woman should always be a pleasure," said Uncle Caspar, smilingly. "Rut it could not be a pleasure to him un less the woman considered it a pain," reasoned Miss Gugenslocker. "He couhl not feel happy if she did not respect the pain." "And encourage it," supplemented Lorry, dryly. "If you do not remind me occasion ally that 1 am hurt, Miss Güggenslocker, I am liable to forget it." To himself he added: "I'll never learn how to say it in one breath." "If I were not so soon to part from you I should be your physician, and, like all phy sicians, prolong your aliment interminably, " she said, prettily. "To my deepest satisfaction," he said, warmly, not lightly. There was nothing further from his mind than servile flattery, as his rejoinder might imply. "Alas!" he went on, "we no sooner meet than we part. May I ask when you are to sail?" "On Thursday," replied Mr. Guggen sleeker. "On the Kaiser Wilhelm der Grosse," added his niece, a far-away look coming into her eyes. "We are to stop off one day, to-morrow, in Washington," said Aunt Yvonne, and the jump that Lorry's heart gave was so mighty that he was afraid they could see it in his face. "My uncle has some business to transact in your city, Mr. Lorry. We are to spend to-morrow there and Wednesday in New York. Then we sail. Ach, how I long for Thursday!" His heart sank like lead to the depths from which it had sprung. It reeiuired no effort on his part to see that he was alone in his infatuation. Thursday was more to her than his existence; she could forget him and think of Thursday, and when she thought of Thursday, the future, he was but a thing of the past, not even of the present. "Have you always lived in Washington, Mr. Lorry?" asked Mrs. Güggenslocker. "All my life," he replied, wishing at that moment that he was homeless and free to choose for himself. "You Americans live In one city and then in another," she said. "Now, In our country generation after generation lives and dies in erne town. We are not migratory." "Mr. Lorry has offended us by not knowing where Graustark is located on the map," cried the the young lady, and he could see the Hash of resentment in her eyes. "Why, my dear sir, Graustark is in " began Uncle Caspar, but she checked him Instantly. "Uncle Caspar, you are not to tell him. I have recommended that he study geography and discover us for himself, lie shotild be ashameel of his ignorance." Hd was not ashamed, but he mentally vowed that before he was a day older he would find Graustark on the map ahd would stock his negligent brain with all that history and the encyclopedia had to say of the unknown land. Her uncle laughed, and, to Lorry's disappointment, obeyed the young lady's command. "Shall I study the map of Kurope,' As!a or Africa?" asked he, and they laughed. "Study the map of tho world," said Miss Güggenslocker, proudly. "Edelweiss is the capital?" "Yes, our home city the queen of the crags," cried she. "You should see Edelweiss, Mr. Lorry. It is of the mountain, the plain and the sky. There are homes in the valley, homes on the mountain side and homes in the clouds." "And yours? From what you say it must be above the clouds in heaven." "We are furthest from the clouds, for we live in the green valley, shaded by the white-topped mountains. We may, in Edelweiss, have what climate we will. Doctors do not send us on long journeys for our health. They tell us to move up or down the mountain. We have balmy spring, glorious summer, refreshing autumn and chilly winter, just as we like." "Ideal! I think you must be pretty well toward the south. You could not have July and January if you were far north." "True; yet we have January in July. Study your map. We are discernible to the naked eye," she said, half Ironically. "I care not if there are but three inhabitants of Graustark, all told, It Is certainly worthy of a position on any map," said Lorry, gallantly; and his listeners applaudeel with patriotic appreciation. "By the way, Mr. Gug Güggenslocker, you say the conductor asked you for my name and you did not know it. May I ask how you learned it later on?'1 His curiosity got th better of him, and his coilrage was increased by the champagne the old gentleman had ordered. "I did not know your name until my niece told it to me after your arrival in the carriage," said Uncle Caspar. "I don't remember giving it to Miss Güggenslocker at any time," said Lorry. "You were not my informant," she said, demurely. "Surely you did not guess It." "Oh, no, Indeed. I am no mind reader." "My own name was the last thing you could have read in my mind, in that event, for I have not thought of it in three clays." She was sitting with her elbows on the table, her chin in her hands, a dreamy look in her blue eyes. "Yeu say you obtained that coin from the porter on the Denver train?" Within two hours after I got aboard." "Well, that coin purchased your name for me." she said, calmly, candidly. He gasped. You you don't mean that you " he st amnio red. "You see, Mr. Lorry, I wanted to know the name of a man who came nearest my ideal of what an American should be. As soon as I saw you I knew that you were the American as 1 had grown to know hirn through the books big, strong, bold and comely. That Is why 1 bought your name of the porter. I shall always say that 1 know the name of an ideal American Grenfall Lorry." The ideal American was not unmoved. He was in a fever of fear and happint ss fear because he thought she .w as jesting, happiness because he hoped sh was not. He lauchvd awkwardly, absolutely unable to

express himself in words. Her frank state

ment staggered him almost beyond the power of recovery. There was joy in the knowledge that she had been attracted to him at first sight, but th ere was bitterness fn the thought that he had come to her notice as a sort of specimen, the name of which she had sought as a botanist would look for the name of an unknown flower. "I I am honored," he at last managed to say, his eyes gleaming with embarrassment. "I trust you have not found your first judgment a faulty eno." He felt very foolish after this flat remark. "I have remembered your name," she said, graciously. His heart swelled. "There are a great many better Americans than 1," he said.. "You forget our President and emr statesmen." "1 thought they were mere politicians." (ironfall Lorry, idealized, retired to his berth that night, his head whirling with the emotions Inspired by this strange, beautiful woman. How lovely, how charming, how naive, how queenly, how indifferent, how warm, how cold how everything that puzzled him was she. His last waking thought was: "Güggenslocker! An angel with a name like that!" To be Continued on Tuesday. THE OBSERVANT BANKER UK SAYS WHAT Hi: THINKS OP DIFl'EIti:T KINDS (IF l'EOPI.E. The Son of a Ranker AVho Wore n filiform Comment 111 t'ust oniers of AH Kindt. "Warriors and military men," said the Observant Ranker, "are very scarce in the bankers' profession. With the exception of the Morgan raid I do not recall any men of this profession that were men of gore. At that time a lot of bank clerks borrowed all the carriage horses in town and rode down to Greenwood, about ten miles away, to meet Morgan, -and were very glad to get back to their books the next day and were forced to eat their meals from the mantelpiece for a week afterwards. "Of course, I have found isolated cases of bankers or the progeny of bankers," he J continued, "that hankered for war. The Spanish-American conflict is not very far away. 1 can remember a son of a very extinguished banker that went to war then. That is all. He simply went (was honored for bravery, was dubbed a captain, not for the blood he shed, but for the perspiration he losU) He came home with a title, shook hands with all his friends for a month, forgetting each day that he had thus greeted them the day before. His personal friends became alarmed when it became noised about that be slept in his military clothes. It was afterwards reported that he was given chloroform and his clothes taken from him, but if there is a K. of P. street parade or a funeral for a dead policeman or a Rathbone Sisters' conclave, out come those military clothes and that hat, and mounted on the self-same buggy horse the embryo banker displays himself to an admiring and gaping populace. AN INTERESTING CHARACTER. "A mighty interesting character to me," went on the Observant Ranker, "is the rich man's son-in-law who slides Into one's family on his Apollo-like figure, a fine set of teeth and a well-adjusted nerve tissue. Of course he has lots of merit, Is a college graduate (his parents pinched themselves for his education), he is a royal good fellow, a hail-fellow-well-met, for has he not met the tailor, and the bootmaker, and the liveryman, and the florist, and the haberdasher, yea. even the circumspect jeweler and bestowed on them with impartiality the honor of his acquaintance and obligations? The rich man's son-in-law always shows grit. He wants to work, is always after a position, but he is always too late or something happens to prevent htm from coming face to face with the situation. But that does not discourage the young man. lie eats three meals every day, dresses well and in the time not occupied in rearing a familyhe persistently calls upon the rich man's friends in search of a position. If a new enterprise is about to be started he applies for the secretaryship or the position of treasurer, or asks some other official position with a good salary attached. He assures the management that if he gets the place his father-in-law will take a block of stock and lend his influence in making the enterprise a success. "Rut these men somehow always prefer to 'advance the young man at a distance, and shrink from robbing the rich man of any of his privileges in supporting his son-in-law or raising his family. Rut the rich man's son-in-law has a buoyant disposition. He is un and coming. Your secretary goes abroad for his health, and presto the rich man's son-in-law appears before you and in great confidence admits with dignity that if the secretary does not return he (the son-in-law) might be induced to take the position. Of course, he says, the position is not quite up to his ability, he is better qualified to fill the presidency of a trust or Insurance company, still this is a step in the right direction, and he is willing to help vou. You thank the young man and tell him you will notify him at the earliest moment of anything you may know to his advantage. Then you pull yourself into your shell and the rich man's son-in-law goes out with head erect, expecting to be called to-mor-1 Off. "I have been recalling some more of my odd customers," continued the Observant Ranker, "and one in particular that rises before me 'as it were like a dream' Is the customer I had helped twenty-five years and who had become successful through mv advice, guidance, help and money. When he reached the solid point he 'puffed up on some trivial matter and wanted to know If he owed me anything and If he had not always paid his debts promptly. GOOD CUSTOMER'S WIFE. "Then there is the wife of a goq.I customer who comes in saying her husband Is on a 'toot,' that I am the only man he respects and will heed, and cries bittcrly about conditions at home until I jump up, put on my hat and go to the rescue of the customer. "Another customer has had a windfall and since he has never owned a horse, proceeds to ask me if I know anything about horses. I weakly answer in the affirmative and then he drags me around to another customer of mine who is proposing to 'take hirn in' on a 'good horse.' Of course, for politic reasons. I do not give my decision, but for years alter I am looked at queerly by the man that bought the animal. He does not consult me any more about horse-s. "There is the good customer's wife who Is treasurer of a church fair and who brings in 1.73.50 in pennies, nickels and dimes and wants a cashier's check for the amount so she can pay a note at a competitor bank. "Another customer brings in a note with forty odd partial payments of uneven amounts, wants the interest figured In three minutes and says he will wait. "A customer buys foreign exchange on Germany, then does some figuring and declares vou have charged him too much, and remains with you for thirty minutes wrangling about 2 cents. "Then there is th rich customer's son who desires to make a loan with father's indorsement (forged and you know it) probably the best note you have In the bank tut when the sen cornes into his own bo grows suddenly virtuous, and takes his account to your competitor, not having faith in vour Judgment as a banker. "The customer that applies for a small loan, tells you h cannot get an Indorser. everybody being afraid of him, but that he has "n g.ioi clerical position and will pay you If he has to steal the money, is generally good. "A vexatious thing is to loan to the son ed a rich customer small sums of money at odd times when his father refuses him. and then have the young fellow when he comes into his estate remove his. account to another bank." Ilnth l!nl I'iioiirIi. Philadelphia Times. The woman who used to wear a big bat to the theater and kept still is decidedlypreferable to the- woman who wears a bristling fdgrette which keeps bulbing constantly about.

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