Hammond Times, Volume 2, Number 123, Hammond, Lake County, 9 November 1907 — Page 3

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A Mystery Story of San Francisco BY EARLE ASHLEY WALCOTT

(Cpyr:ut iot, the tobbs-Mrrill Co.) (Continued.) In and out we wound through the oimetal city the fairy-land that stretched away, gay with lanterns and busy with strange crowds, changing at times as we came nearer to a tawdry reality, cheap, dirty, and heavy with odor3. Here was a shop where Ivory In delicate carvings, bronze work that

showed the patient handicraft and grotesque fancy of the oriental artist, lay side by side with porcelains, fine and coarse, decorated with the barbaric taste in form and color that rules the art of the ancient empire. Next the rich shop was a low den from whose open door poured fumes of tobacco and opium, and in whose misty depths figures of bloused little men huddled around tables and swayed hither and thither. The click of dominoes, the rattling of sticks and counters, and the excited cries "of men, rose from the throng. "They're the biggest gamblers the Ould Nick iver had to his hand," said Corson; "there isn't one of 'em down there that wouldn't bet the coat off his back." "Dear me, how dreadful!" said Mrs. Bowser. "And do we have to go down Into that horrible hole, and how can we ever get out with our lives?" "We're not going down thsre, ma'am," interrupted Corson shortly. "And where next?" asked Luella. The question was addressed to tho policeman, not to me. Except for a formal greeting when he had met, Luella had spoken no word to me during the evening. "Here's the biggest joss-house in town," said Corson. "We might as well see it now as any time." "Oh, do let us see those delightfully horrible idyls," cried Mrs. Bowser. The p-oliceman led the way into the dimly-lighted building that served as a temple. I lingered a moment by the door to

see that all my party passed in. "There's Wainwright," whispered Porter, who closed the procession. "Where?" I asked, a dim remembrance of the mission on which. I had cent him in pursuit of the snake-eyed man giving the information a sinister twist. Porter gave a chirrup and Wainwright halted at the door. "He's just passed up the alley here," eaid Wainwright in a low voice. "Who? Terrill?" I asked. "Yes," said Wainwright. "I've kept him in sight all the evening." "Hasn't he seen you?" asked Porter. "I spied you as soon as you turned tho corner." "Don't know," said Wainwright; "but something's up. There he goes now. I mustn't miss him." And Wainwright was off. The presence of Terrill gave me Bomo tremors of anxiety, for I knew that his unscrupulous feroeity would etop at nothing. Then I reflected that the presence of Doddridge Knapp's daughter was a protectio against an attack from Doddridge Knapp's agents, and I followed the party into the heathen temple without further apprehensions. The temple was small, and the dim, religious light gave an air of mystery to the ugly figure of the god and the trappings of the place. "That's one of the richest carvings ever brought into this country," said Corson, pointing to a part of the altar mounting. "Tin thousand dollars wouldn't touch one side of it." "You don't say!" cried Mrs. Bowser, while the rest murmured In the effort

to admire the work of art. "And is that stuff burning for a disinfectant?" She pointed to numerous pieces of punk, such as serve the small boy on the Fourth of July, that were consuming slowly before the ugly joss. "No. ma'am not but they neeis it all right enough." said Corson, "but that's the haythen way of sayin' your prayers." This information was so astonishing that Corson was allowed to finish jhls explanation without further remarks from Mrs. Bowser. "I'll show you the theater next." said he. as he led the way of the temple with Mrs. Bowser giving her views of the picturesque heathen in questions that Corson found no break in the conversation long enough to answer. As I lingered for a moment in some depression of spirit, waiting for the others to tile out, a voice that thrilled me spoke in my ear. "Our guide Is enjoying a great favor." It was Luella, noticing me for the first time since the expedition had

started. "He has every reason to be delighted." I returned, brightening at the favor I was enjoying. "Foreign travel is said to be of great value In education." said Luella, taking my arm, "but It's certainly stupid at times." I suspected that Mr. Carter had not been entirely successful in meeting Miss Knapp's ideas of what an escort should be. "I didn't supptso you could 2nd anything stupid," I said. "I am intensely interested," she retorted, "but unfortunately the list of subjects has come to an end."

"You might have begun at the beginning again." 'lie did," she whispered, "so I thought it time he tried the guide or Aunt Julia." "Thank you," I said. "Thank him, you mean," she said gaily. Now don't be stupid yourself, so please change th subject. Do you know," she continued without giving me time to speak, "that the only way I can be reconciled to this place and the sights -we have seen is to imagine I am in Canton or Peking, thousands of miles from home? Seen there, it is Interesting, instructive, natural a part of the people. As a part of San Francisco it is only vile." "Come thl3 way," said Corson, halting with the party at one of the doors. "I'll show you through some of the opium dens, and that will bring us to the stage door of the theater." "How close and heavy the air is!" said Luella, as we followed the windIns passage in the dim Illumination that came from an occasional gas jet

or oil lamp.

"The yellow man is a firm believer in the motto, 'Ventilation i3 the root of all evil, "I admitted. The fumes of tobacco and opium were heavy on the air, and a moment later we came on a cluster of small rooms or dens, fitted with couches and bunks. It needed no description to make the purpose plain. The whole process of Intoxication by opium waa before me, from the heating of the metal pipe to the final stupor that i3 the gift and end of the Black Smoke. Hero, was a coolie mixing the drug; there, just beyond him, was another, drawing whiffs from the bubbling narcotic through the bamboo handle of his pipe; there, still beyond, was another, lying back unconscious, halfclad, repulsive, a very sorry reality indeed to the gorgeous dreams that are reputed to follow in the train of the seductive pipe. "This is depressing," said Luella, with a touch on my arm. "Let's go on." "Turn to the right there," Corson

called out, as we led the way while 1 he was explaining to Mr. Carter the method of smoking. I "Let us get where there is some ' air," said Luella. "This odor is sickening." We hastened on, and, turning to the right, soon came on two passages. One led up a stair, hidden by a turn after half a dozen steps. The other stretched 50 or 75 feet before us, and an oil lamp on a brackett at the farther end gave a smoky light to the passage and to a mean little court on

which it appeared to open. "We had better wait for the rest," , said Luella cautiously. i As she spoke, one of the doors toward the farther end of the passage j swung back and a tall, heavy figure came out. My heart gave a great bound, and I felt without realizing it at the moment that Luella clutched my arm fiercely. In the dim light the figure was the figure of the Wolf, the head was the head of the Wolf and though no light 1

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Ehone upon it, the face was the face of the Wolf, livid, distorted with anger, fear and brutal passions. "Doddridge Knapp!" I exclaimed, and gave a step forward. It flashed on me that one mystery was explained. I had found out why

the Doddridge Knapp of plot and coun- j terplot, and the Doddirdge Knapp who I was the generous and confidential em- j plover, could dwell in the same body, i The King of the Street was a slave of ! the Black Smoke, and, like many an- j

with terror and self-reproach. The bolted door before me gave notice of danger as plainly as though the word

had been painted upon its front. The t

dark and lowering walls of the passage in which the Wolf figure of Doddridge Knapp had appeared and disappeared whispered threats. And I, in my felly and carelessness, had brought Luella Knapp into this place and exposed her to the dangers that encircled me. It was this thought that for the moment unnerved me. "What dees this mean?" asked Luella in a matter-of-fact tone. "It i3 a poor practical joke, I fear," said I lightly. I took occasion to shift a revolver to my overcoat pocket. "Well, arn't you going to get me out

of here?" she asked with a little suggestion of impatience. "That is my present intention," I replied, beating a tattoo on the door. "You'll hurt your fists," she said. "You must find seme way besides beating it down." "I'm trying to bring our friends here," said I. "They should have been with us before now." "Isn't there another way out?" asked Luella. "I suspect there are a good many ways out," I replied, "but, unfortunately, I don't know them." And I gave

a few resounding kicks on the door. "Where does this stairway go, I wonder?" said Luella. "It can't be the way out. Isn't there another?" "We might try the passage." She gave a shudder and shrank toward me. "No, no." she cried in a low voice.

"Try the door again. Somebody must hear you, and it may be opened." I I followed her suggestion with a rain of kicks, emphasized with a shout i that made the echoes ring gloomily j in the passage. I heard in reply a sound of voices, , and then an answering shout, and the steps of men running. "Are you there, Mr. Wilton?" cried

the voice of Corson through the door. "Yes, all safe, I answered. "Well, just hold on a bit and we'll" The rest of his sentence was lost in a suppressed scream from Luella.

I turned and darted before her, just in time to face three Chinese ruffians who were hastening down the passage. The nearest of the trio, a tall dark savage with a deep scar across his cheek, was just reaching out his hand to seize Luella when I sprang forward and planted a blow cquare upon his chin. He fell back heavily, lifted almost off his feet by my impact, and lay like a log on the floor. The other two ruffians halted irresolute for an instant, and I drew my revolver. Their wish seemed to be to

j take me alive if possible. After a I moment of hesitation there was a muttered exclamation and one of the desperadoes drew his hand from his blouse. I "Oh!" cried Luella. "He's got a ; knife!" Before he could make another , movement I fired once, twice, three I times. There was a scramble and j scuffle in the passageway, and the smoke rolled thick in front, blotting j out the scene that had stood in silhouettte before us. ! " Fearful of a rush from the Chinese,

' I threw one arm about Luella, and, keeping my body between her and j possible attack, guided her to the stair that led upward at nearly right angles from the passage. She was trembling and her breath came short, but her ! spirit had not quailed. She shook j herself free as I placed her on the first

step. "Have you killed them?" she asked quietly. "I kope so," I replied, looking cautiously around the corner to see the results of my fusillade. The smoke had spread into a thin haze through the passage. "There's one fellow there," I said. "But it's the one I knocked down." "Can't you see the others?" inquired Luella. "No more ia sight," said I, after & bolder survey. "They've run away." "Oh, I'm glad," said Luella. "I should have seen them always if you had killed them. Why did they attack us?" Before I could reply to Luella's question, a tattoo was beaten upon the door and a muffled shout came from the other side. I stepped down from the stair to listen. "Are you hurt?" shouted Corson. "What's the matter?" "No damage," I returned. "I drove them off."

Corson shouted some further words,

other, went mad under the influence bat thev were lost ia a suddea mur.

of the subtle drug.

As I moved forward, Luella clung to me and gave a low cry. The Wolf figure threw one malignant look at us and was gone. "Take me home, oh, take me home!" cried Luella in low suppressed tones, trembling and half-faUing. I put my arm about her to support her.

"What is it?" I asked. She leaned upon me for one

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passage became a palace filled

flowers. Then her strength and reso

lution returned and she shook herself j free. : "Come; let us go back to the others," she said a little unsteadily. "We !

should not have left them." "Certainly." I replied. , "They ought to be here by this time."

mur of voices and a scufSe of feet that arose behind.

"Look out!" cried Luella peremptor- ! ily. "Come back here!" 1 I have said that the passage opened ! into a little court, and at the end a lamp gave light to the court and the j passage. i As I turned I saw a confusion cf j

and defend yourself with it. Don't fire j unless you have to. We are short of I

ammunition." I had but three shots In the large six-shooter. "Are they coming?" askfd Luella, as the wild tumult of shouts stilled for a moment and a elngle voice could be heard. I peered cautiously around the corner. "There's a gentleman In a billycock hat who's rather anxious to have them lead the way," I said; "but they seem to prefer listening to fighting." The gentleman whose voice was for war I discovered to be my snake-eyed friend. He seemed to be having difficulty with the language, and was eking out his Pidgin-English with pantomime. "There!" cried Luella with a start; "what's that?" A heavy blow shock the walls of the building and sounded through the passage. "Good!" I said. "If our friends yonder are going to make trouble they must do it at once. Corson's got an ax, and the door will be down first they know." "Than Heaven!" whispered Luella. And then she began to tremble. The blows followed fast upon each

otner, out suddenly tney were

drowned in a chorus of yells, and a volley of revolver shots sent the bullets spatting against the door. "Look out, Miss Knapp," I said. "They're coming. Stand close behind me, and crouch down if they get thi3 far." The band was advancing with a frightful din, but was making more noise than speed. Evidently it had little heart for its job. I looked into the yelling mob for the snake-eyed agent of Doddridge Knapp, but could not single him out. I dared wait no longer. Aiming at the foremost I fired twice at the advancing assailants. There were shouts and screams of pain in answer, and the line hesitated. I gave them the remaining cartridge, and, seizing the smaller weapon from Luella, fired as rapidly as I could pull the trigger. The effect was instantaneous. With a succession of howls and curses the band broke and ran all save one man, who leaped swiftly forward with a long knife in his hand. It would have gone hard with me if he had ever reached me, for he was

a large and powerful fellow, and my last shot was gone. But in the dark

and smoky passage he stumbled over the prostrate body of the first desperado whom I had been fortunate enough to knock down, and fell sprawling at full length almost at my feet. With one leap I was on his back, and with a blow from the revolver I had quieted him, wrenched the knife from his hand and had the point resting on his neck. Luella gave a scream. "Oh!" she cried, "are you hurt?" "No," I said lightly, "bift I don't think this gentleman Is feeling very well. He's likehr to have a sore head for a day or two." "Come bacli here," said Luella In a peremptory tone. "Those men may come again and shoot you." "I don't think so." said I. "The door is coming down. But, anyhow, I can't leave our friend here. Lie still!" I growled, giving the captive a gentle prod in the neck with the point of his knife to emphasize my desire to have peace and quiet between us. I heard him swear under his breath. The words were foreign, but there

was no mistaking the sentiment behind them. "You aren't killing him, are you?" inquired Luella anxiously. "I think it might be a service to the country," I confessed, "but Itl save him fcr the hangman." "You needn't speak so regretfully," laughed Luella, with a little return of her former spirit. "But here our people come."

The ax had been plied steadily, but the door came down wrth difficulty. At last it was shaking and yielding, and almost as Luella spoke it swayed, bent apart, and broke with a crash, and with a babel of shouts Corson, Porter, Barkhouse and Wainwright, with two more policemen, poured through the opening. "Praise .the powers, you're safe!" cried Corson, wringing my hand, while the policemen took the prostrate Ckinese in charge. "And is the young lady hurt?" "No harm done," said Luella. "Mr. Wilton is quite a general." I called my men aside and spoke sharply. "You haven't obeyed orders," I said. "You, Porter, and you, Barkhouse were to keep close by me to-night. You didn't do it, and it's only by good luck that the young lady and I were not killed. You. Wainwright, were to follow Tom Terrill. I saw Terrill just now in a gang of Chinese, and you turn up on the other side of a barred door."

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FOR MADAM AND MADEMOISELL

By BEATRICE IMOGENE HANSEN

ABOUT THE HANDS. Cold weather brings chapped hands, chapped lips, and roughened skin. To prevent the chapped hands the greatest care must be taken to thoroughly dry them after each washing-. Do not make the mistake of leaving the wrist where the sleeve ends damp, as a red, rouph ring is certain to come if it, too. is not carefully dried. A few drops of 3enifu juice dropped into t lie water will help to soften the hands, and lemon juice rubbed on the hands Is an excellent

whitener. USycerine is bettor for the hands than creams, but for most skins it must be diluted, as it burns and dries tender skins. To have beautiful hands requires

daily attention and constant care. The linger nails must be watched very carefully if one wishes them even in a pood condition, not to speak of p riecUon. The hands ought to be soaked in warm, soapy water for at hast live minutes when one beprins to work on the nails. Pry them and carefully push the cuticle back from the nail. Do not cut the cuticle if it is possible to avoid it, as

tills makes ujrly little "cushions around the nail and these- are unnatural

and unsightly as well. There is no way

to keep the fingers free from hangnails, except by clipping off the hangnail in the beginning with very sharp scissors. The pastes and unguents

which many people use are not used by those of the most refined taste, and the shiny nail is no longer permitted.

Instead absolute cleanliness, without the cosmetics so much used formerly, is the thing desired. It Is the fashion of the moment to have lily-white hands as soft as a baby's, but just how to attain this seems to be xi secret with every one except Dame Nature who bestows beautiful hands in just such Quantities as to make those of us who haven't them envious of those who have. The tiny moons at the base of the finger nails are supposed to Indicate aristocratic birth and superior qualities of the heart and sympathy which is ridiculous, as they are to be found among the lowliest as well as the loftiest. Some women have absolutely disfigured their fingers trying to produce these moons which persist in hiding under the llesh, and some have even undergone pain and danger "treating" their fingers for them. - But cleanliness and absolute care will do . . : .. .3 . .

more tnan au me cosniene uuu uvaiments which "beauty specialists" can possibly advise.

length and coming over the back of the hand, are here. They are, as a rule, of gauze or lace and match the yoke of the gown, while an upper sleeve more or less brief is of material like the bodice or its trimming. Shirt waists and coats of velvet ara worn with cloth skirts with excellent effect. A little color is Introduced into most of the new evening blouses of lace or net trimmed with lace. Narrow folds of velvet or silk or silk braid is sparingly used to give the touch of color. A graceful costume seen recently

was of line cloth in cinnamon color. It was trimmed with a two-inch silk braid, and cloth covered buttons. The coat was linger length and dipped a

little at the sides. Mole gray Is another stylish color for fall. A beautiful costume Is made of that clotli and trimmed with bias bands of velvet of the same shade. A vest of pale gobelin blue is worn with this suit and lovely enameled buttons are used in the trimming.

Our Pattern Department

GRACEFUL OVER-BLOUSE.

WASHING CUT GLASS.

To wash cut glass use borax In the water, and the result will be sparkling, shining glass that glistens as brilliantly as it did when new. If a cut glass cruet has become stained with vinegar sediment, or a vase with sediment from llowers, or any other piece of glass where it is hard to reach Into wash, chop up a peeled raw potato and put iTito a bottle with sufficient water or suds to just cover the potato. Leave it for several hours, giving an occasional shaking, empty and rinse well. If necessary, repeat. The results will bo found most satisfactory.

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FASHION IILVTS.

The up-to-date woman wears a walking suit of rather somber tint, very well cut, and made after rather severely tailored lines. Her hat, however, may make up in color what her suit lacks. Long sleeves wrinkled their entire

OVKUCOMING A COOKING ODOIL When you discover to your horror that the dining room smells of cooking and there is no time to give it a thororgh airing before the guests come In to dinner, open the windows for a second to change the air In the room. Then bring Into the room a cup of boiling water and pour Into it a few drops of oil of lavender, and you will be relieved to find that not a trace of tho stuffy smell remains.

TURNING OUT PUDDINGS. It is trying to have a good boiled pudding ruined in the turning out. Yet how often we have, one sent to our tables an unsightly flattened mass. This can easily be prevented If you remember to dip the moulds of all hot puddings in iced or very cold water for about thirty seconds before turning out. Cold puddings or Je'lles should be dipped for an Instant Into very hot water. Only for an instant, however, otherwise they will soften.

Pattern No. 5932. There Is something wonderfully attractive about these over-blouse effects. They aro certainly very becoming and their popularity Is as great as ever. An excellent model is here shown for the home dressmaker, that will develop well in most of the season's fabrics. It is shown in cream white voile and worn over an imder-blouse of net. Inverted pleats over the shoulders gtvo a graceful amount of fullness that is softly adjusted at the waistline. Aa odd and pleasing feature of the moda is the way the square corners of tho neck aro turned down and fastened with an ornamental button. If preferred, they may be left square a3 shown In tho small view. Pongee, foulard, voije, cashmere and broad

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But as we turned a sudden cry j and then made a leap for the stair.

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,ueu uu a cnorus oi yens tnere was Porter here hunting for an ax.

mf cracK oi a pistol, ana a ounet struck the door close to my ear. j It was all done in an instant. Be- I

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sounded as of an order given. There

was a bang of wood and a click of : yem hit?"

metal, and as we looked we saw that

unseen hands had closed the way to our return. A barred and iron-bound door was locked in our faces.

"Oh!" cried Luella anxiously; "were

CHAPTER XVIII. The Battle in the Maze. Por an instaat I was overwhelmed

"No, I'm all right," I safd, "but it was a close shave. The gang means mischief." "Well, tell me something I can do," she said. I gave her my small revolver. "Hand that to me when I want it," I said. "If I'm killed, get up the stairs

save you. "Well, just keep close to me for the rest of the night and we'll say no more about it. There's no great damage done nothing but a sore knuckle." I was feeling now the return effects cf my blow on the coolie's chin. "I don't understand this. Mr. Wilton." said Corson in confidential perplexity. "I don't see why the Laythen were after yez." (To be Continued.)

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