Nappanee Advance-News, Volume 31, Number 49, Nappanee, Elkhart County, 1 February 1911 — Page 3

BYNOPSIB. > —— Howard Jeffries, banker’s son, under the evil Influence of Robert Underwood, a fellow-student at Yule, leads a life of dissipation, marries the daughter of a ghmbler who died in prison, and is disowned by his father. He tries to get work and fails. A former college chum makes a business proposition to Howard which requires $2,000 cash, and Howard is broke. Robert Underwood, -who has been repulsed by Howard’s wife. Annie, in his college days, and had once been engaged to Alicia, Howard's stepmother, has apartments at the Astruria. Howard decides to ask Underwood fodHhe $2,000 he needs. • Underwood, taking advantage of his Intimacy with Mrs. Jeffries. Sr., becomes a sort of social highwayman. Discovering; his true character she denies him the house. Alicia receives a note from Underwood. threatening suicide. Art dealers for whom he has been acting as commissioner, demand an accounting. He cannot make good. Howard Jeffries calls In an> intoxicated condition. He asks Underwood Tar $2,000 and is told by the latter that he is in debt up to his eyes. Howard drinks himself into a maudlin condition, and goes to sleep on a divan. A caller is announced and Underwood draws a screen around the? drunken sleeps**. Alicia enters. She demands a promise, from him that he will not take his life, pointing to the disgrace that would attach to.herself. Underwood refuses to promise urriess she will renew her patronage. v*ThlS she refuses to do Underwood kills himself. The report of the pistol awakens Howard. He stumbles over the dead body of Underwood, Realizing his predicament he attempts to flee and is met by Underwood’s valet. CHAPTER Vlll.—Continued.^ Howard was at no time an athlete, and now, contrasted with the burly policeman, a colossus in strength, he seemed like a puny hoy. His cringing, frightened attitude, as he looked up in the captain's bulldog face, was pathetic. The crowd of bystanders could hardly contain their eagerness to take in every detail of the dramatic situation. The prisoner sober by this time, and thoroughly alarmed. "What, do you want me for?” he cried. “I haven't done anything. The man's dead, but I didn’t kill him.” "Shut your mouth!" growled the captain. Dragging Howard after him, he made his wav to the elevator. Throwing his' prisoner into the cage, he turned to give orders to his subordlnate. , —“MatOfiey. you come with me and bring Officer Delaney." Addressing the otlref nien. Be said: "You other fellers look after things down here. Don’t let any of these people come upstairs.” Then, turning to the elevator boy, he gave the command: "Dp with her.” The elevator, with its shot upward, stopped with a jerk at the fourteenth flpor, and the captain, once more laying a brutal hand on Howard, pushed him out into the corridor If ft could be said of Capt. Clinton •that he had any system at all, it was to be as brutal as possible with everybody unlucky enough to fall into his hands. Instead of regarding his prisoners as innocent until' found guilty, as they are'justly entitled to be regarded upder the law, he. took the directly opposite stand. Ha considered ail his prisoners as guilty as hell until they had succeeded in proving themselves innocent. Even then he had his doubts. When a jury brought in a verdict of acquittal, he shook his head and growled. He had the greatest contempt for a jury that would acquit and the warmest regard {pr a jury which convicted. He bullied and maltreated his prisoners because he firmly believed in undermining their moral and physical resistance. When by ' depriving them of sleep and food, by choking them, clubbing them and l Tightening them he had reduced them to a state ,of nervous terror, to the border of physical collapap, he experience that they would no longer he in condition to withstand his merciless cross examinations; Demoralized., unstrung, they would blurt but the ’troth and so convict themselves. The ends of justice would thus be served. ? Capt. Clinton prided himself on the thorough manner in which he conducted these,.examinations of persons under arrest. It was a laborious ordeal, but always succesful. He owed his” present position on the force to the skill with which he browbeat his prisoners into "confessions.” • With his “third degree" seances be arrived at results better and more quickly than in any other way. All his convictions had been secured by them. The press and meddling busybodies called his system- barbarous, n revival of the*old titne torture chamber. What did he care what the people said as long as he convicted his man? Wasn't that what he was paid for.? He was there to find the murderer, and he was going to do it. He pushed his way into the apartment, followed Maloney and the other policemen, who dragged along the unhappy Howard. TKPdead man still lay where he had fallen. Capt. Clinton stooped down, but made no attempt to touch the corpse, merely satisfying himself that Underwood was dead. Then, after a casual survey of the room, be said to his sergeant: “We won’t touch a thing, Maloney, till the coroner arrives. , He'll be here any minute, and he’ll give the order for the undertaker. You can call up headquarters so the newspaper boys get’ the story.” ' While the sergeant went to the telephone to carry out these orders, Capt. Clinton turned to look at Howard, who had collapsed, .white and trembling, into a chair. ' “What do you want with me?" cried " Howard appealingly. *'T assure you I had nothing to do with this. My wife’s expecting me home. Can't I go?’.’ "Shut up!" thundered the captain. His arms folded, his eyes sternly fixed upon him, Capt. Clinton stood ecr'-ontipE the unfortunate youth,

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The Peraittenc# cf His Stare Made Howard Squirm.

staring at him without saying a word. The persistence of v his stare made Howard squirm.- It was decidedly unpleasant. He did not mind the detention so much as this man’s overbearing, bullying manner. He knew he was innocent, therefore- he had nothing to fear. But why was this police captain staring at him so? Whichever way he sat, whichever way his eyes turned, he saw this bulldog-faced policeman staring silently at him. Unknown to him, Captr ~Clinton had already begun the dreaded police ordeal known as the “third degree.” * ; CHAPTER Fifteen minutes passed without a word being spoken. There was deep silence in the room. It was so quiet that once could have heard a pin drop. Had a disinterested spectator been there to witness it, he would have been at once impressed by the dramatic tableau presented—the dead man on the floor, his white shirt front spattered with blood, the cringing, frightened boy crouching in the chair, the towering figure of the police captain sitting sternly eyeing his hapless prisoner, and at the far end of the room Detective Sergeant Maloney busy sending hurried messages through the telephone. “What did you do it for?” thundered the captain suddenly. Howard's tongue clove to his palate: He,could scarcely articulate. He was innocent, of .course, but there was something in this mans manner which made him fear that he might, after all, have had something to do with the tragedy. Yet he was positive that he was .asleep on the bed all the time. The question Is,/would anybody believe him? He shook his head pathetically. “I didn’t do it. Really, I didn’t.” “Shut your mouth! You’re lying, and you know you're lying. Wait.till the coroner comes. We’lP fix you" . Again there was silence, and now began a long, tedious wait, both men retaining the same positions, the captain watching his prisoner as a cat watches a mouse. Howard’s mental anguish was almost unendurable. He thought of his poor wife who must be waiting up for him all this time, wondering what had become of him. She would Imagine the worst, and there .was no telling what she might do. If only -could, get word to her. Perhaps she would be able to explain things. Then he thought of his father. They, had quarreled, it was true, but after all it was his own flesh fhd blood. At such a critical situation as this, one forgets. His father could hardly refuse to come to his assistance. He must get a lawyer, too, to protect his interests. This police captain had no right to detain him like this. He must get word to Annie without delay. Summoning up all his courage, he said boldly: “You are detaining me here without warrant In law. 1 know my rights. I am the son of ohe of the most influential men in the city.” “What’s your name?” growled the 1 captain. "Howard Jeffries.” \ "Son of Howard Jeffries, the bank-' er?” _ Howard nodded “Yes.” The captain turned to his sergeant. “Maloney, this feller says he’s the son of Howard Jeffries, the banker." Maloney leaned over and whispered something in the captain’s ear. The captain smiled grimly. “So you’re a bad character, eh? Father turned you out of doors, eh? Where's that girl you ran away with?” Sharply he added: “You see I know your record.” . “I’ve done nothing. I’m ashamed of," •replied Howard calmly. “I married the girl. She’s waiting my. return now. Won’t you please let me send her a message?" The captain eyed Howard sitspTciously for a moment, then he turned to his sergeant: * ' ,

“Maloney, telephone this man’s wife. What's the number?” “Eighty-six Morningslde.” Maloney again got busy with the telephone and the wearying wait began once njOfe. The clock soon struck two. For a whole hour he had been subjected to this gruelling process, jdnd still the lynx-eyed captain sat there watching his quarry. If Capt. Clinton had begun to have any doubts when Howard told him who his father was, Maloney’s Information immediately put him at his ease. It was all clear to him now. The youth had never been any good. Hls own father had kicked him out. He was in desperate financial straits. He had come to this man’s rooms to make a demand for money. Underwood had refused and there w r as a quarrel, and he shot him. There was probably a dispute over the woman-. Ah, yes, fie remembered now. This girl he married was formerly a sweetheart of Underwood’s. Jealousy was behind it as well. Besides, wasn’t he caught red-handed, with blood on his hands, trying to escape from the. apartment? Oh, they had him dead to rights, all right. Any. magistrate would * hold him on such evidence. “It's the Tombs for him, all right, all right,” muttered the captain to himself; “and majjbe promotion for me.” Suddenly there was a commotion at the door. The coroner entered, followed by the undertaker. The two men advanced quickly Into the room, and took a look at the body. After making a hasty examination, the coroner turned to Capt. Clinton. "Well, captain, I guess lie’s dead, all right." “Yes, and we’ve got our man, too,” The coroner turned to look at the prisoner, . “Caught him red-handed, eh? Who is he?” Howard was about to blurt out a reply, when the captain thundered: "Silenhe!” To the Coroner, the captain explained: 1 "He’s the scapegrace son of Howard Jeffries, the banket No good—bad egg, His father tdsned him out

Profitah’e Qiass Eye. "Nobody if -;oing to poke out a good eye just 'or the sake of getting a gis& eye,” said ‘the city salesman, ‘“hut I know a man who makes money on his glass 'eye. He goes to Europe three times a year on business. While there he does a little trading In jewels as a side line. It is on the homeward trip that he turns his glass eye to good account. In the cavity back of it he carries two or three small but valuable diamonds. Half the duty saved is his commission on these stones alone. The customs Inspectors have never' got on td him. Naturally they can’t go around jabbing their fingers into people’s eyes.'—New Ybrk Sun. A Chance in Any Case. Murlgl (letting him down easy)—l should advise you-not to take it to heart. I might prove a most undesirable wife. Marriage is a lottery, ou know. Malcolm (bitterly)'—lt strikes me as more like a raffle. "One than gets the prize and the others get the Bhake.— Smart Set ' /j- Men and Kings. The people may be able to follow; they cannot be made to understand Ttr king’s mind Is the wind, and grass are the middle of the people;-whither the wind blows, thither the grass bends.; —Confucius.

of doors. There is no question about his guilt. Look at' his hands. We caught him trying to gl-t away.” The coroner rose. He believed in doing things promptly,. "I congratulate you, captain. Quick work like this ought to do your reputation'good. The community owes a debt to the officers of the law if they succeed in apprehending criminals quickly. You've been getting some pretty hard knocks lately, but 1 guess you know your business." The captain grinned broadly. “I guess I do. Don’t we, Maloney?” "Yes, cap.,” said Maloney, quietly. The coroner turned to go. “Well, there's'nothing more for me to do here. The man is dead. Let justice take its course.” Addressing the undertaker, he said: "You can retnove.the body." The men set about the work Immediately. Carrying the corpse into the inner room, they commenced the work of laying it out. “I suppose,” said the coroner, "that you'll take your prisoner immediately to the station house, and Jtefifffil the magistrate to-morrow morning?” “Not just yet;” grinned the captain. "I want to put a few questions to him first.” The ecironep smjled. "You’re going to put him through the ‘third degree,’ eh? Every one's heard of your . star-chamber ovdeals. Are they really so dreadful?” "Nonsense!” laughed the captain. "We wouldn't harm a baby, would we, Maloney?" The sergeant quickly Indorsed hi* chief’s opinion. “No, Cap.” -Turning to go, the coroner said: “Well, good-night, captain.” “Good-night, Mr. Coroner.” Howard listened to all this like one transfixed. They seemed to be talking about him. They were discussing some frightful ordeal of which he was to be a victim. What was this 'third degree’ they were talking about? Now he remembered. He had heard of innocent men being bullied, maltreated, deprived of food and sleep-for days, in order to force them to tell what the police were anxious to find out He had heard of secret assaults, of midnight clubbings, of prisoners being choked and, brutally, kicked by a gang of ruffianly policemen, in ordw to force them into some . damaging admission. A chill ran down his spine as he realized h’is utter helplessness. If he could only get word to a lawyer. Just as the coroner was disappearing through the d00r,.-he darted forward and laid a hand on his arm. - “Mr.- COroner, won’t you listen to me?” he exclaimed. The coroner startled, drew back. "I cannot interfere,” he said coldly. ' “Mr. Underwood, was a friend of mine,” explained Howard. “I came here to borrow money. I fell asleep on that sofa. When I woke up be was dead’! I was frightened. I tried to get away. That’s, the truth, so help me God!” The coroner looked at “him Sternly ahd made no reply. No one could ever reproach trim with sympathizing with criminals. Waving his hand at Capt. Clinton, he said: “Goodnight, eftptain.” “Good night, Mr. Coroner " The door slammed and Capt. Clinton, with a twist of his powerful arm, yanked his prisoner back into his seat. Howard protested. ?' “You’ve got no right to treat me like this. You exceed your powers. 1 demand to be taken' before a magistrate at once?' The captain grinned, and pointed %o the clock. „ ; “Say, young feller, see what time it |§? Two-thirtv a. m. Our good magistrates are all comfy in their virtuous beds. Well have to wait till morning." , (TO BE CONTINUED.) '

CattffrT'ace in Danger. Mr. Jepson'is a calm man, not easily upset-. On one occasion as his motor car had come to a sudden stop be crawled beneath to see what was the matter. Somehow or other some gasolin ignited. A fierce burst of flame and smoke came forth, enveloping Mr. Jepson. In the midst of the excitement he walked to one side, with his usual slo'w and regular step. His face was black, his eyebrows and eyelashes were singed, and what was left of his hair and beard was a sight to behold. Someone brought a mirror, and he had a look at himself. As usual, however, he took matter philosophically. "Well,” he said, -slowly and deliberately. "I was needing a shave and my hair cut anyway!” Manners. What a rare : Ift is that of manners! difficult to how much more difficult to impart! Better for a man to possess thet than wealth, beauty or talent! They will more tharr supply all. —Bulwer Lytton. ■ Fateful w A little English girl named France* Cole write in . her book' at school: “This Is my last sum.” The next day shedled. Aid to the Hearing, i It is said_Jgr_anatomits that people hear belteg with their souths open.

hat and Trimmings

A Smart Hat and How to Trim It,— Small hajis tire very fashionable just now, besides being very convenient for ordinary wear, as they keep the hair neat and prevent it from blowing about in a high wind. The up-to-date folded shape is by no means difficult to make, and the woman who hqg glever fingers can easily work out one for herself. The idea shown in the accompnaying sketch will ü be found excellent, as it is new enough to be quite smart, and yet not in any way /exaggerated. It is more becomlVig/to the face than a brimless turban, also the light line of the small brim sets off the hair well anu saves the general effect from being at all heavy: The Materials—A crown of folded black velvet and a brim of creamcolored lace would be most useful, as It would go with any costume, then the rosette at the side might be worked out In dull gold, or In any bright shade which happens to suit the wearer: or the crown might be of black corded silk, and the brim and rosette of one of those fashionable Paisleypatterhed ribbons. An all blue hat with the crown and brim both alike, and Just a touch of bright green or gold in the rosette at the side would be very smart with a navy costume, or all brown with a brown costume. The rosette might be replaced by a ..little furry head to match the stole and muff. Endless changes can be rung on this idea, so that it can be made to suit almost any circumstances. A yard of narrow velvet, or half a yard of wide silk will be enough for the crown. The brim will take a yard of ribbon, and the rosette about another half. Os course, these qukhtltles will'vary a little according to the size of the bat chosen. You will also need a buckram shape, which should be large enough to come well down on the head, and an odd scrap of thin silk or sateen for the lining The Making. —ls the shape Is not wired, you must wire it round the brim as shown in the illustration. Choose wire which matches the ribbon- or lace with which you mean to cover the brim, and hold it down by strong stitches all round the edge. Now-take the lace, lay It wrong side out on the Inner side of the brim, stitch it down, turn it over the right side and draw It up round the head on the right side of the brim so that it sets quite smoothly without any wrinkles or puckers. Line the wrong side of the briin with lace tp match, care that the edge of the lining ctJvers the place where the upper lace was stitched on. Hold the lining to the upper lace.by tiny invisible stitches; and then gather the other edge of It into the head of the hat. The draping of the crown calls for some skill The crown itself is nothing but a round piece of material, the edge turned in and gathered, then drawn in round-the hflt to meet the late. This is arranged so that the join is quite hidden, and it goes up at the left hand side to allow space for Gather the crown on looifely, hoM it Jn by pins, and try it on, making jtstand up more at one part and lie flatter at another till •you are quite sure that it suits you, then catch it down by small invisible stitches hero and there so that it will remain in the folds which you have chosen. *' ' , Remepaber to stitch only in the little dips which are made by tfie folds. If you try to sew through the upstanding parts they will crinkle, and the whole thing will have a lumpy, blistered look which is far from' pretty/*

NEW THING IN TRIMMING Metal Dresden Ribbon, Used Judiciously, Gives Effect of Richnett and Beauty/ Not exactly that, yet one does not quite know what to call it. 'Here is a Paris gown—corn-color chiffon cloth over yellow silk. The trimming—what is it? “Dresden ribbon ” you will say at' first. But look! The ribbon is gold tissue, stiff and shlniifg, and yet, somehow, the pink roses and green leaves are woven into It and,- as It were, veiled with gold. Could anything be lovelier ? Yes', for on the bodice the same ribbon appears—this time .cut so as to admit Inserts of heavy ecru lace, through which the chiffon cloth shows. It is the acme of richness and of beauty—a sympfiony in gold. This metal Dresden ribbon, as it may be called, comeß in silver also. Imagine it with a gown of deep silve;y blue, ihe .rihhon Itself sprinkled daringly with violets! Or- in copper, with duH< geraniums and a gown of

The illustration explains the method of making the rosette. The little ears which stand out all round must he wired and then joined together at the center. The full middle piece is tacked on to them, and then the whole thing is sewn securely to the hat. Press it well In against the foundation, for this will give it the pretty look of nestling against the folds and will make the wires stand out stiffly like a small crown. Last of all the lining must be sewn in. This is a piece of plain silk four or five, inches deep, and long enough to reach round the inside of the hat It is sewn on at the place where the crown and brim join, and any edge* which may be -left from the lining of the under brim are tucked beneath it The loose edge of it is hemmed, and a narrow tape or piece of ribbon is run through to draw it up to the head. MAKES A HANDSOME COAT Model for Day or Evening Adapted for Various Kinds of Materials. This is a style that may be carried out in velveteen, satin or face cloth. Our model Is in light mole-colored cloth with sleeves cut in with sides of

coat; it is lined throughout with cashmere satin in a soft shade of blue. Sable forms the collar and sleevebands and is also used for the muff; handsome silk tasseled ornaments give a finish to the whole. Toque of Paisley-patterned . velvet with band of handsome dull gold on the brim; a cluster of feathers' forms the trimming Materials required: 4% yardß 48 inches wide, 4 yards lining.

deep cream silk crepe! And always it is edged with satin.,of an appropriate color—brown with gold, blue or green with the silver, dull red with the copper. it is the most stunning trimming Paris has ever sent us. Lace Handkerchiefs. Imitation laces are usually not attractive, but some dainty ones that edge some handkerchiefs one of the shops is now shdwlng are particularly good. Princ ss laces are usually sold at prices that are prohibitive for most of us to enjoy possessing them, but these imitations are pretty enough for any woman to enjoy owning. There ft a tiny square of linen isl the middle and a great wide edging of the princess or princess and. Imitation point lace combined. They are a bit showy, but excellent Imitations and cost but a mere fraction of the genuine lace pieces. People who try-to Impress you with their wealth usually find it difficult to make both ends meet.

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