The Syracuse Journal, Volume 3, Number 9, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 7 July 1910 — Page 7

U-Zelda Dameron—J f ■ ‘ Sy MEREDITH NICHOLSON k I Copyright* 1904* by The Bobbs-Merrill Co. —uminiw'nn TntsftMum r ■ rrnun in ■

CHAPTER V— (Continued.) "Pirclon me —” Zelda brought her hors» to the curb —‘but I’ve lost my way. Can you tell me ” / Tlje girl stepped to the curb (and described the easiest way across town. She was small and trim of figure and had very blue eyes. “Thank you,” said Zelda, and Zan stalled forward. “You are Miss Dameron,” the teacher liaid, hesitatingly. “Yes.” Zelda turned toward her in surprise. “It’s been a long time since I saw you—as many as a dozen years.” The girli smiled and Zelda smiled, too. “I wish- I could remember. I’m sorry, [but won’t you help me?” “It was when you were a little girl—so [was I, but I was older —and my mother took me to see your mother, an 4 we played, you and I, that is, in thd* yard, while our mothers talked. You wore a red dress and I thought you were very grand.” The blue eyes were looking into the dark ones. There was a moment of hesitation and scrutiny. Then Zelda put'out her hand. I‘Ycu are my cousin. Olive—is iti#Merriam? —please don’t tell me that isn’t right!” ‘Yes; that is just right.” "I’m going to take you home, if you’re ready to go, Cousin Olive. I’m badly lost and don’t remember the way you to!<I me to go. It’s so ( exciting meeting a long-lost cousin!” Olive Merriam debated an instant, ’ inf which 'she surveyed her new-found cdusin doubtfully. She had started home when the battle at the schoolhouse door gave her pause. There was excuse for refusing. Zelda had gathered up the reins, and waited. •“Do come! Zan isn’t dangerous—and neither am I.” 1 “Thank you. I’ll have to come now tp show that I’m npp afraid.” ]( The boys lingered at a safe distance, and as Zelda drove past them at the corn er, several of them snatched off their caps and grinned, and Olive Merriam called good-night to them. . As Zelda followed the route indicated by her cousin, she was busy trying 10 find a lost strand of family history (hat proved elusive. She did not at all remember her mother’s brother, Thomas Merriam'. She had never heard her aunt or uncle speak of the relationship, and she surmised, now that she (thought of it, that here must be anothjer of those breaks in the family connection that had already revealed ragfeed edges. It was growing late, and rshe put Zan to her best paces, until presently they \ame out upon a broad A (paved thoroughfare. (' .“That’s better,” Said Zelda. “I’m sure I should never have found the i way out alone. I don’t believe I was ever down there before. Please let me drive you home. I haven’t the least f idea where that is, so if I’m going j wrong—“lt’b Harrison street.” Sh~e described the route. “You’re taking a lot of trouble about me.” ■ I “No. It’s the other way around. Td never have seen the court-house clock ■ again If it hadn’t been for you. And then—” they approached a cross street, and Zelda checked the flight of Zan and bent forward to see whether the coast- was clear —“and then” —-she loosened the rein and the animal sped forward again—“l’ve been looking awfully hard for a friend, Cousin Olive, and I want you!” • “Yoii are kind —but you don’t understand—a lot of things,” said Olive Merriam. “You and I can’t be friends. There are reasons- ” “I don’t care for any reasons,” said “But they’re not my reasons-—they’re other people’s! That’s our house there, where the shades are up and a light is in the window.” “I don’t care what other people say about anything”—and Zelda brought Zan to a stand at the curb in front of Olive’s door. “I’d ask you to stop—«— 01ive. f > “I’m going to stop,” sffid Zelda—“to see you quite on your threshold. Zan stands without hitching, usually. I’ll take my chances.” Harrison is only a street in miniature. A poet wrote a song about it that made it the most famous street in Mariona. The houses there are chiefly one-story-and-a-half cottages, and in one of these, which -was saved from intrusive eyes in summer by a double line of hollyhocks, and which had at its back door at seasonable times a charming old-fashioned garden, lived Olive Merriam and her mother. , Olives threw open the door and Zelcteu stepped into a sitting-room—the house had no hall —where a coal fire burnsl • cozily in a grate. The room ran the length of the house; the woodwork was white; the floor was pine, stained a dull red and covered with rugs made of old carpet. A student lamp with a green shade stood on a table in the center of the rodm. There were magazines and books on the table, and shelves in the corners held other books. An elderly woman looked up from the paper she had been reading as the door opened. A cane lay on the floor beside her and told the story of the lines of pain in her face. “Mother, this is Zelda Dameron. She has brought me home,” said Olive. “She didn’t want me to at all, but I made her let me,” said Zelda, crossing the room and taking Mrs. Merriam’s hand. - The woman bent her eyes—they were blue like Olive’s—upon the girl with a grave questioning. “You are Margaret’s daughter—you are Ezra Dameron’s daughter," she said. “Yes; and I didn’t know about you at all until I found Olive tp-day. And I didn’t know that any Merriams anywhere lived in a house like this. Why, „dt’s a home. I’m going—but tell me—that I may come back again.” There was something so sincere and

wistful” in Zelda’s tone as she spoke, standing between the firelight and the lamplight; something, too, in the glance of appeal she gave the little room, that broke down the antagonism in Mrs. Merriam’s eyes. She put out her hand again. “Yes; I hope you will come. We shall be glad Ao see you.” Olive followed Zelda to the steps, and saw the runabout turn in the narrow street and whirl away. She watched it until erect figure passed like a flash under the electric light at the corner and disappeared into the dark beyond. 1 “What miracle is this?” asked Mrs. Merriam of Olivte. “Nothing short of a miracle would account for it.” “I met her down at ..the schoolhouse. She had lost her way and ed me how to find Jefferson street. called her by name—she seemed to remember me, and then she insisted on bringing me home. She seemed rather pitiful; she said she was lonesome and wanted a. friend.” Olive sat down on a stool at her mother’s feet. She was afraid to show too much interest, in this new-found cousin. Her‘mother was clearly puzzled and troubled; the moment was difficult; but she felt that it was important to determine their future relations with Zelda Dameron now. “She is very like her mother. It gave me a shock to see her. Margaret had that same impulsive way. In any one else it would have seemed strained and theatrical, but no one ever thought of it in Margaret. Every one always said, when she did anything a little odd, that it was just like Margaret Dameron. Your father hadn’t any of that; he wasn’J like the rest of the Merriams. He tried to be on good terms with Ezra Dameron, though Ezra never appreciated it; and the rest of them dropped us for countenancing him. But Zelda —what do you think of her?” ' “She didn’t give me time to think. She charmed me! I never saw anybody like her in the world. She has such an air of mystery—that doesn’t seem just the word, but I don’t know what to call it. She’s adorable!” CHAPTER VI. Rodney Merriam and Morris Leighton walked up High street to the Tippecanoe Club, which occupied a handsome old brick mansion that had been built by the Merriams who had afterward lost his money. Merriam usually went there late every afternoon' to look over the newspapers, and to talk to the men who dropped in one their -way home. He belonged also to the Hamilton, a much larger and gayer club that rose to the height of five stories in the circular plaza abbut the soldiers’ monument at the heart of the. city; but he never went there, for it was noisy and full of politics. Many young men fresh from college belonged to the Tippecanoe, and Merriam - liked to talk to them. He was more constant to the club than Morris, though they often went there together. A number of men were sitting about the fireplace in the lounging-room. The lazy blqzing logs furnished the only light. A chorus of good-evenings greeted the two men in unmistakable cordiality, and the best chair in the room was pushed toward Rodney Merriam. “Mr. Merriam, Captain Pollock; and Mr. Leighton.” j A young man rose and shook hands j with the newcomers. Merriam did notl know most of the group by name. He had reached the age at which it seems unnecessary to tax the memory with] new burdens. It was, he held, good; club manners to speak to all the mem you meet in a club, whether you know( them or not. The youngsters at the) Tippecanoe were for the greater part' college graduates, just starting out in! the wprld and retaining a jealous hold’ of their youth through the ties of the elffb. | “Captain Pollock has been telling us about the Philippines,” said one of the group. “We’ve been trying to find out whether he’s an imperialist or how about it, but he won’t tell.” “That shows his good judgment,*’ said Merriam. “It shows that I want to keep -my job,” declared Pollock, cheerfully. “And I’ll be cashiered now for certain, if I don’t get back to the Arsenal. Major Congrieve expects me for dinner]” Baker, who had brought Pollock to the club, shook himself out of his chair and the others rose. “I’ll see that you find your way back to the reservation,” said Baker. “That’s very kind of you. And Pin Iglad to have met you, Mr. Merriam.” It was a soft voice, and as they went out into the hall, Merriam looked at the owner of it with interest. He was a sum young fellow, with friendly blue eyes, brown hair, and a slight moustache. His carriage -was that of the drilled man. West Point does not give a degree; in the usual acadenjic sense; but she writes something upon her graduates that is much more useful for purposes of identification. Frahk Pollock had been the shortest man in his class; but his scant} inches were all soldierly. The young man with whom, he had spent an hour at the Tippecanoe Club had been gathered up by Baker, who had met Pollock somewhere and taken a fancy to him. They all left the club together except Merriam and Leighton, who went to the newspaper room. But Merriam stared at the evening paper without reading' it, and when he got up to go presently,> he stopped at/the club register which layopen on a desk in the. hall. He put on his eye-glasses and scanned the page. The ink was fresh on the last signature: “Frank Pollock, U. S. A ” Rodney Merriam then walked toward his own house, tapping the sidewalk abstractedly with his stick. The next morning he called for (his horse early. He kept only one horse, for he never drove; but he rode nearly

every dhy when it was fair. His route was usually out High street toward the country; but to-day he rode downtown through the monument plaza and then struck east over the asphalt of Jefferson street, where a handsome old gentleman of 60, riding a horse that was remembered with pride at Lexington, was not seen .every day. Rodney Merriam was thinking e deeply this morning, and the sharp rattle of his horse’s hoofs on the hard pavement did not annoy him as it usually did. Arsenal is a word that suggests direful things, but the Arsenal that had been maintained through many peaceful years at Mariona, until the town in its growth leaped over the government stone walls and extended the urban lines beyond it, was really pretty park. The residences of the officers and several massive storehouses were, at' least, inoffensive to the eye. The native forest trees were aglow with autumn color, and laborers were collecting and carrying away dead leaves. Merriam brought his horse to a walk as* he neared the open gates. A private'came out of the little guard-house and returned Merriam’s salute. The man; gazed admiringly after the military figure on the thoroughbred, ■ though he had often seen rider and hors]* before, and he Mr. Merriam was a friend of Major Congrieve, the commandant.' The' soldier continued to stare after Rodney Marriant, curious to see whether the visitor would bring his hand to his hat as he nearted the flag that flapped high overhead. He was not disappointed; Rodney Meniam never failed to salute the colons, even when he was thinking hard; and he was intent upon an idea this! morning. The maid who answered the bell was not (sure whether Major Congrieve was at,, home; he had been packing, she said; but the commandant appeared at once and greeted his caller cordially. Major Congrieve was a trifle stout, but! his gray civilian clothes made the best of a figure that was not what ii hadt been. He was bald, and looked much better in a hat than without it. “You’ll pardon me for breaking in on our| packing. I merei came to register a kick. I don’t seem to know an of the! local news any more until it’s stale. I’v£ just heard that the Arsenal has been sold and I want to say that it’s an outrage to tear this place to pieces.” “-It is too bad; but I don’t see what you are going to do about it. I’ve already got my walking papers. The incident is closed as far as I am concerned-” ’’To give us an active post in exchange for the Arsenal is not to do us a kindness. We’ve got used to you gentlemen of the ordnance. Your repose has been an inspiration to'the community.” “No irony! The town has always been so good to me and mine that we’ve had no chance for repose.” (“But the Spanish War passed over ahd never touched you. I don’t believe the powers at Washington knew you Were here.” ( “Oh, yes, they did. They wired me every few hours to count the old guns in the storehouse, until I knew every piece of that old scrap iron by heart. If we’d used those old guns in that war, the row with Spain would have been on a more equal basis.” (’ “I suppose it would,” said Merriam, Who was thinking of something else. “But I’m sorry you’re going to leave. We never quite settled that little question about Shiloh; and I’m convinced that you’re xyrong about the Fitz-John (Porter case.” “Well, posterity will settle those questions without us. And ■would you (mind walking over to the office -with me ” “Bless me, I must be going! This was an unpardonable hour for a call.” ! “Not in the least; only I’ve another caller over there —Pollock, of the quartermaster’s department, who has been . sent out to take charge of the new post site. He’s a nice chap; you must know him.” “I’ll be very glad, some other time,” said Merriam. z “Which way does he come from?” s2,< “He’s a'Southern boy. Father was a Johnny "Reb. Another sign that the wa| is over and the hatchet buried.” "Pollock, did you say? Tennessee family? I seem to remember the name.” “I think so. Yes. I’m sure. I looked him up in (To be continued.) A Wonderful Snake. Snakes on the pampas of South America have many enemies. Burrowing owls feed on them, and so do horons and storks, which kill them with a blow of their pavelin beaks. The tyrant bird picks up the young snake by the tail, and, flying to a branch or stone, uses the reptile as a flail until its life is battered out. The large lizard of the pampas, the iguana, is a famous snake killer. It smites the snake to death with its powerful tail. Mr. Hudson in his “Naturalist in la Plata” tells this story: One day a friend of mine was riding out looking after his cattle. One end of his lasso was attached to his saddle, and the remainder of the forty foot line was allowed to trail on the ground. The rider noticed a large iguana lying apparently asleep, and, although he rode within a few inches, it did not stir. But no sooner had the rider passed than the trailing lasso attracted the . lizard’s attention. It dashed after the slowly moving rope and dealt it a succession of violent blows with its tail. When the whole of the lasso, several yards Os which had been pounded in vain, had passed , by, the iguana, with uplifted head, gazed after it with astonishment. Never had such a wonderful snake crossed its path before. Bill Too Material. “Now,” said Mrs. Dresser, “don’t you think my new hat is a perfect dream?” — “Well, no,” replied her husband; “to ; be a perfect dream the bill attached to it should also be merely a dream.” ■ —Catholic Standard and Times. Dates Back. “Who built {he first Dreadnought?” “Noah.”—Kansas City Journal. Never say die till you are dead—and then it’s no use:—Spurgeon.

HOW LANGE MAKES SILVER 1 Scranton Alchemist Tells Secret of Turning Base Metals Into More i Precious Stuff. ■ t Scranton, Pa.—Dr. F. W. Lange, thej Scranton physician and amateur al-j chemist in whose laboratory Charles C. Dickinson, the banker, inhaled the fumes which were the remote cause of hife death, has given out a signed statement discussing his supposed dis-i covery of a means to transmutb base, metals into silver. Doctor Lange’s first experience with 1 metals was gained as an apprentice! tinsmith in Scranton, where he was | born in 1861. He began work in the ! tinshop when he was fifteen and by j working days and studying nights, j saved money and prepared himself, to enter Wesleyan university, at Mid-1 dietown, Conn. He was twenty-threej when he entered college. He studied chemistry under Professor Atwater and biology under Prof lessor Conn, and after taking his degree of bachelor of philosophy in 1888! 1'" ” Dr. F. W. Lange. entered Hahnemann college, in Philadelphia, where he was graduated in 1891. Since then Doctor Lange .has practised medicine and has interested himself in several industrial enterprises. In his statement, which he calls “The true story of Dr. F. W. Lange’s sensational discovery,” he discusses in very general terms his reported discovery of at least a piece of the philosopher’s stone and says: / - “What I have been evolving may be an apparent confirmation of the theory of alchemy, in which, however, 1 have no interest, as the things that interest me are ■ only such things as can be done scientifically.” At the same time he asks in large capitals; “Is my new metal silver! Does its manufacture mean that 1 have transmuted metals?” The doctor answers his own question by saying he thinks it is. “An investigation of ■ the chemicals involved in the preparation of a new “ smokeless powder,” Doctor L .nge says, led him into investigation “along the lines of nitrates and chlorides ’and the carbonates.” “Incidentally,” he says, “I met a party who threw out a statement that led me to investigate the combination of certain matrices by the use of which synthetically larger quantities of the elementary matter could be developed.” This then is Doctor Lange’s specific claim that he is able to combine silver with fluxes and obtain a greatly increased amount of silver. The old alchemists believed that silver would breed silver and gold. As to how far in his opinion the growing of silver can be carried, Doctor Lange says that the report that he can make a ton of silver from an original small quantity is quite ridiculous and that he has succeeded “in mulmolecules in that proportion.” Reviewing his discovery Doctor Lange says that while his discovery “may be an Apparent confirmation ol the theory of alchemy,” that doesn’t interest him, and that he does not care “to waste time aboul the philosopher’s stone.” Bunyan’s Birthplace. Judith, countess of Huntingdon, the niece of William the Conqueror, who founded the abbey which gave its name to the hamlet of Elstow gathered about its gates; Sir Humphrey Radcliffe, into whose hands the property passed at tjie dissolution of the monasteries; and the Hillesdon family, who afterwards built their mansion there, would be but names on a rarely turned page of history; the church, with its separate tower and its peal of ancient bells, the old Guest house on the village green, the stump of a cross recalling the fairs that were held there, would be no goal of pilgrimage but for a later name whose rank upon the roll of fame sheds back a light of interest upon all the details of its place and circumstance. Elstow gained its patent of nobility in 1628 through the birth of John Bunyan, and the visitor comes to it in the memory of his early years. He stands in the door of the church tower to recall Bunyan as a ringer of the bells, and walks to the green to see an imaginary game i of tip-cat, and enters the old Moot hall to revive the memory of Bun- , yan’s “unregenerate” dancing.—T. P.’s ! Weekly. | i, A Complete Equipment. ’ “Suppose there shouldn’t be a flood after all,” said Japhet after he had ( fed the animals. , “Our fortune is made anyhow," replied Noah. “We have the material i for the greatest ‘Uncle Tom’s CabJm production on earth.”

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