The Syracuse Journal, Volume 3, Number 27, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 3 November 1910 — Page 3

1/2 STORY • The Courage of Captain Plum By JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD a • [ (Copyright 1908 by Bobbs-MerrlU Co.) 1 CHAPTER I. The Two Oaths, On an afternoon in the early summer of 1856 Capt Nathaniel Plum, master and owner* of the sloop Typhoon, was engaged in nothing more Important than the smoking of an enormous pipe. Clouds of strongly odored smoke, tinted with the lights of the setting sun, had risen above his head in unremitting volumes for the last half hour. There.was infinite contentment in his face, notwithstanding the fact that he had been meditating on a subject that was not altogether pleasant. But Captain Plum was, in a way, a philosopher, though one would not have guessed this fact from his appearance. He was, in the first place, a young man, not more than eight or nine and twenty, and his strong, rather thin face, tanned by exposure to the sea, was just now lighted up by eyes that shone with an unbounded good humor which any instant might take the form of laughter. At the present time Captain Plum’s vision was confined to one direction, which carried his gaze out over Lake Michigan. Earlier in the day he had been able to discern the hazy outline of the Michigan wilderness 20 miles to the eastward. Straight ahead, shooting up rugged and sharp in the red light of the day’s end, were two islands. Between these, three miles away, the sloop Typhoon was strongly silhouetted in the fading glow. Beyond the islands and the sloop there were no. other objects for Captain Plum’s eyes to rest upon. So far as he could see there was no other sail. At his back he was shut in by a dense growth of trees and creeping vines, and unless a small boat edged close in around the end of Beaver island his place of concealment must remain undiscovered. At least this seemed an assured fact to Captain Plum. In the security of his position he began to whistle softly as he beat the bowl of bls' 3 pipe on his boot heel to empty it of ashes. Then he drew a long-barreled revolver from under a coat that he had thrown aside and examined it carefully to see that the powder and ball were in solid and that none of the caps was missing. From the same place he brought forth a belt, buckled it round his waist, shoved the revolver into its holster, and dragging the coat to him, fished out a letter from an inside pocket It was a dirty, much-worn letter. Perhaps he had read it a score of times. He read it again now, and then, refilling his pipe, settled back against the rock that formed a rest for his shoulders and turned his eyes in the direction of the sloop. The last rim of the sun had fallen below the Michigan wilderness and in the rapidly Increasing gloom the sloop was becoming indistinguishable. Captain Plum looked at his watch. He must still wait a little longer before setting out upon the adventure that had brought him to this isolated spot He rested his head against the rock, and thought. He had been thinking for hours. Back in the thicket he beard the prowling of some small animal. There came the pleepy chirp of a bird and the rustling of tired wings settling for the night. A strange stillness hovered about him, and with it there came over him a loneliness that was chilling, a loneliness that made'' him homesick. It was a new and unpleasant sensation to Captain Plum. He could not remember just when he had experienced it before; that is, if he dated the present from two weeks ago tonight. It was then thalt the letter had been handed to him in Chicago, < and it had been a weight upon his soul and a prick to his conscience ever since. Once or twice he had made up his mind to destroy it, but each time he had repented at the last moment. In a sudden revulsion at his weakness he pulled himself together, crumpled the dirty missive Into a ball and flung it out upon the white rim of beach. At this action there came a quick movement in the dense wall of verdure behind him. Noiselessly the tangle of vines separated and a head thrust itself out in time to see the bit of paper fall short of the water’s edge. Then the head shot back as swiftly and as silently as a serpent’s. Perhaps Captain Plum heard the gloating chuckle that followed the movement. If so he thought it only some night bird in the brush. "Heigh-ho!” he exclaimed, with some return of his old cheer, "it’s about time we were starting!” He jumped to his feet and began brushing the dust off his clothes. When he had done, walked out upon the

| rim of beach and stretched himself i i Uuui uiß arm uuues cracxea. Again the hidden head shot forth from its concealment. A sudden turn and Captain Plum would certainly have been startled. For It was a weird object, this spying head; Its face deadwhite against the dense green of the verd,ure, with shocks of long white hair; hanging down on each side, framing between them a pair of eyes that gleamed from cavernous sockets, like black glowing beads. There was unmistakable fear, a tense anxiety in those glittering eyes as Captain Plum waited toward the paper, but when he paused and stretched himself, the sole of his boot carelessly trampling the discarded letter, the head disappeared again and there came another satisfied bird-like chuckle from the gloom of the thicket Captain Plum now put on his coat, buttoned it close to conceal the weapons in his belt, and walked along the narrow water-run that crept like a white ribbon between the lake and the* Island wilderness. No sooner had he disappeared than the bushes and vines behind the rock were torn asunder and a man wormed his way through them. For an instant he paused, listening for returning footsteps, and then with startling agility darted to the beach and seized the crumpled letter. The person who for the greater part of the afternoon had been spying upon Captain Plfim from the security of the thicket was to all appearances a very small and a very old man, though there was something about him that seemed to belie a first guess at his age. His face was emaciated; his hair was white and hung in” straggling masses on his shoulders; his hooked nose bore apparently the infallible stamp of extreme age. Yet there was a strange and uncanny strength and quickness in his movements. There was no stoop to his shoulders. His head was set squarely. His eyes were as keen as steel. It would have been impossible to have told whether he was fifty or seventy. Eagerly he smoothed out the abused missive and evidently sucJI c L It Was a Dirty, Much-Worn Letter. ceeded even in the falling light in deciphering much of it, for the glimmer of a smile flashed over his thin features as he thrust the paper into his pocket. Without a moment’s hesitation he set out on the trial of Captain Plum. A quarter of a mile down the path he overtook the object of his pursuit. “Ah, how do you do, sir?” he greeted as the younger man turned about upon hearing his wMtoach. “A mighty fast pace you’re for an old man, sir!” He iXe into a laugh that was not altcKher unpleasant, and boldly held ouW hand. “We’ve been expecting you^but—not in this way. I hope there’s nothing wrong?” Captain Plum had accepted the proffered hand. Its coldness and the singular appearance of the old man who had come like an apparition chilled him. In a moment, however, it occurred to him that he was a victim of mistaken identity. As far as he knew there was no one on Beaver island who was expecting him. To the best of his knowledge he was a fool for being there. His crew aboard the sloop had agreed upon that point with extreme vehemence and to a man had attempted to dissuade him from the mad project upon which he was launching himself among the Mormons in their island stronghold. All this came to him while the little old man was looking up into his face, chuck- ' ling, and shaking his hand as if he were one of the most important and most greatly to be desired personages in the world. “Hope there’s nothing wrong, Cap’n?” he repeated. “Right as a trivet here, dad,” replied the young man, dropping the cold hajid that still persisted in clinging to his own. “But I guess you’ve got the wrong party. Who’s expecting me?" The old man’s face wrinkled itself in a grimace and one gleaming eye opened and closed in an understanding wink. “Ho ho, ho!—of course you’re not expected. Anyway, you’re not expected to be expected! Cautious —a born general!—mighty clever thing to do. Strang should appreciate it.” The old man gave vent to his own approbation in a series of inimitable chuckles. “Is that your sloop out there?” he inquired interestedly. Something in the strangeness of the situation began to interest Captain Plum. He had planned a little adventure of his own, but here was one that promised to develop into something more exciting. He nodded his head. “That’s her.’’ ' , . "Splendid cargo,” went on the old man. “Splendid cargo, eh?" "Pretty fair.” “Powder in good shape, th?”

“Dry as tihder.” “And balls—lots of balls, and a few guns, eh?” “Yes, we have a few guns,” said Captain Plum. The old man noted th« emphasis, but the darkness that had fast settled about them hid the added meaning that passed in a curious look over the other’s face. “Odd way to Come in, though—very odd!” continued the old man, gur gling and shaking as if the thought o> it occasioned him great merriment “Very cautious. Level business head. Want to know that things are on the square, eh?” “That’s it!” exclaimed Captain Plum catching at the proffered straw. Inwardly he was wondering when his feet would touch bottom. Thus far he had succeeded in getting but a single grip on the situation. Somebody was expected at Beaver island with powder and balls and guns. Well, he had a certain quantity of these mg> terials aboard his sloop, and if Wo could make an agreeable bargain— The old man interrupted the plan that was slowly forming itself in Cap tain Plum’s puzzled brain. "It’s the price, eh?” He laughed shrewdly. “You want to see the colof of the gold before you land the goods. I’ll show it to you. I’ll pay you the whole sum tonight. Then you’ll take the stuff where I tell you to. Eh? Isn’t that so?” He darted ahead of Captain Plum with a quick alert movement “Wi|l you please follow me, sir?” For an instant Captain Plum’s impulse was to hold back. In that instant it suddenly occurred to him that he was lending himself to a rank imposition. At the same time he was filled with a desire to go deeper into the adventure, and his blood thrilled with the thought of what it might hold for him. “Are you coming, sir?” The little old man had stopped a dozen paces away and turned expectantly. “I tell you again that you’ve got the wrong man, dad!” “Will you follow me, sir?” “Well, if you’ll have it so—damned if I won’t!” cried Captain Plum. He felt that he had relieved his conscience, anyway. If things should develop badly for him during the next few hours no one. could say that he had lied. So he followed light-heart> edly after the old man, his eyes and ears alert, and his right hand, by form, of habit, reaching under his coat to the butt of his pistol. His guide said not another word until they had traveled for half an hour along a twisting path and stood at last on the bald summit of a knoll from which they could look down upon a number of lights twinkling dimly a quarter of a mile away. One of these lights gleamed above all the others, like a beacon set among fireflies. “That’s St. James,” said the old man. His voice had changed. It was low and soft, as though he feared to speak above a whisper. “St. James!” The young man at his side gazed down silently upon the scattered lights, his heart throbbing in a sudden tumult of excitement. He had set out that day with the idea of resting his eyes on St. James. In its silent mystery the town now lay at his feet. “And that light—” spoke the old man. He pointed a trembling arm toward the glare that shone jnore powerfully than the others. “That light marks the sacred home of the king!” His voice had again changed. A metallic hardness came into it, his words were vibrant with a strange excitement which he strove hard to conceal. It was still light enough for Captain Plum to see that the old man’s black, beady eyes were startlingly alive with newly aroused emotion. “You mean—” “Strang!” He started rapidly down the knoll and there floated back to Captain Plum the soft notes of his meaningless chuckle. A dozen rods farther on his mysterious guide turned into a bypath which led them to another knoll, capped by a good-sized building made of logs. There sounded the grating of a key in a lock, the shooting of a bolt, and a door opened to admit them. “You will pardon me if I don’t light up,” apologized the old man as he led the way in. “A candle will be sufficient. You know there must be privacy in these matters—always. Eh? Isn’t that so?” Captain Plum followed without reply. He guessed that the cabin was made up of one large room, and that at the present time, at least, it possessed no other occupant than the singular creature who had guided him to it “It is just as well, on this particular night that no light is seen at the window,” continued the old man as he rummaged about a table for a match and a candle. “I have a little corner back here that a candle will brighten up nicely and no one in the world will know it. Ho, ho, ho!—how nice it is to have a quiet little corner sometimes! Eh, Captain Pliyp?” At the sound of his name Captain Plum started as though an unexpected hand had suddenly been laid upon him. So he was expected, after all, and his name was known! For a moment his surprise robbed him of the power of speech. The little old man had lighted his candle, and, grinning back over his shoulder, passed through a narrow cut in the wall that could hardly be called a door and planted his light on a table that stood in the center of a small room, or closet, not more than five feet square. Then h* coolly pulled Captain Plum’s old let ter from his pocket and smoothed * out In the dim light. (TO BE CONTINUED.) “Tong” appears to be the Chinese werd for “black hand." •

AEROPLANE DESIGNED TO CARRY SIX PASSENGERS ' I % .mi , l | l g!* l * • * I % --TF- -•' Cjk&f \ W THE- G/AETT LIEUT. J. W. Seddon of the British navy has just designed and built an enormous aeroplane which is intended to carry six passengers. Preliminary tests are being made with it near Wolverhampton, England. This "tandem biplane,” as it is called, differs entirely from any other flying machine now in use. The contrivance weighs about a ton, steel tubes take the place of wires, the planes cover an area of 1,000 feet and it will be propelled by two eighty-horse-power engines which are placed between the two sets of planes.

HORSE ON PENSION — —

Jerry, Equine Detective, Given AllOWfInCO for Services. bing himself, he pretended to be the victim of bandits. To carry out his deception the driver had fired one Corporation, Recognizing Eighteen 6hot lnto the wa n was about to Years Faithfulness, Will fire again. Just then Jerry got an Make Life Easy Rest of idea. He suddenly backed the wagon, Animal’s Days. the wheel hit the revolver, turned it and the bullet buried Itself in the Spokane, Wash. — Jerry, faithful driver’s leg. The seeming mystery servant and one-time detective, has surrounding the robbery was solved been pensioned by a great express soon afterward. company after serving that corpora- Eighteen years ago, when the popution for 18 years. latlon of Spokane was less than 15,000 Jerry is not an ordinary being. Un- Jerry and his team mate were bought tike many who have fitted into the by the company, the price paid being scheme of a great business, Jerry S6OO. They made the rounds together never would work on Sunday, how- until 1899, when the mate died. Jerry aver pressing might have been the was put between the shafts of a single occasion. wagon and he made the rounds alone, Jerry is bay gelding 15% hands simply because he would not work high and weighs 1,350 pounds. He double. He never forgot his teamwas foaled in 1886. Jerry’s pedigree mate. Is not worth mentioning. He was a Jerry became the pet of the office work horse and served 18 years with- force, the favorite of merchants and out a day off or a vacation. of the barn men through his intelliBesldes faithfully pulling the gence and gentleness. He always had wagon, Jerry has guarded the com- a box stall. Some time ago one of pany’s’ treasures. Several years ago the horses in the barn became ill. there apparently was a hold-up in the jerry was put in a single stall that

NEW YORK MAN NEVER KISSED Incidental to Engagement Handsome Easterner Makes Blushing Admlssion—Likes Girls. New York. —Can a man live 40 years in New York, with all its pretty girls, without kissing or being kissed? Here is one man who says he can. He points to his own case as an instance, and the other day he told why. Olin W. Hill, secretary of the Carnegie Safe Deposit company, is the man. He is over forty, handsome, well groomed, and bears all the outward marks of a man-about-town. But Mr. Hill has at last fallen a victim to Cupid’s darts, and he blushIngly admitted his engagement to Miss Martha Brown, daughter of Mrs. Slater Brown of Seattle. “The youpg woman is now in New York purchasing her trousseau," Mr. Hill said, “and she expects her mother here shortly. \ “Until now I have never been in love with any woman, have never kissed a womjm, or even thought of proposing. I Mad Intended to keep my engagement secret mfl Miss Browns mother arrive 3fend >n let her make the announcement, but the false reports that I to marry a stenographer named Mih Brown in the employ of the Trust company had to be corrected.” Mr Hill admitted; that he liked the girls well enough, bfit said that he believed that no man hsd a right to kiss one until after marriage. COVER POSTERS OF BALLET Members of Old Ladies’ iVame Resent Billboard Pictures of Women Scantily DressedA Wilkesbarre, Pa.—Opposite the Old Ladles' home in this city Ip a dead trail, which is used to advertise attractions at some of the local theaters. A billposter put up a dumber of posters of ballet dancers ( clad in gaudy and scant attire. i nm ates »f the house, who saw them from their windows, were indignant t They held a consultation jand then resolved on action,. They! procured s number of newspapers, ) and with paste and pot made their yvay to the opposite side of the street ind covered the lower limbs of the dancers, and were much pleased with t their work. One of them remarked: “There now! I guess decency wiill not be outraged.” I Lord’s Prayer ojh- Coin. New York.—A curious specimen of the fine work of a faipous old (American engraver, A. W. lOverbaugh, has come to light in a litftle Staten Island town. The relic is .an ancient gold dollar, in the center ( of which, in a circle one-sixth of an! inch in diameter, Overbaugh engraved the Lord’s prayer. The inscrlpti/on cannot be seen 1 with the naked feye. but is distinct with the aid of glasses. The engraving I was done on a yager.

DANGER IN LEATHER.

— , Expert’s Opinion Is That Blood Poisoning May Result. Cheap Grades of Shoes Made From Skins Not Properly Prepared Often Cause Trouble to Their Wearers. London.—Beware of cheap boots. In their leather, if tanned by a recently utilized scientific process, there may lurk a grave danger to health. Blood poisoning is the danger to be feared, and according to an expert’s opinion blood poisoning in a form extremely difficult to cure. In the north of England a case of blood poisoning from this cause has just been reported, and the victim, an inspector of the National Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children, was rendered very seriously ill. While attending a police court wearing a pair of boots of the kind warned against, he collapsed, and his skin turned from its natural color to blue and then to black. He was taken to a hospital, and oxygen had to be administered to revive him and it was not until a week afterwards that he was well enough to be sent home? Tahnlng leather by means of chromic acid is the source of the trouble. An analyist x on the staff of the Leathersellers’ company’s Technical college described the dangers of this form of tanning. “The process was invented by Prof. Schultz in 1887, and it is known as chrome tanning. At that time they could not make it a practical success, m/A it remained in the experimental stage for many years. “An American firm then took it up and it is now the pioneer of the process. The poisoning‘ls due to chromic acid, and occurs when the tanning is not carefully done. “The skin first goes into a bath of chromic acid, and is then changed from the acid to a base-bath, in which the acid is neutralized by reduction with hyposulphite. If the chromic acid is thoroughly neutralized the leather is then perfectly safe and harmless. “But if any free chromic acid i- left in the leather, blood poisoning may result, and in the manufacture of the cheaper grades of leather there Is a danger that the process may not be completely carried out. “In a factory a man who works at the chromic acid bath is generally put to work at the reducing bath too, so that any chromic acid in his hands may be neutralized. If it is not he gets ‘chrome sores,’ which are very dangerous and are difficult to cure. Lanoline is largely used and recommended now. “Chrome tanning is generally used for upper leather and not often tor soles, because when wetted it gets very slippery. “A large number of tanners are now j

’ the ailing animal might have the box Now this was not to Jerry’s liking. He had been wronged and he knew it He set his slant heels to work, making room rapidly. He was ready for the big posts when the barn men led him to his stall. Jerry was punctual. When the seven o’clock whistle blew, he left his comfortable stall and calmly walked upstairs to his wagon, backed between the thills and waited to be harnessed. He was willing to work, but he was as willing to quit. Promptly at six o’clock in the evening Jerry started for the barn. No hitching weight would deter him, unless it had been fastened to the pavement. Jerry knew his way around town, too, and never missed a stop. He had watched the city grow to 120,000 population. He saw 15-story structures take the place of squatty brick buildings, but in the bustle of development he kept up with the times. Having earned his rest, Jerry will be sent into a pasture in the Spokane valley, about five miles from the scene of his labor. He will run knee-deep in clover and alfalfa with the fragrant odors from surrounding orchards and the perfumes of wild flowers to whet his appetite and woo him to sleep when the sun has slipped behind the western hills.

* ; giving up the old process for the chrome for light leather, but it is not yet very popular with heavy manufacturers. “I have heard of continual complaints that it ‘draws’ the feet badly. “Chrome tanning is the latest word in tanning in England," the manager of a well known Strand firm of saddlers said. “We only use it for one particular strap on saddles which go to South America, and then it is so padded that it touches neither horse nor rider. “The process makes leather as nearly as possible waterproof. It is still in its infancy. “If chrome tanning is properly done there ought to be no danger, but if done hastily by unqualified people, chromic acid and other chemicals are left in the leather and are dissolved out in the perspiration, so that ‘chrome sores’ and other mischief might be caused.” “Chromates in solution,” said the medical officer of health for a large district, “have a poisonous action and also act corrosively on the'Skin. Chro mlc acid is a strongly acid liquid and in some cases the workmen preparing it or using it in various processes suffer severe ulcers.” LARGEST TURTLE IS LANDED St. Louis Fisherman Captures Snappe* Weighing 37 Pounds—Measured ‘ 36 Inches. St Louis. —John Frerichs, of 1627 North Broadway, made almost a rec, ord catch when he landed a snapping turtle measuring 36 Inches in diameter and weighing 37 pounds at Bluff lake on the East side. As a result Frerich, and his friends enjoyed a dinner lq which turtle soup was the principal course. Frerichs was fishing near Centerville station when he saw the turtle sunning itself at the water’s edge. Hq thrust a stick at the snapper and it grabbed it It refused to let go, which served Frerichs’ purpose ven* well. The turtle pulled one way and Frerichs another, and Frerichs was victorious. He landed the turtle on the bank and tied it securely with a rope. Curfew for Normal Students. Spokane, Wash.—-At a conference ol housekeepers and Normal school fao ulty at the State Normal school al Cheney, to consider the care of stu dents in homes, a free discussion, led by Miss Johnston, dean of women, out lined a policy. Standards of living were unanimously agreed upon as advisory, some of which follow: Study hours will be maintained th< first four nights of the week from 7.3 d to 10.30 o’clock. Sitting up later than this will be dlscons-aged. Going to en tertalnments on these nights or receiv ing company is disapproved. Students may have company or go out two nights a week, but must be in by JO o’clock. The housing of boys and girls la tIM j same house is not approved.

RHEUMATISM I want every chronic rheumatic to throw away all medicines, all liniments, ell plasters, and give MUNYON’S RHEUMATISM REMEDY a trial. No matter what your doctor may say, no wbat your friends may say, no matter how prejudiced you may be against all advertised remedies, go at once to £ eist and get a oottle of the RHEUMATISM REMEDY. If it falls to give satis, faction,l will refund y°nr money.—Munyon Remember this remedy contains no salicylic acid, no opium cocaine, morphine or othe? harmful drugs. It Isput UP under the guarantee Os the Pure Food and Drug sale by all druggists. Price, 25c. Do it Now Tomorrow A. M. too late. Take a CASCARET at bed time; get up in the morning feeling fine and dandy. No need for- gtcAnesg from over-eating and drinking. They surely work while you sleep and help nature help you. Millions take them and keep well w CASCARETS roc a box for a week's • ' treatment, all druggists. Biggest seller in the world. Million boxes a month.

Money for Tuberculosis Work. The National Association for the Study and Prevention of Tuberculosis gives forcible illustration of the way in which a small sum spent In educar tlon has secured large appropriations from state, county, and municipal officials. The New York State Charities Aid association in the three years, 1908, 1909, and 1910, has spent in the up-state portion of New York about $55,000 in arousing the people to the dangers of tuberculosis. As a direct result of the public sentiment produced by thia outlay, the state, county, and municipal authorities have already appropriated for tuberculosis work $1,500,000 and appropriations for hundreds of thousands of dollars are pending. Hundreds of hospital beds have been provided, and the association already aims for “No Uncared-for Tuberculosis In 1915.” Thus, the National association says If $1,000,000 is realized from the sale of Red Cross seals, millions more will be added to It from the public treasuries. Last year 25,000,000 stamps were sold. It is aimed to sell four times as mahy this year. EMPTY ADVICE. Ilk fleoeas Mike—Shure, 01 feel very queer, Dan. 01 have sich a feel av fullness after me meals. Do yes know a rimIdy fur thot? Dan—ol do, me bhoy. Whin yez sitdown to ate a meal, don’t ate ony. Mike—But thin 01 shud be full av amptiness! Her Tribute. Randdll—How did you like the military parade, Ida? Miss Rogers—Glorious! I never saw enough men In all my life before.— Harper’s Bazar. WISE WORDS. A Physician on Food. A physician, of Portland, Oregon, has views about food. He says: “I have always believed that the duty of the physician does not cease with treating the sick, but that we owe It to humanity to teach them how to protect their health, especially by hygienic and dietetic laws. “With such a feeling as to my duty I take great pleasure in saying to the public that In my own experience and also from personal observation I have found no food equal to Grape-Nuts, and that I find there is almost no limit to the great benefits this food will bring when used in all cases of sickness and convalescence. » “It is my experience that no physical condition forbids the use of GrapeNuts. To persons in health there is nothing so nourishing and acceptable to the stomach, especially at breakfast, to start the machinery of the human system on the day’s work. ’Tn cases of Indigestion I know that a complete breakfast can be made of Grape-Nuts and cream and I think it is not advisable to overload the stomach at the morning meal. I also know the great value of Grape-Nuts when the stomach is too weak to digest other food. “This is written after an experience of more than 20 years, treating all manner of chronic and acute diseases, and the letter is written voluntarily on my part without any request for it.” Read the little boo*, "The Road to WellviUe,’’ in pkgs. “There’s a Reason."