The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 20, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 14 September 1911 — Page 3

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ISABEL

By JACQUES FUTRELLE Illujtrationj by M. KETTNER

Coin-right. 1908, hr The Associated Sunday Magasineo. UW, by The BobbthMeyriU Company. 5 SYNOPSIS. Count di Rosini, the Italian ambassador, is at dinner with diplomats in the national capital when a messenger brings a note directing him to come to the embassy, at once. Here a beautiful young woman asks that she be given a ticket to the embassy ball. The ticket jis made out in the name of Miss Isabel Thorne. Chief .Campbell of the secret service, and Mr. Grimm, his head detective, are warned that a plot of the Latin races against the English speaking races is brewing in Washington, and Grimm goes to the state ball for information. , In a conservatory his attention is called to Miss Isabel Thorne, who with her companion, soon disappears. A revolver shot Is heard and Campbell and Grimm hasten down the hall to find that Senor Alvares' of the Mexican legation, has been shot. A woman did it, and Grimm is assured it was Miss Thorne. CHAPTER VI. Revelations. Some vague, indefinable shadow darkened Miss Thorne’s clear, bluegrhy eyes, in sharp contrast to the glow of radiant’ health in her, cheeks, as she stepped from the automobile in front of the Venezuelan legation, and ran lightly up the steps. A liveried servant opened the door. “A gentleman is waiting for you, madam,” he announced. “His card is here on the —” "I was expecting him,” she interrupted. “Which room, please?” "The blue room, madam.” Miss Thorne passed along the hallway which led to a suit of small draw-ing-rooms opening on a garden in the rear, pushed aside the portieres, and entered. “I’m sorry I’ve kept you—” she began, and then, in a tone of surprise: “I beg your pardon.” A gentleman roae and bowed gravely. “I am Mr. Grimm of the secret service,” he Informed her with frank courtesy. “I am afraid you were expecting some one else! I handed my card to the footman." For an Instant the blue-gray eyes opened wide in astonishment, and then some quick, subtle change swept over Miss Thorne’s face. She smiled graciously and motioned him to a seat. “This is quite a different meeting from the one Senorita Rodriguez had planned, isn’t it?* she asked. There was a taunting curve on her scarlet lips; the shadow passed from her eyes; her slim, white hands lay idly in her lap. Mr. Grimm regarded her reflectively. There was a determination of steel back of this charming oeltterlor; there was an Indomitable will, a keen brain, and all of a worn- . an’s Intuition to reckon with. She was silent, with a questioning upward alant of her arched brows. “I am not mistaken in assuming that you are a secret agent of the Italian government, am I?” he queried finally. “No,” she responded readily. ‘Tn that event I may speak with perfect frankness?” he went on. “It would be as useless as it would be absurd to approach the matter la any other manner?” It was a question. Miss Thorne was still smiling, but again the vague, indefinable shadow, momentarily lifted, darkened her eyes. “You may be frank, of course,” she •aid pleasantly. “Please go on.” "Senor Alvarez was shot at the German embassy ball last night,” Mr. Grimm told her. Miss Thorne nodded, as if in won- * der. “Did you, or did you not, shoot him?” It was quite casual. She received the question without change of countenance, but involuntarily she caught her breath. It might have been a sigh of relief. “Why do you come to me with such a query?” she asked in turn. “I beg your pardon,” interposed Mr. Grimm, steadily. “Did you, or did you not, shoot him?" “No, of course I didn’t shoot him,” was the reply. If there was any emotion In the tone it was merely Impatience. “Why do you come to me?” she repeated. "Why do I come to you?” Mr. Grimm echoed the question, while his listless •yes rested on her face. “I will be absolutely frank, as I feel sure you would be under the same circumstances.” He paused a moment; she nodded. “Well, immediately after the •hooting yon ran along the hallway with a revolver in yonr hand; you ran down the steps into the kitchen, and out through the back door, where yon entered an automobile. That is not conjecture; it is susceptible of proof by eye witnesses.” Miss Thorne rose suddenly with a queer, helpless little gesture of her arms, and walked to the window. She stood there for a long time with her bands clasped behind her back. "That brings us to another question.” Mr. Grimm continued merciless-

ly. "If you did not shoot Senor Alvarez. do you know who did?" There was another long pause. “I want to believe yen. Miss Thorne,” he supplemented. She turned quickly with something of defiance In her attitude. “Yes, I know," she said slowly. “It were useless to deny It” “Who was itr “I won’t tell you.” Mr. Grimm leaned forward in his chair, and spoke earnestly. , “Understand, please, that by that answer you assume equal guilt with the person who actually did the shooting,” he explained. “If you adhere to it you compel me to regard you as an accomplice.” His questioning took a different line. “Will you explain how the revolver came into your possession “Oh, I— -t picked it up in the hallway there,” she replied vaguely. “I want to believe you, Miss Thorne,” Mr. Grimm said again. “You may. I picked It up In th* hallway,” she repeated. “I saw it lying there and picked it up.” “Why that, Instead of giving an alarm?” "No alarm-was necessary. The shot Itself was an alarm.” “Then why,” Mr. Grimm persisted coldly, “did you run along the hallway and escape byway of the kitchen? If you did not do the shooting, why the necessity of escape, carrying the revolver?” There was that in the blue-gray eyes which brought Mr. Grimm to his feet. His hands gripped each other cruelly; his tone was calm as always. “Why did you take the revolver?” he asked. Miss Thorne’s head dropped forward a little, and she was silent. “There are only two possibilities, of course,” he went on. “First, that you, In spite of your denial, did the shooting.” “I did not!” The words fairly burst from her tightly closed lips. “Or that you knew the revolver, and took it to save the person, man or woman, who fired the shot. I will assume, for the moment, that this is correct Where Is the revolver?” From the adjoining room there came a slight noise, a faint breath of sound; or it might have been only an flt Mr. Grimm Found Hlmsell Inspecting The Weapon From the Barre! End. echo of silence. Their eyes were fixed each upon the others unwaveringly, with not a flicker to indicate that either had heard. After a moment Miss Thorne returned to her chair and sat down. “It’s rather a singular situation, isn’t it, Mr. Grimm?” she inquired irrelevently. “You, Mr. Grimm of the Secret Service of the United States; I, Isabel Thorne, a secret agent of Italy together here, one accusing the other of a crime, and perhaps with good reason.” “Where is the revolver T’ Mr. Grimm insisted. “If you were any one else but you! I could not afford to be frank with you and —” ‘Tf you had been any one elze but you I should have placed you under arrest when I entered the room.” She smiled, and inclined her head. “I understand.” she said pleasantly.

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Horse of the Gobi Desert

Animal Discovered by Prjevalsky Never Has Been Famed and May Be a Distinct Species. It is more difficult to domesticate the wild horse than it is to bring other species of wild animals under subjection. Some years ago Prjevalsky, a Russian explorer, discovered a distinct wild horse in the Gobi desert, in the south of Mongolia. A herd of 30 colts were captured and landed in Europe. Most of them were sent to Russia, but a few were shipped to the estate of the duke of Bedford, in England. They were ragged of coat and of awkward gait All efforts to tame them have failed. They will not submit to man’s rule and are therefore unserviceable. They become badly frightened when a man approaches nearer than two or three rods of them. The Russians claim that by methods of comparative anatomy and in other ways they have proved that the Gobi desert horse is a distinct species of the genus horse. Most naturalists

"For the reason that you are Mr. Grimm of the Secret Service I shall tell you the truth. I did take the revolver because I knew who had fired the shot. Believe me when I tell you that that person did not act with my knowledge or consent. You do believe that? You do?” She was pleading, eager to convince him. After a while Mr. Grimm nodded. “The revolver is beyond your reach and shall remain so,” she resumed. "According to your laws I suppose I am an accomplice. That la my misfortune. It will in no way alter my determination to keep silent If I am arrested I can’t help it.” She studied his face with hopeful eyes. “Am Ito be arrested?” “Where is the paper that was taken from Senor Alvarez .immediately after he was shot?" Mr. Grimm queried. “I don’t know,” she replied frankly. "As I understand it then, the motive for the Shooting was to obtain possession of that paper? For your government?" “The individual who shot Senor Alvarez did obtain the paper, yes. And now, please, am I to be arrested?” "And just what was the purpose, may I inquire, of the message you telegraphed with your fan in the ballroom?" “You read that?” exclaimed Miss Thorne In mock astonishment. “You read that?” “And the man who read that message? Perhaps he shot the senor?” “Perhans.” she taunted. For a long time Mr. Grimm stood staring at her, staring, staring. She, too, rose, and faced him quietly. “Am I to be arrested?” she asked again. “Why do you make me do It?" he demanded. “That is my affair.” Mr. Grimm laid a hand upon hei arm, a hand that had never known nervousness. A moment longer ht stared, and then: “Madam, you are my prisoner for the attempted murder of Senor Alvarez! ” The rings on the portieres behind him clicked sharply, and the draperies parted. Mr. Grimm stood motionless, with his hand on Miss Thorne’s arm. “You were inquiring a moment ago for a revolver,” came in a man’s voice. “Here it is!” Mr. Grimm found himself inspecting the weapon from the barrel end. After a moment his glance shifted to the blazing eyes of the man who held it—a young man, rather slight, with cleancut, aristocratic features, and of the pronounced Italian type. “My God!” The words came from Miss Thorne’s lips almost in a scream. “Don’t—!” “I did make some Inquiries about a revolver, yes,” Mr. Grimm Interrupted quietly. “Is this the one?” He raised his hand quite casually, and his fingers closed like steel around the weapon. Behind his back Miss Thome make some quick emphatic gesture, and the new-comer released the revolver. “I shall ask you, please, to free Miss Thorne,” he requested courteously. “I shot Senor Alvarez. I, too, am a secret agent of the Italian government, willing and able to defend myself. Miss Thorne has told you the truth; she had nothing whatever to do with It She took the weapon and escaped because It was mine. Here Is the paper that was taken from Senor Alvarez,” and he offered a sealed envelope. “1 have read it; it is not what I expected. You may return it to Senor Alvarez with my compliments.” After a moment Mr. Grimm’s hand fell away from Miss Thome’s arm, and he regarded the new-comer with an Interest in which admiration, even, played a part. “Your name?” he asked finally. “Pietro Petrozlnni,” was the ready reply. "As I say, I accept all respon sibllity.” A few minutes later Mr. Grimm and his prisoner passed out of the legation side by side, and strolled down the street together, in amicable conversa-' tlon. Half an hour later Senor Alvarez identified Pietro Petrozinni' as the man who shot him; and the maid servant expressed a belief that he was the man who slammed the door in hex face. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

have until now believed that the true wild horses with an unbroken line of wild ancestry were extinct. It is the general opinion that the domestic horse of today was mainly derived from three wild species, which have been named the steppe, forest and plateau varieties. The gobi horse Is a representative of the steppe variety. This horse In its wild state lives In the level districts and goes at night to the pasture lands and drinking places. At break of day It returns to the desert, where It rests until sunset.—New York Herald. Lika Moving Picture Showe. Marionette or puppet theaters, formerly well beloved by the Italian residents from memories of their old homo, have disappeared in New York, being replaced by the moving picture shows, but the mythological and legendary dramas familiar in the vanished playhouses are still preserved and In more eff«othr« form by the films of the blograpbs.

WHERE COLONEL NEWCOME ENDED HIS DAYS - , , — /F I ■ / g mbmmq ’s n ■ « I f. "■ -5 7 '' • 77/f- /ondoh IN this, the centennial year of William Makepeace Thackery, visitors to London have been especially eager to seek out the places Intimately connected with the books of the great novelist One of these is the Charterhouse, a hospital for poor gentlemen founded by Thomas Sutton in 1611. To this retreat Colonel Newcome in “The Newcomes” goes to end his days after the loss of his fortune. Thackeray draws a touching picture of the colonel’s life among the Poor Brothers, and of his death in a room in the old buildings. In the accompanying photograph the buildings at the right date from the medieval Cartusian monastery, and those in the background are more modern dwellings for the Poor Brothers.

DREAM REVEALS S3OO

Lost Money Found in Home of the Accuser. Police Are Not Convinced and Arrest of Furniture Dealer Is Ordered After Investigation of Mystery. St. Louis. —When Assistant Chief of Police Glllaspy declined to allow his prosaic conception of things to be swayed by any suggestion cf the occult and In consequence ordered the arrest of Louis P. Brasch, thirty-three years old, who conducts a furniture store at 2618 Franklin avenue, he spoiled a good yarn. Brasch was arrested at 1926 Montgomery street, home, by Special Officers Doyle and Murphy of the Dayton station and Ira Cooper of headquarters after the latter had worked up the case. Brasch is accused by the police of being responsible for the departure of three SIOO bills from the home of Mrs. M. E. Nichols, living at 1702 Chestnut street. Mrs. Nichols said that Brasch called at her house to collect a $lO bill, and she said she placed the three big bills on her bed while paying the smaller amount. The bills disappeared. She searched for them and even went to Brasch’s store. Brasch, she said, denied all knowledge of the bills, and said Mrs. Nichols must have misplaced them. He said she ought to search the house thoroughly before making any such accusation. Mrs. Nichols then told the police about the case, and Cooper went with her to the Brasch store. He and Mrs. Nichols claim that Brasch again Insisted that Mrs. Nichols was mistaken. “I am so convinced that you have misplaced the money that I will be willing to pay $250 for the privilege of

OIL ON ROAD KILLS FLIES Expert of Massachusetts Town Says Tarvia Destroys Eggs and Larvae of Little Insects. Lenox, Mass. —A Lenox entomologist assert? that the absence of flies along oiled highways is due to the destruction of the eggs and larvae by the application of tarvia and the byproducts of oils which are being used to prevent dust After conducting a series of experiments the Lenox man has found that there is almost a total absence of the stable or biting fly. The Lenox experimenter says that tarvia has practically killed the breeding places of the stable fly and that there are fewer house flies. Since it has been established that typhoid germs are carried by flies, also Asiatic cholera, and that there is strong evidence that the fly is also the carrier of tuberculosis and other diseases, the discovery that Oiling highways lessens the common fly and almost entirely exterminates the stable fly appears to be of the highest importance. Tot Falls Seven Stories. New York. —Delena De La Monte, seven, fell from the roof of her home, seven stories to the pavement. She was picked up unhurt and crying because her dress was dirty. The girl struck a clothes line during the descent, breaking the fall. Germans on Tour. Berlin. —The Union of Merchants and Industrialists, the leading commercial association of Berlin, Is planning to visit the United States.

searching your house on the chance of find the $300,” Brasch is said to have declared. Mrs. Nlphols wanted to take him up, but Cooper would not permit. He says that he and Mrs. Nichols left the Brasch store and that Brasch and his wife followed, Brasch ‘all the way pleading with Mrs. Nichols to make no accusation until she had thoroughly searched her home. At the house Mrs. Brasch asked to be allowed to search. “I had, a dream about this money,” she Is said to have declared. “I am good at rfpding things, and this dream ought to lead me to it.” She asked the way to the parlor and Inquired if there was a bookcase there. Mrs. Nichols said there was. Mrs. Brasch went Into the room. She told Mrs. Nichols the money ought to be In the bookcase, if the dream were true.. Then, the officer and Mrs. Nichols state, Mrs. Brasch went to the bookcase. She fumbled In It for a moment and then with a cry fell back, apparently half fainting. “There it is. Look there. Didn't I tell you I could find It? I am good at finding things,” Cooper said Mrs. Brasch cried. Mrs. Nichols went to the spot Indicated and there found the three missing bills. She was positive she had not placed them there. Brasch and his wife were equally as positive they had not put the bills there, and so Cooper decided to put it up to Chief GiUaspy. He brought Mrs. Nichols and the bills to headquarters. After Gillaspy had heard the story he ordered the arrest of Brasch. Brasch is well connected here and both he and his wife Insist the police and Mrs. Nichols are wrong. Mrs. Brasch is gifted with a remarkable mind for finding lost articles. A few months ago her husband lost a valuable diamond stud, which Mrs. Brasch found in a joist of the ceiling of a new-erected addition to their

DEATHS FROM HEAT

Records of Many Decades for Fatalities Are Broken. Munich Savant Says High Temperature Depletes Body of Necessary Salt—Speaking Stones Cause Much Alarm. London.—When the statistics from the various European countries are gathered it probably will be found that last month beat the records of many decades sot heat fatalities. Following on the theory that the living human organism is merely a compound of chemical combinations, Dr. George Hlrth, a Munich specialist, propounds a new explanation of the direct cause of death from heat stroke, which he attributes to electrolytic disturbances due to the abstraction of salt from the system. His investigations show that persons who perspire copiously, especially those who perform heavy physical labor in hot weather, may lose in the course of a single day thousands of grams of moisture containing from two-thirds to four-fifths of 1 per cent, of salt. He comes to the conclusion that the human body under those conditions may lose as much as thirty grams, and in extreme cases forty grams of salt a day, an amazing quantity, which is not replaced is the ordinary course by food. Drinking large quantities of water is of no avail; although it has this advantage, that water attracts the remaining salt reserves of the body and prevents thickening of the bicod.

home. Shortly afterward she found a S2O bill in a handkerchief which her husband had thrown into a clothes hamper. BLOW WINS MAN AND MONEY Railroad Gate Figures in Pretty Little Romance Having Its Inception at Spokane, Wash. Spokane, Wash. —A slap an the face has won for Miss Marjorie R. King of Spokane a husband, a happy home and $125,000. One of the prettiest romances ever known in Spokane, starting with an accident, culminated the other afternoon when Rev. E. L. House of the Westminster Congregational church joined in wedlock John H. Starbird, partner of T. E. Westlake in the grocery and provision business, and Miss King, a Spokane hairdressing expert. Starbird is fortyrflve years of age and v’as a widower, while the new Mrs. Starbird is twenty-three. While riding in Starbird’s automobile the machine approached the railroad crossing. The gates were open and the party started to cross the tracks. Then the long arm of the wooden gate fell across the automobile just in time to strike Miss King, the blow knocking her unconscious. Starbird rushed the injured girl to his home, thus starting the romance. In 1896 Starbird caught the Klondike fever. He brought back something over $125,000. “Boy” Rooster Angers Town. Philadelphia. — Maurice Megonigal. the eight-year-old son of Charles Megonigal of Lansdowne, a suburb, has developed an obsession for crowing like a rooster and cackling like a hen. ' . All the birds answer him, causing such a din in the neighborhood that all of the residents are up in arms, declaring his crowing and cackling are becoming a nuisance. Maurice says he cannot help it as he was born with a proclivity to crow and he expects to keep on crowing until he dies.

which otherwise would cause giddiness, the first warning of impending heat collapse. Dr. Hlrth recalls that some forty years ago the inmates of some German prisons were deprived of salt, under the mistaken notion that salt was a luxury, not a necessity. The consequence was that prisoners collapsed with precisely the same symptoms as those observed in heat stroke. He further adduces in support of his theory the fact that Indulgence in alcohol in hot weather enormously increases the danger of collapse, this being explained by the fact that alcohol is an enemy to the saline electrolyte. Dr. Hlrth expresses the opinion that heat stroke means simply starvation of tho body for lack of salt Superstitious persons have been alarmed by the simultaneous appearance, near Parts and Lisbon, of the socalled “speaking stones” —rocks in the river beds of the Seine and the Tagus, which only come in sight during a severe drought and which, legend says, Indicate further heat and drought to come, with death and disease in their train. The French stone has chiseled upon its surface the words: “Whoever sees me shall weep, for the world has wept whenever I was seen.” The stone was last noticed In 1870. The Lisbon stone was observed in 1755, when an earthquake destroyed the city, and since then only once for a short time, in 1873. It bears the inscription: "Whoever sees me knows that I foretell evil.* <

Worries of Rich Women. After receiving requests from beg glng letter writers for sums amounting in all to $22,000,000, Mrs. E. H. Harriman of New York, the widow of the railway magnate, has appealed to the bureau of municipal research to superintend her mendicant mail and to assist her in wisely dispensing charity. She is not alone in discovering herself the target of innumerable professional begging letter writers. Miss Helen Gould has received in the last twelve months 50,000 such letters containing requests for sums amounting to $2,000,000. Wedding rings and offers of marriage from povertystricken correspondents are a daily feature of Miss Gould’s mail. HANDS WOULD CRACK OPEN “About two months ago my hands started to crack open and bleed, the skin would scale off, and the good flesh would burn and itch dreadfully. When my hands first startea to get sore, there were small blisters like water twisters which -.formed. They itched dreadfully, it just seemed aa though I could tear the skin all off. I would scratch them and the skin would peel off, and the flesh would be all red aud crack open and bleed. It worried me very much, as I had never had anything the matter with my skin. I was so afraid I would have to give up my employment. “My doctor said he didn’t think it would amount to anything. But it kept getting worse. One day 1 saw a piece in one of the papers about a lady who had the same trouble with her hands. She had used Cuticura Sbap and Ointment and was cured. I decided to try them, and my hands were all healed before I had used, one cake of Cuticura Ointment. I am truly thankful for the good results from the Cuticifra Soap and Ointment, for thanks to them I was cured, and did not have to lose a day from work. I have had no return of the skin trouble.” (Signed) Mrs. E. Breig, 2522 Brown Street, Philadelphia. Pa., Jan. 12, 1911. Although Cuticura Soap and Ointment are sold everywhere, a sample of each, with 32-page book, will be mailed free on application to “Cuticura,” Dept. 6 K, Boston. I Risked Punishment for Dog. A pleasing story of a prisoner’s love for his dog comes from North Yakima, Wash. Michael Short, sentenced to the street chain gang to work out i his fine, escaped with two other men recently, but somewhat to the surprise of his overseers turned up again for work the next morning. Mike explained to the officer that acts as foreman that he had left his little dog tied beneath his bed at home and that he had stolen away to liberate it, as it - had been thre# days without food or water. NEVER IDLE. AC / Kj IHhl Jr X. C/COOI& Wifey — You’re always intimating that woman has too much idle curiosity. Hubby—ldle curiosity! Idle! Nonsense. it’s the mosjt active thing about, her! FOUND RIGHT PATH After a False Start. O ’ "In 1890 I began to drinft coffee. “At that time I was healthy and enjoyed life. At first I noticed no bad ! effects from the indulgence but in course of time found that various troubles were coming upon me. “Palpitation of the heart took pnto Itself sick and neryous headaches, kidney troubles followed and eventually my stomach became so deranged that even a light meal caused me serious distress. “Our physician’s prescriptions failed to help me and then I dosed myself with patent medicines till I was thoroughly disgusted and hopeless. “Finally I began to suspect that coffee was the cause of my troubles. I experimented by leaving it off, except for one small cuts at breakfast. This helped some but did not altogether relieve my distress.. It satisfied me, however, that I was on the right track. “So I gave up coffee altogether and began to use Postum. In ten days I found myself greatly improved, my nerves steady, my head clear, my kidneys working better and better, my heart’s action rapidly improving, my appetite improved and the ability to ’ eat a hearty meal without subsequent suffering restored to me. And this condition remains. “Leaving off coffee and using Postum did this, with no help from drugs, as 1 abandoned the use of medicines when ( began to use the food drink.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. "“There’s a reason,” and it is explained in the little book, '“The Road to Wellvllle,” in pkgs. . Ever read the above letters A nevfr one appears from time to time. They are genuine, true, aad full »f human ' Interest.