The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 29, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 16 November 1911 — Page 9

[» STORY Cvj ELUSIVE Tisabel" I iinij By JACQUES FUTRELLE Illajtrationj bp M. KETTNER Csuyrlght. laae, by The Associated Sunday Magazines. MW, by The Bobte-MerrtU Company. *l3 SYNOPSIS. Count di Roslni, the Italian ambassador. is at dinner with diplomats when a messenger summons him to the embassy, where a beautiful young woman asks for a ticket to the embassy ball. The ticket is made out in the name of Miss Isabel Thorne. Chief Campbell of tho secret service, and Mr. Grimm, his head detective, are warned that a plot is brewing in Washington, and Grimm goes to the state ball for information. His attention is called to Miss Isabel Thorne, who with her companion, disappears. A shot is heard and Senor Alvarez of the Mexican legation, is found wounded. Grimm is assured Miss Thorne-did it; he visits her, demanding knowledge of the affair, and arrests Pietro Petrozinnl. Miss Thorne visits an old bomb-maker, and they discuss a wonderful experiment. Fifty thousand dollars is stolen from the office Os Senor Rodriguez, the minister from Venezuela, and while detectives are investigating the robbery Miss Thorne appears as a guest of the legation. Grimm accuses her of "the theft; the money is restored.’ but a new mystery occurs in the disappearance of Monsieur Boissegur the French ambassador. Elusive Miss Thorne reappears, bearing a letter which states that the ambassador haS been kidnaped and demanding ransom. The ambassador returns and again strangely disappears. Later he is rescued from an old house in the suburbs, CHAPTER XVI. Letters From Jail. For two weeks Signer Pietro Petrozinni, known to the Secret Service as an unaccredited agent of the Italian government, and the self-confessed assailant of Senor Alvarez of the Mexican legation, had been taking his ease tn a cell. He had been formjallj’ arraigned and comipitted without bail to await the result of the bullet wound which had been inflicted upon the diplomatist from Mexico at the German Embassy Ball, and, since then, undisturbed and apparently careless of the outcome, he had spent his time in reading and smoking. He had answered questions with only a curt yes or no when he deigned to answer them at all; and there had been no callers or inquiries for him. He had abruptly declined a suggestion of counsel. Twice each day, morning and night, he had asked a question of the jailer who brought his simple meals. “How is Senor Alvarez?” “He is still in a critical condition.” The answer was always the same. Whereupon the secret agent would return to his reading with not a shadow of uneasiness or concern on his face. Occasionally there came a courteous little note from Miss Thorne, which he read without emotion, afterward casting them aside or tearing them up. He never answered them. And then one day there came another note which, for no apparent reason, seemed to stir him from his lethargy. Outwardly it was like all the others, but when Senor Petrozinni scanned the sheet his eyes lighted strangely, and he stood staring down at it as though to hide a sudden change of expression in his face. His gaze was concentrated on two small splotches of ink where, It seemed, the pen had scratched as Miss Thorne had signed her name. The guard stood at the barred door for a moment, then started to turn away. The prisoner stopped him with a quick gesture. “Oh, Guard, may I have a glass of milk, please?” he asked. “No ice. I prefer it tepid.” He thrust a small coin between the bars; the guard accepted it and passed on. Then, still standing at the door, the prisoner read the note again: “My Dear Friend: “I understand, from an indirect source, that there has been a marked Improvement in Senor Alvarez’s condition, and I am hastening to send you the good news. There is every hope that within a short while, if he continues to improve, we can arrange a bail bond, and you will be free until the time of trial, anyway. “Might it not be well for you to consult an attorney at once? Drop me a line to let me know you received this. Sincerely, “ISABEL THORNE.” Finally the prisoner tossed the note on a tiny table in a corner of his cell, and resumed his reading. After a time the guard returned with the milk. “Would it be against the rules for me to write an answer to this?" queried Signor Petrozinnl, and he indicated the note. "Certainly not,” was the reply. “If I might trouble you, then, for pen and ink and paper?” suggested the signor and he smiled a little. “Believe me, I would prefer to get them for myself.” “I guess that’s right,” the guard grinned good-naturedly. Again he went away and the prisoner sat thoughtfully sipping the milk. He took half of it. then lighted a cigarette, puffed it once or twice and perBitted the iw to die. After a Utils

there'eame again the clatter of the | guard’s feet on the cement pavement, and the writing materials were thrust through the bars. “Thank you,” said the prisoner. The guard went on, with a nod, and , a moment later the signor heard the clangor of a steel door down the corridor as it was closed and locked. He leaned forward in his chair with half-closed eyes, listening for a long time, then rose and noiselessly approached the cell door. Again he listened intently, after which he resumed his seat He tossed away the cigarette he had and lighted a fresh one, afterward holding the note over the flame of the match. Here and there, where the paper charred in the heat, a letter or word stood out from the bare whitness the paper, and finally a message complete appeared between the innocuous ink-written lines. The prisoner read it greedily: “Am privately Informed there is little chance of Alvarez’s recovery. Shall I arrange escape for you, or have ambassador Intercede? Would advise former, as the other might take months, and meeting to sign treaty alliance would be dangerously delayed." Signor Petrozinni permitted the sputtering flame to ignite the paper, and thoughtfully watched the blaze destroy it. The last tiny scrap dropped on the floor, burned out, and he crushed the ashes under his heel. Then he began to write: “My Dear Miss Thorne: “Many thanks for your courteous little note. I am delighted to know of the improvement in Senor Alvarez’s condition. I had hoped that my impulsive act in shooting him, would not end in a tragedy. Please keep me informed of any further change in his condition. As yet I do not see the necessity of consulting an attorney, but later I may be compelled to do so. “Respectfully, “PIETRO PETROZINNI.” This done the secret agent carefully cleaned the ink from the pen, wiping it dry with his handkerchief, then thrust it into the half empty glass of milk. The fluid clung to the steel nib thinly; he went on writing with It, between the lines of ink: “I am in no danger. I hold credentials to United States, which, when presented, wfll make me responsible only to the Italian government as spethti W/ ■ I The Prisoner Read It Greedily. cial envoy, according to international law. Arrange escape for one week from tonight; use any money necessary. Make careful arrangements for the test and signing of compact for two nights after.” Again the prisoner cleaned the steel nib, after he put it back In the bottle of ink, leaving it there. He waved the sheet of paper back and forth to dry it, and at last scrutinized it minutely, standing under the light from the high-up window of his cell. Letter by letter the milk evaporated, leaving the sheet perfectly clean and white except for the ink-written message. This sheet he folded, placed in an envelope, and addressed. Later the guard passed along the corridor, and Signor Petrozinni thrust the letter out to him. “Be good, enough to post that, please,” he requested. “It isn’t sealed. I don’t know if your prison rules require you to read the letters that go out. If so, read it, or have it read, then seal it.” For answer the guard dampened the flap of the envelope, sealed it, thrust it into his pocket and passed on. The secret agent sat down again, and sipped his milk meditatively. One hour later Mr. Grimm, accompanied by Johnson, came out of a photographer’s dark room in Pennsylvania Avenue with a developed negative whictrlnKsat on a rack to dry. At the end /f another hour lie was sitting at his degk studying, under a magnifying glassT'a finished print of the Negative. Word by word he was writing on a slip of paper w’hat his magnifying glass gave him and so,

Central African Tree. A remarkable tree baa been discovered about the region of Lake Chad, Africa. Its power of increase in every way is remarkable. In a few months an extensive tract of land, we read; became an inpenetrable forest. In one season it is said to grow to the height of from four, to five meters; in other words, from 13 to over 16 feet Its foliage is said to resemble the mimosa and its branches are thorny. The wood can be cut into planks, and the natives work it up into canoes. The Tilho mission has utilized the wood for making tables and doors. Birds' Nest Soup. I Old books of travel represent the | Asiatics as putting the nests into • soups and stews. This is entirely erroneouA The birds which make these

curiously enough, ft came to pass that Miss Thorne and Chief Campbell of the Secret Service were reading the hidden, milk-written message at almost the Identical moment. “Johnson got Petrozinni’s letter from the postman,” Mr. Grimm was explaining. “I opened it, photographed it, sealed it again and remailed it. There was not more than half an hour’s delay; and Miss Thorne can not possibly know of it.” Hepaused a moment. “It’s an odd thing that writing such as that is absolutely Invisible to the naked eye, and yet when photographed becomes decipen able in the negative.” “What do you make of it?” Mr. Campbell asked. The guileless blue eyes were alive with eagerness. “Well, he’s right, of course, about not being in danger,” said Mr. Grimm. “If he came with credentials as special envoy this government must respect them, even if Senor Alvarez dies, and leave it to his own government to punish him. If we were officially aware that he has such credentials I doubt if we would have the right to keep him confined; we would merely have to hand him over to the Italian embassy and demand his punishment. And, of course, all that makes him more dangerous than ever. ’ “Yes, I know that,” said the chief a little Impatiently. “But who is this man?” “Who is this man?” Mr. Grimm repeated as if surprised at the question. “I was looking for Prince Benedetto d’Abruzzi, of Italy. I have found him.” Mr. Campbell’s clock-like brain ticked over the situation in detail. “It’s like this,” Mr. Grimm elucidated. “He has credentials which he knows will free him if he is forced to present them, but I imagine they were given him more for protection in an emergency like this than for introducing him to our government. As the matter stands he can’t afford to discover himself by using those credentials, and yet, if the Latin compact is signed, he must be free. Re- 1 member, too, that he is accredited ' from three countries—ltaly, France ' and Spain.” He was silent for a mo- | ment. “Naturally his escape from prison would preserve his incognito, ; and at the same time permit him to ■ sign the compact,” There was silence for a long time. “I believe the situation is without precedent,” said Mr. Campbell slowly. “The special envoy of three great powers held for attempted—l” “Officially we are not aware of his purpose, or his Identity,” Mr. Grimm reminded him. “If he escaped it would clarify the situation tremendously.” “If he escaped!” repeated Mr. Campbell musingly. “But, of course, the compact would not be signed, at least in this country,” Mr. Grimm went on tentatively. Mr. Campbell gazed straight into the listless eyes of the young man for a minute or more and gradually full understanding came home to him. Finally he nodded his head. “Use your own judgment, Mr. Grimm,’* he directed. CHAPTER XVII. A Call on the Warden. The restful silence of night lay over the great prison. Here and there in the grim corridors a guard dozed in the glare of an electric light; and in the office, too, a desk light glimmered where the warden sat at his desk? poring over a report. Once he glanced up at the clock —it was five minutes of eleven —and then he went on with his reading. After a little the silence ”' r as broken I by the whir of the clock and the first sharp stroke of the hour; and at just that moment th® 4 door from the street opened and a man entered. He was rather tall and slender, and a sinister black mask hid his face from the quickly raised eyes of the warden. For a bare fraction of a second the two men stared at each other, then, instinctively, the warden’s right hand moved toward the open drawer of his desk where a revolver lay, and his left toward several electrically connected levers. The Intruder noted both gestures, and, unarmed himself, stood silent. The warden was first to speak. “Well, what is it?" “You have a prisoner here, Pietro Petrozinni,” was the reply, in a pleasant voice. “I have come to demand his release." The warden’s right hand was raised above the desk top, and the revolver In it clicked warnlngly. “You have come to demand bls release, eh?” he queried. He still sat motionless, with his eyes fixed on the black mask. “How did you pass the outside guard?” (TO BE CONTINUED.)

nests use, among other materials, long strands of tough whitish seaweed, the strands forming the outer shell or basket of the nest, and by their stickiness assist in securing it to the rock. By the time the birds have emigrated, these bits of seaweed are washed clean by rains and are dried in the sun. Then is when they are extracted by Chinese gatherers and made into parcels for sale. They form strips about eight inches long, somewhat of the appearance of Iceland moss, light, shiny, translucent and of no positive taste. Peace of Mind. A tranquil heart is the life of the flesh, but envy is the rottenness of the bones.—Proverbs of Solomon xiv: 30.

I New News of Yesterday i I 1 I —— i By E. J. EDWARDS I - I I V l ., ..w- ■;""

How Quay Won Big Victory

Familiarity With Contents of the Senate Document Room Enabled Him to Talk the Wilson Sugar Tariff to Death. Matthew Stanley Quay, chairman of !he Republican national committee which carried on the successful persiiential campaign of 1888, and United States senator from Pennsylvania from 1887 to 1905, gained the reputa :ion of being the most expert political manager of his time. The public, however, did not know that Senator Quay found his chief recreation in his library and was almost as good an authority upon literature, classic and modern, as he was upon politics. While he was in the senate Mr. Quay devoted much of his leisure to the reading of the documents contained in the senate document room, ind he was almost as familiar with those which bore upon tariff discussions as was the famous Amzi Smith, who carried in his head a complete record of all the documents, thousands In number, in the senate docum - t room, of which he was superintendent. This acquaintance with general literature, and especially with the documents in the senate document room bearing upon tariff questions, was the weapon upon which Senator Quay re!ied for defeating one clause in the Wilson tariff bill of 1894. Soon after the bill was reported to the senate and while it was still in the senate committee, it was observed that Senator Quay made frequent visits to the document room and was in earnest conversation with Amzi Smith. When a colleague met him one day as he came away frcip the document room with a bundle—-of documents under his arm, Quay was asked what he purposed doing with all those documents. “Oh, I may have to make a speech on the tariff bill,” was the reply. After the hill was reported to the senate Quay announced that he did not approve of the sugar clause of the bill, and that he purposed to speak in opposition to it. He gave notice of the day when he would speak, and at the appointed time he arose in his place and began his speech. His manner was very quiet. He used none of the arts of rhetoric: but at the same time he impressed upon the senators the fact that he purposed fighting the sugar clause to the end. He occupied all of the time set apart for daily discussion and then, as he took his seat Quay remarked: “Mr. President, I intend to go on with my speech tomorrow.” When the morrow came Senator Quay again took up all the time set apart for daily discussion, concluding with the announcement that he would continue his remarks the following flay, when, the hour for daily discussion at hand, he arose and wandered off into the field of literature, modern and classic, being careful, however, to apply such literary comments as he had to make to the subject matter of his speech. And just before he sat

Real Father of Greenback

Colonel Wait’s Story of Dr. T. Sterry Hunt and His Invention of Green Ink With Which the Notes Were Printed. “I suppose that you have often heard it said that Gov. Salmon P. Chase, when secretary of the treasury In Lincoln’s administration, was first called the father of the greenback,’" said the late John T. Wait, who for many years represented a Connecticut district in the lower house of congress. I replied to Colonel Wait that 1 supposed it had passed into history that Secretary Chase was the father of the greenback. “Well, he was not, in the sense in which J use the word,” Judge Wait replied. “Mr. Chase, when secretary of the treasury, did secure from congress authority to issue a legal tender note, which was nothing more than a promise on the part of the United States government to pay at some time to the bearer of the note its face value. Secretary Chase, however, did not invent the greenback; I mean by that, that he was not the father of the particular form of legal tender note which became known throughout the country as the greenback, and which contained the fundamental idea upon which the old Greenback party was founded, which was the issuing by the government of legal tender notes which were to he practically irredeemable, or at least redeemed in anything the government saw fit to redeem them in. “The real father of the greenback," continued Colonel Wait, “was born in the town of Norwich, Conn., which is my home. His birthplace was only about a stone’s throw from the birthplace of Benedict Arnold. His name was Thomas Sterry Hunt. He is better known today as T. Sterry Hunt, the famous professor of geology and chemistry of McGill college, Montreal. one of the foremost men of science.

? - ( down on that third day he gave notice < that his speech was not yet finished. So, upon the fourth day, Senator j Quay rose to continue his speech. He j had the right to the floor; no one t could take it away from him. And ] upon this occasion he sent to the , clerk’s desk a large volume, asking , that the clerk read certain marked j passages therein. The clerk droned j away for more than an hour and had < not finished the reading of the ex- j tracts when the hour for adjournment ; came. Therefore, Senator Quay’s un- , finished speech went over to the next , day, when it was observed that Quay had upon his desk a large number of < senate documents agd many volumes. A curious colleague asked him how long he expected to speak. “Until doomsday, or until this congress adjourns, or until the senate votes down the sugar schedule,” was the reply. “I have tariff documents here by the yard; I have volumes bearing upon tariff questions that would fill a library. I purpose entertaining tne senate with these volumes and ex tracts from these documents, for these 1

Two Chandlers a Great Pair

Zachariah of Michigan by His Personal Force and William E. of New Hampshire by Adroitness Made Hayes President. One evening in the midsummer of 1881, after a day in which the wounded President Garfield had been so free from suffering that his physicians were strongly of the hope that the crisis ! had been reached and passed and that ' the president was on the road to reI covery, the secretary of state, James G. Blaine, chatted with two or three of his fellow members of the cabinet as they stood upon the porch of the White House refreshing themselves in the cool of the evening. It had been noticed earlier in Garfield’s illness that whenever the news from the sickroom was favorable Blaine responded to these reports, he being more quickly affected either with despondency or hope than any . other member of the cabinet. That was a characteristic or fundamental , feature of Blaine’s temperament at that time, as always. And sometimes when he was hopeful he became reminiscent, and that was the case upon . the evening of which I now write. “I have always thought,” began Mr. Blaine, without first explaining what ■ had awakened his train of thought—- ; another Blaine characteristic —“I have : always thought that no other two men . of the United States that I have known ; of personally or through history could have organized so swiftly and so tri--1 umphantly for their party a great eleci tlon contest as did the two Chandlers > of the Republican national committee ■ that directed the party’s presidential ' campaign of 1876. “Zachariah Chandler, chairman of

“Hunt, as a lad, showed great capacity for science, and he began the study of medicine with an old friend of mine. While studying medicine, however, he saw what the opportunities for scientific investigation were, so that he went to New Haven, and studied under the famous Siliiman, professor of chemistry at Yale. “It was while he was studying chemistry that he became almost by chance possessed of information which he afterwards so utilized as to give us the greenback. He put the discovery aside for a while, but something which he never could explain led him to take it up again, and at the beginning of our Civil war he announced that he had invented a green ink which would stand any climatic ravages and retain its 'color for all time. “So much for that. Now, after Secretary Chase had received authority to issue legal tenders, he was anxious to give the notes a distinctive appearance. He wanted to have them as unlike ordinary banknotes as possible. One day, he was speaking incidentally about this to Judge Lafayette S. Foster, who at that time was a senator from Connecticut and was often consulted by Lincoln, saying that he earnestly desired to get the legal tender note so printed that it would be instantly identified by the eye. Judge Foster suggested that he have the back printed in a green ink, saying that a forpier townsman of his, Dr. T. Sterry Hunt, had Invented a green ink which would never fade, but that it had never been put upon the market. “ That will be just the thing,’ the secretary of the treasury. He got samples of green ink printing prepared. obtained proof that the ink would not fade, and then gave the order that the new legal tender notes should, upon their reverse side, be printed with this green ink. And tn that sense,” said Colonel Wait, “Dr. T. Sterry Hunt is the father of the greenback.” (Copyright, 1911, by E. J. Edwards. AU Rights Reserved.)

are to be considered a part of my j speech.” ‘ ( It was soon realized that Senator , Quay had the senate at his mercy un- ’ i der the rule of the senate which pro;! vided that, whenever a senator an- [ I nounced that upon a certain day in the hours set apart for addressing the senate he should speak, he had ths right to occupy the full time set apart; 1 each day for discussion until hisj speech was finished. Quay was pres | pared to talk the tariff bill to death. His speech had become a perfect mo- I sale of his own remarks and interpo-i lated paragraphs and extracts from! numerous tariff documents and vol-; umes of literature and was without; precedent in the history of the BenateJ At last a senator said to him:’ “Aren’t you tiring yourself out, Quay?” 1 “The senate is more likely to be, tired of me than I am of myself,” wasi ' the reply. And in that statement Senator Quay, was correct. The senate tired of him, acknowledged that he had tjie body j by the throat, so to speak, and was i only too glad to concede all that Quay 1 had been fighting for for more than two weeks. (Copyright, 1911. by E. J. Edwards. All ■Rights Reserved.) I

J I «¥ , the committee, was a man of great: j physical and mental force. From the ' time he became prominent in national' politics as a senator from Michigan, in i 1857, until bis sudden death in Chi-! cago, in 1879, he did things in politics in sledgehammer fashion. I remem-: ber well the radical manner in which I fie opposed the extension of slavery; | of his strenuous advocacy of a vigorous prosecution of the Civil war by j the Union; and all of you must surely | recall the virulent attack he made on I Jefferson Davis just a short time be- ■ fore his death. He was a man who never tired. His physical strength equal to his mental vigor. His dis- ■ position was to overwhelm by some-1 thing like brute force. “That was the head of the commit-1 tee. On the other hand, William E. ; Chandler, also a native of New Hampshire, and, I have been given to under ! stand, a distant relative of Zachariah, has been a master of finesse ever since I knew anything about him. He is one of the most adroit manipulators, one of the most skilful artisans upon political wires, whom I have ever known. He is slight of physique. His mental power is acute, shrewd, subtle. He is, in short, the direct antithesis of what Zachariah Chandler was, and because he was, and because each man understood the other and respected the other’s peculiar powers and both ’ were in full accord, there was perfect equipment, mental and physical, for the direction of the Republican na-; tional committee in 1876. “That was made plain on the night of the election. It was after midnight, when the election of Tilden was being generally conceded, that the managing editor of the York Times told William E. Chandler that if the three doubtful states of Florida, Louisiana and South Carolina had gone Republican then Hayes was elected by one vote. Chandler instantly grasped the proposition and its possibilities with intuitive vigor and shrewdness, he as instantly worked out the details of the plans to Insure those three doubtful states to the Republicans; while Zacbariah Chandler, the chairman, with his massive, overwhelming personal force, put those plans into instant execution. ; And the Republican returning boards I of those three southern states, recog- ' nizing the strength of the support that they would have in the national committee, at once claimed everything for their party. “I do not know of any other two pien who could or would have acted so promptly and worked together so perfectly in so momentous a matter; I do not know of any other two persons who would have so supplemented each other’s peculiar ability for such work. And so L think It can safely be said that but for the two Chandlers, chairman and secretary of the Republican national committee, Tilden, in all probability, would have been declared elected and that declaration would have been accepted without the slightest cavil.” (Copyright. 1911, by E. J. Edwards. All Rights Reserved.) Watery Farewell. A French woman, proud of her limited knowledge of English, and an American proud of her limited knowledge of French, were introduced at an evening party. The jFrench woman Insisted on expressing herself in bad English and the American woman would talk nothing but bad French. When the guests b?gan to depart they were still at it. At last they rose to go. Here is their watery farewell: “Reservoir," said the fair American. “Tanks," responded her new friend. The Real Difficulty. The bride was weeping. “Oh, Harold!” she wailed. “How can you—how can you ga out every night!” “That’s all right,” said Harold, brutally. “The question that bothers me is, bow can I get in every night?”

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