The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 30, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 23 November 1911 — Page 9

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CoDvrlsht 1908, by The Associated Sunday Magazine*. Copyright, 1909, by The Bobba-Merrlll Company. 14 SYNOPSIS. Count di Rosini, the Italian ambassador, is at dinner with diplomata 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 the 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 PletrO Petrozinni. Miss Thorne visits an old bomb-maker, and they discuss a wonderful experiment. Fifty thousand dollars is stolen from the office of Senor Rodrigues, 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. It is discovered that Pietro Petrozinni shot Senor Alvarez and that he is Prince d’Abruzzi. CHAPTER XVll.—(Continued.) “He was bribed,” was the ready response. “Now, Warden,” the masked intruder continued pacifically, “it would be much more pleasant all around and there would be less personal danger in it for both of us if you would release Signor Petrozinni without question. I may add that no bribe was offered to you because your Integrity was beyond question." “Thank you,” said the warden grimly, “and it shall remain so as long as I have this.” He tapped on the desk with the revolver. “Oh, that isn’t loaded,” said the masked man quietly. One quick glance at the weapon showed the warden that the cartridges had been drawn! His teeth closed ■with a snap at the treachery of it, and with his left hand he pulled back one of the levers —that which should arouse the jailers, turnkeys and guards. Instead of the Insistent clangor which he expected, there was silence. “That wire has been cut,” the stranger volunteered. With clenched teeth the warden pulled the police alarm. “And that wire was cut, too,” the stranger explained. The warden came to his feet with white face and nails biting into the of his hands. He still held the revolver as he advanced upon the masked man threateningly. “Not too close, now,” wanted the intruder, with a sudden hardening of his voice. “Believe me, it would be best for you to release this man, because it must be done, pleasantly or other.wise. I have no desire to injure you, still less do I intend that you shall injure me; and it would be needless for either of us to make a personal matter of it. I want your prisoner, Signor Petrozinni—you will release him at once! That’s all!” The warden paused, dazed, incredulous before the audacity of it, while he studied two calm eyes which peered at him through the slits of the mask. “And if I don’t release him?” he demanded at last, fiercely. “Then I shall take him,” was the reply. “It has been made impossible for you to give an alarm,” the stranger ■went on. “The very men on whom you most depended have been bought, and even if they were within sound of your voice now they wouldn’t.respond. One of your assistants who has been here for years unloaded the revolver in the desk there, and less than an hour ago cut the prison alarm wire. I, personally, cut the police alarm outaide the building. So you see!” As yet there was no weapon in sight, save the unloaded revolver in the warden’s hand; at no time had the stranger’s voice been raised. His tone was a perfectly normal one. “Besides yourself there are only five other men employed here who are now awake,” the masked man continued. “These are four inner guards and the outer guard. They have all been bought—the turnkeys at five thousand dollars each, and the outer guard at seven thousand. The receipt of all of this money is conditional upon the release of Signor petrozinni, therefore it is to their interest to aid me as against you. I am telling you all this, frankly and full/, to make you see how futile any resistance would be.” f “But who—who is this Signor Petrozinni, that such powerful Influences should be brought to/bear in his behalf t’ demanded the pewildered waroen . v .. \ “He is a man who qan command a vast fortune—end Senor Alvares is at

the point of death. That. I think, makes it clear. Now, if you’ll sit down, please!” “Sit down?” bellowed the warden. Suddenly he was seized by a violent, maddening rage. He took one step forward and raised the empty revolver to strike. The masked man moved slightly to one side and his clenched fist caught the warden on the point of the chin. The official went down without a sound and lay still, inert. A moment later the door leading into the corridor of the prison opened, and Signor Petrozinni, accompanied by one of the guards, entered the warden’s ofiice. The masked man glanced around at them, and with a motion of his head indicated the door leading to the street. They passed through, closing the door behind them. For a little time the intruder stood staring down at the still body, then he went to the telephone and called police headquarters. “There has been a Jail delivery at the prison,” he said In answer to the “hello” of the desk-sergeant at the other end of the wire. “Better send some of your men up to investigate.” “Who is that?” came the answering question. The stranger replaced the receiver on the hook, stripped off his black mask, dropped it on the floor beside the motionless warden, and went out It was Mr. Grimm! CHAPTER XVIII. Notice to Leave. At fifteen minutes of midnight when Miss Thorne, followed by Signor Petrozinni, entered the sitting-room of her apartments in the hotel and turned up the light they found Mr. Grimm already there. He rose courteously. At “I Want Your Prisoner, Signor Petrozinni—You Will Release Him at Once!” sight of him Miss Thorne’s face went deathly white, and the escaped prisoner turned toward the door again. “I would advise that you stay, your Highness,” said Mr. Grimm coldly. Signor Petrozinni paused, amazed. “You will merely subject yourself to the humiliation of arrest If you attempt to leave. The house is guarded by a dozen men.” “Your Highness?” Miss Thorne repeated blankly. “You are assuming a great deal, aren’t you, Mr. Grimm?” “I don’t believe," and Mr. Grimm’s listless eyes were fixed on those of the escaped prisoner, “I don’t believe that Prince Benedetto d’Abruzzi will deny his identity?” ' There was one of those long tense silences when eyes challenges eye. when wit Is pitted against wit, and mind is hauled around to a new, and sometimes unattractive, view of a situation. Miss Thorne stood silent with rigid features, colorless as marble; but slowly a sneer settled about the

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CASTE A BARRIER IN INDIA

Snobbery Sifted Into Fanatical Religious Faith Pale Description of Social Conditions. First of all caste is a question ot birth, and there is no entry except by birth. A worker in a coal mine may become a part owner thereof, and his daughter marry a peer, and his grandson become a peer of England. No millions will enable the low caste Hindu to marry into a Brahman family or even to touch the hand, or throw his shadow on the food of a Brahman in India. If a man is excommunicated by his caste fellows in India, no one of the caste will eat with him, accept water from his hands or marry him. His own wife will not touch him or speak with him. He is dead to his family The barber even will not shave him. or cut his hair, or his toe nails. A Brahman clerk has been known to distribute legal documents by throwing them down at the end of the village street in which live his low caste brethren. Letter carriers have been known to refuse to enter the houses of. or to permit themselves to come into personal contact with those of a lower status than themselves. If one could picture to oneself social snobbery lifted Into a fanatical religious faith, it would be a pale description of the Iron subdivisions of caste In India. There is no patriotism.

lips of Signor Petrozinni that wag, and he sat down. “You seem to know everything, Mr. Grimm,” He taunted. “I try to know everything, your Highness,” was the reply. Mr. Grimm was still standing. “I know, for instance, that one week ago the plot which had your freedom for its purpose was born; I know the contents of every letter that passed between you and Miss Thorne here, notwithstanding the invisible ink; 1 know that four days ago several thousand dollars was smuggled In to you concealed in a basket of fruit; I know, with that money, you bribed your way out, while Miss Thorne or one of her agents ribed the guard in front; I know that the escape was planned for to-night, and that the man who was delegated to take charge of it is now locked in my office under guard. It may interest you to knew that it was I who took his place and made the escape possible. I know that much!” “You —you—!” the r rince burst out suddenly. “You aidet me to escape?" Miss Thorne was staring, staring at them with her eyes widely distended, and her red lips slightly parted. “Why did you assist him?” she demanded. “Details are tiresome, Miss Thorne,” replied Mr. Grimm with the utmost courtesy, “There Is one other thing I know—that the Latin compact will not be signed in the United States.” The prince’s eyes met Miss Thorne’s inquiringly, and she shook her head. The sneer was still playing about his mouth. “Anything else of special interest that you know?” he queried. “Yes, of interest to both you and Miss Thorne. That is merely if the Latin compact is signed anywhere, the English-speaking countries of the world might construe it as a casus belli and strike soon enough, and hard enough, to put an end to it once for all." Again there was silence for a little while. Slowly the prince’s eyes were darkening, and a shadow flitted across Miss Thorne’s face. The prince rose impatiently. “Well, what is the meaning of all this? Are you going to take me back to prison?” “No,” said Mr. Grimm. He glanced at his watch. “I will give each of you one-half houy to pack your belongings. We must catch a train at one o’clock.” “Leave the city?” gasped Miss Thorne. j “Impossible!” exclaimed the prince. “One-half hour,” said Mr. Grimm coldly. “But —but it’s out of the question," expostulated Miss Thorne. “One-half hour,” repeated • Mr. Grimm. He didn’t dare to meet those wonderful blue-gray eyes now. “A special car with private compartments will be attached to the regular train, and the only inconvenience to you will be the fact that the three of us will be compelled to sit up all night. Half a dozen other Secret Service men will be on the train with us. And then the prince’s entire manner underwent a change. “Mr. Grimm,” he said earnestly, “it is absolutely necessary that I remain in Washington for another week—remain here even if I am locked up again—lock me up again if you like. I can’t sign compacts in prison.” “Twenty-five minutes,” replied Mr. Grimm quietly. “But here,” exclaimed the prince explosively, "I have credentials which will insure my protection in spite of your laws.” “I know that," said Mr. Grimm placidly. “Credentials of that nature cannot be presented at midnight, and you will not be here tomorrow to present them. The fact that you have those credentials, your Highness, is one reason why you must leave Washington now, to-night.” (TO BE CONTINUED.)

and can be none. In a country thus divided against itself.—Scribner’s Magazine. Os Ancient Vintage. Ernest G. Walker, who is a journalist with a national reputation, arrayed himself one evening with particular care, as he was going to the home of a politician on whom he wanted to make a big impression. On his way, he stopped at his office and asked George Brown, his assistant, for an opinion on the costume. Brown said it was all right, but checked himself when he noticed that Walker’s high hat looked as if might have been of rather ancient vintage. “Where did you get that hat?" he asked. “Won it on a bet on a presidential election." explained Walker with some pride. Brown looked at it a moment and then queried solemnly, “Hayes’ or Garfield’s?” Buddhism and Animal Life. It must be said of Buddhism that it has left one indelible mark all over India, China, and the east, and that is the teaching of gentleness and kindness to one another and to animals. Buddha taught that life Is but a'prolonged endeavor to escape from suffering, and that, therefore, to cause others to suffer is the unforglveable sin.—Price Collier in Bcrlb net’s Magazine.

COMMANDING GREAT ATLANTIC FLEET '' ■ ■ •• ■ ; ■ . j■■ ■ J” -- HK - J fc •••• - ' >■ • JHMh&b f • 1 w : Mi 1 ?5; ’ • '• ■ ■■ ■ 1 ' OUR photograph shows Rear Admiral Hugh Osterhaus (left), and Capt. William R. Shoemaker, chief of staff, on the flagship Connecticut in New York harbor just previous to the review, by Secretary of the Navy Meyer, of the Atlantic squadron. Over nine miles of the Hudson river stretched the vast Armada, in which were 102 war vessels with a total tonnage of 677,285.

GRAND CANYON GOLD LURES

Men Seek Riches Wast/ed Into Bed of Colorado River for Centuries — Drec’ges Being Installed. Denver, Colo. —Endeavors at last art being made to compel the Grand canyon of the Colorado to give up the gold which has been washed into its bed for centuries. Several concerns are preparing to conduct operations on a large’ scale to overcome obstacles to get these riches. It has long been known that there was much gold in the bed of the Colorado canyon. Explorers who have been in various parts of the great abyss have reported deposits of gravel and black sand that apparently ran to a great depth and that promised values, although well distributed in the sand and gravel. Attempts have been made to interest capital in plans to get out this wealth, but heretofore there has been no success, because propositions easier to get at and involving smaller expenditures of money and risk have attracted most of the capital available.

RICH MAN WORKS AS WAITER Son of Russiafi General Seeking Material for Play Which He Will Write Labors in St. Louis Case. St. Louis—Waiting on table In a fashionable case is the latest means an embryo playwright haaichosen in order to get materials for plays in which he may put to use his observations of the weaknesses and foibles of the rich, the newly rich and the class which Clyde Fitch termed "the climbers.” There is such a waiter, at the Planters hotel. He Is, James J. Grain, son of a Russian general.When seen recently he was reluctant to tell of his ambitions. He said he did not wish his people to know what kind of work he was doing. He admitted be found his occupation favorable for making observations which might be utilized in plays, essays and poetry, at all of which he has tried* his band. “I have never had anything published yet,” he said. ’’But I hope to get into print some day. I feel a man who writes for the sake of money Is likely to do poor work; so I prefer to do it at my leisure. I have to work ten hours in the day and the rest of the time I spend reading or writing, taking only as many hours off as are needful for sleeping. I feel that if persistence can do It. I shall succeed." Largest Hog In World. Montgomery. Mo. —J. R. Robinson, living in Pike county, brought to town • hog weighing 1,100 pounds. The bog Is 5 % years old. measures nine feet from tip to tip and seven feet four Inches around the girth. It is said to be the largest In the world. The hog was valued at SI,OOO.

In recent years, however, several syndicates have been formed to get out the gold. One, backed by eastern capital, has been at work for some time at Lee’s ferry. This is a desolate place, far from any railway, but it has offered the best opportunity for such work, being at the point, where the river runs out of the sand hills after cutting through them for hundreds of miles and for a few miles about at a. level before dipping into the marbler canyon. Dredges have been installed here after being hauled far over the desert Black sand impregnated with gold and platinum and gravel having small nuggets of gold in it have been found here, and the enterprise promises to be highly profitable. This sand and gravel runs to a depth of from thirty to sixty feet before bedrock is touched, and the dredges can take it out in great quantities. t

Above this point, in Utah, where the cliffs are not high, similar operations liave been put under way. Here it is

MORE CURIOUS THAN WOMEN

Observations Tend to Prove Assertion That Inquisitiveness Is Really Masculine Trait. London. —Once more man is being convicted of what is supposed to be almost exclusively a feminine failing. Men. it is now suggested, are much more inquisitive and anxious to poke their fingers into other people’s pies than are women. ' A well-known lady novelist, whose experience of social conditions is exceptionally large, made this interesting statement: “One has only to go to the theater or a garden party to notice the insatiable curosity of the modern man,” she said. “In theaters it Is the men who discuss the appearance of other people, asking innumerable questions and standing up. glasses in hand, between the acts to glean more information “It seems to me that a man’s curioslty’grows with his age. The elderly gossip, who is always fishing for scandals. is to be found everywhere nowadays. “Women, on the other hand, especially elderly women, are not really curious concerning their surroundings. Girls, of course, are prying and inquisitive; but they do not count. "It is high time 4 that the fallacy about women being more curious than men were exploded.” Recently a newspaper man visited the west end and made several “observation tests.” Crowds of men and women passing Charing Cross on their way to the

said that the conditions are similar to those found at Lee’s ferry, except that there are evidences of even richer values. Parties have gone out into’ the wild regions between these two points to explore for places where the river can be reached. Reports havei been received that wherever the prospects can be made conditions are found favorable. Nature, however, has provided huge battlements to fend these riches, and . there is doubt whether many of the deposits can b.e exploited profitably. Horse Bus Is Gone. Ltmdon.—When Andrew Gibson, for 37 years- the driver of an omnibus In London, throws down his reins some night near the end of the present month, the last horse-drawn bus will have finished its final trip through the streets ot the world’s metropolis. Gibbon shakes his gray head sadly over the prospect and declares that the London of the motorbus and taxicab is not as happy as the London of the days when people were content to move slower. At the hey-day of Gibson’s career the two omnibus companies of London owned 31,000 horses.

.theaters were first observed. The number of people who “looked around” —who turned their heads to watch passersby—within a tfpace of five minutes was roughly, as follows: Out of 100 people 20 men looked around and ten women looked around. A visit to a teashop on the Strand revealed groups of young men gossiping together and discussing other customers. A station official on the Southeast & Chatham railway said that a test of the curiosity of the sexes could be obtained by watching those people who read the labels of other people’s luggage. There of luggage destined for the continent in Victoria station, and the numbers of men who sauntered by, turning their heads at all angles to catch a glimpse of the hotel labels and th«. names of the owners, was remarkable. “Bell Hop” for 52 Years. San Diego. Calx—Lester Ladd. 52 years a bellboy, celebrated his 68th birthday anniversary here. His last job in a hotel was at the U. S. Grant, which he left but a few weeks ago. He is now running the elevator in the Union building. He was born in Hudson street. New York, when that thoroughfare was one of the fashionable residence streets of the metropolis. He became a bellboy at 16 and since then has worked at the Buckingham, St Louis; the Palmer bouse, Chicago; the Morton house. New York; the Piedmont, Atlanta; the De Soto, Savannah, and the Tampa Bay hotel at Tampa.

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