The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 32, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 7 December 1911 — Page 3

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Oomrrlffht, 190*, br The AaancUtod Sunday Magazines, right 1909, by The z*obbs-Merril» Company. SYNOPSIS. Count <M Roslnl. 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 the secret service, and Mr. Grimm, his head detective, ■> tire 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; ne visits her, demanding knowledge of the affair, and arrests Pietro Petrozinni, Miss Thorne visits an old bomb-maker, and they discuss a wonderful experiment. Fifty thousand dollars Is stolen from the office of 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 Bolssegur 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. Grimm figures in a mysterious jail delivery. He orders both Miss Thorne and d’AJaruzzl to leave the country; they are conveyed to New York and placed on a steamer but return. CHAPTER XX.—(Continued.) “Your paper?” he Inquired courteously. Mr. Grimm was still gazing dreamily out of the window. *‘l beg pardon,” Insisted the newcomer pleasantly. He folded the paper once and replaced it on the table. One hand lingered for just the fraction of a moment above Mr. Grimm’s coffee-cup. Aroused by the remark, Mr. Grimm glanced around. “Oh, thank you,” he apologized hastily. “I didn’t hear you at first. Thank you.” The new-comer nodded, smiled and passed on, taking a seat two or three tables down. Apparently this trifling courtesy had broken the spell of reverie, for Mr. Grimm squared around to the table again, drew his coffee-cup toward him, and dropped in the single lump of sugar. He idly stirred it for a moment, as his eyes turned again toward the open window, then he lifted the tiny cup and emptied it. Again he sat motionless for a long time, and thrice the ’new-comer, only a few feet awav, glanced at him narrowly. And now, it seemed, a peculiar drowsiness was overtaking Mr. Grimm. Once he caught himself nodding and raised bls head with a jerk? Then he noticed that the arc lights in the street were wobbling curiously, and he fell to wondering why that single flame sparkled at the apex of the capltol dome. Things around him grew hazy, vague, unreal, and then, as if realizing that something was the matter with him, he came to his feet. He took one step forward into the space between the tables, reeled, attempted to steady himself by holding on to a chair, then everything grew black about him, and he pitched forward on the floor. His face was dead white; his fingers moved a little, nervously, weakly, then they were still. Several people rose at the sound of the falling body, and ,the new-comer hurried forward. His coat sleeve caught the empty demi-tasse, as he stooped, and swept it to the floor, where It was shattered. The head waiter and another came, pell-mell, and those diners who had risen came more slowly. “What’s the matter?” asked the I head waiter anxiously. Already the new-comer was supporting Mr. ’Grimm on his knee, and flicking water in his face. “Nothing serious, I fancy,” he answered shortly. “He’s subject to these little attacks.” “Wbat are they? Who is he?” The stranger tore at Mr. Grimm’s collar until it came loose, then he fell to chafing the still hands. “He is a Mr. Grimm, a government employee—l know him,” he answered again. “I Imagine it’s nothing more serious than Indigestion.” A little knot had gathered about them, with offers of assistance. “Waiter, hadn’t you better send for a physician?” some one suggested. “I’m a physician,” the stranger put in Impatiently. “Have some one call a cab, and IM see that he’s taken home. It happens that we live in the same apartment house, just a few blocks from here.” Obedient to the crisply-spokeu direcn’ons, a cab was called, and five mlnmes later Mr. Grimm, still insensible. was lifted into it. The stranger took a seat beside him, the cabtw

touched his horse with a whip, and the vehicle fell into the endless, moving line. CHAPTER XXI. q A Slip of Paper. When?the light of returning consciousness finally pierced the black lethargy that enshrouded him, Mr. Grimm’s mind was a chaos of vagrant, absurd fantasies; then slowly, slowly, realization struggled back to its own, and he came to know things. First was the knowledge that he was lying fiat on his back, on a couch, it seemed; then, that he was in the dark —an utter, abject darkness. And finally came an overwhelming sense of silence. For a while he lay motionless, with not even the movement of an eye-lash to indicate consciousness, wrapped in a delicious languor. Gradually this passed and the feeble flutter of his heart grew into a steady, rhythmic beat. The keen brain was awakening; he was beginning to remember. What had happened? He knew only that In some manner a drug had been administered to him, a bitter dose tasting of opium; that speechlessly, he had fought against it, that he had risen from the table in the restaurant, and that he had fallen. All the rest was blank. With eyes still closed, and nerveless hands inert at his sides he listened, the while he turned the situation over in speculative mood. The waiter had administered the drug, of course, unless —unless it had been the courteous stranger who had replaced the newspaper on the table! That thought opened new fields of conjecture. Mr. Grimm had no recollection of ever having seen him before; and he had paid only the enforced attention of politeness to him. And why had the drug been administered? Vaguely, incoherently, Mr. Grimm Imagined that in some way it had to do with the great international plot of war in which Miss Thorne was so delicate and vital an Instrument. Where was he? Conjecture stopped there. Evidently he was where the courteous gentleman in the restaurant wanted him to be. A prisoner? Probably. In danger? Long, careful attention to detail work in the Secret Service had convinced Mr. Grimm that he was always in danger. That was one reason —and the best —why he had lain motionless, without so much as lifting a finger, since that first glimmer of consciousness had enterred his brain. He was probably under scrutiny, eVen in the darkness, and for the present it was desirable to accommodate any chance watcher by remaining apparently unconscious. And so for a long time he lay, listening. Was there another person In the room? Mr. Grimm’s ears were keenly alive for the inadvertent shuffling of a foot; or the sound of breathing. Nothing. Even the night roar of the city was missing; the silence nwi ® ' Kilk' “I Imagine It's Nothing More Serious Than Indigestion." was oppressive. At last he opened his eyes. A pall of gloom encompassed him —a pall without one rift of light. His fingers, moving slowly, explored the limits of the couch whereon he lay. Confident, at last, that wherever he was, he was unwatched, Mr. Grimm was on the point of concluding that further Inaction was useless, when his straining ears caught the faint grating of metal against metal —perhaps the insertion of a key in the lock. His hands grew still; his eyes closed. And after a moment a door creaked slightly on its hinges, and a breath of cool air informed Mr. Grimm that that open door, wherever it was, led to the outside, and freedom. \ There was another faint creaking as the door -was shut. Mr. Grimm’s nerveless hands closed Involuntarily, and his lips were set together tightly. Was it to be a knife thrust in the dark? If not —then what? He expected the flare of a match; instead there was a soft thread, and the rustle of skirts. A woman! Mr. Grimm’s caution was all but forgotten in his surprise. As the steps drew nearer his clenched fingers loosened; he waited. Two hands stretched forward in the dark, touched him simultaneously—one on the face, one on breast. A singular thrill shot through him, but there was not the flicker of an eye or the twitching of a finger. The woman —it was a woman —seethed now to be bending over him, then he heard her drop on her knees beside him, and she pressed an inquiring ear to his left side. It was the heart test. “Thank God!” she breathed softly. It ■fcas only by a masterful effort that Mr. Grimm held himself limp and inert, for a strange fragrance was enveloping him —a fragrance he well knew The hands were fumbling at his breast again, and there was the sham

crackle of paper. At first he didn't understand, then he knew that the woman had pinned a paper to the lapel of his coat. Finally she straightened up, and took two steps away from him, after which came a pause. His keenly attuned ears caught her faint breathing, then the rustle of her skirts as she turned back. She was leaning over him again—her lips touched his forehead, barely; again there was a quick rustling of skirts, the door creaked, and —silence, deep, oppressive, overwhelming silence. Isabel! Was he dreaming? And then he ceased wondering and fell to remembering her kiss—light as air—and the softly spoken “Thank God!" She did care, then! She had understood, that day! The kiss of beloved Is a splendid heart tonic. Mr. Grimm straightened up suddenly on the couch, himself again. He touched the slip of paper which she had pinned to his coat to make sure it was not all a dream, after which he recalled the fact that while he had heard the door creak before she went out he had not heard it creak aftervjard. Therefore, the door was open. She had left it open. Purposely? That was beside the question at the moment. And why—how—was she in Washington? Pondering that question, Mr. Grimm’s excellent teeth clicked sharply together and he rose. He knew the answer. The compact was to be signed—the alliance which would array the civilized world in arms. He had failed to block that, as he thought If Miss Thorne had returned, then Prince Benedetto d’Abruzzi, who held absolute power to sign the compact for Italy, France and Spain, had also returned. Stealthily feeling his way as he went, Mr. Grimm moved toward the door leading to freedom, guided by the fresh draft of air. He reached the door —it was standing open—and a moment later stepped out into the star-lit night. It was open country here, with a thread of white road just ahead, and farther along a fringe of shrubbery. Mr. Grimm reached the road. Far down it, a pin point in the night, a light flickered through interlacing branches. The tail lamp of an automobile, of course! Mr. Grimm left the road and skirted a sparse hedge in the direction of the light. After a moment he heard the engine of an automobile, and saw a woman —barely discernible —step into the car. As it started forward he staked everything on one bold move, and won, his reward being a narrow sitting space in the rear of the car, hidden from its occupants by the tonneau. One mile, two miles, three miles they charged through the night, and still he clung on. At last there came relief. “That’s the place, where the light® are—just ahead.” ° There was no mistaking that voice raised above the clamor of the engine. The car slackened speed, and Mr. Grimm dropped off and darted behind some convenient bushes. And the first thing he did there was to light a match, and read what was written on the slip of paper pinned to his coat It was, simply: “My Dear Mr. Grimm: “By the time you read this the compact will have been signed, and your efforts to prevent it, splendid as they were, futile. It is a tribute to you that it was unanimously agreed that you must be accounted for at the time of the signing, hence the drugging In the restaurant; it was only an act of kindness that I should come here to see that all was w’ell with you, and leave the door open behind me. “Believe me when I say that you are one man in whom I <have never been disappointed. Accept this as my farewell, for now I assume again the name and position rightfully mine. And know, too, that I shall* always cherish the belief that you will remember me as “Your friend. “ISABEL THORNE. “P. S. The prince and I left the steamer at Montauk Point, on a tugboat.” Mr. Grimm kissed the note twice, then burned It. - ' (TO BE CONTINUED.) Appreciated the “Posle." A pathetic incident occurred In the Waifs’ school in Pittsburg. One of the teachers brought a beautiful red rose to school, which, holding up before the scholars, she asked, “Now, children, how 'many of you know what this is?” Nearly every little one shook his head, to Indicate ignorance. One small boy and a couple of little girls piped out, with great importance, “It’s a posle, please, ma’am." But no one had ever heard of a rose. Most of the children had never seen one before. The teacher put it in ,a glass of water to preserve it, and when school was dismissed each child was rendered supremely blissful by the gift of a tiny petal. As they filed out of the door, each little waif clutched his treasure tightly In his small hand, while he murmured softly to himself the name. “Pitty wose, pitty wose.” _ Our Doctors. “The late Count Tolstoi loathed physicians,” said, at a dinner in Washington, a Russian diplomat. “You remember bow Tolstoi ridiculed physicians in ‘War and Peace V Well, I heard him ridicule three of them to their faces over a vegetarian dinner at Yasnaya Polyana. “ ‘Physicians,’ he said, bitterly, looking up from a plate of lentils, ‘may be divided into two classes —the radicals, who kill you, and the conservatives, who let you die.’ ” • Expert Chefs on Vessels. The term “son of a sea cook” is ne longer a title of reproach The highly paid specialist who presides over the kitchens Is a chef with an international reputation.

WOMAN’S REALM

POINT IN UNDERWEAR FIT AND QUALITY HAVE IMPORTANT DRESS VALUE. jChic in Dress Is More Than Surface Deep—Carelessly Chosen UnderGarments Can Spoil the Fit of Any Costume. The French have a saying that chic in dress is more than surface deep, and those who are acquainted with the attention the French woman gives her underclothes understands the meaning of the assertion. Carelessly chosen undergarments can spoil the fit of a dress quite as much as a dressmaker. Therefore the fit and quality of'the underclothes are decidedly important factors in the effect one wishes to achieve in a costume. In making underclothes, or in buying them, a keen eye must be kept for right proportions. It is useless to hope that the back or armhole of a blouse or coat will fit satisfactorily over a bulging combination suit or corlet cover. Underclothes should not only fit carefully about the shoulders and armholes, but also about the waist and aver the hips. Petticoats should not only hang correctly in the matter of length, but they should not gather in unsightly wrinkles at the back, “ride” up in front, or wrinkle over the hips. And it is not enough that underclothes fit properly. They must be put on carefully. They must be adjusted so that there are no lines or wrinkles in the wrongs places. What fullness there is must be put -where it belongs. But this care not only means that one’s dress will look better, but that the underclothes will wear better. If the underclothes are so adjusted that they will not pull or wrinkle where they should not, there will be no

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Flat and Enormous Ones Are Seldom Made Entirely of One Kind of Material. Muffs, flat and enormous, are seldom entirely of one kind of material. There are ever so many of the most delightful combinations. Perhaps one of the most sombre of these was made of shaggy black plush and white silk, heavily shrouded with black chiffon. Broad bands of the plush made the outer ends; the silk and chiffon, winding ’round the center, draped themselves all over the front in an immense Geisha bow, with tasseled ends hanging. A handsome seal muff had a single raccoon skin wrapped ’round its center. The head came at the bottom and had its teeth well fastened in the tail —two tails, in sact —long, yellow ringed affairs that hung from the center of the bottom edge. These ornaments seem continually to be shffted about. Last winter all the fat tails seem trailing from muffs—’possum, red fox, raccoon—hung from one side. The little seal hat that accompanied this muff had a raccoon crown, and a small cluster of stiff yellow miniature ostrich feathers repeated the note of the yellow rings on the tails. WOOL CAPS FOR THE GIRLS One Who Can Use Crochet Needle Can Easily Make Fashionable Affairs of Thick Zephyr. If you are clever with a crochet needle, make your small daughter or little niece one of the warm but fashionable caps of thick zephyr. It can be bought in all colors, but the dark ones are best and most serviceable for winter wear. Blue, red, brown, marooh are good colors to choose. Trimmings of a contrasting color or a different shade of the color used make pretty caps. They are crocheted round, like a skull-cap, but made long enough to have a broad band turned up all the w’ay around. This band can be of contrasting color of yarn. The band can be turned up all around, up in front aud down to protect the neck in the back, or it can be left slit open in the center of the front and laid baek, like two small revers, on either side. A ribbon is often woven in and out of the loose crochet stitch and tied in a rosette or flat bow on one side. Any desired stitch may be employed in the making of these caps; they can be as plain or as elaborate as you wish. Jewels for Half Mourning. The disk ornament is not quite so popular since it has been copied so universally in imitation gems, but one of the prettiest designs is seen ih a circle of pearls and diamonds set in black enamel. This is an ornament that is specially suited for wear with half mourning frocks, as the touch of black enamel is one of the new notes, and the disk of pearls is likely to b« worn for other and brighter occasions.

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