The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 38, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 18 January 1912 — Page 7

'' L A SfrOftY J * ■■BLandEEj 1 A By Louis Joseph Vance | Illustrations by Ray Walters B g. r (Copyright, 1310, by Louis Joseph Vaace.) t 1 CHAPTER I. A gentleman who, leaving his offices on lower Broadway a trifle after four, presently ensconced himself in a corner seat of a Subway express and opened before, him a damp afternoon taper (with an eye for the market 1 reports) was surprised, when the ‘ . train crashed heavily into the Fourteenth Street station, to find himself afoot and making for the door: this although his intention had been to alight at Grand Central. Thus it may be, that trickster in us all, which we are accustomed vaguely to denominate the subconscious mind, directs w actions to an end predestined. Surprised, he hesitated; and for that was rewarded by having his heels trodden by the passenger behind. This decided him, absurdly enough, and he went on and out, solacing himself i with a muttered something, hardly definite, about a stroll benefiting him. » So, transferring to a local train, he alighted,, at Twenty-third Street, climbed the stairs and proceeded briskly west, buffeted by a rowdy wind. Striking diagonally across Madison Square Park, past the drearily jetting fountain and between arrays of empty benches scarcely beggarly (since that class had deserted them >for warmer Jk lounging places) he turned northward ■ on Fifth Avenue, threading the early evening throngs with a spring of impatience in his stride to distance casual competition; and received upon a mind still Impressionable, for all that ft had ample food for meditation and nursed a private grievance,” a variety of pleasurable suggestions. Dusk, the early violet dusk of late November, brooded over the city, blurring its harsh contours, subduing its too blatant youth, lending an illusion resembling the dim enchant- ' ment Os antiquity. Near Twenty-ninth Street he checked sharply and stood briefly debating something suggested by sight of a shop -window well known to him; < “It might save time: one mgy as ■ well be- sure—” Turning, he descended a pair of stone steps and crossed a flagged area to a door set at one side of a window dressed with a confusion of odd, enticing things: a display that tempted the eye with the colors of the rainbow fainting under weight of years and dust. A bell tinkled overhead as he opened and shut the door, letting himself into a deep and narrow room crowded with a heterogeneous assemblage of objects that glam--1 mered with weird splendor in a semigloom made visible by half a dozen electric bulbs generously spaced. In the rear, beyond a partitioning screen, shone a warmer light. For the moment he saw no one. Advancing a few paces he halted, waiting. From behind the screen, at the back of the shop, the proprietor appeared, soft stepping, smiling to greet a good customer of discerning taste. The latter went to meet him with a pleasant air of liking. "Good evening, Mr. Miller —” ‘Good evening, Mr. Coast. Something I can show you this evening?” “The telephone, if you please.” Coast laughed a little and was answered cheerfully. "Certainly. This way.” He was conducted behind the screen, where, a strong light, an assistant at a jeweler’s bench sat .« laboriously occupied with some task of deliqate artifice. He looked up as Coast entered, with a greeting cordially returned. Coast went directly to the telephone, a wall Instrument, unhooked the receiver and detailed a ’number to Central. The proprietor disappeared into ah adjoining room. An instant later Coast spoke again. «• “That you, Soames? . . . This is Mr. Coast. Is Miss Katherine at k home? . . • Then will you find out, please. Ask her if she has time to see me for a few moments before dinner. . .*. Very well.” There was a lengthening pause, during which the antique dealer silently returned, his genial eye alternating between Coast and a crystal decanter he had fetched. j y “Yes. Cefitral, waiting.” Coast put his hand over the transmitter and s wagged a reproving head. “Going to try to poison me, Miller?” “Just a drop of old brandy, Mr. Coast —very old, from my home in France.” Coast nodded, recalled to the telephone. “Hello, Soames. . : . Very well. Tell her I called, please. . . . No! no message, thank ybu. Goodby." As he hung up the receiver, a warning tintinnabulation sounded at the front door. Miller, busy with glasses. |

looked to his assistant. “See who that is, ChaHey," he said. The assistant slipped from his seat, switched on more light in the front of the shop, and vanished round the screen. As he did so, Coast heard the rumble of a man’s voice, followed by a woman’s ringing laugh, a thought too loud. r Miller was offering him a glass. He bowed, took it and held it to his lips for a moment, without tasting, inhaling- the mellow bouquet of the liquor. “That is good,” he said, and sipped critically. “The very best, Mr. Coast. There’s little like it out of France.” “I’m glad I thought of imposing on your good nature.” “Why, so am I. My friends are always welcome. . . '-. Your health, Mr. Coast” “And yours, Mr. Miller.” ' They drank ceremoniously* Coast put down an empty glass. “That,” he declared from the bottom of a congratulated heart, “was delicious." “Another drop?” A “No. Absolutely not. ijt would inspire me to try to -buy out the shop." He offered his hand. “Good night, and thank you.” “Good night. Mr. Coast.” Qn his way put, Coast had an indifferent glance for the customers at a show case near the window. The woman, stood with her back turned, chattering volubly to the assistant in indifferent French: a small, slight figure with arms uplifted, holding a. chain of gold and imperial jade to the light. Beside her the man loomed solidly, his heavy proportions exaggerated by a fur-lined coat, his attentive pose owning a trace of proprietary interest. As Coast drew near he looked up and faced about, stripping off a glove. “Why, h’ar’ye, Coast!” Tone and manner proclaimed the

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encounter Os old friends. Perforce Coast took his hand, pausing, then dropped it, with a grave “Good evening, Blackstock.” His distaste for the man affected him intensely, but he tried to conceal it beneath a forced banality: “Early Christmas shopping, eh?” “Not exactly.” Blackstock slurred explanations. “I've just been trying to get you on the telephone.” Coast’s eyebrows underlined his surprise. “Yes?” “Yes. Thought you might care for a hand at bridge tonight; just a few of us at my rooms: Van Tuyl, Truax, Dundas, yourself and me. We’ll cut in and out. What d’ye say?” Coast’s acceptance followed an instant’s consideration. Had the invitation been extended him at any time before noon of that same day, his refusal would have beeif prompt if qualified by an invented engagement. Now, however, after what the day had rumored of the man, he was ’inclined to grasp an opportunity to study him, to see as much of him as possible—little as he cared to see anything of him. “What o’clock?” “Oh, between nine and ten —any time. You know where I hang out? We’ll count on you.” Blackstock beamed, his eyes shining behind thick lenses: to snare Garrett Coast was a signal conquest. An additional trace of affable effusiveness oiled his always slightly overpowering manner. Then doubt moderated it, and he had an irresolute eye for his companion. She had turned away from the case, with an assured attitude imperative of an introduction. Coast bowed to Blackstock’s constrained words of presentation. “Miss Fancher — my friend. Mr. Coast.” She nodded, giving him a small hand whose pressure was a thought too frank. “I’ve heard about you,” she said, nodding emphatically. “Glad to know you.” “And I’ve Enjoyed your dancing many times, from the far side of the footlights,” he told her pleasantly. “Nice of you to say that. I’m with The Rathskeller Girl now, you know. I Have you seen it?"

“I’m promising myself the pleas ure.” “Well, when you comd,- just let me know.” “I shant forget,” Coast assured her vaguely. “But now I must run along. Miss Fancher — Blackstock — good night.” rfe escaped to open air with a sensation of relief and perturbation oddly commingled. Instead of soothing, the brandy warmed his grievance until it turned writhing in his bosom and stung him like an adder. So that was the man! . . . He pressed forward more rapidly, but now in an introspective mood, oblivious of all that so recently had gratified hipa. At Fortieth Street he pulled up on the southern corner, over across from the dull grey colonnade of the new Public Library, awaiting a break in the stream of traffic. A policeman presently made away for him, holding back the press of vehicles to permit a string of their counterparts to break through. Coast stepped down from the curb and in j another minute would have been j across, but stopped in mid-stride to j hear himself named in a voice unfor- | gettable, to him inexpressibly sweet. 1 Startled, he halted beneath the noses of a. pair of handsome horses champing in taut-reined restraint, and ; glanced at random right and left. Then as again he was called —“Garrett! Garrett Coast!”—out of,the’’ comer of an . eye he detected the uplifted salutant two fingers of the driver of a towncar at halt in the outer line of northbound traffic. In the window of the car a white glove fluttered, moth-like. Beside the door, with a hand on the ! latch, he spoke through the lowered j window. “May I beg a lift, Katherine?” “Indeed you may. Didn’t I call you, Garrett?” “Good of yon. lam fortunate. I’ve

been wanting to see you—” He got in and shut the dobr at the j moment when, by the grace of the om- • nipotent policeman, motion became again permissible. The racking motor . quieted into purring: the car slipped forward, gaining momentum. Others, a swarm, swirled round and past like noisy fireflies. He ignored them all, blessing his happy chance. Katherine Thaxter in her corner had a smile for him, dimly to be detected through the gloom wherein her face glimmered like some wan- flower of the night, beautiful, fragrant, mysterious. “Where were you fjpir'g, Garrett?” “Oh . . .” He emerged from reverie with a little start at the sotfnd I of her voice. “No place In particular, i I believe I had som£ hazy notion of the club when you hailed me. And you? Home, of course.” “Yes. I’ve been shopping.” “Tired?” “Not very. . .. . .Curious I should have been thinking of you just a when the car stopped.” “I don’t agree: it Was telepathy.” /“Oh. that’s overworked, Garrett. Can’t a commonplace coincidence be explained any other way nowadays?’* I “Perhaps: but not this time. I’ve been thinking about you all day. Some impulse—l don’t know what —moved me to walk uptown from Twenty-third Street and uelays insignificant in themselves brought me to that corner just In time. That Isn’t coincidence: it’s——” He sought the word. “What do you think?” “Predestination—another name tor luck.” 4 “You’re ingenious.” “Grateful, rather.” She laughed, a gentle laugh that faded in a sigh, and after a moment of anticipative silence, almost apprehensive, felt obliged to ask: “What were you thinking about me. Garrett?” “Much the usual thing. I’m afraid—” “Oh, Garrett!” Her voice was rue> ful though she laughed. “Again?” “I’m a tersistent beggar, you know, Katherine. . . . But otherwise, also, I happened to hear your name mentioned today . . . gossip . * , an idle rumor . ." (TO BX CQM9IMUKDJ

THE THREE NEW AMERICAN CARDINALS ! J A ’\ I\j I I / iL- - A \ .. 1 jfcJSfer I I S 'j x'■ IL h i '■ ~ HIX ¥ J Itfeiliw * PO* '‘ JI I: I 1 wi* < I i a -A 3- • ll 1 n i«lr ■ ■ 1 X'! s THIS is the first photograph of the new American cardinals' and was taken in the garden of the American college in Rome' immediately after the consistory at which they were made princes of the church. From left to right they are Mgrs. Farley, Falconio and O’Connell. '

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cC” Resident of Georgetown, Conn., Rebels Against Wife. — Spouse Who Tipped the Scales at 250 Used Club and Other Weapons to Compel Husband to Work— Enjoined by Court. ■ New York. —Gustave Fredericks©]! of Georgetown, Conn., is an emancipated i man. No more will the persons on the more or less infrequent trains of ' the Danbury division of thg New Hai ven road look out the windows of the car to see if he is occupying a place in the hen coop or doing the family washing. % Mrs. Frederickson is under SSOO ball to keep the peace, and the valley from South Norwalk to Topstone is congratulating Frederickson. Mrs. Frederickson is a woman who believes not only in woman’s rights, but in the proper use of a club when she thinks her husband needs it. When in condition she tips the beam at 250 pounds, and has a fine, fair, fat face that breaks into smiles at times, except when angered by Frederickson. She is a female Samson. She car-, ries a white-hope punch in either hand, according to the husband, and .frequently adds to its vigor by using a rolling pin or a flatiron. Frederickson legally is the other half of Mrs. Frederickson, in size he compares as a peck to a bushel, and a hen peck at that. So gradually that Frederickson did not seem to realize it, Mrs. Frederickson usurped the powers of the head of the house. Det him. remain out late at the Georgetown lodge, and when he came home, if his answers did not Satisfy her, and he did not have a certificate that he was sitting up with a sick brother at Cannon Station, a few miles away, she s laid him acfoss her knee. Then with the back of a hairbrush or

DELICACX PEST IN GEORGIA Ricebirds in Flocks So County Farm as to Obscure • the Sun. • Savannah, Ga. —Tremendous flocks of ricebirds, overspreading the heavens until the sun is obscured and descending upon the fields of rice in huge numbers, have caused great damage to the rice crop at the county farm, according to T. Newell West, superintendent of Chatham county public works and roads. The crop has already been considerably damaged by the ravages of the winged marauders. and their Increasing numbers threaten still greater damage. Until recently things looked* pretty bad, but just about that time Mr. West had a bright Idea. Taking six of the juvenile prisoners at the farm and arming them with tin pans and sticks, he sent them through the rice fields beating upon'their improvised tomtoms. Astonished by the unusual noise, the ricebirds left their meal unfinished and flew in great masses in the air. Whenever they come back the boys are sent out to beat on the tin pans and the birds are frightened away from the rice. Mr. West found that this little scheme works very well considering the huge number of birds. He states that there are more ricebirds this season than he has seen in yearn. The heavens are filled with them, and the sun 43 oftentimes hidden by the huge flecks of ricebirds flying between it and the fields. Many other rice planters are employing men to shoot the birds, but Mr. West has .fqund that his plan works better than, the other. i

p , half of a cedar shingle, she made him yell for mercy. Recently Mrs. Frederickson, in a playful mood, bounced a bottle of milk off his head. Then she hit him with a poker and swung him around her head and threw of doors. Frederickson sat outside and consulted his friends. They fortified him with a certain amount of apple juice and then suggested that he have her arrested. Urged by the local orator of Georgetown Frederickson decided to strike back-—legally. She was brought into court. He was there. She stood with arms folded over her mighty chest, reminding one of the “Village Blacksmith,” scowling at the man she had promised to love, honor and obey. Justice Hubbell heard the story and looked at bumps uncharted by phrenologists that appear upon the head of Frederickson and held her in SSOO bail to keep the peace. He then stayed the execution upon her promise not to again harm Frederickson. “Come,” she said as she left court to Frederickson. “I’ll be home after awhile/’ said Frederickson, defiantly, and some one whispered in his ear that that was the way to treat her. Brothers Are Waging a Mea: War. Pittsburg, Pa. —Shoppers in the Pittsburgh market profited greatly by a price war between two butchers, brothers, whose stalls are adjoining. The price of pork loins was cut as low as four cents a pound and lamb went down to seven cents. Market ers in the early morning hours cut capers, dodging from one stand to the other, in an endeavor to get the best and cheapest “cuts.” The brothers have been business rivals, and when one brother had advertised pork loins at twelve cents, the other marked his down to eleven. Then the price cutting began and before noon it had dropped to four cents.

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Chicago Church Organizes Flying Squadron to Fill Pews by Emptying Beds. Chicago.—No longer will the man who fails to attend church Sunday morning have for an excuse that be slept late. That is, he won’t it be lives anywhere withifl three miles ot the Third Presbyterian'church. South Ashland and Ogden avenues. For a “flying squadron” of<Eihnan alarm clocks was organized, and thirty men every Sunday morning will make a quick dash about the West side, routing sleepy men from their beds and trying to persuade them to attend church. The new method of trying to till empty pews is to be adopted by the members of Bible class D of the church. In addition to getting men to church the sleep dispellers plan to arouse interest in the Bible class. The "follow up” system, used by practically every large business house selling goods, will be used by the men composing the flying squadron. Any recalcitrant sleepy head who grunts, turns over in bed, and drifts back to slumberland, heedless of the invitation to attend church, will be listed! The following Sunday a second call will be made and he again will bb aroused and urged to come to church. If after four attempts jt is shown that a warm, soft bed has more attractions than a hard and perhaps cold pew to the man. he will be considered a hopeless case and abandoned to his fate —and sleep. The story was told by Helus Terry, leader of the movement, how a young

ROB BOY OF FALSE TEETH Some oIC in Chicago Is Deprived ot Masticating Equipment Before He or She Gets It. Chicago.—Somewhere in the district of the Hinman street police sta tion there was some one—a toothless some one —who wondered why his (01 her) teeth never came. Maybe "some one” had an invitation to dinner and couldn’t go or maybe “some one' went and ate soup only. At any rate the expected set of false teeth, value . SSO. was stolen at West Twenty-sec- : ond street and South Ashland avenue by two sixteen-year-old boys from James Maloney, a messenger for a dental company at 177 South State street. Maloney rushed into the Hinman street police station and shouted: “I’ve lost my teeth!” The desk sergeant peered over his desk and into the open mouth of the boy. There were two fine, shiny white rows of incisors, canines and bicuspids. “Aw, quit your kiddin’,” replied the officer as he settled back in his seat. “On de square, somebody swiped ray teeth and 1 want yer to pinch ’em. They belonged to de company. Then the messenger said that he had chased the youthful thieves twc blocks, shouting that the parcel con j tained only teeth, but they paid nc ‘ attention to him. He was unable tc remember the name of the person to whom he was to deliver the teeth 01 the address, but knew that it was somewhere in the neighborhood ot the Hinman street station. The “boss’ had told him to be careful, for the teeth were worth SSO, but the “boss’ had gone home and there was no usq trying to get a new set of teeth in time for “some one’s” supper. Maybe the thieves will become pen itent when they discover the nature ot their booty and return the “dinner set” to their rightful owner, or maybe they will be caught, or maybe "some one” will have to continue a diet of soup.

business man was routed out of bed on Sunday morning several years ago by a member of a church “flying squadron,” how he becanft intensely interested in Bible his bus- ! iness, entered McCormick Theological j seminary and is now preaching in Kansas. 4 GET $23,600 LONG JMISSING St. Louis Postoffice Inspectors Recover Package from Clerk Lost Since Sept. 24, 1910. St. Louis, Mo.—A package containing $25,000, which disappeared from ; the annex postoffice station September 24, 1910, was recovered -here recently. George V. Steck, a postofiice clerk, who was employed in the annex station, has had the package since its disappearance. He confessed to postofiice inspectors. Os the full amount $1,400 is r’iss- . ing. Steck declares he spent this, but ' the postoffice authorities will not al- ! low him to divulge in what manner. Steck has been watched more than six months by the inspectors. Chief Inspector Daniel telephoned him tq come to the office. During the entire afternoon Inspectors Reuter Mid Bunsen worked with Steck, and late in the afternoon he returned to his home and brought the package back to the office of Chief Inspector Daniel. The $25,000 was sent by the Third National bank to the Hutchison-See-ley company of Galveston, Tex. Steck will be arraigned before the United States commissioner.

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A HOT ONE. l - t 1 Mrs. Just wed—l made thjs pudding i myself. Shall I put the sauce on it for you? Mr. Justwed—Yes; and then telephone for the doctor. , 4 The Better Part. A certain woman -went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and it chanced that her gown was not fully buttoned up in the back. Now, a priest and a, Levlte, meeting the woman and perceiving her plight, passed by on the other side, without saying a word. But a certain Samaritan, journeying that way, was touched with compassion. “Madam, quoth he, “your ha — hum —” “Sir?” the woman thereupon exclaimed and gave him a look which froze him on the spot When it appears that discretion la j the better part of valor.—Puck. New to It. • “They walked up to the desk of the Getty House in Yonkers, both In auspiciously new clothes. He took a pen from the hand of Clerk Maling with a careless, indifferent air and signed with a flourish. It was just his name. Maling looked at him in. surprise and waited. Finally he>said: “Aren’t you going to register her, too?” The man answered, “Os course," and with another flourish he added, “and wife.” The bride looked at him reproachfully, murmuring: “What did you suppose I hit you in the ribs for?” IN MATCHTOWN. Fortunately no Faith Was Required, For She Had None. “I had no faith whatever, but on the advice of a hale, hearty old gentleman who spoke from experience, I began to use Grape-Nut» about 2 years ago," writes an Ohio woman, who says she is 40, is known to be fair, and admits that she is growing plump on the new diet. “I shall not try to tell you how I sys- ! sered for years from a deranged stomach that rejected almost all sorts ol food, and digested what little was forced upon it only at the cost of great distress and pain. “I was treated by many different doctors and they gave me many different medicines, and I even spent several years in exile from my home, thinking change of scene might do me good. ! You may judge of the gravity of my condition when I tell you I was some- ’ times compelled to use morphine for weeks at a time. two years I have eaten GrapeNuts food at least twice a day and I can now say that I have perfect health. I have taken no medicine in that time—Grape-Nuts has done It alt I can eat absolutely anything I wish, • without stomach distress. “I am a business woman and can ! walk my 2 or 3 miles a day and feel better for doing eo. I have to use brains in my work, and it Is remarkable how quick, alert and tireless my mental powers have become.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. “There’s a reason,” and it Is explained in the little book, “The Road to We’lvllle," in pkgs. Ever read the abeve letters A aew owe apveara tram time t< time. They are nenulne, true, Md toU es kmua Interest.