The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 40, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 1 February 1912 — Page 3

jff i-> 7 SERIAL f t n STORY gyj a —" I "SSmTimin'i — -mb i i—Miir ">*<*■- | No Man’s] ®3 Land E? 1 A ROMANCE By Louis Joseph Vance i Illustrations by Ray Walters 4 (Copyright, 1910, by Louis Joseph Vance.) SYNOPSIS. Garrett Coast, a young man of New Yoik Citv. meets Douglas Blackstock, who invites him to a card party. He accepts, although he dislikes Blackstock, the reaaon being that both are in love with Katherine Thaxter. Coast fails to convince her that Blackstock is unworthy of her friendship. At the party Coast meets two named and Van Tuyl. CHAPTER ll.—(Continued.) Blackstock interposed hastily “That fourth-best spade of you-rs certainly did lead him up to slaughter.” He reached over and tc>ok up the deck at Truax’s elbow, spreading the cards with a dextrous sweep of his strong, blunt fingers. “Nev game. Cut. you fellows." “The invitation tempts; but there are some skins too jjhick . . ." Van Tuyl pursued. Truax pushed back his chair, nodding cheerfully to Coast. But for a heightened tint of color he showed no trace of being aware of Van Tuyl’s insolence. “Cut in, Garrett; it’s your turn. . . . Unless,” he added, "you-all want to quit. It’s pretty late. % I think I’ll drop, for one.” ‘Drop,’’ said Van Tuyl sweetly, “and be damned.” “What do you mean by that?” Truax. on his feet, turned upon his tormentor with an Imperceptible tremor In his voice. Prudence is the better part of bridge,” Van Tuyl explained carefully. “He’s a prudent man who’ becomes conscious of chilled extremities when ahead of the game.” Crimson with resentment, Truax hesitated, the retort on the tip of his tongue only withheld because of Coast's appealing and sympathetic look. Then with a lift of his plump shoulders he turned away, nodding to his host, Dundas and Coast “Good-night,” he said brusquely, and so betrayed the effort his self-control cost him. “You-all can send your checks If I am anything ahead.” “We’ll try not to forget, thanks.” A satiric smile on Van Tuyl’s thin lips winged the Parthian dart. Truax did not reply, but left the room abruptly. Blackstock accompanying him to the door. In his absence Coast cut in as Van Tuyl’s partner and took the chair Truax had just vacated. . “Deal?” he Inquired. , "Yours,” Dundas told him. “And,” Van Tuyl interjected as Coast took up the “let us trust you’ve more bridge sense than that professional dummy.” He nodded to Indicate the departing Truax. “1 carefully told him, early in the evening, that when I doubled I wanted not his highest heart, but the highest card of his weakest suit. Do you think you can remerfcber that?” “Yes,” said Coast shortly, annoyed by the other’s offensive manner “I sincerely trust so. I didn’t come here to be rooked by everybody, by incompetent partners Included.” Coast quietly put down the cards without completing the deal. “Aren’t you spraining something In your attempts to be insolent. Van?" he inquired as B'ackstock reappeared. “It happens I’ve been your partner this evening more frequently than anybody else. . “Precisely.” “And you think yourself justified In suggesting that I’ve played against you?” Van Tuyl’s dark eyes met his steadily in a sardonic stare “I’m the heaviest loser here,” he said. “You've played like a raw amateur every time you’ve p'ayed wjth me. Interpret that to your liking.” “1 shall.” Coast got up. white to file lips. “It spells good-night to me " Blackstock struck in with a heavy, ■ote of Insincere suavity “Oh, come now! It’s early yet. Van doesn’t know what he’s saying—” It was Van TuyJ’s turn to rise; he /accomplished the action with surprising dignity if with a s ight unsteadiness “Since when did 1 appoint a bounder like you to read my meantag?" he asked crisply. Blackstock hesitated, swaying a little as his temper strained at the leash. “I’ll take that from you in your present condition. Van Tuyl.” he said slowly. In his nervous anxiety to avert the <uarrel little Dundas blundered and precipitated it. "Oh, say now’” be piped. “We’re all good friends. Don't let's us slang one another. Come on. Van Tuyl—let’s .have a drink and make up,” At the suggestion Van Tuyl’s weathervane humor veered. “All right,' he Issenied; "that listens like sense." He turned to the buffet. Dundas with him. “Good-night, Blackstock.” Coast oifarwd nand “I’m off bow."

“Why . . . good-night." Blackstock’s mouth smiled, but his speech was mechanical and his eyes, slightly prominent and magnified by thick lenses, met Coasts with an opaque look singularly suggesting a cast, “rm sorry our party has to break up so early—” "Look here!” Van Tuyl swung round with a glass half-full of raw Scotch in his hand. “Aren’t you going to join us?” “Thank you, no,” said Coast dryly. “No,” said Blackstock. “And,” he added, “if I were you. Van, I'd chop that drink. It won’t do you a world of good.” “Oh?” Van Tuyl smiled acidly. “Don’t you know I reserve the privilege of acting as my own wet-nurse’” “I advised you as a friend, but I’m willing to push the trespass and tell you something you evidently don’t know, Van Tuyl; drink makes you ugly." Coast, lingering In anxiety, detected suddenly the gleam of drink-insanity in Van Tuyl’s eyes. Alarmed, he moved to place himself between the men, and In the act received full in the face what had been intended for Blackstock—the contents of Van Tuyl’s glass. Half-blinded and choking, he steppod back, groping for his handkerchief. The alcohol burned his eyes like liquid fire, and the fumes of it in his throat and nostrils almost strangled him for a moment, preventing his clear understanding of what was taking place. Dimly he heard Van Tuyl raving in his curiously clear and incisive accents, heard him stigmatize Blackstock card-sharp and blackguard. More vaguely he heard him name Katherine Thaxter —in what connection he did not know. On the heels of that something barked hideously; Dundas screamed like a rat; Van Tuyl said: Oh, God!" thickly. Dazed with horror. Coast managed to clear his vision. Blackstock had moved to the other side of the room, where he stood at a small table, the drawer of which he

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had evidently jerked open the instant before he fired. His feet were well apart and he leaned a little forward, his large head lowered upon its heavy neck. His lips were compressed to the loss of their sensual fullness, his eyes blazed beneath knotted, Intent brows. One hand was clenched by his side; the other held an automatice pistol from whose muzzle a faint vapor lifted in the still hot air. In a corner little Dundas was huddled with a face of parchment, mouth gaping, eyes astare. Both men were watching Van Tuyl. Coast saw the tall, graceful figure sway like a pendulum gathering momentum. An expression of strained surprise clouded the man’s face. He lurched a step forward and caught himself with a hand on the card-table, and so held steady for an instant while his blank gaze, falling, comprehended the neat black puncture with its widening stain upop the bosom of his shirt. “God . .” he said again in a voice of pitiful inquiry. Then he fell, dragging the table over with him. On the sound of that Blackstock moved for the first time. He drew himself up. relaxed, and dropped the weapon upon the table beside him. His glance encountered Coast’s, wavered and turned away. He moistened his lips nervously. Coast, with a little cry, ‘dropped to his knees beside Van Tuyl. Already the man’s eyes were glazing, the movements of the hand tbat tore at his breast were’ becoming feebly convulsive. While. Coast watched he shuddered and died. "Well*’’ Blackstock’s voice boomed in his ears as the man’s h nd gripped his shoulder Coast shook off the grasp and rose. “You’ve done ’’or him. he said, • wondering at tho sua-tiness of bls ■ | own voice 1 Blackstock shook bls herd, blinking

like a man waking from evil dreams "Why . . .?’’ he said huskily He turned away as if to lose sight of the figure huddled at his feet. Dundas in his corner whimpered. Blackstock swing to him with an oath. “Shut up, damn you! D’you want—” He clicked his strong white teeth, jumping as the bell of tbe house telephone interrupted. Then he went heavily to the Instrument in the short hallway that led to the entrance to the apartment. Coast heard him jerk down the receiver. “Well?” he demanded savagely. ’’Yes. An accident.” “One of my guests. Yes, badly. You’d better call up police headquarters and tell them to send an ambulance. "And don’t let anybodyup here until they come. Understand?” He hung up the receiver with a bang and tramped back into the din-ing-room. “That damn’ hailboy! . . . They heard the racket in -the fiat below and called bim up. . . . I have made a pretty mess of things!” He went to the buffet, carefully avoiding the body, and poured himself a stiff drink, which he swallowed at a gulp. Blackstock strode restlessly back to the other end of the room and threw himself, a dead weight, into a chair, facing the wall, in the silence that followed Coast coUd hear his deep and regular respirations, unhurried, unchecked. After a moment, however, he swung round, dug his elbows into his knees and buried his face in his hands. “Good God!” he said. “Why did I do that?” Dundas coughed nervously and moved toward the door. Blackstock ! looked up with the face of a thundercloud. “Where are you going?” Dundas stammered an incoherent excuse. • “Well, you stop where you are. Get back to that window-seat —and try to keep your miserable teeth still, can’t you? D’you think I’m going to let

you desert me now, after all I’ve done for you. you ungrateful rat?” Without a protest Dundas sidled fearfully between him and what had been Van Tuyl, and returned to the window-seat. Blackstock’s glowering gaze fell upon Coast A sour grimace twisted his mouth. “You’re not a bad fellow, Coast,” he said —“to stick by me. . . .” Exerting himself. Coast tried to master his aversion and contempt for the man as well as his blind horror of the crime. “What are you going to do?” “Dp?” Blackstock jumped up and began to pace to and fro. “What the hell can I do but give myself up?” “You mean that?” The question was involuntarily on Coast’s part, wrung from him by surprise, so difficult he found it to credit the man’s sircerlty. “Os course,” Blackstock explained; simply; “it’s too late now to make a get-away. ... If it hadn’t been tor that racket . . . They’d cop me before I could get out of town.’’ He 1 paused, questioning Coast with his intent stare. “You wouldn’t let jne off, would you? You’d tell the police, of course?” “Os course.” Blackstock nodded as 11 he found the reply anything but surprising. “Os course. He was your friend.” “Yours, too. Why did you do it?” ’ 1 “This damnable temper of mine. He—didn’t you hear? —threatened to tell Kate Thaxter. . . .” Black1 stock resumed his walk. “What?” “Never mind —something to prevent our marriage." I “And you killed him for that?” 1 Blackstock stopped, staring down at ! the body, “yes.” he said, in a subdued voice. • i “If that’s your way. you’d have to ’ j murder me also, you know, before you ’ could have married Miss Thaxter." > 1 (TO BE

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Will Market Cats

Company Proposes to Raise Tabbies for Their Fur. Animal Society’s Views—Treasurer Bergh Frowns on Scheme, but Fur Dealer Has Nothing but Praise for IL Corona, L. I. —This city is to have a cat farm, to be run on the same plan as a chicken farm or any other kind of farm. The scheme originated with residents of Corona who foresee a fortune in selling the skins of the cats. Judging by the sentiment prevailing against cat farms, however, the Corona Catskin company, as it is to be called, will nave troubles of its own before very long. Tbe company was organized recently and it was said that application for a charter will be made to the secretary of state within a few days. The promoters are to pay nominal sums for all stray cats that can be gathered

HAS LOST HUMAN HEADS University of Pennsylvania Museum Has 200-Year-Old Smoked Heads. Chickasha, Okla.—Prof. George B. Gordon, director of the University of Pennsylvania museum, has just received, through his agents in London, three human beads, which, although preserving the full contour of the features, are approximately 200 years old. They are the grotesquely tattooed heads of leaders of the ancient Maori of New Zealand, who were first discovered in 1770' by the famous explorer, Capt. James Cook. Professor Gordon explained that the heads were preserved by a process of smoking them and were kept for the same reasons that Caucasians keep pictures of their ancestors. The beads are not gruesome or revolting, even ,to the most sensitive and highly Imaginative person. The faces are smooth and do not suggest human flesh any more than the face of a wax doll. The eyes are slosed and the hair Is well preserved The entire face Is covered with fanciful though symmetrical figures, tattooed during life. The Maori are the only tribe of the entire Polynesian race who preserved their heads. The people of Borneo also preserve heads, but do not tattoo their laces as did the Maori According to Dr. Gordon, the preserved heads are very rare, there beng only two or three known to be in existence besides the Robley collec lion at Columbia university, which eon tains nearly a score. —North Amercan.

? ) up within a reasonable freight rate radius Having possession of these cats, they intend to go into the business of breeding cats on a large scale. Should this scheme become effective the first to oppose it will undoubtedly be the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. Henry Bergh, treasurer of the society and a member of the board of managers, when asked about such a scheme recently, said that in his opinion the society’ would be authorized to interfere. “I don’t think the object attained by the killing of cats by wholesale.” he said, “would be justifiable. Os course it raises a point which would first have tp be decided. “The promoters of the catskin company might argue that killing cats for their fur is no more unjustifiable than killing birds for their feathers. I doubt whether it would be justifiable to kill cats under any consideration unless the flesh of the animal is to be used as food. Os course, I realize that some use might be made of the

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I Princess Hassan Points Out Fatal Mistake After Five Years’ Trial. New York.—“ Never marry an Oriental—it’s a fatal mistake," said the beautiful Princess Hassan, who. before her marriage to a cousin of the khedive of Egypt, was Miss Ola Humphrey of California, an actress. After five years’ absence from her native land, the princess has arrived from her home in London and she will remain a few days at the Knickerbock- i er before going to join her mother in Oakland, Cal. The princess Spoke feelingly and somewhat knowingly on the subject of marriages between members of the Oriental and Occidental nations, for her life as a member of the khedive’s immediate family was one that was far from romantic and happy. , “To begin with,” she said, “an 0 American girl is far too independently brought up and too spoiled by her own countrymen to be dominated in the manner an Oriental expects his wife to be. You see, my meeting with the Prince Hassan was so romantic and I was so overpowered by his great manner and his magnificence that 1 married him impulsively after two months’ courtship. “1 have always been impulsive and I shall always be so. My marriage with Prince Hassan should have taken some of that quality out of me, but it hasn’t “1 know, however, enough to give advice to other American girls and the advice is never to marry people of Oriental origin or with Oriental strains

flesh other than for food purposes, bui this, to my mind, would be unjustifiable cruelty to animais. The Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals will certainly investigate such an institution if it becomes effective.* 1 The use of common, ordinary domes tic catskins in the fur business, although not common, has been heard of in this city. The fur sometime* appears on the market under various trade names, and a select lot of skins it is said, can be utilized to such ad vantage as to make a fine appearance. I. Freundlich of I. Freundlich 5 Sons, furriers, said that in his opinion there would be a big market for « catskin industry, so large, in fact that enough catsg to furnish the de mand could never be raised. "I would not be surprised at all to see such industries flourish in the fu ture.” Nose May Grow Un Again. Albany. N. Y. —Michael Bello’s nose was cut off with a razor; eight hours later the member was found in a doorway where the fight occurred, and just before sunset surgeons grafted it | back in position. They believe that | the operation will be successful I

« ,in the blood. They can never underI stand each other and the woman will be the one who suffers.” The princess was wonderfully attired in a new Parisian frock and ermine toque trimmed with sweeping aigrettes. The skirt of the frock, by the way, was made simply of a wide border of lace over nothing but chiffon. No pet ticoats were worn underneath. “All the frocks are made in ttmt fashion in Paris and London now. ■ and no petticoats are worn,” she added. MEETS DEATH INWIRE FENCE Wealthy Pennsylvanian, Unable to Free Himself, Freezes, While Friends Search. Pottsville, Pa. —Too weak to free himself from a barbed wire fence that • held him captive on a mountain three miles from here, Louis Stoffregen, 80 years old, a wealthy resident of Potts- | ville, was frozen to death. While his body was swaying about in the wind hundreds of friends searched the valley below. Mr. Stoffregen left home in the afternoon to take a walk. He apparently climbed the mountain, and was held fast when his clothing caught in a barbed wire fence. The aged mtn was probably exhausted by the long climb, and his feeble shouts were lost l»> the rush of the wind. Friends started the search when he failed to reach home at dark. State policemen who had been called in climbed the mountain and found tb“ body. - I

I PRACTICAL HELP FOR POOR ! Man Undoubtedly Had Great Scheme, Although There Was a Slight Obstacle in the Way. | - In the den which opened off the living room the man was roaring souifully bis own modernized version of an old song, “If 1 had but ten million* i a year. Gaffer Green, if I had but ten i millions a year—” “What would you do with ft?" his | sister interrupted, less for purposes of information tan in pursuit of quiet, i “On® thing, anyhow. Sis.” he broke off witn unexpected earnestness. “I’d establish a system of free laundries , for the poor. New Yorkers are woni derfully clean people, all things considered. but you can’t go around much without realizing that more laundry work and bathing would be an immense benefit in some directions.” “But how would you manage it? Who would be the beneficiaries? How could you discriminate?” “All that would have to be considered, of course. Now, you work out the details. Sis. and I’ll go out and try to scrape up the ten millions.”—New York Press. THE WAY NOWADAYS. ii/ \J\x l “ir Hoax —My daughter has reached the age w'hen a girl begins to think of marriage. Joax —Just seven years old, eh? THE TRUTH ABOUT BLUING. Talk No. 7. Avoid liquid bluing. As a reel Simon Pure farce liquid blue Is about the biggest yet. Don’t pay good money for water. • Buy RED CROSS BALL BLVU. the blue that’s all blue. A large pa kage I only 5 cents. Washes more clothes than any blue on earth. Makes laundress happy. ASKT YOUR GROCER. After the Party. “Well, George, I hope you ere pleased with yourself.” "Suffering Samson, what have I ' done now?” “Oh, nothing, of course. What did i you say to the aristocratic Mrs. Ptngle- ! ton?” | “Well, what did I say?” "And right after I warned you against your awful breaks. Yos said to hert 'How time flies! I eeppoee your young hopeful will soon put on long trousers.’ ” “Well, what the matter with that? ■ Friendly, wasn’t it?” "Friendly! Mrs. Pingleton has but 1 one child, and she’s a young woman j of twenty!” IOWA WOMAN WELL AGAIN Freed From Shooting Pains, ' Spinal Weakness, Dizziness, by Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. Ottumwa, lowa. —“For yean I was thnost a constant sufferer from female

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