The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 41, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 8 February 1912 — Page 7

k STORY J | No Man's | “3 Land & A ROMANCE By Louis Joseph Vance Illustrations by Ray Walters (Copyright. 19x0, by Louia Joseph Vance.) SYNOPSIS. Garrett Coast, a juMing 1 man of New York City, meets DouglksJßlackstock, who invites him to a card party. He accepts, although he dislikes Blackstock, the reason 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 Dundas and Van Tuyl. There is a quarrel, and Blackstock shoots Van Tuyl dead. CHAPTER ll.—(Continued.) The man looked up and nodded. "Well, it’s too late now. That’s done tor good and all. We needn’t quarrel ibout It.” He went back to his seat. “Good Lord, how long they are!” He began to talk, to maunder- to Aimself of what might have been and ’what had been, speaking of his aims, ambitions, achievements in an oddly detached way, aS he might have reviewed another’s life, only emotional when forced to realization of the fact that this was the end of it all. The phrase, “This ends it!” punctuated the semi-confessional soliloquy monotonously, repeated over and over with the same falling inflection. Coast detected not a word, not even a note of regret for his crime, save ifiasfar is it affected Blackstock’s fortunes — blasted them. A shrill clamor of the telephone bell electrified them all. Dundas cried out. Blackstock jumped up and itumbled into the hall. Coast, rising, heard his voice. “Yes. Tell them to come up.” He returned, almost reeling. “Here, Dundas/’ he said, slowly, “you let'’em in, will you, like a good fellow." Mute In his panic, Dundas went to the door. Coast could hear the whine of the ascending elevator, the clanking of its safety chains. ... ‘Abruptly he was conscious that Blackstock’s temper had undergone a chapge. From passive surrender to his fate the man had passed to a mood of active resistance. Somehow instinctively, Coast seemed to divine this in the surcharged, tense atmosphere of that moment. He shot a swift, suspicious look at the man, and caught in return a look of low cunning and desperation. H. ::w Blackstock in a pose of attention.. listening, evqry Sense alert, every muscle flexed —a man gathering himself together as a cat about to spring. .The elevator was very near the floor. x “By God!” Blackstock whispered, wetting his lips; and again his eyes were blazing. “I’ll fool ’em yet!” ‘ The man • turned swiftly. Outside the elevator gate clanged. Coast heard a confusion of footfalls and voices, a knocking on the door. And suddenly he understood what Blackstock intended. Already he had regained the side table and snatched up the pistol. He turned with it lifted. “They shan’t have.me!” he cried, and reversed It -to his temple. “You fool!” Coast screamed unconsciously. With almost incredible swiftness of action he flung himself upon Blackstock and seized the pistol, deflected it toward the ceiling. It exploded. For a moment longer he was struggling frantically with Blackstock to save the man from self-destruction. Then, without warning, he was seized and dragged away, holding the pistol. A strange hand snatched that away. Other hands pinioped his arms to his sides. He fought for freedom for, an instant, then ceased to resist, thunderstruck with amazement. Blackstock towered over him, pointing him out, “That’s your man —take him!" he cried. “He’s done murder and was trying suicide. I managed to keep him quiet until he heard *you comlpg, then he made a grab for the pistol? Thank God, you’re in time!” Something etuck in Coast’s throat—his tongue trying to articulate in a mouth dry with fear and consternation. “You liar!” he managed to say. “You —” , “Shut up, you!” One of the policemen holding him clapped a hand over his mouth. “Why,” he heard Blackstock say, “you saw him yourself, gentlemen. If there’s any question in your minds, here’s Mr. Dundas, who saw it all. Dundas, who shot Van Tuyl? Mr. Coast, here?" » DUnly as through a haze Coast saw Dundas emerge from the press of men In the room, a ghost of a man, eyelids quivering, limbs shaking, features working In his small, pasty face. And tn his anguish of anger, fear and resentment, Coast detected the look, unobserved by any other, of secret understanding that passed between the two men. • “Yes “ Dundas said, his voice tremu-

lous “Why—why, of course. Mr. Coast did it.” Coast felt the chill of handcuffs on his wrist —a chili that ate into his soul. CHAPTER 111. Warburton had forgotten nothing. Coast walked out of Sing Sing to enter his own car, his departure so contrived and timed that he was conscious neither of a strange face nor a curious stare. The occupant of the driver’s seat proved to be the mechanician who had driven for him prior to his trial and conviction; his “Goodmorning, Mr. Coast; it’s a pleasure to see you looking so well, sir,” conveyed precisely the right degree of respectful congratulation; in this, too. Coast recognized the hand of his lawyer. He was grateful, further, for the hamper containing an excellent cold lunch, as well as for the fact, which Warburton presently disclosed, that the affair of his release had been managed so swiftly and quietly that only the lates editions of that day’s evening papers would contain the news. “We tried to’give you as much time as we could,” Warburton told him. “Whatever yoiir plans are, you’ll be glad not to be mobbed before you get a chance to put ’em across.” Coast’s swift smile was reward enough for the little man. He snuggled comfortably into his corner of the tonneau, the broad eccentric curves of his plump face and figure radiating pride of conquest in addition to the honest delight he felt because of his client’s deliverance. To his client and friend the world rocked in a sea of emotioiis rediscovered. The sense of freedom, of space, of motion, the soft buffeting In his face of the dean, sweet, unpent air, the recognition of a new-born world a-riot with color —vernal green, ineffable empyrean blue, flooding gold of

‘ A. *— n N X / 7 \ / 1 v , \ %| I u He Found Appalling the Thought of Re-entering It

sunlight—played upon his heart a muted melody. Again he thanked his God his father and mother had not lived to know the day of his arrest. ... He experienced a curious freak of memory, very suddenly seeing between him and the glorious world a fragment of a scene, his trial, exceedingly vivid: Blackstock groping a slow way toward the witness stand, his dark face the darker for an eye-shade, his eyes masked sinisterly with smoked glasses. . . . Poor old Van Tuyl! . . . • His nerves crawled with apprehensions inspired by the city toward which the car was bearing him; the city of his birth and banishment; the city Inexorable, insatiable, argus-eyed, peopled with its staring millions, ravening with curiosity, whose appetite should long since have been glutted with details of his disgrace. He found appalling the thought of reentering it, of trying to take up his former life in its easy, ordered groove, of coming and going in the company of those in whose eyes his brow would be forever branded with the mark of Cain—yes, even though he were exonerated of the crime of which he had been accused, for which he had been placed on trial, convicted and sentenced. Would they ever learn to believe him guiltless, even though the truth were published broadcast, trumpeted front the housetops? Would he not remain to them always the questionable hero of a sensational murder trial, whose escape from the electric chair had been due simply and solely to the exertions of his influential friepds? . . . Exoneration! The word was sweeter to him than the name of Freedom had been to his

forebears m 1776 and 18bi. He uarve not breathe it —yet; he dared not hop for it qcr even question- whether or not it had been made his. What it his release had been solely due to the offices of his friends, to pressure brought to bear upon the state executive? . . . He felt that to discover such to be the case would prove insufferable. Death Itself were preferable to life without vindication of the charge that had been laid , against him. . . , So terribly he feared to learn the truth. . ’. . 1 His friends, those who stood by him, those who had been silent, those who had denied him; what would be their reception of him now? He conned the names of a dozen of the dearest; did . they believe in him, even now, in their.secret hearts? Had they ever! had absolute faith in his Innocence, j despite their protestations? Would ! he himself ever cease to doubt them se I cretly? .... Katherine Thaxter . . .? He had heard nothing of or from her since his conviction; before that, little enough; a note or two of halting sympathy, tinctured by a constraint he had been afraid to analyze. Whether it had been due to belief in his guilt, or to a thing more dreadful j in his understanding, he had never ; found the courage to debate, not even , in the longest watches of the hope- i less nights when he had lain in waking torment in his cell, listening to some miserable condemned wretch moaning in his sleep a door or two down the row. ... His thoughts had swung the full circle. He ceased to think coherently. In time Warburton touched Coast’s arm with a gentle hand. “Lunch?” he queried, almost plaintive. To see Coast smile once more was a keen delight. . . . When they had finished. Coast, refreshed and strengthened, diverted |

and enlivened, boldly grasped the nettle. ' “Well —?” he asked with a steady glance of courage. W’arburton pounced nimbly upon his chance. “It’s exoneration,” he began, and unconsciously hit upon the word so squarely that he caught himself up with a gasp at Coast’s reception of It. “Why?” he cried, alarmed, “you’re white as a sheet, man! I said exoneration —full and clear!” Coast reassured him with a gesture. “It’s just 1 joy,” he explained simply. He put his head back against the cushions, closed his eyes and drew a long breath. “How was I to guess how all this had been brought about? I ■was afraid to ask, afraid to surmise, even. Tell me, please.” “It came—like thunder out of a clear sky, Garrett; jione more amazed than I.” Warburton reverted to the habit of clipped phrases that charac- < terized his moments of excitement. ‘ “I suppose you know —you’ve seen the papers?” “Only Infrequently. I . . . was. a bit cowardly about them, I presume.” “Then you hadn't heard about Blackstock'?” Coast shook his head. “Well, his eyes went back on him — were failing during the trial, if you’ll remember. I heard he’d injured them somehow —with his wireless experiments, you know. He went nearly blind and took himself out of the country—to Germany, the papers said, to consult a Berlin specialist, perhaps to undergo an operation.” “One moment.’’ Coast took a deep breath. “Did he go alone?” “So far as I know. Why?” “No matter. Call it idle curiosity. - (TO BB CQMTXNVKIU

KING GEORGE’S BIG GAME HUNT IN NEPAL -ft — - A FTER the durbar at Delhi, King George had some big game shooting in Nepal, two camps being arranged not A far from the frontier in the jungles of the royal preserve. Tigers, rhinoceroses and other wild game were plentiful and his majesty had the satisfaction of getting a big bag.

DESERTED FOR LOVE

Policeman Tells of Romance When He Fled From Germany. Soldier Unable to Wed, but With Aid of Friends and Kirt He Eluded Authorities and Came to America With Finances. “Chicago.—“ When a man will risk 1 his honor and his life for love he can be pretty sure it’s the real article,’ I said Lieut. Max Heidelmeier, comi manding officer of the Hudson avenue I police station, and for 38 years a memi ber of the department, to a group of | friends in his office the other day. I “What did you ever risk for love, lieutenant?” asked an amused listener. “I left the German army on April 27, 1867, so that I could marry the girl I loved,” was the policeman’s re ply. “What!” cried one man who had known the lieutenant for 25 years “You a deserter? Never!” “I quit all right, but you would better wait and hear the circumstances before you judge me,” answered Heidelmeier. “I am a native of Bruckenau, Bavaria. where my father owned a large hardware store,” began the police official. “I fought in the war of 1866, between the north and south German states, and was home on a furlough

INDIAN YOUTH HAS TALENT Priest Predicts Lad Some Day Will Be Famous Artist—Has Boy’s Name Changed. Spokane, Wash.—The Rev. Father E. de Rouge, who has charge of a Catholic mission at Omak creek, on the Colville reservation, in eastern Washington, predicts that Frank Wapato, fifteen years old, grandson of Chief John Wapato, will one day exhibit a canvas In the French academy. He says in a letter to Capt. John McA. Webster, Indian agent, that he has changed the youth’s name to Pascal Sherman, for the reason that Wapato is Chinook for potato. He is teaching the boy with a view to sending him abroad in a few years to finish his art studies under the foremost painters of the day. {The boy is a native of Washington. His grandfather, now more than one hundred years of age, was one of the first friendly Indians to greet the early white settlers when they anchored their prairie schooners in the Colville country. He was the potato king in those days and gathered many blankets, pouches of tobacco and other articles in trades with the white people. He was named Wapato John, or “Potato” John, which afterwards was twisted into John Wapato by federal officials. Policeman Was “Story Teller. 1 ! Chicago—Arrested, charged with starting a fire in an alley, a four-year-old “miscreant” told the sergeant tbe 300-pound policeman who made tbe pinch was “a btg story-teller” and was (•leased.

, when I fell in love with Sabina. Sabina was my first wife. “I told Sabina that I loved her and begged her to marry me. There was only one way in which we could become man and wife at that time, and that was to come to America. She agreed and then I told my father. He remonstrated with me, at first, but finally gave in. and made arrangejnents for Sabina and me to flee to the United States. Ferdinand Wort, the steamship agent at xfur town, was father’s friend, and through him it was arranged to have me and my sweetheart meet at the city of Koeln, and then sail to this country by -the way of Antwerp, Belgium. “The night that Sabina arrived and emigrant train left for Antwerp, and I became peevish and asked why we hadn’t been sent on. “ ‘The emigrant trains are being watched closely, and you would surely be captured were I to let you go tonight,’ answered the agent. ‘Xou needn’t fear, however, for you will be across the border before those who leave tonight.’ “ ‘This is the most dangerous part of your journey,* warned the agent as he bid us goodby at the train. ‘You must keep a stiff upper lip and fear no i one. Should you be approached by any one, speak up, and then you will be carried safely across the line.’ “There Is a big arch on the dividing line of Germany and Belgium, and

' ;STOLEN SHOES WERE ‘LEFTS’ -■ft* *

Berlin Robbers Return Booty to Owners Which Contains No “Rights.” Berlin. —A certain boot and shoe manufacturer in Berlin is accustomed to display in his shop windows boots and shoes for the left foot only, keeping the corresponding right boot of each pair in his stock rooms behind the shop. Arriving at his premises the other morning, he was disgusted to find that his windows had been broken and over 100 boots and shoes carried oft. Police efforts to trace the thieves proved fruitless, and for several days the shoemaker ruefully contemplated his stock of odd right hoots and shoes, for which the left foot fellows were missing. Finally, however, he received through the post a communication written in typical Berlin slang, of which the following is a translation: “Dear Mr. Shoemaker: You will probably have noticed already that we allowed ourselves the pleasure of a visit to your shop windows. But the boots were all for the left foot. We ; were not aware that the people in your district were all left footed; presumably in the neighboring locality they are right footed. It must be delightful to see them dancing together. My two companions who made up our party did not wish to send your boots back to you, but I am a decent sort of chap, and I said: ’The man shall have his boots again.' Mr. Shoemaker. I am quite a respectable fellow, but 1 was short of small change, and that brought me upon the idea of paying you a visit But now. Mr. Shoemaker..

just as we reached it the train stopped. We saw a number of German army officers standing alongside of the coach. One of them boarded the train and he and the conductor talked in low tones at the opposite end of the coach. I lowered the window and stuck my head out. In Prussian dialect I asked the soldiers what the arch signified, e One of the officers told me, after which ! asked him for a match. After receiving it, I gave him a couple of cigars. ? “All suspicion left the minds of the conductor and the official talking to him, and as thby went out of the door the soldier said to the conductor: not the man. If he was a deserter he wouldn’t deliberately open the window and ask an officer for a match.’ » “A few minutes later the whistle tooted and the train rolled over into Belgian territory, and we w’ere safe. The next day the train arrived at Antwerp and we took passage for new York.” Dog Prefers a Pct Cat. Pottstown, Pa. —Former Clerk of Counsel John G. Kugler has a pretty Boston bulldog that “for unusual stunts has it on all other canines in this town.” “Buddy” grew lonesome a few months ago for want of companions and surprised his master by bringing home a puny, half-starved kitten. Ever since then the cat. which has grown to be a beauty, has been “Budweiser’s” fond companion, sleeping on his back and taking walks around the neighborhood with him.

just you go up to the railway station and get your boots back from the luggage office. I am sending you the ticket along with this. You need not be afraid any longer; we’ve moved into quite another quarter of the town. Perhaps I will come visit you some time later on. With best wishes for a good business, and kind regards. U.” On presenting the ticket at the railway stattion the shoemaker really did get his shoes back, and was so delighted at recovering his property that he stopped all further efforts to discover the thieves. BOYS SENTENCED TO SPANKS ,Lynn (Mass.) Judge Appoints Parents to Administer Punishment for Pulling Fire Alarm. Lynn, Mass.—As a present from Judge Lummus, in return for ringing In a false alarm of fire several weeks ago, George Myatt, eleven years old, and Lewis Tombeno, twelve years old, are going to receive a sound spanking. The boys appeared before the judge at a special session of the juvenile court and admitted they were responsible for the alarm. They promised to be good for the rest of their lives. When the judge inquired of the parents of the boys If they would agree to give each a deserved spanking, he received assurances that his suggestion would be carried out Then he announced that when a report of the carrying out of the sen tence was made to him he would for milly close the cases.

CLUE TOJUDDHISM Professor Starr Pries Into Secret of Idol. Similarity of Works Found in Oriental Temple With Monuments of Central America Is Evidence Religion Existed in America. Chicago.—After L2OO years of crosslegged meditation in a heathen temple of Korea, something exciting has happened to the giant stone Buddha of Kyong Ju. The idol has been measured, poked in its sacred ribs, and; made the center of a new theory by Prof. Frederick Starr, the University of Chicago anthropologist, who returned recently from a trip of oriental* ■ exploration. In the seated Buddha, which has. stared at the eastern sea in comparai tive neglect for many centuries, Professor Starr believes he has found the masterpiece of an ancient fully develi oped Korean art, the prototype of the i famous bronze Japanese Buddhas of o { Nara and Kamakura, and traces of sculpture and architecture analagous ; to that of Yucatan and Central America. The similarity of the works of art i found in the temple with the Buddha to the monuments of Central America and Mexico is declared by Professor Starr to be striking. He will make a careful comparison of the data he has collected in the widely remote places, and he believes his evidence will be the strongest yet produced to prove that Buddhism formerly existed on the American continent. The Chicago scientist asserted that the examination of the idol was one of the most impressive of his experiences in the Orient. The Buddha is ten feet in height, and sits in a semisubterranean temple twenty feet in diameter, surrounded by fifteen slabs of stone, each. bearing a sculptured figure. The temple crowns a high hill fifteen miles from Kyong Ju, the ancient capital of Silla, one of the three ancient Korean nations, on the eastern side of the southern half of the Korean peninsula. The only living 1 ■ I i Buddhist Tcwer, neighbor of the statue is a solitary monk who inhabits the deserted Buddhist monastery of Suk Kooi Am neari by. Professor Starr and his companion in all his travels, Manuel Gonzales, left the United States Aug. 29, sailing from Seattle on the same vessel witli Admiral Togo. “Japan’s problem is to make the Koreans realize that their interests are those of Japan,” said Professor Starr. ‘The Japanese administration is doing well, but the Korean feeling Is one of sullen dissatisfaction. The Koreans have a better government and better facilities of every sort than ever before, but the situation still is most difficult. “The Japanese and Koreans are more closely related than the Koreans and Chinese, yet geographically and culturally the Koreans have been profoundly affected by the Chinese. “Korea was a illumination I 1,200 years ago. in the temple near Kyong Ju is a part of this - beautiful flower of development where now all is squalor and meanness.” Shared Food With Birds. Kansas City, Mo.—ln front of the Hotel Baltimore a newsboy shivered the other morning. One hand was busy making ’ frequent trips to his mouth with a large “hamburger,” from which he was taking hungry sized bites. “Poor little rat He must be nearly frozen,” a traveling man remarked as he sat in a large leather chair looking out upon the snow and ice. Just then some snow birds lighted a few feet away. They*hopped about as if half frozen. newsboy tossed them a piece of his sandwich. They pecked at it eagerly. Then he tossed the remainder down and watched the birds peck At It so eagerly. / No. The traveling man didn’t go out and give the newsboy a dollar or buy him a new overcoat He lighted another cigar. ‘Td like to do something for that lad,” he remarked. “But it’s just too cold to move.” Anger Causes Sugar Blood. Baltimore, Md. —Anger, according to Or. W. B. Cannon of Harvard, causes more sugar in the blood than serenity. This, he said, explained the great de* ! mand of the muscloe for sweets.