The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 43, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 22 February 1912 — Page 7

’Tse rial"? [ STORY J | No Man’s] ■3 Land & A ROMANCE By Louis Joseph Vance Illustrations by Ray Walters (Copyright, xeio, by Louis Joseph VenceJ SYNOPSIS. Garrett Coast, a young .man of New York City, meets Douglas Blackstock, who invites him to a card party. He accepts, although he dislikes Blackstock, the rea•on 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. Coast struggles to wrest the weapon from him. thus the police discover them. Coast is arrested for murder. He is convicted, hut as he begins his sentence, Dundas names Blackstock as the murderer a'hd kills himself. Coast beoomes free.%, CHAPTER lll.—(Continued.) • His journey uptown In the subway which he accomplished without misadventure, shielding himself behind a newspaper, Avas his first taste of unrestricted freedom —and by that token a delight without alloy. At a quiet and inconspicuous hotel In the Forties, some distance from Broadway he registered boldly as "Brainerd West, Philadelphia,” and paid for his room in advance, explaining that his luggage would come In later. The open stare of the room clerk Irritated him but little, whose thoughts were preoccupied with a hundred halLformed and less than halfconsidefed plans. In his rooms, forgetful of his promise to telephone Warburton, he threw himself upon the bed /to ponder the next move; and exhaustion, superinduced by excitement, overcame him almost Immediately. For the better part of an hour he slept without stirring, and awakened in the end only to the shrilling, prolonged and not-to-be-denled-rlng of the telephone by the head of his bed. Still a little stupid with sleep, he required a moment or two to° grasp the Import of the switchboard operator’s advice, to the effect that a Mr. Cross, representing the Evening World, would like to see Mr. Brainerd West. The message was repeated in accents peremptory before he comprehended that he had been run to earth. “Ask the gentleman to come up at snce,” he said, and, seizing his hat, left the room as soon as he had finished speaking. Asceiyilng a single flight of the stairway that wound round the elevator shaft, he waited until the car began to rise, then rang. As he had foreseen, it paused at the floor below to discharge the newspaper man before coming up for him. As he itepped Into the cage he pressed a Hollar Into the operator’s palm. "Down,” he demanded; "ground floor. And don’t stop for anybody.” , A single minute later he was In the itreet. Haste being the prime essential of the situation, he dodged round the corner Into Sixth avenue, walked a, block uptown and turned through to Breadway. There suddenly, as he paused at the upper end of Longacre square, doubting which way to turn, what to do, he to sensibility of his solitude, and knew himself more utterly alone In that hour than ever he had been throughout his days. A passing handsom pulled in to his ilgnal. He entered, giving the address of Katherine Thaxter’s home. There was a crimson glare of sunset down the street when he alighted and paid his fare. "Just in time,’’ said Coast; “I was •o come to tea today—l begged the privilege only yesterday. . . .” He paused, silenced by a presentiment bred of the aspect of the house. At every window the shades were drawn level with the sills. The flight of brownstone steps, littered with wind-swept dust and debris, ran up to heavy oaken doors, tight-closed. The seal of a burglar-protective concern stared at him from a corner of one of the drawing-room windows. Only in the old-fashioned basement were there signs of life; the area-gateway »tood open; a gas jet glimmered through sash-curtains. Heavily Coast turned into the area, tnd rang the basement bell. After some time the door was opened to him and he entered, to have >is hand caught and fawned upon by •he aged butler who had smuggled aim sweets when Coast in the pride and pomp of his first ’knickerbockers had come to stay with Katherine In tier nursery. "Oh, Mr. Garrett, Mr. Garrett!" the old voice quavered. "God bless the day, sir! I’ve seen the papers and I said that you'd be here, sir, as soon as ever vou got back home. I knew "twould turn out so, sir, from the first; I’ve never failed to stand up for you and say you never done it. . . . But a black shame It is justice was so long in coming—” * Soames rambled on, garrulous In semi-senile joy. Coast leaned wearily against ths wall of the gloomy base-

ment hallway, with no heart to inters nipt At length, however, he found his voice. “Thank you, Soames,” he said, gently. But —Miss Katherine?” The answer he had foreseen, hopelessly. “Gone, sir—gone this many a day. . ’ . . You know what happened, sir?” “I can guess. But tell me." He steeled himself against the disclosure of what he already knew with intuitive certainty. “Mrs. Gresham died—you knew that, sir?" Soames named Katherine’s aunt, with whom she had lived after her parents* death. “During my trial—yes, I knew.” “She never believed you guilty, sir. Perhaps you’d like to know . . "But Miss Katherine?" The old man shook his head rpournfully. “Mad, sir, mad . . ”he mumbled. ' Coast caught his wrist fiercely. “What’s that you say?" “I say she was mad, sir, to do what she done, and that I’ll say though It cost me my place. . . . It wasn’t a decent three months after Mrs. Gresham passed away, sir—you’d been —been sent away barely a month —when she married him —” "Blackstock?" "Yes, sir. . . . She didn’t know what she was doing, sir. I’ve thought It was what I’ve heard called infatuation. She didn’t know her own mind when he was talking to her. He carried her clean off her feet, so to speak. ... So they were married and went away.” “To Germany, I understood, sir.” “You’ve heard —” “Never a word —not a line. I sometimes wonder at It, sir. She left me a bit of money to run on till she returned, but that’s gone long ago.

— — y—j* I f/f/C ' 1 I u 9 LX’ "He Carried Her Clean Off Her Feet, So to Speak."

sir, and I’ve had to draw upon my savings. . . . She faust know. Blindly Coast turned and reeled Into the servants’ dining-room, where he fell into a chair by the table, pillowing his head upon his arms. A passion of blind, dumb rage shook him by the throat; blackness of despair succeeded that; he sat motionless, witless, overwhelmed. An hour or two passed before the butler aroused him With an -offer of biscuits and a decanter of rare old port; all the house had, he protested, fit to offer to his Mr. Garrett. Coast ate and drank mechanically, without sense of taste or refreshment. Even the generous wine lay cold within him. Still later he asked for writing materials and scrawled a few lines to Warburton, briefly requesting him to look after Soames and advance him money from time to time, according to his needs, pending the return of his mistress. Then, rising, he stumbled forth into the -night, at once unconscious and heedless of whither his feet were leading him, walking far and blindly under the sway of a physical instinct dumbly demanding of him action and exertion. Midnight found him on a hilltop far beyond the city limits. Insensibly comforted by the great calm of the tranquil countryside, blanketed with kindly darkness, lighted only by the arching stars. There was a wind of freedom in his face, sweet with the keen tang of the sfia. Before him there was only the mystery of chance, the grateful oblivion of the open spaces; behind him a lurid sky, overhanging the city of his renunciation. Without a thought of choice, he trudged onward into the unknown. So, plodding, the night enfolded him to her great bosom, warm with peeoe.

CHAPTER IV. - I To the boatyard and ship chandler fng establishment of a certain Mr. Huxtable in the town of Fairhaven, on the eastern bank of the Acushnet river, there came—or. rather, drifted with the tide of a casual fancy—to ward the close of a day in June, Garrett Coast. A declining sun threw his shadow athwart the floor of the chandlery. Huxtable glanced up from the muddle of papers on his desk. Coast lounged easily in the doorway, with one shoulder against the frame; a man notably tall and slender and graced, besides, with a simple dignity of manner that assorted oddly, in the Huxtable understanding, with clothing well-worn and travel-stained. Out of a face moderately browned, his dark lyes glimmered with a -humor whimsical, regarding Huxtable. The object of their regard pushed up his spectacles for a better view. "Well?” he inquired, not without a suspicion of grim resentment, who was not weathered to laughter at his own expense. It happened, however, that Coast’s amusement sprang from another cause; his own utter irresponsibility, which alone had led him to the chandlery, he considered hugely diverting. "I was just thinking,” he said, smiling, "that now would be a useful time to buy a boat." Huxtable, possessed of an Inherent predilection for taciturnity, liable, ever and anon, to be sore beset if not wholly put to rout by the demon Curiosity (a familiar likewise legitimate ly handed down to him by several generations of New England forebears), with a mute nod to signify that he had heard and now awaited without prejudice ,a more explici 4 : declaration.

“A boat,” Coast added, “preferably ,of the center-board cat type, with a hard-working motor auxiliary.” The Huxtable mind, which you are to believe typical of its caste, like a ship wisely navigated, moved cautiously in well-buoyed channels. It clung to tradition, whether in the business of boat building, which it pursued to admiration, or in the lighter diversion o'- humor, to which its attitude re sembled that of the ancestor worshiping heathen Chinese. Premonitory symptoms of a reversion to type in the matter of wit were betrayed by the corrugation of the Huxtable wrinkles. “To go sailin’ in?” After this utterance, tradition flapped its wings and screamed; Hux- ' table himself condescended to chuckle; Coast, to a tolerant smile. “Possibly,” he conceded. “Have you such a boat?” “I might have,” Huxtable admitted cautiously. "Come along.” lie rose and led the way through a back door inte the boat yard. f (TO BE CONTINUED.) . Take Your Choice. “Don’t you think. Dr. Fourthly;" said his literary parishioner, "that ithe larger, fuller intellectual life of the present day, with Its freedom from the baseless fears and superstitions that have kept the human soul in bondage through the centuries, has been a potent agency in bringing about the demonstrated and well established increase tn the average 1 duration of human llfe?" t 1 “O, yes, to be sure,” said the Rev. 1 Dr. Fourthly; “and then people take better care of their teeth' nowadays > than they used to, you know." > He Needed One. She—“ Jack has a strong face." He i -—"lt* has to be. You should see his • wife."—Fort Worth Record.

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Bob Dean, Terror of Criminals, to Be Evangelist. Arkansas Sheriff Is Determined to Supervise Execution of Man Who Killed Marshal Before He Takts Up New Work. St. Louis.—Bob Dean, known for years as a “bad man” and a dead shot, who has killed ten men in his time and has himself been shot thirteen times, who is Acting now as deputy sheriff of Mississippi county, Arkansas, will soon lay aside his guns, give up his duties as officer of the law and go forth into Mississippi, his native county, and preach the gospel of peace and good will to the rough men who have known him hitherto only as a man ill to trifle with. This change of life and front Bob Dean decided on Sunday night, December 17, at the close of a three weeks’ revival service conducted by Rev. Chambers Mannering, who converted Dean early in the meetings. It during the closing of the services that the deputy sheriff arose and said that he Intended to lay down his pistols and take up the Bible. There is only one reason for the delay. He is not ready to assume his role as preacher until he has closed his career as an officer of the law by officiating at the hanging of Henry Coates, now in jail at Osceola, Ark., awaiting execution. Last April Coates shot and killed Marshal R. L. Ferguson of this town, and so seriously wounded Bob Dean himself that he lay in a Memphis, Tenn... hospital for three weeks, his life hanging by a thread. By a special dispensation of the governor, at the request oL Sheriff C. B. Hall, the latter official will relinquish his duty as sheriff on that occasion and dllow Bob Dean to do the hanging of the man who wounded him. So soon as his “ancient enemy” is banged Dean will take up his ministrations. Coates was discovered a few miles from Osceola In the act of tying up his boat and taking on a cargo of whisky. Upon the officer’s demand to give himself up Coates had the boat push off and replied with a volley of buckshot from his shotgun. Both officers returned the fire, their shots

LOVE BESTS U. S. RED TAPE Cupid Triumphs Over the Immigration Officials of Uncle Sam After Long Delay. Boise, Idaho. —That true love never runs smoothly and Dan Cupid always has away was proved in a deportation here involving directly Miss Emma Nielson of Copenhagen, Denmark, and indirectly herfiance, H. Peterson of Rigby, Idaho. The case put in- operation the machinery of the United States immigration department, Idaho’s congressional delegates at Washington and Gov. J. H. Hawley, with the result that Miss Nielson was admitted to the United States and her marriage is soon to be celebrated with her fiance at Rigby, Idaho. Pierson met his fiancee at Copenhagen two years ago. Their friendship ripened into love. He is a prosperous business man and rancher at Rigby. On his return to the United States he made arrangements for Miss Nielson to come to America. She was not allowed to land, as the Immigration officers believed she was to join a polygamist She could not explain her coming satisfactorily and was deported. Mr. Peterson took the matter up and tried to get Miss Nielson in the United States byway of Halifax, N. S. She was stopped, but after long delay and further investigation, she was admitted and has gone to Rigby to marry Peterson. Fino Bullet in Appendix. Lawrenceburg, Ind. —Stricken wltn appendicitis while on a hunting trip, Benjamin Kramer died before help could reach him. Surgeons found a loaded cartridge In his appendix.

going wild. The second volley by Coates, however, felled Dean, and another instantly killed Ferguson, whose body pitched headlong into the river. Five days later the dead body of Ferguson was found 25 miles down the river, and on the following day came the news from the Tennessee side that Coates had been captured. The declaration of Dean that he will renounce his former life after springing the gallows on which Coates will hang has awakened much local curiosity, and that there will be an immense crowd present in Osceola when the hanging comes off is a certainty. DISOWNS CHILDREN TO WED Eastern Widow Ships Four Little Girls to Idaho Foundling Institution. Boise, Idaho. —Rather than miss a chance to remarry, a widow somewhere in the east put a shipping tag on her four little girls and consigned them to the Children’s home foundling institution in this city. The name of the mother is withheld by Superintendent Christian of the home, but he learned after an Investigation that she had spent SI,BOO life insurance and $1,600 left to the children by their father, and wished to be relieved of their care, that she might get another husband. “To the Children’s home—Please care for these children,” she wrote, and pinned the note on the dress of the oldest girl, aged 11, as she bundled them onto the train. The youngest was four years old. With the little ones in charge, Superintendent Christian left for Minneapolis, where an aunt had promised to give them a home. FROZE HIS TONGUE TO POLE * Missouri Boy Offered All Kinds of Aid by Crowd—ls Freed and does to Doctor. Independence, Mo. —Albert Antoine Bundschu, nine years old, youngest son of A. J. Bundschu, an Independence merchant, has a sore tongue. It came about as a result of trying to test the adhesive power of cold iron In zero weather. With some schoolmates, young

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Chicago Is Greatest Distributing Station in America. Competition Not Only In Selling But Buying School Publications Has Caused Many Scandals in This Business. Chicago. — Chicago’s supremacy among cities in most branches of commercial utilitarian production it undertakes is so well ,known as to over-, shadow whatever excellence it may have in pure Intellect. The municipality has had to struggle to extend its reputation of being artistically inclined, but even with the comparative success it has attained in that direction few persons know that Chicago has erudition to scatter about the country. Yet this city is known, in fact, as the greatest distributing center of educational books in America. Publication of school books is a mysterious process, as far as the general public is concerned. In this business there is competition, and fierce competition, too, not only in selling, but la buying as well. Competition in selling has more than once occasioned scandal and formal investigation; in buying it is another thing entirely. The Three R’s company, for instance. persuades the authorities In Jonesville that the Alphabet company's school readers in use there are inferior to a new publication of the “Three R’s.” Therefore the latter gets the opportunity of selling its own readers in Jonesville, taking old and

Bundschu was passing a candy store on West Maple avenues? While some ' went in and bought candy, Bundschu stood on the sidewalk near an iron trolley pole. A sudden impulse seized the boy to apply his tongue to it. He tried it. His tongue remained frozen to the iron, and all of his efforts to get it loose were fruitless. A crowd gathered. There were many suggestions. One man came running i with a bucket of cold water, which he said was just the thing; “warm water w'ould never do.” Another from across the street snatched a teakettle full of boiling water from his stove ' and came to the rescue. Finally F. A. Schweers, proprietor of the candy store, arrived wish some lukewarm water which was poured on gradually, at the junction of the trolley pole and the boy’s tongue. Gradually the tongue came loose. Then the boy went to the family physician for treatment. MAN REGAINS HIS SENSES Chandler Rogers, Who Puzzled Seattle Doctors, Tells Who He Is. i i New Bedford, Mass.—Awakening to his real identity for the second time In fourteen years, Chandler Rogers of Seattle, Wash., "the man who forgot,” found himself at the Emergency hospital here surrounded by a group of physicians, who are studying his strange case. Fourteen years ago a man giving his name as Eafl Keller drifted into Seattle, secured a position, courted many women, one of whom he subsequently married. Several months ago he was found suffering from pressure of the brain. Physicians trepanned his skull. I The patient announced after the effect of the anesthetic had worn off, that his name was Chandlery Rogers and it was found that the previous fourteen years of his life was a blank. He could not even remember that he had ever been known as Keller. On December 26 he went to Boston to visit his sister, Mrs. Florence W. Walling, whom he had not seen for fifteen years. A few days ago he made arrangements to enter the Seidls institute at Portsmouth, N. H. Later he was picked up In t£e streets here and taken to the hospital where he was treated for 36 hours before he awoke to his real identity for the second time. His watch and money were missing and he believes he was robbed while he was suffering from his strange mental lapse.

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