The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 44, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 29 February 1912 — Page 3

STORY | No Man's] ■3 Land & A ROMANCE By Louis Joseph Vance Illustrations by Ray Walters (Copyright. xpio, by Louis Joseph Vance.) 7 * SYNOPSIS. Garrett Coast, a young man of Now York City, meets Douglas Blackstock, 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 falls to convince her that Blackstock is unworthy of her friendship. At the party Coast meets two named Dundas and Van. Tuyl. There is ft 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, but as he begins his sentence, Dundas names Blackstock as the murderer and kills himself. Coast becomes free, but Blackstock has married Katherine Thaxter and fled. CHAPTER IV.—(Continued.) \ With a twist of his eyebrows spelling doubt, Coast followed. He was not wholly satisfied that there was any wisdom latent in this latest freak of his errant fancies. For a fortnight he had given Impulse Its head, and so, docile to its aimless divagations, had found contentment of a sort—more a parody than the real thing; dreamless rest won through wholesome bodily fatigue, a waking distraction bred of constant change of scene; thin ice over the troubled deeps of a heart embittered. Eastward from New York he had wandered, mostly afoot, unknown, unrecognized, Warburton alone cognizant of his movements, and that under strict Injunction of silence; thus he had come blindly, seeking surcease of his distemper, finding only the oblivion of fatigue. And recently he had become uneasily conscious that even that was losing its effect, as an opiate will in a frame too long habituated to its action; now and again the thought of Katherine and Blackstock would crawl In his mind, viperous, poisoning the very sunlight. Here, without presagq, he found his whim aiming for salt water. Was he wise to humor it? Would he find healing in the swing of the seas, the savor of the hiss of waters broken by plunging bows, the gurgle astern? Huxtable led him directly to a little vessel in a cradle on the ways and bright with new paint. “The Echo," he introduced her: “five year old. weather-wise, sound and sweet, fast and able. Owner left her with me lor sale. Seven hundred and a bargain.” Coast strolled round the boat with an eye critical of her lines, then clambered up the skeleton ribs of the cradle and dropping into her cockpit, verifying Huxtable’s catalogue of attractions. Presently he climbed down again, Impressed that the boat would probably justify its recommendation to the letter. "When can you put her in the water?” "In fifteen minutes.” "Do so, then, please, and have the gasoline tanks filled and the batteries wired up. . . . I’ll want these be sides." He found a pencil and scrap of paper and scribbled a list of supplies, . . . “You’ve a spare mooring oft here?” he Inquired, and received an affirmative. “Then put her oft; I’ll sleep aboard her tonight. Now I’ll take a turn up town and buy provisions and things.” He fitted out without thought of economy: in the list of his acquisitions he could find no lack; by nightfall the Echo was furnished with everything that Coast could think of as essential or desirable for coastwise cruise, whether brief or protracted. , ■ There was no plausible excuse for his failing tD" sleep; the Echo rode without much perceptible motion, moored about a hundred yards oft shore; waters whispered somnolently alongside; the town was quiet Yet Slumber was denied him; an unwonted excitement sparkled his imagination, kindled by a sense of adventure distilled from tomorrow’s promise. At five bells he rose and went on deck to smoke, his trouble heavy upon, him. The cockpit was not more drenched with moonlight than with dew, but the air was motionless and suave; in pyjamas and slippers, lolling upon the. dry side of an overturned seat cushion, he felt no need of heavier clothing. Presently a breath of air stirred feebly; catspaws darkened the silver; sighing, the air died; the flawed surface of the harbor smoothed and brightened. Then again the breeze fanned up out of the northwest, vaclllant; advancing, languishing, w'axing gradually In volume until it blew full and free. Coast shrugged to the chill and rose to go below, but paused, attracted by astir of life aboard a small, twomasted, schooner that had been riding idly at anchor between two and three hundred feet away toward the shipehaone)

He saw a movement of bustling men upon her deck. Her sailing lights appeared: a green starboard eye glared at him fixedly. The mainsail was hoisted, the foresail went up. Then, falling off broadside to the ebbing current, the vessel shaped her course handily for the harbor-mouth, booms crashing to port as the red eye swung to bear on Coast As she drew abeam he could see her deck quite clearly, glistening in the white glare that threw the scurrying figures of the crew Into clear black relief. They went abent their tasks adeptly, surefooted and alert, with a curi&tw detachment of attitude, having no regard whatever, apparently, for that which held Coast spell-bound. In the waist two men were struggling, locked in one another’s' arms and staggering, now this way, now that, neither uttering a sound. They fought strongly, each with a passionate concentration of effort, each in silence. k He saw one suddenly give way.vas though his foot had slipped. He weht down upon a knee, the weight of his antagonist heavy upon him, and recovered only with a tremendous and convulsive effort, but now with his hold broken and at the other’s mercy. In half a dozen breaths he was rushed to the rail (where he attempted futilely a last stand), forced backward over it and so held. A fist was lifted above him and fell like a hammer. There followed a splash, but no outcry. The man went under like a log. The schooner slipped onward with growing impetus, sails bellying luminous. No life-preserver was thrown, not a hand raised, not, so far as Coast could discern, a head turned to see the fate of the defeated, Loosening the draw-string of his pyjamas and ripping off the Jacket, Coast leaped to the Echo’s stern, poised himself llthely and shot out, cleaving the water almost without a splash. Warmth came of exertion; refreshed, invigorated, he swam with swiftness and strength, concerned only to reach his goal before the man could sink finally. At length winning to

7 ' ■ “It’s These Infernal Clothes.’

.his side, he held off warily, watching for a chance to close in and at the same time escape the clutch of those valiantly thrashing arms. "Now, now!” he cried, as one might strive to soothe a restive horse. "Easy, there! You’re only tiring yourself out.” The splashing ceased in some measure, the man wiggling awkwardly round to bring the source of that voice within his range of understanding. “Lord!” he said, breathless. "You’re welcome.” Encouraged by this note of sanity, Coast swam nearer. any help?” “What do you think?” { The moderate exasperation of this reply educed a spontaneous laugh from Coast, which he checked abruptly as the other man again went under, to an accompaniment of frantic kicks and splashes. Before Coast could reach him he re-emerged, blowing and , sputtering. “Beastly tasting water,” he commented between gasps, resting. “What the devil are you trying to do?” “Get rid of these damnable trousers: they won’t let me swim.” “If I lend you a hand, will you—” "No; I won’t grab you. I know the answer to that, and I’ve had one slam between the eyes already. Come along and be a hero, why don’t you?” Coast chuckled as he ranged alongside. “Put one hand on my right shoulder,” he advised, “and keep as still as possible. I’ll do the swimming.” “You’re the doctor.” The man followed his instructions promptly. “Sorry to trouble you, though." "That’s all right .. . i “It’s these infernal clothes. I can ■ swim, without them. Every try to disrobe on the bed of the seal*'

After a time, In a reflective tone, “Me for the Demon Rum after this,’’ came over his shoulder. “I never knew water could taste so vile." Coast made no reply; apparently none was expected. Laboriously gain-. Ing to the side of the catboat, he blung to It, panting, while the other considerately transferred his hold. Hanging so, he rolled an inquiring eye to his benefactor. “This occasion,” he observed, “is quite too unique. Never have I met a man I liked so well, under similar auspices. Permit me: my name is Appleyard, Christian name (from the Old Testament) Melchisedec —kindness of sponsors tn baptism. Please don’t look like that: I regret It, likewise.” He paused, watching Coast gravely. “Melchisedec means ‘king of righteousness,’ but don’t be alarmed; mistakes will happen even at the baptismal fount. . . . And you, sir?" “Coast —Garret Coast." “Congratulations: that has a human ring. And I am pleased to meet you. None the less, I owe him no gratitude who cheats me of a watery grave to freeze me to death. Upon my word of honor (whatever that may be), I cannot move . . . anything except my Jaw.” Laughing, Coast scrambled aboard the boat, and leaning out caught the man beneath the arms. After considerable exertion on the part of both, he tumbled Into the cockpit and incontinently, with a heavy sigh, collapsed on the deck, In a dead faint. In alarm his rescuer dived below and returned with towels and a bottle of brandy. The latter being immediately resorted to, brought Mr. Appleyard back to consciousness. “Very good stuff,” he commented, half-strangled. “I had a premonition that my season-ticket on the waterwagon had run out ... I assure you I swallow’ed a cubic foot of Fairhaven harbor; all my Insides are insulted.*’ “Get up,” said Coast, “get those clothes off and dry yourself. I’ll lend you a blanket and a berth for the night.” “With all the pleasure in life.”

Coast took him down into the cabin,'assigning him the starboard berth. “I trust you’ll be comfortable," he said, with a solicitude not unmlxed with wonder that so much fire and fortitude u could inhabit a frame so frail and slight. “Sure to be.” Appleyard rolled himself luxuriously into his blanket and breathed deeply of his content. “But how can one feel at ease . . . who strolls stark-naked . . . aboard a perfect strangers . . . private yacht . . . and — eyah! — makes himself at home without ... so much as by your leave '. . “Don’t —” Coast started to reassure him. He was Interrupted by a slight but unquestionably sincere snore. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Insects That Use Rubber. When Para trees are tapped, after the gum has run intn receptacles and stiffened, a species or large black ant is accustomed to cut out pieces of the rubber and carry them away. Bees also find uses for India rubber, and some species in South Africa actually cut the bark of trees that produce resinous substances in order to cause a flow of the sap. The gum is employed by the bees as a ready-made wax for their nests. To Cultivate Memory. The best way to remember a thing is thoroughly to understand it, and often to recall It to mind. By reading continually with great attention, and never passing a passage without understanding and considering it well, the memory will be stored with knowledge, and things will recur at times when we want them, though we can never recollect the passages or from whence we draw our idea*.

memorial Building to American Indian JOj| jol I ; \■; ' J THE next two years will be devoted by Andrew Carnegie’s architect Alfred Kelsey of Philadelphia, to the preparation of plans for the magnificent memorial Indian building to be erected in Washington by the steel magnate and other philanthropists. Mr. Kelsey announced that he would visit Indian settlements, from the Isthmus of Panama to Alaska, in search of Ideas. The ancient art, traditions and habits of the aborigines will be minutely studied and as far as possible will be symbolized in architectural designs. A broad flight of steps leading to a wide platform will form a spacious approach, in the center of which will be an equestrian statue of an Indian with uplifted hand, in token of peace and friendship. On each side towers will stand in which a collection of old, soft-toned mission bells will hang, gathered from several states. J

HAD PAPER IN 1604

I Was Published Earlier Than Boston News Letter. Periodical, in Manuscript Form, Called “Master William,” Issued 3CO Years Ago by French on St. Croix Island, Me. New York.—An industrious digger Into the depths of the past .has brought to light the interesting fact that America’s first newspaper was published a full century earlier than the date commonly ascribed. If it was not a newspaper in the later acceptance of the term it was at least a periodical, prepared and published with more or less regularity for the eager perusal of the little community which it served. In short it was on St. Croix island, a few miles below the present city of Calais; that the Master William.was published during the winter of 160405 by the members of the French expedition under DeMonts and Champlain, wfio were seeking to establish there the capital of the vast and vague empire claimed by France In America. They were the first "Europeans to pass a winter on these northern shores of the new world since the days of the legendary Northmen centuries before; and at that time they werb the only Europeans in America north of the Spaniards in Florida. Samuel Champlain himself, later the founder of Quebec and the father of New France, was the chronicler of the expedition, and in his vivid story of that winter on St. Croix island he makes express mention of the Master William, the significance of which appears to have been overlooked by historians generally. He relates that the paper °was prepared from time to time “by the bright spirits of the party” to while away the tedium of the long and severe winter. It was passed around in written, not printed, form; but among a few score men, all deadhead subscribers, that was a wholly satisfactory method of publication.

French Socialist Bill Doomed

Trades People and Politicians of Republic Fight Measure That Would Lower Living Cost. Paris. —The government’s proposal to reduce the present high cost of living by the establishment of municipal bakers’ and butchers’ shops throughout the country Is meeting with determined opposition from various quarters. It was of course foreseen that the trades people, whose business would be subject to • competition, would raise an outcry, but it has come as a great surprise that many politicians, who might have been expected to back it heartily, are either maintaining a neutral position or supporting the opposition. In nearly all cases the radical socialists have criticised the project severely as unworkable and inefficacious and the very few —that is the collectivists —who have felt bound for the sake of consistency to favor the bill, are doing so with very little enthusiasm. An excellent indication of the strong feeling against the bill has just been given by the debate and vote of the Paris municipal council on a resolution presented by Councilor Robiglia, protesting against the creation of co-operative shops. At the meeting of the council, which was exceptionally well attended, forty members voted for the resolution and thirteen against it All the latter were avowed collectivists, but a number of extreme “lefts,” or radical

i Christmas day, 1604, was celebrated by the colony with special zest—it was the first Christmas observance, by the way, in what is now New England—and after the religious exercises of the morning and before the feasting and drinking and general merrymaking became too boisterous a special Christmas issue of the Master William was read to the company by the editors. So early did the idea of the “extra” and the “holiday number” take root in American Journalism! It Is a great pity that the chronicler did not include a copy of the Master William in his record, or something more about it than the bare mention of its occasional appearance. It was not until 1704, a full century later, that the Boston News Letter was established, commonly spoken of as the first newspaper in America, and continuing for fifteen years to be the

Worry Kills Pastor’s Wife

Strain of Husband’s Fight With Classis Too Great for Passaic (N. J.) Woman. Passaic, N. J. —Illness brought on by worry over the troubles her husband had with the members of the North Side Christian Reformed church and the Classis of Hudson, to 'which it belongs, hastened the death of Mrs. Arie J. Vandenheuvel, according to a statement made by her physician. Six months ago Mr. Vandenheuvel was dragged into the divorce suit of one of his churchmen as a witness. His testimony was. a large factor in causing Vice-Chancellor Stevenson to annul the marriage, but caused a row in his congregation, which resulted is his being suspended by the classis. Mrs. Vandenheuvel, who helped her husband in the fight, was taken ill, but even in her illness she kept in touch with every movement made by her husband’s enemies. Recently the members of the church, a majority of whom favored Mr. Van-

members abstained from voting altogether. In accordance with the large majority of votes a protest, strongly worded, has been forwarded prime minister. Thus this extremely important experiment in municipal trading, supported by the government, has been rejected by the greatest municipal body in France. The feeling among the public is correspondingly strong. It is pointed out that co-operative shops not being obliged to make a profit and being backed by tlie funds of the municipality will be able to retail goods at low prices and thus badly

Profit In Muskrat Farm

* Woman Enlarging Her Bank Account In Novel Manner—Owns 400 Acres of Marsh Lands. Newark, Del. —Running a muskrat farm may be a queer business, but that it Is profitable Mrs. John Fox can vouch. Mrs. Fox owns four hundred acres of marsh land between Silver Run and Appoqulnimink river, in the lower part of New Castle county, on which nothing whatever can be raised except muskrats, yet she will clear In the four months from November-15 to March *ls more money than any wheat qr corn grower In the state will in a year on a farm of the same size. The muskrat crop this year is unusually good and as a consequence Mrs. Fox is fattening her bank ac-

only one. An attempt was made tc publish a newspaper in Boston in) 1690, but only one issue was pul j forth. It was called Public Occur j rences, and the watchful authorities , promptly snuffed it out “for uttering reflection of a very high order.” How successfully have most newspapers of later years steered clear of any such danger! But we are wandering far from the enterprising young adventurers of St Croix island and their newspaper ol 1604. Their effort was a small one and the results were transient; but there is a certain sentiment whict attaches to first things, and in his torical matters a certain importance also. The Master William deserves its rescue from oblivion, and should ; not again be neglected when ths story of the feeble beginning of new world journalism is told. But what as opportunity was missed by the pub lishers of th 3 Calais Tinies or ths Eastport Sentinel when they failed to take the name of the pioneer sheet and to put forth the claim of being its direct successor.

denheuvel, withdrew from the classis, declaring themselves free and independ and restored Mr. Vandenheuvel to the pastorate. Mrs. Vandenheuvel, seriously ill in bed, was overjoyed with the victory, and the excitement it brought on, together with the strain caused by the long fight, caused her death. DEFY DEATH IN GOLD RUSH Race to New Fields, 130 Miles Frorr Dawson, Being Made With Temperature at 40 Below Zeroi Dawson, Y. T. —Two hundred men with dog teams and prospecting outfits are making a six days’ race tc the new gold field at the head ol Sixty Mile river, 130 miles from Dawson. The temperature was about zero w r hen the rush began, but has since dropped to 40 degrees below.

damage, if not Sruin, the business of private trades people. At the same time the probable raising of taxes and the various notorious instances of mismanage ment by the state when It has tried to compete in trade or commerce are pointed to as proof of the unsoundness of the measure. The bill has caused the greatest consternation among the small shop keepers of the country, who see themselves threatened with ruin. Their unions are prepared to defend themselves to the utmost against the favored competitor. In view of the almost universal disapproval of the government’s proprosed plunge into socialism it seems probable that the bill w-ill quietly be dropped.

_ count. In the past 15 days men employed by her have trapped 1,700 muskrats. The pelts are worth 45 cents apiece and the bodies five cents, making the market price 50 cents for each animal. During the entire season it Is expected that ten thousand muskrats will be trapped on her marsh land, which will bring in $5,000, and of that amount at least three thousand dollars will be profit. Starves to Death on Diet. Omaha.- —Mrs. Soutse Zschau, who began dieting six months ago in an effort to recover her health, starved to death the other day.

FLAX GROWING IS PROFITABLE WESTERN CANADA FARMERS BECOMING RICH IN 3 PRODUCTION. So much has been written regarding the great amount of money made out of growing w’heat in the prairie provinces of Manitoba, Saskatchewan and Alberta, Western Canada, that many other products of the farms are overlooked. These provinces will always grow large areas of wheat —both spring and winter —and the yields will continue to be large, and the general average greater than in any other portion of the continent Twenty, thirty, forty, and as high as fifty bushels per acre of wheat to the acre—yields unusual In other parts of the wheat growing portions of the continent—* have attracted world-wide attention, but what of oats, which yield forty, fifty and as high as one hundred and ten bushels per acre and carry off the world’s prize, which, Dy the way, was also done by wheat raised In Saskatchewan during last November at the New-York Land Show. And then, there is the barley, with its big yields, and its excellent samples. Another money-maker, and a big one is flax. The growing of flax is extensively carried on In Western Canada. The writer has before him a circular issued by a prominent farmer at Saskatoon. The circular deals with the treatment of seed flax, the seeding and harvesting, and attributes yields of less than 20 bushels per acre, to later seeding, imperfect and illy-pro-pared seed. He cowed twenty-fivo pounds of seed per acre and had • j yield of twenty-nine bushels per acre. I This will probably dispose of at $2.50 per acre. Speaking of proper prepa- ! ration of seed and cultivation of soil ! and opportune sowing, in the circular spoken of there is cited the case of » Mr. White, living fourteen miles south of RosetovZn, “who had fifteen acres of summer fallow a year ago last summer, upon which he produced thirty-three bushels to the acre, when many in the district harvested for want of crop. Now, there can be no proper reason advanced why such a crop should not have been produced on all the lands of the same quality I tn the adjacent district, provided they I had been worked and cared for in ths i same manner. This year (1911) the 1 same man had one hundred acres of summer fallow, had something over 8.800 bushels of wheat. He also had 1.800 bushels of oats and 300 bushels of flax.” There are the cattle, the horses, ths roots and the vegetable products of Western Canada farms, all of which individually and collectively deserve special mention, and they are treated of In the literature sent out on application by the Government agents. Irascibility Explained. "Isn’t your husband getting a fearfully bad disposition?” p£ked Mix. Bhortsoot • A e "No,” replied Mrs. Leedout ‘ r Hs has read somewhere that brainy men sre always cranks and he’s trying to I jet a reputation.” Important to Mothers Examine carefully every bottle or CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for infants and children, and see that It

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