The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 47, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 21 March 1912 — Page 3

I STORY J [No Man’s] 3 Land t A ROMANCE By Louis Joseph Vance Illustrations by Ray Walters (Copyright, xpio, by Louis Joseph VanceJ SYNOPSIS.

Garrett Coast, a young man of New J fork City, meets Douglas Blackstock, who nvltes 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 1r 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 isjpenvlcted, but as he begins his sentences Dundas names Blackstock as the murderer and kills himself. Coast becomes free, but Blackstock has married Katherine Thaxter and fled. Coast purchases a yacht and while sailing sees a man thrown from a distant boat. He rescues the fellow who is named Appleyard. Thev arrive at a lonely island, known as No Man's Land. CHAPTER Vl.—(Continued.) "Cleaning my pipe. Go on and sleep; your time’s not up yet." “What’s o’clock?” • Appleyard mumbled something incoherent as he stepped out on deck; and Coast turned over and slept again. It seemed hours later when he found himself abruptly wide awake, in a tremor of panic anxiety bred 1 of a fancy that a human voice had cried but in mortal terror, somewhere within his hearing. He started up, informed by that sixth sense we call intution that conditions abroad the Echo had changed radically since the last time he had fallen asleep; and it seemed no more than a second from the moment his eyes opened until » he found himself in the cockpit, gazing dazedly into the inscrutable heart of the fog. At first, In his confusion, he could see nothing amiss. The Echo was riding on a quiet tide and an even keel, with scarcely any perceptible motion. The ’encompassing darkness was intense, unfathomable, profound; only the forward light showed a dim halo of yellow opalescence near the masthead, and the faint glow from the cabin lamp quivered on slowly swirling convolutions of dense white vapor, like smoke. The port and starboard lights had been extinguished, as they should be when a vessel comes to anchor. What, then had interrupted his •lumbers? He turned with a question shaping in his lips. Appleyard was nowhere visible/ Coast required some minutes before he was convinced of the fact of the little man’s disappearance. But the cabin proved as empty as the cockpit, and the tender was gone. The cabin chronometer chimed the hour of four in the morning. As the echoes died, as though they bad evoked the genius of that place, a strange and dreadful cry rent the Silence, sounding shrill across the waters, yet as if coming from a great distance. CHAPTER VII. Some moments elapsed, Coast’s every nerve.and sense upon the rack. Though he heard it no more, still that cry rang in his head, and he could, but wait, smitten dumb and motionless, feeling his chilled flesh crawl, enthralled by fearsome shapes conjured up by an Imagination striving ’.vainly to account for what had happened—wait (it seemed) interminably; for what he hardly knew or guessed, unless it were for a repetition or some explanation of that inexplicable cry. He received neither. His straining faculties detected none but familiar noises. Insensibly he grew more calm. So Bilent was the world, seemingly so saturated with the spirit of brooding peace, that he was tempted to believe he had dreamed that first shriek, to which he had wakened, and that the second was but ap echo of it in his brain: some hideous trick of nerves, a sort of waking hallucination. And yet . . . Appleyard? What of him? Was there any connection to be traced between his mysterious disappearance from the Echo and that weird, unearthly scream? Was there really land near, and had the little man found It only to become the victim of some frightful, nameless peril? Could that have been his voice, calling for help . . •’ And in what dread extremity . . •’ There was nothing he could do, no way to reach the man. The tender was gone, the shore invisible —and who should say how far distant? Otherwise he would not have hesitated to swim for it Presently it occurred to him to wonder where the Echo lay-off what land. Appleyard's responses to his inOdries. several hours back, returned

Ito memory. The name, No Man’s Land, intrigued. He interrupted his vigil to investigate such sources of information as he had at hand. In the cabin again, with the lamp turned high, he dragged out a chart — number 112 of the admirable series published by the Coast and Geodetic Survey, delineating with wonderful accuracy the hydrography of Buzzard's Bay and Vineyard and Nantucket Sounds, together with the topography of the littoral and islands. With pencil it was easy to trace the Echo’s course from New Bedford harbor through Quick’s Hole; a little to the east of which, say of Robinson’s Hole, the fog had overtaken them. To the south and east of that point lay Martha’s Vineyard, for all the world like a trussed fowl in profile. And there—yes, due south of Gay Head — was No Man’s Land, its contour much that of an infant's shoe, the heel digging Into the Atlantic. Comparison with the scale demonstrated it to be roughly a mile and five-eighths long by a mile wide —extreme measurements. Coast stared at it with renewed interest, for the first time convinced of the existence of a spot so oddly named. A number of black dots along its northern shore seemed to indicate buildings—but Appleyard had distinctly said “uninhabited.” Coast turned out the lamp and went back to the deck. There was nothing to be seen, nothing to do. . . . He fidgeted. Then out of the confusion of his temper, in which ennui stalked in singular companionship with perturbation, he chanced upon an odd end of thought, one of those stray bits of information, mostly culled from desultory reading, that clutter the back of every man’s brain.

—T J rVV" I "Good God!" He Cried Aloud. "What—"

He happened to remember hearing, some time, some where, that fog rarely clings to the surface of moving water; that, by putting one’s vision upon a plane almost horizontal with the water, it is ordinarily possible to see for some distance roundabout. “There may be something in it . . . No harm to try.” Forthwith he scrambled out upon the stern, from which, after some intricate maneuvering and by dint of considerable physical ingenuity, he managed to suspend himself, at peril of a ducking, with his head near the water. He was promptly justified of his pains; the theory proved itself —in that one instance at least; between the slowly undulant floor, glassy ind colorless, and the ragged friagdkOf the mist curtain, he discovered’ a definite space. Directly astern and, roughly, some forty feet away, a shelving stretch of pebbly beach, softly lapped by lowvoiced ripples, shut in the view. The Echo’s tender, drawn up beyond the water’s edge, bisected it. “Good,” said Coast, abstracted, recovering from his constrained position. Curiosity gripped him strongly, caution contending vainly; he knew quite well that he would never bide content until he had probed for the cause and source and solved the mystery of that wild cry In the night just gone. Moreover, he felt in a measure responsible for Appleyard. Surely there must be some strange reason for his protracted absence. Abandoning himself, deaf to the ccmnseia of prudence, Coast rose and stripped off his clothing. He let himself gently into the water (fearing to dive because he did not know its depth) and found it warm—warmer than the air. He struck out cautiously, using the slow, old-fash-ioned but silent breast stroke. In two minutes, however, he was wading up to the beach. There was no sign of Appleyard: only the leader. Upon that stea®-

strewn shore the feet of the run-away had left no trail. Though- Coast cast about In a wide radius, he found no sign of the missing man. The pebbles scratched and bruised his unprotected feet, and he began to shiver with cold. He gave it up, presently, returned to the tender, pushed off and sculled out to the Echo. Then, having rubbed his flesh to a blush with a coarse towel, he dressed, took the small boat back to the beach, drew it up and, now.fully committed to an enterprise the folly of which he stubbornly refused, to debate, set off to reconnoiter along the water’s edge, feeling his way. After a time the beach grew more sandy, and emboldened by the knowledge that he would have his footprints to guide him back, he left the water and struck inland —but only to find his progress in that direction checked by a steep wall of earth, a cllff-llke bluff of height indeterminable, its flanks wave-eaten and deeply seamed by rain. At random, with no design, he turned again to his left and proceeded as before, but now along the foot of the bluff, trudging heavily through damp, yielding sand. , Still no sign of Appleyard. He must have tramped, at a rude gueSs, several hundred yards before he discovered either a break in the bluff or any change in the general configuration of the shore. Ultimately, however, the one fell away inland and the other widened. A moment later he came upon a small catboat careened above high tide mark, with a gaping wound in its starboard side, forward and below the water-line. She lay sterrf to the water. Taking the point of her stem as his guide, Coast turned inland again, on a line

as straight as possible considering the slanting lay of the land and the Impossibility of seeing anything beyond a radius of a few feet He had not gone far upon thia tack before he stumbled upon a path of hardpacked earth, obviously made by human feet Then he found himself mounting a rather steep grade, and in another moment was face to face with a plain weather-boarded wall of a wooden building. »■ There were no windows that he could discover on this side, and though he listened keenly he heard no sounds from within. Other buildings presented themselves successively, as like as peas to one another and to the first he had encountered: all peopled exclusively by the seven howling devils of desolation and their attendant court of rats —or so he surmised from sundry sounds of scurrylngs and squeaks. He gathered that he was .threading a rude sort of street, fringed on one side—to seaward —with the abandoned dwellings of what had apparently, been a small fishing community. “No Man’s Land indeed!’* he commented. “Certainly lives up to the name, even if it’s some place else. It begins to look as If I’d drawn a blank. . . . But Appleyard . . .?” He was moved vaguely to liken the place to the Cold Liars of the Jungle Books. “Only infinitely sordid,” he mused, at pause: “lacking the majesty and the horror . . . Wonder had I better go back?” As he hung in the wind, debating what to do, whether te press on or to be sensible, swayed this way and that by doubts and half-formed impulses, somewhere near, seemingly at his very elbow, certainly not twenty feet away, suddenly a dog howled. Long drawn, lugubrious with a note of lamentation, the sound struck discordant upoi .Ms overtaut senses, shocking him (before he knew It) to out-, spoken protest. “Good God!” he cried aloud. “What— F CTO BX CONTINUBJDJ

Germo Students or To day

T fHE student, even in these modern times, is a characteristic figure in the Fatherland. His dress is no longer distinctive, that is to say in the large towns and in everyday life, but as a type he is unmistakable. “Frei its der bursch” is his proud boast, and his general appearance is an assertion of this claim to liberty. The freedom that the German student enjoys is as a matter of fact very real. In this country university life is a continuance on a wider basis of public school life, but such is not the case in Germany. Here the pupil in the gymnasium is subjected to strict school and home discipline until he passes his leaving examination. He remains a schoolboy in every sense of the word, and only his intellect is trained so that it may benefit from the fuller Instruction of the university. The moment he finishes his school career, however, an absolutely new life suddenly opens up for him. The leaving certificate him by his teachers at the gymnasium entitles him to enter as a student at any German university without further ado, and the fact may be mentioned that Germans contend that this leaving certificate is equivalent not to our matriculation but to the B.A. degree ilniK Wa -= ijpMglyW of our universities. The German student, therefore, in the opinion of the educationalists of his country begins where many of our students finish. From the moment that he receives his leaving certificate the German youth is a man. He is freed from domestic control, he enters his njime as a student In any university he chooses, selects his faculty and course of studies, and attends lectures or not just as he feels disposed. AH the German universities are nonso the student finds a lodging in a private house, where he is subject to no control whatever. Expense is no bar to a university career in Germany. The fees paid by a theological student amount to only about $125; in the other faculties they are slightly higher, and the highest —namely, about $375 —are paid by medical students. Books and instruments cost very little as they can easily be obtained from the universities or other institutions. An examination fee, however, of from $75 to

, Never Again the Handcar

Unfortunate Experience Has Prejudiced Miss Amy Against Its Use for Joy Riding. Thursday evening last Station Agent Ren Purdy took Miss Amy Pringle, proprietor of our millinery emporium, out riding on his handcar. There was only one slight accident to mar the pleasure of the occasion. Hod Renfred’s male bovine caught sight of Amy’s red shirtwaist and chased her and Ren half way to Hickeyvllle. It was upgrade most of the way, and Ren had to pump like all git out. He was pufiing and panting and about ready to give up when he got an idea, and hollered: “Put your jacket on, Amy!” “Haint got no jacket .with me," says Amy. “Go home and git it,” says-Ken. That was a happy idee, but Amy dassent jump oft and cut cross lots, because the critter was only about two rods behind and gaining every minute. Ren yanked his own coat off and gave it to Amy to put on. Ren forgot that he only had bls red flannel shirt on under his coat. When Amy covered up her red shirtwaist, the bull stopped for a minute; but he caught, sight of Ren’s flannel shirt and come on again full tilt. The last hope was about gone when Ren spied the brickyard siding. He got off, turned the switch, and run the handcar on the siding. Then he throwed the switch back and the infuriated

From the White House

President Taft gave a little party one night not long ago to members of the Republican national committee. A. I. Vorys, Ohio member of the committee, was on his way to the White House when he ran into Carmi Thompson, assistant secretary of the Interior, and a warm personal friend of Mr. Taft. Thompson happened to have his automobile nearby. "Get in,” he told Vorys, “and Fll

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I r /feWl rye;.?* W ''X ' $125, according to the faculty, is paid by the student on obtaining his doctor’s degree. It is stated that a student can live on S3OO a year, except in cities like Berlin, if he spends his vacations at home and is provided by his parents with clothes and linen. It must be added, however, that each university student costs the state about $l5O a year. The number of students at the 21 German universities was last summer just over 57,000, of whom about 2,500 are women; and it may be mentioned that in 1871 the number was barely 13,000. Berlin university had last summer 8,425 male and 777 female students; 613 of the latter study in the philosophical faculty, 152 in the medical, 10 are studying jurisprudence and 2 theology. The German student does not remain at one university, he is even encouraged by the educational authorities to sit under various professors in order that his knowledge and judgment may be widened. There are, of course, rich students and poor students, though no distinction is made in the lecture rooms. In their non-academic life, however, they rarely associate. German students have always belonged to associations established among themselves. In earlier times these had a political object, nowadays their object is social or educational, or the encouragement of athletics and sport. The upper classes

animal went by on the main track llcketty larrup. It were a close call, and Miss Pringle’s rat turned gray from fright. The bull didn’t slow down and get the air brakes on till he was passing through West Hickeyville. Ren says if he hadn’t happened to have his switch key along with him it would have been all off with him.

Amy says she prefers to do her joy riding in an airship in the future. — Judge.

High Cost of Living. There is a little girl in Washington who has very decided notions with reference to the “high cost of living,” whereof we hear so much. This child has a weekly allowance which her mother employs, rather ingeniously, as a-means of correction. For every little naughtiness the culprit is fined —in other words, her allowance is diminished. . One morning the ohild was in a peculiarly contrary mood. She did something out of the way and was fined a cent In a few minutes she erred again, and a second fine was imposed. For the third time the offense was committed. “Now, Marie,” said the mother, “I shall fine you two cents this time, and if you disobey again I shall make it four cents.” “Dear me,” sighed Marie, "I think this is a pretty expensive place to live in."

haul you over to the White House.” Thompson drove his machine up the driveway into the White House grounds, let Vorys out, and was about to drive out again when a White House guard ran up to him. “Get on out now,” said the guard, “We can’t have you hanging around here after you’ve let out yenr passenger." , "Can’t I go into the kitchen and

have their corps, several of which almost compare in organization and management with the exclusive London clubs. It is in, these corps that the students’ duels are fought The students are jealous of their liberty, and all academic and other laws have failed to put down duelling among them. The German student is as keen in learning to be proficient in the use of the rapier as his English confrere is to become a first-class sportsman, and the authorities recognize how valuable the “mensur” is in accustoming the duellist to look his opponent fearlessly in the eye, to collect all the force of his will, and to control his faculties. They realize that it helps the formation of character and prepares the student for a courageous battle with life. The code or honor among the members of these corps is very strict, and an infringement of it can be wiped out only with blood. That the duels are fought according to the most rigid rules goes without saying, and every care is taken that the vital parts are protected. It requires courage,, however, not to flinch or to move an eyelid while the cheek or the chin is being slit or the end of the nose cut off by an opponent’s rapier. Doctors are always in attendance to bind up the wounds, and a student with yards of lint round his head, covering up almost every feature, is a common sight in the streets of the university towns. The scars left on the face as the result of these duels are the life-long pride of their owner. The emperor in his recent speech to the pupils of the upper class of his old gymnasium at Cassel again advovocated training in the use of the rapier for the above-mentioned reasons. His majesty also warned his hearers against over-indulgence in beer drinking. This touched a very sore point, for the beer mug is as dear to the German student as are his books; qften more so. Every corps and association has its special restaurant in every university town, and here the students assemble at stated times of the day, generally in their caps and colors, to enjoy their liberty under special rules and regulations.

Prehistoric Finds In Turkestan. Paul Pelliot, the young French explorer of Chinese Turkestan, has found in caverns at Tuan Huang, silk rolls which are Chinese manuscripts, some of them embroidered by artists, who seem to have stepped out of The Arabian Nights. These rolls have been, immured in these grottos for 900 years, and when deciphered and translated will tell the story of a that flourished over a thousand years ago and is dead. The explorer brought back 5,000 rolls, but as there are 500 grottos he believes many more libraries will be found. In the last few years archaeologists at work in the Mediterranean island of Crete have unearthed ruins and pottery which prove that civilized people inhabited Greece as far back as 2600 B?C. The system of drainage in the prehistoric city of Gnossus, in Crete, is more sanitary than any found in any historic age anywhere on earth until the nineteenth century. The life of the human race upon this planet is being traced farther and farther back. The earliest known civilization is being found to have been preceded by one still earlier. One curtain of the past upraised reveals another curtain which the scientists are certain conceals still more secrets. She Knew It. “Oh, dear, I think I’ve sat on your hat!" “You think you’ve sat on it? My dear madam, you must be thoroughly convinced you’ve sat on it!”—Harper’s Bazar. warm my hands over the stove?" asked Thompson whimsically. x “Cut that stuff and drive along!” replied the guard. “This isn’t any chauffeurs* refuge." So the assistant secretary of the interior smilingly put on the next speed and drove quietly out of friend Taft’s front yard. The Stage. Stella —Is her marriage announced? Bella —Yes; now it only needs to be denounced and renounced. —Judge.

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