The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 49, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 4 April 1912 — Page 7

■unriwJias.- .111 1 ■■nrt;" • m;i , xx-,a<3Hwar <* - - — ' f [ STORY J | No Mans] ■3 Land Er A ROMANCE By Louis Joseph Vance Illustrations by Ray Walters (Copyright, wo, by Louis Joseph Vance.) SYNOPSIS. Garrett Coast, a young man of New Fork 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 fails to convince her that Blackstock is unworthy of her friendship. At the party Coast meets two named Dundas ana 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, 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. Coast purchases a yacht and while sailing sees a man thrown from a distant boat. He rescues the fellow who is named Appleyard. They arrive at a lonely Island, known as No Man's Land. Coast starts out to exBlore the place and comes upon some defcrted buildings. He discovers a man dead. Upon going further and approaching a house he sees Katherine Thaxter. CHAPTER IX—(Continued.) "By boat,” he returned stupidly, only Irritated by this persistence in raising what to him, in his humor of the moment, seemed trivial and inconsequent Issues —“my boat We got lost and ran aground in the. fog last night. I came ashore to thy to find out where we were.” “Then you have escaped!" She went directly to the sole explanation pt his presence there that lay within her understanding. “Escaped?” He shook his head, not in negation but testily. “Yes, of course; or I shouldn’t be here.” It was plain enough to him that he had . escaped the fate to which he had been sentenced. To what else could she refer? “But you—he—that dog Blackstock—l want to know— ’ ■ ( “Garrett!” she cried sharply; and he fell silent beneath the challenge of her eyes. “Mr. Blackstock is my husband. “Please,” she continued, more gently, “don’t forget that.” “Is it likely?” he sneered. “But where is he? What made him leave you here?” “Garrett!” Her tone would have warned him, but he was able to see but one thing, the conclusion to which his reason, •purred by his inclination to credit the worst to the man, had jumped the moment he realized her existence in •urroundings so foreign to her kind: that Blackstock, true to type, having persuaded Katherine to their clandestine marriage and gained his end, the control of her little fortune, had abandoned her even as he had abandoned Dundas, even as he would have discarded an old shoe or anything that had served his purpose and worn out Its usefulness to him, leaving her to languish in this forlorn and desolate spot, out of his way and out of the world’s way. ... He hesitated to collect his wits, then pursued doggedly: “Tell me where to find him,” he •aid, his voice shaking—“give me the least hint to go by, Katherine, and i'll—l’ll hunt him down, wherever he may be. I’ll bring him back, I’ll—” In his agitation he verged on incoherence. Quietly but effectively the woman brought him to his senses. “I shall have to ask you not to continue in that tone,” she said with disconcerting dignity. “You must not misconstrue matters arbitrarily to suit your prejudice. My husband has not left me, as you insist; there is no need for you to contemplate ‘hunting him down.” He is here.” “Here?” Involuntarily Coast’s glance veered to the house, suspicious and alert. ' “On this Island,” she affirmed. “What island?” he demanded, turning back to her. “No Man’s Land.’’, He accepted this confirmation of - his conjecture with an inconclusive, “Oh?" “You didn’t know—?” she asked, incredulous. “How should I know?” She watched him, distrustful. "You didn’t come here on purpose. . . ‘ ,F’ “It was chance,” he asserted. None the less an unformed suspicion involving Appleyard crossed his mind. ’ He considered, rejected and forgot it all In a breath. “We .bought the island last spring . . •" “Yes,” he said listlessly. Her nervousness drove her on in rambling. Inconsecutive and unnecessary explanation: “After we returned from Germany, on account of Douglas’ eyes. . . . He is quite blind, you know, and the shock of losing his sight almost prostrated him. He is permitted no excitement, no social life —just peace and such mental employment as his work affords. So we heard of this place, looked it up and bought it The Standard Wireless peo- ' •!« tastaHed an experiment station

for Ms use. But It isn’t generally known —the vice-president of the company, one of his best friends, managed it all for us. The necessity for seclusion, you understand . . . Even the servants know him only as Mr. Black.” “I understand;” he said in an expressionless tone. “And this” —he nodded .toward the farmhouse —“is your home?” “Not exactly.” Already she "was regretting the intimacy her breathless explanation had implied. She hesitated, seeming reluctant to continue. “We —Douglass and I —occupy a . two rooms of the bungalow, where the wireless station Is, up on the hill. There are no facilities for housekeeping, so we come here for our meals. The servants live here —and Mr. Power, my husband’s assistant.” He looked away from her, avoiding her eyes, while the struggle for mastery of self went on within him. To make time, “You—you don’t find it lonely?” he asked. She shook her head. “And yet—cut off from the world — I should think —” “I have sufficient to occupy me," she interrupted. “And we’re not wholly out of touch. A boat brings us provisions and whatever else we may require from New Bedford every week.” “You see the papers, then?" he asked with a trace of eagerness. “No; they are prohibited; —doctor’s orders.” “And no one writes you?” , “Nobody knows where we are I ...” i "An admirable arrangement: I congratulate Mr. Blackstock,” Coast commented—contemptibly, he felt. She gave him a look of slow, withering scorn. “Do you think he fears you?” “Me? O!" He laughed shortly. ' “Probably not.” “Why should he? We both know you teo well to believe you would —

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repeat your mistake, in cold blood, for sheer revenge.” “My mistake?” he parroted blankly. “Ob, to be sure . . . No; hardly that.” He waited * moment, noting how strained and tense she was. “Nevertheless,” he added quietly, “I should like to see him for a mbment” “Is It necessary?” “I should like to see him,” he repeated. "He —isn’t here just now.” She met, his keen, questioning look with a proud lift of her head. “On the island,” she continued, “but not here. He’ll be back before long.” “Thank you,” he replied evenly; “I’ll wait." “But Garrett!” She seemed to overcorns an Inward resistance and, reentering the dooryard, stood near him, touching his arm with a gentle, persuasive hand, her eyes imploring. “Must you?” He nodded gravely. "But why—why rake up this buried grievance?” she protested. “Is it wise, right? . . . It’s true, he testified against you. But what else could he do? You had your chance —he gave you your chance to escape, before the police came. After that, he had no choice. You shouldn’t hold that against him, Garrett; If only you knew how he hated to take the stand against you, how terribly he felt it when you were convicted practically on his evidence But now that it’s all over and past remedy, wouldn’t it be better not to reopen that old wound? Kinder, Garrett, and more generous . . . to me? You are free, can go where you will . . ." She broke off with an anxious thought: “The detectives don’t know where to look for you?” “What? No." He laughed aloud, but mirthlessly “Oh, no, 1 gave them the slip some time ago." “I’m glad. But now, please, Garrett, won’t you give this up. . . She said more, much more, continuing to plead with him in a fever of

distress, able only to comprehend one thing, that she must somehow avert the encounter he desired. But her rapid, stumbling accents were all meaningless rin his understanding, which seemed to reel, dumfounded by this revelation of the incredible. She had said enough to bring him face to face with the hideous, infamous fact that she still held him blood-guilty, still honored and believed Blackstock. He struggled to shake his wits together and think coherently, but to little purpose. All the world was mad and topsy-turvey —a mad, mad world, wherein all truth was false, faith was treachery, justice parodied, honor deep dishonor. For a little he felt that his reason hung tn the balance, teetering between wild laughter and still wilder tears. If man can be hysterical, Coast was near to it .And Katherine, witness to his excitement as evidenced in the working of his features, his shifting gaze, his hands so tightly clenched that the nails (she thought) must be biting deep into his palms, saw presently that he no longer listened to her. She ceased to speak and waited, hoping against hope for what she deemed the best. He was (so ran her,thoughts, distracted, like wild things in a panic) not reasonably to be held in strict account for his attitude toward her or for his actions. In such men as he there must inevitably be something lacking, something like an abiding consciousness of right and wrong, the ability to distinguish between them: that rudder of the soul. In simple charity she must accord him patience. If her eyes told her he was more a man than the Garrett Coast of old (and she saw him now in the fullest flush of health and vigor, sun-browned, weather-seasoned, glowing with' strength and vitality) her mental vision clothed him with an aura of abnormality like a shroud, awful and repellent. He figured in her, sight a

murderer, a man who could strike to death an unarmed and defenceless friend, for a trifle. Nothing might ever avail to erase that fact from her consciousness. Unconsciously she drew a pace or two away. The action roused him. He lifted to hers bagged eyes set in a haggard face; and their look was one of discernment. She knew Instinctively that he divined her thought, that he knew why ”he had drawn away from him. And so pitiful he seemed that before she knew it her mood melted and knew only compassion for him. “Oh, Garrett,” she cried Impulsively, “I am so sorry!" Visibly he took command of himself. “I’m sure of that,” he said slowly; “and I don’t want to distress you. My coming here was pure accident, as I’ve said; and presently I’ll go and . . . Blackstock need never know I’ve set foot on the island —since you wish it.” “Oh,” she cried, half sobbing, “thank you—thank you!” “But first I want you to tell me one thing." “Yes —anything!” she promised gratefully, heedless of his sober scrutiny. “Are you happy?” he demanded forthwith; end held his breath, for on her answer everything he prized depended. “Are you happy with him— Blackstock?” It was like cold water in her face. She gasped and drew herself up, straight and slim, defiant. “What right have you to ask me that?” “None but that of a man who loved you once, and who, though he may not, loves you still —whatever you may think him, Katherine.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) A Surmlre. Smarty—Every tree has a bark, but do you suppose any would hftef Downrite—The dogwood.

DELEGATES WHO PRESENT THE MINERS’ CAUSE KmmW THESE men are the representatives of 180,000 coal miners in conference with the operators in an attempt to - adjust the differences between the workers and their employers. Upon the result of their conference depends whether or not there will be a strike of the coal miners. The delegates are: Front row, seated, left to right—John P. White, president of the United Mine Workers; F. J. Hayes, Thomas Richards. Standing, left to right—John Gaffney, Jan Urisson, Martin McGill, Con Bonar.

TO SEEK NEW LAND

Noted Explorers Are to Sail for Crocker Land. Leaders of Expedition With Peary Aim to Study Polar Territory That Still Remains Mystery to Geographers. Boston, Mass. — The last con- ) siderable mass of unknown land {on our planet north of the ' equator is Crocker Land, a vast and vague region bordering the polar sea northwest of Grant Land and westward of the route which Peary followed over the ice to the pole. Recently brief and preliminary announcement was made of the expedition which will set forth during the coming summer for the exploration of this land and for other scientific work which remains to be done in the far north, especially in the unknown interior of Greenland. The coming expedition will be under the auspices of the American Museum of Natural History and the American Geographical society with the cooperation and indorsement of other scientific bodies, and will be assisted financially by numerous individuals. Each of the two societies named has contributed $6,000 to the fund of $50,000 wljich is being raised. Yale has contributed SI,OOO, and Bowdoin alumni will contribute as much or more, through their interest and pride in MacMillan, who was one of Peary’s lieutenants on his successful dash to the pole. As to Crocker Land itself, it was given its name by Peary in the expeditions next before his last one, the name being in honor of George Crocker of New York, a leading member of the Peary Arctic club. In June, 1906, oh several clear days in succession Peary was able to make out from the summit of Cape Thomas Hubbard in latitude 81, the snow-clad summits of a distant land in the northwest above

HUG KEEPS DANCE ALIVE Twice In Evening Enough to Kiss, Declares Priest, in a Lecture to Young Womeft. Denver, Colo. —“If the hug were taken out of dancing, it would not last long, but would die a natural death within a few weeks,” said Father Benadict in a lecture to young women at the Logan Avenue chapel. “Married women do not dance with their husbands, but with other women’s husbands,” he said, "and married men do not danco with their wives, but with other men’s wives. “After telling your beloved that there is great danger in kissing, transmitting germs,” he continued to the young women, “allow him to kiss you twice in one evening, once when he comes and once before he leaves. It Is not neceesary that he should kiss you 100.000 times in an evening.’’ SENTENCED; ASKS FOR DEATH Assailant of Girl Begs Spectators for Rope With Which to Hang Himself. Akron. O. —John Rettig, 48 years old, a widower, was sentenced to eight months in the workhouse and to pay affine of SSOO and costs for contributing to the delinquency oi a 16-year-old girl. Sentence was pronounced by Probate Judge Lytle. Rettig jumped to his feet and begged that someone bring him a rope that he might hang himself.

Her dearest friend had dropped in for a call, and she put out a fivepound box of expensive candy. “Oh!” squeals friend, “have you been squandering your money again?" "Os course not. That’s a present.” ‘ "A present? Have any of your relatives been here to visit you?” “No.” “Some old schoolgirl friend?” "Os course not”

the ice horizon. It is figured that this land, which no polar explorer has ever visited, is in 100 west latitude and 83 north latitude, or about 130 miles from Cape Thomas Hubbard, which is the northern tip of Axel Heiberg Land. Men of science feel that the verification of these observations and deductions by making a long trip northwestward from Cape Thomas Hubbard is the last great geographical problem for solution. The expedition will leave Sydney by special steamer on July 20, and will establish winter quarters at Flagler bay in north latitude 79. On the way whale and walrus meat and dogs will be collected and the ship will be sent home. In September and through the long arctic night, when the moon is favorable, the supplies will be sledged to Cape Thomas Hubbard, 330 miles farther on toward the goal. When the arctic day begins to dawn in February, 1913, the expedition will push over the 130 miles of ice to the unknown Crocker Land, and if no game is fpund the return to Cape Thomas Hubbard will be made in the following May. On the return to the headquarters at Flagler bay scientific work will be carried on in Grant Land, and then the headquarters and the collections will be transferred southward to Etah, the village of the most northerly Eskimos. In the spring and summer of 1914 the expedition to the interior of Greenland will be made and an attempt made to reach the summit of the great ice cap at the middle of the widest part of the island. No man has ever' been there. On the/ return to Etah a ship will be awaited to bring the expedition back to civilization in the autumn of 1914. The expedition will be jointly in charge of Donald B. MacMillan and George Borup, both of whom were with Peary.' The only white men with them will be a physician and a cook.

Russians Plan Novel Death

Members Proposed to End Lives En Masse, Purpose Is to Drink Cyanide of Potassium at a Case. St. Petersburg.—A contributor to the Vechernaya Vremya describes one of the meetings of the ’ friends of death,” a suicide league which is said to have a large membership in St. Petersburg. The meeting, which was. held In a house in the heart of the city, began early In the evening, in order not to excite the attention of the police, and lor the same reason the members arrived singly, many by the back entrance. The attendance included men ands women, young and old. Several of the men were in uniform. The large meeting room was thickly carpeted, and heavy curtains masked the windows. Over the door Was the inscription, “All hope abandon, ye who enter here.” On the door two crossed scythes were shown on a flaming red background. Portraits of Schopenhauer, Hartman and other apostles of pessimism were hung on the walls'; also a large picture portraying the legendary dispute between Life and Death. A few candles gave the only light by which the proceedings were conducted. The president and other committeemen sat at a long table covered with a black cloth, on which was an urn in which the suicidal Jots were east.

A Strange Gift

“That business friend of your husband, who—” ~ “Don’t be so silly.” “Oh, I know! You won it on a football bet?" “Nothing like that.” “Did somebody who cut a luncheon date try to square herself by—” “You are insufferable. Really, there Is no excuse for—" "Forgive mej dear, but you force

CHINESE GIRL IS A BRIDf Judge Reads Ceremony for Nephew of Leading Merchant of Portland, Oregon. Portland. Ore.—Lee Song Quay, a pretty 18-year-old Chinese girl, lately from San Francisco, became the wife of Seid Yew Sing, a nephew of Seid Back, h prominent local Chinese merchant. The ceremony was performed by Judge Gatens in his chambers and was witnessed by. Seid Back Jr. and W. M. Davis, an attorney. The age of the bridegroom is 43 Seid Back Jr,.said that the “girl hac plenty chance to marry in San Fran cisco, but she came to Portland be cause she like my cousin best.” As provided by law. Judge Gatens will later secure the photographs o! the two and attach them to the mar riage certificate. Although the age oi the bride was given as 18, she looks scarcely more than 15. FINDS “RAPHAEL” PAINTINC Searcher Ends World Hunt for “Mary and the Infant Christ,” the Masterpiece. Boston. —A “Raphael” unearthed 1b Boston by Patrick E. Duffee, a loca! art connoisseur, has attracted muct attention from artists and picture ex perts who have seen it and has been identified as the masterpiece, "Mary and the Infant Christ.” The painting W’as discovered by Mr Duffee after a search which begar when he was told of this missing pic ture of Raphael’s while he was abroad in 1886. The picture was described tc him and almost immediately he began., his search. It was found in Jamaics Plains. Five-Cent Bet CoSts Year in Jail. Suffolk, Va. —Harold Gray, in the City Circuit court, pleaded guilty to stabbing Horace Whedbee, and was given one year in state’s prison. Both are preachers’ sons. They fought over a five-cent bet regarding the time re quired to skin a catfish.

Three dull knocks from a hammer enveloped in black cloth intimated that the meeting was open. The pres ident began by expressing his sym pathy with the member of the league, a woman, who had recently attempted suicide, but as yet without fatal re suit. He added the fervent hope that she would meet the death she desired. Byway of indorsing his words all pres ent rose In silence. Another member said that happily the wound received by the woman was dangerous, and there was no hope of her recovery. The greater part of the subsequent discussion turned on the question of devising original methods of suicide. It came out that nine of the members on whom tho lot had fallen had previously sworn not to take their lives in commonplace conditions. Various suggestions were made, but the one most favorably received was that a considerable number of the members should commit suicide en masse, it being calculated that the sensation thereby produced would attract any number of recruits to the league. It was proposed that a dinner be ar ranged at a fashionable restaurant and that the diners swallow cyanide of potassium put of champagne glasses. Their funerals would be organized with great pomp in order to affect the impressionable people.

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The way to get a reputation for goodness is to be good. There is no exeuse for the dyspeptic, w; th Garfield Tea accessible at every drugstore. The Result. Mrs. Howard —Did you give Johnny an unbreakable toy? Mrs. Barker —’Yes, but the trouble Is that he has broken everything else with it.—Harper’s Bazar. Spendthrift. Uncle Ezra—Do you think the money young Eph Hoskins made down in Now York will last him long? Uncle Eben —You bet it won’t! He’s going an awful pace. I was down in the general store last night, and young Eph was writing SIOO checks and lighting his cigars with them.— Puck. — X Boy Had Noticed Things. The dear little office-boy had been detected in a lie. It was pot one of the ordinary prevarications of the everyday world, and, moreover, to make the crime more grievous, he had persisted iq adherihg to his original mendacious statement. “Do you know, my lad,” asked a grizzled clerk, in a kihdly fashion’, “wb.at becomes of young lads who trifle with the truth?” “Aye,” was the assured reply; “the boss often sends them out as travelers when they grow up!” Severely Witty. “Henry,” remarked Mrs. Henry Peck, “we are going to have some company this evening, and I do wish you would brighten up and .look less like an honorary pallbearer. Say something humorous.” * The company came, and with a few preliminary coughs and winks, which were intended to announce to his wife that the witticism was about to be perpetrated, Henry said timidly: “Mary.” “Yes, dear, what is it?” asked Mrs. Peck expectantly. “Have you got all of your hair on this evening?”—-Boston Globe.

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