The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 50, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 11 April 1912 — Page 7

1/2 STORY cvj | No Man s| ■3 Land E" A_ ROMANCE By Louis Joseph Vance Illustrations by Ray Walters (Copyright. 1910, by Louis Joseph Vance.) 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 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 ijieets two named Dundas and Van Tuyl. There is a quarrel, and Blackstock shoots Van Tuyl dead. Coast struggles to wrest the weapon from him, thtis the -police discover them. Coast is arrested for murder. He is convicted, but as he begins his sentence. Dpndas 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 arrl e at a lonely island, known as No Man’s Band. Coast starts out to explore the place and comes upon some deserted buildings. He discovers a man dead. Upon going further and. approaching a house he sees Katherine Thaxter, who explains that her husband, under the name of Black, has bought the island, He Is blind, a wireless operator and ha 3 a station there. CHAPTER IX-—-(Continued.) She held her answer, quivering with Indignation. That he should dare —I Yet there were two things in his attitude to calm her: an impersonal ribte, puzzling, and a simple dignity that left little foothold for resentment. As for Coast, momentarily while she did not reply, the issue hung in the balance, whether he should speak or no: whether enlighten her forthwith or leave her (were she happy in her marriage) in her fool’s Paradise. He felt himself a prey to discordant impulses, pride and generosity counselling him, each with a double tongue. “1 hold your happiness above all else,” he resumed as the pause lengthened—“far above my own, Katherine. That is why I ask you: are you happy” “I have no regrets,” she told him steadily. “That doesn’t answer me.” Her eyes wavered beneath his searching glance. She turned away and stared off into the vacancy of the fog. “How is one to tell?” she said presently. “Isn’t happiness difficult to define? A thing of comparative values?. . . I am content, that much I know. I have discovered something in life higher than the gratification of self; I have learned that to serve means more than to be served. I married the man I loved; he needs me now, could hardly do without me. I am a help to him in his work; he would probably be unable to continue It without my assistance. ... 1 have my cares, as he has his, as you have yours. Who has not? . . . But a year is a long time; I have learned much since . . .” She took a deep breath. “Yes,” she concluded evenly: “I think I may say I am happy, Garrett.” But she kept her face averted. “And this?” he asked, stepping to •her side and lightly touching her bare forearm with his finger.' Just below her left elbow four marks, like bluish stripes set close together, stood out like weals upon her skin, where the flesh had been bruised by the cruel pressure a man’s strong fingers. At his touch she recoiled with a half-stifled cry, her face blazing. “Dont’—don’t—!” she gasped, trying with faltering fingers to pull down the sleeve. But realizing that it was too late, that he had already seen, she recovered, sullenly leaving the sleeve as It was. “I’m sorry,” said Coast soberly; “I didn’t mean to touch you. I didn’t think—had forgotten what —what I may not expect you to forget. Only . . . that is his mark, Katherine.” “Well,” she flashed defiantly, “and what if It Is? Is he, or am I, answerable to you? Can he not touch me . . .” But his undevlating and penetrating gaze disconcerted her; her anger rang unconvincing even to hersejt. “It was an accident,” she finished lamely. “One of the servants angered him—they are Chinese and stupid—and in his blindness he mistook me for the man and caught my arm. . . .”, “It must have hurt,” said Coast, trying to believe her. She was silent, facing, him with a trace of bravado. He bowed. “I beg your pardon; it was, as you suggest, none of my affair. I merely happened to notice, and It startled me. Will you be good enough to tell me the way to the beach?” Silently the woman indicated a path leading away from the gate. Still he lingered, letting his eyes drink their fill of her; and knew, in a swift flash of certitude? 5 that never had she been mqre dear to him than in this moment of renunciation, that would fats heart’s allegiance

waver from her, whatever her mood or circumstance. Whether she suffered him or as now sedulously discountenanced him, his queen could do no wrong. . . / With a sigh, inaudible, he went to the gate. Ji " “There’s nothing I can serve you is, Katherine?” “Nothing—only go away.” “Then good-by.” He shrugged slightly, lifted his cap and put himself outside the dooryard. “But, Garrett —” He stopped. She moved down to the fence. “Garrett,” she begged, breathless with the anxiety roused by an unsuspected latent fear, “promise me something ...” He looked down into her sweet face, plaintive with appeal. “Name it,” said he. “If by any chance you should meet him—Douglas—I’m not sure where he Is —don’t please—” “I’ll be careful,” he assured her. “Don’t worry; I shant let him know who I am. If possible, I’ll keep out of his way." Her eyes were 1 eloquent of inexpressible relief. “Thank you,” she faltered, keenly alive to the trite inadequacy of the words. “And, Garrett, you’re not —not angry with me?" “Angry? With you!” She was twisting her hands together. “I can’t seem to forget,” she said In a tremor. ° “I’ve tried —I only wish I might—but I can’t, I can’t. Remember that, If I seen unkind.” “You haven’t been unkind to the man who shot Van Tuyl,” he said, in spite of himself. She did not seem to hear, or, If she heard, to read the riddle In his enigmatic answer. “It isn’t that alone,” she protested; “that, perhaps, I could forget in time. You wteren’t yourself:

i 7 r r >-v .s' 1 /'-' JWS J ft C I 11 I I 1 II I I l/'Xr-. [J I | She Kept Her Face Averted.

Douglas has always Insisted you were not. But, O Garrett, Garrett; it was unmanly, it was unworthy of you to try to shield yourself by accusing him!' That I can’t forget, that I’m afraid I shall never learn to forgive. Why, Garrett, why did you permit that man Warburton to do it?” He heard her out in pitiful patience, too deeply moved for anger or resentment to have any place in the conflict of his thoughts. “As to that,” he said, his tone colorless, “I would ask you to suspend •judgment if you hadn’t already pronounced it But I leave you this to consider: one of two men only could havA' killed Van Tuyl. Dundas we except by mutual consent; Blackstock admits and I admit he didn’t do it There remain Blackstock and mysolf, neither of whom could have been convicted on the other's unsupported evidence.” v “You are cowardly to say this to me, when he’s not here!” But he had a level and emotionless look with which to meet the impassioned scorn she showed him. “Perhaps; but don’t forget I asked only the opportunty to say as much to him. . . . Has it ever occurred to you that Dundas, not your husband, sent me to Sing Sing—that had Dundas been In my pay, Blackstock would now be occupying the cell I occupied?’’ He had himself well in hand. Otherwise she must have seen how deeply moved he was. Simply to watch her and not give way was almost more than he could endure. His eyes kindled and his face blazed, and bls heart ached —with his love for her, the longirfg he must never voice. But she did not see. She was answering him; her words came in a torrent, stumbling over one another: her voice vibrant with unutterable contempt sounded in his bearing like the hymning of angels. “Ch.” she cried tn loathing—“insuffer-

able!” And the desire to catch bet in his arms and stop her lips with kisses was like a pain. “I nevei dreamed that man could be so low, sc vile!” ahe said; and he wished himself beneath the foot she stamped. “1 hate yon!” she told him; and beneath his breath he whispered over and over: • “I love you, I love you!” “I ask nothing,” he said, when she had to stop, as much for lack of words as breath, “more than that you think it over. You’ve told me what you think of me —and I daresay you’re somewhat Justfied. But think It over; you owe me i and you owe yourself that. Weigh the worst you knew of me before Van Tuyl was slot against what you have learned of Blackstock since you married him; then Judge between us. Try to think which would be the more likely to lose his temper because of a drunken man’s maudlin Insolence. At best you’ll admit It’s his word against mine, Dundas’s word deciding. And one way or anothei Dundas was a perjurer: first his tes tlmony convicted me, then his test! mony set me free.” “What do you mean by that?” she demanded, Impressed In spite of her self. “Dundas,” he explained patiently, “committed suicide In the Tombs • few days ago, after signing a confession that he had testified falsly at my trial. On the strength of that confession I was pardoned by the Gov ernor. You understand.?” Her face was ghastly. “You bought that confession,” she asserted betweet set teeth. He smiled painfully. - “I presume I might have anticipated that. . . .’ “You daren’t deny you bought It!” “From a man contemplating suicide?” That silenced her. Her poor, distraught wits would frame no retort to

his Inexorable logic. Pulled this way and that by doubts, each more ten rible than its fellow, she could' no more than sway and stare at him with eyes blank in a face like parchment. His heart bled for her in her misery. If he could he would have unsaid all that he had said, to ease hes suffering. “I feel like a dog,” he her contritely: “to have told you this ... I meant not to, but , . I couldn’t help it. Think and . . and judge between us, Katherine.” “It is a lie! ” she wailed. “You have lied to me—everything you have said was lies —all lies. I don’t believe you. . . . But you have poisoned my life for me! . . . Truth or lies: what am I to believe? ... I am the most wretched of women, and you have made me so. Why couldn’t you leave me in peace? Why must you have come to make ma suffer so? How am I to know what is true, what false? . . . Oh, you are monstrous! You are cruel, cruel! If only you would go and let me forget I . . Go, go, and let me be!” In his remorse, reluctant to leave her so, he tried to comfort her with broken protestations that even he knew were rank with insincerity; nor would he willingly have gone before she grew more composed. But at length, despairing, he yielded to hei unending importunity, and bowing his head, went his way In a daze of misery as black and dense as the relentless, sullen fog. (TO BE CONTINUED.) The Ruling Passion. "Yes, the elevator fell six stories.” "Everybody screamed and prayed, of course?” “No. There would have been a> solute silence if it hadn't been tot the elevator boy.” “What did he do?” He shrieked ‘Goin* down.’ as w» oassad each floor.**

COURT HOUSE SHOT UP BY ALLEN GANG ® f ’ — 1 T I ~ I ft. 1a fI coaer jfoose jhdohns T.IH picture shows the Carroll county (Va.) court house and the principal figures in the tragedy in which the jfidge, prosecuting attorney and sheriff were killed by mountaineers Just as the Judge had proucunced senten:< on Floyd Allen. The crime for which Floyd Allen was being sentenced was taking a prisoner away Ircm a dej uty sheriff.

COMIC KING IN U. S.

Emperor of Sahara Now Lives in New York. Ruler Is Without Funds —Former Boulevardier, Known as “The Little Sugar Bowl,” Is Plaintiff in Big Law Suit. New York.—Jacques Lebaudy, first emperor of the Sahara, idler of • the Paris boulevards and one time lover of the spectacular, has found New York a place where he can indulge in many of the eccentricities which made him notorious in France and elsewhere. As an asylum for rejected and dejected monarchs, he prefers it to England. Strange as it may seem, in a city where publicity is the lot of doers of the unconventional the emperor of the Sahara in the six years that he has spent in exile here has had many adventures which have escaped notice. As was his wish when he came here an exile from France, but with money to burn, he has effaced himself, has joined the submerged tenth as it were. Just now he is living in a villa within a hundred miles of this city, enjoying himself and awaiting the outcome of the suit which he has brought against the superintendent of banks and the Carnegie Trust company for an accounting of something like ?2,000,000, that being the value of property in France which he alleges the tru§t company was to dispose of for him. The suit brought by Jacques Premier, as he used to sign himself on hotel registers, is really an echo of his Saharan expedition. It was in 1906 that Lebaudy, forced to abandon his scheme of empire in the desert owing to the refusal of the powers to recognize his claims, determined to seek an asylum in the United States. Because of the treatment of some of his men France had become uncomfortable for him. In September, 1908, he issued a proclamation offering his French property for sale, signed by his imperial hand •which was sent to leading bankers abroad and which was the forerunner of his present suit. It was after this proclamation that the emperor says he turned over the

Tires Os Her Affinity

Was Separated From Prince Because of Escapade With Tutor —Afterwards Married a MusicianNow Seeks to Be Free. Rome. —The trial of the suit of the Countess Montignoso, formerly crown princess ot Saxony, for a legal separation from her husband, Enrico Toselli. was begun here and promises to be replete with sensations. In her petition the former princess accuses Signor Toselli with having misappropriated money and jewelry belonging to ker In order to lead a vicious, lazy and Immoral life, and further alleges that during her absence Toselli Invited women to their villa, decked them out in her finery, and afterward openly escorted them through the streets of Florence. Signor Toselli has made no public statement Jn regard to the suit, but his friends declare that many of the accusations made against him are tWse, and he is expected to make a

Repeated Sermons

The prejudice against the repetition of sermons is not universal A good book repays re-reading and a good sermon should be all the more valuable on second hearing. Dr. John Watson (“lan Maclaren”) openly repreached his sermons when minister of Sefton Park, Liverpool, and found that his congregation approved of the practice. They insisted, however, that the should be exact, and were

disposal of his property to the trust company which he is now suing. It is almost needless to say that his claim has been disputed by the receiver and the banking department. Just why Lebaudy, after entertaining Europe with his escapades and playing the role of an opera bouffe monarch, should hav> elected to retire into seclusion has long been a mystery. Not even his friends of former days have known in recent years the residence of the emperor. While the former idler of the Paris boulevards Is now seeking a fortune in the courts of this country, that does not mean that he is penniless. He yet has a large fortune. An investigation of the career of the exmonarch of the desert in this country revealed that at the time Mr. Harriman was reported to be about to rehabilitate the Erie Lebaudy was shrewd enough to purchase a large block of Erie shares at from sl2 to sls a share, which he afterward disposed of at from S3O to $35 a share. Friends who have since heard of this

Farmer Well Paid For Work

Oregon Man Goes Trapping and Expects to Make SSOO With Little Labor. Klamath Falls. Qre. —When R. S. Sparks walked down Main street fairly enveloped in pelts of wild animals he had caught and skinned, he attracted no little attention. He had fifteen unusually fine coyote pelts and five bobcat pelts strung on a circular wire, which rested on his shoulder like a yoke, and the skins hung down on all sides like a cape, nearly to the ground. It is the biggest and most valuable catch of the kind brought to County Clerk Charles R. De Lap in a long time. The bounty collected from the clerk was at the rate of $1.50 for the coyote skins and $2 for the hides of the bobcats. In addition to the total bounty of $33.50, he will get anywhere from $4 to $8 apiece for the skins. As a rule, coyote skins bring less than those of bobcats, but this winter they are slightly higher. Sparks places his traps on hilly places where he can see them from

vigorous defense. It is hinted also that he will bring serious counter charges against his wife, the former princess. Princess Louise, or the Countess Montignoso, first came into notoriety in 1902, when she disappeared from the court of Dresden and was not located for several days, when she was lound at Geneva in company with M. Giron, a former tutor of her children, ho had been ordered out of Saxony a account of his attentions to the rincess. It was said that the marled life of the crown princess and •ner husband had been very unhappy on account of the prince’s conduct, but King George insisted that his son should get a divorce, which was granted on February 11, 1903. The princess and Giron at first seemed to be very happy, going from Geneva to Mentone. Then came the serious illness of Prince Christian, the eldest child of Crown Prince Frederick and Princess Louise, and the mother agreed to part with Giron if

t impatient of variations. In bls “Life” l of the preacher-novelist. Sir William I Robertson Nlcholl tells how on one * occasion, after listening to a “repeat i ed” sermon, in which occurred a i simile of a pool, one of the congrega tion said to Dr. Watson: ".Last time i you described it as a ‘turgid pool, and I was so afraid you were going to use > some other adjective, and that wouia [have spoiled the whole picture. »

are convinced that instead of its be Ing evidence of unusual business sagacity it was only another evidence of hie eccentricities. A brilliant and unique Individual ie this Frenchman, and he comes of an eccentric family. It is just about twenty years ago since he and his brother, Max, who was equally eccen trie, inherited $15,000,000 each froiji their father, the French sugar king‘d The Parisian wits dubbed him at once* “The Little Sugar Bowl.” KANSAS DOG IN FREAK ACT Canine Cares for White Chickens, but Balks on a Brood of Blacks. Larned, Kan—Martin Swift’s white fox terrier has assisted him in caring for incubator chickens that have been hatched recently by climbing into the box where the chickens have been put to keep warm and snuggling up to them. Until yesterday all the feathered orphans were white. Recently, however, a brood of black and speckled chicks was turned into the box and .the dog mother refused to have anything to do with them.

the door of his house on the farm about two and one-half miles from Bonanza, and before breakfast looks out to see if there is a catch. He says the trapping has not taken two hours’ time from his farm labor all season. He expects to devote his time exclusively to trapping instead of farming next winter, expecting to make more than by agriculture. With a dozen traps, Sparks declares that in a winter he can easily clear SSOO. Sheriff Prevents Wedding. Kenton, O. —Denied permission to marry by the girl’s parents, Daniel Lewis, 19, and Ethel Smith, 16, eloped. They were pursued 20 miles by the sheriff who prevented the marriage and arrested Lewis. Left Estate Worth $30,000. Woodside, N. Y. —Investigation ot the accounts of Daniel Creedon whe lived In an old windmill, showed that he left an estate worth $30,000. All his relatives live in Ireland.

allowed to see her son. This was refused, but Louise did not go back to Giron. After her flight Louise assumed the title of Countess Afontignoso, and was granted an income of $7,500 a year from her former husband. The coun tess then came to Italy, where he had an affair with the Marquis Guiccardini which caused the latter’s wife to leave him and sue for divorce. Louise next met Signor Toselli, who was a music teacher with a very modest income. They eloped to London, where they were married in 1907. The pair have not lived together for nearly two years, but not Intil recently were any steps taken looking to a legal separation. The fact that the countess now seeks her freedom has given rise to a report that she has another matrimonial venture in view and consequently desires to rid hei* self of the Italian pianist Choir Goes on Strike. London,—The church choir at Grimsby went on strike because the rector criticised the singing, and detained them after service to practice.

waa so thankful when you said turgid* again.” Difficult Terma. *Tm afraid that prima donna’s lack of mathematical knowledge la going to get me into trouble,” said the manager. “You are obliged to accept any terms she makes?” “I am. But it was a little thoughtless of her to insist on my signing a contract to pay her 101 per cent ot he gross receipts- 1 '

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Never have any more nervous chills, don’t take any medicine, can do all my housework, and have done a great deal besides. “My sister-in-law, who visited me this summer had been an invalid for some time, much as I was. I got her to quit coffee and drink Postum. She gained five pounds In three weeks, and I never saw such a change in anyene’s health.” “There’s a reason.” Ever read the above letter? A aevr one appears from time to time. Ther I are aeaulne. true, aad full of bumau tatereet.