The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 52, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 25 April 1912 — Page 2

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,H OS s; who recognize her bolt their bedroom doors. Then they examine the bolts. It is needless; tampering with bolts is “rats’” work; and i Countess Manola has | abjured all made co-op-eration. “Men are poor crea-

tures,” §he said, on Quitting the Abbey of Clairvaux in the fliustraus Valley. “Men are clumsy, noisy. big-mouthed, violent, impulsive, without patience, without self-control. If you want trouble, take a man.” None will recognize her in Cairo, Naples, Rome, Vienna, Botzen. St. Moritz, Como, Lugano, a Madrid, Tangters. The severe elegant, intellectugreat lady, well on toward middle rage, will promenade her melancholy hauteur to only sympathetic and admiring glances. American tourists, beware; death stalks invisible beside her, mystery, ♦suspicion. loss of jewels, travelers’ , checks, bank notes and letters of credit She can strike at a distapce. After siiie has left a fashionable resort, rich tourists who admired her may wake «of a njorning, safe in their rooms, and tflnd they are robbed, stripped, destitute. Let them be happy that they wake. The gouine is out and loose again rrpon the world. The jirmouichs are JaJled and scattered; but the shadowy riir.chouse de colis, the “glided in ftie hallway,” has her choir of wicked virgin cymphs to stay behind and do her will, while she moves on, with the new perfume in their hands. By day. they may be English old , -maids, French blue stockings, plain -dressed yet with an air of ease, cold, aloof. yet capable of Impulsive kind* nesses when touched by friendship -for the rich and inexperienced. They may be pathetic young widows, Russian or Italian, seeking forgetfulness round Casino gambling tables, at concerts, teas, subscription balls and hotel dances, where the most modest -tourists flash their diamonds. If an observer, you might be struck by *heir eyes, the eyes of nyctalops, of great or little animals that see by night, the eyes of mice. mice, mice! The great old mother gouine loved to frequent the Villa des Fleurs at Nice or the public rooms at Monte Carlo, where fortunes are won in an evening, too late to be banked. She moved from table to table, noting the great winners, smiling as the roulette ball whirled. T.kien the Countess Manola nods an aristocratic good night, pulls her sables about her, steps into the autolimousine and speeds home to the rich hotel. So the haughty English old maids, severe French blue-stockings, feverish Italian widows, with their eyes of nyctalops. They lock their bedroom doors and wait. The noises cease, the lights go out. They doff their frou-frou dinner gowns, however sober, crackling paillettes. tinkling jet, rustling batiste and silk. They dress again, you would say for deep mourning; black stockings, black slippers, black gloves, black skirt and coat of softest wool, and round their heads, covering their faces, covering their mouths and noses, a veil of black mousseline descending below the neck and carefully tied round the shoulders.

fa jt the Countess Manola? Is it the Honorable Helena? Certainly no; rfl Is the gouine who turns out the electric light of her bedroom. A feeble light struggles through the transom to the ceiling like a phosphorescence. Gliding past the long mirror of the wardrobe, she glances at it and does not see herself. Satisfied, she turns up the light. Naught jars in the costume. From her trunk she takes what seems a curling iron of dull bronzed steel, only both pincers are convex; and "then another with the pincers longer, similar; and a little instrument with steel teeth, like a comb, that push back on slight pressure and spring out again, marvel of mobility and changing forms; and then three slim steel picks, as if for dentists. Each slips into its compartment of a velvet bag. not to tinkle or rattle. Finally, she takes a phial of liquid. She turns out the light again and stands before the mirror. All Is dark and sileat. Five minutes pass. Ten -minutes. Is It Countess Manola? Is tt the soft, sorrowing Marchesa? No. certainly; for she begins to see herself, quite clearly, in the darkness, fn the mirror. It Is the nyctalop who opens her room door with a ferocious the hotel mouse who glides ■down the corridor. She knows the plan of the hotel. She has picked out three rooms to try —rooms of big winners, rooms of osteetatioue tourists sporting diamonds, rooms of heavy spenders, cashing ..large notes; rooms of modest, solid -tourists -who have shown travelers’* checks She Is before the victim’s room. Most travelers imagine it a safeguard

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against pick locks to leave the key sticking in. In truth, it permits the use of the oustiti pincers. Feeling her way delicately with them, the gouine catches the key barrel In a grip of steel —and tranquilly, silently, gently unlocks the door. Footsteps in the corridor? Upright, immobile, she presses into the corner, where fall the black shadows. Weary guest or sleepy chambermaid pass and see nothing. Noiselessly she opens the victim’s door, slips in and shuts it. Is there a dim night light? She glides to a flickering shadow, listens to the sleeper’s breathing. It is regular; and she glides toward him. She has the phial in her hand. Even now, oppressed by alien presence, should wake and struggle to a sitting position, she has time to back out, like a filmy blackness, before he collects his thoughts and touches the electric light. She wants no struggle. She is no jirmouich, armed with stiletto or eelskin sandbag. The gouine has but her phial of liquid, and her ear for rhythmic breathing. Should the victim vaguely wake she will wait in the shadow or the darkness for the sleeping rhythm. Now she is close to him. She has wet one of his towels with liquid from her phial. She holds her head away from it in fear. Even that filtering veil of mousseline might not protect her from the fumes of the new perfume. Now she has him inhaling from the wet towel. Bending over the victim with the vulgar chloroform was the clumsy jirmouich, the male, the hotel rat, always covered his mouth with a rubber band, not as self-protection against fumes, but not to wake the sleeper at the critical moment by breathing on his face or neck. Most sleepers are peculiarly sensitive to such a sudden local change of temperature. The mouse, of lighter breath, had her veil instead of mouth band, and it remained as a pure air breathing sack and partial filter against fumes when she got the new perfume into her wicked hands.

How did the old mother gouine get hold of it? Mystery, some say, of old friendship; other pretend that a criminal figure called “the mage,” a scientist perverted by a Sadie streak, is cynically making the bad perfume for its adepts, who must be all women in black, who have abjured men. as husbands, brothers, lovers. Its effects are more rapid than chloroform; two indrawn breaths put the sleeper in a sort of coma. The dampened towel is spread under his chin; and the terrible woman tfanquilly collects the valuables. On quitting the rooifi she throws the window open and replaces the towel on the rack. She does not wish the victim to succumb. She dreads the scanffal of a death, which very seldom happens. The pure air of the open window revives the stricken one and chases the faint, fragrant fumes away. He awakes in the morning, sunlight beating on his eyes, and asks himself, astonished, “Now, how did I leave that window wide open?” Is it not better than stiletto or black-jack if you happen to turn in your sleep? Such were the resources

Spendthrift Wife Grilled

A Chicago woman brought suit against her husband for failure to support her. It was testified that his income was 1291 a month, but even with that he declared she spent money so lavishly that he could not pay her bills. And it seeined that was the situation, so the judge discharged the husband. There is not much sympathy for a spendthrift wife, it is a great burden to a man who has one. It is simply beyond all excuse for a

of the male hotel rats who were scattered or rounded up with (Countess Manola and Baron Frandin at Nice in 1908. Previously they had made a trip to Algiers, where a well-known American millionaire went to bed, locked and bolted his door, heard nothing in the night, and awoke bereaved of rings, studs, buttons and chains worth $90,000 and $6,000 cash. In any case, one night at Nice Inspectors Henic, Benoit and their men smashed in two bedroom doors, flashed lights and discovered Monsieur Bawer in black tights, a rubber band over his mouth, stiletto and eelskin at his belt, filling a black silk sack with jewels and. money. The man they belonged to snored on peacefully. His ; face looked queerly pink and white, j Quickly Benoit pulled the face off — it was a chloroform’mask, most reckless and brutal death risk. In a nearby bedroom Frandin put up a terrific fight, laid out a plain-clothes man with his eelskin (Sand bag), jiu-jitsued Henic to a broken arm and almost got away by stabbing, when a hotel porter knocked him down. In his room were found the gang’s utensils. Today the brutal males are still in jail or frightened out of the business. The “King of the Hotel Rats” operating at this moment in Paris seems not io have done a single job in the 18 fashionable hotels of the American quarter where he made such rich hauls. But as his sublime sneaking utilizes certain mechanical effects of the true jirmouichs, it is Important to be posted. Besides, the stalwarts will get back to work one of these days. The male rat laughs at bolts. He tries to get a room next to his victim’s. European hotels are built with communicating doors, that any number of rooms may be thrown into a suite. These r doors are kept locked and bolted on both Of course, of course. The rat’s first work is to gimlet tiny peep holes into a door dr partition. If decide<Fto go on the job from what he sees, he unlocks the communicating door when the victim is out, jimmies the inside bolt, injuring it as little as possible, enters, removes the Screws, replaces short screw tops, putties, paints the dummy bolt as “shut,” and slips out the room door on the corridor, where a confederate is on guard to keep the coast clear. In the old days, if the rat could not get an adjoining room he picked the corridor lock in the daytime, when the victim was out, and “fixed” the corridor bolt in the same way, warned by confederates. An accordion was the outside signal. Striking up a certain air meant that the victim was returning. Finally, if Interrupted, there was the stiletto—and the jirmouich knew where to strike. Would you not prefer the modern work of ladies? The old gcuine and her choir of virgins in black veils seem almost sympathetic, scattering perfume. Yet as you slept the door swung open as the nail heads quit their holes. In slipped the stalwart, garbed in black tights, sandbag and stiletto at his belt. To rise in bed meant death. To lie still meant the brutal chloroform mask held tight as you woke struggling to the sound of deep bells ringing in your ears; and then forgetfulness —perhaps forever. Bolt your room door today, the hotel mouse will pass you by. The mouse is all for gentleness and confidence. A bolted door already means suspicion.

woman to spend $3,000 on a $2,000 salary. There is nothing that so takes the starch out of a man as to have that kind of a wife, ft makes a social sneak out of him, and ne goes about with his,head down and his face in a half scowl. He “cannot nelp it. The wife can, though, If she cheerfully regulates her wants by the size of his wages. That Is a sensible and honorable way, and really the only way to be happy.—Ofclo State Journal.

THE VALUE OF A DEFINITE MESSAGE By Rev. H. W. Pope, Superintendent of Men of Moody Bible institute, Chicago

TEXT—This then is the message which we have heard of Him, and declare unto you.—l John 1:5. The world has always been willing to listen to a man with a real message ,

from heaven, i Since the days of l John the Baptist I whenever anyone I has man if e stly i been sent from I God, aatd has | borne witness of ; the truth, the-peo- i pie have turned out to hear from. Luther in his day, and Wesley and Whitefield in their, were recognized as true messengers of God. brought another

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great thought from heaven, and Robert Raikes another. In our own land Dwight L. Moody and Francis E. Clark and Frances Willard have each been the bearer of rich messages from God. All these have, met with stout opposition, for “My [thoughts are not your thoughts, saLtjf the Lord,” and yet eventually then 4 message has been received, and has been incorporated into the life of the church. One accent of the Holy Ghost, The heedless world hath never lost. That God has messages for the church of today no one can doubt. Never was there an age which needed divine wisdom more than ours. Great problems confront us, great dangers threaten us. Many of God’s people seem dazed by the difficulties before them, and cry out in pitiful tones, “W’ho is sufficient for these things?” Instead of” waiting upon God for a renewal of their strength, they resort to all manner of worldly expedients to gain the attention of the fickle crowd: Others recognizing clearly the same difficulties and dangers are clamoring loudly for “A man with a message.” Why should not every Christian be “A man with a message?” Was it not said of our day, “I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions and your old men shall dream dreams?” Was it not said of all believers, “Ye shall De witnesses unto me?” How to Obtain a Message. There are grave difficulties in the way of even those who are busiest in the service of God. This is an age of hurry and worry, and unless we are very careful we shall fall into the spirit of the age, and allow ourselves to be robbed of that quiet and repose which is essential to a deep acquaintance with God. we must get time to be alone with God, time to let the truth as it is in Jesus filter down through our being until our whole life is saturated with its spirit. So shall we come forth from our closets each day with the dew of heaven upon our hearts, and with a fresh message upon our lips. “He that hath an ear to hear, let him hear what the spirit saith unto the churches.” Avoid the Danger. It is a dangerous thing to know God’s will and not do it. And one of the most perilous things a Christian can do, is to try to hold his own simply, and not go forward into the deep things of God when thus led by the spirit. I have read of a Christian man who became so engrossed in his business that he largely lost his fellowship with God. After a while his business began to fail; he found that in a few weeks the vein of coal from which he had been drawing his supplies would be exhausted, and all his investment would be useless. He was also impressed that his business troubles were due to his departure from God, and this led him to much prayer. One night in a dream a voice seemed to say to him, “Go deeper.” It seemed to him to be the voice of God, and it led to an entire transformation of his life. As he entered upon a closer walk with God his heart was filled with new joy and power. But still the voice kept speaking to him so persistently that he began to think it had something to do with his business. And so one day he proposed to his foreman that they should abandon the old vein of coal, and sink a new shaft with a view of finding a deeper store. The foreman ridiculed the idea for al] the indications were against it. Bui he insisted and at length a shaft was sunk, and after they had gone down a reasonable distance they struck, not a vein of coal, but 10, an immense vein of iron, and suddenly the bankrupt miner found himself a millionaire.

Is not this God’s message to us today, “Go deeper?” If we have • exhausted all the satisfaction and power there Is in our present knowledge of truth, let us enter into the deep things of God, depths of wisdom. Dwell deep, O my soul, deeper yet, hour by hour. Dwell deep, deeper yet, in his fullness of power. You can never tell by the length of a man’s face just what he will do in a horse trade.

What is Castoria. is a harmless substitute for Castor Oil, Paregoric, Drops and Soothing Syrups. It is pleasant. It contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotic substance. Its age is its guarantee. It destroys Worms and allays Feverishness. For more than thirty years it has been in constant use for the relief of Constipation, Flatulency, Wind Colic, all Teething Troubles and Diarrhea. It regulates the Stomach and Bowels, assimilates the Food, giving healthy and natural sleep. The Children’s Panacea —The Mother’s Friend. The Kind You Have Always Bought, and which has been in use for 80 years, has borne the signature of Chas. H. Fletcher, and has been made under his personal supervision since its infancy. Allow no one to deceive you in this. All Counterfeits, Imitations and “ Just-as-good” are but Experiments that trifle with and endanger the health of Infants and Children —Experience against Experiment. Letters from Prominent Physicians ’li addressed to Chas. H. Fletcher. Albert W * Kahl » of Buffalo > N * Y -» sa 3 rs: 01 have osed Ca3toria . in Jny practice for the past 26 years. I regard it as an excellent medicine I for children.” I; -.X- Dr. Gustave X Elsengraeber, of St. Paul, Minn., eays:' “I have used ! Y° ur Castoria repeatedly In my practice with good results, and can recom« |?*d> p a Iff fit aS an excellent, mild and harmless remedy for children.” IjO? ■ Itifl Dr - B - J - Dennis, of St Louis, Ma, says: “I have used and prescribed gyour Castoria in my sanitarium and outside practice for a number of gffi: ~"i" , ppXXr? 55 * 5 and find " to be an excell ent remedy for children." Dr. S. A. Buchanan, of Philadelphia, Pa., says: “I have used your CasII similatingtteFoEdfilal torla Ia 1110 case cf own baby and R pleasant tQ taka ’ bava tingUieSlomacllsanilßowdSif obtained excellent results from its use. Maffl ——— __Dr. J. E. Simpson, of Chicago, HL, says: "I have used yoor Castoria in B cases of colic in children and have found it the best medicine of its kind ’ on the market.” SI- r :l t , E;“x . ■SH nessandftsicontainsneita staadara family remedy. It la the test thing for mfanta and ch.iaren 1 » Opium-MorpiliflenorMiaaaL have ever known and I recommend it Not NARCOTIC. i Dr. L.R. Robinson, of Kansas City, Ma, says:*"Your Castoria certainly g|l|||| j j j has merit Is not its age, its continued use by mothers through all these |m|| nil nrsn-mpfnxtn . years, and the many attempts to imitate it sufficient recommendation? Fbmpldn &ed* . = What can a physician add? Leave it to the mothers.” - / ■ Dr * Edwin F - D ardee » of Ncw ¥ork Clty> Eays: “ For several Y ears 1 haTa HjiW: ( I recommended your Castoria and shall always continue to do so, as it haa i ( invariably produced beneficial results.” lUmSsed- 1 ■ Dr. N. B. Sizer, of Brooklyn, N. Y., says: "I object to what are called. iKg:: ' I patent medicines, where maker alone knows what ingredients are put in. S, , —“—_ i them, hut I know the formula of your Castoria and advise its use.” B ' i«»® GENUINE CASTORIA ALWAYS . tel fee Signature of i? TacSintile Signature a J Ha ; F gWtr;; NEW YORK. HMiB! lie Kind'You he Always Bought |,|nll | n y se p op o ver QQ Years. Exact Copy of Wrapper. -n«e centaur commnv. tt murrav ctrcct, nswvoskcxtt. PUTNAM FADELESS DYES

GENUINE CHARITY. De Roads —I’m doin’ me best t* relieve th’ unemploy’d. De Barns —Wot are youse doin’ fer ’em? De Roads —I’m tryin’ ev’zy day not to git work. Marie Tempest’s Nose. At the Lenten musicale at the Wal-dorf-Astoria a young matron related a bon-mot of Marie Tempest’s. "Miss Tempest’s nose is frightfully pug, isn't it?” she began. “Well, I met her at a tea once, and she joked abo.ut her nose as if it had belonged to some one else- “ ‘When the Creator,’ she, said, ‘was looking for a nose for me he took, you see, the first one that turned up.”* How Aggravating. Brown —I saw a man drop twenty stories the other day, and it was a caution the way he swore. Greene—Swore after dropping twenty stories? Brown—Yes. They were in a magazine he had just bought, and he dropped it in the mud. —Judge. If Not Better” Copy Reader -Say, this line, “In the Clutches of a Loan Shark," is a few letters too lon. How shall I change It? Night Editor —Perhaps the word “jaws will convey the idea just as well as "clutches.” Cooking as an Art. Frost —What kind of a cook is Dawber’s wife? Snow —Impressionistic. I o U are have caused many a man’s dowwall. Does a thin woman worry because ■he ha* such a narrow outlook?

What He Wanted to Say. A teacher who had taken great trouble to impress every detail of the history lesson upon his class was sadly disappointed, on asking the nanie of the king who reigned previous to Queen Victoria, to find only one hand upheld. “Boys,” said the teacher sternly pointing as he spoke to the boy whose axnious desire to impart the necessary information compelled him to use strenuous efforts to increase his diminutive stature, “one of your intelligent little' schoolfellows will tell you what none of you have the brains to know. Although the youngest in the class, his is an example that it would be a credit for many of you to emulate. Now, then, Johnny, tell them.” “Please, teacher, Jim Mills bin and runned a pin into me!” Then the intelligent little boy sat don.—London Weekly Telegraph. Ambition is a good thing, but don’t fly higher than you can roost A man is always willing to pay what he owes—if it is a grudge.

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“ Great System. “This winter.air is nice and fresh,” said the brisk citizen. “That’s where you are wrong,” replied the man from Chicago. “It’s the same old air; it only seems fresh because it has been in cold storage.” Faint Hearts and Fair Ladies. Frost—And the beautiful blonde married that rich old puffer simply because he had valvular trouble. Snow—Yet still some people say faint heart never won fair lady. Cole’s Carnollsalve quickly relieves and cures burning, Itching and torturing skin diseases. It instantly stops the pain of burns. Cures without scars. 25c and 500 by druggists. For free sample write to J. W. Cole & Co., Black River Falls, Wi*. It’s practically impossible for a man to form an impartial opinion of himself. Garfield Tea insures a normal action of the liver. Many a married man has a chaperon in his wife.