The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 2, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 9 May 1912 — Page 3

NO MAN'S ’ LAND .A ECMARICE LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE BY Copy/mw; jw aYitxs/s jos&w ya/yc£ /

1* 4? 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 meets two named Dundas and 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 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 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 has a station there. Coast informs her that her husband niurdered Van Tuyl. Coast •ees Blackstock and some Chinamen burying a man. They fire at him, but he Is rescued by Appleyard, who gets him to the Echo in safety, and there he reveals that he is a secret service man. CHAPTER Xl.—(Continued.) “The window was ppen—it was warm ehough for that —-and because of the fog I could stand quite near and see what was taking place inside without being seen. ... It was a goodish sized room, one of three under a single roof, by all appearances, and stuffed full of apparata of various kinds. There was a big gas-motor singing away at one end, running a dynamo. Right near the window was a heavy table with all the paraphernalia of a wireless station. “There was a young man standing right by the table, evidently just out of his chair. He was taking off the telephone headpiece when I first saw him. He looked to be under thirty, and wore red hair and a good coat of sunburn; and he was mad clean through—mad at another man who was standing just inside a doorway leading to another room. That door was closed. The second man was evidently just out of bed; he had a crash bathrobe belted round him, with his pyjamas showing underneath, and beefy, naked ankles running into bedroom slippers. They were having it hot and heavy ( ripping out at each other straight from the shoulder. “I don’t know—didn’t hear —what started the row, and it ended just after I came within hearing. The younger chap was saying—he had a bffe of a brogue« ‘Don’t let that trouble you, Mister Black. I’ll have you know 1 wired for a relief last night, while you at dinner, and the minute he sets foot on this damned island, 1 leave nor will I be resting till I’ve turned in my report at the home office. Put that in your pipe, now.* “Black (as he called hlm)'*'seemed to lose control of himself for an instant. He sort of lurched forward, his hands working as if he was going to throw himself at the younger man’s throat; then he caught up, thinking better of it, as if he knew the other fellow had grabbed his chair by the back and stood ready to brain him with it; which he couldn’t have known, for it turned out he was blind. ‘lf J had my sight,’ he said, ‘and could lay hands on you, Power, I’d break every bone in your body.' ’ “That staked Mr. Power to an ugly laugh—the kind of a laugh that’s calculated to make the other chap’s blood boll. ‘Divvil a doubt of that,’ says he; ‘but well you know I’d atop at nothing to protect myself against a brute like you, Mr. Black. And what’s more’ (I thought he tried to hold his tongue, but couldn’t; this last seemed fairly to burst out of him) ‘I warn you if ever again I see you lay finger on that uphappy woman, your wife, I’ll murder 'you with the first weapon that comes handy. Remember that.’ “Black was white-with rage by this time; I don’t think he could have held In much longer. As it happened, just then the door behind him opened, and a woman in a dressing-gown stepped Into the room. She was ghastly pale, frightened to death, but otherwise just about the prettiest woman I ever laid eyes on. She said just one word in a pitiful voice—‘Douglas’—and touched her husband’s arm; but I •aw her eyes were praying Power to go. He saw it too. “‘Very well, then,’ he said with a little bow to the woman. ‘l’ll be going now.’ “ ‘And you needn’t come back,’ said the man he called Black. ‘l’ll do without you until your successor comes.' “ ‘That suits me to a T,’ says Power. ‘Good morning, Mrs. Black; I’m sorry we woke you up.’ i “Black listened to his footsteps, with that weird expression the deaf and blind have, for some seconds after I had lost the sound of them; then he shook himself and said to the wornan in a pretty steady voice, considering how hot he had just been: ‘Get back to bed, Kate. I’ll stay up the rest of tiie night. That matter's settled; you needn’t worry any more.’ I thought bls voice sounded not unkind, but it was plain his temper ruled the man. t "His wife hesitated, but seemed afraid to cross him. She eald something I didn’t catch, and went back, dosing the door. , “I was of two minds, whether to follow Power (if I could) or wait and see what next, and while I was debating it. Black returned, pulling on his coat. He’d managed to get into his clothing in a surprisingly short time. He went straight to the door, jerked it open, and slammed out, taking the same path as Power. I followed, judging my distance at discroii >n. “The path led us direct! o the farmhouse. Unfortunately-I a bit overcautious, and so permits Hack to‘get too far ahead. By the time I caught up, something had happened 1 didn\ quite see through, at fifst I hearJ the gate dick behind Black, Bja»r>his footsteps as he pounced stoop, and an infant later

voices followed by a sound of shuffling, scuffling feet But when I found him again he was alone —sitting alone in the kitchen, the only lighted room in the house. He had drawn a chair up to the table and sat square to it, his feet solidly on the floor, his hands spread out flat I could see him quite plainly through the open door. He just sat there, staring at the blank wall opposite (of course, he couldn’t see anything, for that matter) and never moved a muscle through what seemed to me an eternity. “I daresay this lasted over ten minutes: it seemed hours. Then suddenly it came—what we’d both been waiting so a thunderclap for unexpectedness, only more awful. I fancied I heard, first, a thin, far shout; at any rate, Black threw back his head, as if he had heard something. The next Instant the air seemed to shudder with the most’ terrible, Indescribably harrowing scream of mortal agony . . . “Then silence again—nothing more. Beyond that preliminary start, Black hadn’t moved. He sat on, just as he was, though he understood as well as I, and better, what had happened off

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there in the darkness:, that Power, suspecting Black’s intentions, had made a break to get away by boat, but had been overhauled by somebody instructed by Black —overhauled and murdered. . . .. And he could sit there, unstirring, with that on his conscience . . .! “After a while I heard something moving in the barnyard and dodged back into hiding—into the shadows. Then a man passed between me and the light, like a ghost, trotting along noiselessly.' He jogged up to the house and into the kitchen: as he entered, Black swung round sharply. This new arrival was a Chinaman —a low-caste coolie, I judged. I couldn’t hear what they said —they spoke in undertones —but I managed to catch a word or two, among them ‘boat:’ which fitted in with my suspicions. At once Black got up—heavily, as if very tired—and went through the house and out by the front door; I tagged along, of course. He went directly back to the wifeless station, sat down at the operating table,’ and gave another marvelous exhibition of what a blind man can accomplish, with instinct reinforcing the sense of touch. “He threw in the motor cut-off switch, to begin with, and the motor started on the spark, just as some automobile engines will. Then he monkeyed with the for a while, listening. Nothing doing, apparently—though he may have been getting the range for New York. The next thing, he disconnected the receiving apparatus, threw the current in through the starting box and primary switch, and began calling the

- Stained Glass and Women

Latter Sometimes Desert Churches Because Colors From Windows - Put Streaks on Faces. Churches whose treasures Include costly stained glass windows find that their anxieties do npt end with securing the money to the window and the artist to execute the work. “Every bit as Important are the complexions of the women in near-by pews,” said a minister. “I have known churches to lose valuable parishioners because the window at the back or side cast an unbecoming light on a lady’s face.” That would have happened in my own church just a few days ago if we had not considered the lady's feelings and changed the design of the window, which was easier than changing- the lady's pew or losing her support The pew was a family taherttaaee, having been hand-

New York office of the Standard Wireless, stopping now and then to listen for their response. Presently that came through, and he told ’em to stand ready to take an important message for Voorhis, the second vice-president: they were to get him on the telephone at once —wake him up and insist on an instant answer. . . . You’ll have gathered that I number in the list of my many and .varied accomplishments the ability to read Morse by jear; once upon a time I was a regular telegraph operator. “The message was: ‘Power has left without warning, taking boat to row to Vineyard. Absence just discovered. Send trustworthy substitute immediately. When may I expect him? All quiet here; island fog-bound.’ “The reply came through within twenty minutes —which was pretty quick work. Os course I couldn’t hear it; I only knew it was being received. “Just as Black gave the O. K. signal and shut off the motor and dynamo, the door opened again, and his wife spoke to him. She said, almost timidly: ‘Douglas ... is anything the matter?" He said in a rough, surly tone: ‘Everything’s the matter. That ass, Power, has stolen one of the boats and left the island. I’ve just asked Voorhis to send some one in his place. He says there’s a man on the way; it seems Power sent in his resignation yesterday evening.’ Those were his .words, in effect —as nearly as I can remember them. He added something offensive about that being the finish of that flirtation and that he’d thank her to leave the next op erator alone. She said: ‘Oh-h!’ —as if he’d hit herewith a whip. Then he j

got up and announced that he was going to the farmhouse to get some breakfast It was then just getting a little light He, said she needn’t hub ry, that he would probably be at the beach by the time-she came to break-fast-wanted to find out which boat Power had taken. Then he went away, and the woman shut the door again. , . . “This time I let Black take his road alone; I’d other fish to fry. I could hear his wife mpving about in the other part of the building and judged she was dressing; but she took an interminable time to it. ... In the course of the next century or two, however, she came out, dressed, and took the path to the farmhouse. I let her go, timed myself as close as I could, and dodged into the wireless room. It was taking a chance; I knew that if Black returned my life wouldn’t be worth a picayune; but I had to know Voorhis’s message. . . . “I started the motor and called New York. When they answered 1 gave Black’s signal and demanded a repetition of the message. That was taking another chance: the operator at the other end might recognize the difference in our styles of sending and refuse me. But he may have been sleepy; at all events he obliged without comment Voorhis had wirelessed: ‘Power gave notice he was leaving yesterday evening. New man on way, should reach New Bedford this morning, island by evening, conditions favoring. Name, John Handyside. He is in my confidence.’ ... At least that was the substance of it . . .’ (TO BE CONTINUED.)

ed down by will from generation to generation; therefore it was out of the question to move. At the same time she had, my sympathy in her revolt against that memorial window. No matter in what part of the pew she sat the glass cast a bright red spot right on the end of her nose and yellow streaks across her cheeks and forehead. Even a handsome woman would have been less attractive under that barbaric illumination; as my parishioner had not been particularly favored by nature those startling tints were positively defqrining. Fortunately it was not late to change the lower half window, and the lady now sits in a becoming violet glow.” ~ It is a good taa in our col* lege days that we wTjifcgll poor.— Ju» tioe Holmes to

SCENE IN ANTHRACITE MINERS’ STRIKE .'VJ — O- <3 7 J WwS MR "xtS w rwißr / - : ' J \. k v- XL y V -gjX & ■■ AA- . Gtrr/HG LAST PAY HERE is a typical scene in the strike of anthracite miners. It shows the men of a Wilkesbarre mine, dressed in their “store clothes,” gathered around the pay office to receive their last pay envelopes prior to the general suspension of work.

RECORD FOR WORK

Freighthouse Razed by Fire Replaced Over Sunday. Town Joins In an Effort to Repair Damage Done to Depot In Order to Prevent Interference With Business. Council Bluffs, la. —Some strenuous construction work was done here when a freighthouse, destroyed by fire, was rebuilt almost over night. At 6:45 o’clock on a Saturday evening the freighthouse of the Chicago and Northwestern railway was destroyed by fire. The building, 36 by 810 feet, included the office, which was two stories high. The problem presented was bow to provide freighthouse facilities for the opening of business on Monday morning. It was decided to solve the problem by putting up a new building. The telegraph and telephone were pressed into instant service. Necessary workmen and materials were ordered from a dozen points. Arrangements were made with a local lumberyard to deliver material on Sunday morning at seven o’clock. At the same time everybody was busy getting near-by material concentrated and mustering the different fol'ces. Men were picked up as far east as Cedar Rapids and as far west as Fremont, Neb. On Sunday morning at six o’clock a special train had arrived at Council Bluffs from Boone with

WANTED OPERATION AS JOKE Occupant in County Jail Thought It Would Be Much More Comfortable in Hospital; Cleveland. —Jack Ohbaum, a county jail prisoner, charged with contributing to the delinquency of minor children, was a very sick man. At least, he told deputy sheriffs he was very sick. He moaned, groaned, tossed and rolled. “It’s here,” and Ohlbaum pointed to his right side. ■■ Deputy sheriffs were at first solicitous. When the jail supply of medicines failed to bring any improvement they became alarmed. They sent for the county physician, Dr. A. E. McClure, Dr. McClure came, examined, prescribed and left. But Ohlbaum still rolled, tossed, moaned and groaned. He murmured something about “colic” and “appendicitis,” and deputy sheriffs again sent for Dr. IsfcClure. Dr. McClure was skeptical on his second visit, however. Again he examined, but this time he winked and telephoned for a fellow practitioner who makes a specialty of surgery. The surgeon arrived and was escorted to Ohlbaum’s cell by Dr. McClure. There a dazzling array of sharp-edged knives and operating instruments ‘ was laid out “What’B those for?” anxiously inquired Ohlbaum. “We are going to operate," said Dr. McClure; “you said you had appendicitis.” “Wow!” exclaimed Ohlbaum. “Don’t cut me open. I ain’t sick. Honest I ain’t I was just fooling.”

Would Send Son to Jail

Magistrate Breen of New York Tells - Woman It Is a Good Way to Spoil Him. New York. —Mrs. Elizabeth Cronin of 1338 First avenue asked a jail sentence for her 17-year-old son Harold Elder, who appeared in the Yorkville court charged with stealing from her. Mrs. Cronh#gave to the boy, her son by a former marriage, 35 cents, with which to buy groceries. He spent it for a meal for himself and then was afraid to go home. He stayed away until Friday night, when hunger drove him to return. He got into the house without being seen, and late in the evening Mrs. Cronin, found him asleep on the floor of the hall. She woke him up and took him without delay to the East Sixty-seventh street police station, where she had him locked up as a thief on a warrant she had obtained two days before. ! The boy was in tears when his mother described him as incorrigible 1

men and material, and other forces had arrived on different passenger trains, so that about eighty mechanics ajjd artisans were on hand at seven o’clock. Twenty men arrived from the west at eleven o’clock. Then the work was under way in earnest. It was found that the transfer platforms and the platform in front of the old building had not been destroyed by the fire, so it was decided to erect ja temporary building directly upon the floor of the larger transfer platform. The frame was up and partly sheathed at 11:30 a. m. At five o’clock in the afternoon the building was entirely Inclosed and the roof was nearing conffcletion. By Monday morning the building was entirely finished, 26 feet wide and 120 feet long. The iyork was continued till the building was 175 feet long over all. Platforms were built, but the building built on Sunday was entirely finished and ready for business by Monday morning. SPARROW AS PEST KILLER English Bird May Be Used Against the Alfalfa Weevil In the West. Washington, D. C.-r-The English sparrow, originally imported into this country to destroy insect pests, but known chiefly in recent yjsars as a pest among birds, may come into its own again, according to the officials of the government biological survey. It has been found that the sparrow is

Stole $4,000,000 in Jewels

Stanislaus Zalog Writes from Chicago Solution of the Pauline Monastery Puzzle. Warsaw, Russian Poland^ —The mystery surrounding the theft from the Pauline Monastery at Czenstochowa of jewels and votive offerings valued at $4,000,000, which since 1909 has puzzled the brothers, seems at length to be solved by the receipt of a letter from Chicago. The writer of this communication to the monastery confesses that he, Stanislaus Zalog, was the thief; that he was then a lay brother, and that Father Damatius, who is now serving a sentence in the Siberian mines for the murder of his cousin, was not implicated, as has always been supposed. The letter seems genuine and the Russian police are taking steps to have Zalog arrested, but the former brother defies the police to trace him. It appears that Zalog remained at the monastery more than a year after the theft and not until Damatius was arrested did he escape to America. The robbery of the jewels which decked the ikon of the Virgin and Child in the Pauline Monastery created a great stir three years ago, and when, in October, 1910, Father Damatius was arrested in Austria for the murder of his cousin, Vaclav Macoch —whlcji crime he confessed —it was believed that the motive for the deed was to be found in a desire to shut the mouth of a man who could testify against him in the matter of the robbery.

and told over his offenses in order to show that jail was the only place for him. “I will not permit you to make a criminal of your son,” said Magistrate Breen, on hearing her demand. “What chance has the boy to reform if you send him to prison?" Mrs. Cronin then recommended sending the boy to some institution. Magistrate Breen put the case over, saying he wished to make a more thorough investigation. WHIST TRICK COST $104,850 Sto/y of a Remarkable Card Game Played on Board the Liner Olympic. New York. —The story of a remarkable game of bridge whist, which was played on the last trip of the liner Olympic between New York and Plymouth, was told here. The players were two Americans, an/ Austra-

a vigorous enemy of the alfalfa weevil, 1 an evil which threatens to spread ; throughout the alfalfa farming territory of the west as the cotton boll ; weevil has spread in the south. So ' far the weevil has appeared only in Utah and part of Wyoming, but a doz- I en other states, it is said, will be affected within a few years unless a real enemy of the pest is introduced to > fight it. The biological survey is planning tdi experiment with other birds this mer and will not recommend thWrfne English sparroy be sent into the alfalfa territory unless po other effective enemy of the weevil can be found. The bureau of entomology has received from its agent in Italy a number of parasites which feed on the alfalfa weevil and these will be sent to Utah at once. BRAIN SMALLER THAN CHILD’S Late Dr. Musser Shown to Have Developed Along One Line Only. % i Philadelphia.—Experts at the Wis- , ter Institute of Anatomy have just completed the examination of the brain of JDr. John H. Musser, a noted diagnostician who died recently. They found thqt Dr. Musser’s brain weighed less than that of a well-developed child. It was 20 ounces lighter than the brain of baniel Webster and 24 ounces lighter than that of James Fisk, the New York gambler who was : murdered a few years ago. Scientists say Dr. Musser developed along one line, not broadening out in all lines, | and therefore not fully developing all parts of the brain.

Damatius admitted the murder, but denied the theft of the jewels. He admitted also that he had taken money from the treasury and had squandered it upon Helena Ostrowska, wife of ths man he murdered. He told how his servant, Stanislaus, evidently the man now confessing the thefts, had assisted him in disposing of the body in a large ottoman, which together they threw into the River Varta. Stanislaus Zalog disappeared and has never been heard of until now. The most valuable thing stolen was the jeweled crown from the head of the Virgin. BIG CAT COMMITS SUICIDE - I Great Ratter Is Found Dead Near From Which Illuminating Gas --is Still Flowing. Everett, Wash. —Everybody connected with the Chelan Fruit house declares the cat deliberately and prel meditatedly destroyed herself by in* haling gas. The cat had been a great with her two masters. The way shd captured mice and rats endeared her to their hearts. When the proprietors opened their place of business the other morning a strong smell of gas met them. She was in a position that evidently gave her some trouble to reach. Further' she had lost her kittens a few days ago and had evinced a dejected spirit] losing her appetite for mice, rats and milk.

Ilan and an Englishman playing at 5 cents a point They were fairly matched and played freely, declaring on light hands and doubling a declaration with the smallest justification. The Englishman made a heart declaration and was promptly doubled by his opponents. He redoubled and was again doubled. The redoubling did not finish until, according to an onlooker who was keeping tally, the vnlue had multiplied nineteen times. The game when played out resulted in* the loss of the odd trick by the Englishman. When, however, the players calculated what the points .were they found they had multiplied up to 2,097,152 and that the trick was worth $104,850. The losers siid that this was absurd and that no one realized what he was doing. Eventually it was agreed that the losers boule each pay SSOO for the odd trie! Ten Million Dollar Firm. Charleston, W'. Va.-—The Interoeeun Express company of New York city Jias been incorporated under the laws of West Virginia, with an authorized capital stock of $10,000,000.

i STORIES or i OPENING OF THE CIVIL WAR Edmund Ruffin of Virginia Fired First Shot at Fort Sumter—Story Told by Judge Pryor. “The first shot fired in the Civil | war.” said Judge Roger A. Pryor the other day, according to the New York i Herald, “was fired by the hand of Mr. Edmund Ruffin of Virginia. If ißay I be recalled that Virginia stood out | long against secession. At the VirI ginia convention a majority opposed i taking the state out of the union, and the secessionists knew that without the border states, of which Virginia ■ was the leader, the cotton states ; would speedily be crushed. We all felt, I in particular, that the one way to get Virginia to unite with her souihern neighbors was to strike a blow against the Union. “After consultation with Mr. JefferI son Davis and others of the secession leaders I went down to Charleston, and from the porch of the Mills hotels delivered a speech to practically the entire population ctf Charleston. In that speech I urged the southern I troops to strike the first blow, and’assured them that once the conflict was on Virginia would secede ‘within an hour by Shrewsbury clock.’ “The next meeting I was deputed by General Beauregard to demand the t \ surrender of Fort Sumter. We knew, | of course, that surrender was imposi sible, but I was instructed after surj render had been refused to go at once ■ to the nearest battery and order the ! commandant to open fire. ■ “When I got to Battery Johnson and was met by the young captain in charge I presented my‘order, and be, i with muctwemotjon, embraced me and said that it was my impassioned u speech of the previous evening had made war possible, and he ofi sered me the chance of fame by firing ; the first gun at Fort Sumter. It was ' an honor I could not well refuse, and yet I was not anxious Sor it. “Back there in Virginia where the fight for and against secession had The First Gun of the Civil War Went Off With a Roar. : been prolonged and bitter I had known Edmund Ruffin, a gentleman of ; considerable estate and owning many : slaves. When the Virginia convention voted against secession Mr. Ruffin was so incensed that he shook the dust of his native state from his feet and became a citizen of South Carolina. Then, old as -he was, he promptly enlisted as a private at Charleston.’ It was while I was in the midst of my quandary with the captain of Battery Johnson that I-saw Mr. Ruffin, musket on his shoulder. “To the commandant I said-: ‘Sir, I appreciate the honor you would do me, but I could not think of depriving others more worthy than myself. Here is the man whose devotion to the southern cause makes him worthy of the honor.’ I introduced Mr. Rffin to the commandant and explained the circumstances, and when I left the fort to watch, from the front, the effect of that first shot Mr. Ruffin had the lanyard of the gun in his hand, preparatory for firing. “Scarce had we got outside when the gun—the first gun of the Civil war —went off with a roar. We could fol- ’ low quite distinctly the flight of the shell, and we watched it in its course until it burst with terrific force right over Fort “That was the wst shot! Vlrginl* seceded at once, whqn, the first blow having been'struck, President Lincoln called upon her for her quota of troops. Mr. Ruffin, as soon as the state had taken the course he deemed right, went back to Virginia and resumed his citizenship there. H 6 lived during the rest of the war. He was on a large estate of his in Amelia county when the news came to him of the surrender of Lee at Appomattox and the loss of the southern cause. > “ T cannot survive the liberties of \ my country,’ he said, with a resolution as firm as that of Cato. He loaded a double-barreled gun, and, pulling the trigger with his toes, blew the whole , top of his head off. “Those were his first and his last shots in the Civil war.” The Colonel’s Vehicle. Pat was detailed at headquarters, and was all puffed up in consequence. A visitor came, and asked if the colonel was in. “He is not, sorr. He’s afther havin’ a rids in his interim.” “In his interim?” , “Yis. He says to me, ‘Ol’m ln’ a frind shortly, and till he comes Oi’U take a drive in the intermln,’ aa’ nrU that h.