The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 3, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 16 May 1912 — Page 3

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SYNOPSIS. Garrett Coast, a young man of New York City, meets Douglas Blackstock, who invitee him to a card party. He accepts, although he dislikes Blackstock, the reason being that both are In love with Katnerlne Thaxter. Coast falls 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 tne 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 UtrowiWrom a distant boat. He rescues tne fellow who Is named Appleyard. They arrive at a lonely island, known as No Man’s Land. Coast starts out to exSlore the place and comes upon some eserted 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 murdered Van Tuyl. Coast pees 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 and has been watching the crowd on the Island, suspecting they are criminals. CHAPTER Xl.—(Continued.) “You can bet I shut off and skinned out of there in a jiffy; I’d been in a told sweat all the while. The racket my sending raided had sounded as loud as the Trump of Doom; I couldn’t to save my neck understand how Black failed to hear it, even if he were at the other end of the island, and come back and exterminate me. So I beat it on the dead jump. 1 “The farm-house was in my way, however, and I pulled up there to reconnoitre. There was a sound of Voices out front, and I went in the back way—the premises being empty —and snooped to the front windows and eavesdropped. • To that instant I’d had never a thought that you might be mixed up in the mess; but I recognized your voice, and' overheard just enough to open my eyes to the complexity of the situation. “I didn’t linger long enough to hear much; my position being somewhat delicate —from more than one point of view. So I sneaked out by the rear again, and laid for you on the path to the beach. Then that shower came up and I lost touch with the path. By the time I’d re-found it and traced my way back to the farm-house, you were gone. I set sail in pursuit, but by the time I sighted the deserted village, you were invisible, and Blackstock (by this time I knew his right name) was superintending the planting of Power. Seeing nothing of you I concluded —and hoped—you’d sloped for the boat, and dodged round after you. Those shots stopped me right by the boat on the beach; I saw you coming and . . ! “I’ve talked myself hoarse —for once In my life. Never dreamed I’d have such a taste of Heaven . . .1” Coast was about to speak when Appleyard stopped him with a lifted hand. “Look,” he said, with a wide gesture, “and if you’re superstitious at all—that is to say, human —hug comfort to your heart. For my part' I’m going to take this for an omen. You may please yourself.” Overborne by the freshing easterly wind, which blew down the Sound as through a funnel, the fog was rolling back like a scroll. The little man I laughed gently. “Haven’t we won out i to light and freedom, while back i there” —he Indicated the looming headland astern that shut off No Man’s Land from their vision—“still they walk In darkness, bound upon the wheel of their own, naughtiness F’ “Wel-1,” conceded Coast a little dubiously. “But on the other hand . . , here’s this wind brewing. Doesn’t k smell like an easter to you?” Appleyard sniffed contemptuously, "It do, it sure do,” he admitted. ■*We’ll have a bit of a blow by nightfall, certainly.” “And that means trouble, doesn’t <t?” "Why?” “Because I, for ene, am going back )o No Man’s Land tonight And the tore wind, the tougher the job of working back . . .” Appleyard grimaced his disgust “Who’s afraid?” hq. demanded, truculent “A pessimist,” he misquoted with a large if inconclusive air of philosophical contemplation, “is a fellow who has to live with optimists. Not only that, but you make me tired.” CHAPTER XII. Within another hour (and the morntog was still young) the Echo rode at anchor in Quick’s Hole, on the edge of the navigable channel, near the Naahawena shore, about midway of the passage between Vineyard Sound and Buzzard’s Bay; and within ten minutes of the time her anchor splashed over her bows, Mr. Appleyard, his plans formulated and communicated to Mr. Coast, was noisily asleep in the cabin —enjoying a rest whicn Coast, for ’all his own weariness of body and mind, could not begrudge him. v ’ . For six hours the younger man stood a lonely watch, companioned only by the melancholy voice of the bell buoy off the southern entrance, a sound, the most forlorn and dreary known to man, which came fitfully to his earns in the occasional lulling of the wind. As six bells sounded Appleyard hopped on deck, yawning and rubbing his eyes, but with a light in the latter, as soon as he permitted them to be seen, and a springiness in his movements which testified to the refreshing soundness of his slumbers. “Howdy?” he chirruped. "Nothing alarming turned up, eh?” , "Not a thing," said Coast J i"Good enough. Don’t look for ’em till evening. When’d this lull set Inf cXast informed him. “That’s ail dKt; fit in with their plans; they'd

rather make a landing in the dark, anyway.” “What difference would that make —?” “Not much; only the fewer boats touching. at No Man’s Land, the less attention attracted. I s’pose you know there’s a life saving station on Gay Head? Sure; and part of its job is to keep a list of everything that passes by, from a rowboat to a coastwise liner.” / “Os course; but —look here, Appleyard." Coast paused, doubt tinting his tone. “Sir, to you?” “There’s one thing been troubling me. It seems to me we’re taking a lot for granted. Os course, to begin with, I was only too keen to believe the worst of Blackstock. But, seriously, what warrant have you for believing he’s mixed up with this smuggling game?” Appleyard rubbed his nose reflectively. “Wel-1,” he drawled, grinning, “I haven’t got any sure-’nough good excuse, I admit I just know It’s so. That’s all.” “But—” “What’s Blackstock sticking out there for? Not because he likes it, you can bet; not solely because he’s afraid ■ of getting caught—for he settled on No Man’s Land before Dun-

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das come through with his confession; not because he would be safer in some corner of the world across the water —” “I told you his wife said—” “She said precisely what he told her. Naturally. Probably believes it Rot!! . . . The real reason is the reason why B he dropped his remittances to Dundas; because he’s broke, and down, and desperate—ready to turn his hand to anything to earn a dishonest dollar. And this job’s ideal for his purposes," Appleyard wound up triumphantly. “But," Coast argued, “she has money. “How do you know?” “At least, her aunt had, and it was to go to her.” “But did it? I’ll lay you a handsome wager that either she never got it or it wasn’t much anyway and Blackstock managed to run through it with th® customary facility of scoundrels of his class. . . . Don’t talk to me,: I tell you, 1 know a lot of things for certain that I don’t know for sure; and this is one of ’em. . . . And now if you’ll just kindly quit finding fault with my unimpeachable management of this affair, and duck below and pound your ear for a couple of hours, or until 1 call you, you’ll be in much better shape for what’s before you this night.” Coast, soothed by the swash of

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Valedictorian Got Badly Mixed Up But the Result Pleased His Audience Immensely. The trouble with the valedictorian was that he had started orations on three different subjects and abandoned two, after committing them to memory. This may account for the fact that the trouble ensued early in the engagement The youth made a good getaway and was covering the ground steadily when he suddenly switched. - ‘Beyond the Alps lies Italy,’ ” he cried as he took careful alm with his Index finger at the gallery. “Such were the Inspired words of Patrick Henry as ho faced the astonished gathering, and pointed to the throbbing lid

waves and the softly modulated tolling of the distant buoy, presently dozed off; nor did he wake until Appleyard shook his shoulder several hours later. He started up In some perturbation —with that singular flutter of the heart that men sometimes waken to face a crucial hour. “Well—?” he asked, half dazed. “Time,” returned Appleyard coolly. “They’re just about to stand in round Lone Rock. Come on deck.” His small head and narrow shoulders were momentarily silhouetted against a violet-shaded square of sky that filled the companion opening, then disappeared. Coast, realizing from the twilight within and without that the hour was late, followed with expedition. “What’s o’clock?” he asked as he stepped on deck. " “About seven. Take the wheel." Appleyard dropped lightly into the engine-pit as Coast obediently moved to the stern and grasped the spokes. His first glance was comprehensive, summing up the situation in a single cast; he was now fully awake and very alert. With a muffled cough the motor began to throb and drum. The Echo gathered way. Coast swung her gently to starboard as Appleyard, throttling the speed to half, climbed out and dropped the hatch. “Right,” the little man approved. “Now hold her steady for Pasque, not too far up channel, and stand ready to put her about when I give the word.” ♦‘Aye, aye,” said Coast Intelligently. He pondered a while as the boat forged sturdily up against the seas. “Suppose,” he said abruptly, “this isn’t the right boat?” Appleyard grunted unpleasantly. “It’s got to be,” he affirmed with conviction. “What else could It be? .

. . You’d make a shine gambler, if you want to know,” he added, bustling about busily. Coast subsided, although he continued to eye the oncoiping boat with unmitigated mistrust. Appleyard, having cast off aIL but one of the stops securing the gaff to the boom, first lighted and set out the starboard lamp, which was of course invisible to the approaching boat, then lighted and placed the other beneath the seat. “I got an eye-full of her with the glasses as she came across the bay," he said, pausing beside Coast and balancing himself lightly against the motion of the boat. “She’s a stepper all right; a cabin cruiser about thirtyfour over all with a good, stiff engine in her —twenty-five H.-P., I’d guess. She moves when she moves!” “That argues a crew of two?” Coast surmised. “Just about —aside from our friend the passenger, Mr. Handyside—who’s in such a sweat to get on his job that be has to risk the passage in the teeth of an easter," said the little man. “You can bet your boots no one else would run the chance —nor he, unless it was on urgent business. . . . Now go about and stand across again, a bit further up the channel," he advised as the Echo drew under the shadow of Pasque. “So-o: that’s it" (TO BE CONTINUED.)

of the steaming kettle. If he had turned aside at the crucial moment, if, Hannibal had not braved the minions of the English king, the power and helpfulness of harnessed steam might have been left for the discoverers of a future age. But such is the Inexorable decree of fate. Hannibal swept down upon the plains of sunny Italy, the seeds of American .Independence were deeply rooted, and the steam engine was given to an gmased world. If James Hannibal—l should say Patrick Watt—l mean Liberty Hepry —had hesitated—or looked back—the course of empire would have remained unchecked and history would haveJbeen rewritten!” Then he *t down amid tremendous applause, i

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STRIVE FOR HARMONY THEREIN IS THE WHOLE SECRET OF SUCCESSFUL COIFFURE. Once Having Ascertained the Style That Suits the Face, Refuse to Be Led to Follow Any Caprice of Fashion. The woman who would be in good style never plays freaks with her hair. Her coiffure should be personal,, not a whim of fashion. She should study her type under skillful advice or by means of a triple mirror, until she knows what ararngement suits the color and nature of her hair and the contour and expression of her face. The choice once made, hold to it though the rest of the girls are flattening down their tresses or puffing them out to suit the last caprice in headgear. Go to hairdressers if you can afford it; they keep the hair in such good condition, but insist on their following the general lines you have adopted as your individual coiffure. It is not easy to give advice as to •hairdressing, but in a general way remember that black or very dark hair does not look well fluffy or disordered, while the least suspicion of kink should be tabooed. . It should be glossy, smooth, and if waved at all adopt a broad, loose wave and moderate puffing. Light hair or red hair is apt to look thin and dull if very smooth, and waving or fluffiness is' usually extremely becoming to the fair-haired type of beauty. Do not tie the hair up into tight little wads or draw it back from the face and neck to the straining point, piis ruins the hair itself and hardens the softest. Equally bad—indeed worse, for It is unrefined as well as ugly—is- voluminous hairdressing. Nothing is such bad style as a heavy braid with hair. If overblessed by nature, adopt a coiffure hair ararngement that under-em-phasizes the amount of hair; if the hair is bought, save your purse and your reputation for good taste. A girl with small face, delicate features and slight figure looks ridiculous with massed tresses, The secret of becoming hairdressing is that it harmonizes with one’s face and figure. If she is massive of form and features, she looks almost a caricature with curly lovelocks that are fetching on a piquant face, while the simple parting and Greek knot that is charming on a girl of regular features and oval contour is unbecoming on one of heavy cheek bones and pug nose. The ornaments so many girls consider necessary are often in bad taste. They ■will fix their hair becomingly for home and make themselves ugly with filets, bandeaux, plumes and

PANNIER BATHING SUIT At last we have been able to change the style of the bathing suit The Pannier effect craze has carried the bathing suit along in its path, and this summer we will see the Pannier bathing suit on the fashionable beaches. As its sister the Pannier dress, the Pannier bathing suit orig-

Embroldered Ratine. The newest additions to the spring’s embroideries are the embroidered cotton ratine and the embroidered agaric. The embroidery, rather heavy, Is done In a mercerized thread on a ratine or agaric so light in weight as to be somewhat transparent. They are to be had in white, in ecru and in finely striped effects, combining dark blue, black, light blue, pink, or lavender with white. These embroideries are not only remarkably effective, but are practical as well, for they launder perfectly and hold their shape and color. Afternoon Tea. American girls are fast falling into a hospitable custom long practiced by their English cousins—that of serving afternoon tea on any and every occasion. The beverage itself may be diluted —in fact, its coloring may be pAlest amber—but tea it must be. ( For is there anything which lends such ah air of hospitality to drawing room, boudoir, or even the tiniest bachelor girl quarters, as the well i.. . ■ <

ribbons when they are in a festal array. q The woman who wears nothing in her hair is sure to be on the safe side. Freakish effects may be the height ol fashion, but the woman who wishes ; to look distinctive has none of them GIFT MAN WILL APPRECIATE Practical Case for His Ties Is Something Which He Will Always Welcome. A practical case for ties always fofenis an acceptable gift for a man, and in our sketch may be seen a capital article for this purpose and one also that is simple and easy to make. It can be carried out in art linen or art serge, and lined with soft silk and bound with narrow ribbon or edged with a silk cord. The material may be cut entirely in ' one piece measuring 27 inches in ; length by 8 inches in width. After ! this piece of material has been lined w nV-V » -\\ with soft silk the ends for a .distance of three inches are turned over and sewn down at the edges sc that they form two pockets, intc which thj ends of the ties may be slipped in the manner shown in the sketch: Across the center at the point where the case folds together, a band of elastic is sewn, and in the first instance the ties are placed under this band and afterwards the ends tucked into the pockets. Ribbon strings are attached by which the case may be secured when closed, and the word, “ties” is worked across the front and the remaining .space filled up with the conventional design shown in the sketch on the left hand side, which illustrates the case closed. The case may be stiffened with thin cardboard sewn in between the lining and the cover. Taffeta Ribbons. The vogue of taffeta has brought out new changeable taffeta ribbons in blue and green, blue and yellow, blue and red and a multitude of other combinations. These are fringed at the edges in the brighter color.

inated in Paris. The suit is made ol peau de cygne, ants is made up either in plain or fancy fashion. GREAT SECRET OF MILLINERY Hat Should Be Expression of the Temperament of the Wearer, Then All Js Well. It falls to the lot of the modern woman to choose and design her own hats If she so wishes and yet to be entirely up to date. It only needs the original Idea, and that together with effect, constitutes smart millinery. The woman of temperament can find expression in her millinery, and there is nothing throughout an entire wafdrobe that so changes a woman, sc alters her appearance, as her varying millinery. No one can disagree that a hat eminently becoming this morning is hideous tomorrow. And the wherefore? Change of mood, there fore change of expression. The hat that sits well down on the head, covering and hiding from view a riot of curls, but that is redeemed by a iherry face and a gleam of pretty teeth, is a satisfaction; a failure only when the face settles into gloom oi austere repose. In such a case the upturned brim has its value, where the hair is revbaled and falls softly about the face, beautifying the expression and softening the features. For this reason the multiplicity ol style in hats is indeed a blessing. And a concession to be grateful for. If the nails are hard and brittle rub them at night with a little cold creaxn. Lemon juice will remove stains, and the use of a little ammonia in the bath water will strengthen the nails.

equipped tea table, ready at a moment’s notice for proffering the cup which cheers? Since the revival of the tea fad many quaint, old-fashioned tea sets of grandmamma’s ahd great-grandmam-ma’s days have been brought from obscure hiding places and pressed into service. Even tea cups minus handles, cream, era with broken noses and sugar bowls with pronounced cracks and apertures have been restored and again made useful. How to Wash a Silk Blouse. When washing silk blouses never rub soap on them or rub the silk between the hands. Use soapsuds and put in a little methylated spirits into the last rinsing water, as this gives a gloss to the silk. For tussore silk use bran water in place of soap. ▲ pound of bran should be well boiled in two quarts oi water, strained, and used for both washing and rinsing water. One part j»f water to three parts of the bran mixture will be found about the right proportion.

THE NEED OF WOMEN MISSIONARIES By Edward A. Marshall, Director of Missionary CcJiTse of Moody Bible Institute, Chicago TEXT—And the angel answered and said unto the women, go quickly and tell his disciples that He is risen 4, from the dead.—Matt. 28:5-7. The condition of heathen women in foreign lands today demands that the

in this lies a significant fact that it was in his purpose to have womankind ever telling the Gospel to the women of the race. One of the reasons why the Christian women of the world shall be foremost in their evangelization. Christ made a woman the first messenger of his resurrection and

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evangelization of the women of the world must be done by women who have acepted Christ is because they can bq reached by women only. It is a common saying that men do not understand women. - Evidences of this have been presented in the thousands .of divorce cases and oft repeated family troubles which are commonly reported in these days. If this be true in civilized countries, where the grace of God modifies the harshness of human life, how much more must it be true among the heathen, who have no spiritual or moral standards such as we have, and no divine power to assist them in living righteous lives. There are no women in foreign lands who will open their hearts to men. Being very shy and suspicious, •they are often reluctant to do this even to the missionary women who visit them. In fact, such a network of suspicious fears has been woven around the lives of women in nonChristian lands that they shrink from ‘every foreigner who would pry into the secrets of their inner life. It wotild be entirely improper for a man to visit .the home of any native woman in any non-Christian land, even should she be a member of the church. So rigid are the customs that often in case of illness, the male doctor is not permitted to see the female patient. A missionary doctor in China was once asked to visit a Chinese home to prescribe for a sick wife. When he insisted on seeing the patient, the husband remonstrated. However, when he found that no relief could be given without examination, such as the feeling of the pulse, he hastened to hei room, tied a twined string around her wrist and passed the end out of the window to the doctor, telling him to take hold of it and see if she had lever. There are thousands of women in Asia who would rather die than let a man see their faces. Over most of the territory from Japan through Korea, China, Siam, Bur mah, India and on to Palestine and Turkey, women are shut apart in places called the “woman’s apart ment.” In poor Indian homes, this secluded portion of the house is made by hanging a sari of coarse piece of cloth across one part of the room, thus forming a retreat for the women when men come to visit their husbands. • The women of the Orient are guarded as though they were untrustworthy and as though they were unworthy of human privileges, or were in capable of exercising proper management ol the family affairs. Undei' such conditions as these, it can be easily seen to be impossible for the men of the mission stations to preach the gospel to the quarter of a billion women living in the Orient; it must be done by women. In the first place, the women of these non-Christian lands need the gospel for their own sake. The soul of a Hindoo or Chinese woman is as truly precious in the sight of God as that of any other woman, for he does -not look on the outward appearance; whether the person be black or white, or whether she be dressed in a ’calico sari or a sealskin cloak, whether she eats rice with her fingers off a banana leaf or dainty delicacies from cut-glass ware. Another reason why the women of the Orient must be reached is because they support and maintain the religious systems of the countries lEwhich they live. It must be readily seen that the hundreds of millions of women in Asia must perish without the gospel if the women of Christian lands do not respond to the call of Christ and carry his message into their homes. The response which these women give to the missionary lady who asks for admission to their homes is a guarantee for untold usefulness for any Christian woman who can find it in her heart to take them the words of life, in the non-Christian lands women are often so anxious to hear the message concerning the “new way” that they will listen with intense eagerness for a longer period than the missionary is able to speak. With such an open door of blessing offered to the women of America who have come to know Christ can there b<= any trade or profession which w uld prevent one from entering the dear with’the true message of salvation? Christ All and in All. If Christ occupies, hl? legitimate regnant position in our hearts, he is semi-consciously with us all the while, insomuch that all we say and do is modified by that fact. He abides with those that'love him. They we under his influence constantly. He shapes their lives, he puts his mark upon them. They come to think his thoughts. As Paul puts it, they “become imitators” <st him. They grow into his likeness. Kindness, beneficence, good cheer radiate from them.

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