The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 5, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 30 May 1912 — Page 3

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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 falls 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 Katherine Thaxter and fled. Coast purchases a yacht and while sailing sees a man thrown from a distant boat. He rescues the fellow who ff ls 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"rurther 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 sees Blackstock and some Chinamen burying a man. They Are 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. Coast is anxious to fathom the mysteries of No Man's Land, and is determined to save Katherine. Appleyard believes that Black and his gang make a shield of the wireless station to conduct a smuggling business. Coast penetrates to the lair of Blackstock’s disguise. CHAPTER Xlll.—(Continued.) Blackstock spoke abruptly the instant Coast succeeded in forcing the door to —abruptly and harshly, but with a certain jerky intonation that betrayed jangled nerves: an involuntary confession most welcome to its hearer; this was, after all, with all its viciousness, a human being—no such nerveless monster of blood and Iron as Appleyard had pictured In his narrative of the hour of the assassination, or even as Coast had come to figure the man in his long days of hopeless brooding. “Who’s that?” he cried. “Who’s there? What the devil —” He paused to control his agitation. But Coast withheld his reply an appreciable moment. Then, “Mr. Black, I believe?” he said quietly. “Black.! ” The man started at sound of an‘’unfamiliar voice, and Coast saw —his—great frame quiver—slightly, indeed, but perceptibly. “That’s my name,” he continued hoarsely. “But • . . who are you? . . . What d’you mean by coming in here without knocking?” he added with a show of bluster. “I knocked—several times,” Coast lied steadily. /‘The wind, doubtless . , . Sorry I startled you; thought you’d be expecting me.” “Expecting you!” Blackstock moved Impatiently. “But, damn it, who are you? Can’t you give yourself a name?” “Why, Handyside, of course." Coast’s tone was a perfection of polite surprise- “Surely,” it seemed to say, “you must’ve been looking for me!” Distrusting deliberately artificial inflections, he was at pains to I speak crisply, as was not his habit; such being the only way he could think of to disguise his voice. He was watching Blackstock closely, alert tor a sign of recognition in the man’s expression. Somewhat to his surprise he detected none. „“I got orders to come here and relieve Power last night,” he continued. “Came downthis morning to New Bedford and —” The words froze upon his lips. A door to his left had opened; Katherine stood there, watching, listening. Apparently she had started to filter without any suspicion that her busband was nos talking to one of the servants, and In her astonishment had stopped. The figure of the man by the door could not but be strange to her, masked as its every line and contour was by clumsy and fitless oilskins and the deep shadow cast by the broad turned-down brim of a sou'wester. Yet Coast thought to discern a deathless apprehension In her pose, a mute but infinitely pitiful question In her eyes. And his heart stood still, for the crucial instant vjas imminent; In another minute, two at most, she would know him. And then . . .? “Well?” Blackstock roused him. "What you stopping for? I’m listening!” “I beg pardon.” Coast tugged at the button on the chin-strap of his sou’wester. “The lady there ... 1 didn’t know . . .” Blackstock turned his head impatiently, moving his sightless eyes in the direction of; Katherine. “Oh,” he said, “my wife—” The soman moved quickly into the room. she said, still with her eyes to the stranger. “It Is I, Douglas. I didn’t know —I fancied one of the servants . . .” “This is Mr. Handyside,” Blackstock told her sharply, as if irritated by the Interruption; “he’s to take Power’s place—” Coast removed his sou’wester and came forward a pace, so that the light was strong upon his face. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, “I’m the new operator. “How d’you do?” He contrived to keep his tone coolly respectful and Impersonal, but his eyes were pleading with her, and he hung upon the Issue of her response as a condemned • man lives in the hope of a reprieve. She knew him now; his action in discovering his features had but hastened slightly the confirmation of her most dread premonition. And of a sudden her face was a mask of chalk set with eyes that blazed with cold fires of terror. Coast saw her sway, but though he feared she was about to faint, dared not move to her assistance. Indeed, there was no need; she was fashioned of sterner stuff; though every atom of her being shuddered, she remained mistress of herself. An instant’s delay would hare been damning; she knew that . . . and her answer fell pat as he ceased to speak. 1 “Good ewning,” she said so admlra- '* was even a hint .of lanl|hce In her voice. “You Mr. Handyside.” broke la.-

“It’s hard to believe. D’you mean to tell me you made the run through this storm?” The blood flowed back into Coast’s heart. He flashed the woman a look of thanks, but her gaze was blank as it met his, and he knew that as yet she existed and guided her actions au'tomatlcally. The real awakening to the situation was yet to come—nor with her would it be long delayed. The crisis was not yet past. “Well,” he said, ’ with a careless half-laugh, “I’m here, you see. It is a blow, that’s a fact. Had me frightened; I’ve seen some storms — but they were from the decks of steamships.” He began to unfasten the oilskin coat. “Lucky to’ get here at all. I guess.” “That’s true, or I’m no judge of weather. I wonder you managed to get Finn and Hecksher to take the chance.” “They didn’t want to.” Coast offered up a fervent prayer of gratitude for the fortuitous turn of the conversation that had supplied him with the names of Mr. Handyside’s traveling companions. “But I was told to hustle because Power was leaving you practically without notice, so I insisted. Os course the fog held us up all morning; and then we had to have an accident?” “How’s that?” Blackstock sat down heavily, still with his staring eyes turned toward Coast, his face clouded

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with thoughtfulness. “Where are they, anyway?” he continued without pause, as one reminded of an oversight. “Finn—Hecksher —why aren’t they with you?” “Oh, they’re all right,” Coast parried, making time for Katherine, whose struggle to retain her poise and comprehend just what it all meant was engaging his attention to such a degree that he had to force himself, to give heed to Blackstock. “You don’t need to worry about them.” Blackstock leaned forward, scowling intently. “What d’you mean by that? Didn’t they bring you here?” “Only part way; you see, this accident I mentioned — “What sort of an accident? Hang it, if they didn’t bring you— Where’d you leave them?” “Safe enough—high and dry—aground in Quick’s Hole.” “The devil you say! How’d Finn come to run the Corsair aground? Why, he knows more about this coast —” “Not his fault It came about kindness of some amateur asses —beg pardon, Mrs. Black; I’m quoting Mr. Finn —in a catboat ... They almost ran us down when we were about midway through the Hole — didn’t seem to know what they, were doing; and in trying to avoid a collision we piled up on a shoal on the lefthand side of the channel —forget the name of the island it makes off from.” Coast hesitated in assumed perplexity, in acual trepidation more acute

Swordfish and Beer Keg

New York Judge Tells a Lurid Tale of Adventure Off Block Island. Judge Tom Dinnean is back with his good ship Nomad after a cruise in which he had some rare adventures, says the New York World. Here’s one as he tells it himself with his well known regard for veracity: “We were fifteen miles off Block island in the duskus of the day when we came on a school of salt mackerel. First thing we knew a swordfish butted in and there was a wild scramble among the mackerel. The swordfish filled up on the school and then like an overfed hog took a nap on the surface of the water. My engineer used to be a New Bedford whaler and he carries a lot of old-time tackle on the Nomad. He went for’ard and heaved a harpoon into the small of the swordfish’s back. He had ab

than he cared to acknowledge even to himself. “Pasque, you mean?” “That’s it” But though his story seemed to be credited, the tension held unrelaxed; Katherine was recovering from her shock and ... What would she do when she had had time to take second thought? Would her primal impulse shield him, to further his deception, prevail? Or would some mad concept of duty force her to expose him and bring ruin down upon them both? He could not keep his eyes from her. Not a detail of her attitude escaped him, not a convulsive movement of her hand (in whose rosy hollow lay his life and hers) . . . She stood unmoving by the table, one hand touching it for support Meanwhile he heard himself talking, responding glibly to Blackstock’! testy catechism. “But how- the devil’d you get here, then?.” “Pure luck. We’d been stuck about half an hour when a fisherman —fellow named Wise, from Vineyard Haven—came along, trying to beat the storm home. We hailed him and he luffed up to us —he could do that with his boat, a light-draught Cape Cod cat; and I offered him a ten-spot tq bring me on. You see, I understood it was an emergency case. He held back a bit, but the sight of the money fetched him; and he earned it I wouldn’t take that trip again for a hundred dollars.” “Well, then . . . But what’a b» come of him?” “Oh, he went back to his boat — said he didn’t dare to leave her tot fear she’d drag and come up on the beach. Besides, he said his wlfe’d be fretting about him and he wanted to be ready to beat back the first sign of a let up.” “I see.” Blackstock nodded slowly. “You must be pretty well used up.” He laid his hand as if abstract-

edly upon the table beside him, taoved it to and fro, found the edge of the whisky tray, and grasped the neck of the decanter. “You’ve earned a drink, Handyside?” “Thank you,” he said, "but I’m on the wagon.” Blackstock chuckled. “That’s your affair,” he said. I’m not.” There was a grain of combative bravado in the latter words. He splashed whisky into a tumbler and diluted it with a little water, finding the objects with an adroitness on a par with that which had excited Appleyard’s interest “Health,” he said, tersely, and drank. The woman roused herself. “Perhaps Mr. Handyside will sit down,” she suggested in a toneless voice. Her eyes challenged Coast’s. He looked away, unable to endure their pitiful defiance. The drama of her life had needed but this last heartrending touch. There are tragedies in women’s life beside which deathitself is trifling. “No, thanks; I’m all wet.” He wondered to hear his own voice so steady and in character with his impersonation. “About done up, too. If you don’t mind. I’d like to turn in.” “I’ll show you the way.” Blackstock rQse. “You’re to have Power’i room.” Coast’s glance was instant to the woman’s face and found it inscrutable. Did she or did she not suspect? . .-. “Power won’t mind?” he asked quickly; and still she showed no sign. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

ready secured an emoty beer keg—got that “empty?”—to he end oi the harpoon line. Mr. Swordfish as soon as the harpoon got Into him took it on the run with the beer keg trailing along. He dived and tacked and doubled on his tracks, but the keg was ever on the job. Finally his despair and exhaustion did the trick. He gave a feeble flicker with his tail and we hauled him aboard. He was six feet two inches long and weighed four hundred pounds, and say—he was fine eating." ~ Properly Punished. "I refuse to pay. If I do, I hope my arms will drop off,” declared a man recently when summoned by the Stourbridge (Eng.) Guardians for declining to pay Is a week towards the maintenance of his mother. A startling sequel to his oath occurred the other day whan he became paralysed,

WHERE APPLIANCES OF MERCY ARE EXHIBITED /j —iC" 'f I u I II . • i _ ,i irrr T rryrr— — itiinr.. me M M "'-'ninth ~ ags ■■ ; =’ ■ mh imi . s || .'.mmbi DVSWI |H 81l DURING the International Red Cross conference in Washington there was given a remarkable exhibition of articles used in the work of the organization. It was in the new building of the American Red Cross. Many of these exhibits were entered in competition for $9,000 in prizes, the income of a fund donated by the Empress Marie Feodorovna of Russia.

USE GAS IN SPORTS

Too Frequent “Jags” From Oxygen Dangerous. Proposition of Sir Edwin Ray Lankester Denounced as Unsportsmanlike and Unscientific-— Will Shorten Life. London. —The lay press reports that Sir Edwin Ray Lankester has inquired if the Swedish authorities, who will ’have charge of the coming Olympian games, will permit a Marathon competitor to carry an oxygen tank or bag and take from it an occasional whiff during that cruel and grueling twentysix odd miles that must be run by those who would be in at the finish. The competitors, he observes, will presumably be allowed to consume refreshments while racing. “It would be extremely interesting- to kee whether such breathing is of material assistance to the runner, and as oxygen gas is not a drug, but as natural an article of consumption as water, there seems to be no redson why the runner should be disqualified for refreshing himself with it, as he may with soup or water.” Stimulating drugs are, of course, righjtly barred fromlany athletic contest worthy the name, the Scientific American remarks. Oxygen is in these circumstances certainly a drug, inasmuch as it “dopes” the recipient, quite like many another drug. Pure oxygen is a powerful and most valuable stimulant for the sick who require it —pa-

DOOMED MAN DRAWS BRIEF Murderer Signs Appeal With Initials, Showtffig Number in Death House. 'lYenton, N. J.—For the first time in the history of New Jersey a man convicted of murder and in the death house at the state prison, has prepared a brief in his own behalf for presentation to the court of errors and appeals in an endeavor to get a new trial. Frank McDermit and Chauncey H. Beasley, as counsel for Allison M. MacFarland, filed with the court an elaborate briaf prepared by MacFarland, who stands convicted of poisoning his wife in Newark. The case was carried up on a writ of error and in addition to the lawyers’ brief the brief of MacFarland was The man goes into the case in detail and has an explanation for every questionable phrase in the now famous “Bunny” letters. As MacFarland is an educated man, the brief was intelligently prepared. He Signed it “D. H. 1851.” The initials stand for “Death House,” and the numbers are his-prison designation. Mother’s Ruse Prevents Wedding. Tone, Wash. —Charles E. Cowell and Miss Mina Erickson had made preparations for a hasty wedding this week, as the bride’s mother was opposed to the union. The guests had assembled before the mother learned that she had been outwitted. She pretended to take poison. The news ot the apparent suicide Was carried to her daughter when the ceremony was almost completed. It has never been finished.

Prophet Is 15 Years Old

{indu Regarded tjy European Theosophists as Precursor of “the Master.” Paris. —Theosophists of Europe have their thoughts directed toward Paris, for at Paris has arrived a new Hindu prophet who is regarded by many Theosophists as the precursor of the ultimate Master who is to give to th© world its long-experienced moral transformation. He is a mere boy, only 15 years of age, afid he comes from Adyar, India. At fourteen he wrote a book called “At the Feet of the Master,” which has been translated into many languages, and which is said by Theosophists to be inspired by a high consciousness ot human needs. To them the prophet, who is called both Krishnamurti and Alcyone, confirms by his presence the declarations of Mrs. Annie Besant in ier address at the Sorbonne last year that » profound change was

tients with coma or pneumonia in extremis. But, as with all stimulants, excessive use of it? is dangerous. It first excites and then depresses; frequent oxygen intoxication will prematurely exhaust the individual’s vitality and will surely tend to shorten his days. Such indulgence will make the cardiac beats most pathologically rapid and powerful; the blood will flow in excessive volume and strength and the collapse will be in Reciprocal proportion. The ears sing in an “oxygen jag,” as if one should hang head downward over a cliff; speech is hesitating, “ideas swarm, but it is hard to seize them.” Sir Edwin’s proposal is amazingly unscientific in a scientist of so great reputation and it is most unsportsmanlike, especially in an Englishman, the Britisher being nothing if not a lover of fair play in sport. What folly to declare nascent oxygen as natural an article of consumption as water! Pure oxygen is far from being such a thing; it is natural only to be breathed when it is diluted with (several times its volume of nitrogen. ■ Pure oxygen has before been used in athletics, but all that kind of thing is altogether cheap and unprofitable and it has a yellow streak. Yes, records have been broken by this means. They should not stand; they do not in the minds of the sporting aristocracy. And the reason why is that they, are not tests of brawn and endurance under the inexorable conditions in which human life must crdinarly be lived. An oxygen drunk might make an untrained, undeveloped, soft muscled, ordinarily short winded specimen suc-

Russian . Butchery in Tabriz

Many of Leading Citizens, Including a Venerated Priest, Hanged by the Cossacks, Says Correspondent » 1 • in Letter. Paris. —Detailed accounts of the atrocities committed by Russian troops in Persia during the Ihst two or three months are at length available. The j League for the Rights of Peoples has | obtained two letters from Persian correspondents. Both letters are from Tabriz, the chief commercial town ot Persia, which the Russians bombarded and seized. The first is dated January 14: “December 18 tae Russian army entered Tabriz without having warned the authorities of the city. This act only served to make the population indignant, as it saw its rights violated. The nationalists, at sight of foreigners mixing in the affairs of their country, became exasperated. Fighting was imminent between them and the Russian Cossacks. December 22 the Russians began a heavy bombardment. Shells fell everywhere in the city. The population became maddened. The flag from the American consulate w» struck off by a shell. “On the 23d the nationalists seized the Russian barracks, which are in the Armenian quarter. More than twenty Cossacks were killed or wounded. Atrocities began. The Russians entered houses, burning, sacking, killing and pillaging. They struck down the children who resisted before their fathers and mothers and carried off the young girls when they could. Others came on to the Adgi bridge over the River

coming in the life of humanity and that it was to enter upon a new phase to be signalized by the coming of the Master, who was to establish a new religion. The prophet presided at a meeting of He plans to pass about six months at the University of Oxford, to gain a knowledge of western culture. for he believes that in the new era there will come a union of western culturs and of eastern wisdom. He predicts for the future the formation of a new continent in the Pacific ocean like the one called Atlantis, which, according to classical tradition, once existed in the Atlantic ocean. The prophet and his friends contend that the Bogoloff islands, whose coming in the North Pacific was accompanied by seismic disturbances, are the nucleus of the new continent he has in mini. This physical earth change, he believes, will signalize a revolution in religion.

cessful for the brief span of a given contest; but for all that he would be poorer, and not the really triumphant man. All competitions should be held under natural conditions, such as must be chanced and coped with in nature The only safe and sane way to breathe oxygen is in combination with nitrogen as it exists in the circumambient air, in the form to which, *dur ing the ages, human and all other life has become Normal living is ever “the right adjustment of internal relations to external relations.” After all, why should marathons be run. anyway, except for the glorious and sufficient purpose of announcing in the Athenian market place the victory at Marathon over the Persians? How utterly purposeless is today this terribly taxing race, which must for many a participant result in disease and in shortened existence. HELP ARGENTINE FARMERS South America Republic to Have a Department of Agriculture Next Fall. New York. —The government of Argentina will begin next fall the organization of a national department of agriculture modeled after the department in the United States. For the purpose of obtaining American experts to take charge of the work the Argentine government has had R. E. Bouin in this city for the last three weeks. Mr. Bouin said he has completed his work and expects to return shortly accompanied by six Americans. Mr. Bouin was born in Louisiana and is director of the governmental agricultural experiment station at Tucuman.

Amene and again began a bombardment of the unhappy city, which in the last few years had already seen so many indescribable horrors, in tills struggle there were about 100 Russian soldiers killed and about as many Persian nationalists, but above that there were more than 800 victims, including defenseless women and children, massacred by the Cossacks. The latter also hanged several members of the municipal council of Tabriz. Chief among these may be mentioned Sehaikh Salim, Zia-ul-Ulama, and his uncle, but what caused the greatest excitement, even among the, foreigners, was the hanging of Sikat-ul-islam, a religious man universally respected, according to the consuls of all the European countries, on account of his influence, his good sense and his liberal mind. “On the 26th the Russians, after having taken possession of the government buildihgs, custom houses and the postoffices, set fire to them. In the face of all these atrocities and the great misery of the population of Tabriz, the Russian commander-in-chiet ordered to be shot two of the Russian soldiers guilty qf excessive atrocities. There are many more things to say, but I have neither the will nor the strength. In conclusion 1 will say only that the beautiful city of Tabriz has’ become a veritable cemetery and that is the only reason that peace reigns there at present.” Instead of running from a disagreeable argument, most people will stand and stir the kettle.

DOG SAVES LIFE OF MASTER Faithful Collie Brings Aid to Missourian Stricken With Apoplexy. Kansas City. Mo—A faithful dog probably saved the life of his master, Bainbridge Howard, a pioneer resident of this city. Howard, accompanied by his collie, st: ‘ted for a walk last night, and at an isolated spot in his apple orchard was stricken with apoplexy. There he lay for hours while the dog made frequent trips to the house, whining and scratching at the door each time Meanwhile Mrs. Howard, who is years old, sat alone in the house wondering what had become of her husband. When the dog attracted her attention the intelligent animal led her to her unconscious husband. She summoned neighbors, who carried the old man home. Blessing in Disguise. Many a man is being saved by the hard work that he thinks la killing him.

AS LONG AS IT WAS WINE. “You should not look upon de wine when it am red.” “Well, I’s not partivv.Jj'’ about de cdlor, parson.” PHYSICIAN ADVISES CUTICURA REMEDIES “Four years ago I had places break out on my wrist and on my shin which would itch and burn by spells, and scratching them would not seem to give any relief. When the trouble fir§t began, my wrist and shin itched like poison. I would scratch those places until they would bleed before I could get any relief. Afterwards the places would scale over, and the flesh underneath would look red and feverish. Sometimes it would begin to itch qntl! it would waken me from my sleep, and I would have to go through the scratching ordeal again. Cur physician pronounced it “dry eczema.” I used an ointment which the doctor gave me, but it did no good. Then he advised mo to try the Cuticura Remedies. As this trouble has been in our family for years, and is considered hereditary, I felt anxious to try to head it off. I got the CutiOintment and Pills, and they seemed to be just what I needed. “The disease was making great headway on my system until I got the Cuticura Remedies which haver cleared my skin of the great pest. From the time the eczema healed four years ago, until now, I have never felt any of its pest! and I am thankful to the Cuticura Soap and Oiqtment which certainly cured me. I always use the Cuticura Soap for toilet, and I hopo other sufferers from skin diseases will use the Cuticura Soap and Ointment.” (Signed) Irven Hqtchison, Three Rivers, Mich., Mar. 16, 1911. Although Cuticura Soap and Ointment are sold by druggists and dealers everywhere, a sample of each, with 32-page booK<" will be mailed free on application to “Cuticura,” Dept. L, Boston. Many a woman who wishes she had been born a man would be surprised to know that her husband shares the wish. The Difference. “Pop', will you tell me one thing?” “Yes. son." “Is a mobile countenance the same thing as the auto lace?” His Veracity. Jim Slocum of Montgomery county, avers the Kansas City Journal, was called as a witness to impeach the testimony of a man in that county. Jim was asked if he was acquainted with, the reputation of the witness for truth and veracity. Jim said that he guessed maybe he was. “Is it good or bad?” “Well,” said . Jim. “1 don’t want tc do the man no injustice, but 1’ wll. say that if his neighbors were to see him loo’king as if lie was dead they would want some corroboratin’ evidence before they would be willing tc bury him.” Looking to the Inevitable. Seventy-nine years old, but with nc thought of dying for years, a South Brooklyn retired windmill dealer spent his recent birthday in Cleveland, O, looking for a bargain in coffins. H« said he never had cared much fox show and thought he would care les»' when dead, so he wanted something that would be durable, not fancy. “The undertakers wanted more than slOll for good coffins,” he told a friend, “none r of which looked tn be worth more than SSO. For $25 1 found 1 could get one that looked as if it might have cost $2.50 to make. You don’t suppose 1 could get a good sec-ond-hand one anywhere, do you?” The man did not invest, but decided he would wait nwhile and see if the high cost of dying might not be reduced.

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