The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 8, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 20 June 1912 — Page 3

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SYNOPSIS. Garrett Coast, a young man of New York City, meets Douglas Blackstock, "ho Invites him to a card party. He accepts, although he dislikes Blackstock, the reason being that both are in love with Katnerine Thaxter. Coast fails to convince her that Blackstock is unworthy of ner friendship. At the party Coast meets two named Dundas and Van Tuyl. There Is * quarrel, and Blackstock shoots van Tuyl dead. Coast struggles to wrest tne 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 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 arid approaching a l ouse 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 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. Coast is anxious to fathom the mysteries off 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. Katherine enters the room and passes him a note which .ells Coast that neither his life or* her own are safe. Coast feels that Blackstock suspects him. Appleyard and the Echo disappear. CHAPTER XV.—(Continued.) It was as if she had been expecting ■ him; she seemed naif at all surprised. ! But there was no light of welcome in I her look, nor any trace of welcome in ! her greeting as he stopped before her, hat in hand and heart in his throat, I with something in his bearing that i called to mind a child convicted of : transgression and pleading for suspen- . , sibn of judgment. “I came out here to think?' she said i —“at least to try to’ think. But 1 hoped that if you saw me you would follow," ‘ * "I’m glad," he said; “though I didn’t know you were here. It’s hardly likely we’ll have so good a chance to talk again.” , “Yes,” she admitted simply. There was a little catch in her voice and he fancied her lips quivered like the lips of a tired child as she looked away from him, seeking again the sight of the sea as if she drew from it some solace, some sorely needed strength against her trials. “We must talk, of course. . . .- I have been trying all night to think . . . but everything seems so. . . She left the sentence incomplete, raising her hands to press them against he’r temples and then dropping them with a gesture of utter weariness. ■ “Oh,” she cried, “why did you come back? You promised, you went away, and .1 —I was£ sorry for you and prayed you might find happiness, Garrett. You promised, and —you qame back — came back like a ghost to haunt me with memories and regrets.” Her voice rose to a pitch of' wildness. “Sometimes, last night, I thought that surely you must be a ghost—that you had been executed, killed and buried, and were come back to be his punishment and mine, and mine!” “His punishment—his?” he echoed. “Then, Katherine, then you do believe—!” “Ah, how do I know? What do I believe —what can I believe? I don’t know. I can’t think right; it’s all so —so terrible.” Her tone fell to a low pitch of fatigue, dejection and bewilderment. She leaned heavily against the wall, watching the sullen, interminable succession of the surges. “You sowed doubt in my mind and fear in my heart when you bade me weigh what I once knew of the good in you against what I have learned of him. I tried —so hard! —to do so justly and still believe you the guilty one. . . . You swept the ground from under me with arguments, your attitude, your explanations; and though they were your unsupported words. ... I never knew you to He to me, Garrett, and I couldn’t, can’t believe you would bring me a lie to torture me. just for revenge. . . . You made me think, and —at times 1 feared I should go mad, and then again I was afraid I wouldn’t . . She turned suddenly to him and grasping his arms, lifting frantic, piteous eyes to his. “Oh, Gkrrett, Garrett!” ■he pleaded, half hysterically, “tell me you lied, tell me It isn’t true, tell me it was you—!” He shook his head sorrowfully, and with a short dry sob she released him and fell back against the wall, shaken and trembling. “If,” he said, slowly—“if I thought It would make you happy, if I believed that any good of any sort could come of it to you, Katherine, if I could even think it safe, I would He —I’d He with a clear conscience and tell you it was I who killed Van Tuyl. I’ve taken time to think it over and I’ve tried to think straight, to think the way that would be best for you, and . . . Well, I’ve come back.” "But why?” she repeated abruptly. “Why? What good can you do? Can you lift this weight from my heart, can you right the wrong to yourself, by being here? Can you bring Van Tuyl back to life or make my—the man I married less than a murderer —?” “I came to protect you; you were alone and friendless.” “He would not harm me,” she said In an uncertain voice. “Do you believe that? Do you expect me to believe it when I have seen the marks of his brutality upon your arm?” “He didn’t mean it, Garrett. He has his temper and —and sometimes he forgets and doesn’t realize his strength .—but he would never do worse. If It’s true—and, oh, I know it must be! —that he did —what you were accused of—it has been a lesson to him. I’m sure It has. He—”

Garrett shook his head. “Then what made you write that message last night?” he asked. “What do you mean? . . . Oh, I don’t know. I was afraid . . »’’ “And I was afraid,” he said gravely, “and still am. That’s why I couldn’t stay away. The only man you could turn to In case of need was gone. “Mr. Power?” She flashed him a startled look. “How did you know that yesterday? And how did you find another man to take his place—his name, and everything? So that you dared come here in his stead . . .!” “I found it out before I left the island yesterday morning,” he said slowly, wondering how much he dared tell her. It seemed needlessly cruel to shock her with the story of the murder on the island at that time; some hours must surely elapse before Appleyard could return; indeed, Coast did not expect him till the evening. And until then matters must stand as they were; nothing must be allowed to happen to rouse Blackstock’s suspicions. But if she knew that Power had been assassinated —could existing conditions continue to obtain? Would she be able to continue to bear herself toward Blackstock as she had theretofore? He decided to keep her in the dark

KJ JC JY • — I ■ Iwl Iwn r% ira wllr ■ r®/; ff 111 ® rMa n I * i fl “I’ll Tell You In a Moment,” He Temporized.

as long as possible. He continued: “There were two of us ashore, you know —my companion as well as myself. It seems he stumbled upon the bungalow in the fog and accidentally overheard a part of Power’s final quar-. rel with —with Blackstock. Then he —learned”—coast slurred the explanation, but she forgot to question it —“that a man named Handyside was to replace Power. So w® thought it over and decided I was to be Handyside.” She was facing him squarely now, eyes wide with interest and alarm. “But —but how can you? What do you know about the work? The minute he” (she could no longer name Blackstock intimately, It seemed) “asks you to send or take a message—” “I will cheerfully comply, if required’,” he assured her. “You see, 1 know enough about the system to a stagger at operating. You forget my experience with the signal corps in the Spanish war—that taught me Morse; and it also Interested me enough in such things to make me spend a good deal of time in the wireless room every time I crossed the water. I couldn’t help picking up a working knowledge of the system under such circumstances. Don’t worry; I’ll make good when the call comes." “But this Mr. Handyside—he may arrive at any time now; and then—” “1 doubt if he ever sees the island," Coast interrupted, smiling. “You see, the Corsair did run aground in Quick’s Hole; we were the amateur assfes that got In her way. And we left her ther®. Now Appleyard—that’s my companion —has gone back to see that Messrs.

Romance Is Not Yet Dead

Little Incident of the Streets of San Francisco Show* That It Still Live*. At the corner of Twenty-second and Guerrero’ streets a young man waited for a car. Out of the corner of his eye he saw two other people waiting—a boy just out of his teens and a young girl. ? A suit case stood near them. The boy leaned against a plate glass window and looked impatiently up the street “I* wish that car would hurry!” murmured the girl in a tone of voice low, but not so low that the near-by young man could hear. “What if your father should come along!” the boy muttered. "Gee, if your father should come along before the car gets here!" “Oh, be won’t" the girl said, with •

1 Finn and Hecksher and Handyside <M nothing rash.” “He can prevent them?” A pucker of perplexity gathered between htfh brows. “How ?” “He’ll manage somehow; he’s very clever, Appleyard is—” “But he must have some plan,” she countered quickly; “and you would know it. You’re keeping something back. What is It? What does it mean ?” “I’ll tell you in a moment,” he temporized. “But first I’ll ask some questions.” Still puzzled, she held his eyes intently. “I can’t imagine what you mean. But go on.” “You told me that he —Blackstock settled here to work on his Inventions. Do you think he has accomplished much, that way, since you came to the island?” She shook her head slowly. “Not a great deal. His eyes have hampered progress, oy course.” “I thought as much. . . . And do I understand that no one ever visits the island except your weekly boat from New Bedford?” “No one. . . . That is, sometimes, fishermen —’’ . ' “For what purpose?" “I don’t know; there was onee quite a settlement of them down there, you know; and I understand they still use some of the buildings to »tore dried fish in. I’m afraid that never interested me much.” “You never watched them —?” “No; generally they come to anchor after nightfall and are gone before daylight the next morning. Sometimes he has gone down to the beach to talk to them, but as a rule Mr. Power went with him.” “Their visits are fairly regular?” “I think so; the schooner comes about once a month. 1 should sav But—”

“And between whiles smaller boat* call?” “Now and then, yes." “Do you recall when the schooner was here last?” “About a month ago, I think. But, Garrett —” “Just a minute, and then I’ll explain what I’m driving at. . . . Now isn’t it a fact that Blackstock and Power were busiest with the wireless as a rule for a few days before the schooner showed up?" She nodded thoughtfully. “I never connected the two; but it was so. How did you know?” “I merely guess. Now I’m going to guess again, In another direction. . . . You didn’t inherit much from your aunt, did you?” “Why ... a few keepsake* only. You see, she disapproved of my engagement to Mr. Blackstock, Garrett, and when I—was stubborn, she changed her will, just a little while before she died, left everything in trust to me, but I was to receive nothing until I divorced my husband, or he died. The house is mine, but not to rent or sell, nor may I live in it except alone or with a woman companion only." “I thought—something of the sort. . . . Your private fortune wasn’t large, was it?” “Not large—between sixty and seventy thousand dollars.” “And you let Blackstock take care of It?” “Os course. He was my husband, 1 loved and trusted him—then.” The last word fell with a bitter accent “And while abroad —he gambled pretty extensively?" (TO BE CONTINUED.)

simulation of unconcern. “He never walks along here where the cars go. He doesn’t like the noise.” “If your father should come along first!” muttered the boy. That was evidently the thing uppermost In his mind. And the young man who stood near by smiled to himself to know that rx> mance is not dead, but still lives-— in the mission! And he smiled again to think that of the two the girl seemed the cooler. —San Francisco Chronicle. Good Thing to Do. Telegraph poles are lined up so that their crooks are turned in and not seen as you look along the line. Turn your twists away from people aad not at them.

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LACE ON EVERYTHING NEVER WAS THERE SUCH A PROFUSION AS THIS SEASON. Almost Every Article of Feminine Raiment Carries This Adornment —Used for the Most Part With Much Cleverness. If one were to start upon a shopping tour with the determination to buy gowns or wraps or millinery in which no lace appeared she would be likely to return weary and empty handed to her home, for laces are everywhere. The most unpretentious of little silk or wool gowns are designed with the lace collar and cuffs presupposed and even on the least expensive models these are supplied in cheap but effective laces. There never was a time when good-looking gowns and wraps cost so little. Besides the’ collar and cuffs of lace, pretty frills of it, laid in fine plaits, full over the hands and one occasionally sees a falling frill about the neck. Lace blouse, lace coats and coatee effects, lace fichus and overdresses are in great demand, to be worn with silk or other gowns. These are all separate garments which, like the collar and cuffs, may be adjusted with any costume. Nothing is smarter than the small coats of heavy lace made to be worn with silk or satin skirts or one-piece dresses. They are very beautiful worn with linen dresses also, and certain laces, as for instance Irish crochet, seem especially adapted to linen. But it is in the body of the gown itself, where laces are made to play a part in the construction and shaping of the design, that they are used with •Ik J ft consummate cleverness. There are marvels of management in graceful lines and effective contrast in those models in which lace is incorporated into the gown. One may find three and sometimes even four varieties of lace in one model, each seeming the best for its place. All the summer dresses have chimisettes or guimps of lace. Models made of voile or marquisette, or any of the sheer summer fabrios employ the lace trimmed fichu and frills of lace at the sleeves and neck. Heavier laces are used on, silk dresses and on the long wraps of satin which are so useful and so graceful. It is the same story of high favor if one explores the millinery field to find out what milady of fashion most admires. With the advance of summer and the donning of lingerie gowns we may expect to see the vogue increase in the matter of lace hats. And it is not likely that laces will pass out with the summer, for some of the newest ones are superb when combined with velvet, whose vogue is just well started. So we may expect to see them in the models for fall. In fact the bodice of lace or net or chiffon is more beautiful than any made of heavier fabrics and far more supple and becoming. It is the day of laces and only the morning of that day. JULIA BOTTOMLEY.

TRIMMING FOR LEGHORN HAT Garland of Highly Colored Flowers the Most Appropriate That Can Be Devised, A round leghorn seen recently had a garland of flat flowers applied tight to the brim near its edge. A band of blond inserting about eight inches wide was laid on the brim over the flowers and gathered in around the crown by a tight chain of flowers. This hat was decidedly low, the crown being hardly more than three inches. The lace heading stood up around the crown and was about an inch higher. Naturally this formed rather a full ruche, since the inserting covered the whole brim and this edge was corded with French blue velvet, which reminds us to record the fact that touches of blue and other colors are often introduced on hats by means of a binding or very small bow, usually of velvet ribbon. French blue, primrose and mustard are the colors most often introduced in this way. This is a Parisian touch, quite out of the ordinary, and a clever Way of mingling colors, for nowadays most

HOME DRESS / \ it J tihjw bi | II dP® Our model has a high-waisted skirt made with panel front and back; it is joined to the bodice, which fastens diagonally in front; buttons form trimming. The cut of the bodice is Magyar, with one wide tuck on shoulder. SLEEVES WILL BE FULLER Everything Indicates a Speedy Return to the Lines in Favor a Few Seasons Ago. There is a tendency, slight at present, but likely to assert itself and be. accentuated as the season wears on, towards sleeves fuller below the elbow. Perhaps the large cuffs are partly to blame for this, for one must need have sleeves to fill them out. But it is difficult to place the latest sleeves in any one period since many individual models combine points oi fashion from two or even more periods. There is one sleeve, however, which nas not been copied or adapted and that is the “leg-of-mutton,” for one thing at least is certain—the fashionable shoulder must slope unimpeded by gather or tuck into the arm, in a pure outline to form. Thus the fashions are easily and quite naturally slipping from one ex treme to another, from the very scant frocks devoid of trimming to more voluminous styles in which the trimming is the featifre. F<?shivn’s saw A soft cerise satin sash is often t smart touch. The latest Paris blouses are button ed at the back. Fluffy white net is used for evening gowns. Black and white chantilly laces ar. strong in favor. The sleeves of the newest blouses are set with beading. The narrow ruching is another fin ishing note of the season. Belts of patent leather, soft morocco and suede are all modish. The,, are rather narrow. Another smart combination of silk and lingerie Is found in the short tunic style, where the tunic is of taffeta richly emrboidered or lace trimmed. With all light suits, white topped and taupe topped shoes are the more fashionable. They are worn together with bright colored silk stockings

unconventional color schemes are in vogue notwithstanding the craze for black and white hats. — Millinery Trade Review. Petttlcoat Pocket. A novelty of .the season which will be received by many women vrtth gratitude Is the petticoat with pockets, which has been made in a really practical manner, with two ample pockets, one on either side, for the accommodation of treasures too precious to trust to the handbag, says the New York Herald. Especially will this be useful now that the season of traveling from place to place is about to set in. • The petticoat is made of satin and the pockets are equipped with flaps so that they will be entirely safe. Hint for Embroidery. When you are embroidering with silk floss or handling silk of any kind you will find it difficult to stop it from catching on your fingers. Moisten your fingers with vinegar. This will make them smooth and you will find that you can work much faster and better.

Mhmonal SDNMSOIOOL LESSON By E. O. SELLERS. Director of Evening Department, The Moody Bible Institute of Chicago.) LESSON FOR JUNE 23 THE PENITENT WOMAN. LESSON TEXT—Luke 7:36-50. GOLDEN TEXT—“Faithful is the sayng 'worthy of all acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into the to ave sinners."—l Tim. 1:16. Jesus had accepted an invitation to visit the home of the aristocrat Simon, tmt instead of being treated with ,’ourtesy he is humiliated by studied neglect and insult. There was one, however, who fully appreciated his l eal worth, a woman of the street who had doubtless seen him enter or else übserved him at meat through the i>pen doorway. Knowing him is one thing, but to love him is quite another. Do not confound this woman with Mary Magdalene, there is no connection at all. Jesus always drew to himself the Sinful ones; it was for that purpose he came into the world, :o bear our sins (Matt. 1:21; Isa 153:6). This woman was, however, a sinner who no longer ran after her sin, but one who was repentant. This is shown by (1) her sorrow (weei> Ing); (2) her humble service (wiping his feet), and (3) her gift of love (the alabaster box), this latter having mi doubtedly been an accessory of het life of sin. but now devoted to a more noble use. As the" odor filled the house the self-satisfied Pharisee spake “within himself.” but he who discerneth the thoughts and intents of the heart knew not only how great a sinner she had been, but knew also the cloak of self-righteousnes worn by Simon. Her purity and holiness had been shattered like the alabaster box and Jesus proceeds to shatter Simon’s shell of self complacency by putting forth one of his matchless parables. Jesus Speaks to Simon. A certain creditor, undoubtedly meaning himself, had two debtors, by inference this woman and this Pharisee. Both alike were bankrupt, one owed about SS,SO and the other ten times as much, about SSS. Both alike, however, received forgiveness. “Tell me,” says the Master, “which debtor will love most?” The Pharisee’s reply was the logical one; they both depend upon the mercy of the creditor, hence the gratitude will be in ratio to the amount forgiven. Much had been required, hence much forgiven. Jesus immediately turns the Pharisee’s answer to o a practical application. Taking the words out of Simon’s mouth he makes one of the most complete and practical applications of applied Christianity in the gospel record. To paraphrase Jesus says: “Simon, I came into your house and the most common courtesy of washing a guest’s feet you neglected, yet this woman has washed my feet with her tears? an evidence of her repentance, while you sit there with dryeyed cynicism. She has wiped my feet with the hairs of her head, her glory and crown' has been laid at my feet while you have not so much as offered me«a towel to wipe the dust off my I left my* sandals at your dook pinion you gave me no kiss, that common mark of a courteous welcome, yet this' woman has not ceased to kiss my feet since the time I came into your house. The annointing oil, common olive oil, you neglect- - ed to use, yet the precious oil of hei treasure she has thahkfully poured upon my feet. Simon, your life is life of works so are these acts of this woman, but your , life is one of zeal while her acts have been prompted by love.” In another place Jesus tells us that if we love him we will do the things he commands us and that he and th' Father will come and abide with m Hers was the heroic love of one wh< having lost her shame dared to thrust herself int» an unbidden house of re freshment and perform those neglect'd menial duties, the result of which vas that reward for her faith that ueant forgiveness of her sins. By er attention to these duties she wa unconsciously rebuking the vanity c Simon’s self merit while at the sam dme she was showing to the world ■ fine example of the gratitude of saved one. Paul later expressed it most forcefully in the fourth chapter if his letter to the Romans. The man sho works has not a reward of grace, mt of debt, but he that believeth is iustifled, his faith being counted for •ighteousness. The Great Creditor. This woman knew she had no merit of her own and hence she threw herself at the feet of Jesus, claimed his righteousness and compassion and at the same time by her acts she showed the attitude of her heart and of course she had the desire of her heart It has always been so for has not the Master said, “Happy are they who hunger and thirst after righteousness, for they shall be fed?” After this “practical sermon of applied Christianity” to Simon, Jesus turns to the woman, nameless so far as the Scripture record is concerned, and with infinite and a heavenly thrill in his voice he said: "Thy faith hath saved thee, go in peace.” “Who is the creator," they askedJesus teaches us that though there De degrees of guilt, all alike must come to God for forgiveness. Also that he, the Great Creator, is the one to whom we owe our debt of sins and who alone can without merit discharge that debt and send us forth in peace. To Be a Blessing. We remain on earth as sowers to scatter good seeds, as plowmen •to break up the fallow ground, as herlids publishing salvation. We are here is the “salt of the earth,” to be a blessing to the world. We are here to glorify Christ in our daily life. We are here as workers for him, and as “workers together with him.”

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