The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 12, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 18 July 1912 — Page 3

NO MAN’S * LAND A DMSmtKE JOSEPH VANCE BY TfyyMA**? cos>Y/t/c//r. snay/s ms&w nt/rrs /

SYNOPSIS. Garrett Coast, a young man of New Tork 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 KaUierlne Thaxter. Coast falls to convince her that Blackstock is unworthy of her friendship. At the party Coast meet® tw ° 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 vacht 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 ft 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. Katherine enters the room. and passes him a note which tells Coast that neither his life or her own are safe. Coast feels that Blackstock suspects him. Appleyard and the Echo disappear. Coast assures Katherine of his protection, and she Informs him that they are to abandon the island Immediately. The blind man and his coolie servant overpower Coast. CHAPTER XVll.—(Continued.) "But this boat —you; say you have found it—the row-boat?” Coast demanded excitedly. “Yes. When I had called Chang, 1 went down to the beach. I wanted to bo alone, "so that I might think. Today has been dreadful to me —alone there with him, the man I was married to, knowing he was a murderer: always fearing he suspected and trying to behave as if nothing had happened—” Coast folded her close. “I know, 1 know,” he said softly. At their feet the dog stirred restlessly, whimpering; and alarmed, the woman deftly disengaged herself, with a terrified glance up the straggling, deserted street But still they were gratefully If desperately alone and unwatched. “Then—the shock of being told we were to leave the island ... I wanted to think. . . . I went west along the beach, without noticing—some distance beyond the western point. Then suddenly I found the boat, drawn up closes under the bluff, Invisible from above. . . At first I thought it meant Mr. Power had come back, and then I saw how unlikely that was, and tried to explain it And suddenly It came to me—the real meaning of It And I hurried to find you . . .” “Thank God!” said Coast. She looked up, wondering at his tone. “I mean it’s one way out,” he said soberly; “a mightly slim chance —but yet a chance: I mean, the boat. I’ve been puzzling all along—if worst came to worst, there was the catboat —but how to get you aboard her? You couldn’t swim that far . . .” She shook her head. “I could; but even then would it be possible to Work her inshore and take you aboard unob- 1 served? For if they saw us, I’d be under fire and . . . Blackstock hap my pistol,” he ended lamely. She uttered a low cry of distress; but he could only shake his head in melancholy confirmation of the tidings, detailing the way Blockstock had seized the weapon. "But now,” he wound up with a sorry show of optimism, “it’s another story. With the rowboat, we can get •ft. As things stand, Appleyard . . . Well, we’d better not risk waiting for him. The cat lies out of easy range, and if they try to swim out to stop us, I can beat them off with a boathook or an oar. • I think we can make it—at least, it’s worth trying, [’ll go now and have a look at that boat.” She drew a deep breath, with a nod endorsing this forlorn hope. “Very well,” she said tersely. “Go, then. 1 must hurry back, for fear he may miss me. . . . Yes, I can brave it out; don’t worry—-I shan’t let him suspect. . . . And there’s another reason,” she continued stubbornly, when he tried to object: “I can get you a revolver if I go back. Yes, my own. 1 have it in my trunk; I’m sure he doesn’t know of it, for I never thought to show it him. It is loaded, too; and I can get it easily. . . . Now I will go.” * “Very well,” he consented reluctantly. “They won’t miss me, that’s sure; but you i . . Try to slip away about dusk.* Make some excuse; and — I’ll be waiting here, all prepared, And . . . make sure of that revolver, first thing you- get hack. Take care of yourself above all things. . . . Oh, don’t worry about me; he doesn’t; with my fangs drawn, I’m no longer a factor in his calculations. . . . Go, then, and —God keep you, Katherine.” He could imagine the effort that her brave runile at parting cost her. . . . Unsmiling, somberly thoughtful, he watched her away, then hurried down to the) beach. Ten i minutes of steady walking brought him to the place where he liad bathed that morning—ages ago! A scant hundred feet further on, at the very foot of the bluff that arched a slightly concave face above it, lay a rowboat, bottom up, screened by a huge boulder. Hope palpitant in his bosom, leaping and dying like a candle in the wind, he hastened to it, bent over, hands beneath the thwart, and stood it on Its side. A low cry of disappointment sighed out from his lips. He let thf boat fall back to its original position. There were neither oars nor rowlocks. . Despair blackened the sky for him. Me swung about mechanically. In a

daze of frustrated hope, and started back, plodding heavily as with weighted feet Fiffy yards away from the boat, a resounding crash behind him brought him to the about face with a start Whether by accident of nature or human design a portion of the overhanging bluff,“just at its verge, had given way, precipitating updn the boat In a cloud of pebbles, earth and dust a rock several hundred pounds in weight; one entire side of the dory had been crushed in. Coast’s gaze ranged upward. Along the edge of the bluff nothing moved. He listened intently. Not a sound A pale smile edged his troubled lips. “Check!” he said; and with a shrug resumed the backward way. Unheeded at his heels the blind dog dragged, muzzle and tail adroop, uttering now and them a woeful whine so faint that it seemed hardly more than a sigh. ... CHAPTER XVIII. Evening was advancing in utter calm when Coast regained the beach before the deserted village. The wind had died away to mere vagrant breaths, barely strong enough to darken that dully polished, unquiet floor of water, widening in loneliness from those desolate, fog-bound shores. Pausing beside the beached catboat Coast stared hungrily at the little vessel off shore, gently swinging at its

. . . I Wanted to Think. . . .

mooring. How to reach her, how make use of her if needs must? . . . He shook his head in doubt, strongly assured now that he would set foot upon her decks only through exercise of force. His 1 hopes reverted now to Appleyard as the last resort Without the little man and the Echo —or some other boat —he was powerless, a figure for the mirth of his enemies. At his feet the blind dog crouched, motionless as stone, seeming to search the infinite with the unwinking stare of its dead,.colorless eyes. . . . Abruptly a sound of pelting feet transformed the scene. The blind dog lifted up with a jump and faced round, growls, rumbling in its throat Coast turned, startled and apprehensive. Down the way to the beach Chang was running at a curious, outlandish jog-trot, head low between his broad, gaunt shoulders. Apparently he was heading directly for Coast 1, With a little thrill of fear the American glanced round for some means of defending himself. ’ He had no doubt that the Chinaman had been commissioned to dispose of him even as poor Power had been done away with, in a sudden flush of anger he laid hold of the first thing that caught his eye—which happened to be the half rotted tiller of the catboat, a heavy and formidable club If It did not break with the initial blow —and moved a pace or two forward, holding himself in a position of defence. But within a hundred yards the Chinaman swerved widely, then held on

All About the Swordfish

It Is Born in the Mediterranean and Americana Have Learned It Is - Delicate Food. The swordfish has arrived. We have called attention hitherto to the statement of naturalists that these fish are never found small and young on our Atlantic coast. They are born across the seas in the Mediterranean. When they begin to feel the spirit of adventure they start over for a summer along the North Atlantic shore. Here they spend the season, and. If they are not taken to market, they disappear again when the water cools and off they go. They are taken by harpoon. It Is, their custom to lie on the surface t>f the ocean, their great back fins swaying in the air. Apparently they sleep. But nobody would call them sleepy after the harpoon

steadily toward the northern samd spit A moment or two later he ar rived at the water’s edge, and while Coast stared half stupefied, stopped and stripped to his linen drawers, the* took to the water, wading out until h« lost footing, then swimming with long, powerful, overhand strokes, straight off for the catboat Watching the round, 6baven poll with its colled pigtail cut swiftly throught the glimmering silvery sheet of water. Coast lost himself in anxious speculation until recalled by a quick movement of the dog at his side, accompanied by a deep-throated growl. He wheeled then to discover Blackstock close upon them, his burly body swaying heavily as he came on at s moderate pace. A second growl, that more resembled an angry roar, brought the man to a standstill, with a band moving nervously toward the side pocket of his. coat, in which a firearm sagged visibly. “If you’re on speaking terms with that brute,” said the man brusquely, “call him off before I take a pot-shot at him.” “Keep your hand clear of that pocket,” said Coast sharply, advancing, “or I’ll take a chance at you myself.” i “You?” Blackstock’s thick Ups curved, contemptuous. “Take your chance, by all means, with that silly, worm-eaten tiller, if you’ve got the nerve; but call off that dog, or 111 shoot him dead. I want a little talk with you.” Coast, without ceasing to watch the man, for fear of treachery, had stepped to the dog’B side and caught his fingers in an aged and weatherworn strap round its throat, before he appreciated the full significance of Blackstock’s words. Then his jaw dropped and his eyes widened. “What!” he cried, astounded. His gaze was keen upon the plump, dark, brutish face that leered at him; he saw its small eyes no longer dull and fixed, but twinkling with an evil, impish glitter. The dim suspicion that

more than once he had “ejected from his thoughts as extravagant and idle, was suddenly resolved into conviction. “So,” he said slowly, “you do see, after all!” “The discovery,” said Blackstock with a ponderous affectation of mordant wit, “does credit to your perspi culty. I congratulate you on making it—when I chose to let you.” For a moment occupied with restraining the dog, which seemed halfmad with desire to fly at Blackstock’s throat, Coast made no reply. In th* light of this revelation the situation was taking on a new and fairly terrifying complexion. , “Os the two of us, I must say you’ve been the blindest,” blackstock continued in a manner of bitting irony that seemed to amuse him. “I wondered from the first how long you’d take to find me out. Kate, of course, I’m accustomed to; I’ve had her hypnotized so long that she never dreams of questioning the matter, no matter how barefaced I am. But you—Lord! I thought you’d show more discrimination!” He chuckled grimly, resting an elbow on the side of the careened boat. “You, the knight-errant!” he jeered. “Blind as a bat! Good Lord!” Coast spoke to the dog and succeeded in quieting it temporarily. “You’ve been faking all along?” he asked without visible resentment. “Ever since you showed up in court with those smoked glasses?” He was talking more than for any better reason, to gain time to readjust his view point. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

hits in. A considerable line is attach ed to a barrel at one end and harpoon at the other. The fish is struck and then over goes the line, barrel, and the whole outfit. The fish sets off madly, but after a time tires and in 9 dory the fisherman draws up to him, sticks nim with a knife, much as a pig is dealt with in the farm, the ocean reds for a space about the boat, and then several hundred pounds of fish are hauled on board the larger craft Last year swordfish were scarce and the fishermen got as high as 15 cents a pound. This year the Boston market is giving the princely sum of four cents a pound. Os late years New York has taken to eating swordfish, but for a long time the meat was unsalable there and New England did ail the eating. Few fish furnish a more delicate food.

- i — ~ zr~ ” Advertising | ” | Talks . | SHOULD ADVERTISE , IN THE HOME FIELD Publicity Expert Says Local Papers Are Best Mediurns for Factories. By THOMAS G. TROY. Just what might be considered the home field la a question that might be debated at great length with but little chance for successful settlement of it Nearly every manufacturer will concede that the immediate vicinity surrounding the location of his factory is home territory, whether or not also a home field. We will choose for the time being to designate as territory the home locality which la unproductive and as field that home locality which ia productive. There are two reasons for a manufacturer locating his factory at any particular place—that is, when the bonus is not the sole object in view. One is to get as close as possible to the field of raw material and thereby reduce the cost of its transportation and the other is to get as near as --possible to the field or demand for the manufactured product The former is a rather antiquated j idea, and the latter the more modern. If a factory located itself in a territory j.to be close to the raw material, and there is not nor cannot be created any demand for his manufactured product, then his home surrounding cannot he considered a field for him, and it will not pay to advertise in his home territory. It would be just as sensible to try to coax the old town pump to yield up rich Jersey milk as to expect advertising to produce results in a where your goods cannot be hsed. But the manufacturer who locates his factory in the heart of the field where the demane is great, should advertise in the home field. It is just as sensible that he do so as it is reasonable for the manufacturer to not advertise in the territory where there is no demand for his goods. In short, this principle becomes pertinently apparent, advertise where it is possible to get results, and don’t advertise where no results can possibly be gotten. This principle has become a fixed law. Advertising i 3 the creator of sales. The field never seeks the goods. The goods always seek the field. It is the advertising that brings to the attention of the prospective buyer the uiefulness of the manufactured article and inspires withiii him the desire to own and use the article in question. It is the fact as to' whether or not the article manufactured can become of use that determines the value uelessness of the field and where to. advertise. The manufacturer who leaves the field of raw material and moves to lowa with a product that will sell only in Kansas, Missouri or Arkansas, or all three states, and is not salable in lowa, is lacking in judgment. There is a firing line of competition In the manufacturing game and it is where the goods are sold and not where they are made. If you would pitch your camp close to the firing line am’ be ready for the conflict, you should build your factory right in the heart of the field which will use your goods. If your goods are salable in lowa as well as in other states, you should advertise them in lowa just as strongly as you do In any other state. But who in your home field will, know of the usefulness of your product if you do not tell them of it? The fact that they see smoke come from the stack of your factory six dayß a week, or hear the shrill blasts of ; our steam whistle four times daily, or know Sam Jones, one of your factory workers, does not impress on the purchasing public the service your goods represent The public at home, right around your factory door, must be told in unmistakable terms, the great service your goods will be to them if you would win their patronage. It matters not what your line is, the goods you sell become servants. No person desires to hire, even a servant, unless they know something about them. The greater the merits of your goods, the more essential it becomes for you to impress on your home folks the virtues of them, in order that the home folks may know what your goods are and the service they give. Many times they too will carry your message for you when they know the worth. Even though your goods may lack perfection, it will pay you to bid for your business in the home field. Your neighbors will be more charitable with you than strangers. Your friends will bear with you till you get your goods perfected, if need he. The purpose of advertising is to create a demand for goods and to help the local dealer to sell them. The elimination of excess baggage in circulation is impossible. It can be reduced to a minimum, but not eliminated. Since the demand for every generally marketed product is directed to the local market, why is it not more practical to use the local paper? Could not the patronage of a community be directed to -the local dealer more effectively through the columns of the local paper with its local influence, than through a paper of general circulation and general influence? Most of tho reasonable manufacturers will concede the greater influence of the local paper in any community than that of any paper, periodical or magazine of general circulation. When you buy advertising space you want the maximum amount of circulation that your money will buy, but more than that you want the greatest amount of influence you can get It is the influehce of your ad thkt pulls business. The blame of the average manufacturer of today who forsakes the home paper as an advertis-

ing medium may be laid to the door of the modern advertising agency. They have, perhaps unknowingly, turned their attention to putting the dollars in their own cash till whether any go to the advertisers or not The time is not far distant when the local paper will come into its own and the manufacturer will use the local paper where he wants local influence to create local trade for the lo- ! cal dealer who handles his product ADVERTISING WISDOM. Advertising men say: "Your money back If you are not satisfied.” Did you ever get a refund of your pew rent if you didn’t like the sermons? — Herbert N. Casson. “Some one has said that the kind of service a man receives is seoond to the kind of treatment his pride receives.”—E. R, Kelsey. When a duck lays an egg she just waddles off as If nothing happened. When a hen lays an egg there’s a whale of a noise. The hen advertises. Hence the demand for hen’s eggs instead of ducks’. —Kellogg’s Square Dealer. Some follow-up systems are like the little dog running after the train—they couldn’t do anything with it if they caught It.—John Lee Mahin. "The man who does not want to find out the facts does not want the fact* found out.”—Ex-Senator Beveridge. Does a corporation get rentals ouj of its office building while it is erecting it?—Richard A. Foley. "The time when ’everybody will know about you’ will never come. The audience of the business man is a constantly changing one. You have got to tell people who and where you are and what you are offering And you have got to keep on telling.—Jerome P. Fleishman. Do not worry: eat three square meals a day; say your prayers; be courteous to your creditors; keep your digestion good; steer clear oi biliousness; take exercise; go slow aid go easy. Maybe there are other things that your; special case requires to make you happy; but, my friend, these I reckon will give you a good lift.—Abraham Lincoln. If the men who are going to the devil would go more promptly, and make less trouble on the way, people would be better satisfied. —E. W. Howe. A man is known as a genius or a dullard, a grouch or a sunshine, a philanthropist, a miser, a driver, a dodger —anything you please, all things you please, and it is all because of the life advertisement he has been building for himself. —Manly Gillam. “Right now is the time to ‘get busy’ and steal a march on your competitor who Is going to ‘wait until -after election.’ Procrastination Is a prolific breeder of‘lost opportunities.’ ‘All things come to him who waits’ —you’ve heard that before, but don’t you believe it! All things come to him who hustles while he waits.” —Robert Brown. “THE MAN WHO STOOD STILL” Aurora, 111., Merchant Refused to Believe He Could Not Do Business Without Advertising. Death the other day claimed a man who for years has been among the best known residents of northern Illinois because of one unusual trait of his character —the fact that he was a business man who tried to carry on a mercantile enterprise without advertising. It reads like a publicist’s joke, but it is really sober truth that D. W. Stockwell, who passed away after half a century’s business career in Aurora, 111., was known to most people in that section solely because of the fact that 7 he refused to believe he could not operate his store year in and year out as he had begun to conduct it during the civil war. Unwilling to adjust himself to the rapidly changing conditions which resulted from the cessation of that great conflict and the coincident wonderful expansion of business, he found himself gradually losing his patrons—who for years had given him a rich trade—until his store became known far and near as one in which no business was done. It Is said that much of the stock on the shelves of the store closed out in settling up the estate, was purchased shortly after the war. Stock--%ell had waited for forty years for customers to come and buy his wares, but few persons ever darkened his doors. “The Man Who Stood Still,” he was called, for the reason that he had not kept pace with the progress of his times. Perhaps it would have been even better to say that he tried to turn progress backward. What success he had is best shown in the fact that when his death was announced, those who knew him smiled. Reduces Cost of Merchandising. Usually on a side street, in a store of limited frontage, can be found the type of storekeeper who by the appearance of his store and stock advertises “that he does not advertise.” In the attempt to capitalize such a policy, the store may go on to say, “We spend no money for advertising, and for this reason sell pur goods more cheaply .” A shopper’s investigation, however, uniformly shows that prices are on the average higher in such a store thAn with its more enterprising competitors. Systematic advertising reduces the cost of merchandising. Systematic advertising evens up the business oi the store and gives INCREASED VOLUME. Each of these is a material saving in the cost of merchandising. The enterprising store which advertises regularly is able, in other words, to SELL CHEAPER because it SELLS MORE. Good Advice. The manager of a large Chicago department store ha* a card attached to the door of his office which reads: “Enter tffithout knocking and remaia on the same condition."

AROUNDTHE CAMP«iJA FIRE YOUNG DRUMMER BOY A HERO First Medal of Honor Awarded to Julian Scott, Fifteen Year* Old, of Vermont. * The first soldier to win the coveted medal of honor was Julian Scott, * fifteen-year-old drummer boy in the Third Vermont infantry in 1862. The set which gained him the medal was performed several months before the congressional act instituting the reward was passed. The medal of honor Is the highest decoration for personal valor awarded to the soldiers and sailors of the United States. It is to Americans what the Victoria Crosß is to the English or the Iron Cross to the Germans. The act of congress ordering 2,000 of these medals to be prepared was approved by President Lincoln July 12, 1862, and the first medal was issued the following year. It was a five-point-ed star of gun metal, tipped with trefoil, each point containing a victor’s crown of oak and laurel. On official occasions, says Uncle Sam’s Magazine, it was worn suspended around the neck and under the center line of the chin by order of the president A bowknot of ribbon i« worn in the lapel of the coat in the ab sence of the medal. In 1868 the Grand Army of the Republic organization adopted a design so similar that It was misleading and steps were taken by the Medal oi Honor Legion to have a new design issued to replace the old one. Con- > gress In 1904 adopted the ifew medal. It is of silver, heavily electroplated in gold. The five-pointed star has been retained and In its center appears the head of the heroic Minerva, the highest symbol of wisdom and righteous war. Surrounding this central figure In circular form are the words, “United States of America.” An open laurel wreath, enameled in green, encircles the star, and the oak leaves at the bases of the prongs of the star are likewise enameled in green to give them prominence. It was on the morning of April 16 that the afterward famous Vermont brigade—Third, Fourth, Fifth and Sixth regiments—was ordered to advance and to attack a strong fortification masked in a forest near Lee’s Mills, or Burnt Chimneys, on the right bank of Warwick river. When the command reached the bank of the river under cover of the fire of a light battery four companies of the Third regiment. In one of which Julian Scott was serving as a musican, despite desperate resistance by the' enemy, hidden among trees and a dense underbrush on the opposite side, succeeded in wading across. The water midstream was breast high and soaked the paper cartridges carried in little leather boxes on the back. The rest of the brigade failed to come up, but the plucky advance guard drove the Confederates from their position and had pursued them some distance before they rallied. Then, unsupported and with worthless ammunition, the Vermonters fell back. As soon as the enemy realized that the retreating companies had no defence but bayonets they subjected them to a merciless fire. The climax to the catastrophe came when the Vermont companies reached the stream they had forded an hour earlier and found it a roaring flood. While the fighting had been going on the Confederates had opened the floodScott Pulled Him to Shore. gates at the mills above and had cut off their assailants. Many of the Vermonters tried to swim the stream, but were drowned. Others were shot as they hesitated on the bank. Young Scott plunged into the water and struck out for the opposite shore. In midstream he stopped to rescue a wounded comrade who was shot through the neck while swimming beside him. Scott pulled him to shore and laid him on the bank out of danger and again and again returned to the stream, rescuing wounded and exhausted men until he had drawn 11 of his comrades to safety. Even then, faint from the long struggle and suffering intensely from a bad , ound in his head, he went back once more to have a twelfth man, also wounded, from being carried down with the flood. The man died as Scott laid him on the hank. It was by sueh service that the first medal of honor was won. Julian Scott lived not only through the war, but for many years after it, and is buried now in a Plainfield, NjsJ., cemetery. ■'-**■ : - Cautious. “Pfwhat would yea \lo if Casey called ye a loiar?” asked one of Stanley’s men to another as they were helping get the wagons over the Harpeth at Franklin. “Pfwhich Casey," he asked, “th* big wan or th’ little wan?”

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