The Syracuse Journal, Volume 7, Number 4, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 21 May 1914 — Page 3

Giiu Drau and Baooaoc Lina We are prepared to do your work promptly and with special care. Give us a trail. J. EDGAR RIPPEY PHONE 118

I \\

Made by THE GOSHEN MILLING COMPANY Goshen, Indiana

In order to build up we need good ■ m building material. To ■ 1 Be a Good I I Farmer g you need good implements. We have for you the £ Oliver No. 11 Sulky Plow £ I Black Hawk Planter E Birdsell Wagon Elkhart Buggies , Auburn and Vulcan Automobiles Remember goods of quality will J £ dothe work better. Get our prices £ —then compare. £ E. E. Strieby |

Plenty of Bulk Seeds. We have the best assortment of bulk seeds that you will find in Syracuse. All thoroughly tried and proved varieties. Don’t make the mistake of planting unreliable seeds. Get the kind that will produce the crops.

SEIDER & BURGENER

OVER 6S YEARS’ EXPERIENCE k■S • 1 Trade Marks Designs 1 Copyrights Ac. Anyone Bending a nketch and description may outckly ascertain our opinion free whether an invention is probably patentable. Communlcatlons strictly confidential. HANDBOOK on Patents sent free. Oldest agency for securing Patents taken through Munn & Co. receive special notict, without charge, in the Scientific Jimerican. A handsomely Illustrated weekly, largest circulation of any scientific journal. Terms, »3 a year: four months, Sold by all newsdealers.

Buy the Flttur with the ship on And-you will have bread which will Improve your health Add to your pleasure As well as be your earning capacity. Remember the GERBELLE is w Flour you want.

B. &0, Time I able. EAST WEST No. 16 —12:44 p. m No. 17—6:19 a. m 'No. 8 — 2:05 p. in No. 15—4:40 a. m No. 18— 7:35 p_. ni No. 11—-2:20p. m No. 6— 8:45 p. m No. 7— 1:45 p. m No. 14 due at 1:03, No. 10 due atl 1:00 and No. 12, due at 9:iß. DR. J. D. SCOTT j i i Dentist | ■ j NAPPANEE, -t- INDIANA | > i Phon* No. 8 y

I kBFF" '

PROLOGUE. Was Jennie Brice murdered? If she were murdered, who was guilty of the foul deed? If she were not done away with by an assassin, what became of her? Whence did she~disappear? These and a few other interesting questions are raised at once in this very clever tale of mystery written by a woman who is not only an adept at writing fiction of this character, but the possessor of a style that chains the interest by its clearness and directness and wins by its rich humor. s CHAPTER I.

E have just had another flood, bad enough, but only a foot or two of water on the first floor. Yesterday we got the

w

mud shoveled out of the cellar -aud found Peter, the spaniel that Mr. Ladley left when he “went away.” The flood, and the fact that it was Mr. Ladley’s dog whose body was found half buried in the basement fruit closet, brought back to me the strange events of the other flood five years ago, when the water reached more than half way to the second story, aud brought with it. to some, mystery and sudden death, and to me the worst case of “shingles” 1 have ever seen. My name is Pitman—in this narrative. It is not really Pitman, but that does well enough. I beionjj to an old Pittsburgh family. I was born on Penn avenue, when that was the best part of town, and 1 lived, until 1 was fifteen, very close to what is now the Pittsburgh club. It was a dwelling then; 1 have forgotten who lived there at that time. 1 was a girt in 77. during the railroad riots, and L recall our driving In the family carriage over to one of the Allegheny hills, aud seeing the yards burning, and a great noise of shooting from across the river. It was the next year that 1 ran away from school to marry Mr. Pitman, and I have not known my family since. We were never reconciled, although 1 came back to Pittsburgh after twenty years of wandering. Mr. Pitman was dead; the old city called me. and 1 came. I had a hundred dollars or so, and I took a house in lower Allegheny, where, because they are partly inundated every spring, the rents are cheap, and I kept boarders. My house wits always orderly and clean, aud although the neighborhood had a bad name, a good many theatrical people stopped with me. Five minutes across the bridge and they were in the theater district. Allegheny at that time. I believe, was still an independent city. But since then it has allied itself with Pittsburgh; it is now the north side of the city. 1 was glad to get back. 1 worked hard, but I made my rent and my living and a little over. Now aud then on summer evenings 1 went to one of the parks aud, sitting on a bench, watched the children playing around and looked at my sister's house, closed for the summer. It is a very large house. Her butler once had his wife boarding with me—a very nice little woman. It is curious to recall that at that time, five years ago. I had never seen my niece. Lida Harvey, and then to think that only the day before yesterday she came in her automobile as far as she dared and then sat there, waving to me, while the police patrol brought across in a skiff a basket of provisions she had sent me. 1 wonder what she would have thought had she known that the elderly woman in a calico wrapper, with an old overcoat over it and a pair of rubber boots, was her full aunt. The flood and the sight of Lida both brought back the case of Jennie Brice, for even then Lida aud Mr. Howell were interested in each other. This is April. The flood of 1907 wks earlier, in March. It had been a long hard winter, with ice gorges in all the upper valley. Then March there came a thaw. The gorges broke up and began to come down, filling the rivers with crushing, grinding ice. There are three rivers at Pittsburgh, the Allegheny and the Monongahela uniting there at the point to form the Ohio. And all three were covered with broken ice, logs and all sorts of debris from the upper valleys. A warning was sent out from the weather bureau, and 1 got my carpets ready to lift that morning. That was on the 4th of March, a Sunday. Mr. Ladley and his wife. Jennie Brice, had the parlor bedroom aud the room behind it. Mrs. Ladley, or Miss Brice, as she preferred to be known, had a small part at a local theater that kept a permanent company. Her husband was in that business, too, but he had nothing to do. It was the wife who paid the bills, and a lot of quarreling they did about It. 1 knocked at the door at 10 o'clock, and Mr. Ladley opened it He was a short man, rather stout and getting bald, and he always had a cigarette.

TlnlE OF By MARY ROBtRTS RINEHART Copyright, 1913, by the Bobb»-Merrill Company Even yet The paiTOr carpet smells of i them. “What do you want?” he asked sharply, holding the door open about an inch. “The water’s coming up very fast. Mr. Ladley,” 1 said. “It’s up to the swinging shelf in the cellar now. I’d like to take up the carpet and move the piano.” “Come back in an hour or so.” he snapped and tried to close the door. I But I had got my toe in the crack. “I’ll have to have the piano moved, Mr. Ladley,” I said. “You’d better put off what you are doing.” I thought he was probably writing. He spent most of the day writing. II PT G<%vscXs. "What do you want?” he asked sharply. using the washstand as a desk, and it kept me busy with oxalic acid taking ink spots out of the splasher and the towels. He was writing a play aud talked a lot about the Shuberts having promised to star him in it when it was finished. “H 1” he said, and, turning, spoke to somebody in the room. “We can go into the back room,” 1 heard him say, and he closed the door. When he opened it again the roonf was empty. 1 called in Terry, the Irish man who does odd jobs for me now and then, and we both got to work at the tacks in the carpet, Terry working by the windojr find I by the door into the back p" Jr, which the Ladleys used as a bedroom. That was bow 1 happened to hear what I afterward told the police. Some one—a man, but not Mr. Ladley—was talking. Mrs. Ladley broke in: “I won't do it!” she said flatly. “Why should I help him? He doesn’t help me. He loafs here all day. smoking and sleeping, aud sits up all night, drinking and keeping me awake.” The voice went on again, as if in reply to this, aud I heard a rattle of glasses, as if they were pouring, drinks. They always had whisky, even when they were behind with their board. “That’s all very well.” Mrs. Ladley said. I could always hear her. she having a theatrical sort of voice—one that carries. “But what about the prying she devil that runs the house?" “Hush, for God’s sake!” broke in Mr. Ladley. and after that they spoke in whispers. Even with toy ear against the panel 1 could not catch a word. The men came just then to move tne piano, and by the time we had taken it and the furniture upstairs the water was over the kitchen floor and creeping forward into the hall. I bad never seen the river come up so fast By noon the yard was full of floating ice. and at 3 that afternoon the police skiff was on the front streets, and I was wading around in rubber boots, taking the pictures off the walls. I was too busy to see who the Lauleys* visitor was and he had gone when I remembered him again. The Ladleys took the second story front, which was empty, and Mr. Reynolds, who was in the silk department in a store across the river, had the room just behind. I put up a coal stove in a back room next the bathroom and managed to cook the dinner there. I was washing up the dishes when Mr. Reynolds came in. As it was Sunday he was in his slippers and had the colored supplement of a morning paper in his band. “What’s the matter with the Ladleys?” he asked. “I can't read for their quarreling.” “Booze, probably," I said. “When you've lived in the flood district as long as 1 have, Mr. Reynolds, you'll know that the rising of the river is a signal for every man in the vicinity to stop work and get full. The fuller the river the fuller the male population.” “Then this flood will likely make ’em drink themselves to death!*' he said. "It’s a lulu.” "It’s the neighborhood's annual debauch. The women are busy in the cellars, or they’d get full too. 1 hope,

slnceTTs CoBHi This Tar, It ~win cOTne farther, so the landlord will have to paper the parlor.” That was at 3 o’clock. At 4 Mr. Ladley went down the stairs, and I heard him getting into a skiff in the lower hall. There were boats going back and I forth all the time carrying crowds of I curious people aud taking the flood suf-1 ferers to the corner grocery, where they were lowering groceries in a bas- ■ ket on a rope from an upper window. ‘ I had been making tea when I heard ' Mr. Ladley go out I fixed a tray with a cup of it and some crackers and took it to their door. I had never liked Mrs. Ladley, but it was chilly in the house with the gas shut off and the lower floor full of ice water. And it is hard enough to keep boarders in the flood district. She did not answer to my knocks, so I opened the door and went in. She was at the window, looking after him. and the brown valise that figured in the case later was opened on the floor. Over the foot of the bed was the black and white dress with the red collar. When I spoke to her she turned around quickly. She was a tall woman. about twenty-eight, with very white teeth and yellow hair, which she parted a little to one side and drew down over her ears. She had a sullen face and large well shaped hands, with her nails long and very pointed. “The ‘she devil' has brought you some tea,” I said. “Where shall she put it?” “ ‘She devil!’ ” she repeated, raising her eyebrows. “It's a very thoughtful she devil. Who called you that?” But with the sight of the valise and the fear that they might be leaving I thought it best not to quarrel. She had left the window and, going to her dressing table, had picked up her nail file. “Never mind,” I said. “I hope you are not going away. These floods doq't last, and they’re a benefit. Plenty of the people around here rely on ’em every year to wash out their cellars.” “No, I’m not going away,” she replied lazily. “I'm taking that dress to Miss Hope at the theater. She is going to wear it in ‘Charlie’s Aunt’ next week. She hasn’t half enough of a wardrobe to play leads in stock. Look at this thumb nail, broken to the quick!" If I had only looked to see which thumb it was! But I was putting the tea tray on the washstand and moving Mr. Ladley’s papers to find room for it. Peter, the spaniel, begged for a lump of sugar, and 1 gave it to him. “Where is Mr. Ladley?” I asked. “Gone out to see the river.” “1 hope he’ll be careful. There’s a drowning or two every year in these floods.” “Then 1 hope he won’t,” she said calmly. “Do you know what I was doing when you came in? I was looking after his boat and hoping it had a hole in it.” “You won’t feel that way tomorrow, Mrs. Ladley,” I protested, shocked. “You’re just nervous aud put out. Most men have their ugly times. Many a time I wished Mr. Pitman was gone—until he went. Then I’d have given a good bit to have him back again.” She was standing in front of the dresser, fixing her hair over her ears. She turned and looked at me over her shoulder. “Probably Mr. Pitman was a man,” she said. “My husband is a fiend, a devil.” Well, a good many women have said that to me at different times. But just let me say such a thing to them, or repeat their own words to them the next day, and they would fly at me In a fury. So I said nothing and put the cream into her tea. I never saw her again. «*«••** There is not much sleeping done in the flood district during a spring flood The gas was shut off and I gave Mr. Reynolds and the Ladleys each a lamp I sat in the back room that I had made into a temporary kitchen with a candle and with a bedquilt around my shoulders. The water rose fast in the lower hall, but by midnight at the seventh step’ it stopped rising and stood still. I always have a skiff during the flood season, and as the water rose I tied it to one spindle of the staircase after another. I made myself a cup of tea and at 1 o'clock I stretched out on a sofa for a few hours’ sleep. I think I had been sleeping only an hour or so when some one touched me on the shoulder and I started up. It was Mr. Reynolds, partly dressed.” “Some one bas been in the house. Mrs. Pitman.” he said. “They went away just now in the boat.” “Perhaps it was Peter.” 1 suggested. “That dog is always wandering around at night.” “Not unless Peter can row a boat.” said Mr. Reynolds dryly. I got up. being already full dressed, and taking the candle we went to the staircase. 1 noticed that it was a minute or so after 2 o’clock as we left the room. The boat was gone, not untied, but cut loose. The end of the rope was still fastened to the stair rail. I sat down on the stairs aud looked at Mr. Reynolds. “It’s gone!” I said. “If the house catches fire we'll haveto drown.” “It’s rather curious when you consider It” We both spoke softly not to disturb the Ladleys. “I’ve been awake and I heard no boat come in. And yet if no one came in a boat and eame from the street they would have had to swim in.” » I felt queer and creepy. The street door was open, of course, and the lights going beyond. It gave me a strange feeling to sit there in the darkness on the stairs, with the arch of the front door like the entrance to a cavern, and see now and then a chunk of ice slide into view, turn around in the eddy and pass on. It was bitter cold, too, and the wind was rising. “I’ll go through the house.” said Mr. Reynolds. “There's likely nothing worse the matter than some drunken mill- hand on a vacation while the mills are under water. But I’d better look.” He left me, and I sat there alone in the darkness. I had a presentiment of something wrong, but I tried to think it was only discomfort and the cold. The water, driven in by the wind, swirled at my feet. And something dark floated in and lodged on the step below. I reached down and touched it.

It was a "dead kitten. T”Bad never known a dead cat to bring me anything but bad luck, and here was one washed in at my very feet CHAPTER 11. REYNOLDS eame back soon I IVI I aud reported the house quiet ISjSFj and in order. “But 1 found Peter shut up in one of the third floor rooms.” he said. “Did you put him there?” 1 had not and said so. but as the dog went everywhere and the door might have blown shut we did not attach much importance to that at the time. Well, the skiff was gone, and there was no use worrying about it until morning. 1 went back to the sofa to keep warm, but 1 left my candle lighted and my door open. 1 did not sleep. The dead cat was on my mind, and as if it were not bad enough to have it ' washed in at my feet about 4 in the morning Peter, prowllnfe uneasily, dis- I covered it and brought it in and put it ] on my couch, wet and stiff, poor little thing! I looked at the clock. It was a quarter after 4. and except for the occasional crunch of one ibe cake hitting another in the yard, everything was quiet. And then 1 heard the stealthy sound of oars in the lojver hall. I am not a brave woman. 1 lay ’ there, hoping Mr. Reynolds would hear and open his door. But he "'as sleeping soundly. Peter snatled und ran out into the hall, and the next moment 1 heard Mr. Ladley speaking. “Down. Peter.” he said. “Down. Go aud lie down.” I took my candle aud went out into the hall. Mr. Ladley was stooping over the boat, trying to tiej it to the staircase. The rope was short, having been cut, and he was having trouble. Perhaps it was the candle light, but he looked ghost white and haggard. “1 borrowed your boat, Mrs. Pitman.” he said, civilly enough. “Mrs. Ladley was not well, and I—l went to the drug store.” “You've been more than two hours going to the drug storej,” 1 said. He muttered something about not finding any open at and went into ■ft© "I borrowed your boat, Mrs. Pitman.’’ his room. He closed and locked the door behind him and. although Peter whined and scratched, he did not let him In. He looked so agitated that 1 thought 1 had been harsh and perhaps she was really ill. I knocked at the door and asked if 1 could do anything. But he only called “No!” curtly through the door and asked me to take that infernal dog away. I went back to bed and tried to sleep, for the water had dropped an inch or so on the stairs, and 1 knew the danger was over. Peter came, shivering. at dawn and got on to the sofa with me. 1 put an end of the quilt over him. and he stopped shivering after a time and went to sleep. The dog was company. I lay there, wide awake, thinking about Mr. Pitman’s death, and how 1 had come by degrees to be keeping a cheap boarding house in the flood district and to having to take impudence from everybody who chose to rent a room from me and to being called a she devil. From that I got to thinking again about the Ladleys and how she had said he was a fiend and to doubting about his having gone out for medicine for her. I dozed off again at daylight. and being worn out 1 §lept heavily. At 7 o’clock Mr. Reynolds came to the door, dressed for the store. He was a tall man of about fifty, neat and orderly in his habits, and lie always remembered that 1 had seen better days aud treated me as a lady. “Never mind about breakfast for me this morning. Mrs. Pitman.” he said. “I’ll get a cup of coffee at the other end'of the bridge. I’ll take the boat .and send it back with Terry.” He turned and went along the hall and down to the boat. I heard him push off from the stairs with an oar and row out into the street. Peter followed him to the stairs. At a quarter after 7 Mr. Ladley came out and called to me: “Just bring in a cup of coffee aud some toast,” he said. “Enough for He went back and slammed his door and I made his coffee. I steeped a cup of tea for Mrs. Ladley at the same time. He opened the door just wide enough for the tray and took it without so much as a “thauk you.” He had a cigarette in his mouth as usual and I could see a fire iu the grate aud smell something like scorching cloth. “1 hope Mrs. Ladley is better,” I said, getting my foot in the crack of the door so he could not quite close it. It smelled to me as if he had accidentally set fire to something with his cigarette and I tried to see into the room. “What about Mrs. Ladley?” he snapped. (To be continued—) 1 Journal Want Ads. give results.

STATE BANK OF Syracuse 1 Surplus S6OO ) We pay 3 por cent In erest on Certificrtes of De >osit

tub wmoo i Inwurban Ry Go. Effective Sunday Jum 29, ’l3. Time of arrival an departure of trains at Milfo* 1 Junction, Ind. SOUTH NG ITH *7:19 a. m. 6:0? a. m. 7:52 “ 7:52 “ 9:00 " 10:0( “ 11:00 “ *ll:3f “ *1:00 p. m. xl:00 p. m. xf2:oo " 2:0( “ 3:00 “ - 4:0( “ 5:00 “ |5:0( “ xt6:oo “ 6:0( “ 7:00 " 7:0( “ 9:32 “ 8:0( “ 11:15 “ *10:l( “ t Winona Flyer throw h trains between Goshen and Ind mapolis. • Daily except Sunday X Runs to Warsaw onl) W. D. ST.ANSIF :R G. F. & P. A War aw, Ind EARNEST RICI ART PUBLIC AUCTION ER A worthy successor to Li join Cory See Geo. 0. Snyder at th Journal office for dates. Horse an 1 Automobile I ivery Good equipages I r every occasion. Reasonable trices for drives anywhere. Hat < service to the depot Fare 10 Gents Eat li Waij HENRY SNOBfHGER Barn on Main Street Phone 5 M. MANLV, WARSAW, IND ANA Abstracts of Titles to leal Estate. You can ive money by sending me your orders. Orders May Be L ift at Syracuse State I ank J. H. BOWSER F Physician and Sur -eon Tel. 85-Offiice and 1 esidence Suracuse. Ind. D. S. HON r |Z Dentist A.ll branches of wor usually practiced by the pr ‘ssion. Investigate our nev filling material. AUCTION ER Cal. L. Stu nnan Phone 535, Nappa; e, Ind. Ton can call me u t without expense. BUTT & XAN )ERS Attorneys-at-L z I Practice in all Courts Jolley to Loan. Fire Insur ce. Phone 7 SYRACU E, IND. J. M. Shaf sr, Chiropractor Consultation and Examir on Frde Chiropractic adjustments r nday and Thnrsd-iv of each week at s. Landis residence on Harrison street. SYRACUSL. INDIANA