The Syracuse Journal, Volume 16, Number 22, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 27 September 1923 — Page 7

Get Started in the Silver Fox Business a It’s profitable and interesting. The secret of success is getting good foundation stock. We can supply foxes that we > guarantee to breed and be eligible for advanced registration. This season we had four litters of 7 pups and several of i 5 and 6 pups —a wonderful record. Owr «r« vtry hbtral Wnttfor Cadillac S. B. Fox Co. E. G. Olander :: Cadillac, Mich. — mn .n. I Speed. Judge—Where wux you when she I, threw the lainje -speak upi—l UMfy. 'where win you? Witness—Soy. Judge, how do Ah know where Ah wux when Ah wux Coin’?-—l.lfe. .. . Sure Relief FOR INDIGESTION I Hot water Sure Relief Bell-ans 254 AND 754 PACKAGES EVERYWHERE Secrecy Impossible. •*!>•> you beliexe in secret diplomacy?” “No. sir,” replied Mr. Meek ton; “It isn't practical. I’d like to see 'em keep ’ anything from Henrietta. If she maxes I up her mind to find out just what they’re talking about.” For true blue, use Red Cross Ball Blue. Snowy-white clothes will be sure to result Try It and you will always use IL All good grocers have it. —Advertisement. PICKED UP ON THE HIGHWAY Possibly Some of Our Readers (but We These Remarks. The miscellany department of a I newspaper might label the following “Home (Un) Truths:” “I don't mind the size at B all. What I want Is a comfortable pair of shoes," was what we overheard a lady saying in a b<>otshop yesterday. “Yes.’” mtld a tall, gritn-tooking lady who paid ua a visit with her meek little husband today. “Henry’s word Is Isiw In our house." “No." said the fair musical comedv actress, when Interviewed this week. “I will not give you my photograph. I hate seeing it In the papers, and 1 want to keep rayself as much out of the limelight as possible.” “I always like to have my wife’s mother here on visits." declared our friend Whitehouse the other day. “be cause we do so enjoy hearing how everything about the house should be done." Proved His Right. The beautiful girl turned upon her father almost savagely, "By what right.” she hissed, "do you demand a share of my alimony?” "You got the disposition you were divorced for from me*" exclaimed the old man. with feeling. “Everybody •ays so."-Pearoonß Weekly. - —a...... — „ In the Philippine Islands there are 25,000 lepers.

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Out of the Darkness

CHAPTER Xl—Continued. “No. It’s simply this—that most of us, If we have a pen or pencil In our fingers, draw figures on whatever happens to be at hand. We do It without thinking, because It is a* subconscious act; and, as a rule, we draw the same set of figures each time. Some one, having nothing to do, Idly scratched theee figures on this knife handle, hardly conscious of what he was doing. I believe the same person made the figures on the magazine and on the knife.” “Why do you think that?” I asked. “It had been scientifically proved that, when a person plays with.a pencil and Idly draws figures, he always draws the same ones; and that they are symbols of something deep in his subconscious mind. These circles are so much alike that I think they were drawn by the same person." I had a dim Idea I had heard something similar to what he was saying In college, but just what It was I could not reinember. As I started to hand him the knife. It slipped through my fingers and fell to the floor and stood quivering. Its imint Imbedded In the wood. With a sudden exclamation. Bartley picked it up and. to my astonishment, let it fall again and again. Each time the point stuck upright in the floor. Then he balanced It on his hand, smiling to himself. As he replaced It In his bag. he said, "I am glad you dropped that knife. Pelt." It seemed to me such an inane thing to say that I made no comment. "We are going over to Slyke’s again,” he continued, “to see Miss Potter. By the way. there’s another thing. Pelt, you can aid me a good deal by solvI lo*?-” ’’What’s that?" I said. “Find out why that dog did not bark the night of the murder. It’s a puppy, noisy and active, and does not like strangers. .The person that killed Slyke. as far as we know, had to come down those long stairs and pass through the living room where the dog was. If it was some one from outside, that dog should have barked. I But as fnr as we can find out, he never made a sound." k, “it looks to m>‘." 1 suggested, “as if the murder were committed by. some one in the house." I Bartley did nos answer until hel hail opened the door Into the hall, then i bo paused to say, "There seems to be no motive for any of the family to Wive I killer! Slyke, The little difficulty betw«*en Miss Potter and Slyke does not seem important enough to consider. The will has been found ami all the property is accounted for. His lawyer, you remember, discovered a large sum of money in the safe when It wan opened." Then he proceeded downstairs. ’ It whs only a short drive in Bartley s fast qar to the Slyke house. He offered no explanation of our call, and 1 hid my curiosity as well as I could. As soon as the butler had gone. Bartley came at once to the object of his visit. “Miss Potter,” he said, “the butler testified this afternoon that he overheard words between Mr. Slyke and I yourself. Would you inlnd telling me ; what they were?" Her. face flushed, but she kept her ' eyes on Bartley as she replied coldly: “The butler was mistaken. Mr. Slyke and rayself ©ever quarreled.” . “Oh. I don’t mean that you actually quarreled, but that you had some words." Her eyes dropped under his search- ! Ing gaze. and It was not until he bad repeated his question a second tiw that she answered rather reluctantly I “There was no—no trouble. What the butler spoke of had notjilng to de with Mr. Slyke's death.’f Bartley‘noticed her hreltatlonXanfl atked suddenly, “Was It over his k-H---frtg whisky?" ) : She started and her face paled, then \ flushed. In a low voice she demanded, j “How did you know?" "That Is not of much importance. Is It? I am right; that was what the words were about, wasn’t It?” Rhe gave him an appealing look. th»*n glanced back at the floor. At last site regained her comp -are. and. raising her eyes, answered, “Yes. that was what the butler heard us talking about. It was not a quarrel I told him he would get Into trouble over the whisky, and he told me It was none of my business.” “When did he start to sell It?" She thought for a moment. “I am not sure. You see. I know very little about it. But before the prohibition law came Into effect he bought a great quantity of whisky. He told me that a man who had whisky could make a lot of money. He gnt several truck loads, but where he kept It I don’t know.” “And after prohibition, did he buy any more?” Bartley asked. "I think so. I think It came from Canada. He told me once or twice that he was making a great deal of money out of It.” “And you quarreled over his selling it?" _ Rather warmly she answered, “We never quarreled. Lt was not my affair. I felt bad, of course, that he should do a thing like that. I warned him that he would get Into trouble, and he told me It was none of my business if he did. That must have been what the butler heard.”, Bartley glanced sharply at het. “Have you any idea who helped him In itf* “No—that is— l never knew. I did think that maybe—” She stopped and Bartley suggested; "You thought It was the chauffeur?" “Yes. I did. I know that Mr. Slyke bought a truck, and that the chauffeur would have long talks with him in his room, and then take the truck and be away for several days. In the last year or so he became overbearing, and I wondered why Mr. Slyke kept him—aniens there was something between them.’* I was not surprised. Everything bad seemed to lead up to this revelation. What I could not understand war why a man in Mr. Slyke's post-

By * Chjuulbs J. Dutton Owright 190 by Dodd. Mmd * Co-ba. tlon should be engaged In the Illegal selling of whisky, and take this chauffeur into his confidence. Whisky bought In any quantity, since prohibition, had to come from Canada, and passed through the hands of a number of men. Was his engaging in selling whisky a problem in itself, or had It some bearing on his death?" Miss Potter had little mure to tell us, and we rose to take our leave. As Bartley took his hat, he asked her If she had been using the ouija ’board. She was at once excited, her eyes gleamed, and her voice rose as she responded: “Yes, I received a message from Mr. Slyke. I know it was from him. He has written twice. ‘You will hear from ine,’ and I know I will. I am going to get a good medium to come and see what he wants to communicate to me." To my' surprise Bartley listened gravely, almost reverently. When she had finished, he said he knew of a very good medium and would try to arrange for him to come to the house for a seance if she desired. This proposal pleased Miss Potter very much, and she accepted at once. She told us that many people in Saratoga believed In spiritualism, Including Doctor King. For a while they discussed various manifestations-, and I listened to Bartley in astonishment, as he told of receiving messages from the dead, for I knew he did not believe in them. We were interrupted by a knock, and the butler entered with a telegram for Bartley. It had been sent q u *' IvtVfrk I JMrrfi k »' i ’if The Boy 1 Wished to See Slouched Out From a Back Room. first to Currie’s, and he had directed the boy to follow us to Slyke’s. Bartley tore open the envelope and ran his eyes over the paper. I saw hint start, then without a word he handed ft Jo rne. and I read: Arrested in New York one o’clock this morning Jacob Asher with truck load of whisky. Claims he paid Slyke ©3.(00 for It afternoon before his death. Saw him about five o’clock. Did not know Slyke was dead till he read papers. Story seems to be true. ROGERS. No wonder Bartley had started. Here at last might be a motive for the murder. Perhaps the man in New York could tell us what had happened that night. , With grave face Bartley took the telegram from my hand, and reread it; then he asked Miss Potter if Slyke had hat! a visitor the afternoon before his death. She said she did not know t whether he had or not. as she had been j away nn-t of the afternoon. After' a few more questions, we bade her I goodnight. In the doorway Bartley j paused to say something to her. in so 1 low a tone that I could not catch his ! words; but I did hear her eager answering "Yes." As we climbed into the car and started down the road, I said that I did not supi><«se she knew anything about the $23,000 whisky deal. His answer was us quick as a flash: “I never thought she did. The strange , thing Is that in the safe, after bls • death, his lawyer should find SIO,OOO. I and that he should have made a posit of $13,000 that same afternoon.” . We rode tn silence for a while. Then he startled me by saying that j he was not going back to Currie’s, but i to New York to interview the man . arrested with the whisky, and that j he would not be back until the next afternoon. It was not until we were at the station, waiting for hia train, that I interrupted his preoccupation to ask if he thought It would ever be discovered who had killed Brlffeur. The flickering lights above us cast weird shadows over his face, and it seemed to me that behind his half smile was a look of great sadness as he replied. "1 know now who killed Brlffeur."

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Government Expert* to Overlook Vast Logging Operation* In the Sierra Mountain*. One hundred and sixty-seven million feet of timber were recently sold on the Plumas National forest. California, according to an announcement made by the United State* forest service. The timber covers about 14.000 acres in what is known a* the sugar pine-yellow pine belt in the heart of the Sierra mountains of California. . It is estimated that this amount of timber, together with the inter-mixed privately owned timber, will require eight years to cut and convert into lumber. Twenty-one' mile* of railroad will be built toconnect with an existing togging railroad 40 miles to

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“You do?" I gasped. He answered slowly: “Yes. That was easy enough to discover. But tr prove It before a jury will be almost Impossible." Just then the train came in and bt said no more. On my way back tc the house I pondered deeply over his last remark, but could find no clue tv his meaning. CHAPTER XII In Which ths Robbery Is Solved. I had intended to spend the next | morning in either fishing or playing golf. Bartley had left In such a hurry that he had given me no instructions as to what I was to do in his absence. But when I came down tc breakfast, by my plate was a telegram | from hhu, reminding me to see the : boy in the garage and learn from him what he knew of the robbery. I had j entirely forgotten the chauffeur’s dying statement. After a late breakfast, I took the car and drove once more to the Slyke i house. Leaving the car in the driveway In front of the house, I went around tc the rear. The house appeared de- [ sorted, although it was the day ol Slyke’s funeral. ! The garage was some yards from j the house, half hidden among the trees. It was two stories high, built of stone, the upper story being used as living quarters for the men employed in it. The door stood open and I entered. Coining from the bright sunlight into the darkened room, it was several moments before I could see clearly enough to make out that it was occupied by a large touring car, two small runabouts and | a large truck. There was no one in; sight, and after waiting a moment, 1 called loudly. The boy I wished to see slouched out from a back room. He was about eighteen, with heavy : figure, red face and unbrushed hair. •His suit was dirty with oil from the | cars. If he wondered what I wanted, he gave no sign of it. His eyes met mine clearly and honestly, as if he had no secrets to hide. At first he stoutly denied that he knew anything* at all about the rob- , bery. He seemed to have the Idea that I thought he was implicated in it. All he admitted knowing was a bit of gossip that he had picked up around the house at the time it was committed. The more I questioned liim the more he insisted that he knew nothing about it, and I almost believed him. But the chauffeur, at the point of death, had said. “Ask the boy.” It stood to reason then that he must know something of importance.' At last I told him that the chauffeur had insisted that he knew, ami asked | if anyone had ever told him anything about the crime. A startled look came into his face; and he turned to’ me excitedly, his words tumbling over i each other. “Maybe that's what he meant. But, good Lord, I thought it was a joke, darned if I didn’t I thought he was kidding me; he was drunk, you know." j “Who was drunk?” I asked. “Brlffeur. He was very drunk, sir. You see, you asked me did I know anything about those men breaking into Slyke’s, and I didn’t; but Brif- ; feur told me one night—” He paused. "Go on," I commanded. "It was one night soon after the trial, Briffeur came drifting in here, i pn tty well lighted up. When e was that way, he used to talk a lot; but he never told the truth at such times, as I’d often found out. He never | •knew afterward what he had been saying. He would tell aw’ful yarns about women, aud the like. No one ever believed him." ‘ I brought the boy to the point by , , asking what It was the chauffeur had j i told him. He hesitated, then in a voice , that showed that he thought what he | j was going to say was almost too fooli ish to mention, he added. "He got to i talking about that robbery, and said : It was to laugh, the way the trial had gone. That no one knew that he had i committed the robbery—no one except i himself and one other. I thought, of course. It was one of his wild yarns, i and laughed at him. When I asked him why he did It, he said Slyke owed him lots of money, and that he was after It.” It was natural that the boy should s have thought this conversation of no more Importance than njany others of the chauffeur, when he was drunk and ' boasting about things that had never happ’-ncl. The chauffeur, he said, had come Into the garage, “lit up like a battleship.” The talk had veered around to the robbery, and he bad boasted that the two raen were In jail for the robbery that he himself had committed. Who had helped him, he did not say- He claimed that 81yke owed him “lots of money." It seemed abaurd that a wealthy man like Slyke should owe his chauffeur money and not pay It He had even boasted that the evidence against the men in prison was arranged by himself. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

« . length. As usual in this type of forest, i says the announcement, the logging ■ will be done by donkey engines, but forest service men will carefully supervise the cutting so that all young and thrifty trees will be left for fUtur* growth. Only marked trees will bo cut and brash and debris twirl ng from logging will be piled and burned. Oldest Trade Union. The oldest unions in the world are the trade guilds of Constantinople, centuries old. All workers, no matter how humble their position*—vendors, porters, barbers and postmen—betamg to a guild. There are two sides to every question—your aide and the wrong side.

BPDdGdyj Evei\ii\s Fdiiy Tale GRAHAM BONNER - - - coevtiOT tv vmruN wnrv»Rt —■ ■— — FROM THE GARDEN The flowers from the garden had been sent in a box to the city. Some-

one In the city who was very fond of this particular garden had received the box. And after one box had come, many others followed along, for the first box was sent when the first flowers came out in the spring, and they followed one right after the other after j that. And oh, how the I flowers from the I

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garden did enjoy their reception when i they arrived. They were greeted so delightfully. “You dear pale lavender tulips," the lady said as she received the flowers from the garden, “how beautiful you are. You are just the color of orchids. “And here are the lovely pink and red and yellow tulips—and here is an orange-colored one! “Here are the dear white lilacs and their pretty soft green leaves and dear me, dear me, how even the very twigs smell so sweetly of the garden." And then the lady saw some ferns i in the bottom of the box and as she saw that the ferns were so new that they had scarcely uncurled them- ■ selves, she almost cried. “Why ferns,” she said, “I grew you when I was a little girl. And your sweet fern fragrance is so like that dark cool corner of the garden where I put you that it (almost makes we cry. Happiness often makes one want to cry, terns." she said'. And the ferns thought it was lovely of her to weep a tear or two or three, as she did, and. too. she was homesick then, just a little, for that garden spot where it was so cool and where she had planted the ferns. The ferns loved her tears because they thought there was nothing nicer than tears of affection. The rain was happy and the rain wept and when the rain wept the fems were so happy for they loved tears of happiness! Tears of happiness from the Rain I King made them grow and kept them fresh and green. Os course the plants in the house said they weren’t thought so much of now as during the winter time when there were no flowers at all. But still they couldn’t complain, sos on all the .windy -days they were still put the window and eouJd drink the lovely refreshing rain water. And Creeping Charlie grew more ; and more all the time, for he was so | anxious to have a look at everything tljiat he spread himself this way and tnat way. The garden flowers were very much | pleased, for when they first arrived j they were afraid it was going to be. i too hot for them in the city home j where there seemed to be so much heat, as In the city people still thought > It was too eooL But the garden flowers noticed the windows were quickly opened after they arrived and that the heat was I turned off, was surely an honor to the garden flowers. It let them know how much they were thought of by the iady who received them. “Oh garden flowers,” she said to ! them, "how well I remember the garden parade of flowers, beginning In the spring and lasting all through the summer Into the fall. “And how we used to cover np the flowers In the fall with newspapers.

and so the newspapers would not blow away, we fastened them down at the corners with pebbles frot the garden gravel path. “Yes, the pebbles even used to work for the garden. j “We aH loved the garden, and we always wIH love the garden. “And even If I cannot see the

garden now all ~| n tn e Fall." the time, I ran see it once in awhile, and the flowers will be sent to me when I can’t go to them. “You travel so beautifully, dear flowers, too. you keep so fresh, and yet your Journey is a long one.” And the flowers whispered in their sweet flower way. "We would not fade «or anything, for the one who sends us love* us. and the on* who receives us loves us. and we want her to see us as we are!" One Les*. “How many commandments are there, Johnny?” asked Aunt Mary. “Teo.” glibly answered Johnny. « “WeiL” said Aunt Mary, “supposing you should break one?” “Why.” returned Johnny, 1 suppose there would be nine left.” Ears Were Larger. Ralph, aged five, was afflicted with earache and screamed frantically with pein. “Husfe. dear.” said his mother, “don’t cry so. it only makes It worse. Don’t you remember how nice your little baby brother behaved when he had the earache? He didn't make half ns much fmss about it as you are making." “What does that k-kld know ’bout eera-acber sobbed Ralph. “H-Ws ears ain’t half as bhl a* m-mine.”

Graduate Nurse Finds (< The Perfect Remedy”

“From my long experience as a professional nurse, I do not hesitate to say Tanlac is nature’s most perfect remedy," is the far-reaching statement given out for publication, recently, by Mrs. L A. Borden, 425 Pontius Ave., Seattle, Wash., a graduate of the National Temperance Hospital, Chicago. “I have used Tanlac exclusively for seven years in the treatment of my charity patients,” said Mrs. Borden, “and my experience has been that for keeping the stomach, liver, kidneys and bowels functioning property; and for toning up the system In general, it has no equal

Can’t' Fool the Farmer. If an artist makes an error In a rural picture, a fanner will point it out first thing. Some men are good through and through—to you; and most men are satisfied with that. • 0

Fora light, sweer least Foam Nothing equals the thrill of pride that K comes from a fine baking of home* made bread made with your own . hands to supply / your own family table. j IK y 1 Send for free booklet "The Art of Baking Bread" /* 4 V Northwestern Yeast Co. 1730 North Ashland Ave. Chicago, 111.

A total of nearly $50,000,000 Is contributed annually to Protestant for- . elgn missions. Turkish women are forbidden to dance In public.

1 Index Index feJ ■ * NumSm Numhm J , **l —i —i —i —i —i —i —i —< —r I— A- - «M M. W **" ~ .1 I I I I t I I 1 >• 193 1914 1915 >9*4 >9<7 <9<# 19*9 '9 lO '9l l •9** ■ ■ Coal price from Survey of Current Burineu, February 1923. Cement price from U. S. Geological Surrey. Wage, from November (1922) Monthly Labor Review, Bureau of ■ Labor Statuses. I More for I Your Money I Swapping things—as when 1 I \ our grandmothers traded eggs S f for calico at the cross-roads store —gives a better understanding of ft values. By measuring one thing I • against another we too can often judge values more clearly. I , - Coal and wages make up more 1 than half the manufacturing cost of cement. I The chart above shows price I fluctuations for portland cement, coal and wages during the past ~ ten years. In each case 100 is used I - to represent 1913 figures, by the 5 Government departments which I compiled these statistics. ■ \ Translated into “eggs and calico" r. 4 language, this chart shows that a ton of I COJ d wou ld buy nearly twice as much V cement in 1922 as in 1913- A day’s wages also would buy more cement in 1922 than in 1913. I This means that even though coal and wages make up more than half its manufacturing cost, cement is now relatively lower in price than either coal or wages. ■, So, considering these increased costs, it is plain that in buying cement you get more for your money than before. I PORTLAND CEMENT ASSOCIATION ■I 111 West Washington Street CHICAGO of National Ortamzatiote to Improve and Extend the Uset of Concrete Mum KrnmoOty NcwYoafc f- ■ t II Dqrmc Loom

"About a year ago I had a lady patient who could not keep a thing on her stomach, not even water. I prevailed on her to try Tanlac and after the sixth bottle she could eat absolutely anything she wanted without the slightest bad after-effects. “I had another paitlent who simply could not eat I got him started on Tanlac and by the time he finished three bottles he was eating rw ven on aly and able to work. “These two Instances are typical of the wonderful merits of the medicine. My confidence in Tanlac Is unlimited." Tanlac is for sale by all good druggists.

Value or a Smile. A smile is preliminary to the cultivation of good manners. It Is nearly half of them. About one-fourth of all the linseed oil consumed goes Into the manufacture of linoleum.

Dangerous Suggestion. Boy—Father, (io you know that every winter an animal puts on a new fur coat? Father —Flush! Not so loud! Yout mother’s in the next room!