The Syracuse Journal, Volume 16, Number 24, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 11 October 1923 — Page 7

MRS. COFFMAN ILL SEVEN YEARS aa Operate by Lydia Sd*H, HL—“I was a ncrvcos wreck. 1 was goffering from a pain in my left iiniiH.iuiiitiiiiii | B,de - which was ak 11111 l moat unbearable, and UiMKUI I I could not even let ilsß/ \ ~.jw the bed clothing rest ■U on my body at night M I had been sick for -■* || seven years, but net Hi so bad until the last NljA Wn eighteen months, and InWUM bad become ao runlIHMK JHII down that I cared for nobody, and would rather have -HSSE-LflSSMdied than live. I couldn’t do my work without help, and the doctors told me that an operation Was all there was left 1 would not consent to that, so my husband brought me a bottle of Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound and begged mo to take it I have taken fourteen bot> ties of it and I feel ten rears younger. Life is full of hope. Igo all my housework and had a large garden thia year. I never will be without the Vegetable Compound in the house, and when my two little, girls reach womanhood I intend to teach them to take it. lam Dever too busy to tell some suffering sister of my help, and you can use my name and letter to spread the good newsof Lydia E. Pinkham’s medicines.” —Mrs. Ida M. Coffman, R 8.2. Sidell HL Careless Cat. Mr. B. writes: "Three-year-old Allan hnd been put to bed for his regular afternoon nap. While lying there trying to hold off the sandman hl* pet cat jumped upon the bed and remained there purring loudly. After gazing at It a few minutes Allan exclaimed. “Hey, you! Why don’t you shut off your motor when you’re standing still."—Boston Transcript Sure Relief FOR INDIGESTION Beix-ans I Hos wafer Sure Relief Bell-ans 254 AND 75< PACKAGES EVERYWHERE - P'actiMf Evidence Wanted. LOWMkdt Youth —1 gladly would die for you I Practical Maid—That’s nice; but please wait until after we are married and yon have your life heavily Insured.—London Answers. The housewife smiles with satisfaction as she looks at the basket of clear, white clothes and thanks Red Cross Bail Blue. At all grocers.—Advertisement. It Is a thankless Job to spread amiability where people don't seem to care for it. A compliment always passes for more than Its face valtie, * Kissing may be dangerous, but we are not a race of coward* Hall's Catarrh Medicine rid your »y»em of Catarrh or Deafness caused by Catarrh. SoU Ay grw«wO «w, 40 «wn P. J. CHENEY & Toledo, Ohio Cuticura Soap IS IDEALFor the Hands Sm? 2Sc. OistMst 2S asd 50c. Talriaa fie. kzs'Z?/// aide* CKMKKOOntSO MANUr«cYWMMQ COk Ssm>Bwm TtTnnmT-ff Vaseline ■muapmos <r White SWOUWAO AaifattafiMwla C/fe MU yw head are often tirn, es stomach tronbto and ®/ / imgairiif ifigsstiau. FOf / Fbr AUhfg Stomoc&s OICNKMMdhI tTCRiISSNh® BXmI dSTSdi writes At ill Arvoltt* w. 4© cwt* kjF wril ****** C* *** WMUn Ma rJ*S?"sS»oi!

I Out of the I |Darkness| s Charles J. Dutton | I = I = I I CHAPTER Xlll—Continued. Currie interrupted to say, "But, John. If the lights are turned out. how to know that you did not write those messages yourself?" . Without a smile s on his face Bartley replied: "I did not Intend to turn out the light. I am going to do what few mediums ever attempt to do: that is, to see if we can secure a message on these slates in full light. There have been so many frauds In slate-writing seances that a test made in the dark has no value." As he spoke he tore the wrapping from the package and disclosed a number of ordinary school slates tied together with a string. . When he had cut. the string and placed the slates on the table before him, he added: "You might claim that these slates already have a message written on them, so I will wash the surface of each with water. If there was anywriting on them. It will be wiped out." With our eyes following every movement, he took a piece of cloth, dipped it into the glass of water, and carefully washed one side of a slate. As he was beginning to wash the other side, he paused and said to Currie. "You may think I have not washed . the slate thorn uglily enough; suppose. ( Currie, you take It and wash the J other side yourself. Make a good job of IL’’ Currie's earnestness was almost laughable as he took the klate and turned It over and over, examining both surfaces. When he had finished he whispered to me, "There was not a darned thing on that slate.” The same method was employed with the other slates. First. Bartley would wash one side, then would call upon one of us to examine the slate and wash off the other side. I was left until the last, and I examined my slate very carefully before I I touched it with the cloth. On the side | which Bartley had washed little drops ; of Water still clung. The unwashed side was dirty but showed no traces : of having been written on. When 1 had finished my task, Bart- j ley took one of the slates and said:' "You have seen there was no writing of any kind on these slates. I am go- t ing to give one to each of you. Miss Potter should place hers under her feet; Currie, might sit on his; the rest of you can place them under your j coats.” He gave us each a slate, and we did as he suggested. I wondered, as I placed mine under my coat, just ; what Bartley expected to discover. Somehow the whole thing* seemed so absurd. He was so serious about it. however, that I began to believe that I he must expect to receive a mesaa je | of some sort. We sat silent and expectant. L for one. feeling a little foolish. Bartley, who had glanced at his watch several times, waited for five minutes to pnss before he said. "Suppose. Currie, you look at your slate." Currie grinned, as If to say he considered It aH foolishness, but did as requested. As he glanced at his slate, the smile left his face, his jaw dropped, and his eyes grew big with wonder. He looked at it several seconds as If be could, not believe hi* eyes, then slowly passed it to me. I took It eagerly, glanced at It. and in my turn was startled. There, however, In a sprawling hand, running across the slate that had been blank a few moments before, was written. "Currie, people who steal whisky* out of a vault at midnight will come to a bad end." Almost unable to credit my eyes. 1 stared at the slate. Both sides bad been so thoroughly washed that when Currie had taken It they were still wet. How the. writing had gotten on th* slate. I could not Imagine. Miss Pottv: gave a sudden cry She nad risen to her feet with shining eyes. Holding her slate In one trembling hand, she tried to sp< failed, then cried triumphantly: "It’s a message—a message from Mr. Slyke! I knew it would come," and rank back Into her chair, adding as If t'nable to believe the evidence of her own senses. “It’s in his own handwriting, bls very own, and he tells me what to do." Bartley took the slate from her trembling fingers, a curious expression on his face. He placed It. on the table, and we crowded roum. to exam tne It. This time the entire surface of the slate was covered with writing, la the same sprawling hand that had written on Currie's and mine. The letters were large and looked as If the person wto had written the message had been very break. Too astonished to speak, we bent and read; “All will be well with me If you aid those who are trying to discover who injured me. For my peace, do this: listen to the medium— ’’ and the message trailed off In a large S. ItiMr. Slyke’* writing,” Miss Potter cried excitedly- “I recognise IL There was nothing on the slate when I placed my feet on it" Bartley faced her gravely, with Ksnething In his manner that gave me the impression that he was not at aD surprised at what was happening. “Then you are absolutely sure It is IB bis writing?” he asked. Kot trusting herself to speak, she stmply nodded. At that moment the bell rang, and Am butler pawed (Brough the room on Mi »AJ to the door. In tbe second

buure his return, I saw voctor King (steal a look at his slate, and. from the startled look on his face, I knew that he, too, had received a message. Meeting my eyes, he gave me a faint, wondering smile and shook his head doubtfully. The man whom the butler ushered in was the medium that Bartley had secured in New York. Hd was very tall and thin, dressed In black, with white, unhealthy face, shifty eyes, and hair a bit too long. After he had been introduced, Bartley told us that we were to begin the seance at once. The first thing to be done was to place the medium in a chair in the corner and tie his hands and feet firmly. Roche was selected to draw the rope through the rungs of the chair, tie his hands behind his back, and place a gag In his mouth so that he could not speak. He performed his task with the thoroughness of a police officer trained in the work; and when he Informed us that the medium could neither move nor speak. I believed him. At Bartley's suggestion we seated ourselves around the table. It was a small one. not very heavy in construction. We placed our 'hands on its surface as directed, and linked them together by hooking th? thumb and little finger of each hand around the finger of the hand next tojt- We. were told that under no circumstance were we to break this circle. Bartley spent some time in making sure that we were arranged in the proper manner. I was seated with Currie on my left, my little finger clasped around his thumb, and Bartley himself on my right. He rose and turned off the lights, then groped his way back to my side, and a second later hi.s finger closed around mine. I confess that I felt a bit like a fool as I waited there in tbe pitch darkness. What we were doing seemed childish; yet back of it all there was ! such a general air of expectancy that I was tense with excitement. The | great draperies hnd been drawn over the windows, and not even a ray of light penetrated the room. Just what it was that we were waiting for I did not know. Something might or : might not take place, the medium 'had said. We sat in silence fjr a number of minutes, minutes tiu|t dragged endlessly. I must —confess that to me they were not the most pleasant I had ever spent. Someone drew a deep breath, and 'I thought the table had started to move. Then a sjlence followed, so deep that I could not hear my neighbor breathing. I fel{ \as if I were all alone In the darknessX Only the reassuring touch of the fingebs-on each side of me drew me back to sanity. Suddenly, when I was least expecting It, I felt the table under my fingers sway back and forth for a second, then fall back upon the floor with a little bang. Currie breathed hard, > < ||K I "I Have Come Back to Place My Hand on the Person That Killed Me." as If afraid; and his grasp on my] fingers tightened. Then without warning, came a series of ten knocks, faintly, as if someone were knocking at a ; distant door. 1 could not tell where they came from. They seemed j to be In the air, on the floor, everywhere but on the table. One thlm: was sure: they did not come from the. direction in which the medium »it. ] Besi<ie«, he had been tied too tightly, in his chair to have been able tomake them. Silence again, then more raps, quick i little running raps, never very loud. ] that would start and stop a second. I then trip a" ay like little feet run--] ning to and fro. “Are you there?” Bartley’s voice: asked, hesitatingly. Almost before his words had died ' away, there came a series of loud . raps, almost -falling over'each other. Then Bartley’s voice again, cool but low, "Can yon communicate with us?" 1 had expected that the raps would reply at once, but instead there was a long silence. Several times Bartley repeated the question, and still no answer. At length he asked, “Shall we try some other method F Rapa answered, tumbling over each other tn their eagernesa, nnd the table tipped so violently that I expected It would fall over. It returned to an upright position with a bang, then silence again. A deep moan from tbe direction of the medium startled me. then more moans interspersed with MM* A snrill, thin voice, ghostly and far away, said brokenly. “Ob—o-oh—l—-ff-feel you; 1 know—you je—there—there—” A silence, in which Z hardly dared to breathe. The table tipped a second time and a deep voice which seemed familiar, though I could not place It, said, "I am here—here, though yon do—not see—me. I was murdered by—by—" What It might have added we never knew. Miss Potter suddenly cried out, not la fear but in joy, “It’s Mr. Slyke—his voice—" Bartley, afraid that she might rtoe In her excitement and break the circle,

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whlapereo to Dei. auu site wax* back. I now recognised the voice as the of Slyke. a little changed. It is tru* buse enough Uke it to be easily ident: fled. I was too dazed to think; th, raps, the darkness, the voice, and th* fear that was creeping into my heart, were almost more than I could bear Silence again, broken only by th< uneasy moans of the medium. Then without warning, someone cried in terror, "Look! The stairs, the stairs!** Almost In front of us was the stairway leading to the tower room. There .upon the top step, was a tiny light, unlike any light that I had ever seen It was hardly larger than a silver dollar, of an unearthly whiteness; then It began to grow larger and larger, until it changed into a luminous arm floating in the air. I heard someone gasp In fear, then all was silence again. The light continued to change. Now there were two arms, then the trunk of a body, and then, out of nothing, an entire human figure appeared, glowing with a soft, pale light in the darkness. A misty figure with ghostly, shining feet and hands, but no head-! It began to float down the stairs, a step at a time, seemingly upon the air. Currie’s hand trembled under mine; and I controlled my own fear with an effort, as I pressed it reassuringly. Half way down the stairs a head appeared above the body. One moment there was nothing there; the next, a face with burning eyes and tangled hair. 1 knew instinctively whose it was. It belonged to Slyke. the murdered man. A voice that seemed to come from the mouth said. "I have come back to place my hand on the person that killed me.” The figure took a step toward us, the table before us fell over on the floor with a crash, and a voice almost at my elbow cried In terror, “For God’s sake, turn on that light. Don’t let that d—d thing touch me.” As suddenly as it, had appeared, the figure vanished, and we were left if tiie darkness. CHAPTER XIV The Murderer Speak*. Who turned on the lights 1 do not know. As soon as they flashed on, we looked at each other inquiringly, our eyes filled with fear. Who had cried out in terror and broken tiie circle? Bartley motioned to us to sit down again, and took his stand back of the table. He seemed to me to be very weary, and his eyes rested on us sadly, as if he were reluctant to proceed further. It was not until we moved restlessly under his intent gaze that he said, “I am not going to make any comment on what we have just seen.” He paused for a second, then added impressively, “But I think I ought ’to tell you that I know who killed both Slyke and Briffeur.” There was a murmur of astonishment. Currie looked at me appeal ingly, but I knew no more than he. Roche whispered to Black, and they exchanged looks of bewilderment. Bartley still hesitated, as If he were very reluctant to continue. "I know that some of you doubt 1( we can prove that Mr. Slyke was murdered. You say there are no clues, and I admit that I have never seen a case in which there were so few. There is no doubt, however, that he was murdered, though it L difficult ,to say what the motive was. In the case of Briffeur.. it- was very simple.” “Simple!” Roche gasped. “Yes, simple. There was but one reason and one way, and eVen one person, that could have killed him." This statement vas too much for Roche; he shook bls heard in disbelief. “Let’s consider Mr. slyke’s death I for a moment.” Bartley continued j “After the party was over, Slyke {asked Mr. Lawrence to stay behind ’ and offered to sell him some whisky, j They had a drink, then Lawrence ' went home. But we found three ] glasses, showing that someone besides i Lawrence had drunk with Siyke. Let i us say this third person killed Slyke. Understand me: 1 do not believe that, when he came, he nad any intention of killing him—that came later. We Lwiil assume that Slyke and this third •.person went upon the balcony, for I what reason I cannot say, but 1 am ■’ sure that-Slyke was the one that suggested going there. No murderer would have selected It, voluntarily. \ as a place in which to kill his victim." He paused tor a second, then con tinned: "After Siyke had been killed | the thought occurred to the murderer that It was possible to make his death i look Hke suicide. He undressed the . body in the room above the bedroom, i and later carried bi* clothing down--1 stairs, placing It on a chair beside j the bed. But he overlooked a «tnck- : ing that had fallen on the floor behind j the door of the room above Criml ! nals, no matter how ahrewd? always make some mistake that betrays j them; this* person drew the bed ] clothes up around Slyke** neck. If he had not done that. I doubt if we would ever have suspected that Slyke was murdered. The shot took effect at once. It would have been impossible for him tv have drawn the bedclothes up around his own neck, and placed his hands by hl* aide before he died.” The doctor’s voice sounded perplexed as he said, “But. Mr. Bartley, this l» all a rather fine-spun theory” “I. expected that someone would say that." Bartley smiled. "It Is more than an unsupported theory. However. let us proceed. The murderer went down to the living room brought back with him *wo cards, which he threw on the floor of the room where the glasses were. If Its being suicide was questioned, then the finding of the cards would throw suspicion on the members of the card party." (TO BE CONTINUED.) 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