The Syracuse Journal, Volume 17, Number 2, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 8 May 1924 — Page 2

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CHAPTER Xll—Continued. "There I got into trouble over a woman. I wasn’t a young man. by any means, but I’d been a fool all my life, and I ought to have known better, and didn’t. Her husband was a representative of one of the big mining companies, what had got wind of us being on the trail of something. and gent him up to investigate. He was away for days at a time, and the woman was all alone in the camp. “I got into trouble over her. Her husband come back and found us together. He tried to shoot me, but I was handier, and 1 got the drop on him and killed him. "We* three was alone In the camp at the time: the woman, me. and the man I’d killed. It was a wild country, but murder was a game no man could afford to get up against. We left him lying there and took the horses and rode for our Ilves. “He had friends, and they set the police on to us. We got away, though, and made for the native territories. You know how I came to be a sort of chief there. 'King* Seaton, Tm called, all over the country. After at while I come back. I thought It had been forgotten. "It ought to have been, but De Witt had known me in the old days and he recognized me. And he’s held me in his power ever since by threatening me with the law. So that’s how I come to steal Mr. Garrett’s diamonds." “Whit did you do with the woman?" shouted De Witt, springing to his feet and waving his arms furiously. “You’ve told the court this much — now go on and tell the rest!" Judgfi Crawford hammered with his gavel, but the uproar In the court was too loud for him to make his words beard. Some were hissing, others trying to howl them down. But all through the scene Judge Davis sat. Impassive and stilL in his place In the gallery. IH* Witt pushed his lawyer away. “There’s more to the story by a d—n sight." he shouted. "You’ve heard that much, and now I’ll tell the rest!" “You can be heard at the proper time. Mr. De Witt!" cried the Judge angrily. “Thei-e’s no time like this." answered De Witt defiantly, striding forward. “Put me in the witnessbox!" he shouted to Brown. “Put ma there If you dare, and I’ll tell the jury the rest of It." Brown, nonplused over this new development. hesitated. But a glance at the faces of the Jury showed him that he could not decline the challenge. He nodded to Seaton, who stepped down. De Witt entered the box. The clerk handed him the.testament. but Do Witt brushed it aside, and now, so keen was the interest, even the presiding judge failed to notice the Irregularity. "I’ll tell you what I know," shouted De Witt, addressing himself to Davis In the gallery. “You’ve thrown me over after I’ve worked for you these ten years and more, you smug old canting hypocrite!" he-cried. “Look at him! There he sits, clean and sanctimonious, like a little tin’ god up In the skies!" Judge Davis certainly did look sanctimonious. Bls eyes were fixed upon De Witt’s gravely. To those on the floor of the courtroom Judge Davis looked at that moment the very typo of the Pharisee. But some of those near him In the gallery noticed that the old man’s eyes had In them a look of strained horror, aa If he was expecting some dreadful revelation. “I’m done with you now!" cried De Witt, flinging out his arm with a sweeping gesture. “He knew what I was doing for him: he knew from the first to last every bit of the dirty work that nobody else would Jo. But he wouldn't soil his own hands with IL He wouldn’t listen to the details. It was always ‘Go ahead. De Witt, if you think It proper, but don’t do anything unrighteous or uncharitable.’ Uncharitable 1 There's not a single drop of charitable blood tn the cld scoundrel’s body I “Yee, be knew everything, geuUetoen, and yet there was one thing that be didn’t know, and now bls turn baa come, and he’s going to know It Ask him to take off his collar and show you his throat, gentlemen. You’ll find a bullet-bole there. It’s healed up long ago, but it’s burning like the rege he felt when be tried to shoot >ack. Just one second too late. That’s the hole left by Daddy Seaton’s bullet, vnd Daddy Seaton's teen running for bls life for twenty years because of « man he never killed. "Look at him again, gentlemen! Ask Daddy Seaton to tell you If there was only the woman tn the camp, or If she didn't have a baby of six mo.* * s with her, that she wouldn’t leave behind, although be wanted her to. Ask him who Shelia Seaton Is. Then look at that old rogue up there once more. There sits the man that printed insults in the Chronicle against Ms own daughter, not knowing that she was his. And tell Daddy that be knew whose child Sheila was, but that he ■didn’t know till this moment that the man be shot and thonght he killed is the man who's sitting up there!" A cry broke from Seaton’s lipa The old man staggered In the dock. The lawyer put an arm about him to steady him; and, leaning back against the supporting shoulder, Seaton watched De Witt, whose last blow had been the culmination of aU his years man to the gallery roee slowly to his feet and thrust out his hand. The square white heard worked up end down ng the Jaws I champed. He raised his arms, and for

Diamonds of Malopo

By VICTOR ROUSSEAU Copyright by W. G.

a second the motionless old figure and the old figure below looked at each other fixedly. > Then, with a strangled cry, Judge Davis dropped unconscious, CHAPTER XIII Death’s Harvest. Winton was only vaguely nware of the quick termination of the triaL with Its expected, though Illogical verdict of "not guilty." He saw Judge Davis lifted and carried out by his supporters; saw De Witt, his face twitching nervously at the verdict, stride from the courtroom; then he was pushing his own way outside among the excited. buzzing groups, and perceived old Seaton moving slowly among the crowd, which parted to make way for the man whose tragedy affected them with horror. ‘ “Where are you going. Daddy?” asked one man. trying to stop him. "I’m going to find my gal." mumbled Seaton. “She’s been all I’ve had. Maybe I ain’t her father, but I’m going to her." Slowly he walked away, and nobody attempted to stop him. Winton, after a moment of doubt, realized it would be useless for him to Interfere. He watched Seaton’s departure with a mind that was too numbed to enable him to understand the fullness of his success. There was no doubt that the legality of the syndicate’s acquisition of his shares could now be questioned. He could regain the majority and keep control, If Seaton’s acquittal were followed, as It must be. by De Wltt’a arrest and his conviction. But there was more than that. Winton began to realize, in a dazed sort of way. that the dirclosure had given him Sheila. He knew she loved him. In spite of all her bitterness In the past He would go to her, make her his wife, and take her home to his own country, where the past should never trouble her. He was brooding over this when • e heard two revolver shots ring out In quick succession. Looking up. he discovered that he was alo£ The crowd was running toward tire south side of the square, where there seemed to be some commotion. Winton saw a struggle In progress; the heaving shoulders of a horse appeared above the crowd; and suddenly the horse and Its rider er-erged at a furious gallop, scattering the crowd right nnd left. Through the gap thus formed Winton could see a man lying upon the ground, resting on his elbow. His, hand clutched a revolver. The rider was De Witt. Amid the yells of the mob he dashed In a cloud of dust across the market square and turned down the street leading to the nbw suburb. The horse bounded across the rivulet, topped the ridge of the diamond ground, and disappeared. The fallen man was being helped to hla feet. He staggered in the arms of his supporters, and the blood was streaming from a bullet-wound In his shoulder. Winton gathered what had occurred from the excited conversation that followed. The sheriff had attempted to arrest De Witt on the strength of a court order hastily secured. De Witt, who had had a swift horse ready outside. In the anticipation of just such a contingency, hed shot the sheriff and galloped away. So awlft was the maneuver that Malopo found Itself totally unable to cope with the situation. There was wild talk of forming a posse to sue the outlaw. But Do Witt’s how*? was the fastest in Malopo. and. as in the case of Van Vorst. pursuit seemed impracticable. While an impromptu mass meeting was being held Winton made his way back to the claim. He understood now all that the verdict meant to him. and the thongbt of Shelia filled his heart. It was growing dark. Early the next morning be meant to ride out Into the hills and bring her back with him. and they should never be parted again. He thought with infinite pity of her sufferings, with tenderneaa of her loyalty. It seemed most fit that his lips should be the first to tell her what would remove the dark cloud from her forever. As Winton turned into the road that led toward his claim there came the sudden sputtering of heavy drops, and then a deluge. . He covered the last hundred yards at a racing pace, but he was drenched to the skin before he reached the cottage. After the long months of drought the rains had broken. The thunder growled in the distance; the brilliant lightning flashes lit up the heavens. The reins poured In torrents upon the desert, which sucked them up and stored them to Its hidden springs. Winton felt utterly worn out after the day. An unreality hung over the past; it seemed as if everything had been a dream since the night to Sheila's house. Winton was about to go to bed when there came a feeble tap at the door. When he opened It he saw Judge Deris standing there, wet through. He was shocked at the change to the judge's aspect He seemed to hare aged a dozen years; he was an old. broken man. He came forward uncertainly and sat down. Winton tried to get him to take off his wet dothes. but the judge shook his head vacantly, as If he hardly understood. “You remember what we talked about that day?” be asked, with nothing in his voice in the least like a quaver. "That day I came to yon for the loan?” “About gaining the whole world and losing one’s soul? Mr. Garrett. I lost my soul long ago. I thought

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Td gained the whole world, but It’s all slipped away—it’s all slipped away.” "You’re found what you wanted most, judge," said Winton, pitying the old man with all his heart. “You’ve found your daughter." And suddenly the conviction was borne in upon him that the old queen of the village was Davis' wife. The shock of the realization was paralysing. He said nothing of this —how could he tell him that his wife was living? He said nothing as the Judge went on: . “Yes. Pre found her. Fve been a fool and I’ve been punished, but all the past Is finished now. I used to pray, Mr. Garrett, that God’s vengeance might overtake the mother; but God must have dealt with her years ago, and it's myself He’s taken vengeance on. Aye, He’s mocked me and made a fool of me. But I'm going to find my girl a* 1 take her away. I know where she is. She’s living with Nkama’s tribe, up In the hills. My God, to think of my child living like an outcast among the Kafirs!" He stood up and clenched his fists furiously. “I was face to face with Seaton today, and I didn’t kill him," he said. "Let him cross my path again and he’ll die!" “He didn’t know," said Winton. “He wronged me. He brought all this on me. That snake De Witt is nothing. I care nothing about his Br / TJou’ve found u?hat qou iranted & 3 " part to It But let Seaton take care. If ever we meet. Sir. Garrett," he added, falling Into a casual tone, “you know Sheila. You were a friend of hers. You stood by her when I was printing lies against her in the Chronicle—may God forgive me. I want you to ride out with me in the morning and bring her home." “Judge, I’ll go, and I’ll bring her to you," said Winton, wondering how this new development would affect his plans. "I’ll go with you, Mr. Garrett. Hl be here on horseback at six In the mornlfig. That’s what I came to tell you.” "Then Til be ready, judge," said Winton. The old man went out silently, leaving Winton pondering still more deeply. But he realized that Judge Davis’ claim was prior to his own. And he tried to view the matter unselfishly, though a fierce Jealousy tortured him at the thought that he, who had stood by the girl in her extremity, should have to yield to the man who had persecuted her. When he went out early In the morning Judge Davis was Just turning into the compound. He was mounted on a big bay. and appeared much the same as usual. Winton, who had been a little alarmed at his appearance the night before, was reassured. He saddled his horse and mounted, and the two rode silently out into the desert. The sun was rising In a flown of fiery clouds. There were pools of rain everywhere, and the freshness of the Sir was a delightful contrast to the long drought. Cloud-banks were already beeping up in the sky, but there was not likely to be another downpour until nightfall; the first rains are not Continuous, as In later weeks. The day promised Intense heat, but the long, rolling ridges of the desert had already a sub-tinge of green.

AT THE MAISON HOGRELLE, GUER — « —

Rwtaurant and Grocery Near Camp Coetquldan in Brittany Was Transformed by Doughboy*. Near Camp Coetquldan In Brittany was the town of Guer. On the batskirts o£ the town was a combination restaumat and grocery store kept by the widow Hogrelle. When the first Americans arrived in the camp it was possible to get a of broiled chicken, with all the fixings, done to the real French style over an open fire of brash, for 5 francs (about sl. American). Two young girls, Vivienne and Germaine, assisted in nerving the patrons, says Leonard H. Nason. Vlviecne was Inclined to be a little fleshy, and Germaine had no teeth, but otherwise they were very winsome. The Americans, however, delighted in astonishing the French by throwing 20 franc notes about, ordering champagne by the dozen, and otherwise behaving as If they were all millionaires. This had a very demoralizing effect upon the Maison Hogrelle, and when the writer returned there in the fall of 1018, after the number of Americans ■ ■ . .

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Hour after hour, the two men rods side by side. Occasionally Winton ventured some remark, but the judge hardly answered him; he was brooding, with his head sunk on his breast. Winton was lost in dreams of Sheila. After a long time, In the broiling heat of the noon sun. he saw the faint outlines of the distant hills before him. First they were a blue line against the sky, then a patch of green against the brown of the desert. He? pointed them out to Ms companion, but the Judge only looked' up, nodded, and resumed his brooding. Presently he raised his head, and Winton was alarmed to see the light of the deadly purpose in his eyes. “He’ll make for there, Garrett," he said. “Seaton?” Judge Davis nodded. “They told me last night," he answered. "Thai’s why I wanted to give him a night s start. He’ll have made that place by now. I’ve been there —long ago. We’ll meet It will be the fulfillment of a quest that occupied a great part oi my time years ago, Garrett; I put it aside, but I never abandoned it altogether, and now I've taken it up again." It occurred to Winton that if Judge Davis went inad. he would go mad In precisely that cool, methodical way. He wondered if be was armed, and what he would do If he and Seaton met. And he cursed himself for not having reflected that such' a meeting was highly probable. He had a fleetin t idea of attempting physical restrdint, but he aban doned the Idea instantly. Whatever needed to be done must be done when the time arrived. The distant hills grew nearer. Green valleys and precipitous heights appeared. The sun was at the zenith. The horses walked with hanging heads, panting. Not a living thing appeared on the vast plain except the steeds and their riders. But presently Winton caught sight of something on the far horizon that looked like a vast flock of sheep. Yet surely no man had ever owned so large a herd. It formed a wide arc. miles In length, along the edge of the desert. It was a mirage, of course. But, even so, somewhere the reality existed; and Winton, more puzzled than ever, followed it with his eyes as he rode on, wondering when it would disappear. It did not disappear. The entire herd seemed moving In the direction of the hills, now about four miles away, traveling almost parallel with the .horses, yet with sufficient inclination to make It probable that, if it were indeed a real herd. It would pass Into the valley toward which the riders were making. At last Winton called the Judge’s attention to the flock. But Judge Davis, seeming hardly to be aware of his presence, shook himself impatiently and rode on, immersed in his morbid introspection. The flock appeared to keep pace with the. horses, and It was now clearly converging toward the pass. Winton, watching it, abandoned the idea that it was a mirage. Yet it could not possibly be any man’s Cock. There were hundreds of thousands of the animals, moving, apparently, without herdsmen. The valley opened before them. Winton recognized his location; the native village was not far away. The riders were already ascending into the foothills. As they rounded one of the bases of the mountain chain Winton looked back, and saw the herd much nearer. Then it was lost to sight, and he thought no longer of the prodigy In thinking of Sheila. They rode along the winding pass, ascending, descending, until at last the cluster of beehive huts appeared in the distance. Suddenly Winton saw that Judge Davis w*as clutching a revolver in bis hand. The sight shocked but less than the look which Davis’ face bad now assumed. If Seaton was In the village there would be murder. Winton tried to take the weapon gently from DavUf hand; but with an adroit movement, as If he had been on guard all the time, the Judge wrenched himself away, and suddenly spurred the horse he rode, which darted on ahead down the valley. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

to France had risen from 200,000 to 2,000,000, the price of a chicken supper was 40 francs, champagne extra at 15 francs the bottle. Vivienne was w—ring corsets, so that she looked like a pulow with a string tied about its middle. and Germaine had a set of false teeth.-—Adventure Magazine. Liberian* Pawn Children. Sons and daughters are frequentlj pawned in Liberia when the head ot the family is to need of money, and seldom are they redeemed. Giris are highly valued by the natives In the interior of Liberia, because the parents receive a dowry from the husband when a daughter marries, and even after the wedding they can, at any time, demand more from the husband. Fourteen years Is the age a' which many of the girls marry. A Wise Man. Wise Is the man who lets his wtf* have her own way just to spite himself for having married her. Art is always abundant enough to cover aR, if parsimony will permit it .. . ... .

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