The Syracuse Journal, Volume 20, Number 7, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 16 June 1927 — Page 2

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What was ouce the thriving little town of Gilboa, N. Y. Is now the Schoharie reservoir, which via the Ashokan reservoir, supplies New York city with about 22.00ft.00ft.000 gallons of water. The former town Is now covered by 150 feet of water. The photograph gives a general view of the Gilboa dam and the Schoharie reservoir. —

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GETS HUSBAND’S SEAT

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Mrs. Ijiura Naplln U the first woman to occupy a seat In the Minnesota state senate. She was chosen to sue reed her husand who died during the ret-ent session of the senate. She took over her duties during the closing weeks <>f the session. •

NORTH POLE FLYER

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Spec‘tally posed photograph us Commander Richard E. Byrd, hero of the flight over the North pole. Baltimore's Distinction The first umbrella factory in this country was established In Baltimore. M<L. and Is still in operation. It Is said that tbe first umbrella to reach America was taken to Baltimore and was first carried In that city. World's Work Meat of'the world’s work is done >y the plodders and pl aggers who. wishing ft»r tbe heights, hare gone ahead and done the best they could in the valley —-Holton Signal.

To Satisfy Gotham’s Great Thirst

Chinese Nationalists Take Shanghai

Coolidge Has Lame Wrist

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Photograph shows President Coolidge with his right hand and wrist ; encased in a bandage. The Chief Executive la able to use his hand for signing pa;»er*.

“The Goddess of Victory” Unearthed

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The Roman ’Goddess of Victory." which was recently unearthed at Tunis, now adorns the hnvigerie museum at Carthage.

SHORT ITEMS OF INTEREST

Smoke records in Pittsburgh show that about 80 per cent of the dense smoke has been eliminated since 1914. Experiments in Japan indicate that moving-picture lessons tire the Japanese children more quickly than lectures or concerts. ft Is estimated that there, are three times as many motion-picture projectors in private homes ia the United States an in theaters. _

The Liberty bell was cast in London in 1752 and recast the next year tn Philadelphia. Charlotte Cushman, who gained the Hall of Fame in 1915. was the first person of the rheatericai profession to win that honor. Basket ball is tbe invention of Dr. James Naismlth. who devised the game In 1891 when be was a student at Plainfield Mass.

THE SYRACUSE JOURNAL

The Leading Laay

„ t* _ CHAPTER X To the outside eye Anne had presented no more dolorous and dejected an aspect than any of the others. No one. not even Bassett, noticed that her demeanor was in any way other than what might have been expected. they been able to see into her mind the group at Gull Island would have received Its second staggering shock. She kept as much to herself as she could without rousing curiosity. She bad to think and to be alone where she would focus her thoughts, bold them trained on what she knew and what might develop. She wanted to keep her mind on the main issue, inhibit any fruitless speculations, wait and be ready. Joe was on the island and with the guarded causeway would stay on the island Uli after they had gone. Her hope, giving her strength to go through the automatic actions of behavior, was, that suspicion not being directed to him, he could lie hidden till they left and then make his getaway. She knew that Gabriel had gone to White Beach for a week's deep-sea fishing, and Gabriel was the one person besides herself who knew that Joe had not crossed to the mainland. They surely would be moved away before a week and if, during that time, the belief that be had gone remained unshaken, he was safe. So far she was confident that no suspicion had touched him. She did not see how it could. They were all satisfied that he had left, her answer to Rawson had been accepted in good faith. There would be no investigat-4 Ing of his movements for there would be no reason for doing it. % He had passed outside the circle of the tragedy, was eliminated as the actors were who had gone on the earlier boat. if they didn't find him! Where was he? He had entered the living room by the door that led to the kitchen wing and rear staircase. That would look as if he was in the house. But she knew that no doors were locked on Gull island and that he might have come from outside, choosing a passage through the darkened building rather than expose himself to the moonlight If he was in the house he must be in the vacant top story and she was certain —every sound of heavy footsteps had been noted by her listening ears—that the men had not been there yet. That would argue that they felt no need of hurry. What conclusions were they coming to behind the closed doors of the library—had they fixed on some one of the party, the obvious ones. Flora or Stokes? She checked these disintegrating surmises, drew her mind back with a fierce tug of will. That would come later. If Joe got away she would tell, confess it all, go to jail. It didn’t matter, what happened then. Only what was here before ber counted now. When the search of the Island started she went up to the side of the gallery that skirted the line of windows. The group of men came into ber line of vision, moving across the tlat land between the house and the ocean. She sat crouched, watching with set Jaw. Presently they dropped over the edges of the cliffs, then inarticulate surges of prayer rose in her. blind pleadings; and, her hands clasped against her breast, she rocked back and forth as if in unassuagable pain. But they always reappeared without him, went down again, came up. scrambling through the stony mouths of ravines—always without him. When they returned to the house, she fell back in the chair, her eyes closed, whispering broken words of thanksgiving. With her breath and her voice under control she went downstairs. She knew now that he must be in the horn?. After lunch she drifted out on the balcony with the others and from there saw Bassett and the two officers of the law go down the path to the pine grove. Following Sybil’s movements on the Point—that would take them some time. Mrs. Cornell said she was going to the kitchen to help Miss Pinkney (If It wasn't for that work she thought she’d go craxy), and she advised Anne to go upstairs and lie down. “You look like the wrath of God. honey.** she said, hooking ber hand through Anne's arm and drawing her with her. “You can’t sleep, no one experts that of you. But stretch out on the fc**d and relax —you get some sort of res» that way.** Anne went vefth her, Mrs. Cornell s step dropping to a crawling pace as they crossed the liviag room, her arm drawing Anne closer, her hearty voice dwindled to a whisper: “Do you know anything?* “No, bow should I? Do yon think they have any one In mind?” “They have two, dearie, as we ai*. have" They had reached the door and she opened it warily. “And one moment I'm thinking it's one and the next moment I’m thinking it’s the other and the third moment I’m thinking it’s neither of them." They passed through the doorway and went down the hall, stopping at the foot of the stairs. Mrs. Cornell offered a last consoling word: “You can be thankful for one thing, Anne. Joe’s not being here." -jour “Oh. I’m not saying he had anything to do with it. But these cases—you read about them in the papers. Every little thing traced up. And she and Joe having been at loggerheads they’d be pouncing on that—-not telling you anything, sending up your blood pressure with their questions. You’re spared that and it's worth keeping your mind on. Nothing so bad but what it might be worse." She went on down the hall. Anne, on the stairs, waited till she heard the sound of the opening door and Miss Pinkney’s welcoming voice, then she stole upward very softly. She did not go to her room as Mrs. Cornell had advised, but tiptoed to thb end of the

♦ ByGERALDINE BONNER f WNT Service (Coprriaht by The Bobba-MerrlH Co.> hall where the staircase led to the top story. She ascended with delicate carefulness letting her weight come gradually on each step. Despite ber precautions the boards creaked. The sounds seemed portentously loud in the deep quiet and she stopped for the silence to absorb them, and then, with chary foot, went on. At the top she stood, subduing ' her deep-drawn breaths, looking, listening. The middle of the floor was occupied by a spacious central hall furnished as a parlor and lit by a skylight. Giving on It were numerous small bedrooms, the doors open. The stirrings of the curtains, billowing out and drooping, were the only movements In the place. She moved to the middle of the room and sent her voice out in a whisper: “Joe. Joe —are you here? It’s Anne.’’ Her ears were strained for an answering whisper, her eyes swept about for a shape creeping into view, but the silence was unbroken, the emptiness undisturbed. She entered the rooms, peered about, opened cup-

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“I Thought I Was Never tioing to Get a Word With You," He Said. boards, looked for signs of occupation. Again nothing—vacancy, dust in a film on the bureau tops, beds untouched tn meticulous smoothness. One door was closed, near the stairhead. Opening this she looked Into a storeroom, a large, dark interior lit by two small windows. They were dust-grimed, and .the light came in dimly, showing upturned trunks and boxes, pieces of furniture, lines of clothes hanging on the walls. “Here,” she thought, ami with her heart leaping tn her throat, crossed the threshold: “Joe, it’s Anne. Fve come to help you.’’ -< Nothing stirred tn the encumbered space, no stealthy body detached itself from the shadows. “Oh. answer me if you’re there !JJ Her voice rose the shade of a tone. It came back from the raftered roof In smothered supplication; the silence it had severed closed again, deep and secretive. She feared to stay longer and slipped, wraithlike, down the stairs. In her room she sat down and considered. He must have been there. Where else could he be unless in one of the unoccupied apartments in the lower floors. But he hardly would have dared that with people coming and going. He had been afraid, doubted her as he had always done, or possibly found a hiding place too shut away fpr her whisper to penetrate. Tonight she would have to- get food to him. take it up when the men were in the library and the others safe in their rooms. She could do nothing more and went downstairs in the hope of see-

»X»X»X«X»X»X»X»X»X»X»X»X»X»X»X»X»X»X’B>X»X< > X»X»X»X<‘X»X<) Just Why One Mother Moved From Big City

It gives one to think, as the French say. The happening was this: The youngest and prettiest of a group of cliff dwellers in a certain apartment house was giving a farewell card party to her most intimate friends just before moving into a small and unpretentious suburban home. There was an insistent chorus of “Why do you do It?" “For Patricia’s sake.” replied the youngest and prettiest. "But Patricia’s only a baby. What will country life mean to her?” came the response from the others, who had agreed that to move to an unfashionable suburb was to commit social suicide in a very unpicturesque way. “Patricia is four." explained her mother, ‘and I thought it didn’t matter where she lived, so long as I followed all the newest rules for making better babies, until one day by chance I took her with me on an errand that required going a little way into the suburbs. “We passed some snug little houses with snug little lawns, utterly uninteresting except for groups of youngsters tumbling about on the. grass. . 1 1 —— His Mistake Sydney Smith, preaching a charity sermon, frequently repeated the assertidb that of all the nations Englishmen were most distinguished for generosity and love of their species. The collection happened to be inferior to bls expectations, whereupon he said that he had evidently made a great mKr^ke—that his expression should have been that they were distinguished tor the love of their specie. ’ - ■ ' '—j . ,

— tng Bassett. Since morning she had longed for a word with him. Not that she had any idea of telling him. the direful secret was hers alone to be confessed later on some awful day of reckoning and retribution. But she wanted to see him, get courage from his presence, feel the solace of his arm about her. She was so lonely with her intolerable burden. The living room was ’ empty, but listening at the hall door she heard the murmur of men’s voices in the library. They were tn conference again and might be long. She passed out into the garden and sank down on one of the benches. The breeze moved among the flowers and sent shivers down the great wisteria vine trained up the house wall and ascending to the chimneys. She looked at it, its drooping foliage, stirred by a quivering unrest, showing the fibrous branches intertwined like ropes—an old vine such as city dwellers seldom see. There were clouds tn the sky. hurrying white masses driving inland and carrying the breath of fog. They had blotted out the sun and were sweeping their torn edges over the blue. If they kept on it would be dark tonight—no moon—but there was the man at the causeway. She sat with drooped head in»mersed in thought, her hands threM into the pockets of her sweater. Il was thus that Bassett found her. Life leaped into her face at his voice and she g stretched a hand toward him “Oh. I’ve been" 6 hoping to see you," she breathed, already trained to a lowwariness of tone. The words, the gesture, pierced his heart. She looked so disconsolate, so wan. her face the pallor of ivory, her black hair always shining smooth, pushed back from her brow in roughened strands. He had charged himself to keep from her any knowledge of the interest in Joe. but had he been of the loose-tongued sort that unburdened itself, the sight of her devastated beauty would have sealed his lips. “I thought I was never going to get a word with you.” he said. “This is the first moment I've had. How are you?” She asserted her well-being, and he studied her face with anxious eyes. “Dear Anne,” he murmured, and lifting her hanfl. pressed it to his lips. The two hands remained -together, the woman s npcurled inside the man’s enveloping “That faint feeling last night. I suppose that will bleach you out for a whil’e?" “Oh. I’m all over that It was a crazy thing for me to do, going down and then knocking the lamp over. They didn’t think anything of It. did they?” “Anything of It? Why no. what would they think? You explained It to them and they were satisfied with what you said. And afterward I told Williams that he could absolutely trust your word.” “I gave a great deal of trouble and —” Her voice was husky and she cleared her throat. After a moment she went on: “I suppose you can’t tell me anything—anything of what they’re doing?” “No. It’s all a mess so far—feeling about In the dark —nothing sure.” “But they must be feeling about after some one?” “Darling, what’s the good of talking about it? We many minutes together and we don’t want to ( spoil them. Let’s try to forget just while we’re here.” “Forget!” she exclaimed. “Nothing would make me do that but being dead myself.” She leaned her head on his shoulder and drew her 'hand from his to clasp it round his arm. He said nothing for a moment, perturbed by her words and tone. He bad thought of getting her away, having her moved to Hayworth. Now he felt he must do it at once, the shadow of the tragedy was too dark on her spirit “I’ve got to get her out of here ’f I go to jail for it,” he said to himself “She can’t stand much more of thia.” (TO BE CONTINUED.)’

playing tag. hide and seek —all the things real live children do. 1 heard a long sigh from Patsey and a pathetic little voice with a tone of.pre- - mature patience said: 'Mother, I wish we could live in a house that grows on the ground.’"—New York Sun. Caves of Elephanta Not far from Bombay, India, are the famous caves of Elephanta. Elephanta Is an island long held as a sacred place by orientals. The name was given by the Portuguese from- a colossal sculpture of an elephant. A series of subterranean temples are hewn right out of the solid rock. Columns of the natural rock are left standing to support the roof, says the Cleveland Plain Dealer. Spread the Gospel William Carey, born 1761. was an English shoemaker who at the age of twenty-five had acquired a liberal edir cation and became a Baptist minister. During his pastorate he studied Greek. Latin and jlebrew, and in 1793 was sent out as the first Baptist missionary to India. Through his efforts ths Bible, or the greater part of it, was translated into 40 different language! and dialects. Opportunity for Science Nets have been designed so that aviators may capture for entomologists strange insects which infest the upper strata of the atmosphere. What a debt will be owed to science if experiments in inter-breeding with earthbound pests produce a hybrid that inherits an instinct for the ratified altitudes.

Bit [/ v Humorous {' 7 jL

AN EXAMPLE TO OTHERS The treatment of prisoners ta Ona South Australian jail is remarkably humane. A regular visitor inquired recently regarding an old offender: “What’s wrong with Bill? He seemn to have a grouch?" “No wonder.” said one of his mates! “He threatened the warden with • shovel today and now they won’t let him go to choir practice.”

STUCK UP 1 1 * Jz He—Y’ don’t need t* feel so stuck ap Just because your dad made all his dough in glue. A Poser Blinks —My kid floored me with » question today. Jinks—ls that unusual? Blinks —No, but this was a knockout 1 gave him a penny aqd he asked me to please tell him just what he could do with a penny, and 1 had to give him a quarter to sidestep the answer. The Miracle Woman Mr. Shrimp—Can you read the past as well aa the future? Madame Goochi —Sir, the past is to me an open book. « “Then you’re bn a dollar if you pan tell me what my wife said to bring home fortea —pork sausages or. pig*’ feet’’ —Sydney Bulletin. Rotariane A young lady pupil at the Gothgm Normal school took notice of one of the little wheel-like ventilators that bad been set tn one of the windows of. a house she was passing. She gazed at it with some interest. “Huh!” she finally concluded, "those: folks there must be Rotariahs.” Find the Man “Fighting is all right, provided yoa do it intelligently.” "Yes. but you can’t always find a man smaller than yourself.”—London Answers.

HAS A GOOD DRIVER -*M j 1 i “He says he’s going along the road to success at a lively gait now.” “So he Is—with his wife driving.* Perennial Maude —Did you find you had sup* plies enough for your unexpected guests? . Beatrix —Everything gave out but the scandal. Passing It Along Madge—Are you going to return tha poor fellow’s ring? Marie (who has broken her engagement) —I suppose he’ll propose to you now, and I thought I’d just hand it •ver to you to save the bother. Proving the Punch Rlter—So you think my novel ha* a real punch to it. Rotter—Sure thing! You ought to have seen the way it put me to sleep. —Boston Transcript _ I ■ Rather Suspicious Dudley—What makes you think that your wife got your money? Jenkins —Well, I’m not sure about ft. but I reached in my pants pocket this morning and instead of finding my bank roll 1 found a thimble. Better to Eat "These are our goldfish,” said on# small boy to another. "Do you have goldfish ?*’ “No, my mother only buys sardines.’*—Karikaturen. Oslo. A Real One Motorist—That buggy of yours !• out of date. If you owned a car you could throw your foot against the accelerator and get a thrill, old scout. Farmer—ls you want a thrill, young man, climb into this buggy and tbtow your foot* against this horse’s tail. His Painful Duty “Judge, 1 suppose you dislike sending people to >11?” , “Ok that’s mild as compared with compelling them to do Jury service.*