The Syracuse Journal, Volume 25, Number 4, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 19 May 1932 — Page 7

The Vale of Aragon By Fred McLaughlin. of "The Blade of Picardy" Copyrtcht by Bobtw-Merrill Co. (WNV Service)

THE STORY In the city of New Orleans, In 1821,. Eoren Garde; recently an officer under General Jackson,' !* surprised l?y the, appearance of / threp figures, in ancient Spanish costume, two men an'd a woman whose beauty enchants him. ResentlrijK the arrogance of the elder <>f the two men. Garde fights a dutfl with him with swords, and wpundfs s hiro. He learns his , opponent is .\d Ifo de Fuente*. n<>! in the jjrn'msh army in \ < neziuela. Garde overhears a plot to overthrow Spanish rule in Venezuela. Discovered’, he < fights! but is overpowered. Garde finds himself a prisoner on th* ; Santa Lucrecii, -ship bearing arms and, ammunition for the Venezuelans, on‘board are th* cbfispirators, the;'lady of his love. , her brother Polito, and be Fuentes. Front the . girl. Gardelearns her name fs’Dulce tiua. He loves her. but does not -. r.-ven! his love. The vessel is wrecked and Garde reaches the ■ Venezuelan shore, alone. He encounters a stranger and sees ’ Dulce with De Fuentes and. I*o-.. lii-o. Learning his history, the stiranger, who is Captain Monahai> of the British legion und. r ItedHar. urges Garde to Join the VenezU' laj s, but his mind -Is set on again seidiig Dulce Monahan directs him to friends m. Caracas. Thor* Gard.-, supplied han with th* secret sign of the patriots. Is w < loomed at the revolutionary headquarters, ■

CHAPTER IV—Continued —7— ' • t.'li.o,cy. ro„'!j.(C He knew that the bs'creiN. most. of w hom .Web . ItHlsi I"’. appeAs. ■so jlie i.ad d-I.V ■ •Now I‘etlro, I'arrizal in agaiiii “Yes .'<‘ll saw our nmialile Manuel; and tell us why he dislikes the flavor of your fist." ■ . , "Assuredly,”, said I. mixing men■l<!a< city and. truth ; "w<- had some w ords at I.a Gtiaira, and ManutTsknlfe. by chance! was ahnver than my list; therefore my lungs nre still intact, While his teeth, aS you 'might 'see., at* ImrrUy .Company front.*' The swarthy sailor offered a .sour .••tulle at this, stud the crowd, laughing, wont back to .card games and drinks M.ijmel turned to Uurrlzal and be stowe-i auoti e; Wink. ' I wog’B speak - with, this fellow oggUor privately. Pedro" \V 1 eretipoji.. the bartender < ■ ■ ' ,S nnd • '-ed It after ns;, nnd Manuel, ■>l.Hiding with. Tils back against it. tin s a gleaming knife from .Cs i>elt, i'kiow come you here, Senor?. I •aw you fall Into the s< a.” •.*• - ' 1 he sea. w.is ..kimi. tome. Manuel, as, well as the wind and thirt knife '' .■'.! ’still be slower than <ny flsi." 'T . life Is f>. felt .In < Seimr Garde. When . that dye has been removed t! e Coloj.el Fuentes w ill be pleased to see you. far he loves you nW’at all; neither, will the cause of fe\•:, pa-si;. 2. ' 'And when I tell him of my mas •fluer.ide as. Sah Isidro in New Orleans, and wliat I saw and bearll?" Manuel swore, ami then laughed. “Your Interest, 1 think, fa nbt with Venezuela, nor with Spain-” "Never b; a M. rm l, for- I ' looked upon the dead City of Tucayan.” . • • ' _ He replacis! his knife In the scale bard at his J belt. “I have b.-ard, of ■ what Morales did to Tucayan; It Is merely, one of .the many payments ■ that we will have to make to purchase freedom. Hut freedom. at any price, fa cheap." My heart suddenly warmed to this ■eiri.i’'t patriot-. “I met nn Irish sol<t 'T on the road," 1 s.iiij. ie’aptaln Monahan, ope of the British legton, who offered me his trust, He helped nie change the complexion <«f my face nnd hair, and he referred me to Tomas Carrasco and > the Cantina ■ Merida.** " "Ahd the sign of the Snci.edad Patri-eli.-n ■ ■ “He giivb me that as well." •‘Your life in this city, Se,nor. will not be worth a Silver real when Fuentes finds you out. He has little cause to love <>ne" who,-in the space of an hottr, vanquishes him with the sword •nd steals the .heart of his lady." “How can you know that,Manuel?” I cried hopefully. "A mere matter of logic, a simple thing Indeed. New Orleans was fllleil, one brilliant moonlit night. t with the hue and cry of the chase, and the quarry was a tail, hatless, 4 fair-haired man who had stabbed the noble Colonel Fuentes during the course of a due s l In the Plate dhlrmes. We found, hiding in the apse reserved for San Isidro, such a man. who afterward refused to leave the Santa Luerecia at the safe port of Coatzacoalbs. Besides. the lady capMvto see Jhlm In his prison, and sought hhn oui again In the fury of the storm. The lady Journeys to Caracas add the Viking dyes his hair ami bdatd and face and follows her, only to! put his foolish head Into d noose.” !' “Until the noose tightens. Mien Manuel." I said, “my foolish head is safe. It is a long way from Spain to-the cathedral, and I Intend—" The sailor gave himself over to boisterous laughter. “But the cathedral has been reached, Senor, the Journey ended, for. the £en*»rUa Dulce La mart in a will be married today at high noon—which. Is within the hour—, to Colonel Adolfo de Fuentes, military" •ide of ta Torrf." “Name of G—4!” “The truth,” said Mauoel; catches you—no?** He grtnhdtt “How ?Will your efficient fists take care of such a cathedral, or—T*

"We can, at least, Manuel, go to the wedding.’’ •Madness, Senor I. Surely you would not do so wild'a thing I” > 1 “Why not? Is not the wedding h public affair? I have taken care of myself for many years. Manuel, and expect to do .so ifmny more. If you hesitate to accompany me, or fear that evil might befall —” “Not at all." he cried, .in high good humor now; "1 wouldn't miss it for the finest ship in the Indies !” As we entered the ,soft gloom of the cathedral my heart wa< beating a swift tattoo against my ribs, my breathing was the labored breath of the spent runner, and iny body shook in the palsy of arrant fear. I had piegun to cherish a faint hope that a portion of the> Nenorita's love had bt*en bestowed-“ Upon me. She had come to hiy prison, had tried to save me; she had Sought, me out in the fury of the storm, and the light in her eye*when shethad found nif • • • i** l • 'But -who was Adolfo, what had he done to win her? Why should she marry this drunken Spaniard, whose loves were legion? When I had saved her. and brought her to those in the lifeboat, Adolfo had tried to kill me. A Wild rage p.-se-s. d me. De Fuentes would never marry her; I would throw myself upon him at the altar, I would put my fingers around his throat and hold them there until he died, and nil the powers in the great cathedral would not Afop tne. I would tear . . . A quieting hand was laid upon my arm and Manuel's warning whisper ' ■ Ml “Senor Moon-WraltK." came to me' “Do yvu shake the roof from the building, fool? One is watched here . . ” As we moved slowly down the wide a.sle 1 could see that -.the spacious was t.iicd. An usher seated us than twenty, feet-,'from the altar; w-e thanked him and, settled at la-t, i.stea, 1 to the sa;-;--'essed :.air mur that went up from the waiting crowd. “Yonder," Said'Manuel, pointing a prudent thumb, "is Morales, who acts fdr La Torre." (, - . I studied the colli dignified man who bote with evident prldej-tbe gaudy trappings of his rank. - llqd *1 never seen the city of Tucayan 1 sltohtd have disliked this cynical Spaniard' whose f ace was set In a mask of cruelty and whose eyes were veiled by heavy lids half closed us though to conceal ins crafty thoughts. This man, then, with the power of Spain at his call, bad laid bis hand upon a city, and had destroyed all the life it held. It hadn't been a gesture of war, 1 remembered, for not ts man in Tucayan was armed, A deed of senseless brutality—no less—this destruction of a helph-s town and the slaughter of its people. If Morales represented Spanish metinals In Venextiela the cause of Bolivar, 1 reasoned, was just. ■ •■., ■ . -' . ■ Hot anger burned within me. the racing Wood pounded at my temples and, (falling to trembling again, I gripped my fingers and ground my teeth in a fury of impotence. The glorious t-amartina was marrying the aide of this monster. aH»krf:e coione! s tion of the Butcher mjul earned for him already a reputatitfn as im famous as that of his chief. Now MantfeF touched my arm. “B'areful, my frieml." he whimpered: "such waUguaut b-k- ill b.-. N wedding. If you would conserve your life you must control your fare.” I had come to realize at last that, behind the unfavored face of the swarthy and dever Manuel lay

Horse-Racing Shown to Be Very Ancient Sport

Horse-niclng was the kings at least 5,000 years Recently there have been discovered •in Mesopotamla 4 rome KllUte insnjytfons dating from more titan !.'»•' xesre B. C., which contain cwivi’leU I 'lustructions for the training of candidates for big Wires:- ITofessor Hronxy of the University of Prague has. the inscriptions, and it Is astonishing to find how methodical were the trainers of those far-off days. The animals were first got Iqto condition by • diet which aimed at removing all •nrptos*flesh, and baths are also recommended In the Inscription. Sjwed »>-. ' Belief Long Held The earliest e of the Idea omn las moral responsibilities, ffnd'tnat fibilctty fn the next world depends upon character in .his. is found y Jisypu a# coffins dating back B. C.

thoughts most beautiful and profound; and I wondered vaguely what manner of man might be this Bolivar, the father of the revolution; wherein lay his hold upon ids people. •Francisco had said to me: “If Venezuela J had a thousand men like you. Senor. she would win her independence out of hand.” Well, why not; could this game we call life offer to me any more fascinating sport? And if Bolivar were half the man that his amazing power over the people of Venezuela warned to indicate, then service under him would be a glorious thing. The swelling murmur of the throng was stilled with startling suddenness, and a silver thread of music filled the air. It deepened into the slow harmony of a march and. in time with it. came a muffled sound of footfalls. I bowed my head, for 1 dared not look. They were coming down the aisle beside us. After an interminable wait the priest s drep voice tilled the cathedral i with toneless sound. I heard nothing of what he said: I cou|d not even raise my eyes. She Was marrying him, marrying that craven Spaniard. Wherein had I failed ; had 1 followed her for this —to sit idly while she gave bersdf in marriage to Adolfo, to wait in muted impotence While another man . . . ? > I lifted my head at last and looked at them. before the tall, serene, black-robed priest:. Adolfo in the brilliant Uniform of his rank. with I-his arm free now. ami she iti white, as fair, and as pale, as a lily. l\ilitp. garbed as’a lieutenant in the service of his majesty, Ferdinand Vl|. stood beside, her. his head swathed in a -liand'age < and * other around hjs ‘throat. .. ! My mad worship drew my ?ylps tn her . downcast face and hehi them there. I saw again the temler curve of her cheek, ami the sweetly pointing chin, which trembled, else my eyes were playing me false; tiny black curls touched an ear and caressed her neck, and her bosom rose and fell in an emotion beyond her control. The incongruous thought came to me that she seemed Just like a little girl about to cry. 1 looked ami looked, filling my soul with her beauty; I gripped the carved bench In front of me-and held myself rigid, concentrating every faculty into the intensity of my regard. Polito ■ offered •oinetbing to thy colonel —a ring, I supposed. The calm father spoke to the Senorita and she extended one slender hand. It raised slowly, as though it were lifting the weight of the world, and her eyes cameS Up with it. I searched her face eagerly now, drinking in her loveliness. I would : live this love of mine during the minute or t wo that she might still remain the Senorita I.a.martina. and then—j free of Caracas—l would seek fbrgeti’fulness in arms under the banner of Bolivar, for .1 could never go batik : again to the peace and quiet of the l great plantations. "Dfos." said Manuel in an anxious whisper, “she Inis seen thee!” Now. I realized that the Senorita Pulce trad found my eyes. She was lifeking past the colonel’s shoulder; her lips were parted, her eyes wide, color came and went in her face, and a deep. Sigh escaped her. With outstretched hand pointing |n my direction she pushed past the prospective bridegreqin and started down the carpeted aisle toward me. She seetn?d like one who moves in ,t i trance, her eyes unseeing, her arms extended as though In supplication. Before she had taken two steps I was on my feet and. in three strides, stood before her. catching the swaying figure as it fell. ' | With a childlike sigh she snuggled Into the protection of my arm* “Sepor Moon-wraith.” she whispered In a tiny voire that was drowned IB the swelling lamentations that tilled the cathedral. She raised a hand. wonderamly, :md touched my darkened hair. “Is it . the Senor? I I ■.wctild-*-'*. i "Npne other ... . wliat have I. done Senorita?" , ■ ‘i •‘Hasten," said a rasping voice at my elbow; “you must escape.” "Save.thyself. ManueL good friend.* I said; "nothing they may do'to me— * I Now the crowd was upon tis in an. I overwhelming flood.. Polito—bls face I as black as a thunder-cloud—tore the precious burden from my arms, sol- | dlere barked orders, women screamed I :«n-l children tried shrilly. Thrusting bodies propelled me swiftly toward the wide doorway, out of which we tumbled in a scrambling heap.’ (TO BE CONTINUED.)

an 4 stamina were developed first by trotting and then by gallops over longer distances. Training as rale occnpled about six months. Other dlacoyeties show that horse-racing as a sport can be taken back to at least 3,000 B- C. Ancient “Trap Shooting** The origin ot trap shooting may be traced to the ancient pastime of popinjay shooting, a game practiced by the ancient Greeks and the expert bowmen of medieval times, wrote W. \V Greener, in “The Gun and Its Development." The popinjay was a stuffed pariot or fowl placed at the top of a pole, and used as a target; in some instances a living bird was used, a certain amount of liberty being given to it *!»> the length of the edrd used to secure it to the pole. Homer, la the “Iliad,” mentions popinjay shoot lug, a dove being the target.

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Sfn.fi ap ors IBM .?■* Mt Iffl t I / * - I”7 Ihkg- Jl Ir -I f '■f ‘.... A Singapore “Steam Roller.”

gt ii 1». C. > ’• WNU :*• ■ TlUk uncompleted British naval base at Singaport again may swarm with The b:rse has beep it political football in British official circles for more than a decade. Construction began In 1921 but before mu-h progress was made, the project, was interrupted by political , utitil In that year the' base ’site was the schne of much activity but work again was “haltedwhen the Labor party, which 'opposed the project, came into power. . To the military strategist, Singapore Is png of Britain's main links in its chain of defenses that stretch from Gibraltar through Malta, Suez, Aden and Ceylon, but to students of geography and, readers of fiction, it is'the "Crossroads of the Easte*~and a city where "East meets West." In all the swift, significant changes wrought by .white men in the East, no one event stands out more cons]iicuously than the rapid rise of Singapore. Front a jungle isle,where tigers ate men at night, to a magnificent city, tenth among the ports of the world, in less than a century! Its place (?n the map. its strategic position here at the crossroads of the East, forced it to a growth at once unique and astonJsJiing. ; Last year nearly 10,000 ships cut the cobalt-blue seas of the Malacca strait, tying, up the trade of Singapore with Europe. Africa, and India, wirh Australia, China, Japan, and the Americas. • Ami how Singaport came to be a city Is one of the latter-day romances of the Orient., Away back in history, before even the days of Marco Fold, the Malays had founded their powerful states and set up an empire on their peninsula. Then came the Portuguese and laid waste to the strongholds of the sultans, leaving colonists whose descendants, bearing long, aristocratic names fiddly out of place among Malay cognomens, are still found throughout the Indies. After the Portuguese came the Dutch, sweeping from Malacca to Manila, only to be followed later by the British, who, with their genius for colonization. are here to this day. It was this i British adventure, about' a hundrwl years, ago. that lured Stamford Raffles. born at sea. Into this restless region of the then unknown East? And Fate willed that he should found this great Singapore, Singapore was not conquered like Hindustan, nor acquired as a readymade colony, like Hongkong; It was, simply bought as New Y’ork was, and settled, when Sir Stamford, Raffles selected It as an outpost for British traders on the China route and purchased it for the East India company from the Sultan of Johore. It was a Jungle-Covered island then, peopled by a few score savage Malay fisherfolk. Now it is a Wonder city, with marble bank building* of singular beauty and great stone law courts and government ediflres and Christian churches —al) In striking contrast to the orna* mental Malay mosques, the carved temples of the Hindus, hnd the fantastic Joss houses of the Chinese. A Jungle Reclaimed. Through the thick Jungle, where once led only the elephant paths, wide, level roads have now been built, and the hoarse s<iuawk of the motor horn has drowned the fierce growls of the lurking tiger. < £’ Across “to the Johore mainland a great granite causeway has been thrown, and on up through the Malay peninsula the railways have been driven, till now Bangkok, a thousand miles away in Siam, is tied up by rail with Singapore, and on .to the northwest the rails are stretching out to Rangoon, to India, to the Persian frontier, soon to Bagdad, perhaps, and then on to Paris—the path of flying men from I»ndon to Sydney. Where once the choking Jungle crowded men back—a Jungle so thick that a man swimming in a stream could hardly land because vines and plants hugged so close to the water’s edge—-broad fields have now been cleared, and .Malaya plantations are among the ricnest in the world. Forty-five years ago a few Para rubber plants smuggled out of Brazil fruited here. Today, three-fourths of the world s rubber comes from this region. And in this magic development Americans have v played a leading role. This Malay peninsula, stretching hundreds of miles from the Siamese frontier down toward the equator, forms a vast humid region of dense

forests of jungle, wilts elephant snakes, and naked people, rice fields, rubber plantations, and tin mines. Few American tourists see it. / Singapore, built on>a tiny green isle of the'same name, which lies just off the end of the peninsula and nearly on the Equator, is the capital of the British crown colony commonly called the Straits Settlements, .This colony embraces, the 'Province Wellesley, the Dindings and Malacca on the mainland, and the islands of Vetoing and Singapore. The Federated Malay, states, on. the peninsula, comprise, the states of Perak. Selangor. Pahang, and , Negri Sembilari. Kuala Lumpur is the capital. e Just Opposite Singapore, on the mainland, is the Independent- native state of Joliore, which has its. own sultan, and government, but which Is under British protection, . More than fifty steamship lines and its cable j net and radio stations tie Singapore! up with adjacent regions, and British Malaya, the Dutch East Indies, and JSiam constitute a unit In commercial geography which centers at the grhat port. “The Melting Pot of Asia.” they call this prolific, potent peninsula, because of > the babel of races, colors, and castes which its wealth of rubber and tin has drawn to it. But in . all this industrial army of Europeans. Chinese. Japanese. Tamils, Hindus, and assorted ■ South Sea Islfinders, the Chinese iare the moW numerous, and powerful . ' .- The Malay himself is too lazy even to be a good fisherman. He-grows a little riele, a few' Coconuts, and nets the fish lie needs, but Nature is so kind that it is said one hour's effort a day will support him and his family. It is the Chinaman who is the tin miner, the farmer, shopkeeper, artisan, contractor, and financier. Nature's motion picture, ns your ship swings into the narrow, Othmile-Tong Singapore roads, is like a vision of some fabled Dream Isles of Delight. Fairy isles they seem, floating on a tUrquoise sea. wooded, jungle-gowned In-y brightest green. miraculously broken off and cast adrift from 'Sumatra and Malaya. - Cruising through these strait*, your ship creeps so close to certain isles that you can actually see the natives going about their daily life, and you can clearly niake out the Intimate details of the tiny palmdeaf shacks, which stand- on stiltlike piles out over the water. When Not «o Charming, But on certain hot. steamy days in early Autumn, when no air stirs and the tide has run very low, these islands, on closer inspection, are not all so chafmibg- Then the receding‘waters leave yast.- flat banks of slimy stinking mud. alive with crawling creatures purs'uell by long-legged birds; and the myriad mangrove trees that hug the shore < are left standing with their naked I crooked roots all exposed—an oddly (repellent picture, suggesting the wet. slippery coils of a million monster serpent®, their bodies all twisted togethlrr, seeming to crawl th and out of the foul steaming ooze. You are glad, then, 'when your ship has poked her restless nose past these reeking mud flats and you come to the anchorage, tying up amid as strange a fleet tys ever the sun shone op. Swarming about your ship in their fobbing canoes, boys come to dive for nickels, for do not ‘all American sahibs observe the'odd custom of throwing money into the sea as they approach a tropic port? The white man’s life today In Singapore. as in other tropic parts, is easy and comfortable. The British and American trading firms are all staffed, in the higher positions, by men from the home lands. Office hours are fairly short, down in this <equptorla! clime, for the white man must have more recreation than in the colder conptries of the north. Here, near the Equator, dasy and nights are about equal; toward dark the din of barter and sale subsides and Che streets begin to empty, The houseboat folk of the river and the wharf workers quiet down. Chinese shopkeepers shuffle out to put up their shutters. High above, the star pictures pf heaven are hung out—the sprawling Scorpion and the majestic Southern Cross. Long before ten o’clock this magic, mongrel city of tin, trade, nnd turbulence is sound asleep. f No speeding joy rider, owl car. or roofgarden jazz breaks the delicious stupor of its repose.

They’ve Never Tasted a Tonic!

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Music Calms the Deranged In the treatment of the insane patients at the Mercedes hospital in Buenos Aires, music has been found to be of great value in calming-the disturbed minds and In giving the inmates something to occupy themselves with. Every opportunity has been given to cultivate any musical possibilities of the inmates. A band and orchestra have been organized for some time and solo performances both vocal and instrumental Kave been encouraged to the fullest extent. Renewed interest on the part of the performers has been aroused recently by broadcasting their programs. The performers were instantly spurred on to greater proficiency by the knowledge that their music was reaching their homes and friends outside. Many of the patients have learned to play with great skill and feeling. Set aside 15 per cept for the expenses you hadn't counted on.

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