The Syracuse and Lake Wawasee Journal, Volume 14, Number 36, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 5 January 1922 — Page 7

THE GIRL, A HORSE AND A DOG - By FRANCIS LYNDE —=——====— , 4. Copyright by Charles Scribner’s Seas

“STANNIE, OLD BOY; THERE’S YOUR FORTUNE!” "Your portion as Grandfather Jasper's property was worth, mt * its latest valuation, something like t. safe repository, situated,between 105th and 110th degrees of longtiiude v'est from Greenwich, and the 35th and 1/Oth degrees north latitude. When you find it, you will be able to identify it by the pret'ence of a girl with brown hair and blue eyes and small mole on her left shoulder, a piebald horse which the girl rides, *and a dog with a split face half black and half white. You will be more than likely to find the three, together j and if you make ’the acquaintance of the g-irl, you’ll be on the trail of your legacy." And there’s that! Stanford Broughton is an attractive young society idler relying on the fortune his grandfather is going to l® av * him. But the will gives all the tangible property to Sanford’s cousin, ” e *cyAnd Percy writes Stannie, as in the foregoing, sagely adding, All you’ve got to do is to go to work and find it* So Stannie, shocked into reliance on his own resources, sets out. He finds the dog and the horse. Next he finds the girl. And then he discovers that the “perfectly safe repository” is a drowned-out gold mine. The mine was flooded and shut down, but as soon as Stannie gets to puttering around it he finds that other people, want it, just the same. In fact, they want it bad enough to try to kill off Stannie and the girl’s father, caretaker of the mine, in order to get possession. Rifles, dynamite, sulphur fumes—everything goes. Stannie gets his mad up and turns out to be a regular fellow. And as for the girl—she’s worth a dozen gold mines. Francis Lynde wrote this thoroughly good story. He long ago made himself famous by his railroad stories. Dollars to doughnuts he’s proud of this mining story!

CHAPTER I. Cousin Percy's Little Joke.' I suppose every one has had the experience of waking in the middle of the night to find everything perfectly still and quiet and normal, and yet with the impression persisting that there had been a tremendous crash of some sort just before the waking senses were alive enough to realize it. It was some such razing jolt as this that was given me on the morning when I was called In, with the other members of the family, to listen to the reading of my grandfather’s will. But, first, however, to give some Idea of the conditions precedent, as a lawyer would say. My father—good, •easy-going, comfort-loving Dad!— never owned what Grandfather Dudley, pursing Ids thin lips and snapping the words out, called “the money sense.” As an architect high in Ills profession and with fine artistic feeling for the beautiful in buildings, he earned a liberal income—and spent It: or so much of It that there was barely enough left after his death to provide for my mother and sister, and to keep me going, as you might say, in aa exteedingly modest manner. Without fork, I mean. I may as well confess. It once, that I had never acquired the fork habit. I was always “going to,” )ut it was so fatally easy to keep on postponing the chilling plunge. I suppose I had been ready on at least half a dozen occasions to take a dive into some pool with a salary attachment; but always some good friend would bob up to say, “Oh”, come on, Stannic, old man: we’re lacking just one more to make, up the bunch. Don’t be a clam. Time enough to settle down when you have to,” and then it would be all off. Besides, you pee, there was always Grandfather Jasper in the background. He had money—lashings of it, so we all believed; and it had been a family understanding for years that lie intended splitting the bulk of it, fiftyfifty, between my cousin Percy and me. Before we go any farther, let me set it down that Cousin Percy was—and is—all the seventeen different kinds of things that I am not, and never wished to be; smooth, neat, wellgroomed, a “grind” in college and a “perfect dear” with the girls, amiitious as the very devil, and tuensurhg his friends by the amount of “pull” fiey might be able to exert in his belalf; there you have him from the |rown of his well-brushed little head to his patent-leather pumps. “You’re a fright, Stanuie,” he would say, in his carefully polished diplomatic nymner—he had a billet in the Department of State at Washington, and was in training for the legation service abroad —“you are a perfect fright. Three whole years out of college, and you haven’t done a single, solitary useful thing yet. When aye you going to begin? And, incidentally, how long are you going to keep Lisette waiting?” Oh, Lord! —right there was another knot in the tangle—Lisette. We had agreed to agree—Lisette and I—some six months or so in advance of Grandfather Jasper’s death, and we were both perfectly well assured, and had assured each other a dozen times, that my income from Dad’s estate wasn’t more than half big enough to marry on. You see. It was this way; Lisette was one of a family of four girls in a mighty expensive household, and there wasn’t anything to leinn on on that side of the fence. Though, of course, tve never discussed it brutally in so liany words, we were waiting for that Ifty-fifty look-in at the will which fam|y tradition declared had already been |rawn up, signed, sealed, witnessed and put away in cold storage; otherwise in the safe-keeping of Grandfather Jasper’s family lawyer. All of whlcli may serve to bring us back to that nightmare effect registered at the start. When the Dudley will was taken out of the Icebox and read to the assembled members of the family, there were at least two shocking surprises. Jasper hadn’t been anywhere near as rich as we had all been thinking he was; ttyit his modest maimer of living had been, perhaps, as much a matter of necessity as of choice. Bad Investments —os, which the family had never heard so much as a whisper—had cut his fortune down to something less than half a ml 111 on, all told. That was shock

Number One; and shock Number Two was strictly personal to me: Grandfather Jasper had left me his love and best wishes, and-had willed the money and property-all of it, mind you—to Cousin Percy, giving as Ills reason that be thought Percy would make better use of it. Os course, I had everybody’s sympathy and condolence —even Percy’s, for that matter. My mother wept; and, ns I recall it, Lisette Aianaged to compass a tear or so When I told her what had happened; or rather what had so ignominlously failed to happen. “Whatever will you do?” she faltered. “I suppose you will really have to go to work now, .won’t you, Stannie?” “Perish the thought!” I told her; then I gave the good reasons why no hope for us iu that direction. “A fat chance Td have to earn any real money. I can navigate a yacht—a little, —drive a motor, ride a polo pony, and play a fair hand at bridge and the other great American game. I think these are the sum total of my shining accomplishments. Yon needn’t return the ring,” I grinned, seeing that she was looking at it rather regretfully. “You can wear it on some other finger, you know.” “Yes; I suppose I could do that,” she agreed; and I’m blest if she didn’t shift It to a finger of the other hand right there and then! It was less than a week after this litfle fade-out scene with Lisette that Percy’s letter came. This is what It said: “Dear Stannie: “I know just about how you felt last week when you heard Grandfather Jasper’s will read, and It Isn’t going to make you feel any better now when I tell you that I knew of its provisions more than a year ago. When the will was drawn, grandfather showed It to me, and gave me a sealed envelope, which I was to open after his death. That envelope, as I knew at the time, contained, among other things, a codicil to the Mill. By its provisions you are to receive a legacy under certain conditions which Mere to be revealed to you at such time as I might think best. “Your portion of Grandfather Jasper’s property M - as worth, at its latest valuation, something like $440,1)00. It lies in a perfectly safe repository, situated between the 105th and 110th degrees of longitude M-est from Greenwlch, and the 35th and 40th degrees north latitude. When you find it, yon Mill be able to Identify it by-the presence of a gltl with broM’n hair and blue eyes and small mole on her left shoulder, a piebald horse which the girl rides, and a dog with a split face —half black and half M'hlte. You will be more than likely to find the three together; and If you make the acquaintance of the girl, you’ll be on the trail of your legacy. “So there you are, Stannie, old hoy; there’s your fortune. All you’ve got to do is to go to M-ork and find it. Perhaps' by that time you Mill have acquired the working habit —Mhich is what Grandfather Jasper hoped might prove to be the case. “Wishing you great joy In your search, I am, “Your affectionate cousin, i “PERCY.” Naturally, I had a quiet little laugh over this screed of Percy’s, taking It for a joke; a poor joke and in rather bad taste, I thought. In that mood I handed the letter to Lisette for her to read. She didn’t laugh, but she did look a bit scornful and put about, if you know what I mean. “I don’t suppose the blue-eyed girl M'ould appeal to you,” she said, “though the horse and the dog might. When do you start?” We discovered that Meridian 105 west of Green Mich split the state of Colorado just beyond Denver, Colorado Springs and Pueblo, and the huntingground plotted out for me took in three-fourths of the remainder of the state, a slice of Utah, a good bit bigger slice of New Mexico, with a bite out of the northeastern corner of Arizona, just for good measure. “Me for the wild and woolly!” I brayed. “Don’t you see me rigged out Ift & nice, hairy pair .-of ‘shaps’ and riding hell-bent-for-leather—l believe that’s the phrase—over the snowcapped peaks or the boundless prairies, as the case may be? But just imagine

Percy the Immaculate pulling a bonehead joke like this!” “You are taking it for a joke?” she questioned. “Sure I am; and it’s a rather rotten one at that, I should say—considering the source." “Then you won’t go to look for the blue-eyed girl with nut-brown hair and the cunning little mole? Think of what you may be missing!” For just one crazy minute I had a hunch, or a premonition, or whatever you like to call It, that the letter might not be a joke. Grandfather Jasper had always been a bit eccentric —a rich man’s privilege and a rich old man’s Incontestable right. What If he had actually done this thing to me? —a thing scarcely less devastating than cutting me off without a penny? On the spur of the moment I said: “If I should go, would you wait for me, Lisette?” She took her time about answering —a good and sufficient plenty of It. “I think perhaps I’d better not change the ring hack, Stannie,” she said, sort of wintrlly. “If there is any money and you Should happen to find It, you would probably fling it all away before you could get back to Boston. Besides, there is the blue-eyed girl; if she should bring you a fortune, you’d have to marry her, wouldn't you? You are big arid strong, and —well —er —nice in a good many ways,* Stannie, and much too good-looking for your own good; but when you marry—if you do marry—you’d better be sure that tlve girl has money enough to buy her own hats. I haven’t enough, as you know.” “I know only too well that the love-In-a-cottage idea has never appealed to you,” I said, with the regretful stop pulled all the way out in deference to the sentimental decencies. "Not in the least, Stannie, dear; not In the littlest least." This appeared to be the end of our rather lukewarm love-dream, and to be really honest and aboveboard about it, I am obliged to confess that it didn’t break as many bones for me as I®suppose it should have. Anyway, a half-hour or so after I had said goodby to Lisette I met Jack Downing; and when he asked me if I didn’t want to go with him and a bunch of the fellows for a little spin down the coast of Maine in his motor cruiser, I fell for the invitation so suddenly that he hadn’t a ghost of a chance to back out, if he had wanted to. So, a few hours beyond that touching little scene at “The Rockerie,” you may figure me, if you please, spinning the wheel of one of the nattiest little boats on the North shore, with a fresh nor’easter blowing and the sea getting up to give me the time of my young life to hold the Guinevere to her course, nor’ nor’east, half a point east, as we lifted the Shoals on our port bow. In such jolly good company as we had aboard the stout ship Guinevere, three full days elapsed before a thought of Percy or his joke ever entered my head again; and It’s a ten-to-one shot that I wouldn’t have thought of him, or it, during the remainder of the cruise if we hadn’t been obliged to tie up at Rockland for motor repairs. This, as I recall it, was on the fourth day. and it was a dog that made me remember; a mongrel our that followed the motor repairman down to the wharf; a most disreputable looking mongrel, at that, but —by .Tove! he had the magic markings ! Half of his face, measuring from a line drawn straight down over the tip es his nose, was black, and the other half was a dingy, dirty white. So then I did a little rapid figuring on train schedules. If Percy had left Washington as I knew l\c was planning td, my diplomatic cousin should

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You Can Figure Me, if You Please, Spinning the Wheel of One of the Nattiest Little Boats on the North Shore. have been, at that figuring moment, just about due In San Francisco. That being the case, or the likelihood, I toddled up to the telegraph office and, sent a message, addressing It In care of the captain of whatever might be the pext steamer due to sail for ports in China. All I srild was: “Your letter was as funny as an hour In a dentist’s chair. Bon voyage to you.” „ Night found us still tied to the Rockland wharf; and Just as we were getting up from dinner In the yacht’s saloon, here came a boy with a tele-

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gram. The wire was from Percy, and it said: “Don’t be a pomplete fool. It was no joke at all. Ask my lawyer.” Even then, I didn’t go off at halfcock, though I have often been called an Impulsive Jackass. The thing was still too ridiculous to bite very hard. But farther along in the evening, when I got to thinking It over, and more especially when it was shoved in upon me that I really did owe It to Lisette not to turn down even the tenth part of a chance to provide her with the means of buying her future hats, the die was cast, as the play-writers say. I made some sort of a foolish excuse to Jack Downing and the other fellows, caught a night train for Boston, stopped off at the home station long enough to pack a couple of grips and to tell my mother and sister good-by. and the thing was—-oh, no; not done—nothing like that. It was only just begun. CHAPTER 11. A Needle in a Haystack. Since my happy hunting-ground began In the middle of Colorado, I took a ticket to Denver t’>y way of Chicago and Omaha. As I recall It now. It was after the train had passed North Platte that I first became sensibly conscious, as you might say, of the fact that the man in the opposite section of the sleeping-car had a little Pullman table set up in front of him, and was studying maps—and blue-prints. He was a rather efficient-looking fellow of maybe thirty-two or three, with dark hair and eyes, and what Lisette would have called a determined nose, and lie sported a heard and mustaches, nutbrown as to color, and neatly trimmed. Farther along we met in the smoking room, at a time when the stuffy little den had no other occupants. Mr. Opposite Section’s only cigar turned out to have a broken wrapper, so I naturally tendered my own pocket-case. That served to break the ice and we talked, dribbling along from one commonplace to another until finally Brown-beard said: “You don’t by any chance happen to be n mining engineer, do you?” “Far be it from me,” I laughed; “nothing so useful as that.” “I didn’t know,” he hastened to say, half apologetically. “I saw you studying maps as we came along.” • Now, ordinarily I’m apt to talk a lot too much about my own affairs —I’ll admit it; but this was one time when I had a sort of hunch not to. So I merely said: “I saw you doing the same thing.” “Sure you did,” he admitted cheerfully. Then he told me his name — which 1 got as Bullton, or Bulletin, or something like that—and said he was a mining engineer, which was the reason why lie had asked me If I wasn’t one. Past that, the talk ran mostly upon his profession, and since the; mysterious hunch was still nudging me, I let him have the floor, so to speak, figuring chiefly myself as a good listener. “Yes ; we do run across some rather queer propositions in our trade,” lie said, after lie had given me some sort of an idea of what a mining engineer’s job is like. “In my own experience, for example, the only sure shot I have ever had—or possibly ever will liavegot 4i way from me." It was up to me to bite, and, of course, I did it. “How was that?” “The man died,” he replied laconically. That sounded rather interesting, so I gave him another pinch. “Tell me about it; if it won’t bore you.” He grinned good-naturedly—and accepted another cigar out of my pocketcase. “You’ll be the one to be bored. It was tins way: A little over a ago I was on my way to Chicago with a report that I had been making on some properties in the Cripple Creek district. In the Denver-Omaha Pullman I fell in with a nice old gentleman who had been buying himself a gold brick in the shape of a flooded mine. The mine had at one time been a ‘producer,’ though not by any means what you’d call a ‘bonanza.’ After a rather extended dividend-paying period —1 don’t know just how long, though it was some years—the luck changed,, as sometimes happens. In sinking and drifting the operators had uncovered another vein which was exceedingly rich. Don’t let me talk your arm off.” “Go ahead,” said I. “My arms are insured.” "Well, at about the time that they struck this new underlying vein, they also struck water; so much of it as to lead them to suspect that they had tapped an underground lake. The old gentleman wasn’t exactly a woolly sheep—in the Wall Street sense of the term. He had owned stock in the mine ior a long time, and it had been paying him dividends, right along. So naturally, after the new strike was announced, he was perfectly wHling to own more. I don’t know what his investment was, but he gave me to understand that it was something like half a million. In less than a month after the deal was closed the mine was drowned and .went out of business.” “Still, I don’t see your lost opportunity,” I threw in. “I’m coming to that. As it happens, my specialty as an engineer is the unwatering of wet mines. The old gentleman had maps and profiles with him; the records of a very careful and excellent topographical survey. I’m reasonably, certain that I discovered a way In which that mine can be drained at comparatively small expense. “I told him I thought I could do it; but I didn’t give my plan away. Instead, 1 made him a proposition; of-

sered to undertake the drainage job at my own costs. If I should succeed, he was to deed me a fourth interest in the property. If I didn’t succeed, it wits to cost him nothing—sort of a contingent fee, as a lawyer would say.” I laughed. “You made an offer like that to a stranger? and on a mine that you had never seen?” He grinned good-naturedly and got back at me, quick. “All business is a taking of chances. As the matter stood at that stage of the game, I had everything to gain and nothing to lose, and the only chance I was taking was in the bet on my own ability as an engineer. The old man was a queer old codger in some respects ; as secretive and cautious as an old fox. For example: he had carefully clipped tiie name of the mine from the blue-prints and other papers, and in all our talk he never once let that name , slip, and never even mentioned the name of the district in which the mine was located. But in spite of all this caution he drew up a sort of option agreement with me. “We found a lawyer and had the agreement drawn up iu legal form. The time limit was to be a year, and each of us was to put up a thousand

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He Grinned Good-Naturedly and Accepted Another Cigar. dollars to make the agreement binding. If either of us should M-ish' to withdraw within that time, he Mas at liberty to do so by forfeiting his ante of a thousand dollars to the other. If neither of us Mithdrew by or before the end of the year, I Mas to be at liberty to go ahead with my drainage project, and the agreement bound the owner to*turn over a one-fourth Interest in Jhe property to me upon the completion of the job and the umvatering of the mine. “At the moment I M as under engagement to go to Peru for a Chicago syndicate. and I expected to be out of the United States for at least six months, and maybe leiiger, As it turned out, the South American job was a lot bigger than I had anticipated, and for that reason the time limit of a year expired a M’eek ago, on the day that I landed in New York. Yesterday I called upon the Omaha banker, and he gave me the cheering Information that my old man was dead —had died just a few days earlier.” “Still, I don’t see how you have lost out,” I put in. “Wait; here comes the funny part of it. Mr. Banker tells me solemnly that I am remembered in my old gentleman’s disposition of some cash legacies made just before his death, and I’m to have the thousand dollars M hich he put up as a forfeit. I took the prize down and spent some of it within the next few minutes M iring the old man’s home lawyer, Mhnse name and address the banker had given me. I briefed the situation for the lawyer, said I M'as ready to fulfill my part of the contract, and asked him to M ire me the name and location of the mine. You’d never guess in a. thousand years the kind of an answer I got.” I shook my head. “No; probably not. What M-as it?” “It was a' bolt from the blue, all right. Mr. Home Lawyer Mired that his client had never owned a share of mining stock in his life, that there M-as nothing In his papers or records bearing upon the subject of my telegram, and that I must he either drunk or crazy. Os course, he didn't put it just that way in his reply, but that is what he meant.”, “How do you sort it Out?” I inquired. “The lawyer’s telegram? I put it up that my cautious, secretive old gentleman never told anybody at home about his mining investments; kept them in a septate pocket, so to speak. Quite possibly he didn’t have any other excepting the one I’ve been telling you about, and the one he regarded as a’ dead cock In the pit. That would explain the situation nicely, don’t you think?” The story had left me a bit fogged as to the present state and standing of the thing, and I said so. “Well, It stacks up about this way,” said Brown-beard. “There Is a perfectly good mine somewhere ’Cvest of us that is worth anywhere from a quarter to a, half million, and at the present moment It Is kicking around without an owner. So far as I can see, I'm the only man on top of earth who has a claim on any part of it. And I have no more idea than the man in the moon where It Is ‘at.’ No; I’m afraid

my handsome fortune is a lost dog, srf far as I’m concerned.” His mention of a lost dog hit me right in the center of the solar plexus and I laughed like a fool. “What* struck your funny-bone?” he demanded, sort of dubiously, I fancied. “Nothing,” I gurgled; “nothing worth mentioning—only I’m hunting for a lost dog, too,” But I didn't tell him qny more. After we’d smoked a while longer, and Brown-beard had apologized for making me listen to his rather lohgish tale of woe, we took the porter's hint that he’d like to have the smoking room for his nightly shoe-shine, and turned in. “I could see by his expression that he still thought me crazy.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) THE LIFE OF GAS MANTLES Illuminating Device Should Last 1,000 Burning Hours—May Be Destroyed in Few Moments. The following facts about gas mantles are taken from Gas Logic, the house, organ of the biggest gas company in New York. “A good gas mantle should last from 500 to SOO or even i.OOO burning hours. “Breakage, however, is not always due to poor mantle quality. Turning the gas off and on and the slight explosion that sometimes occurs when it is lighted is highly destructive of mantled. A mantle which, burning steadily, might last for several thou? ! sand hours,, may he destroyeu in a few j minutes by rough handling or in si few hours by unusual hut uuavoidable wear i and tear. “Initial candle power is that measured when the mantle is first lighted, it is extremely high in cheap and in. ferior mantles. But soon, often within a few minutes, the brilliancy of the light fades, never to he regained. The intensity of this initial light is a snare into which the unwary and unwise frequently fall m purchasing cheap mantles. “Sustained candle power is the measure of light given out by a mantle over a long period, and is, of course, the real test of a good maptle. The highclass mantle may hot have an initial candle power equal to that of a cheaper substitute, but in the long test its superiority is demonstrated: “Some of the gas companies are now selling mantles with a guarantee of at least 90 davs’ service.” e “Voices’’ of Crickets. Crickets sing with their wings and not with their legs. And katydids do the same. You do not believe Iti Since you were a Tittle Child you have been told that crickets made their chirping sounds by rubbing their hind legs together or scraping their legs against their wings or sides, or something like that. At any rate, they made what might be called foot notes or sang by leg power. Insect students have settled the question. They say that crickets, like nearly all other varieties of singing insects, have, “stringulating organs” .at the base of their wings. Rubbing these organs together, they produce vibrations and the wings, which are hollow', serve as sounding boards and increase the volume of the sound. The “stringulating organs” look like two small folded wings having sawlike edges. The insect rasps these two saw edges together. Harold’s Destination. Harold’s parents had just recently moved to town, and one of his little friends invited him to a party. Harold went, hut did not enjoy himself. The games seemed so silly, and the girls were always giggling, and Harold was not sure that he was not the subject of their mirth. He endured it for a while, hut finally slipped from the room, expecting to leave unnoticed. But vust as lie was opening the door, the little host’s mother saw him and asked: “Why, what’s the matter, Harold?” To which he replied: “Aw, there’s nothing the matter with Harold, but he are going home.” Electric Refrigeration. A brine tank in place of ice, which by means of an electrical instrument keeps a mean temperature in the refrigerator, is growing in popularity in suburban and country places where ice is difficult to obtain. Its advantages are that it does away with the iceman, it gives a dry temperature advantageous for the preservation of food, and there is no slime, dirt or drip aa with the use of ice. It is arranged to freeze a little ice for table use when that is desired. It is not an inexpensive luxury, costing about S4OO to in 4 stall in any refrigerator. Torrens Registration System. This is a system of registration of titles to real estate introduced by Sir Robert Torrens in Australia, and bears his name. This system of official examination and registration of titles has been adopted In Australia, England, New Zealand, British Columbia and parts of Canada. In a modified form it is used in several states of the Union, in Hawaii and in the Phil, ippines. i Peculiarities of Hair. Examined through a microscope, the hair may show certain peculiarities; the hairs of different people vary considerably. Apart from color, they may be coarse,' medium, or fine; In shape they may be round or oval} in structure they may be made up at large or sm&ll rings. Certain races, toe, have hair of a very distinctive type.

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