The New Era (Davenport, Okla.), Vol. 2, No. 50, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 5, 1911 Page: 3 of 8
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IjOWERT
hy- MARY ROBERTS' R1NEI
OR- of THE CIWeULAKi- gTAIRCAiia.
RATION^
author
ILLUSTRATION^ by M.O.KETTNEFi.
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Lawrencfi Blakeley, lawyer, goes
Pittsburg with the forged notes In the
Bronson case to get the deposition of
John G'lmore, millionaire. A lady re-
quest* Blakeley to buy her a Pullman
ticket. He gives her lower 11 and re-
tains lower 10. He finds a drunken man
In lower II and retires in lower
I. He awakens in lower 7 and
finds his clothes and bag missing. The
man in lower 10 is found murdered. Cir-
cumstantial evidence points to both
Blakeley and the man who stole his
clothes. The train is wrecked and Blake-
ley is rescued from a burning car by u
girl in blue. His arm is broken. The girl
proves to be Alison West, his partner's
•weetheart. Blakeley returns home and
finds he Is under surveillance. Moving
pictures of the train taken Just before
the wreck reveal to Blakeley a man leap-
ing from the train with his stolen grip
Inveat'gatlon proves that the man's name
la Sullivan. Mrs. Conway, the woman for
whom Blakeley .bought a Pullman ticket
tries to make a bargain with him for the
<orged notes, not knowing that they are
missing. Blakeley and an amateur de-
tective investigate the home of Sullivan's
wister. From a servant Blakeley learns
that Alison West had been there <
visit and Sullivan had been attentive to
her. Sullivan is the husband of a daugh
ter of the murdered man. Blakeley's
house is ransacked by the police. He
learns that the affair between Alison and
his partner is off. Alison tells Blakeley
about the attention paid her by Sull'van
whom she was on her way to marry when
the wreck came. It Is planned to give
Mrp. Conway the forged notes in ex-
change for Sullivan. Mrs. Conway kill?
herself and Bronson. and the ashes of
the forged notes are found in the room.
CHAPTER XXX.—Continued.
"When did you find it?" asked the
lean detective, bending forward
"In the morning, not long before the
wreck."
"Did you ever see It before?"
"I am not certain," she replied. "1
have seen one very much like It." Her
tone was troubled. She glanced at me
as If for help, but I was powerless.
"Where?" The detective was watch
ing her closely.
At that moment there came an In
terruption. The door opened without
ceremony, and Johnson ushered in a
tall, blonde man. a stranger to all of
<ta. I glanced at Alison; she was pale
but composed and scornful. She met
the newcomer's eyes full, and, caught
unawares, he took a hasty backward
step.
"Sit down. Mr. Sullivan," McKnight
teamed cordially. "Have a cigar? 1
beg your pardon, Alison, do you mind
this smoke?"
"Not at all," she said composedly.
Sullivan had had a second to sound
his bearings.
"No—no, thanks," he mumbled. "If
you will be good enough to explain—"
"Rut that's what you're to do," Mc-
Knight said cheerfully, pulling up a
chair. "You've got the most attentive
audience you could ask. These two
gentlemen are detectives from Pitts-
burg, and we are all curious to know
the finer details of what happened on
the car Ontario two weeks ago, the
night your father-in-law was mur-
dered." Sullivan gripped the arms of
his chair. "We are not prejudiced,
either. The gentlemen from Pitts-
bum are betting on Mr. Blakeley, over
there. Mr. Hotchkiss, the gentleman
hy the radiator, is ready to place ten
to one odds on you. And some of us
have still other theories."
"Gentlemen," Sullivan said slowly,
"I give you my word of honor that I
did not kill Simon Harrington, and
that I do not know who did."
"Flddlededee!" cried Hotchkiss,
bustling forward. "Why, I can tell
you—" Hut McKnight pushed hlir,
•firmly Into a chair and held him there.
"I am ready to plead guilty to the
larceny," Sullivan went on. "I took
Mr. Hlakeley's clothes, I admit. If I
can reimburse him In any way for the
Inconvenience—"
The stout detective was listening
with his mouth open. "Do you mean
to say," he demanded, "that you go*
Into Mr. Blakeley's berth, as he con
tends, took his clothes and forged
notes, and left the train before the
wreck?"
"Yes."
•The notes, then?"
"I gave them to Bronson yesterday.
Much good tliey did him!" bitterly.
We were all silent for a moment. The
two detectives were adjusting them-
selves with difficulty to a new point of
view. Sullivan was looking dejected-
ly c.t the floor, his hands hanging
loose between his knees. I was watch-
ing Alison, from where I stood, be-
hind her, I could almost touch the
joft heir behind her ear.
"I have no intention of pressing any
charge against you," I said with forced
civility, for my hands were itching to
get at him, "If you will give us a clear
account of what happened on the On
rario that night."
Sullivan raised his handsome, hag-
gard head and looked around at me.
Tvo seen you before, haven't I?" he
asked. "Weren't you an uninvited
I
Of u«
Blonde Man, a Stranger to
Ushered
It B too
have
'Finally, however, when things had
been quiet for a time, I got up, and
after looking along the aisle, I slipped
behind the curtains of lower ten. You
understand, Mr, Blakeley, that I
thought you were In lower ten, with
the notes."
I nodded curtly.
"I'm not trying to defend myself,"
he went on. "I was ready to steal the
notes—I had to. But murder!"
He wiped his forehead with his
handkerchief.
"Well, 1 slipped across and behind
the curtains. It was very still. The
man In ten didn't move, although my
heart was thumping until I thought he
would hear It.
"I felt around cautiously. It was
perfectly dark, and I came acrosB a
bit of chain, about as long as my fin-
ger. It seemed a queer thing to find
there, and it was sticky, too."
He shuddered, and I could see All-
son's hands clenching and unclenching
with the strain.
"All at once It struck me that the
man was strangely silent, and I think
I lost my nerve. Anyhow, I drew the
curtains open a little, and let the light
fall on my hands. They were red,
blood-red."
He leaned one hand on the back of
the chair, and wns silent for a mo-
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"Honest John" Kelly Proved His Right
ta ths Title Long Before
Manhood.
Splendid Crops
in Saskatchewan (Western Canada]
There have been many stories about
the manner .1 which "Honest John"
to s new York letter, holds that It
came to Mm naturally, for even as
ment. as though he lived over again stiall boy the purity of Ins soul shone
the awful events of that more than through his face. "1 think the first
Johnson
"Oh, very well," he said with as- |
sumed Indifference.
Hotchkiss just then escaped from
ilichey's grasp and crossed the room.
"Did you ever wear glasses?" he
lsked eagerly.
"Never." Sullivan glanced with
some contempt at mine.
"I'd better begin by going back a
little," he went on sullenly. "I sup-
pose you know 1 was married to Ida
Llarrington about Ave years ago. She
was a good girl, and I thought a lot
of her. But her father opposed the
marriage—he'd never liked me, and he
refused to make any sort of settle-
ment.
"I had thought, of course, that there
would be money, and It was a bad day
when 1 found out I'd made a mistake.
My sister was wild with disappoint-
ment. We were pretty hard up, my
sister and I."
1 was watching Alison. Her hands
were tightly clasped lu her lap, ami
ihe was staring out of the window at
the cheerless roof below. She had
set her lips a little, but that was all.
"You understand, of course, that I'm
not delending myself," went on the
iullen voice. "The day came when
old Harrington put us both out of the
uouse at the point oi' a revolver, and
l threatened—I suppose you know
that, too—1 threatened to kill hiin.
"My sister and I had hard times
after that. We lived on the contin-
ent ior a while. I was at Monte (Jar-
.o and she was In Italy. She met a
young lady there, the granddaughter
oi a steel manulacturer auu an heir-
ess, and she sent tor me. When 1 got
to Rome the girl was gone. Last win-
ter 1 was all In—social secretary to
an Eng.ishman, a wholesale grocer
with a new title, but we had a row,
and I came home. I went out to the
Heaton boys' ranch In Wyoming, and
met Bronson there. He lent me mon-
ey, and I've been doing his dirty work
ever since."
Sullivan got up then and walked
slowly lorward and back as he talked,
his eyes on the laded pattern of the
oilice rug.
"If you want to live in hell," he
said savagely, "put yourself in anoth-
er man's power. Bronson got into
trouble, foiging John Gilmore's name
to those notes, and in some way he
learned that a man was bringing the
papers back to Washington on the
Flier. He even learntd the number of
his berth, and the night beiore the
wreck, Just as I was boarding the
train, I got a telegram."
Hotchkiss stepped forward once
more importantly.
"Which read, I think: 'Man with
papers in lower ten, car seven. Get
them.'"
Sullivan looked at the little man
with sulky blue eyes
"It was something like that, any-
how. But It was a nasty business
ond It made matters worse that he
didn't care that a telegram which
guest at the Laurels a few days—or I muBt pass through a half dozen hands
"Go on," she Bald cold
late to shield me. The
done that was when I
guest."
"Well," he went on, hl3 > * :ned
carefully away from my ai , walch
must have presented cei' ■ any-
thing but a pleasant si, ht
West was going to do me t .e j<;ao< to
marry me, and—"
"You scoundrel!" I bur i fo ;h,
thrusting past Alison We. i r.
"You—you infernal cur: '
One of the detectives go d
stood between us.
"You must remember, Mr.
that you are forcing this sti ry or
thiB man. These details are n>
ant, but important. You wei e ?
to marry this young lady," h ,'/>
turning to Sullivan, "although , al-
ready had a wife living?"
"It was my sister's plan, anc 1 18
in a bad way for money. If '/ cc <j
marry, secretly, a wealthy girl id ;o
to Europe, It was unlikely that Idv
that is, Mrs. Sullivan—would t ,r
of it.
"So it was more than a shock 11 s
my wife on the train, and to rt alii
from her face that she knew what wio
going on. I don't know yet, unlet--:
some of the servants—well, n ei
mind that.
It meant that the whole thing ad
gone up. Old Harrington had cariied
a gun for me for years, and the sani"
train wouldn't hold both of us. ''if
course, I thought that he was In t
coach just behind ours."
Hotchkiss was leaning forward no
awful right.
The stout detective had let his cigar
go out: he was still drawing at It
nervously. Rlchey had picked up a
paper-weight and was tossing It from
hand to hand; when it slipped and fell
to the floor, a startled shudder passed
through the room.
"There was something glittering In
there," Sullivan resumed, "and on Im-
pulse I picked It up. Then 1 dropped
the curtains and stumbled back to my
own berth."
"Where you w'.ped your hands on
the bed clothing and stuck the dirk In-
to the pi''ow." Hotchkiss was seeing
his carefully built structure crumbling
to pieces, and he looked chagrined.
"I suppose I did—I'm not very clear
about what happened then. But when
I ra'tled a little I saw a Russia leath-
er wallet lying In the aisle almost at
my feet. and. like a fool, I stuck it,
with the bit of chain, into my bag
"I sat there, shivering, for what
seemed hours. It was still perfectly
nulet, except for some one snoring. I
thought that would drive me crazy.
"The more I thought of It the worse
things looked. The telegram was the
first thing against me—It would put
the police on my track at once, when
time I was ever called 'Honesi John'
was when I was quite a youngster."
ambulatory salesman of tinware ob
served the Ingenuous countenance I
presented to the world and hailed me.
'You look honest, boy," said he. 'What
might your name be?" 'John,' said I,
quite simply. 'John'—Just like that,
the saloon and get a drink,' said he.
And so I held his horse while he went
In the saloon and got a drink. But
this was on lower Ninth avenue, In a
day when the avenue's honors went
to the man who could clean the most
cops In b given time. By and by the
gang came along and beheld that
wagon full of tinware. The peddler
was detained within hy a Bore thirst,
nnd they took the tinware. And then
they came back and took the ensh-
ions off the wagon. Eventually, be-
coming daring, they unhitched the
wagon and took It away. True to mv
trust. I stood there, holding the horse.
And by and by the peddler came out
of the saloon and sized up the situa-
tion. 'Well.' said he warmly, 'you're
Honest John, ail right. You aaved the
horse.'"
!P
wheat wai the threahcr'a
return from a Lloyd-
mil tier farm In the
see*on of 1010. Many
fields In that aa well aa
other districts yield-
ed from 23 to 85 bu-
shel* of wheat to the
acre. Other graina la
proportion.
LARGE PROFITS
■re thus derived
Iron, the FHEK
HOME ST RAD LANDS
if Western Canada.
This excellent • bowing
prii 's u> advance. Land values
should double In two rear
Ixecl
.wlaliic
PPKHU MpipWVIV
llomestnadaof 1 60 acre* art
<train ({row Ina.ni
IoK. cattle raising ud dalry-
. _ Free
They Both Knew.
_ The fool said one day In the king's
i iTwas discovered that"tbe man'in low- presence, "I am ihe king!" And the
er ten had heen killed. ^"8 laughed, for he knew that his fool
"Then I remembered the notes, and was wrong
took out the wallet and opened it." I A week later the king was angry, be-
He stopped for a minute, as If the cause of an error he had committed.
ecalUng of the next occurrence was end exclaimed: "I am a fool! And the
lmost beyond him laughed, for he knew that hi.
"I took out the wallet." he said slm- king was right—Smart SeL
oiy, "and, opening It, held it to the ;
light In gilt letters was the name, j "The Cache.
Sbron Harrington." ! Knlcker—We are told to do our
The detectives were leaning for- ihopplnf early.
ward now, their eves on his face. Hocker I know It; my wife baa al
•Things seemed to whirl around for ready concealed a 49-cent tie in the
1 while. I sat there almost paralyzed, top bureau drawer.
wondering what this new development !
,neant for me 1 The more <>Utary, the more friend
"Do you believe me now?" He I«*b. the more unsustained 1 am. the
you
1°' ked around at us defiantly. "I am
'eiling the absolute truth, and not one
his eyes narrowed, his thin lips drawn of you believes me!
nights—ago? The cat, you remember,
and the rug that slipped?"
"I remember," I said shortly. He
glanced from me to Alison and quick-
ly away.
"The truth can't hurt me," he said,
"but It's devilish unpleasant. Alison,
you know all this. You would better
go out."
Ills use of her name crazed me. 1
a topped in front or her and stood over
him. "You will not bring Miss West
Into the conversation," I threatencj,
"and the will stay If she wishes."
was more or less Incriminating to me.
"Then, to add to the unpleasantness
of my position, just after we boarded
the train— I was accompanying my
sister and this young lady, Miss West
a woman touched me on the sleeve,
and 1 turned to lace—my wife!
"That took away my last bit of
nerve. I told my sister, and you can
understand she was in a bad way, too.
We knew what it meant. Ida had
heard that I was going—"
He stopped and glanced uneasily at
Alison.
to a line.
'Are you left-handed, Mr. Sullivan?
he asked.
Sullivan stopped in surprise.
"No," he said grufllyv "Can't do
anything with my left hand." Hotch-
kiss subsided, crestfallen but alert.
I tore up that cursed telegram, but
I was afraid to throw the scraps
away. Then I looked around for low-
er ten. It was almost exactly across
—my berth was lower seven, and It
was, of course, a bit of exceptional
luck for me that the car was number
seven."
"Did you tell your Bister of the tel
egram from Bronson?" I asked.
"No It would do no good, and she
was in a bad way without that to
make her worse."
"Your sister was killed, I think?"
The shorter detective took a small
package from his pocket and held It
in his hand, snapping the rubber band
which held it.
"Yes, she was killed," Sullivan Bald
soberly. "What I say now can do her
no harm."
He stopped to push back the heavy
hair which dropped over his fore-
head, and went on more connectedly
"It was late, after midnight, and we
went at once to our berths. I un-
dressed, and then I lay there for an
hour, wondering how I was going to
get the notes. Some one In lower
nine was restless and wide awake,
but finally became quiet
"The man in ten was sleeping heav
lly. I could hear his breathing, and it
seemed to be only a question of get
ting across and behind the curtain*
of his berth without being seen Aft-
er that, It was a mere matter of quiet
searching.
"The car became very still. I wa-
about to try for the other berth, when
come one brushed softly past aud I
lay back again.
.My wife, I knew, would swear I
>*a i killed her father; nobody would
be ilkely to believe the truth.
\fter a bit the man In lower nine
. p and walked along the aisle to-
*ru the smoking compartment. I
more I will respect and rely upon my
self.—Charlotte Bronte.
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'It was then I got the Idea of
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ift er I hsui i
my escapi I
the mau In tr
( T>oi
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