The Kiel Herald (Kiel, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 20, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 26, 1909 Page: 3 of 8
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PICTURES BY A. WEIL
By LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE
;hat he substituted himself (or me!
•nan who had escaped from Higgins ;
ami eliminated ail mention of the gray
girl, liis statement was exact and con-
vincing. As lie came down to the mo-
ment when he had called up from the
Dartholtll and heard mysterious
sounds in his tlat, substantiating his
story by indicating the receiver that
dangled useless from the telephone,
even Mickey was staggered.
But not beaten. When Maitland
ceased speaking the detective smiled
ha.i be at your service, ulllcer." he
cHlled over the Janitor's shoulder, "at
any time tomorrow morning. If not
here, O'Hagan will tell you where to
find me. And, O'Hngan!" The janitor
fell back. "Keep them at least an
hour," Maitland told him guardedly.
"And say nothing."
The Irishman pledged hi; d > letlon
by a silent lcok. Maitland turned back
to the cabby.
"Yen did me a good turn, just now,"
he began.
"Don't mention it, sir; I've carried
I superiority to such invention. "Very
| pretty," he conceded. "Yeh c'n tell It yon hoften before this e\enln , and
! all to the ma';istr.i.e to-morrow morn-
i ing. Meantime yeh'll have time to
I think up a yarn explainin' how it come
j that a crook like Anisty made three
I attempts in one day to steal some
| jewels, 'nd didn't get 'em. Where
| were they all this time?"
"In safe-keeping," Maitland lied.
cuse my savin' so—I never ad a fare
as tipped 'andsomer. It's a real pleas-
ure, sir, to be of service."
"Thank you," returned Maitland.
eying him in speculative wise. "I
wonder-—"
The man was a rough, burly English-
uian of one of the most Intelligent, if
manfully, with a furtive glance toward j not intellectual, kind; the British cab-
(Copyright 1907,Tbo Bobbe-Merrlll Co.)
SYNOPSIS.
"Mad" Dan Maitland. on reaching his
New York bachelor elub, met an attrac-
tive young woman at the door. Janitor
O'Hagan assured him no one had been
within that day. Dan discovered a wom-
an's linger prints in dust on his desk,
along with a letter from his attorney.
Maitland dined with Bannerman, h's at-
torney. Dan set out for Greenfields, to
fcjet his family Jewels. During his walk
to the country seat, he met the young
woman in gray, whom he had seen leav-
ing his bachelors' club. Her auto had
broken down. He fixed it. By a ruse she
"lost" him. Maitland. on reaching home,
surprised lady in gray, cracking the safe
containing his gems. She, apparently,
took him for a well-known crook, Daniel
Anisty. Half-hypnotized, Maitland opened
his safe, took therefrom the jewels, and
gave them to her, first forming a part-
nership in crime. The real Dan Anisty,
sought by police of the world, appeared
on the same mission. Maitland overcame
him. He met the girl outside the house
and they sped on to New York in her au-
to. He had the jewels and she promised
to meet him that day. Maitland received
a "Mr. Snaith," introducing himself as a
detective. To shield the girl in gray,
Maitland, about to show him the jew-
els, supposedly lost, was felled by a blow
from "Snaith's" cane. The latter proved
to be Anisty himself and he secured the
gems. Anisty, who was Maitland's dou-
ble, masqueraded as the latter. The
criminal kept Maitland's engagement with
the girl in gray. He gave her the gems,
after falling in love at first sight. They
were to meet and divide the loot. Malt-
land revived and regretted missing his
engagement. Anisty, masquerading as
Maitland, narrowly avoided capture
through mysterious tip. The girl in gray
visited Maitland's apartments during his
absence and returned gems, being dis-
covered on return. Maitland. without
vash, called up his home and heard a
woman's voice expostulating. Anisty.
■disguised as Maitland, told her his real
identity and realizing himself tricked
tried to wring from her the location of
the gems. Then he proposed marriage. A
« rash was heard at the front door. Mait-
land started for home. He found Anisty
and the girl in his rooms. Again he over-
whelmed the crook, allowing him to es-
cape to shield the young woman.
the alcove.
"Whose?" pursued Mr. Hickey, truc-
ulently.
"Mine," with equanimity. "Serious
ly—sleuth!—are you trying to make a
charge against me of stealing my own
property?"
by, as a type, has few superiors for
sheer quickness of wit and under-
standing. This man had been sharp- j and movin
ened and tempered by his contact
with American conditions. His eyes
wore shrewd, his face honest if weath-
i er-beaten, his attitude respectful.
Yeh done it for a blind. 'Nd that's j "I've another use for you to-night,"
enough. Officer, take this man to the1 Maitland decided, "if you are at lib-
station; I'll make the complaint."
The policeman hesitated, and at this
juncture O'Hagan put in an appear-
ance, lugging a huavy brown-paper
bundle.
"Beg pardon. Misther Maitland,
sor^-?"
"Well, O'Hagan?"
"The crowd at the dure, sor, is dish-
persed," the janitor reported. "A
couple av cops kem along an' fanned
'em. They're askin' for the two av
yees," with a careless nod to the po-
liceman and detective.
"Yeh heard what I said," Hickey an-
swered the officer's look.
"I'm thlnkin','" O'Hagan pursued,
calmly ignoring the presence of the
CHAPTER XI—Continued.
"Not quite," Maitland contradicted,
brusquely, wearying of the complica-
tion. "You say you met me on the
stoop here. At what o'clock?"
"One; 'nd yeh takes me to lunch at
Eugene's."
"Ah! When did I leave you?"
"I leaves yeh there at two."
"Well, O'Hagan will testify that he
left me in these rooms, in dressing-
gown and slippers, at about one. At
four he found me on this divan, bound
and gagged, by courtesy of your friend,
Mr. Anisty. Now, when was I with you
in Harlem?"
"At seven o'clock, to the minute, yeh
comes—"
"Never mind. At ten minutes to
seven I took a cab from here to the
Primordial club, where I dined at
seven precisely."
"And what's more," interposed the
•cabman, eagerly, "I took yer there,
sir."
"Thank you. Furthermore, sleuth,
you say that you followed me around
town from seven o'clock until—
when?"
"I said—" stammered the plain-
clothes man, purple with confusion.
"No matter. I didn't leave the
Primordial until a quarter to eleven.
Hut all this aside, as I understand it,
you are asserting that, having given
you all this trouble to-day, and know-
ing that you were after me, I deliber-
ately hopped into a cab 15 minutes
ago, came up Fifth avenue at such
breakneck speed that this officer
thought it was a runaway, and finally
jumped out and ran upstairs here to
fire a revolver three times, for no pur-
pose whatsoever beyond bringing you
gentlemen about my ears?"
Hickey's jaw sagged. The cabby os-
tentatiously covered his mouth with a
huge red paw and made, choking
noises.
"Pass it up, sarge, pass it up," he
whiskered, hoarsely.
"Shut yer trap," snapped the de-
tective. "1 know what I'm doin'. This
crook's clever all right, but I got the
kibosh on him this time. Lemin •.
He squared his shoulders,
1 r; to save his face. "I don t
y yeh done it—"
I'll tell you," Mai'l nd cut iu.
The Detective Stepped Forward and
Unlocked the Handcuffs.
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if you'll be go. d
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outsiders, "thot these do be the soot
that domned thafe av the worruld stole
oft ye the day, sor. A la-ad brought
ut at ayeleven o'clock, sor, wld partic
ular rayquest thot ut be daylivered to
ye at once. The paper's tore, an'—"
"O'Hagan," Maitland ordered sharp-
ly, "undo that parcel. I think I can
satisfy you now, sleuth. What kind of
a suit did your luncheon acquaintance
wear?"
"Gray."
"An' here ut is," O'Hagan an-
nounced, arraying the clothing upon a
chair. "Iv'ry domn' thing, aven down
to the socks. And a note for ye, sor."
As he shook out the folds of the
coat a square white envelope dropped
to the floor; the janitor retrieved and
offered it to his employer.
" 'Dear Mr. Maitland,' " he read
aloud; "'As you will probably sur-
mise, my motive in thus restoring to
you a portion of your property is not
altogether uninfluenced by personal
and selfish considerations. In brief, I
wish to discover whether or not you
are to be at home to-night. If not, I
shall take pleasure in calling; if the
contrary, I shall feel that in justice to
myself I must forego the pleasure of
Improving an acquaintance begun un-
der auspices so unfavorable. In either
case, permit me to thank you for the
use of your wardrobe—which, quaintly
enough, has outlived its usefulness to
me; a fat-headed detective named
Hickey will tell you why—and to ex-
tend to you expression of my highest
consideration. Believe me, l am en-
viously yours, Daniel Anisty'—Signed,"
added Hickey mechanically, Ills face
working.
"Satisfied, sleuth?"
By way of reply, but ungraciously,
the detective stepped forward and un-
locked the handcuffs.
Maitland stood erect, smiling.
"Thank you very much, sleuth. 1
shan't forget you. . . . O'Hagan,"
tossing the janitor the keys from his
iesk, "you'll find some—ah—lemon-
pop and root-beer in the buffet. This
itticer and his friends will no doubt
oin you in a friendly drink down-
stairs. Cabby, I want a word with
ou. . . . Good morning, gentle-
lien. Good morning, sleuth."
Ami he showed them the door. "I
erty and—discreet?" The final word
was a question, flung over his shoul-
der as he turned toward the escritoire.
"Yes, sir," said the man thought-
fully. "1 alius can drive, sir, even
when I'm drinkin' 'ardest and can't
see nothink."
"Yes? You've been drinking to-
night?" Maitland smiled quietly, stand-
ing at the small writing-desk and ex-
tracting a roll of bills from a con-
cealed drawer.
"I'm fair blind, sir."
"Very well." Maitland turned and
extended his hand, and despite his
professed affliction, the cabby's eyes
bulged as he appreciated the size of
the bill.
"My worrd!" he gasped, stowing it
away in the cavernous depths of a
trousers pocket
"You will wait outside," said Mait-
land, "until 1 come out or—or send
somebody for you to take wherever
directed. Oh, that's all right—not an-
other word!"
The door closed. behind the over-
whelmed nighthawk, and the latch
clicked loudly. For a space Maitland
stood in the hallway, troubled, appre-
hensive, heart strangely oppressed,
vision clouded by the memory of the
girl as he had seen her only a few
minutes since; as she had stood be-
neath the chandelier, after acting
upon her primary clear-headed impulse
to give her rescuer the aid of the
light.
He seemed to recall very clearly her
slight figure, swaying, a-quiver with
flight and solicitude—care for him! —
her face, sensitive and sweet beneath
its ruddy crown of hair, that of a
child waking from evil dreafns, her
eyes seeking his with their dumb mes-
sage of appeal and of . . . He
dared not name what else.
Forlorn, pitiful, little figure! Odd it
seemed that he should fear to face her
I again, alone, that he should linger re-
luctant to cross the threshold of his
study, mistrustful and afraid alike of
1 | himself and of her—a thief.
For what should he say to her,
other than the words that voiced the
hunger of his heart? Yet if he
spoke . . . words such as those
to—to a thief . . . what would be
the end of it all?
What did it matter? Surely he,
who knew the world wherein he lived
and moved and had his being, knew
bitter well the worth of Its verdicts.
The world might go hang, for all he
cared. At least his life was his own,
whether to make or to mar, and he
had not to answer for it to any power
this side of the gates of darkness.
And if by any act of Ills the world
should be given a man and a woman in
exchange for a thief and an idler, per-
haps in the final reckoning his life
might not be accounted altogether
wasted. . . .
He set back his shoulders and in-
spired deeply, eyes lightening; and
stepped into the study, resolved.
"Miss—" he called huskily; and
stopped, reminded that not yet did he
even know her name.
"It Is safe now," lie amended, more
clearly and steadily, "to come out, if
you will."
He heard no response. The long
gleaming folds of the portieres hung
motionless. Still, a sharp and staccato
clatter of hoofs that had risen in the
street, might have drowned her voice.
"If you please—?" he said again,
loudly.
The silence sang sibilant in his
ears; and he grew conscious of a
sense of anxiety and fear stifling in
its intensity.
At length, striding forward, with a
swift gesture he flung the hangings
aside.
O'Hagan, seduction Incarnated, In tha 1
vestibule, a bottle under either arm,
clutching a box of cigars jealously
with both hands, failed to move the
temperate soul.
"N'ah," he waved temptation nrlde
with a gesture of finality. "I don't
guess I'll take notliln' to-night, thanks
G'night all."
And, wheeling, shaped a course for
Broadway.
The early morning air breathed chill
but grateful to Ills fevered brow. Odd-
ly enough, in view of the fact that he
had indulged in no very violent exer-
cise. he found himself perspiring pro-
fusely. Now and again he saw fit to
pause, removing his hat and utilizing
a larg.' soiled bandana with grim
abandon.
At such times his face would be up-
turned. eyes trained upon the dim in-
finites beyond the pale nioon-sniltten
sky. And he would sigh profoundly—
not the furnace sigh of a lover think-
ing of his mistress, but the heartfelt
slgli of the man of years
and cares who has drunk deep of that
cup of bitterness called Unappreciated
Genius.
Then, tucking the clammy bandana |
into a hip pocket, and withdrawing his
yearning gaze from the heavens, would
struggle on, with a funereal counte
nance as the outward and visible niani
testation of a mind burdened with
mundane concerns; such as (one
might shrewdly surmise) that auto-
graphed portrait of a deputy commis-
sioner of police which the detective's
lynx-like eyes had discovered on Mait-
land's escritoire, unhappily, toward
the close of their conference, or, pos-
sibly, the mighty processes of depart-
mental law, with Its attendant annoy-
ances of charges preferred, hearings
before an obviously prejudiced yet
higli-principled martinet, reprimands
and rulings, reductions In rank,
"breaking," transfers; or—yet a third
possibility—with I lie prevailing rate
of wage as contrasted between detec-
tive and "sidewalk-pounder," and the
cost of living as contrasted between
Manhattan, on the one hand, and Ja-
maica, Bronxville, or St. George, Sta-
ten Island, on the other.
A dimly-lighted side entrance pres
ently loomed invitingly in the ser-
geant's path. He glanced up, some-
thing surprised to find himself on
Sixth avenue; then, bowed with the
fatigue of a busy day, turned aside,
entering a dingy back room separated
from the bar proper (at that illicit
hour) by a curtain of green baize. A
number of tables whose sloppy imi-
tation rosewood tops shone dimly In
the murky gaslight, were set about,
here and there, for the accommodation
of a herd of sleepy-eyed, case-hardened
habitues.
Into a vacant chair beside one of
these the detective dropped, and famil-
iarly requested the lantern-jawed
waiter, who presently bustled to his
side, to "Back meh up a tub of suds,
George. . . . Nah," in response to
a concerned query, "I ain't feelin' up
to much to-night."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
DI8COURAGEO WOMEN.
A Word of Hope for Despairing One*.
Kidney trouble makes weak, weary,
worn women. Backache, hip pains,
dizziness, headaches, nervousness, lan-
guor, urinary troubles make women
suffer untold misery Ailing kidneys
are the cause. Cure
them. Mrs. S. D. El-
lison, N. Broadway, Da-
mar, Mo., says: "Kid-
ney trouble wore m
down till I had to take
to bed. 1 had terrible
pains in my body and
mbs and the urine was
annoying and full of sed-
iment. I got worse and
doctors failed to help. I was discour-
aged. Doan's Kidney Pills brought
quick relief and a final euro and now I
am in the best of health."
Remember the name—Doan's.
by all dealers. 50 cents a box.
ter-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y.
Sold
Fos-
GOT HIM!
*>
must
marry
Gertrudo—The man
be a genius.
Bertie—Thank heaven we have met!
ALL MATTER OF PROPINQUITY.
CHAPTER XII.
On Reconsideration.
Gently but with decision Sergt
Hickey set his face against the allure
ment of his wine-cup and the lmpor
tunities of his fellow-officers.
He was tired, he affirmed with a
weary nod; the lateness of the hour
rendered him quite indisposed for con
vlvlal dalliance. Even the sight of
Is the Event Near at Hand That
Counts Most in Everything.
The death of hundreds of people In
distant part of the country from
where we live hardly arouses more
than passing interest, and the more or
less sudden taking away of thousands
of lives in some far remote land
evokes no more than a word of sym-
pathy from those a long distance
away. But the single death near at
hand, the funeral across the street,
makes the strongest possible mark on
the mind.
Propinquity, in.that as in everything
else, is what counts. The death in the
family cuts into the heart for years.
If accompanied by details that make it
a horror, the shock often remains with
the survivors to the end of their own
lives. If the lost relative has met a
violent death, by accident or other-
wise, the anguish of those left behind
is all the more poignant and endur-
ing. Worst of all, and most lasting in
its effect upon the survivors, is the
death where unexpected financial dis-
tress or ruin follows the loss of the
family head. It is a wretched home
circle for many a year when the chief
is taken away, leaving only debts,
with no property, not even a little In-
surance policy, behind.
Severe.
Samuel Gompers was talking In the
Binokeroom of the Baltic about a r
cent newspaper attack oil a rich cor-
poration.
"It was a cruel attack," Mr. Gom-
pers chuckled. "It was as cruel as
the Jonesvllle Clarion's paragraph
about old Deacon Hiram Ludlow.
"This paragraph header the Clar-
ion's obituary column. It said;
" 'Deacon Hiram Ludlow of Frlsble
township, aged 82, passed peacefully
away on Thursday last from single
blessedness to matrimonial bliss after
a short but severe attack by Maria
Higgins, a blooming widow of o7 sum-
mers.' "—Detroit Journal.
Your Salary.
The universe pays every man in bis
own coin; If you smile, it smiles upon
you In return; if you frown, you will
be frowned at; If you sing, you will
be invited into gay company; if you
think, you will be entertained by
thinkers; and if you love the world
and earnestly seek for the good that
Is therein, you will be surrounded by
loving friends, and nature will pour
Into your lap the treasures of the
earth. Censure, criticise and hate, and
you will be censured, criticised and
hated by your fellow men.—N. W.
Zimmerman.
Could She?
"When women get to voting," said
the man, "they will have a great
many more calls than they now have
'.o put their hands in their pockets
%nd give money to further i moor Unit
;auses."
The woman looked thoughtful.
"I'm always willing, of course," she
iald, "to give money for a good cause,
but as for putting my hand In my
pocket—"
BAD DREAMS
Caused by Coffee.
Royal Chickens bf Japan.
"The most beautiful and extraor-
dinary chickens in the world are those
bred by the royal family of Japan, the ;
privilege of raising them not being
accorded to any of the Mikado's sub-
jects," said Mr. L. J. De Courcey of
Yokohama. "These chickens are cele-
brated for the wonderful growth of
their tall feathers, a full grown roos-
ter's tail often reaching a length of
20 feet. The tall is of a lovely deep
blue shade, while the body is buff, and
about the neck is a white ring. A pair
of these chickens has been known to
sell to a wealthy Englishman for
$1,000 on condition that he would take
them out of the country.
"I believe that ere long the species |
will entirely disappear, as I heard be-
fore leaving Japan that It was the In- i
tention of his majesty to cease their ,
breeding." i
"I have been a coffee drinker, more
of less, ever since I can remember, un
til a few months ago I became more
and more nervous and irritable, and
finally I could not sleep at night foi
1 was horribly disturbed by dreams
of nil sorts and a epecies of distress
\ng nightmare.
"Finally, after hearing the experi-
ence of numbers of friends who had
quit coffee and were drinking Postum,
and learning of the great benefits they
had derived, I concluded coffee must
be the cause of my trouble, so got
some Postum and had it made strictly
according to directions.
"I was astonished at the flavour and
taste. It entirely took the place of cof-
fee, and to my very great satisfaction,
I began to sleep peacefully and sweet-
ly. My nerves improved, and 1 wish
I could wean every man, woman and
child from the unwholesowe drug—or-
dinary coffee.
"People really do not appreciate or
realize what,a powerful drug it is and
what terrible effect it has on the hu-
man system. If they did, hardly a
pound of It would be sold. I would
never think of going back to coffee
again. I would almost as soon think
of putting my hand in a lire after I
had once been burned.
"A young lady friend of ours had
stomach trouble for a long time, and
could not get well as long as she used
coffee. She finally quit coffee and be-
gan the use of Postum and is now per-
fectly well. Yours for health."
Read "The Road to Wellville," in
pkgs. "There's a Reason."
Ever read the above letter? A new
one appear* (rum ttme to time. Titer
are genuine, true, aail full of humau
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