The Kiel Herald (Kiel, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 28, Ed. 1 Thursday, October 21, 1909 Page: 3 of 8
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SERIAL
STORY
WEIL
By LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE
(Copyright 1W07, The Itoiib** ".errlil Co.)
SYNOPSIS.
Iiins his
n iittrac-
Janltor
had In t• 11
mI a wotn-
h IH desk,
attorney.
Mad" Dim Maitlatu). "ti r.-,t
X' u York hai hclnr rhili. met :
t i- vounK woman ;it tin- door
i ' Hasan assured hiin no
wilMn that day. Dan dlsn
u li's lins<r prints in dust
al. nK with a letter from
Ma it land dined wit li Iln nifrman. it's at-
torni ■ . Dan set out fur Greenfields, tn
u. *1 lis famil;. jewl.-. Maitlaml, >m
ri'aritinK lintne. Sitrpris.il lady in pray.
cracking the safe containing ids s>'ins.
Sin appari ittiy. took him for it well-
known crook. Daniel Anisty. Htilf-liyp-
notizetl, Maitland opened his saf. look
t hLt'efront the jewels, and save litem to
t,( 1 tirst formitm a partnership in crime.
'I'll.' real Kan Anisty, sought hy police of
t ii«. world, aptv .ired. Maltianil nveivanie
linn. II.' and the uir 1 went to New York
in her auto. He had the jewels. She
m;is to meet hint that day. A "Mr.
Snaith" introduced himself as a detee-
tiv. . To shield ti..' Silrl in gray. Maitlttn.1,
aiiottt to show him the jewels, suppo-sedh I
hist, was felled hy blow from "Snaith's"
eare-. The latter proved lu be Anisty
Itintself and lie secured the gems. Anisty.
who wtts Maitland's dotthle. masqueraded
as tlie latter. The c riminal kept Malt-
Ir.nd's engagement with tile girl in grav.
it. gave hei tlie gems. Tile gitl In gray
visited M tltland's nparttnents during his ,
aliser.ee anil returned gems. Maitland. ,
without cash. called up his home and |
heard a woman's voice expostulating. !
Anisty. disguised as Maitland. tried to
wring from her the - location of the gems.
A . rash was heard at the front door.
Maitland overwhelmed the crook, allow- j
ing him to escape to shield the voting
woman. The girl in gray made her es- j
. ape, jumping into a cab. An instant j
lat. r. hy working a ruse. Anisty was it I i
her side. He took her to Attorney Ban- |
Herman's office. There# by torture, he
tried in vain to wring front her the loca-
tion of (he gems. He left her a moment 1
and she 'phoned O'Hagan. only getting in I
t he words' "Tell Mr. Maitland under the
l.rass howl." the hiding place in tlie hit-
ter's rooms, when Anisty heard her |
words. Bannerman also was revealed as I
a crook. He and Anisty set out to secure
the gems and leave town. The girl was
still imprisoned. Maitland finding the girt
gone, searched his rooms and unearthed
tie jewels tinder tiie brass bowl. He
struck Anisty's trail in a big office build-
ing. whet".' Anisty was killed. Maitlatnl
girl in grav confessed love for each
nth. r. To shield her Dan told llickey she
whs Mrs. Maitland. Bannerman died a
self-confessed t liief.
CHAPTER XVII.—Continued.
You dropped il in the trunk-closet.
I found it there. There is something
of mine in it?"
Dumb with misery, she nodded; and
after a little: "You didn't look, of
course."
1 hatl no right." he said, shortly.
Other men wo-would have thought
they had the right. I th think you
had. the circumstances considered. At
all events," steadying her voice, "I
say you have, now. I give you that
right. Please go and investigate that
hand-bag, Mr. Maitland. I wish you to."
He turned and stared ai her curious-
ly. I don't know what to think," he
said. "1 can not believe—"
"You mii-must believe. 1 have no
right to profit by your disbelief. Dear
Mr. Maitland, you have been kind to
me, very kind to me: do me this last
kindness, if you will."
The young fac? turned to him was
gravely and perilously sweet; very
nearly he forgot all else. But that
she would not have.
"Do this for me. What you will find
will explain evertliing. You will un-
derstand. Perhaps" — timidly — "per-
haps you may even find it in your
heart to forgive when you understand.
If you should, my card-case is in the
bag, and—" She faltered, biting her
lip cruelly to steady a voice Quivering
with restrained sobs. "Please, please
go at once, and—and see for yourself!"
she implored him passionately.
Of a sudden he found himself re-
solved. Indeed, he fancied that it
were dangerous to oppose her; she-
was overwrought, on the verge of los-
ing her command of self. She wished
this thing, and though with all his soul
he hated it, he would do as she de-
sired.
"Very well," he assented quietly. [
"Shall I stop the cab now?"
"Please."
He tapped on the roof of the hail j
som and told the cabby to draw in at I
the next corner. Thus he was put j
down not far from his home—below j
the Thirty-third street grade.
Neither spoke as he alighted, and
she believed that he was leaving her!
in displeasure and abhorrence; but he
had only stepped behind the cab for a
moment to speak to the driver, in a
moment he was back, standing by the
asep with t.np hand on the anion and
staring In very earnestly mid soberly |
a' the shadowed sweetness of her pal-
lid lace, that gleamed in the gloom j
there like some pale, shy, sad flower.
Could there be evil combined with j
t such sheer loveliness, with features
I that in every line bodied forth the
purity of the spirit that abode within?
In the soul of him he could not believe
that a thief's nature fed canker-like at
the heart of a woman so divinely,
naively dear and desirable. And—he
would not.
"Won't you let me go?"
"Just a minute. 1—I should like to
—If 1 find that you have done nothing
so very dreadful," he laughed uneasi-
ly, "do you wish to know?"
/ "You know 1 do." She could not
help saying that, letting him see that
far into her heart.
"You spoke ot my calling, 1 believe.
That means to-morrow afternoon, at
the earliest. May I not call you up on
the telephone?"
"The number is in the book," she
said in a tremulous voice.
"And your name in the card-case?"
"Yes."
"And if I should call in half an
hour—?" „
"O, I shall not sleep until 1 know!
Good night!"
"Good night! Drive on, cabby."
He stood, smiling queerly, until the
i hansom, climbing the Park Avenue
vanished over its shoulder. Then
swung about and with an eager step
retraced his way to his rooms, very
confident that God was in his heaven
and all well with tlie world.
III.
The cab slopped. The girl rose
and descended to the walk. The driver
touched his hat and reined the horse
away. "Good night, ma'am," he bade
her, cheerfully. And she told him
"Good night" in her turn.
For a moment she seemed a bit hesi-
tant and fearful, left thus alone. The
house in front of which she stood, like
s
Sylvia!
"This Is Daniel Maitland
its neighbors, reared a high facade to
lite tender, star-lit sky, its windows,
with drawn shades and no lights, wear-
ing a singular look of blind patience.
It had a high stoop and a sunken
area. There was a dull glow in one
of the basement windows.
It was very late—or extremely early.
The moon was down, though its place
was in some way lilted by the golden
disk of the clock in the Grand Central
station's tower. Tlie air was impreg-
nated with the sweet and fragrant
breath of the new-born day. In the
tunnel beneath the street a trolley car
rumbled and whined and clanked lone-
somelv. A stray cat wandered out of
a cross street with the. air of a sea-
soned debauchee; stopped, scratched
itself with inimitable abandon, and
suddenly, mysteriously alarmed at
nothing, turned itself into a streak of
shadow that fled across the street and
vanished. And. as if affected by its
terror, the gray gir! slipped silently
into the area and tapped at the lighted
window.
Almost immediately the gale was
cautiously opened. A woman's head
looked out. with suspicion. "Oh, thank
Heavings! it said, with abrupt fer-
vor. "1 was afraid it mightn't be you,
Miss Sylvia. I'm so glad you're back.
There ain't—hasn't been a minute
these past two nights that 1 haven't
been in a fidget."
The girl laughed quietly and passed
through the gateway (which was
closed behind her) into the basement
hall, where she lingered a brief mo-
ment.
"My father, Annie?" she inquired.
"He ain't—hasn't stirred since vou
went out. Miss Sylvia. He's slcepln"
peaceful as a lamb."
"Everything is all right, then?"
"Now that you're home, it is, praises
be!" The servant secured the inner
door and turned up the gas. "Not if I
was to be given notice to-morrow
mornin'," she announced, firmly, "will
I ever consent to be ti party to such
goin's-oii another night.
"There will be no occasion. Annie,"
said the girl. "Thank you. and—good
night."
A resigned sigh—"Good night, Miss
Sylvia"—followed her up the stairs.
went very cautiously, careful to
brush against no article of movable
furniture in the halls, at pains to make
no noise on the stairs. At the door of
her father's room on the second Hour
she stopped and listened for a full mo-
ment; but he was sleeping as quietly,
as soundly, as the servant had de-
clared. Then on. more hurriedly. up
another iiight, to her own room, where
she turned on the electric bulb in
panic haste. For it had just occurred
to her that the telephone bell might
ring before she could change her cloth
ing and get downstairs and shut her
self into the library, whose closed door
would prevent the hell front being
audible through the house.
In less than ten minutes she was
stealing silently down to the drawing
room lloor again, quiel as a spirit of
the night. The library door shut with-
out a sound; for the first time she
breathed freely. Then, pressing the
button on the wall, she switched on
the light in the drop-lamp on the cen-
ter table. The telephone stood be-
side it.
She drew up a chair and sat down
near the instrument, ready to lift the
receiver off its book the instant the
bell began to sound: and waited, (lie
soft light burning in the loosened
tresses of her hair, enhancing the soli
color that pulsed in her cheeks, fading
before the joy that lived in her eyes
when she hoped.
For she dared hope—at times; and
ill times could not but fear. So greatly
had she dared, who greatly loved, so
heavy upon her untarnished heart was
the burden of the sin that she had put
u)ion it. because she loved. Perhaps
he would not call: perhaps the world
was to turn cold and lie forever gray
to her eyes. He was even then decid-
ing; at that very moment her happi-
ness hung in the scales of his mercy.
If lie could forgive.
There "was a click. And her face
flamed scarlet, as hastily she lifted the
receiver to her ear. The armature
buzzed sharply. Then central's voice
cut the stillness.
"Hello1 Nine-o-flve-one?"
"Yes."
"Wait a minute."
She waited, breathless, in a quiver.
The silence sang upon the wire, the
silence of the night through which lie
was groping toward her.
"Hello! Is this nine-o—"
"Yes, yes!"
is this the residence of Alexander
C. Graeme?"
"Yes." The syllable almost choked
her.
is this Miss Graeme at the phone?"
"It is."
"Miss Sylvia Graeme?"
"Yes."
"This is Daniel Maitland—Sylvia!"
"As if I did not know your voice!"
she cried, involuntarily.
There followed a little pause; and in
lier throat the pulses lightened and
drummed.
"I have opened the bag. Sylvia—"
"Please go on."
"And I've sounded the depths of
your hideous infamy!"
"Oh!" He was laughing.
"I've done more. I've made a burnt
offering within the last five minutes.
Can you guess what it is?"
"1—1—don't want to guess! I want
to be told."
"A burnt offering on the altar of
your happiness, dear. The papers in
the case of tlie Dougherty Investment
Company no longer exist."
"Dan!"
"Sylvia—Does it please you?"
"Don't you know? How can it do
anything but please me? If you knew
how I have suffered because my fa-
ther suffered, fearing the—No, but
you must listen! Dan, it was wearing
hint down to his grave, and I
thought—"
"You thought that if you could get
the papers and give them to him—"
"Yes. I could see no harm, because
he was as innocent as you—"
"Of course. But why didn't you ask
me?"
■k—I
•an I—"
the Little-
"fie did. and you refused "
"But how could I tell. Syirin, That
you were his daughter and that I
should—"
"Hush! Central will hear!"
"Central's gut other things to do,
besides llsti ning to early morning con-
fabulations I love y<*u."
"Dan."
"Yes?"
"1 love—to hear you say so. dear."
"Please say that last word over
again. I didn't get it."
"Dear."
"And that means (hat you'll mar-
ry me?"
A pause.
"I say, that means—"
"1 heard you. Dan."
"But it does, doesn't it'.'"
"Yes."
"When?"
"Whenever you please."
i ll come up now."
"Don't be a silly. "
"Well, when then'.' To-day?"
"Yes—no!"
"But when?"
'To-morrow—I mean next
mean next month."
"No; to-day at four. I'll call for
you."
"But, Dan."
"Sweetheart!" "
"Bill you mustn't! How
"Easily enough. There'
Church-. Vround-t he-Corner
"But I've nothing to wear!"
"Oh!"
Another pause.
"Dan. You don't wish it—truly,?"
"I do wish il. truly. To-day. at four.
The Church of the Transfiguration.
Yes, I'll scare up a best man if you'll
find bridesmaids. Now you will, wont
you ?"
"I—if you wish il. dear "
"I'll have to ask you to repeat that,
i shan'l. There!"
"Very well," meekly. 'But will you
tell me one thing, please?"
"What is it?"
"Where on earth did you gel hold
of (hat kit of tools?"
She laughed softly. "My big brother
caught a burglar once, and kept the
kit for a remembrance. I borrow
them."
"Give me your big brother's address
and I'll send em back willi my thanks
— No, by George! I won't, either. I've
as much right to keep 'em as lie has
on that principle."
And again she laughed, very gently
and happily. Dear God, that such hap-
piness could collie to one!
"Sylvia?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Do yo i love me?"
"I think you may believe il, when
I sit here at four o'clock in the morn-
ing. listening to a silly boy talk non-
sense over a telephone wire.
"But 1 want to hear you say so!"
"But central—"
"1 tell you central has oilier things
lo do!"
M t 11 is juncture the voice of central,
NOT A FAIR QUESTION
id
Mrs. Henpeck—John, what's your
'lonest opinion of my new hat?
Mr. Ilenpeek—Don't ask me, Mary
You know you're much bigger and
.stronger than 1 am!
And There Are Others.
The cook had been called away to a
it k sister, and so the newly wed mis
'less of the house undertook, with tit
aid of the maid, to get tin: Sunday
I luncheon. The little maid, who had
I been struggling in tlie kitchen with a
coffee mill that would not work, con-
I fessed that she had forgotten to w tts -
j the lettuce.
"Well, never mind. Pearl. Go oa
| with tlie coffee and I'll do it,' said the
j onsideratc mistress. "Where do they
keep t lie soap?"
Sheer white goods. III fact, any tin *
wash goods when new, owe much of
(heir attractiveness to the way they
: ire laundered, this being done in i
| manner to enhance their textile beau-
| ,y. Home laundering would be equal-
ly satisfactory it' proper attention was
<ivcn to starching, tlie first essentia
being good Starch, which has sufficient
strength to stiffen, without thickening
the goods. Try Defiance Starch and
you will he pleasantly surprised at til-*
improved appearance of your work.
Origin of Word "Bible."
The word bible is derived from tlix
Latin mime bihlia. which wits treated
us a singular although it conies from
the Oreo!* neuter plural, meaning li'
tie books." This Greek diminutive
wtts derived from byblus. or papyrus
the famous material on which ancient
hooks were written. The title "Bible"
was tirst used about (lie middle of th
second Christian century in the so-
called second epistle of Clement
txiv , 2).
tlough on Rats, unbeatableextei minator
1 Hough on Hen Lice, Nest Powder, 25c.
I Hough on Bedbugs, Powder or Liq'd,25o
| Hough on Fleas, Powder or Liquid, 21c
i Rough on Roaches, Pow'd, 15c.,Liq'd,2')c
Hough on Moth and Ants, Powder, 25c
ffough on Skeeters, agreeable to use, 25c.
1 E. S. Wells, Chemist, Jersey City, N. J.
The American Cat Tail.
The cattail of the American
j swamps is almost exactly the same
plant as (lie Egyptian bulrush. It i-t
jaded and acidulated, broke in curtly: ! no longer used for making paper, as
Are you
through?'
TI IK 1SN 1 >
Butter Boxes Made of Straw.
lu future the boxes containing but-
ter shipped from Queensland to Great
Britain are to be made of straw, and
a £50,000 company has been formed
to work the business. Butter boxes
hitherto have been made of pine, hut
the drain upon this timber, owing to
the heavy exports, have been so se-
vere that (lie wood is rapidly going
up in price. In one month (March,
1908) over 50,000 boxes of butter from j ,ron
Queensland arrived in England
1,250 tons, worth £140,000. In the
new box a mixture of kaolin and straw
is used, it can be produced and sold
for Is. At present 3,000,000 boxes are
used in Australia annually, costing
£200,000. The new box will save
(he dairy industry about £40,000 a
year, as the material for manufactur-
ing the box can be grown in the pad-
dock which supports a cow. ft
weighs about lOVfe pounds, being damp
proof and odorless
il once was, but from its root is pre
[ pared an astringent medicine, whil •
i ts stems, when prepared dry, are ex-
I .'client for the manufacture of mats,
•hair-bottoms and (he like.
With a smooth iron and Defiance
I -?tarch, you can launder your shirt-
i waist just as well at home as the
j steam laundry can; it will have th*
| proper stiffness and finish, there will
I ne less wear and tear of the goods.
uid it will be a positive pleasure to
I use a Starch that does not stick to th j
Ar.swer Wouldn't Do.
How far is it to Bigtown?"
Well, as the crow flies—"
I'm not going by air ship."
FAMOUS DOCTOR'S
PRESCRIPTION.
Record for Hot Biscuits
From Field to Table in Just Twenty-
Three Minutes.
~ Biscuits made from flour ol which
the plump heads of grain nodded lazily
in the morning sun 22 minutes before
!s a performance recorded at Wails-
burg, Wash., south of Spokane. It is
believed to be a world's record.
The wheat was cut on a hillside
farm owned by N. B. Atkinson, presi-
dent of the Washington State
ers' Educational and
union, two miles from
ground into flour at the
ton mill and baked by A
residents of the town, including Mayor
U. M. Breeze, R. 11. Osborne, former-
ly prosecuting attorney of Walla
Walla county; E. L. Wheeler, editor
of the Waitsburg Times, and P. B.
Morrow, general merchant. The three
last named were official timekeepers.
The varied stages of the operation of
converting standing grain into bis-
cuit and the time follows:
Farm-
Co-operative
town, was
Preston-Par-
. Heck Fifty
9:03—Ripe wheat standing in
field.
9:04—First head clipped from
straw by the heading machine.
9:08—Grain started into the
der of the thrashing machine.
9:11—Four sacks thrashed, sacked,
sewed and loaded unto automobile.
9:14—Grain received at mill, two
miles from field, weighed and dropped
into the receiving hopper; four aacks
weighing 535 pounds.
9:19—First flour appeared at pack
er having traveled t>40 feet in the ma-
chinery. A. Heck, baker, began mix-
ing flour, baking powder and water
into dough.
9:21—Molded dough in pans placed
into oven.
9:23—Two sacks of flour ground,
sacked and sewed, ready for market.
9:26—Biscuit taken from tlie oven,
buttered and distributed among wit-
nesses.—Spokane Correspondent Chi
i cago Journal.
cvun
FOR
YSPEPSl
\GKNTS:—IF I KNEW YOFK NAME, I
,v( i ti Id send you ourl-MU suuiph* outfit i reo this verf
minute, Let mm Mart you in u profitable lnif.mm.ss.
Vou do not u«m«U one eent of capital. Kxperiem-*
unnecessary. MK profit. Credit given, l'remlum*
Kr«-itfht paid. Chance to win *.* 00ln gold ext ni. hvery
man and woman should write me rorjree outtr
|AV BLACK, Pretildral,
2 40 Slrwl, Bunion. Slav*.
WEAR THE BEST WAISTS MADE
usually put tor the inferior, out-of-date kind Semi
today for free catalogue ana wimple*.
80CIETY QUEEN CO.. Dept. 6. St. Louis. M<k
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