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THE DOVER NEWS.
E. F. PUR5ELL. Editor.
DOVER
OKLAHOMA.
American Architecture,
If architecture Is "frozen music,"
American architecture has been a
medley of "Yankee Doodle, rhe Ar-
kansas Traveler," and "ragtime." Af-
ter the colonial period, which gave us
fine specimens of public and private
bulldiuus. there followed two genera-
tions of had building, the result of
sudden growth. Taste had little place
in a country working night and day to
erect necessary shelter. That America
is advancing In all the arts is to be
expected The outlook for architec-
ture Is especially hopeful. A commit-
tee appointed by the American Insti-
tutes of Architects has reported fiat,
"on the whole, architecture is being
taught in America with u broader
view, and in certain respects more ef-
fectively, than in any other country."
There are reasons why this good
teaching will count In practice, thinks
Youth's Companion. The architect dif-
fers from other artists In that his
practical studio Is millions of dollars'
worth of materials. That studio, the
means of developing the art. Is afford-
ed by the amount, diversity and cost-
liness of American building. There is
a general improvement In taste and
Increased respect for expert opinion.
Hlch builders, individuals and corpora-
tions, losing much of the arrogance
which money breeds toward all forms
of service, show disposition to give
the architect free hand to work out
his ideas, and not merely produce as
a hireling what the patron orders. We
may look In another generation not
only for great art in public buildings
and costly dwellings, but for the re-
action of gn at things on little, for the
disappearance of the salmon-pink
dwelling beneath the jig sawn porch
of which the American has erstwhile
bij^n proud to sit. finally, since archi-
tecture, dependent 011 native materi-
al and landscape, Is an Indigenous art.
It invites the architect, preeminently
among artists, to create original, na-
tive types. The future may produce
buildings of distinctively American
beauty.
(CnPWRjrtT,
D.APPLSTVt 4 crvfoivyl
American Expansion.
lCvldence accumulates that the Unit-
ed States is expanding In Influence
and that American devices are abroad
in the world. Rev. Newell Dwight
lllllls of Plymouth church, Ilrooklvn,
Is a competent witness. In his bacca-
laureate sermon to Rutgers college
students, In the course of an allusion
to the growing power of democracy,
he said that during u recent visit to
Kngland he stopped at a hotel In Lon-
don where he rode up and down stairs
In an American elevator, ate rolls
made of American Hour, dictated cor-
respondence to an American stenog-
rapher who wrote on an American
typewriting machine, and heard all
l.ondon talking about, the American
president. lie could have amplified
the statement and gone into detail
showing how American appliances,
productions and ideas enter into the
everyday life of the English people
and to greater or less extent Into that
of many other nations, but his pre-
sentation of the matter will carry a
significance not to be lost. The
American impress, says Troy Times,
Is being stamped all over the earth,
and this means positive If not obtrus-
ive furtherance of democratic Ideas.
Somebody who has been reading
"Wilhelm Meister" discovers that the
servant question existed In Goethe's
time, and quotes Therese as saying to
her guest invited to dinner: ".Mj cook
lias just run away at a most Inoppor-
tune time. My man has mangled his
hand and 1 had to prepare all myself.
.Nothing bothers one nowadays more
than servants. No one will serve, not
even themselves." The difference in
this twebtletll century Is that the
Thereses do not know how to act as
substitutes for the missing cook, or if
they do know, refuse to act Tiny
prefer to go out to tli lr ncals."
A tragedy was consummated the
other day in St. Petersburg, when the
sword of honor which the peoplt of
'ranee were to have given to Con.
f^hssel was presented to the St.
'eteKlmrg Museum of War ito'ic-
'Hie maH. so short a time ago "the
ftierofo <li\i'iider of I'ort Arthur," but
lited Jiv court martial, and
ard traitor, was
inonv. savs the
Confpanlon and the detlicn
ion which recited his
>urage and skill hail been changed
to a couiplim nta > reference to the
H-uasian a i nn
5j. ^neroic m V'ti
dlseti-yi
1 Jftifle?!-as a coward ;
CyW pn■>. tyr\l the cert
fs_io'it>^ t'oinp
liOfwllicti '
Model tenements do pay. says the
New York World. They yield a fail-
return to investors, they afford pleas-
ure and comfort to tenants, thev exert
an Influence elevating lo ' mo,al
and physical average of the communi-
ty. Why do not move rich men build
them?
A Lynn, Mass , preacher urges rhe
women of his congregation to keep on
their hats in church, which shows tlut
he knows one good way of solving the
empty pew problem.
CHAPTER XI.—Continued.
An Immense man stood stiffly at the
window awaiting us. Ills hearing was
slovenly, as was his attire. The spec-
tacles and the pufTy face, unnaturally
pab1, suggested the habits of the stu-
dent. Hut the eyes, small, crafty, and
very bright, instantly corrected my
lirst Impression, and left me baffled
and vaguely distrustful. It was the
man whose reflection I had seen in
the pier glass.
"Ah, my cousin at last! Georges,
this is Mr. lladdoti, an American, lie
comes to the chateau at AlterhofTen as
our guest."
It was impossible to doubt that he
had spied on me with Madame de
Varier's consent. Hut I was certain
that he heard of my consent to go to
AlterhofTen with positive annoyance.
I was not blind to the significant look
that passed between them: the eyes
of Madame de Varier dilating In tri-
umph and defiance; Dr. SLarva equal- j
ly defiant and sullen.
Evidently there was discord In the
camp. Dr. Starva did not welcome ;
the fly that bad consented to walk into
the web. Well, so much the better.
A little discord might prove useful.
"Madam is an admirable host," Dr.
Starva said slowly In French. "Hut If
the guest Is to be quite happy he must
be content to amuse himself as
madam wishes."
The words wore| almost a threat. I
looked with repulsion at this pale,
flabby, 'shufiling giant, it would be
well to be on my guard against him.
lie might be dangerous. Hut half the
battle'Was won in realizing that.
Madame de Varnier met his bold
sally, insolently careless.
"A diner, messieurs," she cried gay-
ly, and took my arm, leaving the huge
Dr. Starva to follow.
CHAPTER XII.
T reachery.
Three hours later Dr. Starva and
myself were on the little steamboat en
route for Vitznau, a journey of an
hour. 1 had met liiin at the quay; he
was alone. • Madame de Varnier, he
! coolly Informed me, had taken an
earlier boat. 1 was not to see her un-
til next morning.
j Frankly, 1 scarcely liked that. I
could have wished for a more con-
genial companion. However, I was
embarked on an adventure; and must
take things as they came. It was to
be a game of give and take. I was de-
liberately permitting myself to be their
tool for the moment; I was to serve
their purpose. My wages lor the serv-
ice were to be the opportunity of find-
ing Sir Mortimer Drett. Until I had
penetrated the mystery of his disap-
pearance I would be as clay in their
hands. Perhaps it might be necessary
to be their partner for the nonce in
their intrigues. They might wonder
at my docility or guilelessness, but
they should not question it. That was
the delicate task 1 must bend myself
to for the present.
We had seated ourselves well for-
ward and were quite alone, for at this
late hour the boat carried few pas-
sengers. The wind coming from the
snow-clad peaks was piercing. 1 shiv-
ered, but rather from excitement than
from the chilly air. Already the lights
of Vitznau co ild be seen dimly through
the thick mists.
Dr. Starva, rolling a huge cigar in
the corner of his loose, sensual mouth,
regarded me fixedly under shaggy eye-
brows.
"It Is cold. We must have some
cognac." Without asking for my as-
sent he summoned a waiter.
Even in so trivial a mutter as the
appropriateness of refreshments his
tone was more a command than an in-
vitation. The cagnac would ho wel-
come enough, but one less observing
than myself might have noticed the
alacrity wltlr which he welc omed the
excuse for the liquor.
"Do you know what it is to have a
headache?" he asked, and, fumbling
clumsily In his waistcoat pocket, he
produced a tiny packet,
"No." 1 said, yawning, and watching
him idly.
"All, you are fortunate. This little
powder is a great benefactor to me.
We are close to Vitznau. Through
the trees there yau can get a glimpse
of the hotel we are to stop at."
He pointed at. a building a quarter
of a mile distant from the landing
stage we were fast approaching, hold-
ing In mid-air the packet of powder
preparatory to placing it uu his
tongue.
I looked where he pointed: there
was not much to set': the mist en-
veloped everything. The boy ap-
proached with the cognac.
My elbows on the table. I lingered
carelessly the little glass placed In
front of me. while that of Dr. Starv*
was being filled. 1 tlppyetf It to-
ward me 1 caught a glimpse of a white
powder in the bottom of my glass.
Dr. Starva's headache powder!
Here was treachery Indeed! ■ liut I
did not move a muscle. I lifted my
eves slowly. Dr. Starva's great head
was tipped back. The packet, empty
of its powder, of course, was placed at
Ills lips. Hut his rat like eyes were
watching me narrowly.
I had need to think and act quickly.
The powder was a narcotic to deaden
my senses. That must be prevented
at luiy coHt; and yet he must think
that 1 had taken the drug.
He had called my attention to the
hotel while he cleverly slipped the
powder into the glass. 1 ought nut lo
be less adroit.
As the waiter passed around the
table his decanter In hand, I thrust
out my leg and tripped him up neatly.
He fell against Dr. Starva, the decan-
ter still held carefully aloft.
In that moment of confusion I emp-
tied the contents of my glass Into my
handkerchief. When Starva. furious
and perhaps suspicious, pushed the
man fiercely from him and looked at
me. 1 was laughing heartily at his mis-
hap, the handkerchief in one l|and, the
other holding out the glass for the
brandy, the lingers closing over It to
hide it from his view.
"Sante!" he cried boisterously, and
drained the contents of his glass at a
gulp. I followed his example, and in
spite of the powerful liquor, I tasted
(or fancied I tasted) the dregs of the
bitter drug.
"Pali!" 1 cried In disgust, and was
careful to hand the glass to the waiter
Instead of placing it on the table. "I
have tasted better brandy than that in
my life."
The expression of disgust promptly
assured him that I had really drunk
lute, anil his antics so extraordinary.
When 1 left the carriage presently,
surely the driver must see the change
In my attire, and have his suspicions
—unless he were tu Dr. Starva's confi-
dence!
And this fact did not escape me:
The hat did not ingulf me. as It
must have done had It been Dr.
Starva's.
Then if it were not his own—
In an instant I had guessed some-
thing of his game.
CHAPTER XIII-
I Masquerade Unwillingly.
It must have been after midnight
when the carriage drew up under the
porte-cochere of the hotel. Dr. Starva
alighted and met the concierge at the
vestibule. I heard little of what was
| said at first, but the surprise of the
concierge was evident. He tossed Ills
| arms about, and burst Into excited pro-
testg. Presently (and 1 could see that
Starva was annoyed at the action) he
came to the door of the carriage and
! peered within. I sat huddled up ill
the corner, apparently asleep.
"lie is very ill—Ills Excellency!"
cried the concierge In French.
"Listen to me," sternly replied
Starva in the same language. "That
is not his Excellency, imbecile. That
is only a tourist, a Mr. Haddon. You
; understand," he repeatedly slowly.
| shaking the concierge by the lapel of
his gorgeous coat, "that is only a
tourist."
The fellow looked at Dr. Starva. be-
wildered.
"Mais, mats, mals—" he stammered
in expostulation, pointing at me.
"Appearances are sometimes treach-
erous" said Starva grimly, and added
w ith marked carelessness, "Is Madame
do Varnier arrived?"
"A11 hour ago." muttered the man,
Ills round eyes still staring at me.
"Then do you think, fool, that his
i Excellency would come to this hotel
at midnight, and at the hour that she
arrives? Are there no tongues to
I talk? Are there no eyes to pry? if
Mr. Haddon"—lie emphasized the
I name—"prefers to be nursed by a
The Packet Was
Lifted at His Lips.
the potion given me. But now that I
was supposed to have taken it, I won-
dered precisely what effect it should
I have on nio, and how soon that effect
should be felt.
Fortunately, he concerned himself
with our luggage, for the boat was al-
most at the dock. When he returned
to niv side 1 greeted him in sleepy in-
difference. He looked at, me keenly.
I was not blind to his satisfaction. He
shook iny shoulder.
"What is If! Are we arrived?" I
i rose to my feet unsteadily.
1 "Yes, and It is necessary to hurry."
The handful of passengers had al-
' ready left the boat. We descended
the gangway slowly. Dr. Starva's arm
grasping 111 inc.
We entered the closed carriage that
awaited ns 1 lurched clumsily Into
the vehicle, and sat crouched up In
ihe corner, my head sunk "on niv
breast. I assumed it safe and fitting
that I should appear passably Indiffer-
ent as 10 what passed now. Certainly
by this time the drug would have
taken some effect had 1 swallowed It.
Hut 1 need not say that 1 had my wits
with me
My companion unfastened a valise
he had brought Into the carriage with
him ! confess I watched him out of
the corner of my eye in some trepida-
tion.
I was thankful when' lie produced
nothing morn formidable than a mili-
tary cloak and a felt hat. To my
astonishment he deftly slipped from
my shoulders tile light covert coal 1
wore, and took my hat f" m my head,
substituting the garments he had
taken from Ills bag.
I could have laughed aloud, his con-
fidence In my condition was so ujiso
beautiful woman, shall I, Ills physician,
refuse? But for his Excellency to be
nursed by a beautiful woman—at
least," he added meaningly, "for the
world to know it—now do you un-
derstand?"
He towered over the little concierge,
staring down at him fiercely vindic-
tive. At the same time he slipped
} into the servant's unresisting hand a
: number of crisp notes. The hand of
' the concierge closed o\er them loving-
j ly; his broad, good-humored face slow-
ly expanded into a smile of perfect
1 comprehension.
"Hut yes. I see It. all as clearly as
the nose on my face." The little
wretch placed his forefinger on that
organ and winked.
Then you will see that there are
no inquisitive servants to spy imperti-
nently. l ake us up 011 the lift your-
self. The porter may leave the bag-
gage below, since Mr. Haddon goes
early to-morrow morning with his
nurse and his physician. He must
not be disturbed in Ills rest. To-night
he is very ill, as you see. There Is a
long journey before 11s to-morrow. 1
shall arrange with you later concern-
ing the diligence. Lastly, you will dis-
creetly keep your eyes away. You
will certainly not see his Excellency."
l)t\ Starva now placed one foot on
the carriage step, and leaning toward
me gently aroused me. I opened my
eyes slowly and muttered something
to the effect that we had arrived.
Alighting. I grasped his arm nieehan-
Ically, anil we proceeded slowly Into
the hotel, across the hall, to the eleva-
tor. The little concierge trotted sol-
emnly in front of us.
The e)e\ uior, as well as the hall and
corridors, wis deserted at this iat*
hour. We met 110 one.
Arriving at the suite of rooms al-
loted to ua the concierge was sum-
marily dismissed. Hut before he left
us the servant insisted on whispering
to Dr. Starva these words, which no
doubted startled him as much as they
did me:
"The sister of Ills Excellency Is In
the hotel. Shall I tell her that—"
Dr. Starva clutched the shoulder of
his informant, and held hiui in a fierce,
vise like grip.
"Thrice times stubborn fool!" he
growled, "what conrern is it to Mr.
Haddon that the sister of Sir Morti-
mer Brett is at this hotel? "Certainly
you will not tell her."
He thrust his spectacled, pallid face
close to that of the trembling servant.
Then releasing him suddenly, he
pushed him without, the little eon-
ciergo rubbing his shoulder ruefully,
immediately he regretted this un-
I necessary violence. He stepped out
into the corridor, and 1 guessed that
he had smoothed the injured vanity of
the gold-laced official widi more of the
crisp notes.
He had scarcely entered the room
again before he admitted Madame de
Varnier, and again the key was turned.
They lost 110 time in vain talk or
congratulations on the success of their
trick, whatever Its meaning might be.
Dr. Starva half led, half carried me
into a bedroom adjoining. There I
was put to bed with as little cere-
mony as a helpless infant is disposed
of for the night. For a moment Starva
looked down on me grimly. Then he
disappeared, closing the door care-
fully behind him.
Now, Indeed, I understood why
Helena Brett and her mother had been
so startled when first they had seen
me—why Madame de Varnier had
shown herself no less concerned—why
1 had caught Dr. Starva spying on me
—why it was plotted that I should be
drugged and brought hither I11 this
melodramatic fashion.
In the world's history there have
been many instances of men playing
the pretender, but certainly none
more innocent than myself. I should
be dense indeed now did I fail to com-
prehend everything—from Madame de
Varnier's first greeting, to the episode
of the cloak and hat.
I recalled the woman's ghastly de-
spair when she had read the telegram
in the kursaal. "He js dead," she had
repeated over and over.
Sir Mortimer Brett, minister pleni-
potentiary at the court of Sofia, was
dead. The adventurers for some pur-
pose of their own, not yet to be
guessed, had deliberately planned that
I be mistaken for him at this hotel.
That the ambassador was dead was
a bitter disappointment to my hopes.
The opportunity to fulfill the task that
Helena had given me was not to be
mine after all. And now that I knew
that, what further excuse had I to be
as clay in the hands of these people?
I was tempted to burst Into the room,
there, to prick the bubble of their in-
trigue.
But If I did that, though I might baf-
fle the execution of their plans, I
should be utterly ignorant as to the
nature of those plans. The danger to
myself In continuing to play the role
of accomplice was very great. The of-
ficers of the law would not be so touch-
ingly simple as to believe that I was
abetting the plans of this precious
couple only with a view of bringing
them to final justice.
But much more alarming than possi-
ble danger to myself was the fact that
Helena Brett was in this hotel.
Before morning a cruel but just
chance might bring us face to face,
and in her eyes I should stand con-
victed of the grossest villainy. With
diabolical cunning, Dr. Starva had in-
sisted that 1 was Mr. Haddon, and yet
he had deliberately planned that X be
mistaken for Sir Mortimer Brett. The
intent to deceive was obvious.
When that were proved, on my head
would fall the greatest censure. For
who would believe that I was an inno-
cent victim? But 1 had gone too far
to retreat now. Or rather, I had not
gone far enough. Granted that Sir
Mortimer Brett were dead, and that
my elaborate plans to rescue him from
the hands of these adventurers were a
failure, the fact remained that for
some dark purpose of their own the
conspirators were either concealing
the knowledge of his death, or were
using that knowledge for some base
purpose. They must be brought to
justice That justice could be obtained
surely and swiftly only at risk to my-
self.
How many minutes had passed now?
Dared I move, dared I even open my
eyes? For aught. 1 knew they were
watching me, were even in the room
at tills instant. I lay quite still, breath-
ing stertorously.
The handle of the door was turned
sharply. I heard the weight of Dr.
Starva thrown against it as it jammed
and for some moments resisted his
efforts.
The flare of an electric light fell on
my face. He stood at my bedside. I
muttered incoherently, tossing about,
and turning my face from the glare.
Then I was alone again.
I was in a room little larger than
an American hall bedroom. They
were cavalier enough of the dignity of
Sir Mortimer Brett's understudy. I
must belying in the chamber of the
valet and not of the master.
I leaped lightly to the floor. I tip-
toed to the closed door. To my con-
sternation it was too tightly closed to
permit me to sr-e anything in the room
beyond. It had creakeij loudly 'n re-
sisting Dr. Starva's efforts; certainly
1 was not so rash as to attempt to
open It, however cautiously and
slightly.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
I NILE BY
Copyright: 1907: by Byron William*.
"Choak Cherries."
Bay, did yew ever git Fuz* In yevr
thiole,
et-tlup Clioak Cherries—a offul thick cote?
■ mutinies yew guttp 'till yew purty neer
die
stuffing the Cherries that grow In July?
us Kids don't care for thee Fur on our
tongue—
boys must B boys when they can, and
they're young!
Stub and me onct et a quart of them
Gr en!
Stub uz thee sickest Boy i ever seen.
when he got Hoant he Urunk '4 cups of
ere m!
Gracious, yewd ought 2 have herd Stub-
bie skreem!
Doc Bed that nlte at a quarter past
'lev en,
he wua afrade Stub uu; going Z
Heaven.
purty soon 1 felt sum Symptums of
Panes
chasing like lightning aorost when It
rains.
gee, 1 wui hot and thee next minute
cold-
then purty soon a big Thunder klup
rolled;
next tiling thee Cyclone gist hit me ker-
plunk—
whet, i woke up 1 wui hoam in ml bunkf
Dock Brown wuz there and ho ast how
i felt-
awl 1 could say wuz 2 point 2 ml Belt!
ma she wuz Krying 2 plese save her
Boy—
when i cum 2 yew could gist FEEL thee-
Joy!
Doc pumped me out with a phunny ma-
chine—
Gracious, them Choak Cherries must
have been GREEN'!
Mind Meander.ngs.
Don't be a door-mat for other men;
get up and dust.
Many a man has done a lot of med-
dling on the plea that he is an inter-
ested party in reform measures.
Sometimes, when a man courts a
pirl, the father courts an investiga-
tion of the man.
The world is always hard to the
woman who steps off a street car
backwards.
U$r
<£> / y Mm. ', r
7 iyv% 4 WMt .
The man who whistles at his work
is all right, but what about the fellow
next door who works nights and is
trying to sleep while the man
whistles?
Wall-paper is being made very thin
this year. So many Chicago flats aiv
being re-papered that the manufactur-
ers cannot afford to make anything
that will crowd the inmates.
Frequently, the man who started
out to make for himself a great po-
litical career, is satisfied with the lo-
cal post office.
It is to be hoped that all the .June
graduates get jobs in the local grocery
store and the home millinery before
July 4.
It is a good thing we don't hear
what other people think of us. It Is
bad enough to hear a little, occasion-
ally, of what they "say
Fate is kind to the young man when
she defeats him for his first county
office and thereby forces him to go to
work.
It is understood tha' a mirror trust
Is About to be organized. This needs
looking Into.
Fat young ladies are very popular
in the lant^ of the lloors The lat ter,
the better, and the more homage Is
given her. In other words, the Moor-
ish women are on a par with Ameri-
can hogs.
If you would be popular, never be
smart at the expense of your friends.
When laying your heart at a young
woman's feet, it won't hurt any to lay
your pockethook alongside of It—pro-
vided there is anything In the pocket-
book/
It doesn't take any more time, nor
half the effort, to praise people than
i i find fault with them—and the re-
sults are always more satisfactory.
A match factory may or may not be
a matrimonial agency.
If 1 stand between Brown and .Tones,
give Brown 15 cents and Jones
cents, what time is it? Aa. ha! 1
knew you couldn't guess It. Quartet
passed two. of course. Here's another.
If a lion eats a postmaster, what time
is it? Oh, come on—that's easy.
Eight p. m.
"Danger!"
The examination papers of a pupil
In an Iowa school were found the oth-
er day to contain the following:
It Is a hazardous occupation:
To be run over by a train.
To be struck by lightning.
To fall from a balloon
To be blown up In a battleship.
To be killed 111 battle.
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