The New Era. (Davenport, Okla.), Vol. 7, No. 34, Ed. 1 Thursday, September 30, 1915 Page: 3 of 8
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SYNOPSIS.
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Gordon Grogg. dining aboard with Horn-
fcy, the yacht Lola's owner, accidentally
•ees a torn photograph of a young Kit"'-
That night the consul's safe Is robbed.
The police find that Hornby Is a fraud
«nd the Lola's name a fulse one. In
London Gregg Is trapped nearly to his
death by a former servant, Ollnto. Visit-
ing In Dumfries Gregg meets Muriel
I-ielthcourt. Hornby appears and Muriel
Introduces him as Martin Woodroffe, her
father's friend. Gregg sees a copy of the
torn photograph on the Lola and finds
that the young girl is Muriel's friend.
Woodroffe disappears. Gregg discovers
the body of a murdered woman in Ran-
noch wood. The body disappears and In
Ha place Is found the body of Ollnto.
Muriel and Grt'gg search Uannoch wood
together, and find the body of Armlda.
Ollnto's wife. When the police go to l^e
wood the body has disappeared. In Lon-
don Gregg meets Ollnto. alive and well.
Gregg traces the young girl of the torn
photograph, and finds that she Is Elma
Heath, niece of Baron Oberg. who has
taken her to Abo, Finland, and that she
holds a secret affecting Woodroffe. On
his return to Rannoch Gregg finds the
1-ielthcourts tied from Hylton Chater, who
had called there. He goes to Abo, and
after a tilt with the police chief, is con-
ducted to the place where Elma Is Im-
prisoned.
CHAPTER XI.
The Castle of the Terror.
The big Finn rowed me down the
iwollen river.
After nearly a mile, the stream
igain opened out into a broad lake
where, in the distance, I saw rising
sheer and high from the water, a long
square building of three stories, with
a tall round tower at one corner—an
old medieval castle it seemed to be.
From one of the small windows of the
tower, as we came into view of it, a
light was shining u^ion the water, and
my guide seeing it, grunted in satis
faction. It had undoubtedly been
placed there as signal. After waiting
five minutes or so, he pulled straight
across the lake to the high, dark tower
that descended into the water. The
place was as grim and silent as any 1
had ever seen, an impregnable strong-
hold of the days before siege guns
were invented, the fortress of some
feudal prince or count who had prob-
ably held the surrounding country in
thraldom. A small wooden ledge and
half a dozen steps led up to a low-
arched door, which opened noiselessly,
and the dark figure of a woman stood
peering forth.
My guide uttered some reassuring
•word in Finnish in a low half-whisper
and then slowly pushed the boat along
to the ledge, saying:
"Your high nobility may disembark.
There is at present no danger."
I rose, gripped a big rusty chain to
steady myself, and climbed into the
narrow doorway in the ponderous wall,
■where I found myself in the darkness
beside the female who had apparently
been expecting our arrival and watch-
ing our signal.
Without a word she led me through
a short passage, and then, striking a
match, lit a big old-fashioned lantern.
As the light fell upon her 1 recognized
that she was a member of some re-
ligious order. The thin ascetic coun-
tenance was that of a woman of
strong character, and her funereal
habit seemed much too large for her
stunted, shrunken figure.
"The sister speaks French?" I haz-
arded in that language, knowing that
In most convents throughout Europe
French is known.
"Oui, m'sieur. But are you not afraid
to venture here? No strangers are
permitted here, you know. If your
presence was discovered you would
not leave this place alive—so I warn
you. By admitting you I am betraying
my trust, and that 1 should not have
done wbt« it not compulsory."
"WouipHlsory! How?"
"The order of the chief of polioo.
Eren here, we cannot afford to offend
him."
So the fellow Boranski had really
kept faith with me, and at his order
the closed door of the convent had
been opened.
"Of course not," I answered. "Rus-
lian officialdom is all-powerful In Fin-
land nowadays. But where Is the
Vidy?"
"You are still prepared to risk your
liberty and life?" she asked in a hoarse
yolce, full of grim meaning.
"I am," I said. "Lead me to her."
"You are on Russian soil now.
m'sieur, not English," she remarked
In her broken English. "If your ob-
ject were known, you would never be
spared to return to your own land.
Ah!" she sighed, "you do not know the
mysteries and terrors of Finland. I
am a French subject, born in Tours,
and brought to Helslngfors when I was
fifteen. I have been In Finland forty-
five years. Once we were happy here,
but since the czar appointed Baron
Oberg to be governor general—" and
the shrugged her shoulders without
finishing her sentence.
"Baron Oberg—governor general of
Finland!" 1 gasped.
"Certainly. Did you not know?" she
said, dropping into French. "It is
four years now that he has held su-
preme power to crush and Russify
these poor Finns. Ah, m'sieur! this
country, once so prosperous, Is a blot
upon the face of Europe. His methods
are the worst and most unscrupulous
of any employed by Russia. Be/ore he
came here lie was the best hated man
In Petersburg, and that, they say,
why the emperor sent him to us."
"Where does this baron live?" I
asked, surprised that he should occupy
so high a place in Russian officialdom
—the representative of the czar, with
powers as great as the emperor bim-
Belf.
"At the Government palace, In Hel-
slngfors."
"And Elma Heath Is here—in this
grim fortress! Why?"
"Ah, m'sieur, how can I tell? By
reason of family secrets, perhaps.
They account for so much, you know."
The fact that the baron was ruler of
Finland amazed me, for I had half ex-
pected him to be some clever adven-
turer. Yet as the events of the past
flashed through my brain, I recollected
that in Rannoch Wood had been found
the miniature of the Russian Order of
Saint Anne, a distinction which, in all
probability, had been conferred upon
him. If so, the coincidence, to say the
least, was a remarkable one. 1 ques-
tioned my companion further regard-
ing the baron.
"Ah, m'sieur," she declared, "they
call him 'The Strangler of the Finns.'
It was he who ordered the peasants of
Kasko to be flogged until four of them
died—and the czar gave him the Star
of White Eagle for it—he who sup-
pressed half the newspapers and put
eighteen editors in prison for publish-
ing a report of a meeting of the
Swedes in Helslngfors; he who encour-
ages corruption and bribery among the
officials for the furtherance of Russian
Interests; he who has ordered Rus-
sian to be the official language, who
has restricted public education, who
has overtaxed and ground down the
people until now the mine Is laid, and
Finland Is ready for open revolt. The
prisons are filled with the innocent;
women are flogged; the poor are starv-
ing, and 'The Strangler,' as they call
him, reports to the czar that Finland
is submissive and is Russianized!"
I had heard something of this abom-
inable state of affairs from time to
time from the English press, but had
never taken notice of the name of the
oppressor. So the uncle of Elma
Heath was "The Strangler of Finland,"
the man who, in four years, had re-
duced a prosperous country to a state
of ruin and revolt!
"Cannot I see her at once?" I asked,
feeling that we had remained too long
there. If my presence in that place
was perilous the sooner 1 escaped from
it the better.
"Yes, come," she said. "But silence!
Walk softly," and holding up the old
horn lantern to give me light, she led
me out into the low stone corridor
again, conducting me through a num-
ber of intricate passages, all bare and
gloomy, the stones worn hollow by the
feet of ages, into a small, square
chamber, the floor of which was car-
peted, and where, suspended high
above, was a lamp that shed but a
faint light over the barely-furnished
place. Beyond was another smaller
room into which the old nun disap-
peared for a moment; then she came
forth leading a strange wan little fig-
ure in a gray gown, a figure whose
face was the most perfect and most
lovely 1 had ever seen. Her wealth
of chestnut hair fell disheveled about
her shoulders, and as her hands were
clasped before her she looked straight
at me in surprise as she was led to-
wards me.
She walked but feebly, and her coun-
tenance was deathly pale. Her dress,
as she came beneath the lamp, was, I
saw, coarse, yet clean, and her beauti-
ful, regular features, which In her
photograph had held me In such fasci-
nation, were even more sweet ana
more matchless than I had believed
them to be. I stood before her dum-
founded in admiration.
In silence she bowed gracefully, and
then looked at me with astonishment,
apparently wondering what I, a per-
fect stranger, required of her.
"Miss Elma Heath, I presume?" I
exclaimed at last. "May I Introduce
myself to you? My name Is Gordon
Gregg, English by birth, cosmopolitan
by instinct. I have come here to ask
you a question—a question that con
cerns myself. Lydia Moreton has sent
me to you."
I noticed that her great brown eyes
watched my lips and not my face.
Her own lips moved, but she looked
at me with an inexpressible Badness.
Noi sound escaped her.
1 stood rigid before her as one
turned to stone, fqr in that Instant, In
a flash indeed, 1 realized the awful
truth.
She was both deaf and dumb!
She raised her clasped handB to me
in silence, yet with tears welling in
her splendid eyes. I saw that upon
her wrists were a pair of bright steel
gyves.
"What 1s this place?" I demanded
of the woman in the religious habit,
when I recovered from the shock of
the poor girl's terrible affliction.
"Wherp am I?"
"This 19 the Castle of Kajana—the
criminal lunatic asylum of Finland,"
was her answer. "The prisoner, as
you see, has lost both speech and
hearing.'*
"Deaf and dumb!" I cried, looklnc at
the beautiful original of that destroyed
photograph on board the Lola. "But
she has not always been so!"
"No. I think not always," replied
the sister quietly.
"But she can write responses to my
questions?"
"Alas! no," was the old woman's
whispered reply. "Her mind is affect-
ed. She is, unfortunately, a hopeless
lunatic."
I looked straight into those sad,
wide-open, yet unflinching brown eyes
utterly confounded.
Those white wrists held In steel,
that pale face and blanched lips, the
Inertness of her movements, all told
their own tragic tale. And yet that
letter I had read, dictated In secret
most probably because her hands were
not free, was certainly not the out-
pourings of a madwoman. She had
Bpoken of death, it was true, yet was
It not to be supposed that she was
slowly being driven to suicide? She
had kept her secret, and she wished
the man Hornby—the man who was to
marry Muriel Leithcourt—to know.
The room in which we stood was evi-
dently an apartment set apart for her
use, for beyond was the tiny bedcham-
ber; yet the small, high-up window
was closely barred, and the cold bare-
ness of the prison was sufficient In-
deed to cause anyone confined there to
prefer death to captivity.
Again I spoke to her slowly and
kindly, but there was no response.
That she was absolutely dumb was
only too apparent. Yet surely she had
not always been bo! I had gone In
search of her because the beauty of
her portrait had magnetized me, and
I had now found her to be even more
lovely than her picture, yet, alaB! suf-
fering from an affliction that rendered
Iter life a tragedy. The realization
of the terrible truth staggered me.
Such a perfect face as hers I had never
before set eyes upon, so beautiful, so
; >ar-cut, bo refined, so eminently the
countenance of one well-born, and yet
so ineffably sad, so full of blank un-
utterable despair.
She placed her clasped hands to her
mouth and ipade signs by shaking her
head that she could neither under-
stand nor respond. I took my wallet
from my pocket and wrote upon a
piece of paper in a large hand the
words: "I come from Lydla Moreton.
My name Is Gordon Gregg."
When her eager gaze fell upon the
words she became instantly filled with
She Raised Her Clasped Hands to Me
In Silence.
excitement, and nodded quickly. Then
holding her steel-clasped wrists to-
wards me she looked wistfully at me,
as though Imploring me to release her
from the awful bondage In that silent
tomb.
Though the woman who had led me
there endeavored to prevent it, I band-
ed her the pencil, and placed the paper
on the table for her to write.
The nun tried to snatch it up, but 1
held her arm gently and forcibly, say-
ing in French:
"No. I wish to see If she Is really
Insane. You will at least allow me
this satisfaction."
And while we were In altercation.
Elma. with the pencil In ber fingers,
tried to write, but by reason of her
handB being bound so closely was un-
able. At length, however, after sev-
eral attempts, she succeeded in print-
ing In uneven capitals the response:
"I know you. You were on the
yacht. I thought they killed you."
The thin-faced old woman saw her
response—a reply that was surely ra-
tional enough—and her brows con-
tracted with displeasure.
"Why are you here?" I wrote, not
allowing the Bister to get sight of my
question.
In response, she wrote painfully and
laboriously:
"I am condemned for a crime I did
not commit. Take me from here, or 1
shay kill myself."
"Ah!" exclaimed the old woman.
"You see, poor girl, she believes her-
self innocent! They all do."
"But why Is she here?" 1 demanded
fiercely.
"I do not know, m'sieur. It is not
my duty to inquire the history of their
crimes. When they are ill I nurse
them; that Is all."
"And who Is the commandant of this
"Colonel Smirnoff. If he knew that
I had admitted you, you would never
leave this place alive. This is the
Schusselburg of Finland—the place of
imprisonment for those who have con-
spired against the state."
"The prison of political conspirators,
eh?"
"Alas, m'sieur, yes! The place In
which some of the poor creatures are
tortured in order to obtain confeBalonB
and information with as much cruelty
as In the black days of the Inquisition.
These walls are thick, and their cries
are not heard from the oubEettes be-
low the lake."
I had long ago heard of the horrors
of Schusselburg. Indeed who has not
heard of them who has traveled in
Russia? The very mention of the
modern hostile on Lake Ladoga, where
no prisoner has ever been known to
come forth alive, Is sufficient to cause
any Russian to turn pale. And I was
in the Schusselburg of Finland!
I turned over the sheet of paper and
wrote the question: "Did Baron Oberg
send you here?"
In response, she printed the words:
"I believe bo. I was arrested in Hel
singfors. Tell Lydla where I am."
"Do you know Muriel Leithcourt?"
I Inquired by the same meaus, where-
upon she replied that they were at
school together.
"Did you see me on board the Lola?"
I wrote.
"Yes. But I could not warn you, al-
though I had overheard their inten-
tions. They took me ashore when you
had gone, to Siena. After three days
I found myself deaf and dumb—1 was
made so."
"Who did It?"
"A doctor, I suppose. People who
said they were my friends put me un-
der chloroform."
I turned to the woman In the re-
ligious habit, and cried: "A shameful
mutilation has been committed upon
this poor defenseless girl! And I will
make it my duty to discover and pun-
ish the perpetrators of it."
"Ah, m'sieur. Do not act rashly, 1
pray of you," the woman said serious-
ly, placing her hand upon my arm.
"Recollect you are in Finland—where
the Baron Oberg is all-powerful."
"I do not fear the Baron Oberg," I
exclaimed. "If necessary, I will ap-
peal to the czar himself. Mademoiselle
is kepi here for the reason that she Is
in possession of some secret. She must
be released—1 will take the responsi-
bility."
"But you must not try to release her
from here. It would mean death to
you both. The Castls of Kajana tells
no secrets of those who die within its
walls, or of those cast headlong Into
its waters and forgotten."
Again I turned to Elma, who stood
in anxious wonder of the subject of
our conversation, and had suddenly
taken the old nun's hand and kissed
it affectionately, perhaps in order to
show me that she trusted her.
Then upon the paper 1 wrote: "Is
the Baron Oberg your uncle?"
She shook her head in the negative,
showing that the dreaded governor
general of Finland had only acted a
part towards her in which she had
been compelled to concur.
"Who Is Philip Hornby?" I inquired,
writing rapidly.
"My friend—at least, I believe so."
Friend! And 1 had all along be-
lieved him to be an adventurer and an
enemy!
"Why did you go to Leghorn?" 1
asked.
"For a secret purpose. There was a
plot to kill you, only I managed to
thwart them," were the words she
printed with much labor.
"Then I owe my life to you," I
wrote. "And in return I will do my ut-
most to rescue you from here, if you
do not fear to place yourself in my
hands."
And to this she replied: "I shall be
thankful, for I cannot bear this awful
place longer. I believe they must tor-
ture the women here. They will tor-
ture me some day. Do your best to
get me out of here and I will tell you
everything. But," she wrote, "I fear
you can never secure my release. 1
am confined here on a life sentence "
"Bot you are English, and If you
have had no trial I cau complain to our
ambassador."
"No, I am a Russian subject I was
born in Russia, and went to England
when I was a girl."
That altered the case entirely. As a
subject of the czar in her own country
she was amenable to that disgraceful
blot upon civilization that allows a
person to be consigned to prison at the
will of a high official, without trial or
without being afforded any opportunity
of appeal. 1 therefore at once saw a
difficulty.
Yet she promised to tell me the truth
If 1 could but secure her release!
Could 1 allow this refined defense-
less girl to remain an inmate of that
bastlle, the terrors of which I had
heard men in Russia hint at with
bated breath? They had willfully
maimed her and deprived her of both
hearing and the power of speech, and
now they Intended that she should be
driven mad by that silence and lone-
liness that must always end In in-
sanity.
"I have decided," I said suddenly,
turning to the woman who had con-
ducted me there, and having now re-
moved the steel bondfe of the prisoner
with a key she secretly carried, stood
with folded hands in the calm attitude
of the rellgleuse.
"You will not act with rashness?"
she Implored in quick apprehension.
Remember, your life Is at sluke. as
well as my own."
"Her enemies Intended that 1, too,
should die!" 1 answered, looking
straight Into those duep mysterious
brown eyes which held me as beueath
a spell. "They have drawn ber into
fhelr power because she had no meani |
of defense. The man Is awaiting me I
In the boat outside. 1 Intand to take
her with me."
"But, m'sieur, why that Is Impos-
sible!" cried the old woman in a
hoarse voice. "If you were discovered
by the guards who patrol the lake both
night and day they would shoot you
both."
"I will risk it," I said, and linking
my arm In that of the woman whose
lovely countenance bad verily become
the sun of my existence, I made a sign,
inviting her to accompany me.
The sister barred the door, urging
me to reconsider my decision, but 1
waved ber aside.
Elma recognized my Intentions In a
moment, and allowed herself to be in-
ducted down the long Intricate corri-
dor, walking stealthily, and as we
crept along on tiptoe I felt the girl's
grip upon my arm, a grip that told
me that she placed her faith In me as
her deliverer.
Without a sound we crept forward
until within a few yards from that un-
locked door where the boat awaited us
below, when, of a sudden, the uncer-
tain light of the lantern fell upon
something that shone and a deep voice
cried out of the darkness in Russian:
"Halt! or I fire!"
And, startled, we found ourselves
looking down the muzzle of a loaded
carbine.
A huge sentry stood with his back to
the secret exit, his dark eyes shining
beneath his peaked cap, as he held
his weapon to his shoulder within six
feet of us.
"Speak!" ctled the fellow. "Who
are you?"
At a glance I took In the peril of the
situation, and without a second's hesi-
tation made a dive for the man be-
neath his weapon. He lowered It, but
It was too late, for I gripped him
around the waist, rendering his gun
useless. It was the work of an In-
stant, for 1 knew that to close with
him was my only chance.
(TO BR CONTINUED.)
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REFUSED TO EAT MATCHES
Experiment Proved That Rats and
Mice Have Been Unjustly Accused
of Causing Fires.
Rats, mice and matches have long
been considered a source of fires. An
Investigator, however, after extensive
experiment, reports, in Safety En-
gineering, that there Is no real founda-
tion for the popular Idea. A large num-
ber of rats were caught at different
times and confined in cages with the
ends open for observation. Matches
were then placed in the cages, but no
food, and the rats were left In a quiet
spot in a cellar. In every case the ani-
mals starved to death or ate their com-
panions. Not a match head or splint
was gnawed. The matches were well
seasoned and of different varieties
from the strlke-oh-the-box to the
double-tip and the common parlor
match. A second series of tests was
conducted in a cage measuring more
than six feet square. The result*
were the same.
in all cases the rats were without
food from two to three days, then the
matches were Introduced and the rats
died from starvation within one to five
days after. Like experiments were
conducted with mice and the same re- j
suits obtained, the mice being hungry
from two to three da^s, then the
matches were Introduced and death i
followed In one to live days. In the
larger cages the rats were fed for
periods varying from twenty to forty-
four days In order to permit the ani-
mals to become accustomed to their
surroundings and act normally. A
greater variety of matches was used
In this test. The rats were imprisoned
together in this case and many were
gnawed and eateh by their compan-
ions.
COULDN'T STAND
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Pinkham's Vegetable
Compound.
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Compound and my
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The Proper Weapon.
"I'd like to drive that old miser to
terms."
"Then why not use a screwdriver?"
To Drive Out Malaria
And Build Up The System
Take the Old Standard GROVE'S
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Occasionally a little sin grows up,
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For genuine comfort and lasting pleas-
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All good grocers. Adv.
Precaution Is better than repent-
ance.
These Fish Need Ladder*.
Salmon seeking to scale the Im-
pounding wall at Gibraltar dam, 011
the Santa Ynez river, to reach the up- 1
per canyons and spawn, are reported
to be exhausting their strength aud j
will die.
The city haB reared a wall over ten
feet above the bed of the stream, over j
which the water Is flowing. On the top |
of the wall Is a slight shelving where
the fish, peeking to make the long leap,
land, and they are carried by the flow
back down the stream again.
Engineer Pyzel, who Is In charge |
of the city's reservoir work#, reports
he has watched dozens of big salmon
or salmon trout try to make the
leap and fall, and he Is of the opinion
that all will eventually die. When
the Impounding wall was built the
city did not provide for a fish ladder,
henrte the trouble.—Santa Harbam
Dispatch to Los Angeles Times.
Florence Nightingale's Statue.
"The Lady With the Lamp," statue
of Florence Nightingale, has been un-
vetlnd without ceremonial. In Water-
loo place, London. The statue stands
high on a red and gray granite pedes-
tal, and makes a notable and an ap-
propriate addition to Waterloo place,
liy Its side, fully harmonizing with It
in general outline, Is that of Sidney
Herbert. The effective background
for both Is the Crimean memorial. The
sculptor portrayed his subject In a
sympathetic pose, standing In the vo-
luminous kirt of the early Victorian
period, with the lamp borne In the
right hand. This statue of "The Lady
With the Lamp" Is the flrat publle
statue of a woman In London other
than tliose of royal ladles.
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