The Lexington Leader (Lexington, Okla.), Vol. 23, No. 28, Ed. 1 Friday, March 27, 1914 Page: 3 of 10
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LEXINGTON, OKLA.. LEADER
Charlati
Edmonds
Walk,
Author of
"The SW&r Blade:'. "The Paternoster Ruby!' Etc.
(SOPyJS/GJfT JS?72 3L C?.74cCLl/teG"Qc CO
SYNOPSIS.
Rudolph van Vechten, a young man of
leisure, Is astonished to see a man enter
No. 1813, a house across the street from
the Powhatan club, long unoccupied and
•poken of as the House of Mystery. Sev-
eral persons at regulur intervals enter
No. 1713. Van Vechten expresses concern
to his friend. Tom Phinney, regarding the
whereabouts of his cousin and fiancee,
Paige Carew. A man Is forcibly ejected
from th house. Van Vechten and Tom
follow the man and And him dead In the
street. Van Vechten Is attracted by the
face of a girl In the crowd of onlookers
eurrounding the body. Later he discov-
ers the girl gazing at him with a look of
Bcorn from the windows of the mysteri-
ous house. Detective Flint calls on Van
Vechten to get his version of the trag-
edy Tom Phinney goes alone on a yacht-
ing trip. He recognises among some per-
sons in a passing motor boat two men
whom he had seen enter the House of
Mystery. He sees one of them, a Mr. Cal-
lls, on shore later and follows him. Tom
Is seized, blindfolded and taken to a
house. He hears a girl named Jessie, evi-
dently the daughter of the man In author-
ity, question his captors. A sweet-voiced
fflrl later protests against the roughness
of his captors. Van Vechten calls on his
uncle, Theodore Van Vechten, big man
In Wall street and known as the "Man of
iron,' In search of information regarding
the whereabouts of Paige Carew. Detec-
tive Flint shows Van Vechten a gold
mesh purse found In the House of Mys-
tery. Van recognizes It as belonging to
Paige Carew. The sweet-voiced girl helps
Tom Phinney escape. A message from
Ivondon reports that two ladles resem-
bling Miss Carew and her companion,
Mrs. Devereaux, sailed for New York
some time previously. It develops that
the ladles visited the English home of
Temple Bonner, owner of the House of
Mystery. Flint has a theory that they
are connected with the mystery of No.
1313. It is recalled that Temple Bonner
•was In love with a daughter of Compton
Schuyler who married Max Willard. The
other daughter married a man named
Pevereaux. Bonner and Willard were In-
timate friends. A search Is started for
Willard.
BOOK II.
CHAPTER IX.—Continued.
"Humph! Shouldn't think Flint
Would have been that careless," was
his Immediate conclusion. It did not
occur to him that somebody already
might be within, but contented himself
with the belief that the detective had
neglected to make fast the door after
his visit Sunday afternoon.
Settling the incident thus to his own
satisfaction, he entered and closed the
door behind him.
He glimpsed Into the kitchen, and
promptly withdrew with a shudder. Off
on one side a huge range stood, red
with ruet, and everywhere were cob-
webs and layer upon layer of dirt. A
sleek rat darted into the denser shad-
ows, and the opening door disturbed
hundreds of enormous cockroaches.
Some scuttled away, but others re-
mained motionless and watched him
with malignant eyes that sparkled
weirdly In the half-light
He shook off his feeling and ad-
vanced toward the stairs, which
loomed dimly .before him. But thence-
forward he moved with utmost circum-
spection, pausing frequently at some
Imagined sound, or to determine the
nature of some shape unexpectedly
confronting him In a darker corner.
And scarcely had he arrived at the
first floor than his strained attentive-
ness was rewarded by a sound that
was unmistakable—one that brought
him up short—a sound of human
voices. A distinctly unpleasant ting-
ling sensation played over his scalp
and at the back of his neck. The tem-
porary alarm, however, instantly van-
ished, and instead he was filled with
wonder and curiosity at thlB unlooked-
for exploration.
Who could have chosen a spot so
desolate and God-forsaken In which to
carry on a conversation?
He recalled the unlatched door;
manifestly whoever was inside with
tolm had entered by means of a key,
precisely as he had been equipped to
do, and had neglected to fasten the
4oor after them. At any rate, the mat
ter was worth Investigating; then, if
he saw that he was an Intruder, he
would quietly withdraw.
When they first Btartled him the
voices were so low that he was unable
to determine anything about them—
bow many were talking, or In what
portion of the house the speakers
were. Then of a Budden he received
a fresh shock of Burprise. One of the
voices rose in a note of anger.
It was a woman's—nay, a girl's.
And now he was able to locate the
eource of the sounds. They came from
somewhere In the second story and to-
ward the rear of the house. With in-
finite caution, he crept up the front
stairway to the upper hall.
The voices sounded incessantly, first
a man'B, hoarse and rumbling, then
the girl's, then sometimes both to-
gether. Van Vechten paused at a real-
ization that the two were quarreling
and that the girl's voice was quivering
with intense indignation.
He advanced more rapidly, and pres-
ently came to a halt before a closed
door, on the farther side of which the
two disputants without doubt were en
gaged. And then perforce ha became
an eavesdropper.
"Go, go, go!" cried the feminine
voice, shrill with exasperation and
anger. "I tell you, I will not stand
this annoyance. Whatever In the
world possessed you to follow me 1
can't imagine. Go—get out of my
eight. 1 don't want to hear a word you
have to say!"
At the next wotds Van Vechten
started so violently that, had the un-
seen couple been less absorbed In
their quarrel, they must have heard
him. The girl was Btlll speaking.
"You have done many things to an-
ger me that I have overlooked, John
Callis; but your following me here is
JuBt a bit more than 1 can endure.
Now I mean to tell father Just how
you have been harassing me, and,
mark my words, he will put a stop to
It. Why did you come after it waB de-
cided that I was to do the errand
alone?"
"You know," Callis' deep voice
growled. "You take precious care that
I don't get to talk to you anywhere
else."
"And why?" returned the girl, wtth-
eringly. "Because you can't be sen-
sible. No, no; don't Interrupt," she
commanded. "If you have followed
me here to learn what I think of you.
then listen to me. I'll make my mean-
ing so plain that it will penetrate even
to your dull understanding."
"There was a time that I liked fou,
John—how could I help It when in bo
many ways you have been so loyal?
Even now I admire that loyalty."
"A dog's!" the man contemptuously
Interjected; but the girl Ignored the
interruption.
"But you are so obtuse that you can
not see when your familiarities are dis-
tasteful? I am sure I have never en-
couraged you by word or look. Can-
not you realize that by persisting In
them you only excite loathing and
fear—
But, no, I am not afraid of you."
The voice abruptly softened. "And I
don't loathe you, John; It's wicked for
me to say such a thing; but you will
drive me to loathing you If you persist
<sFl
"I Can Hold This Ruffian—at Least
Until You Make Good Your Es-
cape."
In making love to me. I do not love
you. I never have, I never can."
A roar from the man cut short her
words
"Damn It, I'll make you love me!"
The words rattled harshly in his
throat "Do you think I have been
working and waiting all these years
from any sense of duty or loyalty to
your father? Then the more fool you.
It was for you—do you hear me? You!
I meant at the first that you should be
my wife; I have meant It all along;
1 mean it now more than ever. And—
by God! you shan't turn me down in
this way! I won't—I can't stand it!".
There was a pause. The stillness of
the mouldering corridors and empty
chambers seemed to gather and weigh
down upon the listener like a palpable
substance. What should he do; re-
treat without letting his presence be
known, or open the door and Inter-
fere? So far the girl had demonstrated
her ability to handle the situation, and
he shrtfnk from appearing as an of-
ficious meddler; yet, for the life of
him, until he was vouchsafed at least
a hint of the altercation's outcome, he
could not depart.
The silence was quite abruptly
broken by the girl's voice, cold now
and biting.
"John, stand away from the door,
and let me by."
No response from the man.
"Are you going to let me pass?"
And again, apparently, he was un-
able to contain himself.
"No!" he buret forth. "If all my
months of waiting and giving—myself,
y'understand—giving the best of me
for you—if my only payment is to be—
scorn and contempt I suppose you'd
call It—then, by heaven! I'll make
you suffer! I'll break your spirit; 1
—I'll—" .
"John!" in a shocked voice.
Ho did not heed; all restraint was
thrown to the winds, and he drove on
In a reckless frenzy of speech.
"You think I care what happens to
me, do you? Huh! Blame little you
know about John Callis. If I can't
have you 1 don't care a whoop in
hades what becomes of me. If I can't
have you nobody else shall. Scream,
if you want to—yell at the top of your
voice—there's nobody to hear you."
"John!" The girl was now genuine-
ly alarmed. "Don't talk so wildly!
You'll regret this. And don't—don't
look at me like that!" Another brief
pause and she concluded pleadingly:
"Please, John, let me got"
"1 shan't"—doggedly.
"What do you mean to do with me,
John?"
"I don't know. I haven't made up
my mind. Maybe I'll kill you—if you
drive me to it."
The girl must have rushed toward
the door, desperately striving to win
past him, and Just as certainly he
must have caught her and stayed her
steps. What followed was pretty much
confused in Van Vechten's mind. There
was a sound of scuffling; the incensed
listener In the hall heard the girl cry
out in an agitated voice: "Oh! You
are hurting me!" which was immedi-
ately followed by a stifled shriek that
chilled the blood in his veins
Next instant he had grasped the
knob and thrown all his weight against
the door.
It was unbolted and crashed open
with explosive violence. His irrup-
tion promptly quieted the disturbance.
The man—it was the sandy-complex-
loned man—stood with dropped Jaw.
staring blankly at the Intruder.
And the girl? His heart leaped. His
whole being was suffused with a warm
glow. The girl that he had despaired
of ever seeing again, what unhappy
mischance had brought her to this
peril? And what unrecognized mes- |
sage had prompted him to arrive upon
the scene so opportunely?
After the first shock of pleased sur-
prise, Van Vechten flamed, then
turned to Ice. His regard traveled to
(ho man in a narrowed look of anger
that left him white to the lips. It was
a hard look, an ugly, wicked look that
spelled danger.
But his lifelong habit of repression
checked any violent display of feeling
on his part The spell was broken
when he composedly advanced a step
farther into the room, not for an in-
stant moving his steely regard from
the man. All of a sudden his thin lips
twisted in an odd little smile that
was not at all pleasing to Bee.
"Well?" he said quietly. Save for
the unmistakable undercurrent of
menace, the tone might have been af-
fable.
So profound was the other man's
stupefaction that he mechanically re-
leased the girl's wrists and fell back
a pace. Only a quick anticipation of
his act saved her from falling to the
floor; as it was she staggered back-
ward until a dust-coated library table
stayed her. At this she clutched,
clinging to its edges, and, wide-eyed,
stared from one to the other of the
men. Her tormentor's brain, obvious-
ly, stirred only sluggishly; but all at
once the sullen features were congest-
ed with blood, the veins on his fore-
head swelled, and all his fury—now re-
doubled—was directed at Van Vech
ten.
"Where in hell did you come from?"
he snarled venomously.
"Anyhow, not the same neighbor-
hood that bred you." Van Vechten
eyed him a moment longer with inex-
pressible disfavor. "Good Lord!" he
added. "What a nasty brute you are!"
Nothing less than paralyzing amaze-
ment, apparently, restrained Callis
from leaping upon Van Vechten and
finishing him out of hand. And per-
haps, too, there was a quality In the
young man's bearing that had some-
thing to do with it—his unflinching
nerve, the mastery of his look, the in-
evitable dominance of caste and breed-
ing. With a little bow, Van Vechten
turned again to the girl.
"You are at perfect liberty to de-
part," he said, with calm, dignified
deference. "And, really. I think you
had better do so at once. I can hold
this ruffian—at least until you make
good your escape. Once you are in
the street, you know, and you are
safe."
By this time she had regained some-
thing of her own composure; but the
cool assurance of this punctiliously
garbed young man, the obvious deter-
mination and air of authority that lay
behind his courtesy, evoked from her
PECULIAR BURIALS
Graves of Alaskan Tribes Show
Many Strange Customs.
FRUIT
LAXATIVE
a look of startled wonder. The heavy
laBhes half-veiled her dark eyes as
they wavered to Callis, then back
again to him; It was a covert, all-ap-
praising glance. Then her lips curled
scornfully.
What was passing In her mind was
only too plain to Van Vechten. He
flushed Uotly. Already he had made
the same comparison; and ho fostered
no Illusions respecting the possible
outcome of a combat.
Never before hsd he been confront-
ed by any man so Irresponsible with
rage, or one with whom It was so
hopeless to attempt to reason; never
In all bis life had he Btruck a man In
anger; but he knew there was Just one
way In which he could Buccor this dis-
dainful beauty, and that would be to
pit his endurance against the bully's
strength, to guard himself as much as
possible against hiB repeated on-
slaughts, and delay pursuit of the girl
until he (Van Vechten) was pounded
Into insensibility—or mayhap slain. He
did not blink that contingency. Yet
without the slightest hesitation, he
had resolved to offer himself to the
sacrifice.
He was guilty of no error of Judg-
ment now, however; Callis gave him
! but scant time to reflect, then rushed,
not at him, but at the girl. Simultane-
ously Van Vechten plunged headlong
forward, interposing his lighter body
between.
Amid the stress and confusion of
violent situations, the human mind Is
capable of the most ridiculous pranks
And at this critical moment Van Vech-
ten's prompted him to commit such an
absurdity.
"Get out of here, you little idiot!"
he yelled at the girl, who seemed
frozen to the table.
She hesitated one second longer,
then, with a Btifled scream, slipped In-
to the hall and closed the door after
her.
It would not be pleasant to record
what happened in that room. There is
nothing heroic in a baited rat darting
desperately from a trap Into the Jaws
of a waiting terrier, nor In the spec-
tacle of a lamb being prodded to the
shambles. For perhaps five minutes
Vt%i Vechten succeeded in preventing
Callis from grasping the door-knob—
a period in which he was reduced from
a correctly dressed, rather handsome
young gentleman to an object that was
no more than a tattered, bloody sem-
blance of humanity—and then he sank
into oblivion.
Callis stared at his motionless ad
versary. Why didn't the fool move?
The answer came promptly, unbidden:
Because he couldn't. He would never
move again, unless, perchance, it
should be to rise up and follow him—
out of the room, along the echoing
halls, down the dusty stairs, into the
Street; whithersoever he went, turn
and double, twist and dodge, there
would be that Thing at his side, until
at last—
And there was yet another shadow
in this Bilent house, one other fear-
some shade; suppose it Bhould detach
Itself from the rest; suppose the two
shadows should get together and enter
into an unholy pact to work his undo-
ing?
John Callis clenched hie teeth to
stop their chattering. His starting
glance skirted the room and sought to
penetrate the shadows, which every
minute were looming larger and larger
and more obscure, then was irresisti-
bly drawn back to the shapeless
blurred heap In the corner. He did
not look away from It again.
Swallowing convulsively, licking his
dry lips with a dry tongue, he backed
noiselessly, step by step, until ^he
brought up against the door. Never
for an Instant did the horrible dread of
the two shadows blending and follow-
ing him pause in Its unnerving sug-
gestion.
He felt for the knob like one In a
nightmare. Finding it. he stealthily
opened the door and slunk away.
(to be (Continued.)
Some Are of the Crudest Character,
While With Others Great Pains Are
Taken In Honoring Their Dead
and Keeping Memory Green.
New York,—The graves and burial
places of the native Alaskan tribes
chow a variety of strange customs.
Some are of the crudest character,
while with others the Alaskan Indians
go to great pains In honoring their
dead and keeping their memory
green. This Is literally true with
the natives of Prince of Wales Island,
where large tree trunks are erected
near their houses, tho lnsldes hol-
lowed out and the coffins of the dead
members of the family placed upright
therein. These trunks are planted
with the butts at the top and on these
dirt Is placed in which are planted
small trees and bushes. The general
efTect Is rather pretty and decorative,
although of course having the body of
your dead mother-in-law Just outside
and on a levei with your wtndow
would not probably appeal strongly to
most people. The Alaskans Insist
upon maintaining this peculiar burial
custom even where the missions have
to some extent exerted a civilizing
Influence.
Another burial custom In vogue
near Ketchikan is to guard the grave
of the dear departed with strange
looking effigies carved out of wood, in
which the natives display consider
able skill. These figures are given
the shape of both human and animal
forms. The natives have no particu-
lar pride as to the material they use
for graveyard decoration. White
men'B boards, or parts of old
wrecked ships are utilized in grave
making where they are available, but
the carved figures are characteristic'
ally Alaskan. The most crude burial
Is that given some of the EBkimoti
FOR SICK CHILD
"California Syrup of Figs" can't
harm tender stomach,
liver and bowels.
Every mother realize^, after giving
her children "California Syrup of
Figs" that this la their Ideal laxative,
because they love Its pleasant taste
and It thoroughly cleanses the tender
little stomach, liver and bowels with-
out griping.
When cross, Irritable, feverish or
breath is bad, stomach sour, look at
the tongue, mother! If coated, give a
teaspoonful of this harmless "fruit
laxative," and In a few hours all the
foul, constipated waste, sour bile and
undigested food passes out of the bow-
els, and you have a well, playful child
again. When Its little system is full
of cold, throat sore, has stomach-ache,
diarrhoea, Indigestion, colic—remem-
ber, a good "Inside cleaning" should
always be the first treatment given.
Millions of mothers keep "California
Syrup of Figs" handy: they know a
teaspoonful today saves a sick child
tomorrow. Ask at the store for a 60-
cent bottle of "California Syrup of
Figs," which has directions for babies,
children of all ages and grown-upa
printed on the bottle. Adv.
Typical Totem Pole.
where the corpse Is simply wrapped
In a blanket of skin and laid upon
the ground with a weighted pole
thrown over it to keep the wind from
blowing away the skin.
RIFT IN BLEICHRODER FIRM
Bitter Litigation Begun Between Mem-
bers of Berlin Private
Banking House.
Berlin.—Internal differences have
broken out among the members of a
leading private banking house, Iiielch-
roder & Co., famous as the concern
which helped Bismarck finance the
war against France.
The dissension has reached the
Btage of litigation In the courts. The
two principal partners of the firm,
Sansvon Bleichroder and Paul von
WAS A PERSONAL SUBJECT
Good Reasons Why Mr. Higgins Wai
Not at All Sorry the Conversa-
tion Was Interrupted.
Mrs. Hiram Higgins was speak-
ing her mind to Hiram In a man-
ner that was emphasis long drawn
out. From the room where they were
Hiram could see the front porch and
when he observed the parson come in
and pause at the steps within ear-shot,
he told his wife of the visitor, and
went out to meet him."
"Ah, good morning, Brother Hig-
gins," said the parson In pleasant
greeting. "I hope I didn't Interrupt
a family conversation. Didn't I hear
your wife talking?"
"That's all right, parson. Come
right in," said Mr. Higgins, glad
enough.
"I hope I didn't disturb her before
Bhe finished her subject" said the
parson, taking a chair.
"I'm glad you did, parson," said Mr.
Higgins, cheerfully.
"What was the subject?" laughed
the parson. "Woman suffrage?"
"No, sir; it was me."
Whereupon both of them began to
laugh, but suddenly quit as Mrs. Hig-
gins came out smiling.
PAST GOING
FOR TWO YEARS
And This Lady Thinks She Would
Have Become Helpless, but for
Cardui, The Woman's Tonic.
Waldron, Ark.—Miss Gertrude Hous-
ton, of this place, authorizes the fol-
lowing for publication: "I want to"
tell all ladies who suffer from any
kind of womanly trouble, among them,
weakness, headache, backache, hurting
In sides, pains every month, nervous-
ness, etc., to try Cardui, the woman's
tonic. Get it at once, as it is what
you need. After you use one bottle,
you will never regret your start.
I was Just about past going for over
two years, with the above ailments,
and had it not been for Cardui, I
would have been helpless, no doubt.
I took one bottle, and my health
began to improve, and before the bot-
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my health is perfectly all right.
So, lady friends, if you want a medi-
cine that will do you real good, take
Cardui, the woman's tonic."
If you are weak and ailing, think
what it would mean to recover as rap-
Idly and surely as did Miss Houston.
Schwabach, seek to expel from the j In the past 60 years, this strength-
partnership Herr von Blaschke, the
expulsion to take effect at the end of
1914.
The litigation concerns a contract
under which Von Blaschke became a
member of the firm, the prolongation
of which is opposed. There is also a
I quarrel over the proposed admission
of one of the younger Bielchroders
into the firm.
SOME REMARKS ON INCOMES
Pertinent Just Now When the Subject
Is a Matter of General
Discussion.
Incomes are now being taxed. It Is.
therefore, desirable that something
should be known about them. An In
come 1b anything which you cannot
live upon expressed in terms of law-
ful money. Lawful money Is anything
which will be accepted by the mem-
bers of a state legislature, or a police
captain, or your wife. Incomes were
created for two purposes; to lie about
and to live beyond. Many people who
will not have to pay any are complain-
ing to their friends and neighbors
about the way they are oppressed by j pany It keeps.—Life,
the Income tax. This Is one of those
natural phenomena which no scientist
has been able to explain.
Incomes vary In size according to
how many people have worked for you
in the past or are working for you at
present No income is without honor
somewhere, except in the family it is
vainly attempting to support. Here It
1b generally despised and looked down
upon. ;
An Income tax is an effort on the
part of the government to make you
feel that you are wealthy. Also to
support the government In Its main
business in life, namely, living beyond
its Income.
The government, which receives a
larger income than any one else,
should be taxed upon it The pro-
ceeds might go toward relieving mil-
lionaires in distress.
Every income is known by the com-
MAN IS ARRESTED AS A SPY
Stranger Was Doing Things That
Must Not Be Done at Fortified
Places in France.
Paris.—Near Toul, one of the moBt
important fortified places on the
French eastern frontier, the guardian
of a battery noticed a man close to
the forts who was examining the
neighborhood with a pair of strong
field glasses, taking notes in a book
and carrying a camera. The guardian
called another man and they arreBted
the stranger, who resisted vigorously.
His camera was found to hhve, a
telescopic lens, and he carried a map
showing the disposition of the neigh-
boring forts. He gave his name as
Burgard, born in Germany but now
living in France at Helllecourt
A health census of the babies of St
Louis will be taken under the direc-
tion of three society women.
Historical Coins Found.
Hooslck Falls, Va.—Henry Babcock,
a rag sorter, says he has two half dol-
lars, dated 1826, which he found in an
old pair of trousers, along with a note
that said the owner, a beggar, had re-
ceived the coins from Abraham Lin-
coln as he entered Ford's theater,
Washington, on the night he wag shot.
building remedy has been used by
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It of untold value in relieving woman-
ly pains and ailments.
If you are a woman, therefore, try
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building effect on the womanly consti-
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N B.— IVrtU to: Ladles' Advisory Dept.. Chatta-
nooga Medicine Co., Chattanooga, Tenn.. for
Special ImtTudiont, and 64-page book. Home Treat-
ment tor Women." sent in plain wrapper, on
request. Adv.
Argentina a Good Customer.
Argentina is the foremost South
American country as a market for
products of the United States, our
Bales thereto In the last calendar year
having been $55,000,000 in value, com-
pared with $40,000,000 to Brazil and
$52,000,000 to the remaining 12 coun-
tries of that continent.
Dr. Pierce's rieasnnt Pellets regulate
snd invigorate stomach, liver and bowels.
Sugar-coated, tiny granules, easy to take.
Do not gripe. Adv.
That man is playing in luck who
can stretch the truth without break-
lug his word.
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To set thu sennine, rail lor full name, LAXA-
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The Lexington Leader (Lexington, Okla.), Vol. 23, No. 28, Ed. 1 Friday, March 27, 1914, newspaper, March 27, 1914; Lexington, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc110614/m1/3/: accessed April 23, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.