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Percy narrow. • younK lij
search of h Job, enters the cnTlce or
'tiosb" McCarthy of New Vnr*. Mr-
Carthy haK )u«t been threatened by an
anonymouH message ordering Mm to nee
to Europe. He does not tak* me Wt"*
.aBe lerlously. Darrow R«« wu,?h
electric apparatus
elevator to try for
Knoi. Suddenly the
In the Atliu building goes out of bu«l-
hMH Kxperte are unable to locate ine
trouble. All at once, without apparent
reaeon, electric connections are restore*!.
The next evening McCarthy la warned
that unless he leaves at once for Europe
a sign will be sent him at si* Pro";P'"
)y at that hour the entire electric appara-
tus of New York Is cut off. Percy Dar-
row thinks he has a clue.
CHAPTER V.—Continued.
"I could tell you exactly what must
have happened," said he, "If the fall
uro was complete. Never mind that.
Was the condition general, or only
local! How far did It extend?"
"It seemed to be confined to New
York, and only about to Highbrldg£.
"Long Island? Jersey?"
"Yes; It hit them, too."
"What are the theories?"
"I couldn't see that they had any—
that I could understand." said Jack
"There's some talk of the Influence of
a comet."
"Rubbish! Who sprung that?"
"Professor Altken, 1 think."
"He ought to know better. Any
others?"
"I couldn't understand them all.
There was one of polarizing the island
because of the Eteel structures; and
the—"
"No human agency?"
"What?"
"No man or men are suspected of
bringing this about?"
"Oh, no! You don't think—"
"No! I don't think. 1 only Imagine;
and I haven't much basis for Imagin-
ing Rut If my Imaginations come out
right, we'll have plenty to do."
"Where, now?" asked Jack, as the
scientist fnlshed dressing and reach-
ed for his hat. "Breakfast?"
"No, 1 ate that before I dressed
We'll make a call on the Atlas Duild-
,n8 " .
"All right," agreed Jack cheerfully.
"What for?"
"To ask McCarthy If he hasn't a job
for you In construction."
Jack came to a dead halt.
"Say!" he cried. "Look here! You
don't quite get the humor of that. Why,
McCarthy loves the name of Warford
about the way a yellow dog loves a
tin can to his tail."
"WWU call on him, just the same,"
Insisted Darrow.
"I'm game," said Jack, "but 1
can tell you the answer right now. No
need to walk to the Atlas Building."
"I have a notion the Atlas Building
Is going to be a mighty interesting
place," Bald Darrow.
They debouched on the street. The
air was soft and golden; the sun warm
with the Indian summer. The clock
on the Metropolitan tower was boom-
ing nine. As the two set out at a slow
caunter down the backwater of the
Bide street, Darrow explained a little
further.
"Jack." said he abruptly, "I'll tell
you what 1 think—or Imagine. 1 be-
lieve last night's phenomena were con-
trolled, not fortuitous or the result of!
natural forces. In other words, some
mac turned off the juice in this city; ^
and turned it on again. How he did it,
I do not know; but he did It very com-
pletely. It was not a question of wir-
ing alone. Even dry-cell batteries weie ;
aSuttted. Now. I can think of only
009 "oroad general principle by which
*>uld accomplish that result. Just ]
moans he took to apply the prin-
ciple Is beyond my knowledge. But
If I am carrect In my supposition,
there oecurs to me no reason why he j
should twt go a step or so farther."
"I .jon't believe I follow," said Jack
contritely.
"Wtat I'm driving at Is this," said
Darrow; "this is not the end of the
circus b7 any means. We're going to
«ee a lot of funny things—If my guesB
Is anywhere near right."
CHAPTER VI.
The Wrath to Come.
"Did you ever meet McCarthy?"
asked Darrow, as the elevator of the
Atlas sprang upward.
"Never."
"Well, no matter what he says or
does, I want you to say nothing—noth-
ing."
"Correct," said Jack. "1*11 down-
charge."
"That> right," Darrow approved
"First of *11, wait outside until 1 call
you."
McCarty/ was already at his desk,
•nd In eHI humor. When Darrow en-
tered, ! merely looked up and
growled
"Good aaornlng," Darrow greeted
him easl> . "Any wireless this morn
SngT"
McCa/*V threw back
- . .
"That annin op'irafoiTJ been leak-
ing'" xried.
"So .« we are 'wireless,'
Darrow. "No, your operator didn't
leak. Who is he?"
"if he didn't leak, what did you say
that for?"
"I'm a pot*1 «ues*Hr' replied Dar-
row enlC-*^ atir.ara. "Thw ,,TT7'
thing about a 'Blgn' being sent, and
such talk?"
"You've been gettln" the dope yowr-
self out of the air," returned Mc-
Carthy sullenly.
"Look here, my fat friend," drawled
Darrow, his eyes half closing, "I'm get-
ting nothing from anywhere except in
my own gray matter. What do your
messages have to say?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"Because I'm Interested—and be-
cause I know who sent 'em."
"So do I," snarled McCarthy, In a
gust of temper.
"And I'm beginning to suspect he's
a man to look out for. And I doubt
if you'll ever find him. Of course,
he's responsible for the row last night
—as well as for the trouble In the
Atlas Building the night before."
"I don't know whether he is or not."
"Oh, yes, you do; and I do; and the
wireless man does. We're the only
three. The rest of them are Btlll
figuring on comets."
"Well?"
"I don't suppose there's any real
doubt left In your mind but that this
man can turn the juice off again, if
he wants to?"
"I don't know as he did It," persisted
McCarthy stoutly.
"Now, how long do you suppose
you'd last if the public should get on
to the fact that this hidden power was
going to exert itself again unless you
left town?"
A slight moisture bedewed Mc-
Carthy's forehead.
"Not all your police, nor all your
power could save you, if the general
public once became thoroughly con-
vinced that It was to go through an-
other experience like last night's un-
less it ousted you. Why, a mob of a
million men would gather against you
In an hour. You see," drawled Percy
Darrow, "why you'd better look after
that wireless man of yours—and me."
"And you," repeated McCarthy.
"What do you want?"
"I want to see those wireless mes-
sages, first of all," Bald Darrow,
reaching out his hand.
McCarthy hesitated; then swiftly
thrust forth the flimsies. Darrow, a
slight smile curving his full red lips,
held them to the light. They read as
follows;
Darrow smiled. I weirdness For silence Is In reality a
"The man who can control the juice ! composite of many lesser noises, in
as this man has Is a scientific ex i woodland almost Inaudible Insects
pert with a full scientific equipment. ] bum. breezes blow, leaves and passes
If he communicated at all, It would be rustle; at sea the tiny waves lap the
by wireless, as that is the easiest sides and equally tiny breaths of a
way to cover his trail. 1 remembered i stir the cordage; wtthin the confine
your telephone message from the fa- of the human shell the mere pbys cal
natlc about sending a sign lmmedl acts of breathing. •w ^n/ wl°ke
ately after, the Atlas Building ex- ing. the mere physleal facts of the
perlenced on a small scale what next circulation of the blood *
day the city experienced on a larger of the heart, produce each its sound,
scale. It was legitimate Inference to
connect one with the other. Of course,
if our telephone friend was the man .
who had brought these thing about, he «ound. perceptible alike to those who
had done It to force you to do what can hear and those who can not. are
he demanded. Hut he would lose the ! the vibrations that accompany every
efTect of. his lesnon unless you under- activity of nature as the manlfesta-
stood his connection with the matter. Hons of motion or of life. An or-
Hence.J concluded that you must have, dinary deep silence Is not bo much
received messages—by wireless—and fin abBence of sound as an absence of
that they must have repeated the accustomed or loud sound. And In that
warning as to a 'Blgn' being sent. It unusual hush often for the first time a
was very simple." | man becomes actutely aware of the
"You're smart, all right," conceded alnglng of the blood In his ears.
McCarthy. i But this silence was absolute. All
After a moment the wireless opera- these minor sounds had been ellm
tor came In. inated.
Even a man totally deaf feels the
subtle Influence of these latter phys-
ical phenomena. And underneath all
For a moment Boss McCarthy Btar-
ed; then shoved back Jils chair with a
risleWi irrotion, and rode. He was like
a thadow on a screen. The filching
from the world of one element of its
every-day life had unexpectedly ren-
dered it all phantasmagoric.
Ab McCarthy shouted, and no sound
came; as he moved from behind his
desk, and no Jar accompanied his
heavy footfall, he appeared to lose
blood and substance, to become unreal
As no Bound Issued from his contorted
face, so it seemed that no force would
follow his blow, were he to deliver one.
He stumbled forward, dazed and
groping as though he were in the
dark, instead of merely In silence; a
striking example in the uncertainty
of his movements of how closely our
senses depend on one another.
Jack spoke twice, then closed his
lips In a grim straight line. He held
his elbows close to his sides, and
looked ready for anything.
A look of mild triumph illumined
Percy Darrow's usually languid coun-
enance. He stepped quickly to the
wall, and turned the button of the In'
cadenBcent globe. The light Instantly-
glowed. At this he nodded twice more
From his pocket he drew a note-book
and pencil, wrote in It a few words
and handed It to the dazed and un
certain boss.
"I was right," Darrow had scrawled
"This proves it It's by no means the
end. Better be good."
McCarthy's bulldog courage had re-
covered from its first daze. He began
to see that this visitation was not en-
tirely personal, but extended also to
his two companions. This relieved
his mind, for he had suspected some
we'll be ready, next ! strange new apoplexy.
"Did you expect this?" he wrote.
"McCarthy: A sign was promised you
at six o'clock. It has been sent. Repent
and beware! Go while there Is yet time.
There were four of these, couched
In almost Identical language. The
fifth and last message was shorter:
"McCarthy:
come.
Flee from the wrath I
"M."
"What," said Darrow, "Is to prevent
the other operators who must have
caught this message from giving it
simmojiw" jald McCarthy, "answer
this man's questions."
"They will be In regard to these
messages," said Darrow. "Wb*;re are
tney rromr-
"Somewhere In the one-hundred to
two-hundred mile circles, depending on
the power of the sending Instrument,
replied the operator promptly.
"Are you sure?"
"I know my Instruments pretty well;
and I've had experience enough so 1
can tell by the sound of the sending
about how far off they come from.
"And thlB was from somewhere
about one to two hundred miles away,
you think?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you know whether any other
Instrument caught tills?"
"No, only mine," He was very posi-
tive.
"How do you know?"
"Mr. McCarthy had me Inquire."
"How do you account for it?"
"I don't know, except that maybe
my instrument happened to be just
tuned to catch it. That s another
reason I know it was from far off. The
farther away the Bending Instrument,
the nearer exactly It has to be tuned
to the receiving instrument. If It was
nearer, 'most anybody'd get it"
Percy Darrow nodded.
"That's all, I guess. No, hold on.
Did any of these come between six
and eight last evening?"
For the first time the operator
smiled.
"No, sir; my Instrument waB dead."
He went out.
"Well?" growled McCarthy.
"I don't kno<v; but I can see more
trpuble." |
"Let him turn off his juice," bins- j
tered the boss;
time."
Percy Darrow smiled.
"Will you?" he contented himself
by saying. Then, after a moment b
pause, he added, "I'll agree to stop this
fellow If you'll give me an absolutely
free hand. I'll even agree to find
him."
"What do you want?"
"I want a job, a good engineering-
construction Job, for a friend of mine.
"What can he do?"
"He can learn. 1 want a good hon-
est place where he can learn under a
good man."
"Who Is he?"
"I'll bring him In."
A moment later Jack, In answer to
a summons, entered the office.
McCarthy stared at him. "What
kind of a job?" he growled.
"Something active and out of doors."
Darrow answered for him; "streets,
water, engineering."
"It's a holdup," said McCarthy sul-
lenly drawing a tablet toward himself
and thrusting the stub of a pencil into
his mouth.
"A beneficent and just holdup," add
ed Darrow; "the first of Its kind In
this city."
McCarthy glared at him malevo-
lently.
"It don't go unless you deliver the
goods," he threatened.
"Understood." agreed Darrow.
"What's his name?" demanded Mc-
Carthy, withdrawing the pencil stub,
and preparing to write.
"His name," answered Darrow, "is
John Warford, Junior."
McCarthy started to his feet with
a bellow of rage, his face turning pur-
ple.
"Of all the infernal—!" he roared,
and stopped, as though stricken dumb.
For two or three words further his
mouth and throat went through the
motions of speech. Then an expres-
sion of mingled fear and astonishment
overspread his countenance. He Bank
back Into his chair. Percy Darrow
nodded twice and smiled.
Darrow nodded
Together the three ghosts left the
phantom office, and glided down the
phantom halls. Other ghoBts in vari-
ous stages of alarm were already mak-
ing their way down the stairs. Some
of them spoke, but no sound came.
One woman, her eyes frightened,
reached out furtively to touch her
neighbor, apparently to assure herself
of hiB reality. Urged by an uncon-
trollable impulse, a man thrust his
hand through the ground glass of an
office door. The glass shivered, and
crashed to the tile floor. The pieces
broke—silently. It was as though the
man had been the figure In a cinemato-
graph illusion. He stared at his cut
and bleeding hand. The woman who
had touched the man suddenly threw
back her head and screamed. They
could see her eyes roll back, her face
change color, could discern the strain-
ing of her throat. No sound came.
At this a panic seized them. They
rushed down the stairs, clambering
over one another, pushing, scrambling,
falling. A mob of a hundred men
fought for precedence. Blows were
struck. No faintest murmur of tumult
came from their futile heat. It might
have been the riot of a wax-works in
a vacuum.
They fell into the lower hallway,
and fought their way to ihe <rtre*t,
and stood there dazed and staring, a
strange, wild-eyed, white-faced, bfoody
crew The hurrying avenue stopped to
gaze on them curiously, gathering com-
pact a mob that blocked all traffic.
Policemen pushed their way in and
began roughly to question—and to
question In real audible wordB.
But for the space of a full minute
these people Btood there btaring up-
ward, drinking in the blessed sound
that poured in on them lavishly from
the life of the street; drinking deep
gulps of air, as though air had lacked.
Darrow, and with him Jack War-
ford, had descended more leisurely.
Hefore leaving the building Darrow
placed the flat of Ms hands over his
ears, and motioned Jack to do the
same. Thus they missed the stunning
effect of receiving the world of noise
at once; as a mas goes to a bright
light from a dark room. Furthermore.
Darrow returned several times from
the sound to the silence, trying to de-
termine where the line of demarca-
tion was drawn. Then, motioning to
Jack, he began methodically to make
his way "through,the crowd.
This proved to be by no means an
easy task. Rumors of all sort* were#
afoot Some bold spirit* were testing
a new Bensatlon by venturing Into the
corridor of the building. The police
were undecided as to what should be
done. One or two reporters were al
ready at hand, investigating. Mc-
Carthy, his assurance returned, was
conversing earnestly with a police
captain.
Percy Darrow, closely followed by
Jack, managed to worm his way
through the crowd, and finally de-
bouched on Broadway.
What was It? What struck us?"
demanded Jack. "Do you know?"
"I can guess; in essence," said Per-
cy. "I was pretty sure after last eve-
ning's trouble; but this underscores
It, proves It. Also, It opens the way"
What do you mean?"
Along the lines of these phenomena
there are two more things possible.
Possible, I say. They might be called
certain, were we dealing only with
theory; but there Is still some doubt
how the practical side of it may work
out"
"I suppose you know what you re
talking about," said Jack resignedly
"I don't" ,
"You don't need to, yet But here I
what I mean. If my theory Is correct,
we are likely to be surprised still fur-
ther."
Jack ruminated; then his engaging
young face lighted up with a smile.
"Alh right" said he; "I'm enlisted
for the war. What have you got to
do with It?"
•Til explain this much," said Dar-
row; "more I'll not tell at present,
even to you. If one breath should get
out that any one suspected—well, this
is a man-bunt"
"Who's the man?"
"An enemy of McCarthy."
"Whom you are going to find for
him?"
"Perhaps."
"And you were putting up that Job
for me as part of your pay!"
Percy Darrow smiled slowly.
"As all of my pay—from McCarthy,"
said he. "I was just bedeviling him."
Jack Warford started to say some-
thing, but the scientist cut him short.
"This Is bigger than McCarthy," he
said decisively. "We are the only peo-
ple In thie city wh« suspect a human
origin of these phenomena. Other
men i>re yet working, and will con-
tinue to work, on the supposition that
they are the results of some unbal-
anced natural conditions. The phe-
nomena are, as yet, harmless It will
not greatly injure the city, once it is
prepared to be without electricity or
without sound for limited periods. 1
doubt very much whether the Un-
known can continue these phenomena
for longer than limited periods. But
conceivably this man may become a
peril. He has, if I reason correctly,
four arrows In his quiver; the fourth
is dangerous. It Is our duty to find
him before he uses the fourth arrow
—If Indeed he has discovered the
method of doing so. That is always in
doubt."
Jack's eyes were shining.
"Bully!" be cried.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
MOST POPULAR
BURGLAR KILLED
"Sorry to Disturb Folks," He
Said, "But I Never Harm
Anyone."
ONE VICTIM MOURNS
Makes Mistake of Making Second
Cail at Home In Same Night and
Is Killed in Skirmish
With Police.
Kansas City, Mo.—That polity
burglar, the late Charles E. Smith,
sought to bring to his craft a degree
of gentility and consideration that
would gain and retain the good will
and esteem of his clientele. But
Burglar Charles overestimated his
standing in the home of Jam^s B.
Welsh, 1734 Jefferson street, when he
sought to make a return call at that
home the same night that he had tried
and failed to rob the vault at the GlrU'
hotel near by.
Seven bullets narrowly missed the
fleeing Charles. As it was, the burglar
escaped, only to be killed In a skir-
mish with two policemen after rob-
bing a house at 3210 Washington
street
Details of Smith's two calls at the
Welsh residence were revealed when
police headquarters received a visit
from Mr. Welsh, a real estate man. He
was accompanied by Mrs. Welsh.
Discusses Ethics With Woman.
Mrs. Welsh had been awakened
when the light of a dark lantern fell
upon her face. A youthful, well modu-
lated voice reassured her.
The voice from the vicinity of the
lantern explained that the visitor was
"just a burglar making an honest liv-
ing."
Mrs. Welsh, who is corresponding
secretary of the Y. W. C. A., was
much interested In the young man's
attitude. She asked him If he thought
It right to go into other people's
houses? Didn't he know that he would
be imprisoned, If not killed?
"I just take the chance," said
Burglar Charles. "Life is a gamble.
Everywhere you hear that. I'm Just
a chap out of work. Of course I am
sorry to disturb folks."
Mrs. Welsh sat up in bed. The
burglar took a chair. A long conver-
sation under these unusual circum-
stances followed. During the conver-
sation Mrs. Welsh told the burglar
Economical Mabel.
Percy (sitting on the parlor Bofa
wifli Mabel at Ms side) ' It s just -.his
way. Miss Mabel; I truly wish to get
married, but above all things, the girl
who consents to be my wife must be
economical." Mabel—"Say Percy, this
is getting Interesting. Wait a moment
till I turn down the gas."
'Do You Know Whether Any Other
Instrument Caught This?"
CHAPTER VII.
A World of Ghosts.
A deathly stillness had all at once
fallen like a blanket, blotting out Mc-
Carthy's violent speech. The rattling
. . . ..i,,. I tvDewriter in the next room was
't know, confessed .IcCa > abrupUy gtIlled The roar 0f the city
died as a living creature Is cut by the
sword—all at once, without the transi-
ttonary running down of most silences.
Absolute dense stillness, like that of a
sea calm at night, took the place of
the customary city noises. In his as-
heavy
Mrs. Welsh Was Awakened by the
Flash of a Dark Lantern.
that she trusted he would not go Into
the room occupied by her mother, a
woman of eighty-five, who might be
badly frightened.
"I won't," he agreed.
But the burglar, perhaps by acci-
dent, found his way Into that very
room. Mrs. Welsh's mother sprang
from bed.
''Are you a burglar?" the woman
demanded.
"I am," the burglar replied. "And
to the public? What, indeed, is to
prevent M.'s appealing direct to the
public?'*
"I don
miserably, "Do you?"
"Not at this moment Will you send
for the operator who took these?"
McCarthy snatched down the tele-
phone receiver, through which pres-
ently he spoke a message.
"What have you got to do with
tt,.r b. h*. h„„« | «<•.£. ™ K
-o.
noiselessly, as would the lhkstand
once a moving picture.
course.
"3ure," gr0wU.d McCarthr - world thus BUddenly
TT X "What Ts U'" stricken dumb, to be transported oral-
glad cf it. W hat s . fhether ]y from the roar of a city to the peace
woodland or a becalmed sea is
What Is it?"
I ll tell you when I'm Bure w
' I can do anything for you in this mat- j of a
i l can uo auj a certainly astonishing enough
his heavy: ter.
If tills fellow didn't leak, how did ! Hut this silence was particularly ter-
vou know about them wireless?" de- rlfylng. to both McCarthy and Jack
i ' ti viwarthv aealn "How do Warford, though neither would have
| manded McC y , b n abje l0 analyze the reason for Its
observed j you know who s doln this? |"c "
better thai, any medicine
Just a Few Well-Chosen Words and Ail-
ing Singer Was Restored to
Vigorous Health.
"I am sorry to learn you are bo 111
that you cannot possibly be In your
accustomed place tomorrow morning.
MIbb HyBee," said the minister s wife,
condolingly, "and I have hurried over
to say you need not feel the slightest
uneasiness about the solo you were
to sing in the opening anthem. Dr.
Goodman and the organist have ar-
ranged that Miss Gonby shall take the
part, and—"
"What?"
The popular soprano of the Rev. Dr.
Goodman's church choir at once sat
bolt upright in bed.
"What?" she screamed. That oia
maid with the cracked voice try to
sing my solo? Never!" ....
With one hand she tore the band-
ages off her head; with the other she
swept the medicines from the little
table to the floor, and then she kicked
down the coverlets.
"Tell Dr. Goodman end the organist.
the minister's wife, quietly, to herself
she said, In a tone that rang through you are the lady's mother--and 1 jut*
the house like the silvery tones of a I promised not to disturb you.
bell, "to notify Miss Gonby that she [ sorry. You are not afraid.
needn't mangle that solo. I'll be there! "| "Just so you don t do an> thing
I thought that would do it," said ; mean."
Sought Friendly Shelter.
The robbery over, Burglar Charles
gracefully and quietly withdrew be-
fore the woman could give an alarm.
When the robbery of the Girls' ho-
tel failed the polite burglar needed a
friendly shelter. Very well, he would
make another professional call to the
Welsh home.
In through the same window went
of the farmer, and It is a subject for the burglar. Up the same stairs,
purchase and sale, and upon its qual- j With the confidence of being among
ity depends Its demand and its value, j friends, he got into Mr. Welsh's room.
There are two kinds of labor, the one A startled exclamation! A revol-
manual and the other mental. When j ver shot! Mr. Welsh had fired,
the skilled workman possesses a train- | As the burglar leaped through the
Value of Labor.
Labor 1b a commodity to be bought
ar.d sold notwithstanding the maudlin
criticism of some theorists, writeB C.
W Post in Leslie's. Labor Is not the
mar himself, whom I consider a part
of the divine, but labor is his output
Just the same as wheat Is the output
ed mind which directs his hands, be
rises In value, and when he reaches a
plane where his mind Is so well train-
ed that he In turn becomes a creator
and must needs devise and direct, he
then requires other hands to carry
rut his Ideas. Then he again rises in
the plane of value to humanity, and
his compensation must keep pace.
front door Mr. Welsh took a second
shot at the too trustful visitor.
Mrs. Welsh told the police that she
could not be sorry that Smith had
been killed.
Mrs. Welsh was shown a photograpt
of the rn a who had become known to
the police as "the best liked burglar in
Kansas City." She recognized him.
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Burke, J. J. The Daily Transcript (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 2, No. 252, Ed. 1 Saturday, May 22, 1915, newspaper, May 22, 1915; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc112968/m1/2/: accessed April 19, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.