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NORMAN DAILY TRANSCRIPT
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* * The Mystery of a Silent; Love * *
6/rQwMn WILLIAM LIQUEUX
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The yacht Lola narrowly escapes wreck
fn Leghorn harbor. Gordon Or**KK. locum
tenenw for the British consul, 1m called
upon by Hornby, the Ilia's owner, and
dines aboard with him and his friend,
Hylton Chater. Aboard the yacht he ac-
cidentally sees a room full of arms and
ammunition and a torn photoRr.iph of a
youos Klrl. That night the consul's safe
Is robbed and the I.ola puts suddenly to
sea. The police find that Hornby Is a
fraud and the Lola's name a false one.
Gregs visits Capt. Jack Durnford of the
marines aboard his vessel, and is sur-
prised to learn that Durnford knows,
but will not reveal, the mystery of the
I-«3la. "It concerns a woman." In Lon-
don Gregg la trapped nearly to his death
by a former servant, Ollnto, who repents
In time to save him, but not to give a rea-
son for his treachery. Visiting In Dum-
fries Gregg meets Muriel Lelthcourt,
who 1b strangely affected at the mention
of the Ixjla Hornby appears. Muriel in-
troduces Hornby as Martin Woodroffe,
her father's friend.
CHAPTER IV.—Continued.
"Of course. They've been engaged
hearly a year, but he'B been abroad un-
til quite lately. He 1b rather close
about his own affairs, and never talks
about his travels and adventures, al-
though one day Mr. Lelthcourt de-
clared that his hairbreadth escapes
Would make a most exciting book If
ever written."
"Lelthcourt and he are evidently
most intimate friends."
"Oh, quite Inseparable!" she
laughed. "And the other man who is
always with them is that short, stout,
red-faced old fellow standing over
there with the lady in pale blue, Sir
Ughtred Gardner. Mr. Woodroffe has
nicknamed him 'Sir Putrid.' And we
both laughed. "Of course, don't say I
said so," she whispered. "They don't
call him that to his face, but it's so
easy to make a mistake in his name
■when he's not within hearing. We
women don't care for him, so the nick-
name Just fits."
And she gossiped on, telling me
much that I desired to know regarding
the new tenant of Itannoch and his
friends, and more especially of that
man who had first introduced himself
to me in the consulate at Leghorn.
Half an hour later my uncle's car-
riage was announced, and 1 left with
the distinct impression that there was
some deep mystery surrounding the
Leithcourts. Whatever the reason, I
had become filled with grave appre-
hensions. 1 he mystery grew deeper
day by day, and was inexplicable.
During the week that followed I
sought to learn all I could regarding
the new people at the castle.
"They are taken up everywhere,"
declared my aunt when 1 questioned
her. "Of course, we knew very little
of them, except that they had a shoot
up near Port William two years ago,
and that they have a town house in
Green street. They ape evidently
rather smart folks. Don't you think
so?"
"Judging from their house party,
yes," I responded. "They are about as
gay a crowd as one could find north
of Carlisle just at present."
"Exaxctly. There are some well-
known people among them, too," said
my aunt. "I've asked them over to-
morrow afternoon, and they've ac-
cepted."
"Excellent!" I exclaimed, for I want-
ed an opportunity for another chat
with the dark-eyed girl who was en-
gaged to the man whose alias was
Hornby. I particularly desired to as-
certain the reason of her fear when I
had mentioned the Lola, and whether
she possessed any knowledge of Hyl-
ton Chater.
The opportunity came to me in due
course, for next afternoon the Rannoch
party drove over in two large brakes,
and with other people from the neigh-
borhood and a band from Dumfries, my
aunt's grounds presented a gay and
animated scene.
As I expected, Woodroffe did not ac
company the party. Mrs. Leithcourt, a
slightly fussy little woman, apologized
for his absence, explaining that he had
been recalled to London suddenly a
few days before, but was returning to
Rannoch again at the end of the week.
"We couldn't afford to lose him,"
she declared to my aunt. "He is so
awfully humorous—his droll sayings
and antics keep us in a perfect roa:
each night at dinner. He's such a per-
fect mimic."
I turned away and strolled with
Muriel, pleading an excuse to show
■her my uncle's beautiful grounds, no'
a whit less picturesque than those of
the castle, and perhaps rather better
'kept.
"1 only heard yesterday of your en-
gagement, Miss Leithcourt." I re-
marked presently when we were alone.
"Allow me to offer my best congratula
tions. When you introduced me to
Mr. Woodroffe the other day I had no
idea that he was to be your husband."
She glanced at me quickly, and I saw
in her dark eyes a look of suspicion.
Then she flushed slightly, and laugh
lng uneasily said, in a blank, hard
'voice:
"It's very good of you, Mr. Gregg, to
wish me all sorts of such pleasant
thiiav "
"And when is the happy event to
ta,ke place?"
"The date Is not exactly fixed—early
next year, I believe," und 1 thought
she sighed.
"And you will probably spend a
good deal of time yachting?" 1 sug-
gested, my eyes fixed upon her in or-
der to watch the result of my pointed
remark. Hut she controlled herself
perfectly.
"Mr. Woodroffe has gone up to town,
your mother says."
"Yes. He received a wire, and had
to leave immediately. It was an awful
bore, for we had arranged to go for a
picnic to Dundrennan abbey yester-
day."
"But he'll be back here again, won't
he?"
"I really don't know. It seems quite
uncertain. 1 had a letter tills morn-
ing which said he might have to go
over to Hamburg on business, instead
of coming up to us again."
There was disappointment In her
voice, and yet at the same time I
could not fail to recognize how the
man to whom she was engaged had
fled from Scotland because of my pres-
ence.
As we passed along those graveled
walks It somehow became vividly im-
pressed upon me that her marriage
was being forced upon her by her par-
ents. Her manner was that of one
who was concealing some strange and
terrible secret which she feared might
be revealed. There was a distant look
of unutterable terror In those dark
eyes as though she existed in some
constant and ever-present dread. Of
The Picture Was That of a Young
Girl.
course she told me nothing of her own
feelings or affections, yet 1 recognized
in both her words and her bearing a
curious apathy—a want of the real en-
thusiasm of affection. Woodroffe, much
her senior, was her father's friend, and
It therefore seemed to me more than
likely that Leithcourt was pressing a
matrimonial alliance upon his daugh-
ter for some ulterior motive. She was
perplexed; she longed to confide and
seek advice of someone, yet by reason
of some hidden and untoward circum-
stance her lips were sealed.
I tried to question her further re-
garding Woodroffe, of what profession
he followed and of his past, but she
evidently suspected me, for 1 had un-
fortunately mentioned the Lola.
Martin Woodroffe did not rejoin the
house party at Rannoch. Although 1
remained the gusst of my uncle much
longer than I intended, indeed right
through the shooting season, in order
to watch the Leithcourts. yet as far as
we could judge they were extremely
well-bred people and very hospitable.
We exchanged a good many visits and
dinners, and while my uncle several
times invited Leithcourt and his
friends to his shoot with al fresco
luncheon, which the ladies joined, the
tenant of Rannoch always invited us
back in return.
Thus I gained many opportunities of
talking with Muriel, and of watching
her closely. I had the reputation of
being a confirmed bachelor, and on ac-
count of that it seemed that she was
in no way averse to my companion-
ship. She could handle a rook rifle as
well as any woman, and was really a
very fair shot. We often found our-
selves alone tramping across the wide
open moorland, or along those delight
ful glens of the Nithsdale, glorious In
the autumn tints of their luxurious
foliage.
Her father, on the other hand,
seemed to view me with considerable
Suspicion, and I could easily discern
that I was only asked to Rannoch be-
cause it was impossible to invite my
uncle without including myself.
His pronounced antipathy towards
me caused me to watch him surrepti-
tiously, and more closely than perhaps
I should otherwise have done. He was
a man of gloomy mood, and often he
would leave his guests and take walks
alone, musing and brooding. On sev-
eral occasions I followed him In secret
and found to my surprise that although
he made long detours In various direc
ttons, yet he always arrived at the
same spot at the same hour—five
o'clock.
The place where he halted was on
the edge of a dark wood on the brow
of a hill about three miles from Ran
noch. Leithcourt never went there dt
rect, but always so timed his walks
that he arrived just at five, and re-
mained there smoking cigarettes until
half-past, as though awaiting the ar-
rival of some person he expected.
In my youth 1 had sat many a quiet
hour there in the darkening gloom
and knew the wood well, and was able
to watch the tenant of Rannoch from
points where he least suspected the
presence of another. Once, when I
was alone with Muriel, I mentioned
her father's capacity for walking alone
whereupon she said:
"Oh, yes, he was always fond of
walking. He used to take me with
him when we first came here, but he
always went so far that I refused to
go any more."
She never once mentioned Wood
rofTe, I allowed her plenty of oppor-
tunity for doing so, chaffing her about
her forthcoming marriage in order that
she might again refer to him. But
never did his name pass her lips. 1
understood that he had gone abroad—
that was all.
Often when alone I reflected upon
my curious adventure on that night
when I met Ollnto, and of my narrow
escape from the hands of my unknown
enemies. I wondered if that Ingenious
and dastardly attempt upon my life
had really any connection with that
strange incident at Leghorn. As day
succeeded day, my mind became filled
by increasing suspicion. Mystery sur-
rounded me on every hand. lndeed:
by one curious fact alone it was in-
creased a hundredfold.
Late one afternoon, when 1 had been
out shooting all day with the Rannoch
party, I drove back to the castle in
the Perth cart with three other men,
and found the ladies assembled In the
great hall with tea ready. A welcome
log lire was blazing in the huge old
grate, for in October It is chilly and
damp In Scotland and a fire is pleasant
at evening.
Muriel was seated upon the high
padded fender—like those one has at
clubs—which always formed a cozy
spot for the ladies, especially after
dinner. When I entered, she rose qtlick-
ly and handed me my cup, exclaiming
as she looked at me:
"Oh, Mr. Gregg! W'-iat a state you
are in!"
"ifes, 1 was after snipe, and slipped
into a bog," I laughed. "But it was
early this morning, and the mud has
dried."
"Come with me, and I'll get you a
brush," she urged. And I followed her
through the long corridors and up-
stairs to a small sitting-room which
was her own little sanctum, where she
worked and read—a cozy little place
with two queer old windows in the
colossal wall, and a floor of polished
oak, and great black beams above. As
my eyes wandered around the room
they suddenly fell upon an object
which caused me to start with pro-
found wonder—a cabinet photograph
in a frame of crimson leather.
The picture was that of a young girl
—a duplicate of the portrait I had
found torn across and flung aside on
board the Lola!
The merry eyes laughed out at me
as 1 stood staring at it in sheer be-
wilderment.
"What a pretty girl!" I exclaimed
quickly, concealing my surprise. "Who
is she?"
My companion was silent a moment,
her dark eyes meeting mine with a
strange look of Inquiry.
"Yes," she laughed, "everyone ad-
mires her. She was a schoolfellow of
mine—Elma Heath."
"Heath!" I echoed. "Where was
she at school with you?"
"At Chichester."
"Long ago?"
"A little over two years ago."
"She's very beautiful!" I declared,
taking up the photograph and discov-
ering that it bore the name of the same
well-known photographer in New Bond
street as that I had found on the car-
pet of the Lola In the Mediterranean.
"Yes. She's really prettier than her
photograph. It hardly does her jus-
tice."
"And where Is she now?"
"Why are you so very inquisitive,
Mr. Uncgg?" laughed the handsome
girl. "Have you actually fallen in love
with her from her picture?"
"I'm hardly given to that kind of
thing, Miss Leithcourt," I answered
with mock severity. "I don't think even
my worst enemy could call me a flirt,
could she?"
"No. 1 will give you your due," she
declared. "You never do flirt. That
is why I like you."
"Thanks for your candor, Miss Leith-
court," 1 said.
"Only," she added, "you seem smit-
ten with Elma's charms."
"I think she's extremely pretty," I
remarked, with the photograph still in
my hand. "Do you ever see her now?"
"Never," she replied. "Since the
day I left school we have never met.
She was several years younger than
myself, and I heard that a week after
1 left Chichester her people came and
took her away. Where she is now I
have no idea. Her people lived some-
where in Durham. Her father was a
doctor."
"Then you have heard absolutely
nothing as to her present position or
whereabouts—whether she is married,
for instance?"
"Ah!" she cried mischievously. "You
betray yourself by your own words.
You have fallen in love with her, I
really believe, Mr. Gregg. If she knew,
she'd be most gratified—or at least,
she ought to be."
At which I smiled, preferring that
she should adopt that theory in pref-
erence to any other.
She spoke frankly, as a pure honest
girl would speak. She was not jealous,
but she neverthless resented—as wom-
en do resent such things—that 1 should
fall in love with a friend's photograph.
There was a mystery surrounding
that torn picture; of that I was abso-
lutely certain. The remembrance of
that memorable evening when I had
dined on board the Lola arose vividly
before me. Why had the girl's por-
trait been so ruthlessly destroyed?
Hour by hour the mystery surrounding
the Leithcourts became more inscrut-
able, more Intensely absorbing. I had
searched a copy of the London direc-
tory at the Station hotel at Carlisle,
and found that no house in Green
street was registered as occupied by
the tenant of Rannoch; and, further,
when I came to examine the list of
guests at the castle, I found that they
were really persons unknown in so-
ciety. Leithcourt seemed to possess
a long pocket and smiled upon those
parasites, officers of doubtful com-
mission and younger sprigs of the
pseudo-aristocracy who surrounded
him, while his wife, keen-eyed and of
superb bearing, was punctilious con-
cerning all points of etiquette, and at
the same time indefatigable that her
mixed set of guests should enjoy a
really good time.
Next day 1 shot with the Carmichaels
of Crossburn, and about four o'clock,
after a good day, took leave of the
party in the Black Glen, and started
off alone to walk home, a distance of
about six miles. It was already grow-
ing dusk, and would be quite dark, I
knew, before I reached my uncle's
house. My most direct way was to
follow the river for about two miles
and th^n strike straight across the
large dense woods, and afterwards
1 Llctened, Trying to Distinguish the
Words Uttered.
over a wide moor full of treacherous
bogs and pitfalls for the unwary.
My gun over my shoulder, I had
walked on for about three-quarters of
an hour, and had nearly traversed the
wood, at that hour so dark that I had
considerable difficulty in finding my
way, when—of a sudden—1 fancied I
distinguished voices.
I halted. Yes. Men were talking
in low tones of confidence, and in that
calm stillness of evening they appeared
nearer to me than they actually were.
I listened, trying to distinguish the
words uttered, but could make out
nothing. They were moving slowly to-
gether, in close vicinity to myself, for
their feet stirred the dry leaves, and I
could hear the boughs cracking as
they forced their way through them.
Of a sudden, while standing there
not daring to breathe lest 1 should be-
tray my presence, a strange sound
fell upon my eager ears.
Next moment I realized that I was at
that place where Leithcourt so persist-
ently kept his disappointed tryst, hav-
ing approached it from within the
wood.
The sound alarmed me, and yet it
was neither an explosion of lire arms
nor a startling cry for help.
One "..ord reached me in the dark-
ners—one single word of bitter and
withering reproach.
Heedless of the risk I ran and the
peril to which I exposed myself, I
dashed forward with a resolve to pene-
trate the mystery, until I came to the
gap in the rough stone wall where
Leithcourt s habit was to halt each day
at sundown.
There, in the falling darkness, the
sight that met my eyes at the spot
held me rigid, appalled, stupefied.
In that instant I realized the truth—
a truth that was surely the strangest
ever revealed to any man.
CHAPTER V.
Contains Certain Confidences.
As I dashed forward to the gap In
the boundary wall of the wood, I near-
ly stumbled over a form lying across
the narrow path.
So dark was it beneath the trees
that at first I could not plainly make
out what it was until 1 bent and my
hands touched the garments of a worn
an. Her hat had fallen off, for I felt
It beneath my feet, while the cloak
was a thick woolen one.
Was she dead, I wondered? That
cry—that single word at reproach—
sounded in my ears, and it seemed
plain that she had been struck down
ruthlessly after an exchange of angry
words.
I felt In my pocket for my vestas,
but unfortunately my box was empty.
Yet Just at that moment my strained
ears caught a sound—the sound of
someone moving stealthily among the
fallen leaves. Seizing my gun, 1 de
manded who was there.
There was, however, no response
The instant I spoke the movement
ceased.
It seemed evident that a tragedy had
occurred, and that the victim at my
feet was a woman. But who?
Of a sudden, while 1 stood hesitat-
ing, blaming myself for being without
matches, I heard the movement re-
peated. Someone was quickly reced-
ing—escaping from the spot. I sprang
through the gap, straining my eyes
into the gloom, and as 1 did so could
just distinguish a dark figure receding
quickly beneath the wall of the wood.
In an instant I dashed after it. Down
the steep hill to the Scarwater 1 fol-
lowed the fugitive, crossing the old
footbridge near Penpont, and then up
a wild winding glen towards tha
Cairnmore of Deugh. For a couple of
miles or more I was close behind, un-
til, at a turn in the dark wooded glen
where it branched in two directions, I
lost all trace of the person who flew
from me. Whoever it was they bad
very cleverly gone Into hiding in the
undergrowth of one or other of the two
glens—which, I could not decide.
I stood out of breath, the perspira-
tion pouring from me, undecided how
to act.
Was It Lelthcourt himself whom I
had surprised?
That idea Bomehow became im
pressed upon me, and I suddenly re-
solved to go boldly acroSB to Rannoch
and ascertain for myself. Therefore,
with the excuse that I was belated on
my walk home, 1 turned back down
the glen, and half an hour afterward
entered the great well-lighted hall of
the castle where the guests, ready
dressed, were assembling prior to din-
ner.
I was welcomed warmly, and just
then Leithcourt himself joined his
guests, ready dressed in his dinner
jacket, having just descended from his
room.
"Hulloa, Gregg!" he exclaimed heart-
ily, holding out his hand. "Had a long
day of it, evidently. Good sport with
Carmichael—eh ?"
"Very fair," I said. "I remained
longer with him than I ought to have
done, and have got belated on my way
home, so looked in for a refresher."
"Quite right," he laughed merrily.
"You're always welcome, you know,
I'd have been annoyed if I knew you
had passed without coming in."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
BROUGHT ACTION TO AN END
Appearance of the "Deceased" in
Chancery Couit a Blow to Army
of Lawyers.
It was a suit in chancery, and there
was a great gathering of the de-
ceased's family, quarreling, as rela-
tives will, over the division of the
spoils. The lawyers engaged chuckled,
for the suit seemed likely to be pro-
longed and complicated.
There were many lawyers, too, and
the judge marveled at the immensity
of the deceased man's family as silk
and stuff rose in rapid succession, in-
troducing themselves with the usual
formula: "And I, my lord, am for the
nephews, or nieces, or fifteenth cousins
removed, as the case may be, of the
deceased." The procession seemed In-
terminable, but at last it came to an
enjl. Then a small voice was heard
timidly saying from the back of the
court, "May I be allowed to speak, my
lord?"
There was dead silence aB his lord-
ship adjusted his spectacles and "asked,
rather dejectedly, "Who are you?"
The answer was, to say the least,
unexpected.
"I am the deceased, my lord." said
the modest voice from the back of the
court. That ended the action.
Quite unknown to his relatives, the
"deceased" had turned up from the
wilds of Rhodesia. Obviously a man
of humor, he must have taken a de-
light In watching how "the best-laid
schemes of mice and men gang aft
agley."
Japanese.
The brightest, best tempered and
most polite people in the world are
the Japanese. They absolutely do
not know what it is to quarrel, and It
is said that if you throw a stone at
a dog or cat in Japan, the animal
stands and stares at you in amaze-
ment—it actually doesn't know what
cruelty means. The Japs are a jolly
people and fond of a joke, and they
are generous and trustful to a marked
degree. They also have a strong sense
of pride, and travelers relate a pecu-
liar instance of this trait. If a trav-
eler is annoyed by being followed by
a crowd—which, however, is always
quiet- and respectful—he can cause it
to melt away like snowflakeB on a hot
stove by simply halting and holding
out a coin. The Japs feel hurt at
being taken for mendicants. Fancy
what the result would bo if a traveler
adopted this expedient in the fee tak-
ing cities of Europe. He would be al-
most torn to pieces by the crowd try-
ing to get the coin.
BRIDE PLAYS THE
SPY ON HUSBAND
Mrs. Emil Braun Becomes Sus-
picious and Does Some
Detective Work.
MOVES ARE A MYSTERY
Fondness for Night Journeys, Viewi
of American Forts and His Skill
at Penning Code Letters, Had
Military Significance.
Lakewood, N. J.—Emil Braun, the
mysterious German, recently located
here, has disappeared. His American
bride of a few months, mystified and
baffled by his peculiar habits, played
the detective, and as a result of he*
efforts has turned over to the au-
thorities a paper, found among
Braun's possession, setting forth the
fact that one, Helmuth Emil Max
Schmidt, Is wanted by German au-
thorities on a charge of fraudulent
bankruptcy. Incidentally the bride
discovered that the handsome silver
ware, jewelry and linens of the Emil
Braun sbe had married were all elab-
orately marked with the Initial!
"H. S."
' When Emil Braun first appeared In
Lakewood he was accompanied by
three women, his wife, his sister and
his daughter, the latter large and
mature for her years. To the real
estate agent, Braun explained that
he was moving to America because
he was tired of Germany and thought
a small chicken farm in New Jersey
would be much to his liking. Six
months later, one of the women com-
prising the Braun household went
away. To those who inquired Braun
explained that his wife had returned
to Germany. In July, 1914, he added
the further information that she had
died in a hospital.
Interested in Military Affairs.
Prior to this announcement, how-
i ever, Braun appeared to take much
I more interest in military affairs than
he did in New Jersey chickens. He
| developed an interest in the fortifi-
cations immediately adjacent to New
I York and he especially longed to
j make a visit to Sandy Hook. His wish
j was granted. Braun wanted to go in-
j side the fort but when the right was
refused, he first persisted, and then
made no effort to conceal his disap-
pointment.
Immediately after the European war
broke out, Braun's interest in chicken
raising suddenly ceased. About this
time the second member of his house-
hold went away, leaving only the
daughter. Braun advertised for a
wife and a New York stenographer
answered. The two met shortly be-
Charley's Compliment.
Little Charley was saying good-
night. After kissing his grandmother,
uncle and father, he came to his mam-
ma. "\Vhy do you kiss me last?" she
said. "Oh, well," said the little fel-
low, "you see I don't want your kiss
to come off."
| She Unearthed Several Old Photo-
graphic Plates.
fore the holidays and were married
on December 30, 1914.
Within a few weeks Braun's mys-
terious disappearance, coupled with
his unsatisfactory explanations of the
markings of the family silver, and
the vast quantities of clocks, Russian
tea sets and other valuables with
which his home was furnished, decid-
ed Mrs. Braun to make an investiga-
tion.
In a closet, among some packages^
she unearthed several old photograph-
ic plates, one of which she carried to
New York in the lining of her hat
and had a print made from it. It waa
that of a jewelry store with the name
"Helmuth Schmidt" over the door.
She also found a picture of Emil
Braun. taken in Berlin at a time when
he wore a beard, and a picture of his
daughter, Gertrude, on the reverse
side of which was written "Gertrude
Schmidt."
Code Letters Ffom Germany.
A short time ago Braun received a
code letter from Germany, stating
that a brother had been decorated
with the Iron Cross. Soan afterward
he took his daughter with him, os-
tensibly to make a payment on his
chicken farm.
Braun is described as an accom-
plished linguist, a man of education
who has seen military service, and
who has taken marked Interest in
American roadways and fortifications.
He writes letters in a secret code
with the ease and rapidity of a stenog-
rapher. His code is practically un-
decipherable in that each character
represents a word.
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Burke, J. J. The Daily Transcript (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 3, No. 63, Ed. 1 Monday, August 30, 1915, newspaper, August 30, 1915; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc113038/m1/2/: accessed April 23, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.