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NORMAN DAILY TRANSCRIPT
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AUTHOR OF "THE OCCASIONAL OFFENDER,
"THE WIRE TAPPERS." "GUN RUNNERS," ETC
NOVLUZED FROM THE PATHE PHOTO PLAY OP THE SAME NAME
<OfT^«WIT. WU. IT AWTHtip
SYNOPSIS.
On Windward Island Palldorl Intrigues
M". Golden Into an appcurunce of evil
which cau*«-n Golden to rapture and tor
ture the Italian by branding Ills face and
crushing his hand. Palldorl opens tne
dyke gat t< and floods the Island and In
the general rush to encape the flood kid
naps Golden*! six-year-old daughter Mar-
gory. Twelve years later In New York a
Masked One calling himself "the Hammer
or God" rescues an eighteen-year-old girl
from the cadet Casavantl. to whom Jules
Jjfgar had delivered her. and takes her to
the home of Enoch Golden, millionaire,
whence she is recaptured by Legar. Legar
and Stein are discovered by Manley, Gol-
den's secretary, setting fire to Golden's
buildings, but escape.
THIRD EPISODE
THE COGNAC CASK
"Prlng that woman In here!" com-
manded Enoch Golden a9 he flung
open his library door. He stepped In-
side, the next moment, as the figure
in black, pinioned close between
young Manley and Wilson, the butler,
was piloted into the shadowy room.
"Sit down!" he barked out at the
silent and motionless figure with the
heavy black veil still draping ita face.
"Manley, is there any chance of
this woman being armed?" Golden
suddenly asked of his secretary.
"She's not armed, sir," was young
Manley's quiet reply, "though it took
a tussle before Wilson and I could
get hold of her."
"Well," Golden said to the veiled
figure in the chair, "what brought you
•pying and lurking about my home?"
That was a question which the wom-
an apparently chose to leave unan-
swered.
"Do you intend to answer?" de-
manded the millionaire. "Or must I
have you put out of this house with-
out a hearing?"
"That seems to be a habit of which
time has not deprived you," was the
quiet-toned reply.
It was not the muffled sting in those
words, nor the calm bitterness with
which they were spoken, but more
the voice itself, with its ghostly re-
minder of other days, that brought
Golden up short.
"Who are you?" he repeated when
he saw that he and the veiled woman
were alone In the room. "And why
are you here?"
"You will misjudge that," answered
the woman as she threw back the
heavy folds of her veil, "as much as
you misjudged my actions of twenty
years ago!"
"Why are you here?" repeated Gold-
en, with unconsciously hardening
voice.
"It was love for my daughter!"
The pugnacity went out of the grim
face bent over the desk top.
'What do you know about—about
your daughter?" he demanded, not
meeting her gaze.
"I know that she is in danger, in
terrible danger."
"That means you know where she
Is. where she could be found?" was
Golden's quick inquiry.
"That is the one thing that made
me brave enough, or cowardly enough.
times a foreigner or two comes in,
mostly by accident. Hut yesterday,
when I was in the kitchen, three men
came in a hurry. They had dodged
under cover there to escape being
seen by a plain clothes man. I could
hear their talk through the little
kitchen slide through which we pass
our dishes. And when I heard their
voices I opened the slide a little, and
I knew at once that one of the men
waa Palldorl, or Legar, as he calls
himself now. He was talking mostly
to a man called Casavanti. Then—"
"Wait a minute," interrupted Gold-
en, with his finger on tho bell button,
"I want my secretary to hear this."
The woman in black sat silent until
Manley had re-entered the room. Then
Golden motioned for her to continue.
"I heard Legar mention your name,
she went on, still unmoved by the
older man's half-sneering Incredulity.
"Then he blamed Casavantl for some
scheme that had failed, some scheme
to degrade my Margory. But he had
the girl back, he said, and this time
he'd expect Casavantl to do his part.
"Casavantl also said he wanted that
woman for himself, and declared she'
come like a hungry cat when he'd fin-
ished with her. I know then what
was. I knew what Legar was plan
nlng. It—it made me forget every
thing. I started for the table where
they were. I tried to hold Legar. I
I think I called for help. I clung
him as he staggered toward the door
But one of his men struck me. They
escaped, then, for I was too dazed
do anything more."
It wai Manley who spoke next,
eager light in his scowling young eyes
"But where did they say the girl
was?" he asked.
"They did not say. But one of them
spoke of Oyster Joe, who'd stolen
some casks of old cognac. This man
Oyster Joe was sending tho casks by
another man named Old Eli to some
secret hiding place."
"But how can that help us?" asked
Manley.
"I thought, with those names
work with, I might in some way find
my child, find her and save her. Sure-
ly, with money, men could be hired
"Do you hear. Manley." broke in the
grim-Jawed man of millions. "It
money again! It's always money
He wheeled about and confronted the
tired-faced woman. "This is the sec
ond pretty story I've had to listen to
lately. And, madam, I may as well
tell you now that I don't believe
single word of It. Whether you're an
other come-on for that Cookson gang
or not, I don't know. I don't even
care. But I know that twenty years
ago you deceived me, and lied to me.
You robbed me of more than my home
then. But you'll never do it a second
time!"
to
The white-faced woman was also on
her feet by this time.
"I have no wish to go back to the
past," was her coldly-enunciated re-
ply. "I expect neither pity nor gen
"J Could Hear Their Talk Through the Little Kitchen Slide."
to come to you. T do not know where
she is. But I know that she can be
found!"
"So you have a suspicion where she
is?"
"Yes," acknowledged the patient-
eyed woman.
"What are those suspicions founded
dd'"
'On * certain words which I over-
heard, words spoken by a very evil
man "
"What is that man's name?"
"He is a one-armed man, named Le-
gar."
Golden half rose from his chair.
"So you and Legar are still com-
rades, I see!" he cried, turning the
blade of hate in that still open wound
of pride.
"Legar and I never were comrades.
For years I have kept a little res-
taurant for art students and shopgirls,
Just cj? <n arc. It Is
ilea ra, Soxdo
erosity from you. But when your own
daughter is in danger, when you could
save her, when—" her voice broke as
she saw the look of adamant on Gold-
en's face. "Oh, it's no uso; it's no
use!" she cried sobblngiy as she
turned and groped her way towards
the door.
It was not until that door closed be-
hind her that Golden once more sank
Into his chair. And as he sat there,
wrestling with his own tangled emo-
tions before the dark tent of his soul,
Manley stood staring down at him
with both studious and puzzled eyes.
"Kor a man who counts his money
in eight figures," that youth finally de-
clared, "I think you're the most un-
mitigated ass that ever wore shoe
leather!"
"Wha—what's that?" demanded the
astounded millionaire.
'Why, man, are you blind? Can't
you see this woman is sincere, that
she's telling tho truth, that she prob-
ably holds in her hand the key of all
your future happiness?"
"The key to my happiness la no
longer in that woman's hands," an-
nounced Golden. Yet a tremulous
note in bis great voice sent a wave
of pity surging through the younger
man, whose arm went out to the stoop-
ing shoulder so close to him. And
that unexpectedly intimate touch, ap-
parently, was too much for the al
ready unnerved man at the desk, for
with a gesture oddly poignant he lift
ed his hand and pressed it against bis
closed eyes, as though in an efTort to
shut away actualities which were too
dark to be endured.
Manley, as he did so, slipped a hand
in under the lapel of the older man's
coat, lifted a wallet lightly from its
pocket, and stood upright again-
Then, with a shrug that waa almost
one of pity as he looked down at the
still silent millionaire, he turned
away and slipped out of the room.
Tho departing woman had already
passed through the street door before
he could overtake her. She stopped
wonderlngly at his call to her.
"Mr. Golden, madam, seems to have
changed his mind. Here are a few
hundred dollars from him, which may
be of material assistance to you In this
matter you spoke of."
Manley, who had taken the roll of
bills from the wallet, was quite sol-
emn-faced as he handed the money to
the equally solemn-faced woman. Yet
the shadow of a smile played about
his lips as he watched the austere
figure in black disappear from sight.
Then he turned back to the library.
There he found Golden pacing back
and forth, padding grotesquely about
from pocket to pocket.
"Manley, my wallet's gone!" was
the financier's cry.
"Was there any money in it?" in-
quired the secretary.
"What d" you suppose I'd keep in
it?" was the impatient demand. "Tal-
cum powder? Of course there was
money in it—over four hundred dol-
lars in greenbacks
Manley shook his head in mock sor-
row
"This, sir, looks like very grave
carelessness! "
"It looks like very grave thievery to
me," snapped the older man.
known as the Owl's Nest, where
Margory Golden was listlessly mak-
ing preparations for the coming meal.
She started suddenly as she stooped
over tho fire smoldering in tho
blackened fireplace, for from a
crevice in the wall, a crevice no big-
ger than a man's hand, a piece of mor-
tar unmistakably flew out and struck
her on the arm. She was still staring
incredulously into this crevice when
a flutter of white passed her eyes and
a small square of paper fell at her feet
close to the edge of the coals. She un-
folded the missive and read:
"A cask of cognac Is coming. If Le-
gar and his men drink from It they
should be drugged asleep Inside of ten
mlnuteB. Press spring concealed on
top of cask and follow directions there.
Don't give up. And If you understand
this, tap twice with the fire tongs."
Below these words was the sign of
the Laughing Mask.
So fortifying was this knowledge in
fact, that when Casavantl and Legar
himself entered the gloomily-lighted
lookout, with envious eyes on the
cask.
"This is the real stuff! That raw
dopes for Doolan's election workers!"
"And the bunch a'ready soused wit'
it!" commented the even more envi-
ous stickup as he helped roll the sec-
ond barrel into Legar's inner quarters.
Slowly the two men carried out the
barrel and lifted it to the wagon.
Then the driver climbed aboard.
It was not until that driver was well
away from the waterfront and had
rounded many a corner, that he ven-
tured to pull up and tap on the oak
staves beside him.
"It s all right!" he called out as he
felt about the rough oak and found
the hidden spring. "Just hold steady
now, and I'll help you out."
The girl uttered a sigh of thankful-
ness as they once more got under way.
• •••«• .
Tho Race for Freedom.
Those two worthies known as Old
Ell and Oyster Joe had, in their time,
struggled with many knots. But nev-
The Emissary In Oak.
Midway betwen that portion of New
York harbor, known as the Upper bay,
and the open reaches of the sea that
wash up the sands of Manhattan
beach, lies a district that might be fit-
tingly denominated as No Man's land.
One of the least savory habita-
tions adorning that fringe of a city's
flotsam was the ruinous boathouse of
a certain Oyster Joe.
And Oyster Joe, the river pirate,
looked the part. The unsteadiness of
his still muscular limbs, the looseness
of bis swollen lips, the unkemptness
of his entire surroundings, all united
to proclaim him a lover of the cup that
can cheer and at the same time inebri-
ate. This fact, Indeed, was further
evidenced by the earnestness with
which Oyster Joe, himself making his
way Into the sail loft, lifted a worn
tarpaulin aside and studied a row of
cognac casks.
So intent was his study of this
wealth of joy to be that he saw and
heard nothing of a slender-bodied
stranger who quietly approached his
abode, entered it, and stared Btudious-
ly about. What made this intruder
even more mysterious was the fact
that across the upper part of his face
he wore a narrow band of yellow cloth.
The movements of this mysterious
stranger were marked by celerity.
When his investigations, in fact, were
uddenly Interrupted by a sound which
grew louder along the narrow road
inding inland through the salty
marshes, he crept to the door, peered
out and prepared himself for a prom-
ised intruder. For approaching Oys-
ter Joe's boathouse he could plainly
make out a two-horse wagon driven by
slattern-shouldered and white-beard-
ed man of about sixty.
The masked intruder crept back
through tho boathouse, entered the
sail loft and stealthily approached the
•till musing figure of pyster Joe. In
moment ho had the old pirate bound
and gagged.
Then, hearing the wagon wheels al-
most at tho door, the stranger dragged
his inert captive to a nearby beam,
lashed him to it and over him threw
tho tarpaulin from the cognac casks.
Slipping back to the outer rooms
the masked stranger drew his revolver
and stood close In beside the shadow
the door, calmly waiting for the
man who had already alighted from
the wagon.
From the mouth behind the white
whiskers came a squeak, like the
squeak of a rat behind a Vainscoting,
the stranger's revolver was thrust
unexpectedly into his startled old face.
Before he could quite recover from
that initial shock of surprise a strand
rope was around his wrists and he
being backed unceremoniously
ay into tho sail loft.
There, gagged and triced to a beam,
kept company with his rolling-eyed
and equally mystified confrere, Oys-
ter Joe. There he Bat blinking about
him as the masked stranger briskly
rolled two of tho cognac casks out to
the waiting wagon, loaded them on
the plr.tform and as briskly drove
away, taking with him both the time-
worn hat and the bottle-green overcoat
of the original driver of that wagon.
But before debouching from the
open marshlands Into the busier out-
skirts of South Brooklyn the audacious
abductor of cognac had converted
himself Into a somewhat startling fac-
simile of the earlier owner and driver
of the wagon.
He directed his course towards that
subterranean haven of Illicit beverages
"We've got to get out of this!" he
called to the lurching girl at his side,
as he seized the reins and caught up a
whip. "We've got a run of a mile and
more before we can reach Bohawkln
bridge and help!"
He lashed the team forward. "We've
got to get to that bridge!"
The girl suddenly caught at his arm.
"I can see a car!" she called out. J
"It's following us! It's gaining on ua!" j
Again the driver plied his whip.
"Are they still gaining?" he asked, |
a moment later.
"Yes," was the girl's answer. "But, '
see, there's the bridge ahead of us!" |
"By the help of God, we can taaks !
it!" suddenly exulted the man at the |
reins, for already his tired team waa I
plunging up the Incline of the bridge j
approach. They were on the bridge |
now, thundering across the draw. f
A power house attendant, framed In I
his grimy doorway, stared at them in
wonder.
"Lift your draw!" frenzledly com j
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reason for any such action. The other, j
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cringed at the sound of their voices.
Casavantl, walking over to her,
turned her face to the light. He peered
at it hungrily, from half-closed eyes.
"Legar," he called out to that
worthy, who had remained at the door
to warn his stickup to admit nobody
but Immediate members of their band,
"I like the spirit in this girl. She's as
sleek as a she-panther."
Legar's stickup dodged in through
the door.
"Say, chief, there's an outsider tryin'
to butt in here!"
Both men promptly wheeled about
at those somewhat disconcerting
words.
"Who is he?" was Legar's quick
query.
"An ol' boob wit' a bar'l o' brandy.
Says he's driven in from Oyster
dump!"
Legar looked relieved. Casavantl
even lighted another cigarette.
"That's all right. It's Old Eli. Help
him in with it. But see that nobody
else gets near that outside door."
"There's always help around, Casa-
vanti, in a case like this," proclaimed
the scoffing Legar as a white-whisk-
ered old figure in bottle-green coat
and hat laboriously rolled the cask of
liquor through the opened door. The
Owl, with unlooked-for nimbleness In
one of her years, was already close
at hand, waiting with bung starter and
glasses.
Margory watched the suddenly clam-
orous group as they clustered about
the open barrel. Her heart sank as
glasses were refilled and the clamor,
instead of diminishing, grew louder
and louder.
Then, even as she stood depressed
and troubled by this thought, a soft
pedal seemed to be slowly applied to
the tumult about her. The soporific
Owl herself, stumbling to a chair,
sank inertly into it. Then one after
another they sank into dreamless
stupor.
It was then, and only then, that
Margory dared to move. She studi-
ously stared at that uncouth company
of sleepers. Then, no longer watch-
ing them, but with her eyes on the
door through which their lookout
might at any moment appear, she
groped her way to tho side of the bar-
rel. There she felt about the black-
ened oak barrel top for the hidden
spring. A gasp of relief escaped her
lips as she found it. The covering fell
back on its concealed hinge, an:! float-
ing inside it she found a white pine
shaving on which was written:
"Turn barrel and empty it. Then
get In and replace cover. All will be
well.'
The stickup so covertly yet so dis-
consolately watching for any suspi-
cious approach to Legar's Watergate
quarters, was astonished, a few min-
utes later, to behold the white-whisk-
ered old man in the bottle-green coat
once more drive up to the door of
the Owl's nest.
"HI, you, gimme a hand with this
bar'l!" that bewhiskered driver com-
manded.
"What have you got this time?" in-
quired the watchman.
"I was bonehead enough to leave
the wrong cask with the chief! Stung
him with thirty gallons of 'cooking
sherry' that's about one-half wood al-
cohol."
"And what's that?" demanded the '
the knots of the mysterious stranger
who had left them trussed and bound
to the beams of their own sail loft.
They might, indeed, have remained
gurgling and writhing there like two
tethered copperheads while the care-
less tides rose and fell about them,
had not one Scupulo visited Coney
Island in his dilapidated car of' an-
cient vintage, and having there con-
ferred with a lush dip in hiding from
the flatties of Manhattan, decided to
circle homeward by way of Oyster
Joe s, in the hope of that refreshment
which had more than once cheered
him on his dusty Journeys.
Instead of finding refreshment, how-
ever, he unearthed two ferocious-eyed
and dry-throated captives, who, when
released, danced and gesticulated in-
coherently about their habitation.
Then, when speech had returned to
them the visit of the mysterious
stranger was explained and the neces-
sity of getting in touch with Legar
made plain.
It was not long, accordingly, before !
three men and a car naively missing j
on one cylinder went coughing inland j
along the narrow road threading '
those uncounted acres of sea marsh. '
They were within fifty paces of a j
cross-roads landmark known as Chim- j
ney-Pot Corner when a bellow not un- [
like that of a branded range steer
burst from the Indignant throat of Old I
Eli. For that worthy had the unique |
experience of beholding not only his
own purloined team and wagon, but
a disconcertingly lifelike replica of
himself driving it. Scupulo, with the
genius of a true general, arrested the
progress of that wagon by promptly
stopping hl8 car directly in its track.
This collision in no way improved the Is
vehicle of ancient vintage; but sterner
issues were at hand. A moment later
the belligerent trio from the brokeu I
car were trimphantly charging for I
Margory Golden and her guardian.
That guardian, fully realizing the
meaning of the charge, tossed his
reins to the frightened girl and com-
manded her to drive for all she was
worth. Then he himself prepared for
invaders.
It was to the first comer that he
directed his main attention, for Scupu-
lo, he noticed, already held a knife in
his swarthy hand. One well-placed
kick on tho clenching knuckles, how-
ever, sent that glimmering icicle of
steel circling off into the road-dust,
and an equally well-placed blow on tho
Jaw sent the owner of the knife after
it
In the meantime, however, both Oys-
ter Joe and Old Eli had gained the
wagon platform. The former found
himself suddenly clenched by the
waist and lifted clear of the wagon.
Why he should so quickly and so vio-
lently come into collision with the
swaying figure of Oyster Joe, like an
alley ball hitting a nine-pin, was
whiskered man at the control lever be
came fully conscious of the fact thai
the engineer in the oil-stained Jumper
was striking and clawing at his intent
body. He endured that assault until
the lever had been reversed and th<
draw started back on its descent
Then, wheeling, the stranger sped
acrosa the draw and leaped Into th<
waiting wagon.
Look!" cried the girl, pointing tf
the riverbed beneath them.
There the stranger could see Legal
and two or three of his men clinglni
to a row of broken piling like limpeti
about a river derelict.
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He Directed His Course Toward the
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The girl Btared back along the dusty
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, What she saw when she turned
matter which for all time remained a again, though, was a gray wig and a
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Burke, J. J. The Daily Transcript (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 3, No. 252, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 1, 1916, newspaper, June 1, 1916; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc113227/m1/2/: accessed April 26, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.