The Collinsville News. (Collinsville, Okla.), Vol. 12, No. 48, Ed. 1 Monday, March 13, 1911 Page: 4 of 10
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TRe THIRD
pDEGREE
oA Narrative
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c^Vletropolitan
Life
By CHARLES KLEIN and
ARTHUR HORNBLOW
ILLUSTRATIONS BY RAT WALTERS
(Copyright. I**, by U. W. lMlllughuio Company.;
SYNOPSIS.
Howard Jeffries, banker's son, under
the evil Influence of Robert l nderwood.
a fellow-student ut Yale, Jeada a Ufe of
dissipation. marries the daughter of a
gambler who died In prison. and ]8_.,.rk
owned hy-his fiither. He tries to Ket work
and fulls. A former college chum m*1***
a business proposition to Howard wide
requires $2,000 rash, and Howard la broke.
Robert Underwood, who has been re-
pulsed by Howard's wife. Annie. In nw
college days, and had once been engagea
to Alicia, Howard's stepmother, h
apartments ut the Awtrurla. Howard
cldcs to ask Underwood for the lie
needs Underwood, taking advantage or
his Intimacy with Mrs. Jeffries. Sr.,
comes a sort of social highwayman, u
covering Ills true character she denies
him the house. Alicia receives a note from
Underwood. threatening suicide,
dealers for whom ho has been “ct,hK ,5®
commissioner, demand an accounting. Me
cannot make good. Howard Jeffries
culls In bn Intoxicated cond tlon He asss
Underwood for $2,000 and Is told by the
latter that he is In debt up to his eyes.
Howard drinks himself into a maudlin
condition, and goes to sleep °n »
A caller Is announced and Hnderwood
draws a screen around the arunKcn
sleeper. Alicia enters. She demands a
promise from him that lie will not tak
fils life, pointing to the disgrace that
•would attach to herself. Underwood re-
fuses to promise unless she will r*n*w
her patronage. This she refuses to do.
Underwood kills himself. The report of
the pistol awakens Howard. He stumbles
Vjver the dead body of Underwood. Reall-
dtig Ills predicament he attempts to nee
and Is met by Underwood's valet. How-
ard la turned over to the police. Capt.
Clinton, notorious for his brutal treatment
of prisoners, puts Howard through the
third degree.
CHAPTER X.—Continued.
Annie sat timidly on a chair In the
background and the captain turned
again to the doctor.
“What’s that you were saying, doc-
tor?"
“You tell me the man confessed?
Crossing the room to where Howard
sat, Dr. llernstein looked closely at
him. Apparently the prisoner was
aBleep. His eyes were closed and bis
head drooped forward on his chest.
He was ghastly pale.
The captain grinned.
“Yes, sir, confessed—In the pres-
ence of three witnesses. Eh, ser-
geant.?"
"Yes, sir," replied Maloney.
“You heard him, too, didn’t you, De-
laney?”
"Yes, captain.”
Squaring his huge shoulders, the
captain said with a self-satisfied
chuckle:
"It took us five hours to get him to
own up, but we got it out of him at
last.”
The doctor was still busy with his
examination.
“He Beems to be asleep. Worn out,
I guess. Five hours, yes—that’s your
method, captain." Shaking his head,
he went on: “I don't believe in thesq
all-night examinations and your ‘third
degree’ mental torture. It is bar-
barous. When a man Is nervous and
frightened his brnin gets so benumbed
at. the end of two or three hours’
questioning on the same subject that
he's liable to say anything, or even
believe anything. Of course, you
know, captain, that after a certain
time the law of suggestion commences
to operate and—’’
The eaptntn turned to his sergeant
and laughed:
“The law of suggestion? Ha, ha!
That's a good one! You know, doctor,
them theories of yours make a hit
with college students and amateur
professors, but they don’t go with us.
You can’t make a man say ’yes’ when
he wants to say ’no.’"
Dr. Hgrnstein smiled.
"I don’t agree with you,” he said.
“You can make him say anything, or
believe anything—or do anything if
he Is unable to resist your will.”
The captain burst Into a hearty peal
of laughter.
"Ha, ha! What's the use of
chlnnin’? We’ve got him to rights. I
tell you, doctor, no newspaper can
say that my precinct ain't cleaned up.
My record is a hundred convictions
to one acquittal. I catch 'em with
the goods when I go after em!
A faint smile hovered about the
doctor's face.
“1 know your reputation," he said
sarcastically.
The captain thought the doctor was
flattering him. so he rubbed his hands
with satisfaction, as he replied:
"That's light. I’m after results.
None of them Psyche themes for
mine.” Striding over to the armchair
where sat Howard, he laid a rough
hand on his shoulder.
“Hey, Jeffries, wake up!”
Howard opened his eyes and stared
stupidly about him. The captain took
him by the collar of his coat.
"Coins—stand np! Brace up now!"
Turning to Sergeant Maloney, he
added. “Take him over to the station.
Write out that confession and make
him sign It before breakfast. I’ll he
right over.”
Howard struggled to his feet and
Maloney helped him arrange his col-
lar and tie. Officer Delaney clapped
his hat on his head. Dr. Bernstein
turned to go.
“Good-morning, captain. I'll make
out my report."
"Good morning, doctor.”
Dr. Bernstein disappeared and Capt.
Clinton turned to look at Annie, who
had been waiting patiently in the
background. Her anguish on seeing
Howard's condition was unspeakable.
It was only with difficulty that she re-
strained herself from crying out and
rushing to his side. But these stern,
uniformed men intimidated her. It
seemed to her that Howard was on
trial—a prisoner—perhaps his life was
in danger. What could he have done?
Of course, he was Innocent, whatever
the charge was. He wouldn’t harm a
fly. She was sure of that. But every
one looked so grave, and there was a
big crowd gathered in front of the
hotel when she came up. She thought
she had heard the terrible word “mur-
der," but surely there was some mis
take. Seeing Capt. Clinton turn in
her direction, she darted eagerly for-
ward.
May I speak to him, sir? He is
my husband.”
Not just TOw,” replied the captain,
not unkindly. “It’s against the rules.
Walt till we get him to the Tombs.
You can see him all you want there.”
Annie's heart sank. Could she have
heard aright?
"The Tombs!” she faltered. "Is
the charge so serious?”
"Murder—that's all!” replied the
captain laconically.
Anhie nearly swoomed. Hafl she
not caught the back of a chair she
would have fallen.
The captain turned to Maloney and,
In a low tone, said:
“Quick! Get him over to the sta
tlon. We don’t want any family
scenes here.”
Manacled to Officer Delaney and
escorted on the other side by Ma-
loney, Howard made his way toward
the door. Just as he reached It he
caught sight of his wife who, with
tears streaming down her cheeks,
was watching him as if in a dream
To her it seemed like some hideous
nightmare from which both would
Boon awaken. Howard recognized
her, yet seemed too dazed to wonder
how she came there. He simply
blurted out as he passed:
I “Something’s happened, Annie, dear.
I—Underwood—I don't qujte know
The policemen pushed him through
the door, which closed behind him.
CHAPTER XI.
Unable to control herself any
longer, Annie broke down completely
and burst into tears. When the door
opened and she saw her husband led
away, pale and trembling, between
those two burly policemen, it was as
if all she cared for -on earth had
gone out of her life forever. Capt.
Clinton laid his hand gently on her
shoulder. With more sympathy in his
face than was his custom to display,
he said:
“Now, little woman—’tain t no kind
of use carrying op like that! If you
want to help your husband and gei
him out of liis trouble you want to
get busy. Sitting there crying your
eyes out won’t do him any good.”
Annie threw up her head. Her eyes
were red, but they were dry now. Her
face was set and determined. The
captain was right. Only foolish wom-
en weep and wail when misfortune
knocks at their door. The right sort
of women go bravely out and make a
fight for liberty and honor. Howard
was innocent. She was convinced ol
that, no matter how black things
looked against him. She would not
leave a stone unturned till she had
regained for him his liberty. With
renewed hope in her heart and reso-
lution in her face, she turned to con-
front the captain.
“What has he done?” she demanded.
“Killed his friend, Robert Under-
wood.”
He watched her face closely to see
what effect his words would have on
her.
"Robert Underwood dead!” ex-
claimed Annie with more surprise
than emotion.
"Yes," said the captain sternly,
"and your husband, Howard Jeffries,
! killed him.”
"That's not true! I'd never believe
that,” said Annie promptly.
"He’s made a full confession," went
on the captain.
“A confession!” she echoed uneasi-
ly. "What do you mean?”
“Just what I say. Your husband
has made a full confession in the
presence of witnesses, that he came
here to Underwood's rooms to ask
for money. They quarreled. Your
husband drew a pistol and shot him.
lie has signed a confession which will
be presented to the magistrate this
morning.”
Annie looked staggered for a mo-
ment. but her faith in her husband
was unshakeable. Almost hysterically
she cried:
*T don't believe it. I don’t believe
it. You may have tortured him Into
signing something. Everybody knows
your methods, Capt. Clinton. But
thank God there is a law in the
United States which protects the in-
nocent as well as punishes the guilty.
I shall get the most able lawyers to
defend him even if I have to sell my-
self into slavery for the rest of my
life.”
“Bravo, little woman!” said the cap-
tain mockingly. “That’s the way to
talk. 1 like your spunk, but befora
you go I’d like to ask you a few ques-
tions. Sit down.”
He waved her to a chair and he Bat
opposite her.
"Now, Mrs. Jeffries,” he began en-
couragingly, “tell me—did you ever
hear your husband threaten Howard
Underwood?"
By this time Annie had recovered
her self-possession. She knew that
the best way to help Howard was to
keep cool and to say nothing which
was likely to injure his cause. Boldly,
therefore, she answered:
"You've no right to ask me that
question."
The captain shifted uneasily in his
seat. He knew she was within her
legal right. He couldn’t bully her
into saying anything that would in-
criminate her husband.
"I merely thought you would like
to assist the authorities, to—” he
stammered awkwardly.
"To convict my husband," she said
calmly. “Thank you, I understand my
position.”
“You can’t do him very much harm,
you know,” said the captain with af-
fected jocularity. “He has confessed
to the shooting.”
“I don't believe it,” she -said em-
phatically.
Trying a different tack, he asked
carelessly:
“Did you know Mr. Underwood?”
She hesitated before replying, then
indifferently she said:
"Yes, I knew him at one time. He
introduced me to my husband.”
“Where was that?”
“In New Haven, Conn.”
“Up at the college, eh? How long
have you known Mr. Underwood?
Annie looked at her inquisitor and
said nothing. She wondered what he
was driving at, what importance the
question had to the case. Finally she
said:
“I met him once or twice up at New
Haven, but I’ve never seen him since
my marriage to Mr. Jeffries. My hus-
band and he were not very good
friends. That is—”
She stopped, realizing that she had
made a mistake. How foolish she had
been! The police, of course, were
anxious to show that there was -ill
feeling between the two men. Her
heart misgave her as she saw the
look of satisfaction in the captain’s
face.
“Ah!” he exclaimed. “Not very
good friends, eh? In fact, your hus-
band didn’t like him, did he?”
“He didn’t like him well enough to
run after him,” she replied hesitat-
ingly.
Tlie captain now started off in an-
other direction.
“Was your husband ever jealous of
Underwood?”
By this time Annie had grown bus-
plcious of every question. She was
on her guard.
“Jealous? What do you mean?
No, he was not jealous. There was
never any reason. I refuse to answer
any more questions.”
The captain rose and began to pace
the floor.
There’s one little thing more, Mrs
Jeffries, and then you can go. You
called to some on* who was waiting
In the corridor outside. A boy about
18 years of age, in the livery of an
elevator attendant, entered the room.
The captain pointed to Annie.
“Is that the lady?”
The boy looked carefully, and then
shook his head.
“Don’t think so—no, sir. The other
lady was a great swell.”
“You’re sure, eh?” said the captain.
“I think so.” answered the boy.
“Do you remember the name she
gave?” _
“No, sir,” replied the boy. “Ever
since you asked me—”
Annie arose and moved toward the
door. She had no time to wuste
there. Every moment now was pre-
cious. She must get legal assistance
at once. Turning to Capt. Clinton, she
said:
“If you’ve no further use for me,
captain, I think I’ll go.”
“Just one moment, Mrs. Jeffries,
he said.
The face of the elevator boy sud-
denly brightened up.
“That's it,” he said eagerly. “That's
It—Jeffries. I think that was the
name she gave, sir.”
“Who?” demanded the captain.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
STAND UP FOR CONVICTIONS
The World Has Little Reepect for the
Man Who Seemingly Hae No
Mind of Hie Oven.
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TerMni .uttering from epilepsy
should write at once to Dr. Waterman
Institute, 122 East 25th Bt., Branch h3,
New York, for a supply of the remedy,
which is being distributed gratuitously.
Eggsaetlng.
Dr. J. S. Slack, the English food ex-
pert, said in a recent lecture in Du-
“The secret of health is two meals
a day with an occasional fast. But
people won’t avail themselves of this
superb secret It Is too unpleasant-
like the fresh egg.
“A gentleman, after cutting tbe top
off a soft-boiled egg. summoned the
waiter and said:
“ ‘Waiter, take this egg back to the
kitchen* wring its neck, and grill It
for me.’ ” _____
Itching Piles Permanently Cured by a
Jar of Resinol Ointment.
“Sitting There Crying Your Eyes Out
Won’t Do Him Any Good.”
can help your husband by helping us.
I want to put one more question to
you and be careful to answer truth-
fully. Did you call at these rooms
last night to see Mr. Underwood?
“I!” exclaimed Armie with mingled
astonishment and indignation. Of
course not.”
“Sure?” demanded the captain, eye-
ing her narrowly.
“Positive,” said Annie firmly.
The captain looked puzzled.
“A woman called here last night to
kee him,” he said thoughtfully, “and
1 thought that perhaps—”
Interrupting himself, he went quick-
ly to the door of the apartment and
There are many men who seem to
have no convictions on any subject
If they have any they give no sign
They only smile and are silent. That
is probably better than to be verbose
and violent Vanity of opinion is as
bad as to have none at all. in a real
simon-pure conviction, there are mod
esty and courage both. Truth is in
the quiet voice, since it does nOt de-
pend on vainglory or raDt
But a real man will say his say
when the time comes, not for contro-
versy—for that is not profitable, but
to show his hand and what he is. A
man’s personal influence is stronger
than his argument, and he is false to
the truth^that is in him if he does
not show that
We have great Issues before us—1
moral, political, social—which every
man should think about and under-
stand, and be ready to take a stand
upon, and take It. But there are
many who don’t do this, who are nega-
tive or cowardly and only smile or
grin when one of these subjects is
mentioned. They seem to think that
to disagree with another is a great
offense. It is an offense not to dis-
agree If one really does, for if an er
ror goes unchallenged, It is strength-
ened. When a man says such a thing
is right and you think it isn’t, say so.
quietly and earnestly, and let it go at
that.
The worst mollycoddle Is the man
who believes b~thing Is true and neg-
lectB to say so, when it is called in
question. The world would go back-
ward if all were like him.—Columbus
Journal.
How Far Can You See?
What Is the farthest limit fo which
the human vision can reach? Power
in his book, “The Eye and Sight,”
gives the ability to see the star,
Alcor, situated at the tall of the Great
Bear, as the test. Indeed, the Arabs
call it the Test star. It Is most ex-
ceptionable to be able to see Jupiter’s
satellites with the naked eye, though
one or two cases are recorded, the
third satellite being the most distinct
Peruvians are said to be the longest
sighted race on earth. Humboldt re-
cords a case where these Indiana per-
ceived a human figure 18 miles away,
being able to recognize that it was
human and clad in white. This is
probably the record for far sight.
British House of Lords.
The house of lords is almost as old
as the British people. Away back in
the days of the Heptarchy we find the
assembly known as the “Witenage-
mot,” or "Council of Wise Men," com-
posed of the leading men in church
and state, which assisted the king in
the making of the laws of the realm.
Naturally, under the circumstances,
these big men became the "whole
thing,” so to speak, and in the course
of time they became the “Lords,’
temporal and spiritual,” making up
the present "house of lords.”—London
Standard.
A Free Translation.
"Gentlemen of the Jury,” continued
the earnest young lawyer, “the case
before you hangs upon that old Latin
maxim—Falsus in uno. falsus in omni-
bus.’ Now, gentlemen, what does that
mean? It means, gentlemen, that if a
man will tell one lie, he’ll tell a whole
omnibusful of lies.”
About three weeks since I was suf-
fering agony from Itching pilfes, I got
a sample jar of Resinol Ointment and
after bathing with warm water and
applying the Resinol, I was in a few
days entirely relieved of the Itching
and believe I am permanently cured.
W. W. Evans, Carrollton, Ky. Resinol
Ointment Is sold by all druggists.
It has always appeared to me that
good manners are almost as valuable
an asset in commercial as in diplo-
matic affairs.—Lord Cromer.
Constipation causes and seriously aggra-
vates many diseases. It is thoroughly cured
by Dr. Pierce’s Pellets. Tiny sugar-coated
granules. _______
What we are doing speaks with
greater force than what we are say-
ing.— Royston.
ALL TJP-TO-DATE HOUSEKEEPERS
Use Red Cross Ball Blue. It makes clothes
clean and sweet as when new. All grocers.
Men astonish themselves far more
than they astonish their friends.—
John Oliver Hobbes.
Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrnp for Children
teething, softens the gums, reduces Inflamma-
tion, allays pain, cures wind colic, 25c a bottle.
It Is the rally of loyal allies which
helps most to win a good cause to vic-
tory.—W. S. Royston. _
To Get
Its Beneficial Effects:
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and
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Sold by all leading
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Why He Hurried.
First Boy—Where yer goin* In such
a ruBh?
Second Boy (on the run)—Fire
alarm!
F. B.—Where?
g. f.—Boss said he’d fire me if I
wasn’t back from dis errand in ten
minutes.
Uncle Ezra Says:
“A good many people hev the cour-
age uv their convictions, while a good
many more hev th« courage of their
assumptions."
44 Bu. to the Acre
Is a henry yield, but that’s wbat John Kennedy of
Bdmonton, Alberta, Western Canada, got from 4U
- acres of Spring Wheat In 1310. Reports
^_ fenM nMinerllBtrldtcinthat nmv.
ffiMSfsVric^ih&T-8
noe showed other excel-
lent results—such si 4,-
000 bushels of wheat
from 120 acres, or 831-8
bn. peracre. 2o,80and40
bushel yields were son-
erous. As high as 183
bushels of oats to the
acre worethreshed from
Alberta fields in 1910.
The Silver Cup
at the recent Spokane
Fair WhsawardeU to the
A1 berta Government for
Its exhibit of grains.grosses and
vegetables. Reports of excellent
yields for 1910 coine also from
Saskatchewan and Manitoba in
Western Canada.
Free homesteads of 160
acres, and adjoining pre-
emptions of 160 acres(at
S3 peracre) are to be had
In the choicest districts.
Schools convenient, cli-
mate excellent, soil the
very best, railways close at
hand, bnlldlne lumber
cheap, fnel easy to gret and
reasonable In price, water
easily procured, mixed
farming a success.
Write as to best place for set-
tlement, settlers' low railway
rates, descriptive Illustrated
-Last Best West” (sent free on
application) and other Informa-
tion, to Bup't of Immigration.
Ottawa, Can.,ortothe Canadian
Government Agent. (K)
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As 125 W. MsOStml Kma(||.asL
(Fse address nearest yon.)
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