The Orlando Clipper (Orlando, Okla.), Vol. 5, No. 36, Ed. 1 Friday, July 21, 1911 Page: 2 of 10
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COPYRIGHT 1908 by THE ASSOCIATED SUNDAY MAGAZINES
COPYRIGH T 1909 by THE BOBBfl - MERRILL COMPANY
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to the end:: “B—f—1—n—g 5—v—«-
SYNOPSIS.
Count 'li Roslnl, tii" Italian amlinit- f w—h-
• lit. I- is It ilinri'-r with diplomats in
the nation . I capll ■ I w hen a messenger :
brings .1 note din ctlng him to come to
tlic ,■ 11111:issy at Hero a beautirul
young woman asks that she be given j
a lirkft I" tin- I'rtibai y ball. T ho tlrk-
,11. ,,iit In ilia name of Miss Is- ,
nbil Tliornr. <' 1 ■ ■ r Campbell or the
f, r„i rvic*. an.I Mr Crlnim. bis head
dct'itlv.' at,' warn' d that a pint of the
I.alin ........ again 't the English speak - ,
lug rnei-s Is browing In Washington, I
en l Crime) g<" ' to the state ball for
Information In a eons, rvalory Ills at-
tention Is called to Miss Isabel Thorne.
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CHAPTER III.—(Continued.)
Benorita Rodriguez laughed, nnd Mr
Grimpi glanced Idly toward Miss
Thorne. She was still talking, her
face alive with Interest; and the fan
was si 111 tapping rhythmically, stead-
ily, now on the ai m of her chair.
"Dot-dash dot! Dot dash-dot! Dut-
dnsh-dot! Dot-dash dot!”
“Pretty women who don't want to
he stared at should go with their faces
swathed," Mr. Grimm suggested, indo-
lently "Haroun el Raschld there
would agree with me on that point, I
have no doubt. What a shock he
would get If he should happt n up at
Atlantic City for a week-end In Au-
Cust!"
"Dot-dash dot! Dot dash-dot! Dot-
Jash-dot!"
Mr. Grimm read It with perfect un-
derstanding: It .was "F—F—F” In the
Morse code, the call of one operator
to another Was It accident? Mr.
Grimm wondered, and wondering, he
went on talking lazily:
"Curious, isn't it, the smaller the na
tlon the more color it crowds into the
uniforms of its diplomats? The Brit
Ish ambassador, you will observe, is
clothed sanely and modestly, as befits
the representative of a great nation;
but coming on down by way of Spain
and Italy, they got more gorgeous.
However, I dare say ns stout a heart
bents beneath a sky-blue sash ns be-
hind the embellished black of evening
dress" <
"F— F—F," the fan was calling In-
listently.
And then the answer came. It took
:lio unexpectedly prosaic form of a vio
lent sneeze, a vociferous outburst In a
bench directly behind Mr Grimm.
Senorlta Rodriguez Jumped, then
laughed, nervously.
"It startled me," she explain J
"I thinlf there must lie a draft from
the conservatory," said a man's voice
apologetically. "Do you ladies feel It?
No? Well, if you’ll excuse me—?"
Mr Grimm glanced back languid'y.
The si eaker was Charles Winthrop
Rankin, a brilliant young American
lawyer who was attached to the Ger-
man embassy in an advisory capacity.
Among other tilings lie was a Heidel-
berg man, having spent some dozen
years of his life in Germany, where
he established influential connections.
Mr Grimm knew him only by sight.
And now the rhythmical tapping of
Miss Thorne’s fan underwent a
change. There was a flutter of gaiety
In her voice the while the ivory fan
tapped steadily.
"Dot-dot dot' Dash! Dash dash
dash! Dot dot-dash! Dash!"
"S—t—5—u—t,” Mr Grimm read In
Morse. He laughed plensantly at
some remark of his companion
“Dash dash! Dot-dash! Dash dot!"
said the fan.
"M—a—n,” Mr. Grimm spelled it
out, the while his listless eyes roved
aimlessly over the throng "S—t—5—
u—t m—a—n!” Was It meant for
"stout man?" Mr Grimm wondered.
"Dot-dash-dot! Dot! Dash dot dot!"
"F—e—d," that was
"Dot-dot dash dot! Dot-dash! Dash
dot dash dot! Dot!"
"Q—a—J—e!" Mr Grimm was
puzzled a little now. but there was not
a wrinkle, nor the tiniest indication of
perplexity in his face. Instead he be-
gan talking of Raphael’s cherubs, the
remark being called into life by tlie
high complexion of a young man who
was passing Miss Thorne glanced at
him keenly, her splendid eyes fairly
aglow, and the fan rattled on in the
code
"Dash-dot! Dot! Dot dash! Dot-
dash-dot!"
"N— e—a—f.” Mr. Grimm was still
■polling it out.
Then came a perfect Jumble. Mr.
Grlnmi followed It with difficulty, a
difliculty utterly beli'-d by the quizzi-
cal lines about his mouth. As he
caught it It was like this: “J—5—n—
,—e—f—v—a—t—5~f," followed by
an arbitrary signal which is not in the
Morse code: “Dash-dot-dash dash!”
Mr. Grimm carefully stored that
Jumble away in some recess of his
train, along w ith- the unknown signal.
That was all, apparently. The soft
clatter of the fan against the arm of
the chair ran on meaninglessly after
that.
"May I bring you an Ice?" Mr.
Grimm asked at last.
"If you will, please,” responded the
senorlta, “and when you come back
I’ll reward you by presenting you to
Miss Thorne. You’ll find her charm-
ing; nnd Mr. Oadwallader has monop-
olized her long enough.”
Mr. Grimm bowed and left her. He
had barely disappeared when Mr.
Rankin lounged along In front of Miss
Thorne. He glanced at her, paused
and greeted her effusively.
"Why, Miss Thorne!" he exclaimed.
"I’m delighted to see you here. 1 un-
derstood you would not be present,
and—”
Their hands fnet in a friendly clasp
ns she rose nnd moved away, with a
nod of excuse to Mr. Oadwallader. A
until they came to another door open-
| servant who Hood near, approach'd
j them.
"An Ice—here,” Mr. Grimm directed,
tersely.
The servant bowed and disappeared,
nnd Jlr. Grimm hastily scribbled some-
thing on a sheeCof paper and handed
it to his chief.
“There Is a reading. In the Morse
code, of a message that seems to be
unintelligible," Mr. Grimm explained.
"I have reason to believe It is lu the
Continental code. Y'ou know the Con-
tinental—I don’t."
Mr. Campbell read this:
"Stout man fed qaje neaf J.'nsef-
nt5f," and then came the unknown,
dash-dot-dash-dash. “That,” he ex-
plained, "is Y in the Continental
code." It went on: "d55f bfiug 5ver
when g goes."
The chief read it off glibly:
"Stout man, red face, near conserv-
atory door. Bring over when G goes.”
"Very well!” commented Mr. Grimm
ambiguously.
With no word explanation, he
rose and went out, pausing at the door
to take the ice which the servant was
bringing in. The seat where he had
left Senorlta Rodriguez was vacant:
so was tiie chair where Miss Thorne
had been. He glanced about Inquir-
ingly, and a servant who stood stolid1
ly near the conservatory door ap-
proached him.
“Pardon, sir. but the lady who was
sitting here,” and he indicated the
chair where Miss Thorne had been sit-
ting, “fainted while dancing, and the
lady who was with you went along
when site was removed to the ladles’
dressing room, sir.”
Mr. Grimm's teeth closed with a lit-
tle cnap.
“Did you happen to notice any time
mand, then turned away iO his left, !: '
the direction of the shot. Ann. the
first dismay, there was a general move
xnent of the crowd In that d r, ction
a movement which was checked by
Mr. Campbell’s appearance upon a
chair, with a smile on his bland face.
“No harm done,” he called. “One
of the officers preFent dropped his re-
volver, and it was accidentally dis-
charged. No harm done."
There was a moment's excited chat
ter, deep-drawn breaths of relief, the
orchestra swung again into the inter-
rupted rhythm, and the dancers
moved on. Mr. Grimm went stiaight
to his chief, who had stepped down
from the chair. Two other secret
service men stood behind him, b cok-
ing the doorway that opened Into s
narrow hall.
"This way," directed the chief
tersely.
Mr. Grimm walked along beside hltn.
They skirted the end of the ballroom
"Only wounded. He’s in that room,
and he indicated a door a little way
down the hall. "Fairchild, two serv-
ants nnd a physician are with him.
“Who shot him?"
“Don’t know. We found him lying
In the hail here."
Still followed by Mr. Grimm, the
chief entered the room, and together
OTTUMWA
WOMAN
CURED
By Lydia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Compound
Ottumwa, Iowa.—“For vears I was
almost a constant sufferer from female
trouble in all its
dreadful forms-
shooting pains all
over my body, sick
headache, spinal
weakness, dizziness.
depression, and
everything that was
horrid. I tried many
doctors in different,
parts of the United
States, but Lydia E.
l’iukham’s Vegeta-
ble Compound has
done more for me than all the doctors.
I feel it my duty to tell you these
they bent over the wounded man. rlhe j fact3. My heart is full of^gratitude to
bullet had entered the torso Just be-
low the ribs on the left side.
"It's a clean wound," the physician
was explaining. "The bullet passed
through There’s no immediate dan-
ger '
into the hall. Chief Campbell this evening a stout gentleman, with
Senor Alvarez opened his eyes, and
Flared about him in bewilderment;
then alarm overspread bis face, nnd j
lie made spasmodic efforts to reach
the inside breast pocket of his coat, j
Mr. Grimm obligingly .thrust his hand i
Into the pocket and drew out its con- ,
tents, the while Senor Alvarez strug-
gled frantically.
"Just a moment," Mr. Grimm ad- j
vised quietly. “I’m only going to let j
you see if It is here. Is it?"
He held the papers, one by one, in
front of the wounded man, and each
time a shake of the head was his an j
swer. At last Senor Alvarez closed j
his eyes again.
(TO BE CONTINUED.!
ANCIENT ISRAEL USED INK
Writings of Bible Times inscribed on
Potsherds Have Been Found
in Samaria.
“That the nncient Israelites had a
cheap and easy method of sending writ-
ten messages which was In fairly com-
mon use is now an established fact,
said George A. Reisncr, assistant pro-
fessor of Egyptology at Harvard, who
for the last fourteen years has been
conducting excavations in Egypt and
Palestine. Professor Reisner Just re-
turned on the Campania.
"We were excavating in Samaria,
once capital of the northern kingdom
of Israel, in 1908, when we came upon |
the palace of the Israelite kings. Last J
summer we found on the floor of one of ]
the chambers of the palace a number j
of potsherds and on tl.ese shards were J
written messages; they related to
tithes or taxes paid to the king, and |
were written in an ink made of pure
carbon or lampblack. These, perhaps, j
are the earliest specimens of Israelite
work contemporaneous with the Bible.
They were written In the reign ol
King Ahab."—New York Evening Post
you for my cure.”—Mrs. Harriet E.
Wampler, 524 S. Ransom btreet,
Ottumwa, Iowa.
Consider This Advice.
No woman should submit to a surgi-
cal operation, which may mean death,
until she has given Lydia E. l’inkham’3
Vegetable Compound a fair trial.
This famous medicine, made only
from roots and herbs, has for thirty
years proved to be the most valuable
tonic and invigorator of the female
organism. Women residing in almost
every city and town in the United
States bear willing testimony to the
wonderful virtue of Lydia E- Hint
ham’s Vegetable Compound.
Mrs. Pinkham, at Lynn, Mass,
invites all sick women to writo
her for advice. Iler advice is free,
confidential, and always helpful.
Father Loses an Excuse.
"Don't you regret seeing your chil-
dren growing up to face ithe responsi-
bilities of the world?”
"Yes,” Mr. Bliggins said; "it's a lit-
tle disappointing to find iny boy so
big that he is no longer an excuse
for my going to the circus.”
SURE.
■N-e-a-f,” Mr. Grimm Was Spelling It Out.
One of
the
pushed it open, and entered
his nun stood Just inside.
"What was It, Gray?" asked
chief.
“Senor Alvarez of the Mexican le-
gation. was shot," waB the reply.
“Dead?”
thin slip of paper, thrice fuldid,
passed from Mr. Rankin to her. She
tugged at her glove, and thrust the lit-
tle paper, still folded, inside the palm.
"is it yes. or no?" Miss Thorne
nsked in a low tone
"Frankly, 1 can't say," was the re-
ply.
"He road the message," she ex-
plained hastily, "and now he has gone
to decipher it."
She gathered up her trailing Fkirts
over one arm, and together they glided
away through the crowd to the strains
of a Straubs waltz.
"I'm going to faint In a moment,”
she said quite caJ.mly to Mr. Rankin.
"Please have me sent to the Judies’
dressing room."
"1 understand," he replied quietly.
CHAPTER IV.
The Fleeing Woman.
Mr. Grimm went straight to a quiet
nook of die smoking room and there,
after a moment, Mr. Campbell Joint d
him. The bland benevolence of the
chief's face was disturbed by the
slightest questioning uplift of his
brows as he dropped Into u seat op-
red face, near the conservatory door?"
he asked.
The servant pondered a moment,
then shook his head.
“No, sir."
“Thank you.”
Mr. Grimm was just turning away,
when there came the sharp, vibrant
cra-a-sh! of a revolver, somewhere off
to his left. The president! That was
his first thought. One glance across
the room to where the chief executive
stood, in conversation with two other
gentlemen, reassured him. The chol-
eric blue eyes of the president had
opened a little at the sound, then he
calmly resumed the conversation Mr
Grimm impulsively started toward the
little group, but already a cordon was
being drawn there—a cordon of quiet-
faced, keen-eyed men, unobtrusively
forcing their way through the crowd.
There was Johnson, and Hastings,
and Blair, and half a dozen others.
The room had been struck dumb.
Then dancers stopped, with tense, in-
quiring looks, and the plaintive whine
of the orchestra, far away, faltered,
then ceased There was one brief
instant of utter silence in which white-
faced women clung to the arms of
their escorts, and the brilliant galaxy
of colors halted. Then, after a mo-
ment, there came clearly through the
stillness, the excited, guttural com-
mand of tiie German ambassador.
“Keep on Maying, you tam fools!
Keep on biaying!”
The orcncstra started again tremu-
The Short-Lived Pin.
By a series of experiments conduct-
ed on his estate a French Investigator
has discovered that pins go the way
of all flesh and are resolved into dust.
Hairpins, which the experimenter
watched for 154 days, disappear at the
end of that time, having been resolved
into a ferrous oxide, a brownish rust,
which was blown away by the wind.
Bright pins took nearly 18 months to
disappear; polished steel needles near-
ly two years and a half; brass pins
had hut little endurance; steel pens
ut the end of 15 months had nearly
gone, while their wooden holders
were still intact. Pencils, with which j
lie also experimented, suffered little
by exposure; the lead was unharmed,
and the cedar almost as good as new.
— Human Life.
j\T
JIggs—The corset trust Isn’t eco-
nomical.
Jaggs—How do you know?
JIggs—Why, everything It makes
goes to waist.
A SPOON SHAKER.
Straight From Coffeedom.
posito Mr. Grimm, and lighted a cigar lously Mr. Grimm nodded a
Mr Grimm raised his hind, and a approval of thu ambassador's
silent
com
A Fortunate Error.
August Belmont, at a dinner in
New York, laughed at the tales of a
huge bribery fund to defeat the race- i
track bill.
"There is about as much truth in
all these tales," he Faid, “ns there is
in the virtues of the average hair
grower—and you know what they
amount to.”
Mr. Belmont smiled.
"A bald headed man astonished his
friends by appearing one day with a
fine thick crop of hair.
“ ‘It's all an accident, too,’ he ex-
plained. 'Last night 1 took up the
wrong bottle in the dark, and instead
of rubbing Scalpene-Dandruffia on
my head, 1 applied my wife’s depila-
tory.’ ”
Right In His Line.
“Here's an interesting article in this
newspaper entitled, 'The Art of Rest-
ing.' "
"Better send It to Willowby.”
"Why 7”
"HU wife runs a boarding house.''
Coffee can marshall a good squadron
of enemies and some very hard ones to
overcome. A lady in Florida writes:
“I have always been very fond of
good coffee, and for years drank it at
least three times a day. At last, how-
ever, I found that it was injuring me.
“I became bilious, subject to fre-
j quent and violent headaches, and so
! very nervous, that I could not lift a
spoon to my mouth without spilling a
[ part of its contents.
“My heart got ‘rickety’ and beat no
' fast and so hard that I could scarcely
breathe, while my skin got thick and
dingy, with yellow blotehes on my face,
caused by the condition of my liver
and blood.
"I made up my mind that all these
afflictions catne from the coffee, and I
determined to experiment and see.
"So I quit coffee and got a package
of Postutn which furnished my hot
1 morning beverage. After a little time
I was rewarded by a complete restora-
j tion of my health in every respect.
"I do not suffer from biliousness any
: more, my headaches have disappeared,
my nerves are as steady as could be
desired, my heart beats regularly and
my complexion has cleared up beauti-
fully—the blotches have been wiped out
and It is such a pleasure to be well
again.” Name given by Postum Co.,
Battle Creek, Mich.
Read the little Book, "The Road to
Wellvllle,” In pkgs. "There's a reason.”
Ever rend the nbove letter? A new
one nppeiirN from time to time. They
nrc Kruuiue, true, uud full of human
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Marker, Jerry R. The Orlando Clipper (Orlando, Okla.), Vol. 5, No. 36, Ed. 1 Friday, July 21, 1911, newspaper, July 21, 1911; Orlando, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc912088/m1/2/: accessed April 24, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.