The Chandler Tribune (Chandler, Okla.), Vol. 6, No. 39, Ed. 1 Friday, July 13, 1906 Page: 2 of 6
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CHAPTER X.—Continued.
We climbed a narrow ridge ami Val-
dermere paused at the arch to a small
room, formed of stone. It was unlike
the other caverns, and 1 could plainly
see that it had been hewn from a solid
stone. We entered this room, and Val-
dermere, setting his torch upon the
floor, stepped to the center of the
chamber, and. stooping, he began to
search for something. Then he arose,
and approaching the end of the cham-
ber 1 saw Ills hand feeling along the
wall. I heard a sound that resembled
the click of a rusty lock. One entire
side of the wall seemed to sink down-
ward, exposing a vault lined with
wooden shelves. Upon these shelves 1
saw a countless number of small bags,
numbered and classiiled.
“Bring your torch, Castleman.” he
cried, and ns 1 brought it, he unfas-
tened the bag, and a bright light shot
forth, and fell like a ball of lire Into
the palm of his hand, flashing and
sparkling.
Then his hand seemed Ailed with a
thousand lights—it was the great dia-
mond.
I stood w ith my eyes fixed upon this
beautiful bauble, faseinnted by its
burning flies. He placed it in my
“Bring Your Torch, Castleman.”
trembling hand, and it fell upon the
floor of the vault, and rolled away into
the send darkness, where it lay spit-
ting forth its living flies, changing col-
or at every flare of the torch.
Valdcrmere returned it to its place,
and again I heard the clink of the in-
visible machinery. The great slab
slowly resumed its place, and as we
turned to go I looked again—there
was nothing in that cheerless room
with its hare walls to indicate the hid-
den millions of “The Invisible Hand."
We then passed on, and our prog-
ress was marked by many strange
scenes, varying at every turn. My in-
terest In these curious formations was
growing stronger at every turn, but
Valdermere was wrapped in thought,
and paid no further heed to the scenes
about him.
The mountain guide cannot under-
stand the ecstasy of the tourist who
follows him for the first time in a de-
lirium of joy. as he climbs along the
frowning peaks, or gazes into the dis-
tant valley, as it slumbers forever in
Its unbroken stillness, or the fretful
stream, as it dashes by, gurgling glee-
fully in its mad flight over the rocks
and the pebbles. It looks foolish; it is
always the same—the same mountain
has been there always; the same val-
ley on whose bosom has blossomed the
same flowers, and the fretful stream
never hushes Its gurgling sound—It
was the same the first time he ever
saw it.
The tunnels seemed now to have no
end, and as we followed one after an-
other of these 1 was thinking of Ger-
shon. with his calm, frozen look; of
Gideon, the giant, whose face always
wore a grim humor. I could see his
great head thrown back and his shag-
gy hair. I could still see the studious
face of Ponguilly—the lank, lean fig-
ure of Romanski.
At last we emerged from what
seemed an endless passage of solid
stone. A huge white owl fluttered
from an arch and lighted upon a ledge
far above us. The passage melted
sway—the view enlarged, and our
path was strewn with stalagmites, and
glittering stalactites hung above us.
We passed on for many hundred
yards The owl again fluttered among
the rocks above, and sent forth a
screech which was followed by a
dreadful chorus of horrible echoes.
Valdermere uttered but few words.
1 wondered at his silence. He seemed
to be brooding over some sad thought.
"Castleman." said he, “we will be
compelled to separate for a time, but
shall soon meet again."
I expressed my deep regret at this
unwelcome news.
"Don't be despondent." he continued,
with a more cheerful look, “for I have
s pleasant task for you."
I thanked him.
"Gershon would have sent you to
Russia, but I Interceded, and at last
ha agreed to compromise."
I again expressed my gratitude.
"I wMi Bend you on a mission, which
1 nm sure will not be altogether un-
pleasant, for you will meet persons ex-
tremely ngreealde, ami—"
I frowned, for his manner had
grown Insinuating, and be was tread-
ing on delicate ground. He paused:
"All," he said, "If what 1 said in In-
dia was true—and I suppose you will
admit that?"
"Unreservedly," I said, "but that is
another thing. I—”
“We will say no more of it at pres-
ent," he said, with a smile, "but
wait—”
I said no more, and we traveled on
in silence.
Occasionally my nostrils caught a
strong odor of gas, and at one point
the smell was so offensive that I
feared lest I might be overcome.
The nature and construction of the
stones and earth seemed to have
changed. The path was rough and un-
even, the walls black, the earth damp
and mouldy, and great green patches
of moss clung to the walls. Occasion-
ally an owl would whir past us with a
horrible screech, or a blind fish would
rise to the surface of a small lake or
stream and sink again from sight. At
one place a green snake wiggled across
our path and disappeared from view.
"Are there no more crystal cham-
bers or pillars of fire?” I asked.
"No," said Valdermere, “all the beau-
ties of these caverns are concentrated
near the center of our route.”
At three p. m. we halted and Valder-
mere announced to my great satisfac-
tion that we wero within five miles of
Dead Man's Cave.
“We will now rest and have some
refreshments, for we must not leave
the caverns until midnight.”
"Do you think any one will see us
leave?"
He smiled—"I can't say that I do,
and yet—"
"And yet?" I repeated.
"It is possible that Deneau has an
eye on this cave."
"And if so?"
"He will shadow Its entrance."
"But, he would not attempt to cause
your arrest?”
“No, that would spoil his plans. It
would be a premature move, and
Deneau, who undoubtedly associates
ns with nihilism, or rather, he thinks
our aims are identical with those of
the nihilists, and yet—"
"And yet?"
"He has discovered that we do not
associate, or that I do not associate
with that order—that our aim is high-
er, that our Order is more powerful,
that we are more formidable, that
with my capture he cau secure my as-
sociates."
"You reason from inference?" I said.
"Only from Inference.” he replied,
looking at me strangely.
"Well.” I continued, after we had
resumed our Journey, “if Deneau
should find the right clue, he would
still be confronted by insurmountable
difficulties."
“You are right, Castleman. but the
Ingenuity of that man is phenomenal.
He can't cope with occult powers; he
can't escape the Infallible power of
old Slsta to follow his steps, but when
he suspects mechanical combinations
for moving stones, then—”
"Then what?"
"Then he has only the Inventive
genius of Romanski to combat.”
"But, can he have suspected this?"
I asked.
“Undoubtedly, as the old Indian
saw the great stoues spread apart as
I made my exit."
"This will lead Deneau to believe—"
"That the further passage of Dead
Man's Cave has been closed by the
hand of man to conceal some rendez-
vous or protect a hidden treasure.
And If he discovers the secret of the
entrance, even If he Is bold enough to
enter, he can neevr hope to capture
the men or the treasure."
"That Is true; hut the cave beyond
the entrance Is, as yet, a vague
theory."
"He suspects that the cave affords
a rendezvous for a great plot, led to
this conclusion by the fact of my hav-
ing been seen to leave the entrance
I at night.”
"But his real difficulty will begin.”
| I said, "after he enters—which is alto-
gether Improbable. There are hun-
dreds of misleading passages, a thou-
i sand pitfalls, and should he reach the
centra: chamber, he will confront the
- men who are at work, and then his
; trail—”
"Will end forever,” he said, with a
strange inflection of voice. “Gideon
would rend him limb form limb.”
“Will the twelve men remain long
I In the caverns?” I asked.
"That will depend." he replied. "If
, the gas is threatening, Gideon will
! order the treasury removed, and then
| the one hundred councilors will be
warned, and will gather to remove it.
Gideon will be sent forth to telegraph
■ the members of the one hundred coun-
cilors, and in a short time every ves-
tige of "The Invisible Hand" will be
| removed from these caverns. The
, submarine craft will be transported
: to the river, filled with the treasures,
and each member of the council will
carry away his pro rata, all to be de-
| posited at a place agreed upon. How-
ever. 1 hope It will not be necessary,
but If so, it will greatly precipitate
matters."
“But should danger or other acci-
dent force you to abandon the caves?”
"We still have other places to go to.
and can find other vaults for our treas-
ury."
At nine o'clock we again resumed
our Journey, traveling at great leisure
along the route, which had begun to
wind about In many directions, break- !
ing abruptly along the bunk of a deep
gorge, or at the base of some hugo
stone; or, turning suddenly, would
force us to travel on a line with tho
route over which we had come.
“The path grows more uneven, as
we pass from the mountain,” said Val-
derinere, holding high his torch and
staring into the distance.
“Are we not still under the moun-
tain?” I inquired.
“No, we are now about five miles
beyond the base. Have you not ob-
served that our path descends?” ’
“True, but it often descended while
we were still under the mountain.”
“Yes,” he said, “but only in places,
anil for a short distance, while this
path lias sloped for a number of miles
We will soon be in open air.”
I looked nt my watch. It was an
hour of midnight. I felt a strange
sense of relief to think that I would
soon be again under the blue sky and
inhale the fresh, fragrant air of the
valley. I who loved adventure, also
loved Nature; who loved darkness
also loved light, and my capacity for
mm.
FOR WINDOW CARDENS.
Spitting Forth Its Living Fires,
enjoying tho one depended upon my
ability also to enjoy the other.
“Castleman,” said Valdermere,
“when we leave tills cave, you lose
your identity. You are no longer Ed-
win Castleman. English gentleman;
you are Rodin, of The invisible
Hand.' ”
l felt a revulsion, though I saw in
the play of his eye a humor which
should have made me smile. I did
not smile, and though my fortune, my
life, was consecrated to this conspir-
acy, 1 felt keenly the exile I had vol-
untarily accepted. My heart hung like
a stone In my breast.
“Do you see that great stone wall?"
observed Valdermere, holding his torch
aloft, and pointing to a dark, rough
barrier of stone which obstructed out
further passage.
We had entered a hollow chamber
The walls were Irregular, and liug»
stones stuck out from them like spurs
Two stones weighing many tons lay
close together and formed the wall op
poSite the tunnel. I looked in all di
rectlons, but there was only one means
of exit, and that was the tunnel from
which we had just emerged. The roof
was also of solid stone, black and
frowning.
"Shall we be forced to retrace our
steps?” I asked, thinking that we had
lost our bearings.
Valdermere favored me with a smile,
still holding his torch aloft, as he ap-
proached the two stones which lay
close together.
1 followed him and upon closer in-
spection 1 observed that these stones
were cracked apart in the center.
“Now you will see some of Roman-
ski's handiwork," he said. "You have
seen the hearth sink from the floor
of the old house; you have seen the
walls of the vault divide and reunite,
but you have yet to see his master-
piece."
1 stood gazing upon the great black
stones, expecting to see them crawl
away, and as I watched. I heard a
I noise as of grinding mill-wheels. This
I was followed by a rattling as of chains.
! Suddenly one of the great stones sunk
I an Inch below the others; another rat-
j tie of machinery, and it jolted lower.
I sprang back, but cou'.d not take my
eyes from the sinking stone. It con-
I tinued to sink slowly, until an aper-
j ture revealed the darkness beyond.
“This is the entrance.” said Valder-
' mere, "to Dead Man's Cave."
j As he spoke, his words were echoed
I and re-echoed from the passage be-
yond. sounding like a multitude shout-
ing la concert.
We passed through the secret en-
trance. and again the machinery rat-
I tied, and the stone rose to its place.
We had passed beyond the wonders ol
j the great caverns, whose secret por
j tals no man could cast asunder, save
I a member of "The Invisible Hand."
| Did I say no man? Alas!
When the stone had resumed its po-
sition, Valdermere turned to me with
a look of triumph in his eyes, a look
! [hat implied defiance, that plainly
said: “is it not beyond the power of
man to enter our rendezvous?”
(To Be Continued )
Provide Good Drainage fer the Boxes
—Fill About Two-Thirds Full
of Light Soil,
Vines and trailing plants are the
best for window boxes, and only
those which endure hardship w ith im-
punity are recommended. The varie-
gated vinca, German ivy, cobaea
scaudens, yonlcera reticulata' aurea
and variegated trailing abutilon will
meet the requirements and should bo
planted thickly enough to entirely
cover the front of the box.
Of the common flowering and foli-
age plants these may be used:
Fuchsias, geraniums, petunias, cup-
heas, ivy geranium, marguerite, blue
agoratum, yellow and some of the
fancy leaved varieties of coleus. The
common sweet alyssum and blue lo-
belias are very pretty, but last a
shorter time.
Persons who have a shaded veranda
not much exposed to the wind can
obtain beautiful effects by planting to-
gether red begonia and ferns of the
stronger growing kinds. Use medium
sized Boston ferns and nephrolepis
cordata and larger plants of the hol-
ly fern. For trailing ferns the varie-
gated nepeta and asparagus spre'n-
gerla do well.
The window box, carefully made,
with plenty of holes bored in the bot-
tom for good drainage, should be filled
two-thirds full of soil when ready for
planting. Set the plants deep enough
so that their roots are well covered
with earth. Any unevenness on the
surface should be filled In with loose
soil after the plants are set.
Light soil, preferably one that ha3
hern mixed thoroughly with well-rot-
ted manure is best for a window box.
—Brooklyn Eagle.
THE WINTER BLANKETS.
Some Housewives Prefer to Wash
When the Summer Sun Is Hot
—Hew to Pack Away.
If you have been delayed in pack-
ing away the heavy winter clothing
of the family, or In having blankets
washed, it is a good time to finish
up the job this month. Many par-
ticular housewives prefer waiting for
the hottest of summer suns to dry
and sweeten freshly washed blankets,
and this is a good time to have such
work done.
Then, in laying them away, as the
moth miller lias laid lt=? eggs long
since, try wrapping articles in frrshly
printed newspapers: moths particuu-
larly dislike printers’ ink. and will
not devour anything smelling of it,
so the pa,4^rs. the newer the better,
may be used, as they are plentiful in
almost every house.
If this Is done In June, everything
should he taken out. shaken, beaten,
aired and sunned, about the second
week in July: once again during Au-
gust and once more in September;
fresh papers are then tispd in rewrap-
ping the parcels, and when the time
comes to use the garments and bed-
ding there is no awful smell to en-
dure for the ensuing several weeks.—
St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
IH DID ABOUT THE HETRDPOLIS
Mr. Bryan's Standing in New York-
Senseless Extravagance--! he “Sev-
enties'’ the “Sportiest Prop-
osition” To-Day.
NKW YORK.- When big Tim Sullivan, second
lord*and first power in Tammany, suddenly an-
nounced that Mr. Bryan was in his opinion the
safe, sane and conservative Democratic candidate
tor the presidency, politicians knew that there was
a “hen on." Bryan never ran any too well in New
York state or city. And Bryan men in the west
have never thought very much of the support ren-
dered Mr. Bryan in the city—though it was really
the farmers up-state who overwhelmed the Ne-
braska statesman in New York.
All is different now. So far as New York is
concerned, the sudden turning to Mr. Bryan, which
will reach a climax of enthusiasm in the reception
in honor of his return, means mainly fear of
Hearst. Hearst is still an unknown quantity. He
had more votes for mayor last fall than any other
1 candidate, if they could only have been counted, but they were not all votes
for Hearst. Some wefe votes against Tammany hall; and Mayor McClellan
lias since won friends every day by standing out stoutly against the Hall.
: Some were votes against the general financial ills of tho community, muck-
! raker” votes, and the feeling of resentment that called them forth has if any-
thing grown. Hearst will gain in one direction and lose in another. How will
the balance be struck? At any rate, his foes as well as his friends are perfectly
ready for a show down. He did not want to run for m-v' >• hot was jnt„
the fight. He does want to run for governor, lias said that he is willing, and
there is nothing to prevent.
THE GAME OF POLITICS IN NEW JERSEY.
Two senatorial fights near New York are in-
i teresting. In New Jersey George Record has chal-
i longed Dryden to a joint debate which Dryden re-
| fuses. Dryden is no orator; in fact has no intel-
j lectual gift beyond that of making money by arts
; most men would scorn. He is the head, though
j only the figurehead now behind which the Wards,
j McCarters and others work, of that sinister com-
I bination of the Prudential Insurance company,
I the Public Service Corporation and the trust com-
I panies of the state, which has kited and watered
! stocks so recklessly on money paid in at five and
I ten cents a week on “industrial” policies.
Record is a mere politician, they say, and
j there is no doubt of it; hilt he is clever and has
been the right hand man of Mayor Fagan, of Jer-
sey City, the quiet, modest little man who has
made such a splendid record, if not Record. Both are Republicans. Record is
; the popular candidate. Dryden is the candidate of the grafters, and they are
i nowhere more numerous than in New Jersey. Everett Colby, the young re-
former of Orange, is for Record. Maj. I>entz, whom Colby knocked off the po-
litical dock, but who emerged floating with the aid of a state tax commission-
ershlp life preserver, will hold sponge and towel for Dryden, along with other
j unquestioned talent. New Jersey is not fortunate in her senators. Dryden is
worse than Depew or Platt, of New York, because he is younger and more pow-
] erful. Kean is of better type personally, but he is an ordinary stock broker
statesman, who is by the necessity of his profession friendly to the railroad*
that rule the state.
WHAT’S A GOOD POTATO?
Of Poor Quality When the Starch Is
Not Dense—When Center Is
Watery. Poor Cooker.
Most people. I suppose, take it for
granted that the best potatoes are
the ones that contain the most starch.
On the contrary, it is the ones that
contain the most gluten, because
gluten is an albuminous food and
starch Is much cheaper than albu-
men.
First comes the skin of the potato.
In a new potato it is thin and clear;
while a corky skin indicates a mature
potato, and one more likely to be
mealy.
Second Is a thin layer varying from
one-eighth of an inch to one-half an
inch in thickness. This is the glu-
ten.
Third comes the largest part of the
potato—the starch. If this is very
dense the potato will be mealy, but if
non uniform the potato will be of poor
quality.
Fourth Is the very renter of the
tuber, which contains little starch and
a great deal of water. If this area
branches out Into the starch the po-
tato will not be a good cooker.—Gar-
den Magazine.
Spiced Meat.
Take any kind of cold roast meat,
cut It into exceedingly thin slices of
about an inch across, season well,
pour over it enough wine, gravy and
melted butter to moisten, place in but-
tered scallop shells, sprinkle bread-
crumbs thicklv on top and place In a
hot oven until well browned. Some
sliced mushrooms are a great Im-
provement. Cold rabbit, sweetbreads,
poultry, calfs brains, veal and differ-
ent kinds of fish are especially adapt-
ed for coquilles. Serve in the shells.
LITTLE RHODY'S SENATORS AND HER AUCTION.
—-If there is one state in the east, whose politics
is more rotten than New Jersey’s, that state is n-»t
New York by a long chalk but Rhode Island. Lit-
W \ tie Rhody is about to hold an auction of a senator-
^~ f'l y ship. These are the bidders:
M I Senator Wetmore is a cipher in Washington,
if n n/ Newport an amiable society man of great
^ I wealth. People say he is < old and arrogant, but
‘they are wrong. He is a good “mixer,” and can eat
I
Ol|A(y| !! game all the time. Tan
^ A1 sliV a
league, Aldrich, one of the keenest men in public
life.
__The man selected by the machine to down
Wetmore is Col. S. P. Colt, of old Bristol, mem-
ber of a famous colonial family, a suave, smiling man whose friends call him
“Sam,” of fair ability only and vast wealth, most of which has come in recent
years by trust operations of the sort that muck-rakers object to. The colonel
is a good mixer, but it would be stupid to call him a statesman; so the college
element and the church men who are trying to reform the little state have sug-
gested as a reform-Republican and Democratic candidate one Col. Goddard, an
old aristocrat of great wealth, spotless record, pride of ancestry and dignity of
conduct; by far the best man of the three in many respects but green in politics?
and not so popular with poor men as ex-Gov. Garvin, the only Democrat in re-
cent years who has carried the state, would have been. With three such bar-
rels open in a state so small as Rhode Island there should be something doing.
THE DARING YOUNG MEN OF THE DAY.
You would think that the auto would nearly
kill yachting, yet never before were fleets bigger
or more beautiful assembled in the first weeks of
the season. And this is no riddle at all. It is al-
most impossible to exaggerate the extent to which
New York is becoming a city of senseless extrav-
agance. The possession of $10,000 worth of auto-
I mobile does not excuse even’ a young man of
society from the possession also of a yacht or at
; least a motor-boat capable of immense speed. The
same young fellow may be one week knocking
j out a fellow player’s eye at polo; the next week
running his auto a few hundred miles at 50 miles
j an hour through the most chickeny and doggy
i roads he can select, with consequent slaughter,
and the next holding the wheel of a “seventy” in
a driving yacht rate that makes any man aloft a
bad risk for insurance. In fact, the seventies am the “sportiest proposition
in America to-day. A sloop 7u feet on the water line but of modern mo k-| -,v j
I immense overhangs fore and aft carries more cut s th in an early Ante-
| cup racer did on »') feet of water line. It is on.- r.m i.q r;\-itiiz. too ai! • >
seventies are alike in mould an 1 trim and spars. It is only a question of s
luck and “carrying on" sail. And nobody wY> comes into the game after h ,
a lifetime at a desk would dream of taking the iham-os that the ha'f <’
young men brought up in the idleness , f great w take "without a ih tu-
ff
Useful and Ornamental.
A colored clergyman In Georgia was
performing the service of baptism re-
cently when he paused in the midst of
the service to inquire the name of the
infant. With a pleased smile the proud
mother replied:
"We Is goin' to call de chile Shady*
"Shady!" repeated the minister. "Oh\
I see. It's a boy, and his name is to
be Shadrach.”
“No, sah, it ain't no boy. It's a
girl."
"Why give such a name to a girl?"
"It s dls way, sah. Our name's Bow-
er. an' mah husband thought it would
be a fine thing to call her Shady.
'Shady Bower' sounds kinder pretty,"
—Success Magazine.
Puree of Chicken.
Although the caption says “chlck-
zn," a fowl is Just as well, since it is
to be cut into pieces and boiled with
an onion, a carrot, and a clove till ten-
der, so tender, indeed, that the meat
slips from the bones. Pound this meat
then till very fine, and with the water
in which It was boiled press through a
sieve. Heat up and add a pint of cream,
salt, pepper and a dash of nutmeg.
Thicken with the yolks of four eggs
beaten in a little cream.
MORGAN'S MUSEUM AND PUBLIC INTEREST
The papers have t ar
Rubber Plants.
Sponge off the leaves of a rubber
plant with milk; it makes them glossy
and bright. A good tonic for the rub-
ber plant is to dig a circle around Its
roots and put in a tablespoonful of cas
, tor oil once a month.
- Xl,000.
Mrs. “Jack” Gardner, of Boston, thought
K.er house to public admissh n as a museum;
IN ALT.
nk-’.ed the completi
J. P Morgan’s private art museum, of win h I
a pre.imiaarv account w,u-n it was bejun tw
ago. It stands cn Thir:y-bix:h street behind
Morgan’s own house on .Madiscn n venue. an
yond it is the resiJen e of Mrs. Satterlee.
daughter.
The matter is c f pul ’ic importance because
the statements and ct;unier statements that 1
Morgan has bought the i m wt priceless coKeetk
of the late Rudolph K *nn. in L nn. for the
lie museum where all may see them. In any o\,
it is exr e ted that most of Mr. Morgan’s art tre
ures will become public property at his death,
is already the ' hi- f benefuct- r of the Metro;v>!!t;
not e\en excepting the Rogers bequest of son.e i
hi-
V
/
made In her presence to public interest
our Italian immigrants.
o evade the art tariff by opening
; utter trying it for a time she sh"t
; -ril* -ntiy when allusion
art. It exists nevertheless—anions
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