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The Morningstar Murder By Joella Johnson whispered to him. With one mighty hears of their strong shoulders the door crashed In. The three men lumped hack as the officers rushed la the room. The Austrian and the drug gist hacked against, the vail. The other man glanced wildly about and tugged at a heavy revolver In his pock- 1ONRAD MORNINGSTAR, expert had heen done and the murderers Tan- manufacturer of enamelled Ished into thin air. pierced the old mans' brain. Then (nil man leaned In the window and squeezed the liquid from the sponge is a bottle he carried and got away. Thai la why there were no tracks Inside of finger marks. The sharp point of the wire scratched the face as be Jerked it away. This guy is wanted In Ao- A second trip to the buyer, put Mc- the door of the bouse and then evt- one time he crept down the stairs and et, but the policemen were too Quick BtrJa tor fc leather was found dead in his " McNabb retired to his home to think House Handling tfle foreign-maae Dags. little workshop. His only son found the matter over. He noticed a leather The buyer there confirmed the de- hlm lying across a pile of half-finished handbag belonging to his daughter partment store man's statements about tildes. In his hand, clutched tightly, lying on the dining-room table. It the constant trouble with the Imported was the soft snonRe used in giving the was a peculiar glossy black leather, goods. He said he expected the Au- jflnal gloss to the leather which made hut beginning to wear at the seams to etrian manufacturer to he in America away with the foreigner. McNatab's the product in such demand for fancy a dull yellow where the enamel had in the near future. McNabb went out fab- followed. A dozen blocks to the leather goods. Folico investigation cracked.. Borrowing the bag he went on routine city work and awaited de- further East Side, they weaved Showed the safe had not heen tamp- to the department store where she had velopments. The buyer of the import- through the traffic. red with and nothing was nilssine purchased the article. The buyer said lng house agreed tp let him know The cab drew up hefore a four-story the drng store. By peering through "Outrageous, robbery," : said the window the detective saw him talk- shrill voice of the Austrian manufac Ing to a short, red-haired man, also of turer In German, translated the cab the foreign type. The druggist got his coat and hat and came out driving man whispering in McNabb's ear. "You cheat me. For that little bottle you ask thousands of marks and It cost you nothing." the him hurling backwards- and before he could arise the cuffs snapped on his wrists. The cab driver covered the Austrian and the druggist, both of whom were talking rapidly and excit edly. Holding the men at bay, Mc Nabb sent the cab driver to get help I got it didn't I, for you, and now from the officers on the beat you pay me not!" growled the other. "Did he confess?" asked chief Mul "Is it the goods right?" asked the 11ns when McNabb returned from the from the workroom. The only marl? that particular brand of b&SS vere lm" when the Austrian arrived. The detee- tenement house and the man entered. Austrian evidently of the little drug- leather shop with the prisoner the fol . .j - w . 1 t r3 1 1. t 1 1 1 7 H . X- V. 1 I I it.. . J : lt-nrf.. .Iaw Of violence on the body was a thin ported to compete with the Morning- uve was in me ouier omces wora no onemiy mciNUDQ crept m me uingy Stream of blood dried under the left star leather goods, which were con- called on the importing firm. TV Hen he fcallway anji heard them going up the creaking stairs. He heard a door open we. A slight scratch across tho trolled by a New York Jobbing house left his hotel that evening McNabb was cheekbone might have produced the and held for high prices owing to the Fhadowing him at every step. He took blood stream. Questioned by the offl- superior quality. The buyer stated the a hotel cab, McNabb following with a cers Conrad, Junior, could not recall foreign-made goods were inferior to cab driver he often used for such any enemies of his father or give a the Mornlngstar leather goods and trips. Reaching a house on the east motive for the murder. The examin- they had continual trouble and com- side of the city the cab stopped. The lng physicians declared the man had plaints about the foreign-made ones. driver of the police car Btopped a hun- been In perfect health when death McNabb learned from young Morn- dred yards behind and extinguished tame suddenly. Nevin McNabb, city lnptar that his father obtained the his lights. Next to the house was a detective, was assigned to the case, secret of the glossy enamel from his drug store of the old style pharmacy there was not tho slightest clue in grandfather and the process would now order. McNabb noted the German ray of foot prints, finger prints or be lost, as his father had not given name over the door. Slipping up and shut on the floor above. Tiptoeing up the stairs he saw a beam of shroud ed light coming over a transom of a room door, He could see that either papers or cloth had been draped over the glass of the transom to keep any one , from looking In. As he leaned near the door the voices Inside were plain enough, but the conversation was all in German and he could not un derstand a word. ' Remembering the gist "It is rjght I analyze it good," said the druggist "Gold I pay, sure. But how I know you not tell others bow it made is, yes?" the Austrian asked fearfully. "I stay here no more. You think I kill a man for gold and stay where po lice find me. I go back to Vienna and talk nothing," the man hissed this as if in fear. "I go to Germany soon 1 sell my drug store," said the druggist Gold clinked on the board table. lowing day, "He sure did. Chief," smiled the de tective. ''It was this way. I had Con rad, Jr., dress up in his father's work ciotnes and disguise himself with a the power of this drnggst who helped him get away from the old country. The manufacturer is a cousin of tin druggist so there you are. To know the Mornlngstar secret meant millions for the Austrian concern and they stopped at nothing to get hold of It Tfte mdftufactarer did not think mur der would be necessary and he had no part In planning It so we will let him go back to Austria, but this prisoner and the druggist will go up the rirer to await an electric shock from all I can see now." Chief Mulllns sent Miss Mary Mc Nabb a dainty handbag made of Mom white beard like his daddy had and lnE8tar leather as a compliment to bei working at the bench. When we came In the prisoner took one look and then fell on the floor howling for mercy. He thought it was a ghost, I guess. Then he told how he did it He crept in the alleyway and shoved a long Btick with a needle pointed wire on the end through the open window. The keen daddy. Conrad, Junior, found the old formula in a note book and was abie to continue the work. ; "What would you like a brother ox Sister r any evidence of an intruder. Murder him the formula or the secret process, quietly he saw the Austrian first try cab driver was a German Tommy to father If it makes nc difference to you, dad, I'll have a bos student at Clutching the cab driver's arm McNabb sharp wire entered the left eye and of bricks! TRILLING like a bird, dancing over the soft turf, the half breed girl bubbled with the health of the open. The fires of her primitive ancestors responded to the glory of the western hills and thrilled with Joy of life as the perfect human animal, the long, black braids shining with gloss of the Indian. The pinkish gray complexion. The sparkling black eyes. Built like a gazelle, willowly, clean limbed and sturdy as the sway ing pines ' on the slope. Wanda stopped on tho Harmony Trail and looked wonderlngly at tho glittering automobile gliding along the smooth road. Not that cars wore a novelty to this child of the forest but the ga'yly Iressed tourists attracted her girlish admiration. She was on her way to icbool In the white building at the fork of the creek. As the big car came near a ftmlnlne voice called to the driver to stop. The speaker an elderly woman with white hair and the patri cian face of the world y rich had seen the trim little figure on the pathway. "Ob; look Myron, isn't she a pic ture?'1 A young man smoking a cigar Hie lolling back In tho heavy up holstery raised himself up and looked luizztcallf at the girl by the roadside. "Some kid, I'll say, mother," he murmured, taking in every detail of the superb figure of the Indian girl. Blushing under hs bold look Wanda turned to run back in the brush when the lady called to her. The soft voice made her pause. "Come here, dear, I want to talk to you." Shyly she walked to the side of the car. A white, gloved hand reached out to her. She put her little brown one in It ' The lady asked the girl a num ber of questions about the section tell ing her they wanted to camp for a while and that their baggage auto was following. Strolling about the camp grounds while the servants prepared the camp for the night Howard Farrlngton thought about the pretty half-breed girl of the morning. Standing at the edge of the clearing he saw her coming hack from school. He walked down to the Harmony Trail to Intercept her. For half a mile he walked towards her home with her. Wide-eyed, half fright ened, tho fawn-colored maiden listened in wonderment to his smooth, polished speech and blushed furiously when he paid her dainty compliments. Every morning he was waiting for her. In the afternoon she ran with fluttering heart to meet him In the shadow of the The Girl's Retribution By Claire Wesson cliff. Trembling in his embrace she any knowledge of the girl's misfortune ry a beautiful heiress and the wedding turned to him. The glorious eyes alight yielded to him. Trustingly she heard and through his lawyer demanded that was to be a social event unequalled in with ghostly gleam. Her robes of color how he would come back to her and she cease any further reference to brilliancy and lavish expenditure of brilliant with a silver sheen. One forever they would live in the hills, him. The next morning ranchers money. Florists and decorators spent fawn colored arm raised and pointed With his passionate kisses burning on found the dead body of the beautiful days in preparing for the nuptials. at him, then to the babe at her breast her red lips she watched the big car half-breed girl with a crushed baby As the glittering array of gowns Cringing in terror Howard backed Into roll away , to the north. From early at the foot of Lovers' Leap In Rumble slowly came down the church aisle the arms of his best man, covering his dawn until the glittering stars sparkled Canyon. with the organ and hired orchestra face with his hands, in the opal skies Wanda sat by the First Lester Merwin declared he saw pealing forth a triumphant wedding "Take it away! Take It away!" he trail watching, waiting for her lover the Indian girl with her baby sitting march the vast assemblage of society's shouted. The wedding party looked at to return. Wild with grief, bellowing on a rock by the trail. He called to elite arose as the bride leaning on the each other in amazement The bride with rage, Sam Hawkins, Wanda's fa- her and she vanished. Rugby Som- arm of her father walked to the altar to be fainted in her father's arms, ther and squaw man, with his Piute mers saw her one morning sitting by rail. Accompanied by his best man Shrieking, clawing to get away How wife went to the Indian agent on the the roadside and straining her eyes up Howard Farrington proceeded from ard tore through the crowd and ran reservation. They demanded that he the roadway. .He passed near by and the vestry door to meet his bride to be. down the aisle. Softly like the melt find the handsome stranger who had spoke to her in the Piute tongue. She The solemn words of the vested priest lng of twilight the figure at the rail ruined .his daughter. This official melted into vapor and disappeared, intoned throughout the church. faded and was gone. The wedding smiled and wrote a letter to the ad- Many others saw the sweet-faced child any person knows why this man broke up in disorder. dress they gave him. In the Spring mother sitting " along the roadside and woman should not be joined In Days later trappers saw a wild-eyed. vvanda with the child at. her breast, watching for some one, only to sud- sat on the slope of Harmony Ridge denly disappear if approached watching the roadway for the glitter- spoken to. ing automobile. One day the agent Society papers came out with glar holy matrimony let them now speak disheveled young man with tattered or or forever hold their peace." clothes running along Harmony trail With a wild cry of fear Howard calling for Wanda. Up and down the reeled hack from the railing, for facing ridge he ran. At dusk Murphy O'Day arms. At the top of the ridge he saw the figure of an Indian girl with a baby standing before the flying man. With a terrified scream the man fell at the feet of the girl. Then she took him by the hand and they tolled np the steep incline of Lovers' Leap. O'Day followed, curious to know what the strange thing meant A moment the man caught the Indian girl in his arms and then they plunged over the rocky wall together. In the morning a party headed by O'Day found the body of Howard Farrlngton lying at the foot of the cliff. ft "She Is a 'first and third talker." "What ever Is that?" "Her conversation consists of 1 said,' and 'she said.' " sent for Sam and showed him a letter lng headlines. Howard Farrlngton, him with a babe in her arms stood the hunting timber wolves saw him racing in which Howard Farrlngton denied son pf the wealthy widow, was to mar-" shade of Wanda. Her soulful face up the slope crying and waving his "The new tenor singer In the choir used to be a locksmith." "No wonder he always hits the right key, then." Ar t 'r W V y h H H V WW YthyxW hWh WV Vr Ir y yi Going Through With It T was early morning. A crippled woman had the little one In her arms man was sitting before a huge Its face was hot and flushed, the tiny lire la an Immense kitchen. Plain- body twisting in agony. Quiet tears iy the kitchen was the living room of fell down the woman's face, but she the house. His wife, a young woman, hid them from the man. She knew wps preparing breakfast. She was his cup of sorrow was bitter enough, tall and slender, she stepped with' an Then how do they do It, these brave, glprtneis not seen In women lacking good mbthers? she smiled" and said ambition. The quietness of her move- she would go to town, fnent was merely an instinct not to jar "You can't go, Alfreda," 1 protested the ragged nerves of the sick man nor her husband. "Look at the dense fog. waken the baby lying In its little crib. No mortal soul could have gone But presently the baby threw out an through it yesterday and it Is no bet arm, then moaned. There was a short, ter today. It Is almost dark." 1 aulck wheeze which warned the worn- "Well, I am going. I have a little an across the kitchen that the baby medicine here that will keep her from was sick again, and terror crossed her choking and I think I can get to town, face, for she was miles from a doctor I'll move the crib here and leave ev- ind bad been unable to find the medl- erything within your reach. Oh " elne she brought home. then she suppressed the sob S3 the The man exclaimed "Oh, my!" then baby gasped and fell back Into her craned his neck to get a better view arms. of the child. He tossed his head like The horse was a new one, had not an Infuriated beast, for he could not been over the road but a few times Hove a step toward the baby. But the when Garry had his terrible fall in By Margaret Taylor ' S It-1 i i ir-T 11 the woods and was almost killed. He got well, all but the badly injured log and It did not - mend. The woman thought of the man, then the horse and plunged into the gray sea, more like, a wilderness of vapor than any thing else. Her heart wag beating wijdly, but after a while she felt she was safe on the road. It matters not Just how she went or where she went or how she got there, for it was in her day's travel. From time to time her youthful mother Hps prayed for the sick baby. What pray ers they must be, so devotional, so sure of beautiful faith in one to care when mother can't Then when she felt the assurance of her natural Pro tector in that wilderness, her horse stopped. She urged It forward, but It did not move. "I am off the road, I know," she wailed." This is horse sense." She got out and went ahead. True, she had driven into a fence corner, and did not know what corner it was. She re traced her steps aa. far as possible,, feeling for a road and presently came to It She stood like a blind person, trying to pierpe the darkness with un seeing eyes. Not even the glint or out line qf the sun was visible. She did not know which direction to take. It might lead back home. Then feeling the road again, she . was indeed dis mayed, for she was on a dirt road and the' one she should have taken- was macadamized. "I must be in the lane," she moaned. Then after another long search she found her horse and buggy. She pat ted the horse and said: have to" leave It to you to get me to town or back home. Go on!" - ' "' Again the horse stopped and again she got out to find the road. , This time her hand touched grass. She must be In a pasture Held! Row on earth she got' in there she did not know. She now knew, the horse was as blind as herself and all the instinct which horses are credited with having in the dark was- not highly developed in the blinded animal she was driving She now knew she could not get to town and It was foolish to think she could. She got Into the buggy and drove on. How far she went or where he went, she did not know. If any thing the day was darker and a driz zling rain .fell. Presently a voice sounded right by the buggy. "Can you tell me where I am?" It exclaimed. She laughed slightly. "Can you tell me where I am?" I have been lost for hours. I am after the doctor. My ba by is sick?" "Well, I am no doctor and my ma chine Is oyer an embankment close by here and you'll be over It, too, unless you walk as I am doing. Let your horse ' go if you don't want to be killed, and maybe we can find a way out" For a second she mistrusted the voice; but after a while she got out They wandered aimlessly aroud and after walking in all directions, as she thought, she laughed hysterically." I am not far from home. I am not far away. Here is our old tractor fast ened on a muddy hillside. It is direct ed north. Here, take my hand. Go straight ahead. You will have to take my hand or we will get separated. We have to go straight ahead, then get over a fence, cross another field and my home Is almost opposite. We can't steer far wrong if we keep straight aheatl." But they did go wrong. They came out in the tiny orchard. She knew how to gain the right direction by following a lath fence which led to the bouse. Cautiously she went ahead, then like a beacon, she saw a dull yellow blot the light from her kitchen window. She almost fell Into the room, dragging the man after her. Seemingly It had been a fruitless journey, but to her amazement the baby was better. She did not know why it was better. She felt that only prayer bad done It She turned to look at the man whose band she was still holding. Ha was no millionaire, -doctor, child's specialist, or anything out of th ordinary as might be hoped. He was Just an ordi nary man and by the time he reached safety he had arrived with an appe tite for a substantial meal. He got bis dinner, supper, and breakfast the next morning. Then he went after bis car. He might have taken the crippled man to town to see the doctor, but he did nothing of the kind. The baby laughed and played .which was payment enough, and when a neighbor bey brought home the bone and buggy, there raa' more rejoicing. ft A party was surveying on a fans when an old man came hurrying out of his bouse and asked: "What are you doln here?" "Surveying, was the reply of one of the engineers. "Surveying for what?. '.. "For a railroad." "Where's It goln'T" "Right through your barn, I gnaM," laughed the engineer. "Well, now mister, I reckon I've got somethln to say to that I want you to understand that I've got somethln' else to do besides mnnln' out to open and shut them barn doors every time train wants to go through." WILD-EYED and thoroughly frightened the man rushed in the Central Police Station. Be muttered a Jumbled story about seeing a ghost in the front yard of a bouse near his home. The cynical, loubtlng police officers made a note of the complaint and sent Reserve Officer Bernard O'Mallcy to Investigate. This policeman was not afraid of anything llring or dead. He wept with the ter riled citizen back to the neighborhood. The mas said while he wa3 returning homt from bis night shift at tho city pumping station the white sheeted flg ure had screamed at him from the front porch of the vacant house and he fan away from the scene fast as he rouid to the station. The officer, men tally dubbing the wholq story as pos sibly the result of drink, directed the (nan to go home and he would investi gate. The house was a two-story frame building that had been vacant for bout two years. It sat way back in a lump of maple trees. The front yard was weed-grown and the fence broken ind delapldated. O'Malley remem bered when he was on the beat he kesrd the family living there had jwed to another city. Tho doors and windows appeared to be locked tight ly. The officer walked around the house shooting bis flash light In the dark corners of the porch and out buildings. He tried the front door and started back a step as It swung open to his touch, He stepped In the dark hall. A rush of Icy air swept past him slamming the door shut and he heard the spring lock snap to place.. A blood-curdling scream echoed through the bleak house. With creakipg blnge3 a door opened to his right and a gaunt, ghostly figure swept put to wards him. One wild look and he saw the grinning skull and shrank in ter ror as the bony fingers clawed at his coat A white, phosphorescent glow followed the figure as it floated in the thjn air. O'Malley sank to the dutsy floor in a crpuching JjeaP- His legs refused to hold him as the sweat poured from eyery pore of his bi body. "Give me rest Give me rest." wailed the shrill voice of the rattling bony figure. Mechanically the policeman reached for his gun and fired at the ghost As the gun roared out, the pink flame piercing the blackness the trailing figure uttered a bowl of rage floated down the hall and disappeared Vl!"::'---;'i"r;f;:;IIIIWA' j Believe lb or Nut By Monte Darrell ..'.s".?Tnr.rN!? tUr7rn r v .- : ?TTTTP up the stairway. The bullet tore a big hole In the wall. O'Malley heaved to his feet and pulled at the front door It would not budge an inch. Frantic ally he jerked at the rusty lpck watch ing over his shoulder for the white ghost whom he could now hear walling in the upper rooms. Trembling in ev ery limb he shot through the panels of the door. The shots were heard by McCarthy on the beat whq ran to the "house and battered down the door to rescue his comrade. ' Professor Mitchell of the West Side University was greatly interested in the newspaper accounts of the police man's experience. lie asked the po lice deportment Jo allow him to stay in the house alone at night Hardly bad he' closed the front door when the ghosts flew at him with tne cry ( f "Rest, rest, give me rest" Undaunted by the weird cries of tho spectral apparition, the man of science spoke quietly. ''Rest, my spirit friend, you stall have. Tell me how." Floating through the door of the front room the white light went- o the fireplace and pointed its bony hand at the stone hearth. With a wail pf grief like a" perishing human the rat tling bones sank to the floor and dis appeared, leaying the professor fn darkness. ''Yery simple, men," said the profes sor the next day, directing. the work men as they dug up the stone over the hearth. "You will find something down there." As (he iron bars pried up the heavy Btone the lanterns showed lying fa the accumulated soot and ashes the dou bled up, decaying body of a man with a bullet hole in the forehead. It was plainly murder. Reverently with religious services the remains were burled at the County the grave and hissing of Indrawn Farm. breath. Quickly the professor snapped "Poor soul, It wanted decent burial, on the light again. His visitor was that's all," eaid the professqr to the gone. The writing on the table read, reporters. "People scoff at the ghost "I am at rest, I thank you. Give me Idea, but these spirits can not forget vengence. See James Roberts, Cleve- the home they had on earth and will land." As the professor held the pa- not pass until the old temple is laid per It slowly turned brown, crumpled at rest" up and fell like ashes to the floor, but The professor had turned down bis he understood. The next day be talked study light preparing for bed when he with Sergeant MacNell at the Central looked around quickly as the ball door Station. was slowly opening. The bent figure of an old man glided In. The profes- Stputly Roberts, who live la the house, denied his guilt or any knowl- sor was startled, as no one had rung the edge of the dead man's body. They bell and he was sure the ho'isehold were all in bed. - The old man glided up to the study table and sat down. took h'm to the deserted bouse and as the party entered the darkness of the front room a brilliant light illuminated "Believe It or not" said Sergeant MacNell, ''but we have the guy in the Jug who confessed ha killed the add gent." Professor Mitchell Just smiled In Us study. The Difference. The Williams family. Christen Sci entists, owned a number of goats. One Fall, some of them became so sickly that Mr. Williams was obliged to call a doctor to attend to them. "Why," said a neighbor to 6-year-old Willie, "I thought you people were Christian Scientists?" Noiselessly' he reached for pen and the hearth and there atood the old wrote. Professor Mitchell did not man, bis accusing finger pointed at speak, for he knew he was in the pres- Roberts and then the specter dlsap ence of the dead. There was the snap peared, With a gurgljqg cry, Roberts of metal as the electric light popped confessed he bad murdered the grand out A rustle of wind. The odor of father tc get his money. "Oh, we are!" be replied; goats are Baptists." "bat the "I say, Jackie, do you know that clock Is an hour fast?" "Yes ; but dont tell sis. She put It ahead, and she thinks you do at ew."