OCR Interpretation


The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, September 09, 1898, Image 6

Image and text provided by Kansas State Historical Society; Topeka, KS

Persistent link: https://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/lccn/sn84029671/1898-09-09/ed-1/seq-6/

What is OCR?


Thumbnail for

17 "An communications for Oils paper should
be accompanied by the name of the author, net
neccesarily for publication but a an evidence
ef good faith on the part of the writer. Write
only on one side of the paper. Be particularly
careful In giving names and dates to hare the
letters and figures plain and d Ictlnct.
THE TEMPLE IN THE TWILIGHT.
The lyric of the timid thrush
That fills the star-gemmed are
iA hymn is. after which the hush
Of dusk, and then the dark.
The fragrant garden blossoms bright.
That waver to and fro.
Are censers from which, through the
night.
The winds sweet Incense blow.
The moon, the sister of the sun.
Who lifts a face so pale
In worship, Is a patient nun.
Half hidden in her veil.
And I a wanderer am I.
Who, turning from my way.
Have entered in this Temple by
The bright door of the day.
Alone and free of every care,
I linger here, and long
My lips move in sweet words of prayer
After the evening song.
-Frederic F. Sherman, In N. T. Independ
ent. A CLEW BY WIRE
Or, An Interrupted Current.
BY HOWARD M. YOST.
Copyright. 1896, by J. B. Llpplncott Co.
CHAPTER XVI. Continued.
Now I certainly had received no mes
sage from Florence. If one had been
sent me it must have been either dur
ing my first visit to the cellar or during
my trip to Sidington, and therefore I
had missed it.
"Yes, I have heard that they have met
again. Much good may it do them!"
Jackson responded with a sneer. Then
he went on: "And since you found my
hiding-place, perhaps you'll tell me
what you expect to gain by coming to
it? Have you arrived at your right
senses again?"
"I have," came the answer.
"Oh, then you agree to give your
daughter to me. I thought you would
come to time."
"No, a thousand times no! I have
come to have an accounting from you."
"Accounting? From me? For what,
I wonder?" Jackson asked, with inso
lence. "Xou have broken our solemn agree
ment. You have removed' not only your
share of what remains, but also mine.
Restore it, and 3 0U will not be injured,
although we can never again resume
our compact. Refuse to do so. and I
will crush you."
"Oh, ho, you will, will you? How?"
asked Jackson, in derisive tones.
"By denouncing you," Mr. Morley re-
puea, sterniy.
"Now, that is useless and foolish talk.
Let us reason, as between two business
men," said Jackson, assuming a confi
dential style. "I want to marry your
daughter. At first you kept promising
me that I should do so. All through the
five years of patient waiting for an op
portunity to tap the vault, you kept me
to the job by that promise. Lately you
refuse to fulfill your promise, and yet
you now talk to me of breaking our
agreement. Give me your daughter.
You know she would be influenced by
your wish."
"It cannot be."
'And why not? I know she doesn't
like me, but I love her and want her
more than anything on earth. She'll
do as you tell her; you know that.
Come, I'll give up not only your share
of what remains. but all my own. I am
rich now, and don't need it."
"And who made you rich?"
"Oh, you did. I don't deny it ; and you
have my thanks," replied Jackson, in
mocking tones. "That last deal in
which we were on opposite sides hap
pened to turn my way, and I got the
pile you-dropped. That's my luck. I
can give- her as luxurious a home as
she has had. Come, old man, be rea
sonable." "Never. You cannot have her. She
despises you, and her likes and dis
likes have more weight with me than
anything you could offer. Thank God,
she will marry a better man than either
you or me."
"Oh, she will! Not while I live. No,
she shall marry no one if not me, Jack
son exclaimed, in rage.
"Arid you thought that removing the
stolen bonds to some secret hiding place
of your own and thereby depriving me
of my share would compel me to ac
cede to your -demand for my daugh
ter's hand?" asked Mr. Morley. in great
scorn.
"Partly that. There was another rea
son, too. I had an idea that some one
was on our track, and it was my pur
pose to throw proof on the one who was
universally considered the guilty party
in case it became too hot for us."
"Too hot for you," quietly interposed
Mr. Morley.
"No, for us. Do you suppose I have
been such a fool as to place myself so
completely in your power that my safe
ty should depend on your whim? Not
much! If I am found out. be sure you
go down with mc. in spite of your high
standing and incorruptible honor."
Jackson hissed out these words with
venom.
"This conversation is fruitless. We
will change it," remarked Mr. Morley,
2
in tones wherein great effort at self
control was evident. "Now, restore my
portion of the bonds, and you have my
word that I will not molest you. Re
fuse, and ni grind you down in the
dirt, where yon belong."
"Bluff! all bluff!" exclaimed .Jack
son, with a derisive laugh. "There was
a time when I was afraid of y ou( but not
now, not now. You've been so very kind
as to tell what you'll do; now let me
have my say. You'll give me your
daughter, or I will denounce you. You
know I can do it. . I hold absolute proofs
which will astonish the world, you bet.
Don't answer just yet. Think over
what I am saying. I know well I must
fall when you do. My showing you tip
necessarily includes that. But you
are such a senseless old fool in re
fusing me your daughter that it would
be a pleasure to show you up. Besides,
I do love Florence, and if I can't have
her I don't care what happens to me."
There must have been something in
Mr. Morley after this speech which dis
turbed Jackson, for he gave vent to a
nervous laugh and backed away, so that
I could not see him.
"Now, don't act like a fool, old man,
and do anything "
Before Jackson could finish a pistol
shot rang out.
This was immediately followed by
two other reports. Mr. Morley had evi
dently missed the first time, and his
second shot sounded simultaneously
with Jackson's return fire.
Then Mr. Morley staggered before the
passageway. His arms were upraised,
and the hands worked convulsively.
He made a great effort to speak, but
no sound came from his lips, except a
deep groan as he fell forward) full
length. And there he lay, motionless,
his face resting on the hard floor.
In a moment Jackson was bending
over him. The look of horror, of fear,
of dread in his face as he arose from
beside the prostrate body toldi a tale of
murder.
With nervous haste he picked up the
papers which had fallen from his hand,
and, throwing a hasty glance around,
seized the lantern and entered the pas
sageway, intent on instant flight.
Too horrified to think what course to
pursue, I backed away from the door
and took a position near the stairs.
Jackson entered the cook-house cel
lar, and, placing the lantern upon the
floor, closed the door. Then he turned
and peered about. The start he gave
and the alarm on his face told me I
was discovered. He had his pistol still,.
in his hand, and started to raise his arm.
"No, no," I cried; "keep that hand
down ! " He saw I had him covered wi th
my revolver, and he obeyed my com
mand for the moment. But I knew that
he was a desperate man and would not
hesitate to throw his life away in the
endeavor to escape. Therefore I hastily
followed up the advantage.
'You'll throw that pistol to me," I
continued. "Instantly, vou damned
villain, you murderer, or, as sure as
Heaven "
But my words were interrupted. He
hod backed up against the door, his
eyes staring fixedly at me. There was
a movement of his arm, and I was about
to pull the trigger to forestall his pur
pose of firing at me, when a report
sounded out from behind him, as he
leaned against the wall and door, and
with a loud cry he sprang forward,
came down all in a heap, rolled over on
his back, and lay there, dead dead, and
by his own murderous device for guard
ing his hiding place.
Hurried footsteps were crossing the
room above, and I hastily took up a new
position of defense.
"Stop!" I yelled, as the feet began to
descend. "The stairs are covered by my
pistol."
There was a pause, and a hurried con
sultation upon the landing.
"Is that you down there, Mr. Con
way?" inquired a voice which I recog
nized. "Yes, it is; and, as I do not know
whether you are an enemy or a friend,
Mr. Son n tag, I guess I won't run any
risk. You'd better stay up. You have
me in your power, penned up here in
this hole; but if I've got to die some
one else goes with me."
Again there was a hurried conversa
tion in low tones between Sonntag and
some other party, who I surmised was
Skinner.
"Perhaps you will not object to my
approach. Nelson," a voice called out
as a second pair of legs came down.
"We are all friends, true friends," it
continued.
There was something so familiar in
the sound of the voice that I htsitated
in again uttering a remonstrance.
"We are all friends," the man said
again, as his head reached below the
level of the floor. Dim though the light
was upon the stairs, I recognized him
immediately, and with a loud call
sprang toward him.
"Mr. Perry! Oh, thank God, you
have come!" I stepped unthinkingly
on the plank at the bottom, and he
came down to me and grasped my hand.
"Don't mind that. It cannot hurt
you," I remarked, as the warning voice
again sounded out, just as though its
services were longer needed.
"I know it cannot," Mr. Perry re
marked, with a smile. Here Sonntag
and another man brushed by us, and
went to Jackson's prostrate body.
"Will you look here, sir?" Sonntag
called, motioning for Mr. Perry to ap
proach. "My God! It is Jackson! How terri
ble! Is he dead? Who did it?" asked
Mr. Perry, glancing up at me. "Were
you compelled to shoot him. Nelson?"
"No, I am thankful that no man's
blood is on my hands. Although I
came very near shooting him."
Then I explained how Jackson had
been killed. I told nothing about Mr.
Morley's connection with the affair.
They listened intently, and then Sonn
tag, carrying a jimmy, went to the door.
"Will you two stand to one side?"
Sonntag called out. "That shooting ap
paratus might go off again in getting
the door open.
The bundle of papers . which had
fallen from the .dead man's grasp was
picked up by Sonntags companion and
handed by him to-Mr. Perry. Then the
man turned to me, and, bestowing a
smile upon me at the astonishment he
evidently saw depicted on my face, went
to Sonntag' s assistance.
No wonder I was amazed. For the
man was he who had played such a
treacherous game upon Florence, had
tried to shoot me, and had escaped my
wrath a few minutes before Skinner,
the station agent at Sidington.
"Ah, here is some of it, Nelson some
of the stolen bonds!" Mr. Perry ex
claimed, in excitement. "Perhaps we
may recover all of .them. I don't sup
pose there is any hope of getting back
the money," he continued, with a sigh.
"Oh, well, the bonds stolen amounted to
$500,000. If we get them back, it will
be something."
Then he hurriedly stepped over near
the door to watch Sonntag and Skin
ner, leaving me to my thoughts.
Poor Florence! My heart was rent
when I pictured her grief. And my
promise to Mr. Morley that she should
never hear anything against her fa
ther to cause a diminution of her love
and respect how was I to keep that
promise, when the father lay there in
yonder room, shot to death by his part
ner, his tool, his pupil in. crime?
Here another pistol-report sounded,
followed by an exclamation of satisfac
tion from Sonntag, for immediately the
door swung open.
"Now, then, Mr. Conway, you can
investigate this mystery," he said, com
ing toward me.
While Mr. Perry and Skinner were en
gaged in searching for the cause of the
voice and the pistol-shots, Sonntag
spoke in low, earnest tones:
'Where is the man who came down
after you?" he asked.
I pointed toward the inner apart
ment. "What, did Jackson lock him up
there? How did he succeed " Then he
Hi ye staring; fixedly at me.
paused, and, holding the lantern higher,
gazed thoughtfully in my face. "Dead,
too? You don't mean to tell me!"'
I nodded my head.
"Lord Almighty!" Sonntag ex
claimed, and then turned slowly from
me and joined the two at the door.
"Mr. Conway, come here," Mr. Perry
called to me. "See," he said, when I
came up, "here is the voice."
On one side of the door was a wooden
box, in which was a phonograph.
"You observe this wire," began Skin
ner. "It is attached to the instrument,
and runs down seemingly in the
ground. Now I'll go and step on the
plank and see if the wire is not moved
and the phonograph set a-going." He
did so, and a clock-work arrangement
was set in motion which communicated
with the instrument.
"Let us see what pulls the wire," said
Mr. Perry.
We went over to the plank, and saw
that Skinner had raised it so we could
look underneath. There was a steel
spring under one end, which was com
pressed when a weight was put upon
the plank. The compression operated a
lever which pulled the wire attached to
it. The wire ran through an iron pipe
under the stones toward the phono
graph, the other end being fastened to
the clock apparatus as we had already
seen.
An arrangement like that which oper
ates the phonograph was also used for
the revolver, which was fixed above it,
the muzzle pointing to the small hole
in the mortar between two stones. The
spring, however, which caused the ex
plosion of the pistol, was fastened on
the inner side of the door, and so ar
ranged that either a pressure on the
door or an adverse force compressed it.
My leaning the weight of my hand
"nst the door when 1 had stooped
down to peer into the hole had operated
the spring, as had Jackson's body when
he backed from me.
"Clever rascal, that Jackson, and a
patient one," remarked Sonntag.
"Then you know he robbed the
bank?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, we knew it, and have known
it for some time," Sonntag said, dryly.
"Then why was he not arrested?" I
continued.
"Well, we wanted to recover the prop
erty also.. He had it hidden around
his hunting-lodge somewhere, we were
quite sure, but he was too cunning fox
us, and we could not discover where
it was. Then yesterday you told me
of the walledup cellar, and I knew 1
had him." .
"From what you tell me now, and
w hat I have heretofore thought of your
peculiar ways, I suppose I am right in
surmising that you are a detective, I
said.
"Yes, I am a detective,' he quietly re
sponded. "And your name is not Sonntag?"
"No. Wilson is my name. It was
simply a stroke of chance that made
me your lawyer and agent for a short
time. It was necessary to be present
here, and the death of your former
agent came most opportunely."
"So then Jackson never suspected
you?"
"No. At least I believe not."
"And how did you come to suspect
J ackson ?" I asked, curiously.
"By looking up his record."
"Why, was he a regular criminal?"
"No. Not until he robbed the bank.
He used to be in the employ of a large
safe manufactory as an expert on locks.
"When-we found that out we were cer
tain he was the man in the bank who
could open the lock, when the time
piece was off, without knowing the
combination."
Did the detectives know of Mr. Mor
ley's connection with the affair? If
not, I could easily keep secret what I
knew.
"And you think Jackson was alone
in the affair?" I asked, with a view to
ascertaining how much Sonntag, or
Wilson, knew.
He cast upon me one of his whimsical
looks,, and after a pause replied: "At
first it seemed quite certain there was
some one sonnected with Jackson in the
affair. But now I find there was not."
Here Skinner, who had been listening
to our conversation, glanced quickly up
at Wilson, and I saw some signal
flashed between the two.
"And what may your name be? Are
you a detective, too?" I asked of Skin
ner. "Yes," he replied, simply, "I am a
detective and Skinner is my name."
"Why did you try to shoot me?"
"I didn't. I fired in the air. Still,
I did want you to think I did. It was
for two purposes: One, to frighten you
away until this affair was settled; an
other, to make you really down on me.
You see, Jackson at last seemed to
suspect me, and I thought if 1 could
show him you were terribly down on
me it would put me all the closer in
his confidence."
"Oh, you succeeded in making him
believe you were his friend?" I re
marked. "Worked the pal racket on
him, eh?"
"As much as I could.'
"Then you really were not treacher
ous to your contract with Miss Mor-1
ley?"
"Good God, no. Who could play falst
to her?" Skinner exclaimed, in such
convincing tones that I was satisfied.
Here Mr. Perry broke in. "Your
name will come out resplendent. Nel
son, when the whole truth is known,
and we will take care that it be known
that you allowed yourself to be made
a martyr of, by enduring the suspicion
for the sake of aiding the search for
the real robbers. Now then, come, gen
tlemen. Let us go into the other place."
TO BE CONTINUED.!
Byron a Hero of Greece.
Wrtihi all the faults and foibles of
Byron Greece had nothing to do; she
kinew nothing of them; to her he was
only "the great and noble." Crossing
the Gulf of Salamis one day in a boat
with a rough mountain t captain and
hita men, I pulled out a volume of Byron
and was reading. The wind blowing
open the leaves, the captain caught a
glimpse of the -portrait amd recognized
it. He begged to take the book, and
-looking for a moment with melancholy
at the face of the noble lord, h kissed
it and passed it to his men, who' did
the same, saying: "Eeton. megalos kal
kalos" (he was great and noble). F.B.
Sanborn, in Scribner's.
Surprised.
Throggins, a notoriously lazy man,
met his friend Hoppendyke on the
street.
"Glad to see you, old fellow," said
Hoppendyke. "but you are looking
thin."
"Yes." replied Tbroggins. "It is the
result of overwork."
"Of overwork!" echoed the aston
ished Hoppendyke. "Whose?" Youth's
Companion-.
The Next. Step.
Hojack They have a telescope at
Chicago which rings the moon within
200 miles.
Tomkid I suppose that the next step
will be to annex the planet. Town
Topics.
Nothing surprises women more than
to see a man's children, treat his sec
ond wife well-
HEROES OP WAR.
From the Chicago Times-Herald.
The feeling of admiration for heroes oJ
war seems to be innate m the hmnan heart,
and ia brought to the surface a the opportu
nity and object present itself. . .
. Among those who proved tjJ-mgJ
during our utu wax was
of 161 Sedg
wick Street,
Chicago. He
isanAustrian
by birth,
came to
America at
the age of
twenty, and
became an
American
citizen. He
was living at
Milwaukee
when the call
for volun
teers came
an d he rectivtd a uound.
romptly enlisted in Company A, of the
wenty-sixth Wisconsin Volunteers. In
the Army of the Potomac he saw much fight
ing, campaigning ra the Shenandoah Valley.
In the first day's fighting at the battle of
Gettysburg, Schiifeneder received a wound
in the right side, which afterward, caused
him much trouble. With a portion of hie
regiment he was captured and imprisoned
at Bell Island and Andersonville, and after
ward exchanged. He returned to his regi
ment, which was transferred to the army of
General Sherman, and marched with him
through Georgia to the sea.
In this campaign Mr. Schiffeneder a old
wound began to Uouble him and he was
sent to the hospital and then home. He
had also contracted catarrh of the stomach
and found no relief for years.
"I happened to read an account of Dr.
Williamsr Pink Pills for Pale People about
. " ha em'd "and thought that
they might be good for my trouble. I con
cluded to try them. I bought one box and
began to take them according to directions.
ney gave me great icn. f
tkof Vkr T hmirht nnthpr. ana when I had
taken the pills I felt that I was cured. I
recovered my appetite ana aie neartuy.
can testify to the good the pills did me. '
Mr. Schiffenedev is a prominent Grand
Army man in Chicago, whither he moved
some years ago with his family.
. A
As to Riches.
The woman that married a poor man be-
alia Intra1 Vl ia trafV ,nf frt 1X711 Fl t" Vl T
cause auc iwvcu to w J " w
daughter to marry a rich man whether she
loves mm or noi. noioury vtbzcilc.
Successful Treatment for Asthma.
Dr. P. Harold Hayes, of Buffalo, N. Y.,
sends his book on "Asthma and Hay-Fever
Cured to Stay Cured" free and postpaid to
any sufferer who applies for it. Dr. Hayes
has now treated upwards of forty thousand
oases, and quotes many cases of former suf
ferers who nave stayed cured for from live
to twenty years. Names and addresses of
these are given, so that any inquirer can
investigate fully and be convinced of the
reliability of the statements made. Dr.
Hayes says that any case of spasmodic or
bronchial Asthma not complicated with or
ganic disease of heart, lungs or kidneys can
be radically cured. v
The Maidservant "Professor, madam
has just returned from her journey." Pro
fessor "Remind me by and by to give her
kiss." Tit-Bits.
J. M. DeLacy writes: "I can assure you
that in no single instance has Dr. MoffetVt
Teeth ix a. Teething Powders) proved a fail
ure. We have tried soothing remedies and
everything known to us and the 'old women
and Teethina is preeminently a success and
blessing to mothers and children."
A Gentle Hint. He "It's reported that
we're engaged." She "Well, I'm not to
blame for the fact that it is only a report."
Brooklyn Life.
Dropsy treated free by Dr. H. H. Green's
Sons, of Atlanta, Ga. The greatest dropsy
specialists in the world. Read their adver
tisement in another column of this paper.
Some men are like race-horses; their only
ambition seems to be a desire to lower their
records. Philadelphia Record.
To Care a Cold In One Day
Take Laxative Bromo Quinine Tablets.. All
druggists refund money if it-fails to cure. 25c.
If you loaf around a store or office a great
deal, remember that you are not welcome.
Atchison Globe.
I believe Piso's Cure for Consumption
saved my boy's life last summer. Mrs. Allie
Douglass, LeKoy, Mich., Oct. 20, '94.
To please a man find out what he wants
what he needs is of minor importance.
Ram's Horn.
A Dose in Time Saves Nine of Hale's
Honey of Horehound and Tar for Coughs.
Pike's Toothache Drops Cure in one mnute.
Lots of men don't know enough to stop
boring when they strike oil. Chicago Daily
News.
Hall's Catarrh Care
Is a Constitutional Cure. Price 75c.
A horse with a docked tail must feel like
a neigh-bob. L. A. W. Bulletin.
WHAT WOMEN SAY
Of Or, Hartman'a Free Advice and
Remedies.
' Dr. Hartman is constantly receiving
letters from grateful women who have
received th honofit- nf Uim .J..:--
and are entirely well once more, after
j ears 01 sunenng. xne
following are brief ex
tracts from two such
letters: Mrs. F. K. F.
Gille, Box 19, Nava
eota, Tex., writes: "I
think it is time to let
you know what, your
treatment has done for
me. I am rid of that
terrible trouble I had
when I wrote to you.
vm, t . 1 j r
over I could not straighten up without the
most severe pain. I am well of that and
much better in other ways." Mrs. Phoebe
C. Ca.tr, Orifino, Idaho, writes: "I am glad
to tell you that I am entirely well lam
stouter than I hae been for years and weigh
more than I ever did in my life, I want to
tell you that tt was your advice and medicine
that cured me. I think it is the greatest
medicine in the world. I will never be with
out Pe-ru-na. Everybody.ight to keep Pe-ru-na
in the house. - -
Dr. Hartman's latest book of advice to
women will be sent free to any address by
The Pe-ru-na Druor Unnr.,,.... 1 J
Columbus, Ohio. " v

xml | txt