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The Man Who Disappeared
STtrantfe Experience* in the Life of a "Doctor, (Copyright, by W. CJ. Chupmun.) On a certain morning toward the end of September In the year 1897 I received the following letter: "Dear Sir: I have been aaked to call on you by a mutual friend. General Cornwallis, who accompanied my step daughter and myself on board the Os prey to New York, I hope to call to see you or send a representative about eleven o’clock today. The gen eral thinks that you can give me ad vice on a matter of importance. I am a Spanish lady. My home Is In Brazil, and I know nothing of New York or Its customs. I wish to take a house near New York and to settle down. This house must be isolated, and In the midst of large grounds, and must have extensive cellars or basements, as my wish is to furnish a laboratory In or der to carry on scientific research. The general said that as you were a scientist yourself you would under stand just what 1 wanted and be will ing to advise me. “Yours sincerely, "STELLA SCAIFFE.” The letter was dated from the Man ton hotel, and I smiled as 1 read It. It was so like old General Cornwallis to Imagine Just because a lady was In terested in scientific pursuits that I should at once become Interested In her to the degree of adopting the role of a real estate agent and spend valu able time chasing around in tne en deavor to find a house which would ■ult her. But it so happened that a cousin of mine, who was extremely 111 and under my care in a hospital, was hard pressed for money and wanted to rent an old-fashioned and somewhat gruesome mansion he owned which was situated In a lonely part of the Bronx. It occurred to me that this house might suit the general’s ac quaintance and that I could do both her and my cousin a good turn at the same time. • At eleven o’clock my servant hand ed me a card bearing the name, “Miss Muriel Scalffe,” and a few moments later a slight, falr-halred English girl entered the room. She Informed me that Bhe was Mrs. Scalffe’s step-daugh ter and that she had come to see me In reference to the house, which they were desirous of renting within a week. T The girl was pretty, and her smile was wistful and sweet, although with a tinge of melancholy In It. On the whole, she Impressed me favorably, and I informed her that, although such matters were hardly In my line, Jt so chanced that there was a house belonging to a relative of mine, called The Rosary, and situated In a somewhat isolated spot In the Bronx, which I Imagined would suit her step mother. I also told her that If she wished I would meet her there at three o'clock on the following day, when she could view the interior of the mansion for herself. To this she agreed, and at the appointed hour 1 presented myself at the gates of The Rosary. A carriage was waiting, and as I approached a tall lady with dark eyes stepped out of it. I saw at a glance that the young lady had not accompanied her, and when she in troduced herself ns Mrs. Scalffe we proceeded to view the house. The Rosary had been unlet and neg lected for a considerable time, and the grounds had a desolate and gloomy ap pearance. But the Spanish lady ap peared well pleased with the Interior as well as the exterior of the place, and particularly with the numerous cellars, one of which she pronounced exactly fitted for a laboratory. “My brother, Sonor Merello, joins us here next week,” she said. “He and 1 are scientists. Dr. Halifax, and I trust scientists of no mean order. We have come here for the purpose of conduct ing experiments, and this house is the one of all others for us." Everything went off without a hitch. The Rosary passed Into the hands of Mrs. Scalffe and those of her brother, Senor Merello, a tall, dark, handsome man. A week or two passed by. when one afternoon I was astonished to re ceive a visit from Muriel Scalffe. “I have come to see you on a matter of vital importance, Dr. Halifax." Bhe said. “I cannot linger, for even now I fear 1 am followed. You are a bosom friend of Oscar Digby. the fa mous discoverer and traveler, for he told me so. It was on that account I persuaded mother to come to you about the house." "Certainly I know Digby." I respond ed "Indeed. I may lay claim to being his greatest friend. Where is he, and what is he doing?” •‘He is on his way to New York,’’ she replied. “Even now he may have landed. He brings great news, and the moment he sets foot in this city he is in danger. He Is your friend, and it is your duty to save him.” “But what am 1 to save him from. Miss Scalffe? You are speaking wild ly. Don't make such ambiguous state ments. pray. You must be more ex plicit.” She trembled and dropped into a chair. “I am not brave enough to explain more fully,” she said. “I can only re peat that he Is In danger. Tell him to have nothing to do with us. If he mentions our names, pretend that you know nothing about us. I have grave reasons for what I say. When we took The Rosary I did not know that mat ters were so awful; Indeed, I wds aware then that Mr. Digby was re turning to New York. But last night I overheard something—l cannot say more. Only keep Oscar Digby away, and If possible do not betray me. Yet if there is no other way. tell him that I. Muriel Scalffe. said so.” She rose and stood regarding me piteously for an instant. “I must fly,” she said. "If this visit is discovered my life Is worth very little.” After she had gone I sat in amaze- By A. T. MEAD ment pondering over the strangeness of the occurrence. It seemed to me that the girl must be temporarily in sane, but nevertheless I was haunted and disturbed -by her mysterious cau tion. And when on the next day Dig by, whom I had not seen for years, called unexpectedly, 1 recalled Miss Scaiffe's visit with feelings of decided apprehension. Before Digby went away he and I had been very close friends, and I was delighted to see him again. His broad forehead, his keen blue eyes, his strong, muscular hands, all denoted strength of mind and body. "Well, Halifax,” he said, "I have a good deal to tell you. I have made an amazing discovery. Ido not know whether you are sufficiently conver sant with out-of-the-way places on the globe. But, anyhow, I want to In form you that there Is a wonderful re gion, little known, which lies on the watershed of the Essequlbo and Ama zon rivers. And there I have discov ered a spot close to Lake Arnacu that is simply laden with gold. The esti mates computed on my specimens and reports make It out to be the richest place in the world. The whole thing Is as yet a close secret, and I have come to New York to put It Into the hands of a big financier. A company must be formed with a capital of $20,- 000,000 to work It.” "Have you charts of the location?" I asked. "Yes, but those I would rather not disclose, even to you, old man. Just yet” "Well, Oscar," I said, "the man you require Is Horace Lancaster, the big gest financier In New York today. He is a good friend and patient of mine, and if you can satisfy hln\ with your charts and specimens he will undoubt edly float the company. Unfortunate ly, I happen to know that he Is at prosent in Paris, and won’t be back for a week. You are prepared to await his return?” "Yes, if you think it best," he re sponded. "Will you dine with me at my club tonight, and talk things over?” "With pleasure.” I responded. "By the way,” continued Digby, "some friends of mine, Brazilians, ought to be in New York now; a lady of the name of Scalffe, with her pretty little step-daughter, an English girl. I should like to Introduce you to them. I had a letter from Mrs. Scalffe as I was leaving Brazil, telling me that they were en route for Nev York and asking me to look them up in town. Her brother, Senor Merello, Is a most charming man." ;, If I were you," I said, gravely, "I would have nothing to do with those people. I happen to know there where abouts, and the little girl does not want you to call on them. Better take her advice, Digby; she looked good and true." He gazed at me In evident surprise, and seemed a trifle put out. "True." he repeated. "Of course she is true. I tell you. Halifax, I am quite fond of her. The mother —I mean the step mother —is a magnificent woman. I was staying at their Quinta last win ter. But I don't understand your warning. Has little Muriel lost her head?” "She is anxious and frightened. The whole thing seems absurd. But she certainly was in earnest when she begged me to keep you away from her step-mother, and I half promised to. respect her secret, and not reveal to you where they are at present." Digby did not seem pleased at this candid avowal, but he made no com ment, and took his departure. That evening we dined together, and went into the subject of his great discovery. He showed me his specimens and re ports and Interested me so much that I, too, began to long for Lancaster's speedy return. Three or four days passed and the financier was still de tained In Paris. One afternoon Digby rushed excitedly Into my room. "Well, Halifax,” he cried, “you can't fight against fate. The little girl has discovered herself. She came to see me at my hotel and declared that she Just couldn't keep away. I took her Into my arms and hugged her. We will have a wedding when the com pany Is floated, and this evening, old chap, I dine at The Rosary. You see, I know all about tLe secret retreat of the Scaiffes by this time. I dine there tonight, and they want you to come, too." 1 was about to refuse, when some Impulse Influenced me to see the affair through, and I consented to accom pany my friend. We arrived at The Rosary between seven and eight o’clock. Mrs. Scalffe received us. Diamonds flashed in her raven black hair and glittered around her shapely neck. The pale little Muriel looked quite Insignificant beside this gor geous creature. Senor Merello was a masculine edition of his handsome sister. At dinner we were served by Spanish servants, and a repulsive look ing negro of the name of Samson stood behind .Mrs. Scaiffe’s chair. She was in high spirits, and openly alluded to the great discovery. “You must show us the charts, my friend," she said to Digby. "As regards anything else, command me,” was his repjy, "but not the chart.” Mrs. Scalffe did not press him fur ther, and the evening passed away without any event of Importance hav ing transpired. During our journey back to the city I mentioned to Digby that Lancaster had wired to say that he would be at his office prepared for a meeting on Friday. This was Mon day night. Also, I again Impressed on | him the fact that I did not trust Mrs. I Sclaffe or her brother, and warned him to keep the chart out of their hands. He promised, and I left him. I | On Tuesday I saw nothing of Digby, | and on Wednesday evening, when I re turned home late, I received the fol : lowing letter: "Do not think lam mad. I have bribed the kitchen maid, the only American woman In the whole house, to post this for me. I was forced to call on Mr. Digby and to engage myself to him. lam now strictly con fined to my room under pretence of Illness. In reality I am quite well, but a prisoner. Mr. Digby dined here again Inst night, and under the influ ence of a certain drug introduced Into his wine, has given away the whole of his discovery, except the exact loca tion. He is to take supper here’again late tomorrow night (Thursday) and to bring the chart. If he does, he will never leave The Rosary alive. All Is prepared. Don’t betray me, but save him." The letter fell from my hands. What did it mean? Was Dlgby'B life really In danger, or was the girl who had written mad. The letter was without a signature, but of course I knew that Muriel wus the writer. I read it over again, and became convinced that It told the truth, and that Muriel was perfectly sane. I resolved not to dis regard the warning, and late as the hour was I left the house and sought the residence of my friend. Inspector Frost, one of the keenest and most trustworthy police officers on the New York force. I found the inspector, a tall, square-shouldered man of 50, at home and not yet retired. Without mincing matters, I came to the point at once and narrated the whole story of the past few weeks. Frost’s gray eyes shone with Interest, as he pe rused Muriel’s letter. "I’m glad you came," ho said, when he had finished reading. "There are four curious points about this case. First, your friend has this valuable secret about the spot where the gold is to be found, a secret which may be worth anything. Secondly, he is very Intimate with Mrs. Scalffe, her We found a girl crouching beoide the bed. step-daughter and her brother. The intimacy started In Brazil. Thirdly, , he Is engaged to the step-daughter, ! who evidently is being used as a sort , of tool, and is herself In absolute ter , ror. and so far as I can make out, | is not especially in love with Digby. Fourthly. Mrs. Scalffe and her brother are determined at all hazards to se | cure the chart which Digby Is to hand to them to-morrow evening. The girl 1 thinks this so important that she has ' practically risked her life to give you , the warning. By the way, didn’t you 1 say that Lancaster was to meet you j and Digby at 11 o'clock on Friday morning? Well, I suppose that Mrs. , Scalffe and her brother know of this. Now, if Digby goes to The Rosary to ! morrow evening that interview with Lancaster will probably never take 1 place. I believe, Halifax, that the j Scaiffes intend to be the sole posses sors of that secret, and mean to get it from him before he sees Lancaster. And the chances are that if be gives 1 it up to them he will never leave that ' house alive.” "Then what are we to do?" I ; asked. “Leave the matter In iny hands un til I make a few inquiries," sale! Frost. "In the meantime you might see Digby and try to persuade him not to go !to The Rosary. That would simplify j things a whole lot. I will call at your : house at five o'clock tomorrow after ; noon." The next morning I called on Digby . and found him at breakfast. "I would like to have you make a run out of town with me, Digby." I said. "We can get back in time for our interview with Lancaster in the morning." "Sorry, Halifax." he responded, "but the fact is I have an engagement to eat a late supper at The Rosary to night.” "I wish you would not go," I said. "Digby, If ever people were playing to get you Into their hands, they are. Why, haven't you already told them , most of your secret?" I "I don't know how you happen to i know that.” he said. Impatiently, "but I admit Its truth. Mrs. Scalffe and Merello will Join me In this matter. I see no reason why things should be kept dark from them.” “It doesn’t strike me as exactly fair to Lancaster," I remarked. "He can't object to possible wealthy shareholders." returned Digby. "And once for all, old man, remember that I dislike being interfered with, and that 1 believe In the Scaiffes. So goodby for the present. I will see you in Lancaster's office tomorrow at 11.” I saw that further argument was useless and went bnck home. At five that afternoon Frost made his appear j ance and I narrated the matter in which Digby had repulsed my well meant advice. "You have done all you could," com- I mented Frost. "Now for my part of the business. I mußt toll you that the affair promises to be of the most serious kind. I have been busy since I saw you, used the cables a bit, and through the kindly assistance of a United States secret service man who huppens to be in Brazil right now on a government case. I got some detuils about the operations of Mrs. Scalffe and her precious brother. Unfortu nately there is really nothing against them that would justify us in laying hands on them. But from what I have learned I judge that they are In a con spiracy with a notorious gang in Bra zil to force Digby to disclose the exact position of the gold mine. I also know that Mrs. Scalffe Is in communication with some suspicious characters both In New York and Brazil. It's u cinch that she means to get possession of Dlgby’B chart when lie visits the house tonight. Now we can't keep him from going there against his will, and I don't believe he can be per suaded to stay away. Therefore, we will be on hand at The P,.\sary tonight, and will have a number of my men stationed In the grounds as soon as it becomes dark. If Digby insists on going In, there will be protection outside, at all events, in case of trou ble. And if he doesn t come out after a reasonable time bus elapsed, I’m going in after him.” The Inspector’s plan seemed to be the most feasible that could bo adopt ed, and I agreed to accompany him. Digby had said that he was invited to a late supper, and therefore It was nearly ten o’clock when we arrived at The Rosary. As Frost and I passed down the dimly-lit lane beside tho wall, a figure emerged from out tho gloom and came toward us. As it ap proached I saw it was one of tho In spector’s sleuths. "Anything new, Bob?" queried his superior. "Not a thing," was the reply. "Mr. Digby hasn’t arrived yet.” The inspector nodded and we passed out into the road together. "There Is still a chance of your being able to persuade him not to go in," said Frost. "Suppose you try when he comes? 1 tell you frankly that 1 believe his life isn't worth ten cents if ho trusts him self In there alone tonight. Yet we can’t prevent a man from going into a house If he wants to." "I’ll do the best I can," I said, "but 1 don't believe it will do much good.” I had scarcely finished speaking when a cab drove up to the gates, and the man we were expecting alighted from it. Frost stepped up and touch ed him on the shoulder. "I am a po lice officer, Mr. Digby," he said, as Os car wheeled around nnd faced him. "Your friend here. Dr. Halifax, has wnrned you not to go into that house. I repeat his warning. There is danger In wait for you." For answer Digby thrust his hand into his pocket, produced a note and handed it to me. "Read that, Halifax," he said, "and you will see why I cannot refuse to enter the house." I tore the letter from its envelope and read in the moonlight. "Come to me. I am suffering nnd in danger. Do not fail me. Muriel.” "You are mad, Digby,” I said. "That note is a forgery. "All the same, I ain going," he said, crisply, "and alone, too. I don’t want any outside Interference In what prom ises to be a family affair." "Since you are determined, then,” said Frost, "remember that in case of trouble we will be here to help you. Furthermore, I may as well tell you that If you are not out of the house by one o'clock we shall enter it and make sure that all is right.” Digby merely nodded, and walked quickly up the drive. We wutched him ring the bell. The door was open ed by the negro servant, and he enter ed. Frost and I settled down to our long wait with the best patience we could summon for the occasion. The minutes seemed to crawl, ll o’clock sounded from the steeple of a distant church, then half-past. The house remained wrapped In silence. Once Frost whispered to me, and we listen ed attentively. It certainly seemed to me as though a dull muffled sound, as of pounding or hammering, was faint ly audible, but whether It came from the house or not. It was impossible to tell. At a quarter of twelve the one remaining window with a light In it be came suddenly dark. Still there was no sign of Digby. Midnight chimed and the remaining moments went by in intense anxiety. As the deep boom of one o’clock was heard the inspect or laid his hand on my arm. "Come along, doctor," he whispered. He whistled low as he spoke, and a rustle in the bushes around us told that Frost's assistants were on the alert. We ascended the steps, and we could hear the whirr of the front door bell within, as th~ Inspector press ed tho button. In less time than we had expected we heard the holts shoot hack. The door was (lung open, elec tric lights sprung Into a glaro, and my eyes fell on Mrs. Scaiffe. "Huther an odd hour for a social call, Dr. Halifax,” she said, coolly. "May I inquire why I am so hon ored?” Frost strode forward and laid his hand on her arm with an Imperative gesture. ”1 am a police officer, madam." he said grimly, "and demand to know where Mr. Oscar Digby Is. He enter ed here at a quarter pnst ten tonight. From that moment the house has been surrounded and closely watched. He must therefore be here." "Mr. Digby Is not In the house,” re sponded Mrs. Scaiffe defiantly. An adjoining door opened, and Senor Merello made his appearance. She looked up at him and smiled, then said carelessly: I "Gentlemen, this Is my brother, Senor Merello." The senor bowed but did not speak. "Once again, Mrs. Scaiffe," broke In Frost, "what havo you done with Mr. Digby?" "Ho is not here," she said, angrily. "You can look for yourselves.” "Very well,” said Frost, calmly. "Then you, madam, this gentleman, and all your servants are under ar rest until we find him." Mrs. Scaiffe eyed the Inspector vin dictively. but made no reply. The op erations which followed were conduct ed rapidly. The establishment, con sisting of Mrs. Scaiffe, her brother, two Spanish men-servants, two maids, one of Spanish extraction, and the negro who had opened the door to üb, were summoned and placed in the charge of one of Frost's detectives. Muriel Scaiffe was nowhere to be seen. Then we began to search the house. In the basement the large cellar which had attracted Mrs. Scalffe's pleased surprise, had now been fitted up as a laboratory. 1 ex amined It closely. It was evidently used for the manufacture of chemi cals on a large scale. All the latest chemical and electrical apparatus were to be found there, as well as several large machines, the purposes of which were not evldont. One In particular I specially noticed. It was a big tank with a complicated equip ment for the manufacture of liquid air in large quantities. I lingered here quite awhile, and suddenly a hideous possibility presented Itself to my mind. Just then, however, I remembered Mu riel, and turned to join Frost In his search, wondering If any harm had come to the girl. Our search In tho upper regions was equally unsuccess ful. Wo were Just going downutnlra again when Frost drew my attention to a door which we had not yet open ed. It was lockou, but we burst it open. Within, we found a girl crouching beside the bed. She turned, saw my face, and suddenly clung to me. It was Muriel. "Have you found him; is he safe?” she asked. "I do not know, my dear," I replied, trying to soothe her. "We are look ing for him.” "Did he come to the house? I have been locked in here all day and heav ily drugged." "He came In. We are searching for him, and hope to find him." "That you will never do," she cried, and fell fainting on the floor. We placed her on the bed. Frost produced brandy and gave her a few drops. She came to In a couple of minutes, and began to moan feebly. After a little while she became calm and finally fell Into a deep slumber. Then I left her and hastened back to the laboratory, intent on trying an ex periment which hnd occurred to me on my last visit there. Meanwhile Frost and his men had not been idle. Convinced that Digby or Digby’s dead body was concealed somewhere around the premises, they begun a systematic search of the en tire house from roof to basement. Pick and crowbar were ruthlessly ap j plied, floorings were torn up and raft j era cut through. Walls were pierced J and bored through, closets and cup j boards ransacked. The very backs of ' the old-fashioned fireplaces were torn I out. and the chimneys explored. At last Frost called me upstairs. He was j leaning against the wall, looking be j wlldered. j "This is beyond me altogether, doc j tor," he ssiid. “There Is absolutely no ' trace of Digby, alive or dead.” I "Look here. Frost," I said, “this thing has to be worked out logically, j If Digby left this house he went up, ■ down, or horizontally. I’p is out of 1 the question. If he disappeared In a I balloon or was shot off the roof he ] must have been seen by us. for the house was surrounded. He certainly did not pass through the cordon of men. He did not go down, for every cubic foot of basement and cellar has been accounted for, as well as every cubic foot of space In the house. So !we come to the chemical change of I matter. Dissipation into gas by heat, j There are no furnaces, no ashes, no j gas cylinders, nor dynamos, nor car bon points. The time when we lost ! sight of him to the time of entrance I was exactly two hours and three-quar ters. If you come with me, I think 1 can throw some light on the problem.” I went down to the laboratory again, followed by Frost. When we reached the basement 1 pointed to the machine with steel blocks and the great metal tank. "There Is the explanation of Digby’s disappearance," I said. "He is dead, Frost, and we will never see his body. No inquest can be held, for there Is nothing to bold It on. The winds have taken him and scattered him In dust on the surrounding grounds. I arrived at my present conclusion by a process of elimination. Into that tank which contained liquid air, Digby, gagged and bound, must have been placed vio lently, probably after he had given away the chart. Death would have been instantaneous, and he would have been frozen into complete solidity In something like 40 minutes. The ordi nary laboratory experiment is to freeze a rabbit, which can be then powdered Into mortar like any other triable stone. Tho operation here has been the same. It Is only a question of size. Remember we are dealing with 312 degrees below FahrenhelL That big machine over there is a stone 1 breaker, and on tho blocks of steel be longing to It 1 found this." I held up a test tube containing a blue liquid. "This Is the Guiacum test, Frost. In other words, blood. This fact taken with tho facts we already know, that Digby never left tho house; that the only other agent of destruction of a body, lire, is out of the question; that this tank Is the receptacle of that enormous machine for making liquid air In very large quantities; and above all, the practical possibility of the op eration being conducted by the men who are at present In the house, afford me conclusive proof beyond a pos sibility of riftubt as to what has hap pened. The body of that unfortunate man Is as If It never had been." "You have proved your case, doc tor,” snld Frost, fetching a deep breath when I hnd finished. "It Is by long odds the most extraordinary crime I ever heard of. Well, there's nothing to do but take these parties along, and see If we can't get some thing in the way of a confession out of them.” Before I left that awful house I made arrangements to have Muriel Scaiffe conveyed to a private hospital. This was done, and for many weeks she hovered between life and death. Meanwhile Mrs. Scaiffe, her brother and their servants wore detained by the police. In the long run. the negro servant weakened and confessed hla complicity In tho crime, to the extent of fetching the senseless body of Digby to the laboratory, after the latter had been drugged. Through the evidence given by this witness for the state the brother and sister were convicted for Dlgby's murder, hut owing to tho ab sence of the murdered man's body, a technical plea by their lawyers result ed In a sentence of imprisonment for life, Instead of capital punishment. Senor Merello, however, managed to commit suicide in his cell at the Tombs prison the day before he was to have been removed to Sing Sing pen itentiary, and his sister died within six months after she began serving her sentence, of typhoid fever. The chart for which murder had been com mitted never came to light again, and It was supposed that Mrs. Scaiffe had destroyed It rather than allow anyone else to benefit by the Information It contained. Meanwhile Muriel grew better. 1 was Interested In her from the first. A year ago she became my wife. I think she Is happy, and know that the past has ceased to trouble her. I have long ago come to regard her as the best and truest woman living. ADS. THAT ARE MISPLACED Inscriptions on the Drum Tower in Nanking an Offense to the Aesthetic Soul. There is one horrible thing in Nan king, a desperate offense against the aesthetic soul, writes a correspondent of the North China Dally News. Tho Drum tower is a feature of tho city, set ns It Is upon a mound high above the level of the plain. Its dull terra cotta color, Its broad roof and curv ing eaves, its old fashioned massive ness, completely satisfy one's 6cnse of the picturesque. Here, of old, sat watchers who signalized thtf appear ance of fire by beating thunder out of a monstrous drum. Tho tower Is nearly 700 years old, and, standing alone, a large muss of masonry, sup porting a single squat pagoda, It looks like the embodiment of the spirit of ancient China. The road of the city climbs up the mound and passes un derneath tho tower by a great arch way. But Borne distance off one be comes aware of a scries of huge Chi nese characters splashed agalnßt the broad front. They are snow-white on a ground of brilliant red, and obvious ly new. They look out of place, but one supposes them to represent a fragment of Confuscian philosophy set aloft In this prominent place, in the simple Chinese way. as a lamp, per haps ,to guide the footsteps of the new-born republican government. But, alas! These monstrous char acters recommend only the daily use of a repulsive Japanese toothpowder and the virtue o fa horrid stqmach cure. Not only are these abominations permitted to defile the Drum tower, but on the great wall at the point where all the traffic from the Yang tze and the Shanghai railway enters the city the ggateway Is surrounded by monstrous letters advising the un sophisticated public to patronize these Japanesee horrosj—ulytbsek by DSC GHASTLY RELICS IN MINES Leg of Petrified Woman, Said to Date Far Beyond the Dawn of History. Geologists are greatly interested in a story that comes from C. S. Nield, while visiting a mine In Lee county. Virginia, found a curious formation. A miner In taking out coal had beer, killed by a fall of slate roofing. He was struck by what at first appeared to be the petrified stump of a tree, says the Indianapolis News. It was more than two feet in diameter and about three feet high. The top part bore all evidences of having been sawed off. In cleaning out the fall there was uncovered a stratum of overburden, some 500 or 600 feet through. This deposit was of Incalculable nge. Mr. Nled was speculating on what had become of the man who bad sawed down the tree. A druggist In a nearby village In answer, showed him another relic reclaimed by dyna mite from a limestone formation in a gulch near the mine that had caved In. It was more than half of a well formed woman's leg with a perfectly formed foot and high Instep. ThlE relic was also petrified. A geologist who examined both the slump and the woman's leg declared they belonged tc a generation which dates far beyond the dawn of history. More Confortable. Caddie Master—What kind of cad die do you want, sir? Nervous Novice —Well —er —I d like a boy who knows very little about tbi game.—Sketch. RAZORS ARE USER TO SLASH HORSES Vandals Attack Stable of Fifty* two Animals and Cut Right and Left. DISEMBOWEL FIFTEEN Shrieks and Groans of the Dying and Wounded Victims Stampede Oth ers, Arouse the Night Watch man and Frighten the In truders Away. Chicago.—Fifteen horses were dis emboweled and fatally hurt In a myn terlous raid on the stables of a trans fer company on North Green street, the other morning. Fifty other horses escaped the vandala by breaking out of their stalls and stami>eding about, the stuble. Two suspects are being; held by the police at the West Chi cago avenue police station, but offi cials refuse to give out their names* or disclose the evidence against them- No reason for the attack on tho horset* can be found. With skeleton keys the Btuble was* entered some time after midnight. Th«* horses nearest to the door were at tacked first. A sharp razor Is thought to have been used, for the wounds art* not deep enough to have been mado with a long knife, but are so long that an extraordinarily sharp weapon must have been used. Frightened by the groans of the dy ing horses their stable mates tore* loose from their fastenings and stam peded about the stable, scaring the* vandals away. Shrieks and groans of the wounded horses alarmed tho night watchman at 1 o’clock in tho morning. When lu* entered the stable the fifty uninjured horses were running wild. The Intru ders had escaped. Two horses were dead nnd two were dying. Police were notified and a veterin ary surgeon was summoned. He said that all the injured horses would die. Stampeded About the Stable. A few hours after police were noti fied of the raid Lieutenant Mullen ar rested two men nnd locked them up- Ofllclals of the transfer company pro fess to be mystified by the cutting. They say they are and have been ora harmonious terms with their employes' but police eny several teamsters were* recently discharged by the company. OUSTED NEGRESS STARTS SUIT Declares She Was Barred From He* Own Daughter’s Entertainment at Norristown, Pa. Norristown, Pa.—Because’ he at tempted to keep Mrs. Lillie Major, r* negress, from sitting downstairs In the# Opera House here on the night when tho High School pupils gave an en tertainment during the borough’s cen tennial celebration, and. It is alleged: pushed her away from the door, Clar ence Pickell, a doortender, was held In S2OO hail by Justice Harry to answer n charge of assault nnd battery. Mrs. Major testified that she and Mrs. Harry James (whose husband If* a policeman) and Linda Blackwell, al* negreses. were given tickets to attend the concert, which they were deslrousr of hearing, as Mrs. Major and Mrs- James had daughters In the chorus’. When they arrived at the door Pickelff told them they must find seats in the* balcony and could not sit on the lower floor. Mrs. Major insisted on occupy ing the seats for which the tickets.' called. She. says that Pickell. to keep* her from going downstairs, pushed her. and thus committed the assault nnd battery As they were leaving they met Ir vin Fisher, a member of the School Hoard, and a neighbor. They told him their troubles, and he said they should stay, and later A. S. Mart ft* superintendent of schools, obtained fo* them seats near the stage. Pays "Conscience Money." Tipton, Ind.—After Lon Webb, n barber of El wood, had been converted at a revival meeting he remembered thnt he owed a man In Oklahoma $25(1. His conscience troubled him and he made the long trip to the southwest to pay the debt. On his return to In diana he set about to make up the lose In cash, and filling n suit case with razors, strops and other barber sup plies. he visited barber shops In va rious towns and sold his wares. Though he earns his living by selling his wares, he spends the greater part of his time In preaching. Make Fortune Shining Shoes. Mont Clair. N. Y. —Joseph and Ango lo Picola the other day begau the erection of a $14,000 business block. They saved the money from th«ix profits In a shoe shining. parlor.