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The Paonia progressive and the Paonia newspaper. (Paonia, Colo.) 1911-19??, June 15, 1911, Image 7

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by JACQUES FUTRELLE
V ILLUSTRATIONS J>y M.G. KszThvscr
* COPYRIGHT 1906 fy THE ASSOCIATED .SUHIVVY MAGAZINES
COPYRIGHT !900 by THE 80883 - MERRILL COMPANY
SYNOPSIS.
Count dl Roalnl. the Italian ambas
sador. In at dinner with diplomats In
the national capital when a messenger
brings a note directing him to come to
the embassy at once. Here a beautiful
young woman asks that she be given
*» ticket to the embassy ball. The tick
et Is made out In the name of Miss Is
abel Thorne Chief Campbell of the
weeret service, and Mr Qrlmm. hla head
detective, are warned that a plot of the
Latin races against the English speak
ing races ta brewing In Washington,
and Qrlmm goes to the state ball for
Information. In a conservatory hla at
tention Is called to Misa Isabel Thorne.
; CHAPTER lll.—(Continued.)
Benorlta Rodriguez laughed, and Mr.
Qrlmm glanced Idly toward Miss
Thorne. She waa still talking, her
face alive with Interest; and the fan
waa at ill tapping rhythmically, stead*
lly. now on the arm of her chair.
“Doi-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot! Dot
dash dot' Dot-daßh-dot! M
“Pretty women who don't want to
be stared at should go with their faces
swathed,” Mr. Qrlmm suggested. Indo
lently. “Haroun el Raschtd there
would agree with me on that point. 1
have no doubt. What a shock he
would get If he should happen up at
Atlantic City for a week-end In Au
gust!”
“Dot-dash-dot' Dot-dash-dot! Dot
dash-dot!”
Mr Qrlmm read It with perfect un
derstanding. It was "F —F —F“ In the
Morse code, the call of one operator
to another. Was It accident? Mr.
Qrlmm wondered, and wondering, he
went on talking lazily:
“Curious, Isn't It. the smaller the na
tion the more color It crowds Into the
uniforms of it* diplomats? The Brit
fsh ambassador, you will observe. Is
clothed sanely and modestly, as befits
the representative of a great nation;
but coming on down byway of Spain
and Italy, they get more gorgeous.
However, I dare say as stout a heart
beats beneath a sky blue sash as be
hind the embellished black of evening
dress."
"F—F—F.” the fan was calling In
sistently. *
And then the answer came. It took
the unexpectedly prosaic form of a vio
lent sneeze, a vociferous outburst In a
bench directly behind Mr. Qrlmm.
Benorlta Rodriguez jumped, then
laughed, nervously.
“It startled me," she explained.
“I think there must be a draft from
the conservatory," said a man’s voice
apologetically. “Do you ladles feel It?
No? Well. If you'll excuse me—?’*
Mr. Qrlmm glanced back languidly.
The speaker was Char>s Wlnthrop
Rankin, a brilliant young American
lawyer who was attached to the Ger
man embassy In an advisory capacity.
Among other things ho was a Heidel
berg man, having spent some dozen
years of hi* life In Germany, where
he established Influential connections.
Mr. Qrlmm knew him only by sight.
And now the rhythmical tapping of
Miss Thorne’s fan underwent a
change There waa a flutter of gaiety
In her voice the while the Ivory fan
tapped steadily.
“Dot-dot-dot* Dash! Dash dash
dash! Dot-dot-dash! Daah!'*
“B—t—6—u—t,” Mr. Qrlmm read In
Morse. He laughed pleasantly at
some remark of hU companion.
Dot-dash!
said the fan.
“M —a —n," Mr. Qrlmm spelled It
out, the while his listless eyes roved
aimlessly over the throng. "S—t—s—
m—a —n!” Was It meant for
“stout roan?" Mr. Grimm wondered.
“Dot-ddsh-dot! Dot! Dash-dot dot!”
“F —e —d." that was.
“Dot-dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash! Dash
dot-daah dot! Dot!”
"Q —a —J —e!i’ Mr. Grimm waa
puzzled a little now. but there was not
a wrinkle, nor the tiniest Indication of
perplexity In his face. Instead he be
gan talking of Raphael’s cherubs, the
remark being called Into life by the
high complexion of a young man who
was passing. Miss Thorne glanced at
him keenly, her splendid eyes fairly
aglow, and the fan rattled on In the
code
“Dash-dot! Dot! Dot dash! Dot
d ash-dot!”
*’N—e —a —f.” Mr. Grimm was still
spelling It out.
Then came a perfect Jumble. Mr.
Qrlmm followed It with difficulty, a
difficulty utterly belled by the quizzi
cal lines about bis mouth. As he
caught It. It was like this: “J —s—n5 —n
s —e —f —v —a —t—s—f,’’5 —f,’’ followed by
an arbitrary signal which is not In the
Morse code: “Dasb-dot-dash-dasb! ’’
Mr. Grimm carefully stored that
jumble away in some recess of his
bralp. along with the unknown signal.
ELUSIVE
ISABEL
“D —6—s—f,” he read, and then, on
to the end:: “B —f —1 —n —g 5v —e—
f w—h—e —n g g—6—e—s.”
That waa all, apparently. The soft
clatter of the fan against the arm of
the chair ran on meanlnglessly after
that. i
“May I bring you an ice?” Mr.
Grimm asked at last.
“If you will, please,” responded the
senorlta, “and when you come back
I*ll reward you by presenting you to
Miss Thorne. You’ll find her charm
ing; and Mr. Cadwallader has monop
olized her long enough.’’
Mr. Grimm bowed and left her. He
had barely disappeared when Mr.
Rankin lounged along In front of Miss
Thorne. He glanced at her, paused
and greeted her effusively.
“Why, Miss Thorne!” he exclaimed.
“I’m delighted to see you here. I un
derstood you would not be present,
and —’’
Their hands met In a friendly clasp
as she rose and moved away, with a
nod of excuse to Mr. Cadwallader. A
until they came to another door open
ing into the hall. Chief Campbell
pushed It open, and entered. One of
bis men stood just Inside.
“What waa It, Gray?*’ asked the
chief.
“Senor Alvarez of the Mexican le
gation. was shot.” was the reply.
“Dead?”
thin slip of paper, thrice folded,
passed from Mr. Rankin to her. She
tugged at her glove, and thrust tbs lit
tle paper, ; stlll folded. Inside the palm.
“Is It yes. or no?” Miss Thorne
asked in a low tone.
"Frankly, I can’t say," was the re
ply.
"He read the message." she ex
plained hastily, “and now he has gone
to decipher it.”
She gathered up her trailing skirts
over one arm, and together they glided
away through the crowd to the strains
of a Strauss waltz.
‘Tm going to faint In a moment,”
she said quite calmly to Mr. Rankin.
"Please have me sent to the ladles'
dressing room."
”1 understand.’’ he replied quietly.
CHAPTER IV.
The Fleeing Woman.
Mr. Grimm went straight to a quiet
nook of the smoking-room and there,
after a moment, Mr. Campbell joined
him. The bland benevolence of the
chief’s face was disturbed by the
slightest questioning uplift of his
brows as he dropped Into a seat op
posite Mr. Qrlmm, and lighted a cigar.
Mr. Grimm raised his band, and a
servant who stood near, approached
them.
"An Ice —here,” Mr. Grimm directed,
tersely.
The servant bowed and disappeared,
and Mr. Grimm hastily scribbled some
thing on a sheet of paper and handed
it to his chief.
"There is a reading, in the Morse
code, of a message that seems to be
unintelligible,” Mr. Grimm explained.
”1 have reason to believe it is in the
Continental code. You know the Con
tinental —I don’t.”
Mr. Campbell read this:
"Stsut man fed qaje neaf Jsnsef
atsf,” and then came the unknown,
dash-dot-dash-dash. ’’That," he ex
plained, "Is Y in the Continental
code.” It went on: “dssf bflng sver
when g gses.”
The chief read It off glibly:
"Stout man, red face, near conserv
atory door. Bring over when G goes.”
"Very well!” commented Mr. Grimm
ambiguously.
With no word of explanation, he
rose and went out. pausing at the door
to take the ice which the servant was
bringing in. The seat where be had
left Senorlta Rodrigues was vacant;
so was the chair where Miss Thorne
bad been. He glanced about Inquir
ingly, and a servant who stood stolid
ly near the conservatory door ap
proached him.
"Pardon, sir, but the lady who was
sitting here,’’ and he Indicated the
chair where Miss Thorne had been sit
ting. "fainted while dancing, and the
lady who was with you went along
when she was removed to the ladles’
dressing room, sir.”
Mr. Grimm's teeth closed with a lit
tle snap.
“Did you happen to notice any time
this evening a stout gentleman, with
“N-e-a-f,” Mr. Grimm Waa Spelling It Out.
red face, near the conservatory door?”
ho asked.
The servant pondered a moment,
then shook bis head.
“No. sir.”
’’Thank you."
Mr. Grimm was Just turning away,
when there came the sharp, vibrant
cra-a-sh! of a revolver, somewhere off
to his left The president! That was
his first thought. One glance across
the room to where the chief executive
stood. In conversation with two other
gentlemen, reassured him. The chol
eric blue eyes of the president had
opened a little at the sound, then he
calmly resumed the conversation. Mr
Grimm impulsively started toward the
little group, but already a cordon was
being drawn there—a cordon of quiet
faced. keen eyed men, unobtrusively
forcing their way through the crowd.
There was Johnson, and Hastings,
and Illalr. and half a dozen others.
The room had been struck dumb.
Then dancem stopped, with tense. In
quiring looks, and the plaintive whine
of the orchestra, far away, faltered,
then ceased There was one brief
Instant of utter silence in which white
faced women clung to the arms of
their escorts, and the brilliant galaxy
of colors halted. Then, after a mo
ment. there came clearly through the
stillness, the excited, guttural com
mand of the German ambassador.
"Keep on blaylng, you tam fools!
Keep on blaylng!”
The orenestra started again tremu
lously. Mr. Grimm nodded a silent
approval of the ambassador s com-
mand. then turned away to his left. In
the direction of the shot. After the
first dismay, there was a general move
ment of the crowd in that direction,
a movement which was checked by
Mr. Campbell's appearance upon a
chair, with a smile on his bland face.
“No harm done,” he called. “One
of the officers present dropped his re
volver, and It was accidentally dis
charged. No harm done.’’
There was a moment’s excited chat
ter, deep-drawn breaths of relief, the
orchestra swung again Into the inter
rupted rhythm, and the dancers
moved on. Mr. Grimm went straight
to his chief, who had stepped down
from the chair. Two other secret
service men stood behind him, block
ing the doorway that opened into a
narrow hall.
"This way,'* directed the chief
tersely.
Mr. Grimm walked along beside him.
They skirted the end of the ballroom
"Only wounded. He's in that room.”
and he indicated a door a little way
down the hall. "Fairchild, two serv
ants and a physician are with him.”
"Who shot him?”
"Don't know. We found him lying
in the hall here.”
Still followed by Mr Grimm, the
chief entered the room, and together
they bent over the wounded man. The
bullet had entered the torso Just be
low the ribs on the left side.
“It's a clean wound,” the physician
was explaining. "The bullet passed
through. There's no immediate dan
ger”
Senor Alvarez opened his eyes, and
stared about him In bewilderment,
then alarm overspread his face, and
he made spasmodic efforts to reach
the Inside breast pocket of his coat
Mr. Grimm obligingly thrust his hand
into the pocket and drew out its con
tents, the while Senor Alvarex strug*
gled frantically.
"Just a moment.” Mr. Grimm ad
vised quietly. “I’m only going to let
you see If it Is here. Is it?”
He held the papers, one by one. In
front of the wounded man. and each
time a shake of the head was his an
swer. At last Senor Air ares closed
his eyes again
(TO HE CONTINUED »
ANCIENT ISRAEL USED INK
Writings of Bible Times InscHbed on
Potsherds Have Been Found
in Samaria.
“That the ancient Israelites had a
cheap and easy method of sending writ
ten messages which was In fairly com
raon use Is now an established fact.”
said George A. Relsncr. assistant pro
fessor of Egyptology at Harvard, who
for the last fourteen years has been
conducting excavations In Egypt and
Palestine Professor Relsner Just re
turned on the Campania
"We were excavating in Samaria,
once capital of the northern kingdom
of Israel. In I*o*. when we came Upon
the palace of the Israelite kings. Last
summer we found on the floor of one of
the chambers of the palace a number
of potsherds and on these sherds were
written messages, they related to
tithes or taxes paid to the king, and
were written In an Ink made of pure
carbon nr lampblack. These, perhaps,
are the earliest specimens of Israelite
work contemporaneous with the Bible.
They were written In the reign of
King Aliab ."—New York Evening Poet
The Short-Lived Pin.
By a series of experiments conduct
ed on his estate a French Investigator
has discovered that pins go the way
of all flesh and are resolved into dust.
Hairpins, which the experimenter
watched for 154 days, disappear at the
end of that time, having been resolved
Into a ferrous oxide, a brownish rust,
which was blown away by the wind.
Bright pins took nearly 18 months to
disappear; polished steel needles near
ly two years and a half; brass pins
had but little endurance; steel pens
at the end of 15 months had nearly
gone, while their wooden holders
were still Intact. Pencils, with which
he also experimented, suffered little
by exposure; the lead was unharmed,
and the cedar almost as good as new
—Human Life-
A Fortunate Error.
August Belmont, at a dinner In
New York, laughed at the talcs of a
huge bribery fund to defeat the race
track bill.
"There Is about as much truth In
all these tale*.’’ he said, "as there Is
in the virtues of the average hair
grower—and you know what they
amount to.”
Mr. Belmont smiled.
"A bald headed man astonished his
friends by appearing one day with a
fine thick crop of hair.
“ 'lt's all an accident, too,’ he ex
plained. ‘Last night I took up the
wrong bottle In the dark, and instead
of rubbing Scalpene-Dandruflla on
my head. I applied my wife’s depila
tory.' ”
Right in His Line.
"Here’s an interesting article In this
newspaper entitled, ’The Art of Rest
ing.’ ”
"Better send it to Wlllowby.”
“Why?”
"His wife runs a boarding house.”
Professional Cards
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Hours—8 a. m. to 5. p. m.
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FRED N. DICKERSON
ATTORNEY-AT-LAW
Office 324 Main
Delta, ... Colorado
Tulea Examined Conveyancing Dona
GEO. O. BLAKE
LAWYER
Paonia, ... Colorado
L D. McFADDEN
Attorney and Counsellor at
Law
Will practice in State and Federal
Courts. Paonia, Colorado
MERLE D. VINCENT
ATTORNEY AT LAW
LOANS
Paonia, ... Colorado
L R. SHALLENBERGE r
Civil and Mechanical Engi. v
CEPUTY COUNTY SURVEYOR
DELTA COUNTY
TOWN ENGINEER. PAONIA
Office 124V* Grand Avenue.
Healdence 323 Popular Ave.,
Coop phone 71-F
J. HUNT
SURVEYOR
Co-op. Phone 10-F
PAONIA, COLO.
A. D. CATTERSON, M. D.
PHYSICIAN and SURGEON
Special Attention Given to Eye,
Ear, Nose and Throat.
Glasses Fitted.
Co-op. Phono, in Both Hesldence and
Office. Office Third afreet, oppoaltn
Newepaper Office.
niRKcroHr
Town of I’aonla
Mayor—Clarer* * Kelson.
T«'wn lizard -Will C'-nlne. K. E. ftuf.
•r. C. C. It.wkln. A. J. cul.lt. W. K.
linker arid II. A. Bryant
Clerk and Recorder Mrrtle PalaL
Treasurer—Myrtle Palst.
Klertrlclan and Water Commtasloaee
—W It. Jewell.
Knalneer f* n Shallenterser.
Marahai—Bert Chapman.
feisty ef Delta
ronnty j U dge_CL H. Ktewart
Clerk and Recorder—W. A. Shepherd.
Treaaurer—H. N. Crawford.
Sheriff—I. N. Wllllama
Aaseasor—8. L Corkreham.
Superintendent of Schoola—Bal Ht
aflchael.
Surveyor—John Curtle.
Coroner—Dr. J. P. Oaybaugh
County Attorney—porter Plumb
County Commissioner#—let Diet.. Oeat
Wilson; 2nd Diet., W. E. Steele; Ird
Diet., A. L* Itoberta.
State of Calerada
Governor—John F. Shafroth.
raid -01 * 0 *"* Oov#rnor ~ 8 - R. FlU#nr-
PeVratary of State—James B. Pearee.
Treaaurer—Itoady Kcnehan.
Auditor—M A. I^ddy.
Superintendent of Publlo Instruetleu
—Helen M Wlxson.
Attorney Oenrral—Ban Griffith.
State Senator. Delta and Mean Coun
ties—Georg** Ptephan
IfawliIna* nt4t,V *’ County—C a
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try. Hubarrlhe now and koep posted
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