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Rocky Ford Enterprise.
TWENTIETH YEAH. The INVISIBLES ernasrroPHERj f camaaffTMcm. CHAPTER XV. —Continued. "This clue hat undergone many changes; new elementa have been crowded Into the plot; It baa thick ened. deepened, enlarged, until I And myaeir face to face with ooe of the moot prodigious affairs of the kind in the world'a history." •Theoretically prodigious—theoreti cally complicated." aald La Prade. doubtfully. "But thla Jean Valdertnere— you aeem only to have followed him." Then, leaning hla attenuated face upon hla long hand, be told La Prade, In detail, the history of the case from tho day he left Paris, omitting nothing, during which recital the damp gath ered upon the fat bald head of the new arrival—the eyea bulged—the form bent. M And does the man and the shadow atlll rest there," pointing to the black outlines of the mountain frowning against the eastern sky. “For the time, yes; but the man has begun to move, and the shadow must also move—the man is gone—but the abadow —" "Gone, did say?" "Gone, but he will return.** "How, and when?" "I can’t say how, but soon; the ques tion Is. will he return alone, or will he bo accompanied by others?" "Does he know of your presence here?" "Undoubtedly: as one of his ac complices. a tall, eccentric English man. recently Joined him. but not be fore ho had spent two hours with me | at a tavern In Chattanooga." "An Englishman? I thought this was a Russian plot—ah. can we bo dealing with the agents of kings-of the powers—what edn it mean?" cried La Prade. “Ah. you apeak of things that are Indeed probable, hilt we also have' Frenchmen In this whirlpool of con spiracy. The reveal the plot, whether national or international— whether- the plot of '’Jdngs against kings—or usurpers against legitimists —it can make but little difference in our plahs, which are to discover the plotter and seise the plotters, and the —•the—" "The treasure." cried La Prade, his eyes alight, his hand trembling. "Ah. I see you follow me," said Dc neau. smiling. "But the Englishman, what of him?" "Well, that Interview placed Vul dermerc on his guard—damn the Eng lishman!" Here Dencau unfolded his connec tion with the old stone house. "But. what has the stone house to do with the cavern?" "Ah, thnt Is one of the great secrets yre aro to discover. The houso Is Told La Prade the History of the Case. thirty miles from Dead Man’s Cave, and yet, as sure as I am a Frenchman, the Englishman went Into that house and two weeks later he emerged from Dead Man’s Cave with Valdermere himself. He had traveled thirty miles underground to do this.” The fat face of La Prade was a pict ure of astonishment —of excltment. "Then you believe that the secret of the conspiracy Is la those subter ranean vaults?" "Undoubtedly, and I am convinced i that when we know what is In those caverns we will have reached the end of the trail, and tho end of—" “Our Journey.” U Prade shuddered. "No. not that." aald Deneau. "we aro here to take, not to be taken, to aelso. not to be seized." "Ah. I bad as soon enter Hades as enter tbst cave." "And yet, we muat enter It, and without delay." "Should we surprise a -force with in?" T do not believo we ahall. I an} sure that It Is used as a sort of stor age for plunder, a secret refuge for tho plotters—but we can safely as sume It Is not used as a dwelling, and. If guarded at all, the guard la small." "And your plans are?" "To enter those caverns prepared for the worst, that la. prepared to fight our way If met by resistance, but hoping we ahall And the road clear, which I believe will be tho caae—for having aurh absolute protection as the cave affords them, as they think It Impenetrable. Inaccessible, and sepa rated from tho world by a barrier which can bo removed only by Tho Invisible Hand’ Itself, and one other — and that other Is mine. 1 have the secret to tho entrance, and can. by the movement of my hand, cause the stone wall to fall apart and open the way to the tunnels or caverns beyond." His eyes biased, his band smote the air. and hla words were marked by a triumphant Inflection. He told La Prade tho secret of Dead Man’s Cave. "This Is a most remarkablo case." said La Prade, his eyes staring through the small panes toward the black outline of the mountain beyond, “different In every detail from any other Job that has come under my ob servation. I distrust It. I can hardly reconcile the motive to tho measure.” "And yet," replied Deneau. "what better place could bo found to conceal from the law and from the world a treasure than those underground caves —what better place to hatch a great conspiracy? In the Northern States. In tho Northwestern and Eastern States, tho eye of the law Is ever up on the nihilists and tho anarchists— In New York, Chicago and Boston; but here among the mountains. In a cavern known only to themselves, nnd accessible only to their members, why It Is an Ideal rendezvous, a typical place for hidden trensurc." "But they aro not nihilists—not an archists—not pirates?" asked La Prade. "No. they are not nihilists, anarch ists, or pirates, but a band of men, I do not know their number, high in rank, unlimited In funds, desperate In purpose, preparing to deal n blow. When this blow will fall, or with what result, unless It can be averted. I can not say, but unless we succeed in our purpose. I feel sure that some day the worltl will stand appalled at the work of ’The Invisible Hand,* nnd I firmly believe that the future of the Russian Empire Is in our hunds; two Frenchmen against ‘The Invisible Hand.’ two Frenchmen, upon whose deeds depend the throne of tho Great White Czar, ha! ha! ha! whnt do you think of it, my brave sleuth: arc we to save Russia and dictate terms to that trembling, shivering coward of an Autocrat lurking In the shadows of Peterhoff. or shall we pause at the very mouth of Dead Man’s Cave, gaze into the mysterious darkness, and flee for our lives from the scene?” "Point out the way. and should I come to the Gates of Hell, I will en ter." cried La Prade. Deneau smiled triumphantly. He knew how to reach the heart of his confederate. He knew that La Prade loved danger better than his own henrt, and that once he faced the ene my, nothing but death itself would see his back—and thus the compact was sealed. CHAPTER XVI. The morning dawned bright and clear and the rosy light penetrated •the curtains of my chamber. I heard the rapturous warble of the birds among the trees, the. songs Qf the serv ants, as they yodled joyously In the rear-yards the quaint old negro melo dies, refined by Creole simulations. My host had long arisen, and as I looked put of the window I could sec his tall form moving among the trees as he took his early constitutional. "You seem unusually weir this morn ing, Mr. De Tavenler,” I said, as he offered me his hand and accompanied ine In to breakfast. "Yes, Rodin,” he replied, "I take misfortune as it comes, and It has come so often to me that its influence is less powerful than with other men. It can engage me seriously for a day, or a week, but I find myself at last un mindful of its presence, and soon re cuperate from Its sting. I was gloomy last night, retrospective, and retro spect, Is, as you know, generally svnonvmous with sorrow. To-day I ROCKY FORD, COLORADO, £ RID AY, JANUARY 18. 1907. Mi In the present—l am Mr. De Tawnier of New Orleans, surrounded by those who love me, and !m whose confidence I can trust. Here, at leaafl, I am loved, yes. even by my dogs-" "And If ever a man," I replied, “de serves the confidence snd affection of hls family I conceive that man to b« you." “Ah. you are generous, my dear Rodin,” ho laughed, “but what will you have—tea. coffee, or chocolate?" The breakfast was a cheerful diver sion. and aa we finished Mario came Id at a aide door, here face flushed, her eyea bright, her arms filled with flow era. and her white teeth gleaming from her rosy lips, redder even than the carnations. Her fresh beauty sent a thrill of gladness to my heart, and her smile —such a smile! I had thought that my heart lay doad In the court at Rome, trampled to death by the cruel woman who had promised to ■hare my Joys and my sorrows; but now*l knew If Helen were to come be fore me. and upon her kneea aak me to take her back. I might pity her— but, love her—l never could. A man can calculate the power of hla brain and endurance of bis limbs. Marie Came In. the limit of hla vision, but of hla heart ho knows little, until It Is trlod. How truly, how wonderfully, had that re markable man Valdermere, foretold my life, foretold my weakness, which I had boasted as strength. A skilled surgeon can repair a broken limb, but a woman only can mend n broken heart, and mend It so well that it beats louder than ever before to her magic skill—how beautiful the Jes samine. until I saw tho magnolia how lovely the fern, unftl I saw the willow; how fair seemed Helen until I saw Marie, but now. alas for tho Jessamine, alas for tho fern—l had seen the mngnolln—the willow—l had seen Marie—a man who has never seen the light may write sweet poetry about the darkness, he may lovo n prune until he eats a grape, n plum until he tastes a peach. Helen woe fair by comparison with others, but by comparison with Marie, I had gone mad had I mnrrled her and met Marie. She stood smiling upon us. a pict ure of fresh loveliness, of Innocent and unfettered beauty. "It Is too bad, gentlemen," she Jftild "here you are at table and no flower* —could you not wait?” "But we cannot eat flowers, my child," said her father, rising and plac ing her chair at hls side, where she deftly fashioned the roses, the car nations. and the lilies Into a beautiful bouquet and placed them in the ccn ter of the table in a huge china basin, during which time her father sat smil ing approvingly upon her, while I feasted my eyes upon the delicate tints of her fair cheeks and watched the strange lights In her great brown eyes—ah. dear one, If I had hut her hand to hold forever—lf It were not that fate separated us —If I could know her and not know the oath that bound her! The day passed as no other day had done. Telegrams and cablegrams were prepared and sent to a hundred men, and the servants were coming and going all day long. The danger signal sped over tho wires—books and accounts were placed away In the desks; and letters which came from tho committees wore hurriedly answered, and in twen ty-four hours the signal of danger would reach the uttermost ends of the hnbitable globe and the faces of two thousand men and women would pale at the awful news and await, in un told agony nnd suspense, the success or failure of the hundred men who would enter those dreadful cavertis, now slowly filling with gas, to remove $80,000,000 worth of treasure, or be blown Into oblivion. It sent a shudder through my frame to think of It—sup pose the Council should be too late? At six o’clock we still worked at our task, and though supper had been an nounced, we did not leave the wori until eight. CULINARY NOVELTIES WELSH RABBITS THAT SKEM TO SAVOR OF INDIGESTION. Inventors of Choice Tlt-Blte However, Aeeert the Contrary—Fish Served with Toasted Cheese Poured Over IL Then- Is no longer any special nov elty lu serving a Welsh rabbit on a piping hot inlnco pie, aa a substitute for toabt. For years the cooks at the old chop houses in New York had been serving a dish that they called a “slip t»n,” ami this was nothing less than melted cheese poured over hot mluce pie, and experts who bad sys tematically tested the effects of this combination did not healtato to affirm that the presence of the cheese aided rather than deterred tho procosset of digestion. To season this cheese, therefore, was but a short step In tho direction of culinary eccentricity, novel as It seemed. A writer In the Bohemian, describ ing some of the Welsh rabblta per petuatt-d by well-known peoplo, says *.oat Walter McDougall, tho cartoonist, la resi-oiiNlblo for one which la’’seem ingly irrational." Mr. McDougall takes either a haddock, a small cod or a bluofl h nnd stuffs It with a deli cious dressing composed of bread crumb*. minced onions and finely I rod friend bacon, moistened with melt ed butter and seasoned with salt, pep I»or and Hummer savory. Cart-fully stuffed and properly sewed the fish Is baked In a jura with a little water, several bits of butter being scattered over It. During the.process of cooking It la basted frequently and when It Is done and the thread re moved it la served with a Welsh rah bit poured over It. The late John Chamberlin once con fided to Miss May Irwin that hls suc cess as a rabbit maker waa duo to the fart that after he had grated hla chees<- Into a bowl ho added all the other Ingredients—tho butter, mus tard. peppar, paprika and two tablc apoouftils of cream to each person to be served— rubbing them all smooth, or to a uniform paste, before trans ferring tho mixture to the saucepan In which It was to be melted. Morgan Robertson, the novelist, la the Inventor of two methoda of mak ing n rabbit, but when ho makes a Welch rabbit to please hls own pal ate he takes the proper quantity of rich New York state cream cheese and breaks It directly Into stale nle. let ting them heat up together over the fire. Tho proper proportions are half n cupful of ale to each half pound of cheese, and to each half cupful of the nle a saltspoonful of sodn Is added before the process of heating Is be gun. While the cheese Is dissolving U Is stirred constantly nml when tho proper consistency Is reached It la poured over the toast. Fig Cream. Cook one-fourth of n pound of figs In a cupful of water until tender; chop fine. Heat the whites of five eggs and a pinch of cream of tartar until dry; then add live level tcns|>o«n fills of sugnr and the figs, heating con stantly. Hake In a border mold nbout half an hour: serve with stewed figs, 6ttiffed nuts, nnd pass plain cream. Stuffed Bananas. Cut off one-quarter of tho ends of a banana. Remove the pulp and press through a sieve. Add to each cupful the Juice of half a lemon and two tablcspoonfuls of fine sugar; whip a cupful of crenrn; fill shells; set on ice; serve with cake. Chocolate Bauce for Ice Cream. One cup of water, one-half cup sugar, bell together five minutes; one heaping tablespoon cocoa, scant table spoon afrowroot; mix last and pour Into first. Boil and strain, keep hot till served. Wall* Covered With Enamel. Uso enameled cloth on kitchen and bathroom walls. If the walls arc rough-finished it can easily bo pasted on them. Make a paste the same as for wallpaper. Put a thin layer on hack of cloth, and put in place on the wall. Rub smooth with a dry cloth, using a good deal of pressure. Glossy Table Linen. Table linen, in order to bring out the bright gloss that makes It at tractive, should be dampened consid erably before being Ironed. Beat Love Charms. For love charms wompn use, among others, the loadstone. If a woman suspects that her husband is in love with another woman or that ho Is will ing to desert her, let her carry a small loadstone sewn to her corset; the husband will become more loving than ever. —Exchange. Vine Hae Long Life. The vine sometimes attains a great age, continuing fruitful in some In stances for 400 years. It Is said to rival the oak as regards longevity. New York Town Talk jldultu Edta Hate) Prove, a Failara ui Will Hereafter Be De voted to Moaey-Makiai Pwpeeet—Aurckut Berk bob Ope bo Jok Printief Office—Otker Notea. NEW YORK.—The Adamless Ed©n in New York does not pay? The Martha Washington, after a struggle of four years as a hotel for women exclusively. Is admitted a failure and will be turned over to a leasee. This, after a record for a full house and a apotlossness of character that made other hostelrles green with envy. During Its entire existence the list of casual ties comprises two Infants of tho male sex (smug gled In by fond mammas when tho clerk wasn’t looking); one over-stlmulatod guest, one fire scare and one suicide. But, while prices havo trebled since tho open ing and the bill of faro has shrunken to a mere shadow of Its former self; while the staff has been reduc’d to the minimum requisite for law and order, the stockholders have received no dlvldonda on the enterprise, which made an era In tho city’s history. WHERE THE WHEELS GO ROUND. Now York never has been particularly shy about Its public exhibitions of all kinds and long haa held its reputation for showing lota of things that most ; •rsons would not agree were of pubMo Infsrest. Hut one of the most unusual “free shows” In town that aro permanent Is tho com paratively recent one of Inviting tho public to view tho engine room of a new Broadway hotel, and also the one In a mammoth office building. You have to go la search of tho one In tho hotel In question, but In the office building you are Invited to look at tho wheels go round through an attractive sign on a glass door In tho areado of tho building that bears tho legend. ’’Visitors’ Gallery, Engine Room.” On opening tho door thoro Is a abort flight of wlndlug marble steps that lead you down to a lit- tle gallery all Inclosed with polished whlto ties and great sheets of plate-glass through which you can see every part of tho engine room with Its shlnlni array of mechanisms, brass pipes, copper caps and all the wonders of tho prcsont-day electrical engines that do not seem to make no much fuss In tholr work as tho steam engines did. In fact, tho striking things about this ex hibition Is the unusual quietude of the place. Its cleanliness and Its heat. On top of this ono cannot help wondering over tho cost of that llttlu gallery, which must have meant a pretty penny. Hut as In this building you can also have, for tho asking, a postal card souvenir with a photograph of the structure on it, money does not seem to count. BERKMAN OOES TO WORK AT Hl# TRADE. * I ‘—WXI Alexander Bcrkman, tho anarchist, who served 13 years In prison In Pennsylvania for attempting to kill Henry C. Frick In tho strlko In Homestead In July. 1K92. hns ofiened a Job printing ofllco at 308 East Twenty-seventh street. Hcrkman, who learned tho printer's trade before hls Imprisonment. ex|>ccts to get a good share of the smaller printing for the radical so cieties of the city. He will employ no help, as tho true anarchist docs not believe, he says. In tho exploitation of another man’s labor for hls own benefit. As hls business grows bo will iako partners. “Some or my friends wanted mo to open a big shop downtown and guaranteed sufficient work to keep five to seven men busy, but I would not do that," said Herknian; "all I care for Is tho returns of my own labor. That will maintain me." Since hls release he has spent most of hls time In New York, speaking frequently In weekly meetings of anarchists and aiding tho causo of Russian revolutionists. “ROOF WARDS" LATEST MOVE OF HOSPITALS. "Roof wards," which represent tho latest ad vance which medical science has made In tho treatment of pneumonia nnd typhoid fever, soon are to be opened on tho top of the main building o? the Presbyterian hospital. The structures, rail ing and various appliances arc the gift of a patron of the Institution, who mado the donation simply as "A Friend." Two other hospitals, whose superintendents have Inspected the new roof wards of the Presby terian. are making arrangements to Install a sim ilar equipment. So successful was the treatment of pneumonia and kindred diseases on the roof of the Institution last winter, under tho direction of Dr. William P. Northrup, that It was decided to make It a fea ture of tho hospital. Of tho cases that were treated there only one death occurred, and that was due to double pneumonia, complicated with several other maladies. This open-air sanitarium will cost nbout $15,000, Although the trustees decline at the present time to make any announcement concerning the donor. It Is generally understood that it was given by Mrs. W. K. Vanderbilt, Sr. . NEVER HEARS FIRBT ACT OF OWN PLAYB. Remarkablo as It may appear, Oscar Ham merateln has not yet heard tho opening act of any opera ho has presented- at tho Manhattan Opera House. Amid all the hurrah he never has been in evidence until the first Intermission, and he has continued to lurk In the background dur ing the early evening at all subsequent perform ances. Of course, there’s a reason. An effort to loento Mr. Hammerstcin shortly after, eight h'clock the other night disclosed it. Members of hls staff were sure that he was somewhere about, but be ing somewhat deficient in the geography of tho house they could offer no reliable directions. Ho had been noticed at the stage door, and the' chief engineer thought- that he was somewhere In the cellar. In an underground passage connecting with tho stage by a narrow stair way the Impresario was finally found. He was seated on a stool in a tin-plated room that was as severo as the frown upon hls brow. Between hls lips was a huge cigar, which he removed now and then in order to growl forth his pent-up feelings. Hls language was not complimentary. He was talking of hls enemies. "The firemen won’t let me while I have this," ho grumbled, pointing to the big cigar. "And I’m lost without my after-dinner smoke. I can’t smoke out In the front of the house, so I’ve had this little private smoking-room built. It’s fireproof. The trouble is that I’ve educated myself to a cigar that keeps mo smoking from eight until nearly nine o’clock. I’d like to hear one of my first acts, but l don’t see how I can arrange it." NO 34.