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VAN TASSEL SUTPHEN CHAPTER VII. The Opal Button fjkll OW, as a matter of fact, I had no liVll part in the affair of the opal IIVj button; for on the very next day following our meeting with Estes I came down with typhoid and spent the next two months in the hos pital. I saw little of Indiman during that time, but his seeming neglect was fully explained by the Btory he told me the night I was well enough to get back to 4020 Madison avenue. "You remember, of course," began Indiman, "that I went off with Estes that May evening with just an apology to you about a family affair. Really, I knew nothing; but the uoy's manner etruck me as peculiar, and, while the Incident of the opal button was trifling in itself, I was sure that there was something behind it. But when I plumped the question squarely at Estes he had nothing to say. except that the jewel had been slipped into his hand while he stood looking into a shop window. Where it came from he did not know; what it meant he either could not or would not tell. But it came up again of its own accord four days later, the exact date being. May 15. So much by the way of preamble; the story proper I will read from my notes. " 'De Quincey was right, and murder should be a fine art. But the Borgias —only amateurs! The far - famed Aqua Tofano —pooh! Any chemist will put it up for ten cents. Only be care ful how you use it Chemical analysis has advanced somewhat since the day of the divine Lucrezia, and a jury would convict without leaving their Beats.' " 'Rather rough on your business, I should think,' said Estes, speaking somewhat thickly, for the port had stopped with him overfrequently of late. 'Is poisoning really out of date?' he continued. "'As absolutely as crinoline and the novels of G. P. R. James,' answered our host, lightly. But I, who -was watching him closely, saw his .eyes harden. Estes had said more than one imprudent thing that evening, and this time he had gone too far. I would have to get the boy away somehow. "There were three of us dining with Balencourt that evening at his cham bers in the Argyle — Estes, Crawfurd, and myself; and as usual we had an excellent dinner, for Balencourt knew how to live. Who was Balencourt? Well, nobody could answer that pre cisely, but his letters of introduction had been unexceptionable, and his checks were always honored at Brown Brothers. Moreover, Crawfurd had met him frequently at the Jockey club in Paris, and there was his name on White's books for any one to read. A man of forty-five perhaps, clean shaven, well set up, an Inveterate globe trotter, a prince among racon- 1 i , '■■■ .■> - ... y. ■ i ,^.^ v /" - ■--■ ;- ■■-■-;-■ •■-i.,.--^-." , ■... . ■'.' r *' & $ tsrA^ '* * i i H. M. S. VICTORIOUS COALING IN CHANNEL teurs, and the most astounding poly glot I have ever met. I myself have ■heard him talk Eskimo with one of Peary's natives, and he had collated some of his researches Into Iranlc- Turanian root forms for the Phil ological society. But let us go back to our walnuts. "Crawfurd picked up the thread. 'Then the science of assassination is a lost art,' he said, tentatively. " 'Oh, I did not say that,* replied Balencourt, carelessly. 'There are oth er ways—better ones.' " 'You msan beyond" the risk of de tection?' " 'Perfectly.' " 'Eliminating the toxic poisons of all kinds?" " 'If you like.' " 'I doubt it,' said Crawfurd, with a little hesitation. " 'And I deny it,' Interrupted Estes, rudely, and stared straight at Balen court. A quick glance answered his challenge; it was like the engaging of rapiers. " 'Perhaps Mr. Estes desires proof,' eaid Balencourt, slowly. " 'I do.' " 'Let us say between • " 'Tonight and the Ist of August.' " 'That will Buit me perfectly. My passage Is booked on the Teutonic for the following Wednesday.' " 'It is also the day set for my wed ding to Miss Catherwood,' said Estes, Quietly. "Balencourt took It admirably. 'So you have obtained the decision at last,' he said, smiling lightly. 'My felicita tions.' "Crawfurd rose to his feet. The jo vial flush had strained away from his fat cheeks, and his jaw hung loose and pendulous. "For God's sake, fellows—' he began, but Balencourt stopped him with a gesture. 1 'This is a private matter between Mr. Estes and myself, as he knows full well. So far as you and Mr. Indiman are concerned, call it what you like— a duel, or, better yet, a sporting propo sition.' "'The stakes?' put in Crawfurd, fee bly, for. shaken as he was, he could GUI] grasp at the definite idea Included in the last-named alternative. Sport and a wager—now he understood. "'The stakes?' repeated Barencourt. •Well, they are hardly of a nature that •ither Mr. Estes or myself oa.n intrust thetr. to the keeping of a third party. Be* rest assured that the loser will pay; it Is a debt of honor.* "Up to this moment I had kept si lence, but now I must make my one try. 'He is but a boy,' I said, leaning my elbows on the table and seeking to plumb the soul-depths in the cold, gray eyes of the man who sat opposite to me. But Balencourt only laughed amusedly. " 'Then he should not assume a man's ' "'Will yon cam* now. Cousin Es- THE GATES OF CHANCE per?* interrupted Estes. He pushed his chair noisily back, and we all rose. " 'You won't wait for coffee?' said our host. "Just as you please.' He touched the call button, and Jarman entered to help us on with our top coats. Par parenthese, how account for the anomaly of this scoundrel of a Balencourt possessing the most perfect of serving men? There never was any body who could roll an umbrella like Jarman, and I have been around a lot in my time. After the catastrophe I tried my best to locate him, but with out success. He was gone; the pearl had dropped back into the unfathom able depths of ocean. Perhaps he fol lowed his master. "The door closed behind us, and we three stood in the street *A cab?' I queried, and a passing hansom swung in towards the curb. "Td rather walk along with you, Cousin Esper,' said Estes. 'Jump in, Mr. Crawfurd, and we'll pick you up later at the club.' "Crawfurd nodded and was forth with driven away. I turned to Estes. "'What is it, George?' I asked. 'Re member, there's Elizabeth to be consid ered in this. 1 " 'Now, while Estes is a second cous in of mine, 'Betty' Catherwood is my niece, and so I considered that I had a double right to stick in my oar. But I wasn't prepared for the depth of trou ble that I encountered in the glance George Estes turned on me. 'So bad as that!' I finished, lamely. "It won't take long in the telling,' began the boy, desperately. You re member that after I left Princeton I went to Germany for a two-years' course in international law under Lan glotz; it was a pet idea of the pater's.' "I nodded. " 'Well, we all make fools of our selves at one time or another, and here is where I donned the cap and bells. You have heard'—here he lowered his voice—'of the "Dawn." ' " 'The revolutionary society?* '"Yes; it's the active branch of the "Sunrise League"'—the practical work, ' you know. I joined it.' "I had nothing to say. George laughed a little dismally and went on: "'Absurd, wasn't it? I, a citizen of the best and freest country on earth to be making common cause with a lot of creek-brained theorists who would re place constitutional government by the "Lion's Mouth" and the "Council of Ten"—a world ruled by a secret terror. But it seemed all right at the time. What was my life or any one man's life to the progress of civilization? It was only when I came to look at the means apart from the end that I real ized the horrible fallacy of It all.' " 'You withdrew, of course.' " "You don't quite understand. One doesn't withdraw from the "Dawn." He may cease to be Identified actively with the propaganda, but he is still subject to be called upon for a term of "service"—that's the ghastly euphem ism they use. You remember this and, the night I received It?' "He tooE"a pasteboard box from his pocket and handed it to me. It con tained a small red button, fashioned out of some semi-precious stone re sembling Mexican opal. "Tt was the first summons,' con tinued Estes, 'and within three days I should have been on my way to Berlin —to receive my instructions.' " "You refused, then T "There was Betty,' said the boy, simply. " Tou must understand,' he went on, 'that this "service" can only be de manded once of a member. He may refuse compliance, if he chooses, but in that case there" is a forfeit to b« paid, and it becomes due after the third warning.' "'Well?' " 'Must be paid, you understand. If not by the recalcitrant himself, then by the agent of the "Forty" through whom the summons comes. That makes it clear, doesn't it—Balencourt and his debt of honor?* •"When did you know—about him I mean?* " 'Here is the second button. Balen court slipped It into my hand just be fore we went out to dinner tonight.' "It 18 incredible. Balencourt Is a man and you are but a boy. To take advantage of an act of youthful fol ly * '"You forget that it is his life or mine,' Interrupted Estes, quietly. '"But. George, it is unthinkable When he knows—but you did tell him —about Betty ' ■ 'That's just it. old chap. Balen court asked her to marry him a week ago, just before I received the first red button.' "The monstrousness of the thing struck me all of a heap. 'The police,' I said, vaguely, but Estes shook his head. '"It is but postponing the bad quar ter of an hour,' he said, gently, 'and I don't think that I could put up with this sort of thing indefinitely. More over, it wouldn't be fair to —to Betty. " No,' he went on, "it's better to have a limit set, just as it is now—for at least Balencourt will keep his word. THE RT. PAUL OLOKR SUNDAY; NOVEMBER 13, 1904 Once past the Ist of August, I am safe.' '"Well work within the limit, then,' I said, cheerfully. 'If we three —Craw- furd, you, and I—can't match wits with one polyglot son of the "Dawn," we might as well let the bottom drop out of the Monroe doctrine and be done with it.' "We had arrived at the club. For an instant our hands met. 'Not a word to Betty,' he whispered. " 'Of course.' Then we went up- stairs to the pipe room, where we found Crawfurd sitting gloomily over his fourth Scotch-and-soda. The clocks were striking three when we took Estes back to his apartments, and we both spent the night with him. The issue had been fairly joined, and it was exactly two months and a half to the Ist of August. "The rest of May passed absolutely without incident, and sometimes it was difficult to believe in the reality of the contest in which we were engaged. Yet we omitted no precaution, and during the whole fortnight Estes was npver for a moment out of the sight of either Crawfurd or myself. But no; I'll correct myself there, for we had to allow him an hour and a half every evening with Betty, and I used to mount guard In the street outside, measuring the cold and unsympa thetic flagstones. And no thanks for it, either; indeed, Betty's manner was distinctly top-lofti<-al whenever we chanced to meet, she bekig a young person of discernment, and perfectly well aware that we were keeping her in the dark about something. But it helped George to forget, and so I counted it in with the rest of the day*6 work and held my peace. "As for the rest, there was nothing to be done except to keep a couple of 'shadows* on Balencourt, and we had a full account of his movements by 8 o'clock every night—a regular ship's chart worked out with time stamps and neat entries in red ink, after the accustomed fashion of Central office men. So May and the first two' weeks in June dragged uneventfully along; the period of stress was already half over. Then came Monday, the 15th of June, and with it a little shock. Our man—l mean Balencourt—concluded to disappear, and he did it as effectually as though there were no such thing as a 'shadow* in existence. When the head sleuth came that night to report his discomfiture, I cut him short in hia theorizing and asked for the facts. But there was only the one—Balencourt was certainly non est, and that was all there was to say. Whereupon we ban ished the "shadows' to the outer dark ness whence they had come and con vened our original council of war. "One thing was plain—the danger of remaining longer in the city. There are bo many things that may happen in a crowd, and especially if our friend Balencourt formed a part of that un known quantity. There is always a chance of a chimney pot tumbling about one's ears, or of being run down by some reckl&ss chauffeur. And who is to know the truth? Accidents will happen; they are willful things and in sist upon keeping themselves in evi dence. Imprimis, then, to get out of town. But where? " 'Hpodman's Ledge.' began Craw i furd, a little doubttully. but I caugin him up with Joyful decision. 1 "The very thing,' I said. Til send a wire to the caretaker tonight, and we'll be off by Thursday. 1 invite you all—for six weeks. Why, of course, George, that Includes Betty and her mother; they were to come to me, any way, In July.' "Now, Hoodman'g Ledge is one of the Innumerable small islands that dot the Maine coast above Portland. A few years ago the fancy had taken me to buy the island—lt was only three acres in area—and later on I had put up a house, nothing very elegant, but every thing for comfort, a model bachelor's establishment. For our present need no better asylum could have offered. The island was small and occupied only by my own domestic establishment It lay in the bight of Oliver's Bay, quite a mile from the nearest shore, and there was but one other bit of land anywhere around—an uninhabited islet known as 'The Thimble,' that lay a quarter of a mile due east. Surely this isolation promised security. Here, if anywhere, we might snap oar nn gers at the machinations of M. Balen court and the mysterious Torty.' It would be rather cold off the Maine coast during this unseasonable sum mer, but there were fireplaces In plenty and stacks of driftwood. The only real difficulty lay in persuading my es timable sister to cut short her 'New port visit and come to me a month earlier than usual. •Finally. I left At to Betty to man age. 'I cant explain myself any clear er, my dear,' I ended up, rather lamely, •but it will be better for George. Will you do It?* " So you won't trust me with the se cret? No; you needn't protest—there is a secret, and I ought to know it. But you have put It so cleverly that I haven't any choice in the matter. "Better for George" indeed! Very good, mon oncle; I'll obey orders. But remember that It will be the worse for you later on, unless you can show good and sufficient reason for this ridiculous mystery. Poor, dear mamma! how she will hate to be plucked up—like an early radish. 1 And thereupon Miss Betty-sailed away with her small head tilted skyward. "But she did manage It, and by Thursday night the party was actually assembled at 'The Breakers.' There was a sou'easter on that night, but the driftwood burned stoutly In th« wide chimney piece, with now and then a cheerful sputter as a few stray drops sought to immolate themselves in the green and purple flames. " 'Not bo bad—eh. mamma?' said Betty, as she slipped another pillow behind Mrs. Catherwood's back and handed her the last volume of *Gyp,' with the pages neatly cut. And then she actually smiled over at me. I think I am beginning to understand Betty. "Again I pass over many uneventful days. "Nothing doing,' as Crawfurd put it, and laisser-faire was a good enough motto for our side of the house. The two children, of course, were blissfully happy. "Three, four, nearly six weeks, and no sign or sound from M'sieur Balen court. Not so surprising, after all, see- Ing that we were living on an island surrounded on all sides by deep water and no land within a mile except that little dot called The Thimble.' And while we didn't make any parade of our precautions, Crawfurd and I kept watch, just as w« used to do in the old Alert, on toe China station, twenty odd years ago. Moreover, the gar dener and my boatman were men who could keep their eyea open and their mouths shut, and, finally, there were the four dogs—two Great Danes, a col lie, and 'Snap/ the fox-terrier. It would have been a bold man who sought to visit Hoodman's Ledge, un invited, during that particular month and a half. •It was the morning of the Ist of August, and I was lounging on the piazza. Crewfurd being on duty at the time. The warm meather had come at last. The air was so soft and delight ful that the scientific review I had been reading slipped from my hand and I gave myself up to indolence, gazing lazily at the white pigeons that were trading about the lawn, between the boat house and a rustic pavilion over looking the tennis court. One bird I marked in particular, admiring his strong and graceful sweeps and dips as he circled about, possessed, as it were, with the pure joy of motion. I followed him as he sank down on a long slant to the lawn, swift as a bolt from the blue; then I rubbed my eyes in amaze. It was a pigeon of snowy whiteness that an instant before had been flying free; it was a coal-black nondescript that now fluttered feebly once or twice, and then lay still on the graveled path, close to the stone sun dial. I ran down the steps and bent over the pitiful thing. Pfui!—the bird was but a charred and blackened lump of dead flesh. There was a disagree able odor of burned feathers in the air. Mechanically my eye fell on the sun -dial: there was a spot the size of a silver dollar on the side of the pedes tal \vh°re the stone had crumbled and disintegrated, as though it had been i placed at the focus of some immensely powerful burning glass. I stepped be hind the sun-dial and looked out to sea. And there, in line with the pedes tal of the dial and the dead bird on the path, lay 'The Thimble.' "Now, as I have said, The Thimble' was a rocky islet only a few rods In extent, but densely wooded with spruce and blue gum. The goneral shape oi the rock as that of a lady's thimble; hence the name. Rather a picturesque object in the seascape, but, of course, utterly valueless except for occasional picnic uses—a bit of No Man's Land whose purpose in the economy of na ture had hitherto remained unfulfilled. But now? "I went back to the piazza and caught up a pair of stereo-binoculars that were lying on the table. There,' shining like a star through the close curtain of green that veiled 'The Thim ble,' was the projecting end of a highly polished tube of steel. And even as I ; gazed a man's face peered out as though in the act of sighting—Aram Balencourt! "Then I understood." The tube was j the means, of projecting some enor- v i mously powerful heatbeam whose na ture must be akin to that of the go called X-ray. The article I had been treading not ten minutes ago — what | was the title?—' Radium, the Wizard Metal' — that incomprehensible sub stance, forever sending forth its terri ble emanations, yet never diminished by even the ten-thousandth part of a •; grain—a natural force whose proper ties and functions were but imperfectly understood, even by the learned men who had succeeded in isolating it, an agent of such enormous potency that an ounce or two might serve to put a battleship out of commission—a couple of pounds and the universe itself were endangered. 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He announces that he hopes to find a serum which will make us Immune, but It is believed that most of us will prefer to keep this particular microbe, even If It sometimes does make us miserable. Have we at last found a remedy against the strange, mysterious, dread disease of sleep, which is slowly but? surely killing thousands of people in Africa? Many French physicians think that Dr. Lavaren. of the Institute de France, has, and that his discovery will save thousands of human lives. To get an answer to the question the American and Journal correspondent went to see Dr. Leveran the other day. LJke the late Prof. Niels Finsen, Prof. Koch and other great benefactors of humanity, Dr. Laveran is exceedingly modest and does not like to talk of his discovery; at least not as long as he Is not absolutely sure of having found an infallible cure. "First of all." he said, "let me ask you to tell your readers that I am not the discoverer of the microbe of the disease of sleep. I have never claimed to be. 'The honor of this discovery belongs to the English scientist Durton, who, three years ago, found the first tryp anosome. without, however, being able to identify it, a thing which was done a little over a year ago -by the Italian, Dr. CasteUani. Personally I have tried to devise a cure and believe that I am on the right road. "It is possible to inoculate animals with the disease of sleep, and I have ter. There was the pigeon lying dead on the walk. " Do hurry, George,' called out Bet ty's thin, sweet treble. She stood at the entrance to the pavilion and waved a tennis racquet impatiently. "'Coming,' was the cheerful re sponse, and Estes turned the corner of the house. He took the graveled path at full speed. In an instant or two at the farthest he would be passing be tween the sun-dial and the dead pigeon, in line with those deadly radiations. "We had been playing a little single wicket earlier in the day, and a cricket ball lay on the wicker table at my hand. I could not have uttered a word or a cry to save my life—to save his— but instinct held true. With a full, round-arm sweep the ball left my hand, catching the boy squarely on the fore head. He fell within his stride. "Betty was with us on the instant, but I seized and held her despite her struggles. Naturally, she thought I had gone mad. Then I looked over again at 'The Thimble,' just in time to see v sheet of palest-colored flame shoot up from the island. The dense mass of green foliage seemed to wither and consume away within the tick of a clock. Through the glass I caught a glimpse of a dark figure that rolled down to the water's .edge, clutching feebly at the shifting Whingle. Per haps a log. after aH—it lay so still. 'An instant later 'The Thimble' dis appeared in a cloud of grayish vapor, the dull sound of an explosion filled the ear, and the ground under our feet trembled. There was nothing to be seen, even with the glass, >save a light scum covering the water and some fragments of charred tree branches. But the air about us was full of a fine dust that powdered Betty's hair, as though for a costume ball, and made me cough consumedly. "Naturally, there were quite a num ber of explanations to make to Miss Betty after -George had been resusci tated—a slightly disfigured hero, but still in the ring—but I spare you. The dear girl listened quietly, but at the end she began to tremble, and I won't say but that she cried a bit. It doesn't matter if she did. and I think we all began to feel a little queer when we came to think it over. However, it was over —no possible doubt about that. These Actual Photographs Taken on the First Battlefield of Llau-yang Shows: At Top, Russian Battery Wrecked and Captured by Japs, at Bottom, a Squad of Jap Soldiers Guarding Russian Equipment made many experiments with this on various animals at the Pasteur insti tute." 'But have you succeeded in curing any of the animals?" it was asked. "Yes; after having: experimented with many serums I finally gave up that method, but I have achieved very satisfactory results with simple medi caments. I cannot, however, at the present announce the nature of theae, but will do so very shortly In a report to the academy of medicine. "The disease of sleep has been known for more than a century- It has killed hundreds of thousands- of natives, especially in Uganda, where whole villages have often been wiped out. The disease is a3 dangerous to white men as it is to the negroes. It is not very contagious, but is spread by a specie of fly which infests those countries." ■ Accepting the Alternative "Wot ye_ tryin' ter do wid dat dorg?" "De doc tells me I gotter quit boozin' or go blind, so I gotter train de purp ter lead me, ain't I?"— Houston Post. Copyright, 1904, By Harper & Brothers " 'One thing I don't understand,' said Crawfurd. 'There were to be three warnings, and Estes only received two of the red buttons. Whereupon Betty blushed, and drew a little package from her pocket " 'It came last night directed to George,' she said, "but I forgot to give it to him. It broke open in my pocket and it contained this.' She held out to us the third red button. That was de cent of Balencourt—to have given the last warning. "There is only one possible hypothe sis to account for the catastrophe. Balencourt was dealing with a terrible force,- whose nature was dealing with a terrible force, whose nature was but partially understood, even by science. He had intended to use it to fulfill the vengeance of the Dawn,' but some thing had happened, and in an instant the monster had turned and rended its master. That is all that we can knew. "Two days later George and. Betty were married, for they stuck to the original date in spite of the fact\ that George, with a lump on his forehead as big as the cricket ball itself, did not make a particularly presentable bride groom. I carried an umbrella at the function whose incomparable roljing was, remarked upon by all. Need I say that it was the same umbrella that -Balencourt's man, Jarman, had manipulated for me that fateful even ing when we dined at the Argyle. I shall never unroll that umbrella, even at the cost of a wetting. To me it is a memento." "There's melodrama for you," said Indiman, a little shamefacedly as he finished. "But one feels differently, you know, about taking chances where a nice girl like Betty is concerned. Let me see; it's still early. Do you feel up to taking that long-deferred ride on a trolley car? Good! We'll take the cross-town over to Eighth avenue and get into the heart of it at once." "That's an unlucky number," said Indiman, as we boarded a car. Six teen hundred and twenty-four—the sum of the units is equal tb thirteen." "You're going to lose some money," I suggested. "The tip points that way," he re plied. (To be continued.) FRIEND PICKED HER HCJSBANDFORHER PHILADELPHIA, Pa., Nov. 12.—"1 know a man you ought to marry," eaid a friend of Miss Elizabeth Gal lagher, of Bryn Mawr, five days ago. "Well, If you think he'll do, tell him to write to me," replied Miss Gal lagher. The next day Miss Gallagher receiv ed a letter from Michael Watterers, of Tower City, Pa- He followed the let ter with a personal call, and at the end of two hours they liked each other so well that Watterers proposed mar riage and was blushingly told by the young woman to come back in a .day' for his answer. The next day the en gagement was formally announced. Last night Miss GallagHer became Mrs. Watterers in the Church of Oui Mother of Good Counsel at Bryi Mawr.'