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TI1E YALE EXPOSITOR, FRIDAY, JUNE 4, 1909.
A.J.L" i' .. '. "" ... ' ".J1' 1 " .. n ,,lll,lt.".... Jin '.'.LMii""!"' For an Instant They Were SYNOPSIS. "Mad" Dan Maltliiml. on reaching his Now York bachelor club, iiu-t an attrac tive young woman nt the door. Janitor O'Hayran assured Mm no on had tnen within that day. Dan discovered a wom an's tinker prints In dut on his dosk. alonii with a letter froi his attorney. Maitlind dined with Huniurm;in, his at tornev. Dan set out for Urt-enrlelds. to Kt his family Jewels. During his walk to the country seat, he met the young woman in gray, whom he had seen leav ing his bachelors' club. Her auto had broken down. He fixed It. Hy a ruse Khe. "lost" him. Maltlamt. on reaching home, surprised lady In gray, cracking the safe containing his (tenia. She. apparently, took him for a well-known crook. Daniel Anlsty. Half-hypnotized, Maltland .ened his safe, toolc therefrom the J'-eI, und gave them to her, first formfn, a part nership in crime. CHAPTER IV. Continued. The Interior of the safe was re vealed In a shape little different from that of the ordinary household strong box. There were several account I books, ledgers and the like, together ;wlth Borne packages of docketed bills, Sin the pigeon holes. The cash box, litself a safe within a saf showed a blank face broken by a small combl- nation dial. Uehlnd this. In a se icreted compartment, the Maltland heir looms languished, half forgotten of jthfclr heedless owner. I The cash box combination offered less difficulty than had the outer dial. Maltland had It open in a twinkling. (Then, brazenly lifting out the inner i framework bodily, he thrust a fum bllng hand into the aperture thus dls jclosed and pressed the sprtng, re leasing the panel at the back. It dis appeared as though by witchcraft, and the splash of light from the bull's eye discovered a canvas bag squatting ihumbly in the secret compartment; a jfatllttlecanvas bag, considerably soiled if rum much handling, such as Is used 'by banks for coin, a sturdy, matter-of-.'fact, every -day sort of . canvas bag, iwith nothing about it of hauteur, no air of self-importance or ostentation, (to betray the fact that It was the re ceptacle of a small fortune. I At Maltland's ear, incredulous: "How did you guess?" she breathed, i He took thought and breafli, both Jbrlefly, and prevaricated shaioelessly: ("Bribed the head clerk of the safe manufacturer who built this." : Rising, he passed over to the center table, the girl following. "Steady with the light," he whispered; anfl loose'! the string around the mouti. of th bag, pouring Its contents, a gr'rtenlnr priceless, flaming, iridlscent Leasur horde, upon the table. "Oh!" said a small voice at his side And again and again: "Oh," Oh! Ohl' Maitland himself was moved by the wonder of It. The Jewels seemed to fill the room with a flashing, amazing, coruscant glamour, ralnbow-llke. His breath came hot and fast as he gated upon the trove; a queen's ramsom, a fortune Incalculable even to its owner. As for the girl, he thought that the wonder of it must have struck her dumb. Not a sound came from the upot where she stood. PICTURES "'7 Swaying Back and Forth. Then, abruptly, the sun went out; at least, such was the effect; the light of the hand lamp vanished utterly, leaving a partly-colored blur swim ming against the impenetrable black ness, before his eyes. His lips opened; but a small hand fell firmly upon his own, and a tiny, tremulous whisper shrilled in his ear. "Hush ah, hush!" "What?" "Steady . . . some one coming. . . . the jewels." He heard the dull musical clash of them as her hands swept them back Into the bag, and a cold, sickening fear rendered him almost faint with the sense of trust misplaced, Illusion re solved into brutal realities. His fingers closed convulsively about her wrists; but she held passive. "Ah, but I might have expected that!" came her reproachful whisper. "Take them, then, my my partner that was." Her tone cut like a knife, and the touch of the canvas bag, as she forced it into his hands, was hate ful to him. "Forgive me " he began. "Rut listen!" For a space he obeyed, the silence at first seeming tremendous; then, faint but distinct, he heard the tinkle and slide of the brazen rings support ing the smoking room portiere. His hand sought the girl's; she had not moved, and the cool, firm pressure of her fingers steadied him. He thought quickly. "Quick!" he told her in the leaat of whispers. "Leave by the window you opened arid wait for me by tho motor cr.r." "No!" There was no time to remonstrate with her. Already he had slipped away, shaping a course for the entrance to the passage, nut the dominant thought In his mind was that at all costs the girl must be spared the exposure. She wes to be saved, whatever the hazard. Afterwards , The tapestry rustled; but he was yet too far distant to spring. He crept on with the crouching, vicious attitude, mental and physical, of a panther stalking Its prey. Like a thunderclap from a clear sky the glare of the light broke out from the celling. Maltland paused, trans fixed, on tiptoe, eyes incredulous, brain striving to grapple with the astounding discovery that had come to hln. ' The third factor stood In tVi door J way, slender and tall, in c.enlC dress ' --as was Maltland a light, fir jver- .;oat hanging open from his shoulders; one hand holding back the curtain, the other arrested on the light switch. His Hps dropped open and his eyes, too, were protruding with amazement. Fea ture for feature he was the counter pert of the man before him; in a word, here was the real Anisty. The wonder of it all saved the day for Maltland; Anlsty's astonishment was Blncere and the more complete In that, unlike Maitland, he had been unprepared to find auj one ia the library. For a nw Becond his gaze left Maitland and traveled on to the girl, then to the rifled safe taking In the whole significance of the scene. When he spoke, it was as if dazed. "Hy God!" he crled-or, rather, the syllables seemed to Jump from his Hps like bullets from a gun. The words shattered the tableau. On their echo Maltland sprang and fas tened his finsers around the other's throat. Carried off his feet by the sheer ferocity of the assault, Anlsty gave ground a little. For an Instant they were swaying back and forth, with advantage to neither. Then the burglar's collar slipped and somehow tore from Its stud, giving Maltland's hands freer play. His grasp tightened about the man's gullet; he shook him mercilessly. Anlsty staggered, gasped, reeled, struck Maitland once or twice upon the chest feeble, weightless el bow Jabs that went for nothing, then concentrated his energies In a vain attempt to wrench the hands from his throat. Reeling, tearing at Maltland's wrists, face empurpling, eyes staring in agony, he stumbled. Mercilessly Maitland forced him to his knees and bullied him across the floor toward the nearest lounge with premeditated de sign; finally succeeding In throwing him flat; and knelt upon his chest, re taining his grip but refraining from throtlllng him. As it was, all strength and thought of resistance had been choked out of Anlsty. He lay at length, gasping painfully. Maitland glanced over his shoulders and saw the girl moving forward, ap parently making for the switch. "No!" he cried, peremptorily. "D"ra't turn off the light please!" "Hut " she doubted. "Let me have those curtain cords, If ycu please," he requested, shortly. She followed his gaze to the win dows, interpreted his wishes, and was very quick to carry them out. In a trice she was offering him half a dozen of the heavy, twisted silk cords that had been used to loop back the curtains. Soft yet strong, they were excellent ly well adapted to Maltland's needs. Unceremoniously he swung his captive over on his side, bringing his neck and ankles in Juxtaposition to the legs of that substantial piece of furniture, the lounge. His hands, the first to be secured, and tightly, behind his back, Anisty lay helpless, glaring vindictively the while gradually he recovered consciousness and strength. Maltland cared little for his evil glances; he was busy. The burglar's ankles .were next bound to gether and to the lounge leg; and. an. Instant later, a brace of half-hltches about the man's neck and the nearest support entirely eliminated him as a possible factor in subsequent events. "Those loops around your throat," Maltland warned him curtly, "are loose enough now, but If you struggle they'll tighten and strangle you. Un derstand?" Anisty nodded, making an inco herent sound with his swollen tongue. At which Maltland frowned, smitten thoughtful with a new consideration. "You mustn't talk, you know," he mused half aloud; and, whipping forth a handkerchief, gagged Mr. Anlst After which, breathing hard and in a maze of perplexity, he got to his feet. Already his hearing, quickened by the emergency, had apprised him of the situation's imminent hazards. It needed not the girl's hurried whisper, "The servants!" to warn him of their danger. From the rear wing of the mansion the sounds of hurrying feet were distinctly audible, as, presently, were the heavy, excited voices of men and the more shrill and frightened cries of women. Heedless of her displeasure, Malt land seized the girl by the arm and urged her over to the open window. "Don't hang back!" he told her ner vously. "You must get out of this be fore they see you. Do as I tell you, please, and we'll save ourselves yet! If we both make a run for it, we're lost. Don't you understand?" "No. Why?" she demanded, reluc tant, spirited, obstinateand lovely In his eyes. "If he were anybody else," Maltland Indicated, with a Jerk of his head to ward the burglar. "But didn't you see? He must be Maltland and he's my double. I'll stay, brazen it out, then, as soon as possible, make my es cape and Join you by the gate. Your motor's there wait! Be ready for me" But she had grasped his Intention and was suddenly become pliant to his will. "You're wonderful!" she told him with a little low laugh; and was gone, silently as a spirit. The curtains fell behind her in long, straight folds; Maltland stilled their swaying with a touch, and stepped back into the room. For a moment he caught the eye of the fellow oa the floor; it was upturned to his, sardonic ally intelligent. But the lord of the manor had little time to debate con sequences. Abruptly the door was flung wide and a short stout man, clutching up his trousers with a frantic hand, burst into tne norary, nranaisninr. over head a rampant revolver. i '"Ands hup!" he cried, levLg at ; Maltland. And then, with f fallen countenance: "O-r-r reat VavijHi, sir! j You, Mister Maltland, sir!" "Ah, Hlgglns," his employer greeted the butler blandly. Hlgglns pulled up, thunderstruck, panting and perspiring with agitation. His fat cheeks quivered like the wat tles of a gobbler, and his eyes bulged at, by degrees, he became alive to the situation. Maitland began to explain, forestall ing the embarrassments of cross-examination. "I the mest -ccider H'rlus II was passing in my car with a party of friends. Just for a Joke I thought I'd eteal up to the house and see how you were behaving yourselves. By chance again I happened to see this light through the library windows." And Maltland, putting an incautious hand upon the bull's-eye on the desk, with drew it instantly, with an exclamation of annoyance and four scorched ' fin gers. "He's been at the safe," he added quickly, diverting attention from him self. "I was just in time." "My wor-r-rd!" said Hlgglns, with emotion. Then quickly: "Did 'e get anythln', do you think, sir?" Maitland shook his head, scowling over the butler's burly shoulders at the rapidly augmenting concourse of serv ants in the hallway lackeys, grooms, maids, cooks, and what-not; a back ground of pale, scared faces to the tableau in the library. "This won't do," considered Maitland. "Get back, all of you!" he ordered, sternly, Indi cating the group with a dominant and inflexible forefinger. "Those who are wanted will be sent for. Now go! Hlgglns, you may stay." "Yes, sir. Yes, sir. But wot an 'orrid 'appenin', sir, if you'll permit me " "I won't. Be quiet and listen. This man is Anlsty Handsome Dan Anisty, the notorious Jewel thief, wanted badly by the police of a dozen cities. You understand? . . . I'm going now to motor to the village and get th constables; I may," he invented, des perately, "be delayed may have to get a detective from Brooklyn. If this scoundrel stirs, don't touch him. Let him alone he can't escape If you do. Above all things, don't you dare to re move that gag!" "Most cert'lnly, sir. I shall bear In mind wot you says " "You'd best," grimly. "Now I'm off. No; I don't want any attendance I know my way. And don't touch that man till I return." "Very good, sir." Maitland stepped over to the safe, glanced within, cursorily, replaced a bundle of papers which he did not re call disturbing, closed the kor and twirled the combination. "Nothing gone," he announced. An Inarticulate gurgle from the prostrate man drew a black scowl from Malt land. Recovering, "Good morning," he said politely to the butler, and striding out of the house by the front door, was careful to slam that behind him, ere darting into the shadows. The moon was down, the sky a cold, opaque gray, overcast with a light drift of cloud. The park seemed very dark, very dreary; a searching breeze was sweeping Inland from the sound, soughing sadly in the tree tops; a chill humidity permeated the air, pre cursor of rain. The young man shiv ered, both with chill and reaction from the tension of the emergency Just past. He was aware of an instantaneous loss of heart, a subsidence of the elation which had upheld hira through out the adventure; and to escape this, to forget or overcome it, took imme diately to his heels, scampering madly for the road, oppressed with fear lest he should find the girl gone with the jewels. That she should prove untrue, faith less, lacking even that honor which proverbially obtains in the society of criminals a consideration of such a possibility was intolerable, as much so as the suspense of ignorance. He cculd not, would not, believe t her capable of Ingratitude so rank; and fought fiercely, unreasonlngly, against the conviction that she would have fol lowed her thievish instincts and made off with the booty. ... A Judgment meet and right upon him for his madness! Heart in mouth, he reached the gates, passing through without dis covering her, and was struck dumb aud witless with relief when she stepped quietly from the shadows of a low branching tree, offering him a guiding hand. "Come," she said, quietly. "This way." , Without being exactly conscious of what he was about he caught the hand in both his own. "Then," he ex ulted almost passionately "then you didn't" His voice choked In his throat. Her face, momentarily upturned to his, gleamed pale and weary in the dreary light; the face of a tired child, troubled, saddened; yet with eyes In expressibly sweet. She turned away, . tugging at her hand. (TO BE CONTINUED.) PROOP OF SIGHT IN PLANTS. Nature Student Comes Forward with Convincing Argument. "Darwin believed that plants could see, and I believe so, too," said a na ture student "I was reading on my veranda the other day; one foot was near a large convolvulus. The tendrils were point ing outwards, but In a few minutes I heard them rustle faintly the were turning towards my shoe. They began to advance towards It, moving a a very sluggish serpent might have done, and by the time I had finished the Joke column they were within a few lncnes me- I went Indoors then Tor nner. m "turn the convoIvulustTtfdrlls, disgusted, had resumed their outward march towards the rail. "I got a pole and set It up a foot from the nearest tendrils. In ten min utes they were creeping sturdily towards the pole. To-day they are twined about it. "How could the convolvulus tendrils approach my foot and the pole, both placed In the opposite direction from the light, unless they saw? Yes. they must have sight, these plants, or they couldn't trot about In the silent, cUver way they do." 3o U WHY I AM A o CHRISTIAN Br REV.A. C.DIXON, D.D., FmIw f Ih. Chtc.ti A... IMocV.) Cbiwcb Clii..,.. 3o I am a Christian because I am a theist, and I am a thelst because I am a thinker. Not necessarily a pro found thinker, but my thinking ma chine Is so con structed that If I will let It work It compels me to be lieve in a God who reigns in his world. A few weeks ago In an Arizona desert I saw the leaves of the grease-wood covered with an oily substance de signed, evidently, to prevent evapora tion of sap during the long drought. I saw the mesquite bush with its large, long roots evidently designed to store sap during the brief rainy season and keep In touch with the underground streams that the branches above ground might be supported during the drought. I saw the giant cactus with Its storeroom for water, which Is filled during the rainy season and preserved for its own use and the use of man and beast during the drought. Now the naturalist says that "Nature" does these things for a specific purpose. And as I stood among these evidences of design in the desert I asked the question: "Is Nature a thing or a thinker?" If Nature does not think, how can Nature design? And if Na ture thinks, Nature is not a thing but a personality. My mental machin ery is so made that thought compels me to infer a . thinker and design a designer. Intelligent result compels me to Infer intelligent cause. Every man, therefore, has his god, the thinker, behind the thoughts ex pressed in Nature, the design behind the designer, the intelligent cause be hind the intelligent result. The bush man of Africa gives to his fetich tho power to think, design and act. The Chinaman gives to his idol in human shape the same attributes. A philos opher like Herbert Spencer calls his Idol "the great unknowable." I am a Christian, again, because I am a rationalist, willing that sound reason should be my guide, and sound reason is mode3t and honest enough to admit that it is not infallible or even sufficient as a guide. There is no such thing as universal reason. What appears reasonable to one is ut terly unreasonable to another. There are degrees of reason from the half idiot to the philosopher. My own reason is modest enough to admit that it is a very fallible and Imperfect guide, and, believing as I do In a personal God who cares for his creatures, my reason leads me to expect that he will reveal himself through some other channel. Agnos ticism, which Is a sort of science of ignorance concerning God, is a strong witness In favor of a revelation of God in some direct way, for, if It be true Jhat man cannot discover God by look ing Into his own inner consciousness or through the telescope and the mic roscope, this furnishes a strong pre sumption that he will reveal himself In some other way. I am thus pre pared to receive the revelation of God in a book, and, though there are difficulties and mysteries which I may not fully understand, I believe that the proof In favor of the Bible's being a revelation from God is so over whelming that a man who knows the proof cannot reject It without doing violence to his reason. I am a Christian, again, because I am a scientist. I do not mean that I devote all my time to scientific Inves tigations, but I believe in the scien tific method of "gaining and verifying knowledge by exact observation and correct thinking." An ounce of fact is worth a ton of theory. A group of philosophers were debating the ques tion whether a fish introduced Into a bucket of water would increase its weight and one of them had proved to his own satisfaction that It would not. "Let us try it," said Benjamin Frank lin. A bucket of water was brought in and weighed. Then a fish was In troduced and the weight was Increased by the weight of the fish. That set tled It It Is scientific to account for facts with little heed to fads and fancies. And there are two facts which must be accounted for the Bible and Jesus Christ The proofs In favor of the Bi ble as the inspired- word of God and of Jesus Christ as tha incarnate God are so abundant and conclusive that any one who knows the proofs and refuses to accept the Bible as Inspired and Christ as divine does violence to the scientific spirit. He refuses to admit the existence of the sun while it is shining In the heavens. I am a Christian, once more, be cause I am a man whose every need of mind and heart is met In Christ "the Son of Man." His Ideal of hu man greatness attracts me. The world ly ideal is power which masters oth ers. Christ's ideal Is service. "Who soever will be chief among you let him be your servant, even as the Son of Man came not to be ministered unto, but to minister and to give his life a ransom for many." The climax of this greatness is seen on the cross as the Son of Man "suffered for our sins, the Just for the unjust, that he might bring us to God," settling for ever the sin question for all who will accept him as Saviour and Lord. NOT A MATTER OF LOYALTY. Simple But Insuperable Reason Why Subject Could Not Kneel Before Hie King. One fancies that few types of men, can, from time to time, have afforded royalty more amusement of a quiet sort than provincial mayors of Eng land. "From the Foreland to Pen sance," by Clire Holland, contains the story of a mayor of Weymouth who, during one of the visits of King George to the town, was destined to afford "comic relief to a ceremony of ome Importance. The occasion was the presentation cf an address of welcome to the king, and we are told that the mayor, on ap proaching to present It, to the aston ishment and dismay of all, instead of kneeling, 'as he had been told to do, seized the queen's hand to shake It as he might that of any other lady. Col. Gwynne, the master of the cere monies, hurriedly told him of the faux pas, saying: "You should hare kneeled, sir." "Sir, I cannot," was the reply. "Everybody does, sir," hotly asserted tke colonel. The mayor grew red, and evidently much upset, exclaimed: "Confound It, sir, but I've got a wooden leg!" History records that "a smile suf fused the face of her majesty) and the king laughed outright" Youth's Com panion. Logical Reasoning. A certain young man's friends thought he was dead, but he was only la a state of coma. When, In ample time to avoid being buried, he showed signs of life, he was asked how It seemed to be dead. "Dead?" he exclaimed. "I wasn't dead. I knew all that was going on. And I knew I wasn't dead, too, be cause my feet were cold and I was hungry." "But how did that fact make you think you were still alive?" asked one of the curious. "Well, this way: I knew that If I were in heaven I wouldn't be hun gry. And if I was In the other place my feet wouldn't be cold." Household Hint. "Do you know how to use a chafing dish?" "Yes," answered Mr. Slrius Barker. "I have some novel Ideas on the sub ject." "What are they?" "The best way I know of to use a chafing dish is to punch a hole In the bottom of it, paint it green and plant flowers In it." Washington Star. Iron Ore Fields In Finland. Though Finland has been regarded up to the present time as being ex tremely poor in iron ores, recent re search has proved the existence of ore fields In South Finland (Nyland), and above all in the Ladoga lake district which seem to be worth the expense of mining. For research purposes a company has been formed. - , Athleticism Extraordinary. "Why," said the first athletic boast er, "every morning before breakfast I get a bucket and pull up 90 gallons from the well." 'That's nothing," re torted the other. "I get a boat every morning and pull up the river." Uni versallst Leader. The Vegetarian. Nebuchadnezzar was eating grass. "Yes," he remarked. "I have coma down to being a consumer." Herewith he regretted his lost es tate. Succinct. Justice O'Halloran Have you any children. Mrs. Kelly? Mrs. Kelly I hov two living an wan married! Judy. The difference between a cook and a chef Is that the latter can fix up things to eat so you can't tell what they are. A man ought to know a great deal to acquire a knowledge of the Immen sity of his ignorance. Lord Palmers-ton. Appetite Calls For food which promotes a prompt flow of the digestive juices r3 - . -mmmmitmmm m A i vaium Cereal Co I a 4Tho Tasto Lingers." Popular pkg toe; Large Family size 15c OPERATION HER'ONLYi. CIMCE WasCured by LydiaEPink ham'sVegetable Compound Adrian, Ga. -"I goffered untold misery from a female weakness and disease, and I could not stand more than a minute at a time. My doctor said an operation was the only chance I had, and I dreaded it almost as much as death. One day I was reading how other women bad been cured by Lydia E. Pinkham's Vege table Compound, and decided to try it Before I had taken one bottle I was better, and now I am completely cured." Lena V. Hknry, Route No. 3, Adrian, Ga. Why will women take chances with an operation or drag out a sickly, half-hearted existence, missing three fourths of the joy of living, when they can find health in Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound? For thirty years it has been the standard remedy for female ills, and has cured thousands of women who have been troubled with such ail ments as displacements, inflammation, ulceration, fibroid tumors, irregulari ties, periodic pains, backache, indiges tion, and nervous prostration. If you have tho slightest doubt that Lydia E. Pinkham's Vege table Compound will help you, write to Mm. lMnkham at Lynn, Mass., for adTice.v Your letter will be absolutely confidential and the advice free. Women to Fight Tuberculosis. One million women, representing cities, towns, villages and Isolated rural settlements In every section of tke country, are to-day enlisted in a campaign against tuberculosis, accord ing to a statement Issued by the Na tional Association for the Study and Prevention of Tuberculosis. In legis latures, In congress at Washington, in society gatherings, in churches and clubs, through speaking and writing in every possible way, the women of the country are persistently fighting consumption. With an organization established In every state of the country, under the direction of the General Federation of Women's 'Clubs, and with associated clubs In Alaska, the Hawaiian islands, Porto Rico and the canal zone, the women of the country have entered a systematic crusade to carry the mes sage of the prevention and cure of tuberculosis into every American home. The Captain's Repartee. The captain of a trans-Atlantic liner, having become Irritable as a result of some minor troubles in the ship's management and the unusually large number of ridiculous Inquiries made by tourists, was heading for the "bridge" when a dapper young man halted him to Inquire the cause of the commotion off the starboard side of the ship. Being on the port side, the captain politely replied, with some sarcasm, he was not certain, but thought It possible that a cat fish had just had kittens. What-to-Eat Exclusive. "WTiere do the Hottentots live, Mary?" a public-school teacher asked one of her pupils. "I don't know, 'm," said Mary, primly. "Ma won't let me visit any of the people In this neigh borhood." Youth's Companion. You can never make a woman be lieve that she Isn't saving money when she spends ten cents In car tare in order to obtain a dollar article for I cents. in addition to supplying nour ishment. rXl Post Toasties is a most delicious answer to appetite. It is, at the same time, full of the food-goodness of White Corn, and toasted to a crisp delicious brown. I A i ' v,. 4 . . -