The Crosbyton Review. (Crosbyton, Tex.), Vol. 13, No. 37, Ed. 1 Friday, September 23, 1921 Page: 3 of 8
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Store Philip Severn, Hulled States
■consular agent, notices a small box
.which attracts him. He "purchases
it. Later he' discovers in a secret
compartment a writing giving- a
clew to ^ vrYo'.uttonary moyeinent.-.
-ta.--tlij? rrsmiv-f s-cpirin;-, 10 overthrow
the Chilean government." The" writ-
ing mentions a rendezvous, and
Severn, decides to investigate. Flntf-
1 th ill m-< i 1 it in the writ-
ing app irently decried, Severn
visits «. saloon In the. .yicinity. A
woman in the place is mot by a
man, seemingly by appointment,
sV'd -> ■■eni,'his sutn'riona aroused,
follows them. They go to the des-
ignated meeting place, an aban-
doned iron foundry. At the ren-
dezvous Severn is accepted as one
,of the conspirators^and admitted.
He meets a stranger who addresses
him as Harry'Daly. .The incident
plays into "Severn's hands and he
accepts It. His new -acquaintance
* Is a notorious thief. "Gentleman
George" Harris. Concealed, Severn
hoars the girl he had followed ad-
dress the conspirators. She urges.
them to hasten the work of the rev-
Olution. The girl discovers Severn
listening. She accepts his explana-
tion of his presence and malces an
appointment to meet him next day\
He tells h«r his name is Daly, Har-
hiij informs him of a scheme he has
to seeuro—a--sum amountinp- to
$1,000,000, the revolutionary fund,.
-^d^o^c3-fb--'^piMLmith_hto.:Se3^
ern accepts the proposition. Sev-"'
ern learns it was his new friend
and a "Captain Alva" who had
lost the box which started him on
the trail. Harris tells him the
woman ts Marie Gessler. He ar-
ranges to meet Severn next day at
Tom Costigan's saloop. Leaving1'
the building, Severn finds the body
of Captain Alva, stabbed to death
with a hatpin dagger. He remem-
bers having seen it, or one like it.
-•in - Marie Gessler's. hat.. ..Severn. Ss
forced to believe she is the slayer.
enf, mo on thfis 'wild goofee chase so
that sBe might laugh over my sim-
plicity, But was this true? If so
how was I to account for the strange
joincident that both she and Harris
had named the .«vnie'v-nun*be$r>. and
stleftV It could nor .-have occurred
merely through chance. Something
must have happened in the mean-
while 1"o overthrow atl her plans, and
to cause this rabid housekeeper to
even deny her very existence. And
held the key of explanation—the mur-
der of. Alva. , .,
Beyond all doubt here was both
"cause "and effect. The girl had intend
ed to either see me herself, or by
proxy in the form of this mysterious
Miss" Conrad. But what had since
occurred had compelled a sudden
change in plans, a necessity for con-
cealing her escape. There was no
• way in which she eould- notify me, . btJt
she might very easily have% telephoned
to her landlady. And, if the place
was what I suspicioned it to be, sl
might have every confidence that her
CHAPTER VII—Continued
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There* was no «Wtwaru sign , of any
surveillance as I turngd into the
block; indeed except for a grocery
truck before one of the housed, and
an organ-grinder at the farlK'er" cor-
ner, entertaining a group of children,
the street was entirely deserted. Mus-
tering my. courage. and with a feeling
of deep excitement, I advanced up
the'" steps of the house numbered 247.
and, finding refugee in the outer vesti-
:-bules-rang_.the.-.hell I. heard..nojlis-
tant tinkle, but within a moment or
two the door opened a crack, held in
- fcac posltlon by a chain, and the face
of a middle-aged woman peered out
at me,
"Well, what is it?" she snapped, in
no encouraging' tone.
"I should like to see Miss Conrad," I-
began apologetically. "I have ail ap-
pointment with her."
"Not here yer ain't, young man, for
there ain't nobody by that name in
this house."
"Are you sure? This is 247( ls .it
not? That was the number given me.
She was to be here at two o'clock."
"This yere is 247 all right. I ain't
d'enyin' that," the voice more acid
"than ever, "but: there ain't no Miss
Conrad yere; so that's all there is
about it."
IJ: ''But--there must be."
""Must be nutliin'! I guess I know.
I've been yere .seventeen years, an'
ther never was nobody of that name
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tp this house. Besides, I'm house-
i cleaniu' >and can't stand yere tflftfin'
all dnj'."
"Do you know a man ne;«ed
Krantz?" I flung at her desperately,'
ta^ar4ttsteffart:^
sponse, "Adolp.b Krantz."
"No, I don't; ther ain't bone of
those people yere, I tell yer." ~
The door slapped shut in my face,
BffiTT hefird ^^trWdr-iMer'^Jtor^
the lnteisview .was ended,
•il. I stated a moment at the blank door
. , ' , In bewilderment; then turtted away,,
and slowly retraced my steps to the
street 9 f the young woman de-
Uherately 11m| to m6; had merely been
amufling hm-VsM at rav expense; had
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secret would be guarded.
I , glanced up at the front of the
house, searching the windows) but
without results. The curtains were
closely drawn to keep out the sun,
tind the place appeared forlorn and
deserted. At the delicatessen shop on
^he-em^ier- I-tfained a cieam -of -light,
but merely enough to "strengthen my
former judgment. The keeper, a flax-
en-haired' Swede, was loquacious
enough, but had only been in business
there a few weeks.
"247 Le Compte, you say. Yes, sh?
takes roomers; some are'men, and
some are women. They come in here
and buy, but I never ask the names; 11
was all cash, so why should I care?
Sometimes I hear them call names—
sure; but never Conrad. The woman
what keeps the house? Wait and I
tell you; it is on the books; ah! you
read as she wrote it for me—Mrs. Au-
gusta Waldron; maybe a widow?
What you think? Bah, she never like
anything I have to sell. I care noth-
ing fov trade with her—a cat this Mrs.
Augusta Waldron." ~~
I left him with the familiar sound
of the name ringing in my ears—the
««Eh®le«^teig-«< \55a&.£fcEaarellngrS,iaK>araeiE(de
and the circle was growing continual-
ly more compact. Blindly, I was
stumbling up against it J here and
there- • most unexpectedly. Augusta
Waldron, beyond doubt, was Ivan Wal-
dron's wife. No wonder her house
.was -designated..,the ..mc<iting place, for
those people.
I returned to the hotel. Only as I
stood before the door did I realize
that the newsboys were calling out,
"Extra! All about the murder!" 1
felt that my face was white, and that
hy hand shook, yet I hastily bought
copies of half a dozen sheets shoving
them into my pockets.
The reports were mostly alike, ex-
ceedingly brief and unsatisfactory, ex-
cept that they conveyed the impres-
sion that: thus far the police possessed
no real clue as to the perpetrator of
the crime. No one connected with
the meeting the night before was men-
tioned in any article, nor was any sus-
picion of such' a meeting mentioned. 1
read the last line with afllistinct feel-
ing of relief, dropping the paper on
the floor.
They had discovered no clii#, noth-
ing whatever to work upon. The in-
terior of the car had yielded no evi-
dence of its former occupant, the only
reference being to mud on the floor.
Outside all footprints had been ob-
JiterfltftfT hy the falling rain. No one
in the neighborhood had heard a
sound, or witnessed any movement.
The whole affair was,shrouded in mys-
tery. —- ———
What, under these conditions, was
my'duty?. What could I either do,:. Or
-^^.-;?lo^larif^4hi^ragedy,-^d-Jjjing.
the guilty to Justice? I sat there for
an hour thinking and smoking, en-
deavoring to answer these queries. 1
could study out no clear way to any
confession, which would not directly
involve, myself in the toils of the po-
lice, or else implicate Marie Gessler,
•so as to make any defense on her part
almost impossible. No doubt she was
guilty^ yet I could not drive myself to
openly charge her with the crime.
There must be some extenuating cir-
cumstances, some unknown cause,
which had led to the act. I could not
forget her face, her manner, the clear,
womanly look of her eye—she was no
murderess, and it was not in my heart
to denounce her as such. Besides, if
I took this responsibility if would
only., tic we .to shield ,o.i her. crime,? of..,
more importance than the violent
death of this Chilean revolutionary—
(he murder perhaps of-many innocent
victims, and the destruction of much
valuable property. For Alva's (death
would hardly stop Hie plotting already
on foot. The money was still here in
New York ready to be usedthe propa-
gandists at Washington would never
permit it to long lie Idle. They would
find somewhere another leader, abd I
Alone-seemed to be-in a position to
balk their hellish purpose. Perhaps
It was even by their orders that Alvn
had thus been put out of the way.
He had acted too slowly, and sus-
picion tblcht have been aroused as to
: Yetr e Ven if11Hie Hisilent, I~Tcr'iew
imi in which dipectionxto turn. I h <i)
apparently lost al'i' touch with the*
girl. She had failed me completely.'—
cither by accident, or design, ller ai>
twiatmeut. with-. ■ meljuuL served to > ce*
.'eat.only one- fact which might pwiwe
of Importance—-2:47 Le Compte- street
was undoubtedly a link in the chain
of the conspiracy-; it was- the honm- of
'ty.au- Waldrorv. Once I told tiiiN- dis-
covery to. Harris tlie way mlgJM be
ipened 'to closer- investigation;. But
what-had become of Harris ? I'i was
already approaching six o.'cl'oafc^ and
the man had not telephoned m t Sure'-'
iy he tnttst he aware hy this tfitm of
the murder of Alva; the uselessness
>f seeking longer to rind bciin alive.
Was he also endeavoring to> avoid me?
vas his purpose deceit? had some
suspicion arisen in his miTiid, as to my
i-eaOy being Harry Dalyi- ...
Aroused by this possibility^ and nn-
able to remain quiet logger-, I slipped
•i revolver from the depths of my bag
into a coat pocket, and departed again
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Secjowirj vXaliace'm:eivingt70rarr«(C!liUto boysandi^iirWwriw were spenumg a weett at me University o. .u • ylansS
(a rucognitiooi £ their agriculsumi aeh^-veuients. Sir. Wallace shook hands with them and showed them throu-
grounds., ''
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Two "Louise Brides" in Potsdam
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'■They Tell
IVle You're
Parker."
Hunting
for Costigan's, determined to leant the
truth. I approached the same bar-
morning, and he must have recalled
me at once, for, without answering
my question he turned and called out
to a heavily set, red-faced fellow at
the lower end of the bar.
"Dan, here is that guy who was
asking for Parker. He ain't heard
iruthin' from him."
The other came forward, elbowing
his way roughly through the crowd, j
and looked me searchingly in the face. 1
"I'm Gostigan," he said shortly. "They '
tell me '• you're hunt ing Pttrker. Did
you have tin appointment with him'?" i
"Yes; he was to meet me here this j
morning. Then I left a telephone
number, but he hasn't called me."
"He ain't been back; that's the reu-
son. Come along witn tne, i want a
private word with you."
I followed him rather doubtfully, al-
though his words and actions ap-
peared friendly, enough in a gruff way.
He led'the way t.<> a closed door at the I
end of the bar, which, when opened,
disclosed a small business office, con-
taining merely a desk and two chairs.
To his rather gruff mviratUEQBrWf
down, I accepted one of these, chew-
ing at tne cigar between my teeth, and
endeavoring to appear quite at ease,
Costigah, after securing the door, seat-
oA--hiia8elf--«t:-Htlte.(leskr-turniBg--..hi8
swivel chair ahout so as To race -nje,
his freckled hands on his Knees. ~~ :
"George told me about you this
morning," he began. "At least I sup-
pose you're the lad; your name Daly?"
I nodded, greatly relieved, but un-
willing to trust my voice. The man
did not know me; had no suspicion.
"Giad ter meet yer," and Costigan
filled a pipe, and touched a match to
the tobacco without removing his
steady gaze from my face. "Wo never
had no dealings together, hvt if yer
tied up with George, it's quite likely
we will have. Ke £.n' I hav* been
pardners fer a long while. He's a h—1
of a good guy."
"We just ran into each other acci-
dentally," I explained,: feeling that, he
expected me [to say something. "Got
onto the trail of the same boodle. He
told 'you, T stipposeT "*
"No, he didn't. Just said he'd run
onto you, ambtluu voii were llahte to
turn a trick together. <;eor;ve don't
slop over; that ain't his style."
"But he spoke about me?"
This plmtograpn 8nowirf^^fflrrn^'^T!^feT^§t"^f@i°thW1t?6Wrqgtti>rt7'fff'
fhe one hundred and tenth wedding of "Louise brides" in Postdam, Prussia.
Each year on July 19 persons are married in the garrison church at Postdam
on the very hour that Queen Louise of Prussia died, an hour sacred to Ger-
mans. Especial favors and assistahce are graiited by 'flie government to these
couples.
Archbishop Haraia Preaches to K. of Co
•lermiister llenry ..Kt
holding the pigeon which conveyed
President Harding's message from the
, tl?e xeguQy«t,
office. During 1920 and up to date of
this year the pigeon has flown a dis-
tance of 2,170 miles. The flight from
.the.....Mayflower .was. .made., la., record .
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- Arclibishop Himna of-.Sttn Francisc-o delivering the sermon at solemn pont'-
fical mass in the grounds of Notre"T>an e convent before the "Knights of
Colombus, in con vent ion--there. -Seated at the left is Bishop Keane.
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Airplane With Peciiliar Fuselage
But for the war this young mrm
might have been now the *uIet.of--Ba«—i
varia. He is the former Prince
brecht, who was heir apparent to
throne. ' - '
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"Well, yes, In a way. But it "^Va'n'S
bis real purpose. On every
assa-iiea wirn
no more than -1 told yer. .He- bad to
go out afore you got 'round, so he
said you was coming an' for me to be
decent to yer whenever yer bibtved
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tumes derived from thos
but the characteristic and
contribution of Persia so the
was something very different
these, says Vogue. It was, i
nothing less than tin
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seem to a tailor of toda
enough, affair, but It shoti
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first time a definite
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Closeup view of Uie peculiarlv broad fuselage of the 32-passenger Bemlng-
tw-^rnelll biplane piloteo by Bt-rt Acosta at Curtise field. The huge ^lflne,
designed foj oross-country passenger mirvlce, his a wing spread of 70 feet, and
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Buck, James T. The Crosbyton Review. (Crosbyton, Tex.), Vol. 13, No. 37, Ed. 1 Friday, September 23, 1921, newspaper, September 23, 1921; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth242598/m1/3/: accessed April 30, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Crosby County Public Library.