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SERIAL
STORY
ELIA MIDDLETON
TYBOUT
Illustrations by Ray Welters
we interfere with a fellow-creature
in his effort to preserve life, since
the life he took could not be restored
by his capture?
But my last thought that night was
of Lady Edith and the look in her
brown eyes as she held the little key.
(Copyright. 1907, by J. B. Llppincott Co.)
SYNOPSIS.
Three girls — Elizabeth, Gabrielle and
"Elise—started for Canada to spend the
summer there. On board steamer they
were frightened by an apparently dement-
ed stranger, who, finding a bag belonging
to one of them, took enjoyment in scru-
tinizing a photo of the trio. Elise shared
her stateroom with a Mrs. Graham, also
bound for Canada. The young women on
a sightseeing tour met Mrs. Graham,
anxiously awaiting her husband, who had
a mania for sailing. They were intro-
duced to Lord Wilfrid and Lady Edith.
A cottage by the ocean was rented by
the trio for the summer. Elizabeth
learned that a friend of her father’s was
to call. Two men called, one of them
being the queer-acting stranger on the
steamer. The girls were “not at home,’
but discovered by the cards left that one
■of the men was Elizabeth’s father’s
friend. The men proved to be John C.
Blake and Gordon Bennett. The party
was told of the search for smugglers in
the vicinity of the cottage. Elise visited
Mrs. Graham to find that her life was
not the happiest. She learned that the
Grahams and Lady Edith were acquaint-
ed. A wisp of yellow hair from Mr. Gra-
ham’s pocket fell into the hands of Elise.
Mrs. Graham’s hair was black. During
a storm the young women heard a crash
in the basement of the cottage and a mo-
ment later Mary Anne, their woman serv-
ant, entered, her arm bleeding. To as-
sure them there was no danger, Mary
Anne descended to the basement alone
and quieted their fears. Lady Edith told
the girls of a robbery of jewels at the
hotel. Fearing for the safety of her own
gems, she left them in a safe at the cot-
tage. Mr. Gordon Bennett was properly
introduced, explained his queer actions,
returned the lost bag and told of mysteri-
ous doings of a year before connected
with the cottage. Exploring the cellar,
one of the girls found a sphinx cuff-but-
ton, the exact counterpart of which both
Gordon Bennett and Lady Edith were
found to possess, also. Elise, alone, ex-
plored the cellar, overhearing a conver-
sation there between Mary Anne and a
man. He proved to be her son, charged
with murder. The young women agreed
to keep the secret. Lady Edith told a
story of a lost love in connection with
the sphinx key.
CHAPTER VIII.—Continued.
I could not think of anything to
say, for at critical moments my vo-
cabulary always proves inadequate,
so I merely took her hand and stroked
it gently.
“I don’t know why I have told you
CHAPTER IX.
“My love is like a red, red rose
That’s newly blown in June;
My love is like a melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.”
It was a baritone voice, so clear, so
strong, and yet so sweet that involun-
tarily we stopped talking and listened
until the end of the verse.
“Where is it?” I questioned.
“I think,” said Gordon Bennett, “it
must come from a boat; it will round
the point presently.”
We were walking along the beach,
and had wandered farther than we in-
tended, almost to the point of the is-
land, in fact, and, quite tired out, I
had seated myself upon a rock to rest
a while before going back.
“I wish he would sing again,” I re-
marked; “don’t you?”
“Well, no,” returned my compan-
ion; “to be frank, I would rather have
your undivided attention.”
“Why, please?”
“I suppose it is because I was born
with a selfish disposition.”
“Listen!” I exclaimed, as the song
began again, closer this time, with
every word distinct and clear.
“So fair is she, my dearest dear,
So much in love am I,
That I would love her all my life
Till all the, seas run dry;
Till all the seas run dry, my dear,
And rocks melt wi’ the sun—”
The boat was quite near now, and
the song ceased abruptly as the singer
stood erect and waved his hat cheer-
fully; a white parasol in'the stern also
beckoned invitingly.
“Why,” I said, “they are waving
at us.”
“It is Graham,” said Gordon Ben-
nett, briefly, “and your friend Lady
Edith.”
“So it is.” I was genuinely pleased,
for I could see they wanted us to join
them, and I was more than willing to
avoid the walk home.
“Get aboard,” called Mr. Graham, as
the bow grated against a rock. “You
out of it. It seems the simplest thing
to do.”
It was rather a dangerous theory, I
thought, although as I looked at Mr.
Graham’s ruddy face and heard his
careless laugh I quite understood that
he would generally live up to what he
said. And I had a quick recollection,
too, of the package Elizabeth had
opened; was that caused by a sudden
impulse, I wondered, and had he ex-
tracted his full measure of satisfaction
out of it?
Lord Wilfrid was waiting on the
dock when we landed, his cap pulled
down over his eyes and his manner
the reverse of cordial.
“I have looked everywhere for you,
Edith,” he said. “You did not tell me
you expected to go sailing. Did you
make up your party this morning?”
He looked at Gordon Bennett as he
spoke, and paused for a reply.
“It was quite unpremeditated,” said
that gentleman. “In fact, your sister
and Mr. Graham were kind enough to
pick us up a good bit down the beach
and give us a lift home.”
“Was any one else with you?”
“I took a short sail with Mr. Gra-
ham, Wilfrid,” said Lady Edith. “I
am sorry if you have needed me, but I
thought you intended fishing this after-
noon.”
She looked steadily at him, and he
lowered his eyes instinctively. But
his face, as he watched Mr. Graham
push off and sail away, was heavy and
lowering, and his fingers twitched
nervously.
“Listen,” I said. “Mr. Graham is
singing again.”
He was standing by his sail now, the
light of the sun full upon him, appar-
ently unconscious of the picture he
made.
“And I will love you still, my dear,
When all the seas run dry—”
The words of the old song died
away, and I turned to my companions.
“Let us go home,” I said; but Lady
Edith and her brother had already
gone.
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this,” she said, “but you have all been
so good to us that we are no longer
strangers, nor even mere acquain-
tances; and my heart is still so heavy
sometimes. We all have graves in
our hearts, we women. Yours has not
come yet, and I hope it may be long
deferred; mine is still green enough
to be painful when" I visit it. For-
give me, dear; you look quite sad,
and, indeed, I am not worthy of so
much sympathy.”
“You are very brave,” I said, admir-
ingly.
“I do not show the white feather to
the world, that is all. But tell me
about Mr. Blake, whom I met here the
other day. Who and what is he?”
I could tell her very little, for Mr.
Bennett had proved uncommunicative
about his friend, and beyond the fact
that he would be here for an indefinite
period I knew nothing.
“But do tell me,” I remarked, as
she rose to go, “has Mrs. Bundy heard
anything about her jewels?”
“Not yet. Poor old soul, she is
quite heart-broken. It is generally
believed a detective is in the hotel,
posing as a guest, but he does not
seem to be making any progress. I
feel perfectly comfortable about my
few possessions, however, thanks to
your goodness.”
She went away then, and I sat
alone in the hammock, thinking of the
two secrets I had learned that after-
noon, and watching the glow of the
setting sun, which turned some sails
pink and others pearly white, as the
boatloads of merrymakers sailed home.
After a while Gabrielle and Eliza-
beth appeared, rather the worse for
wear, and inclined to be indignant.
They had not enjoyed themselves; the
shops were no good whatever, Lady
Edith had been unable to go, and there
had been some misunderstanding, for
Lord Wilfrid had not met them at the
time appointed.
Altogether, the day had been a fail-
ure, and it was not until a good din-
ner had calmed their aggrieved spirits
that I began to relate my own experi-
ences, giving the history of Mary
Anne with as much pathos as I could
manage.
“Of course,” remarked Elizabeth,
“we ought to discharge her. It is not
pleasant to think of a murderer being
concealed in the house.”
“Good gracious!” exclaimed Gabri-
elle, in an alarmed voice. “What are
you thinking of? Think of her
waffles.”
“Oh, I was not going to do it; I only
said that we ought to. She is too
valuable to lose, especially if he real-
ly is going away.”
So we told Mary Anne that it was
all right, and we would allow her son
to escape as he had planned. She was
pathetically grateful, and promised
never to allow him on the premises
again, so we felt quite comfortable
about him; and, after all why should
Ay
The Singer Stood Erect and Waved
His Hat Cheerfully.
can do it, if you don’t mind stepping
from one rock to the other.”
“We can do it easily,” I replied, “if
Mr. Bennett will give me his hand to
steady me.”
“Would you not rather walk home?”
Mr. Bennett’s voice was certainly
not encouraging, but I ignored it, for
I wanted the sail.
“Come, Mr. Bennett,” called Lady
Edith; “we have plenty of room. I
have been spending the morning with
Mrs. Graham, and we went out for a
sail just after lunch, but she could not
be persuaded to join us.”
“Oh!” I said, as I took Mr. Gra-
ham’s outstretched hand and stepped
into the boat, which wobbled unpleas-
antly. “It is awfully nice—after you
get in.”
“It is a bully day for a sail,” he re-
turned, his face glowing with the
pleasure it had given him. “I only
wish you would talk a bit to Mrs. Gra-
ham and get her to come out just
once. She has no idea how fine it is.
“My wife,” he explained to Mr. Ben-
nett, who had followed me into the
boat, “has an unaccountable aversion
to the water; and she will not trust
herself on it, even with me.”
“Indeed!” remarked Mr. Bennett,
dryly. “She must condemn herself
to a good many hours alone, for I no-
tice you are out constantly.”
“Oh, yes; we agreed that I was to
go -whenever I chose. She does not
wish to keep me at home, and we quite
understand each other on the subject.”
“You were singing,” I said, as the
sail filled and the boat cut through the
water; “won’t you please go on. I had
no idea you had such a lovely voice.”
“Yes,” said Lady Edith; “do sing
again, Mr. Graham. It was quite love-
ly, and you must not be selfish with
such a talent.”
So Mr. Graham sang again, and we
listened entranced, for his voice was
very melodious, and he sang as the
birds do, with no apparent effort or
consciousness of his charm. Lady
Edith in the stern kept her face in
the shadow of her parasol and said but
little, yet I saw her eyes grow misty,
and remembered our conversation
about the little gold key. Was she
thinking of the man she loved? I
wondered dreamily.
“I’ll land you at your own dock,”
he remarked, as he steered for the
shore. “And I’m sure I am very grate-
ful for the nice things you say about
the songs. I sing because I like to
sing—just as I yield to every im-
pulse whenever I can get any pleasure
CHAPTER X.
If there are any who, like Mrs. Gra-
ham, dislike salt air and object to the
constant intrusion of the ocean, this
narrative will not interest them.
Looking back upon it now, it seems
to me that everything we did that
summer, indeed, almost everything
we thought and said, was in some
way connected with the sea. And per-
haps this is not so strange after all,
since we looked out upon it from every
window and its murmur was never
absent from our ears.
It was Gabrielle who originated the
plan of a supper on the rocks. Gabri-
elle was great in originating, but we
used to tell her she liked, to watch
other people carry out her ideas. She
sat in the hammock and urged her
prpject, while her hair blew about her
ears and her book slipped unnoticed
from her lap.
“We will ask the Campbells to join
us,” she said, “and Mr. Bennett and
Mr. Blake of course.”
“And the Grahams,” I added.
“If you like;” the tone was not en-
thusiastic. “I must say she gets on
my nerves; she is so mysterious.”
Gabriella dislikes secrets unless she
happens to be a party to them. She
now returned to the subject with re-
newed vigor.
“It is full moon, you know. Think of
the water dashing over the rocks, and
the fire we’ll make out of driftwood.”
“Spoons, forks and napkins for all
those people,” ruminated Elizabeth,
“to say nothing of things to eat. It
will be a lot of trouble.”
“No trouble at all. Just get Mary
Anhe to put some things in baskets.
In fact,” Gabrielle paused a moment
before breaking the news, “I have al-
ready asked Mr. Bennett; I met him in
the village when I went for the mail,
and it suddenly occurred to me it
would be nice to do this to-night.”
Of course after this startling dis-
closure it was impossible to demur
further, and Elizabeth rose to the oc-
casion.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
UNABLE TO SEE THE FUTURE.
Short-Sighted English Statesman De-
nounced Penny Postage.
“Of all the wild and visionary
schemes of which I have ever heard
or read it is the most extraordinary.”
That was the official comment made
by Lord Lichfield, postmaster general
of England, on Rowland Hill’s proposal
to establish a uniform postal rate of a
penny throughout the United King-
dom. And that was at a time within
the memory of some men still living,
only 71 years ago. Despite Lord Lich-
field’s condemnation of it, the scheme
was within three years an established
fact. And men who in their childhood
might have seen and read the first let-
ters ever sent from one part of Eng-
land to another for a penny may this
year see and read letters sent around
the globe and practically to every part
(f the English-speaking world for the
same small fee. The achievement will
be not only a most impressive rebuke of
the short-sighted and timorous admin-
istrator of two generations ago, but
also an equally impressive demonstra-
tion of the constantly accelerating
pi'ogress of civilization.
Words Failed Him.
He was a cowboy, and some compar-
ative strangers had stolen his horse.
His friends rallied round him, and,
anxious to give him every chance,
trundled up a barrel for him to stand
on while he gave out his views on the
matter. He was known as a gifted
swearer, and a large audience had
assembled in the hope of hearing some-
thing special. He got up on the bar-
rel and looked round him. Then he
drew a deep breath, and, with a sigh,
climbed down again. “Boys,” he said,
sadly, “it’s no use.
to it.”
I can’t do justice
Representatives of leading chambers
of commerce, boards of trade and oth-
er influential commercial bodies re-
cently gathered in the city of Wash-
ington and perfected the organization
of a national, co-operative trade ex-
tension body that is bound to prove of
the greatest potency in the promotion
of American commercial interests at
home and abroad. The delegates pres-
ent at the inaugural meeting came
from all parts of the country and
there is no doubt but that the new or-
ganization is thoroughly representa
tive of the business life of the nation
In its broados- *ense.
This new .actor !n American com-
mercial and industrial progress is to
be known as the National Council of
Commerce. The first steps looking to
the projection of this new force into
the Yankee trade field at home and
abroad were taken about a year ago
when Secretary Straus of the federal
department of commerce and labor
himself a business man as well as the
official head of that branch of the na-
tional government having to do with
commercial matters—called a prelim-
inary conference of leading business
men in the hope of paving the way
for just such an association as has
now been created. A temporary or-
ganization was effected at that time
but it was only at the recent gather-
ing at the national capital that the
unique project assumed concrete
shape and was put on a practical
working basis.
The prime movers in this underta-
king confidently predict that it will be-
come the greatest trade organization
In the world. The high character of
the interests involved and the power
of the affiliated organizations can not,
perhaps, be better indicated than by
presenting the list of members of the
executive committee of the new body.
This board of directors comprises B.
A. Eckhart of the Chicago board of
trade; Mahlon E. Kline, of the
Trades league of Philadelphia; Wil-
liam McCarroll of the New York
board of trade and transportation;
George I. McCarthy of the American
Meat Packers’ association; H. E. Miles
of the National Association of Manu-
facturers; H. Mosle of the Galveston
chamber of commerce; Edward A.
Filene of the Boston Merchants’ asso-
ciation; George C. Perkins of the San
Francisco chamber of commerce; L. A.
Ransom of the Atlanta chamber of
commerce; G. D. Rogers of the Minne-
apolis chamber of commerce; Gustav
H. Schwab of the Merchants’ associa-
tion of New York; James E. Smith of
the Business Men’s league of St.
Louis; D. A. Tompkins of the South-
ern Manufacturers’ club, and Frank B.
Wiborg of the Manufacturers’ club of
Cincinnati.
At the recent meeting which was at-
tended by more than 50 delegates,
by-laws were adopted and officers were
elected for the ensuing year. Mr. Gus-
tav H. Schwab, well known to busi-
ness men throughout the country
through his conection with the North
German Lloyd Steamship Company,
was chosen as chairman of the per-
manent organization. B. A. Eckhart
of Chicago was elected vice-chairman;
William R. Corwine, secretary, and
Frank B. Wiborg of Cincinnati, treas-
urer. Meetings will be held annually
and permanent headquarters will be
maintained for the conduct of “mis-
sionary work” on 'behalf of the Ameri-
can trade interests which is one of the
principal objects of the new organiza-
tion. Although this is the first and
only association of the kind yet pro-
jected on this side of the Atlantic,
somewhat similar organization have
for years existed in countries which
are the most formidable trade rivals
of the United States—namely Ger-
many, France, Great Britain, etc., and
it was the object lesson afforded by
these foreign bodies as promoters of
commercial development that spurred
the national government to foster the
present organization here.
Secretary Straus who, with his
right-hand man, Mr. Theodore L.
Weed, and the assistant secretary of
commerce and labor, Mr. William R.
Wheeler of California, wer<i instru-
mental in starting the ball rolling, will
henceforth be connected with the or-
ganization only in an advisory capac-
ity, the* preferring to leave the active
direction of affairs in the hands of the
business men themselves. However,
Secretary Straus hopes that one of
the ultimate results of this new move-
ment will be to bring about a closer
relationship between the commercial
interests of the country and the na-
tional government. In speaking of
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the matter Secretary Straus said:
“Unfortunately the national govern-
ment has never up to this time been
brought as closely in touch as is de-
sirable with the tremendous power
and influence and ability of American
commercial life because the interests
involved have not been brought to-
gether in the concrete form necessary
to enlighten our government officials
and secure their co-operation.” In fu-
ture he believes that, thanks to the
new council of commerce, the federal
government and the commercial inter-
ests of the country will be enabled to
work hand in hand. All local or na-
tional organizations in any way inter-
ested will be invited to make common
cause by joining the new council and
the nucleus of membership already ob-
tained indicates that there will be the
fullest representation of the leading
commercial, manufacturing, exporting
and importing interests.
Cold and La Grippe
Mr. C. Happy, Hardin, Ray Co., Mo.,
writes: “I can safely recommend Pe-
runa as a remedy that will cure all ca-
tarrhal troubles.
“It was of great benefit to me, as it
cured me of catarrh of the throat, and
I took a very bad cold and had la
grippe last February. It settled in my
throat and lungs. I took three bottles
of Peruna and it cured me.
“I highly recommend it to all who
are sick, and I am glad to add my en-
dorsement to that of others.”
Pe-ru-na for Colds
Mr. L. Clifford Figg, Jr., 2929 East
Marshall St., Richmond, Va., writes
that when he gets a cold he takes Peru-
na, and it soon drives it out of his sys-
tem. For several years he was not
entirely well, but Peruna completely
cured him.
People who ob ject to liquid medicines
can now secure Peruna tablets.
For a free illustrated booklet entitled
“The Truth About Peruna,” address
The Peruna Co., Columbus, Ohio.
Mailed postpaid.
IMPUDENCE PERSONIFIED.
CARRIED OFF BY LION.
Horrible Fate of Intrepid Hunter Who
Fell Asleep.
Near Tsavo station, 133 miles from
Mombassa, during the construction of
the line, 29 Indian coolies were killed
and eaten by lions, a writer on “Roose-
velt’s Hunting Grounds” in the Na-
tional Magazine says. Naturally there
was a panic; the men could not work,
and three young men, Messrs. Hubner,
Parent and Ryal, took a car down to
the dangerous locality to slay the
slayers of men. The car was left on
the side track at the site of a for-
mer station long since discontinued,
where a few days before a lion had
actually sprung upon a man on an
open railway truck as the train slowed
down at the station platform and car-
ried him, vainly shrieking for help,
into the jungle.
The men knew they must keep
Robert Rustler—What did you say
was the title of your new song?
Successful Chorus Lady—I call it
“The Proposal.”
Robert Rustler—And the key?
Successful Chorus Lady—B minor.
Robert Rustler—B mine—eh? How
would you like to change it for a key
in A flat?
A Needed Change.
The navy department recently re-
ceived from the commander-in-chief
of the fleet an official communication
relative to certain changes recom-
mended by him to be made in the uni-
form shirt of the enlisted men. In ac-
cordance with custom this letter was
forwarded to various officials for com-
ment or expression of opinion, the re-
watch against these man-eating beasts | marks Qf each officer being appended
which had lost all fear of man and
would exert their utmost subtlety and
strength to feed their consuming de-
sire for human flesh. It was arranged
that a sentinel should be always on
guard, and Ryal held the midnight
watch, sitting, rifle in hand, where he
could command the doors and win-
dows. Parent made a sleeping place
for himself on the floor, Hubner occu-
pied an upper berth, and all three an-
ticipated a successful hunt next morn-
ing.
About two o’clock, in the murky
gloom of the tropical night, overcome
by weariness and the enervating heat,
Ryal dropped asleep. A pair of lam-
bent eyes sought him out from the
half-open door, a noiseless, powerful
form crept hy or over Parent as he
lay asleep, and seizing him in his
powerful jaws the man-eater of Tsavo
sprung out through the glass and sash
of the nearest window into the cover
of the jungle, where Ryal’s whitened
bones were found later.
This tragedy caused the assembling
of a great hunting party which swept
the country about Tsavo, and among
the lions killed was one great old lion
which had imbedded in his scarred
and lately-healed hide several frag-
ments of window glass, which un-
doubtly identified him as the slayer of
poor Ryal. *
on an indorsement slip. Each indorse-
ment introduces the subject matter of
the letter in a brief, and one of them
thus tersely explained the contents:
“Commander-in-chief desires to change
shirt.”—Lippincott’s.
Pawnshop In Magistrate’s Office.
A novelty in pawnshops is to be
found in Ichang, China. The town
contains a small pawnshop in the
magistrate’s office, run by the prison-
ers. The rate of interest is about one
cent per 40 cents per month, except
during the last three months of the
year, when it is reduced to about one-
half cent.
Bibles Sent from London.
During the six months between last
Easter and Michaelmas 1,436 cases
packed with Scriptures, weighing alto-
gether 154 tons, were sent out from
the London headquarters of the Bible
society for shipment abroad.
DIDN’T KNOW
Coffee Was the Cause.
Many daily habits, particularly of
eating and drinking, are formed by fol-
lowing our elders.
In this way ill health is often fas-
tened upon children. A Ga. lady says:
“I had been allowed to drink coffee
ever since I could remember, but even
as a child I had a weak stomach,
which frequently refused to retain
food.
“The taste of coffee was in my
mouth all the time and was, as I found
out later, the cause of the stomach re-
belling against food.
“I now see that it was only from fol-
lowing the example of my elder" that
I formed and continued the miserable
habit of drinking coffee. My digestion
remained poor, nerves unstrung, fre-
quent headache, and yet I did not sus-
pect the true cause.
“Another trouble was a bad, muddy
complexion for which I spent time and
money for creams, massaging, etc.,
without any results.
“After I was married I was asked to
try Postum, and would you believe it,
I, an old coffee toper, took to Postum
from the very first. We made it right
—according to directions on the pkg.,
and it had a most delicate flavor, and I
at once quit coffee, with the happiest
results.
“I now have a perfectly clear, smooth
skin, fine digestion and haven’t had a
headache in over two years.”
“There’s a Reason.”
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich.. Read, “The Road to Well-
ville,” in pkgs.
Ever read the above letter? A new
one appears from time to time. They
are genuine, true, and full of human
interest.
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Boehmer, Joseph O. Eagle Pass News-Guide. (Eagle Pass, Tex.), Vol. 21, No. 29, Ed. 1 Saturday, February 6, 1909, newspaper, February 6, 1909; Eagle Pass, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1098190/m1/3/: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting UNT Libraries Special Collections.