The Saint Jo Tribune. (Saint Jo, Tex.), Vol. 21, No. 38, Ed. 1 Friday, August 15, 1919 Page: 3 of 8
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CHAPTER XX—Continued.
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Barnes listened at the door until he
Aeard the waiter clattering down the
stairway, anrl then went swiftly down
the ball to No. 30. Mr. Prosser was
sleeping Just ns soundly and as re-
soundingly ns ut midnight!
“By gnd!” he muttered, hnlf-nloud.
Everything was as dear ns day to him
now. Bolting Into his own room, he
dosed the door and stood stockstill
for many minutes, trying to picture
the scene In the cottage.
lie found a letter in his box when
he went downstairs, after stulling the
tin box deep Into his pocket. Before
he silt the envelope he knew that
Sprouse was the writer. The message
was brief:
“After duo consideration, I feel that
It would be a mistake for you to aban-
don your present duties at this time.
It might be misunderstood. Stick to
the company until something better
turns up. Wit j this thought in view I
withdraw the two days’ limit men-
tioned recently to you, and extend the
time to one week. Yours very truly,
“J. II. WILSON."
“Gnd, the fellow thinks of every-
thing,” said Barnes to himself. “He
Is positively uncanny."
He rend between the lines, and saw
there a dlstiuet warning. It had not
•occurred to him that his plan to leave
for New York that day with Miss Cam-
eron might be attended by disastrous
results.
i But the Jewels? What of them? lie
t could not go gallivanting about the
country with a half million dollars’
worth of precious stones in his posses-
sion.
He spent the enrly part of the fore-
noon In wandering nervously about
the hotel—upstairs and down. The
Jewels were locked In his pack up-
stairs. He went up to his room half
a dozen times and almost instantly
walked down again, after satisfying
himself that the pack had not been
rifled.
For the next three days and nights
rehearsals were In full swing, with
scarcely a moment's let-up. And so
the time crept by, up to the night of
the performance. Miss Cameron re-
mained In ignorance of the close prox-
imity of the jewels, and the police of
Crowndnle remained in even denser
Ignorance ns to the whereabouts of
\ the man who robbed Mr. Hassehveln
* of all his spare cash and an excellent
gold watch.
No time was lost by the countess In
getting word to her compatriots In
New York. Barnes posted a dozen let-
ters for her; each contained the tid-
ings of her safety and the assurance
that she would soon follow In person.
Those- three days and nights were
full of joy and enchantment for
Barnes. lie actually debased himself
hy wishing that the Kushcroft com-
pany might find It imperative to go on
rehearsing for weeks in that dim, en-
chanted temple.
He sat for hours in one of the most
uncomfortable seats he had ever
known, devouring with hungry eyes
the shadowy, interested fare- so close
to his own—and never tired.
On the afternoon of the dress re-
henrsal he led her. nfter an hour of
almost insupportable repression, to
the rear of the auditorium. Dropping
into the sent beside her he blurted
out, almost in anguish:
“I can’t stand it any lnger. I can-
not he near you without—why, I—I—
well. It Is more than I enn struggle
against, that’s nil. You’ve either got
to send me away altogether or—or—
let me love you without restraint. I
tell you I can’t go on as I ain now.
You know I love you, don’t you? You
know I worship you. Don’t be fright-
ened. I Just had to tell you today.
I should hnve gone mad if I had tried
to keep it up any longer." He waited
breathlessly for her to speak. She sat
silent and rigid, looking straight be-
fore her. “Is It hopeless?” he went
on at last, huskily. “Must I ask your
forgiveness for my presumption and—
and go away from you?"
She turned to him and laid her hand
upon his arm.
“Am I not like other women? Why
«hould I forgive you for loving me?
j Doesn’t every woman want t« be
loved? No, no, my friend I Walt!
A moment ago I wag so weak and
trembly that I thought I—oh, I was
afraid for myself. Now I am quite
calm and sensible. See how well I
have myself in hand? I do not
tremble, I am strong. We may now
discuss ourselves calmly, sensibly.
Oh! What are you doing?”
“I too am strong,” he whispered. ' I
am sure of ray ground now, and I am
*ot afraid."
He had clasped the hand that rest-
ed on his sleeve and. aa he pressed it
Uk lo lus nenrt, Me other am stole over
“ ber .noulders and drew her dooe to
Ms triumphant t»ody ** *
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she resisted, and then relaxed Into
complete submission. Her head snn';
upon hla shoulder.
“Oh P* she sighed, and there was
wonder, joy—even perplexity, In tin-
tremulous sigh of capitulation. “Oh,"
came softly from her parted lips again
at the end of the first long, passionate
kiss.
CHAPTER XXI.
For aa instant
The End in Sight.
Barnes, soaring beyond all previous
heights of exultation, ranged dizzily
between “front” and "hack” at the
Grand opera house that evening. He
was In the “wings” with her, whisper-
ing In her delighted ear; in the dress-
ing-room, listening to her soft words
of encouragement to the excited lead-
ing lady; on the narrow stairs leading
up to the singe, assisting her to mount
them; und ull the time he was dread-
ing the moment when he would awake
nnd find it all a dream.
There was an annoying fly in his
ointment, however. “I love you,” she
had said simply. “I want more than
anything else in all the world to be
your wife. But I cannot promise now.
1 must have time to think, time to—”
“Why should you require more time
thnn I?” he persisted. “What Is time
to us? Why make wanton waste of
it?’’
“I know that I cannot find happiness
except with you,” she replied. “No
matter what happens to me, I shall
always love you, I shall never forget
the joy of this. But—I cannot prom-
ise now," she finished gently and
kissed him.
Between the second and third acts
Tommy Gray rushed back with the
box-olfice statement. The gross was
R359. The instant that fact became
known to Mr. Itushcroft he informed
Barnes that they lmd n "knockout,” a
gold mine, and that never in all his
enreer had he known a season to start
off so auspiciously as this one.
Three days later Barnes and “Miss
.Tones” said farewell to the strollers
nnd boarded a day train for New York
city. They left the company in a con-
dition of prosperity. The show was
averaging two hundred dollars nightly
and Mr. Itushcroft was already book-
ing return engagements for the early
fall. He was looking forward to a
tour of Europe at the close of the war.
Barnes' sister, Mrs. Courtney, met
them at the Grand Central terminal.
“It's now a quarter to five,” said
Barnes after the greeting and presen-
tation. “Drop me at the Fifth Avenue
bank, Edith. I want to leave some-
thing in my safety box downstairs.
Sha’n’t be more than five minutes.”
He got down from the automobile
at Forty-fourth street and shot across
the sidewalk In’o the hank, casting
quick, apprehensive glances through
the five o’clock crowd on the avenue
as he sprinted. In his hand ho lugged
the heavy, weatherbeaten pack. His
sister ami the countess stared after
him In amazement.
Presently he emerged from the bank,
still carrying the bag. He was beam-
ing. A certain worried, haggard ex-
pression had vanished from his face,
nnd for the first time In eight hours
he treated his traveling wardrobe with
scorn and Indifference.
“Thank God, they’re off my mind
at last,” he cried. “That Is the first
good, long breath I’ve had In a week.
No, not now. It’s a long story and
I can’t tell It in Fifth avenue. It
would be extremely annoying to have
both of you die of heart failure with
all these people looking on."
He felt her hand on his arm, and
knew that $he was looking at him
with wide, incredulous eyes, but he
faceil straight ahead. He was ter-
ribly afraid thnt the girl beside him
was preparing to shed tears of Joy
nnd relief. He could feel her search-
ing In her Jacket pocket for a hand-
kerchief.
Mrs. Courtney was not only curi-
ous but apprehensive. She hadn’t the
fulntest Idea who Miss Cameron wus,
nor where her brother had picked her
up. But she saw at a glance that
she wns lovely, and her soul was filled
with strange misgivings. She waa like
all sisters who hnve pet bachelor
brothers. 8he hoped that poor Tom
hadn’t gone and made a fool of him-
self.
The few minutes' conversation ahe
had with the stranger only served to
increase her alarm. Miss Cameron’s
voice and smile—and her eye*!—were
positively alluring.
She had had a night letter from Tom
that morning In which he said that he
was bringing a young lady friend down
from tt>e north—and wonld she meet
them at the station and pat her op
for a couple of days? That was all
she knew of the dasallng stranger up
to the moment aha saw her.
stely after that she knew by
a great deal mora shot:
could hnve told hi volumes of eerre-
spondeuce. She knew, also, that Torn
| was lost forever 1
“Now tell me," said the countess the
Instant they entered the Courtney
apartment. She gripped both of his
nrms with her firm little hands and
looked straight Into his eyes, eagerly,
hopefully. She had forgotten Mrs.
Courtney’s presence, she had not
taken the time to remove her hat or
Jacket
"Let’s all sit down,” said he. “My
knees are unaccountably weak. Come
along, Ede. Listen to the romance of
my life."
And when the story wns finished the
countess took his hand In hers und
held It to her ......I cheek. The teara
were still drowning her eyes,
“Oh, you poor dear 1 Was that why
you grew so haggard and pule and
hollow-eyed?”
“Partly," suld he with great signifi-
cance.
“And you had them in your pack
all the time? You—”
“I had Sprouse’s most solemn word
not to touch them for a week. He Is
the only man I feared. He Is the only
one who could have—”
“May I use your telephone, Mrs.
Courtney?” cried she suddenly. She
sprang to her feet, quivering with ex-
citement. “Pray forgive me for being
so Ill-mannered, hut I—I must call up
one or two people at once. They are
my friends. You will understand, 1
a in sure.”
Barnes was pacing the floor nerv-
ously when his sister returned nfter
conducting her new guest to the room
prepared for her. The countess was
at the telephone In-fore the door
closed behind her hostess.
“I wish you had been a little more
explicit in your telegram, Tom,” she
said peevishly. "If I had known who
she Is I wouldn’t have put her In that
room. Now I shall hare to move Aunt
Kate back Into It tomorrow and give
Miss Cameron the big one at the end
of the hall.” Which goes to prove
that Toni’s sister was a bit of a snob
In her way. “Stop walking like that
nnd come here.” She faced him ac-
cusingly, “Have you told all there Is
to tell, sir?"
“Can’t you see for yourself, Edo,
that I’m In love with her? Desperate
ly, horribly, madly In love with her.
rw hy h.tuidou
“Yes," She Breathed.
Don’t giggle like that 1 I couhln’t have
told you while she was present, could
I?”
“That Isn’t what I want to know. Is
she in love with you? That’s what I’m
nfter.”
“Yes,” said he, but frowned anx-
iotisly.
“She Is perfectly adorable,” said she,
and was at once aware of a guilty,
nagging Impression that she would not
have said It to him half un hour ear-
lier for anything In the world.
She wus strangely while and sub-
dued when she rejoined them later on.
She had removed her hat. The other
woman saw nothing but the wealth
of sun-kissed hair thnt rippled. Barnes
went forward to meet her, filled with
u sudden apprehension.
“What Is It? You are pale and—
what have you heard?”
She stopped nnd looked search I ngly
into his eyes. A warm flush rose to
her cheeks; her own eyes grew sofi
nnd tender and wistful.
“They all believe that the war will
Inst two or three years longer,” she
suld huskily. “I cannot go ba-*k to
my own country till it is ull over.
They Implore ine to remain here with
tln-ui until—until my fortunes are
mended.” She turned to Mrs. Court-
ney and went on without the slightest
trace of Indecision or embarrassment
In her manner. “You see, Mrs. Court-
ney, I am very, very poor. They hnve
taken everything. I—I fear I shall
hnve to accept this kind, generous
proffer of a—” her voice shook slight-
ly—“of a home with my friends until
the Huns are driven out”
Barnes’ silence was more eloquent
than words. Her eyes fell. Not until
Mrs. Courtney expressed the hope that
Miss Cameron would condescend to ac-
cept the hospitality of her home until
plans for the fnture were definitely
fixed was there a sign that the object
of her concern bad given a thought to
what she was aaylng.
“You are eo very kind,” stammered
the counteas. “But I cannot think of
imposing upon—"
“Leave It to me, Bde," said Barnes
gently, and. laying his hand upon hi*
sister * »rm, ne led her from the room.
Then he came swiftly bnck to the
outstretched arms of the exile.
“A very brief New York engage-
ment," he whispered in her ear, ho
knew not how loug afterward. Her
head was pressed against his shoulder,
her eyes were closed, her lips purted
In the ecstasy of passion.
“Yes," she breathed, so fnlntly thnt
he barely heard the strongest woid
ever put Into the language of man.
Httlf an hour Inter he was speeding
down the avenue in a taxi. Ills blood
was singing, his heart was bursting
with Joy—Jiis head was light, for the
feel of her was still In his arms, the
volet- of her In Ills enrnj tured ears.
He was hurrying homeward to the
“diggings" lie was soon to desert for-
ever. He was to spend the night at
his sister's upurtment. When he is-
sued forth from his “diggings" ut half-
past seven he was attired In evening
clothes, and there wns not n woman
In all New York, young or old, who
would have denied him a second
glance.
Later on In tho evening three of the
countess’ friends arrived at the Court-
ney home to pay their respegts to their
fulr compatriot and to discuss the
crown Jewels, They came und brought
w.-Ith them the consoling Information
that arrangements were practically
completed for the delivery of the
Jewels Into the custody of the French
embassy ut Washington, through
whose Intervention they wore to be
allowed to leave the United States
without the formalities usually ob-
served In cases of suspected smug-
gling. Upon the arrival in America of
trusted messengers from Burls, headed
hy no less a personage than the am-
bassador himself, the Imperial treas-
ure wus to pass Into hands that would
carry it safely to France. Prince Se-
bastinn, still In liullfnx, hud been ap-
prised by telegraph of the recovery of
the Jewels, nnd wns expected to sail
for England hy tho earliest steamer.
And while tne visitors at tho Court-
ney house were lifting their glasses
to tonst the prince they loved, and, In
turn, the beautiful cousin who had
braved so much anti fared so luckily,
and the tall wayfarer who had come
Into her lift-, a small man was stoop-
ing over a rilled knapsack In a room
far downtown, glumly regnrdlng tho
result of an unusually hazardous un-
dertaking, even for one who could per-
form such miracles us he. Scratching
his chin, he grinned—for he wns the
kind who bears disappointment with
a grin—and sat hiruself down at the
big library table In tho center of tho
room. Carefully selecting a pen-point
he wrote:
“It will h<> quite obvious to you thnt
I called unexpectedly tonight. The
week was up, you set-. I take the lib-
erty of leaving under the paperweight
at my elbow a two-dollnr bill. It
ought to be ample payment for the
damage done to your faithful travel-
ing companion. Have the necessary
stitches taken in the gash ami you
will And the kit as good ns new, 1
was more or less certain not to find
what I wns nfter, hut ns I have done
no Irreparable Injury I am sure you
will forgive my love of adventure and
excitement. It was really quite <11111-
cult to get from the lire escape to
your window, hut It was a delightful
experience. Try crawling along that
ten-inch ledge yourself some day and
s<-e If it isn't productive of a pleasant
thrill. I shall not forget your promise
to return good for evil some day. God
knows I hope I may never bo In a po-
sition to test your sincerity. We may
meet again, and I hope under agree-
able circumstances. Kindly pay mj
deepest respects to tin? Countess Ted
and believe me to he,
“Yours very respectfully,
"SPROUSE.
“P. S.—I saw O'Dowd today. He
h ft a message for you nnd the count-
ess. Tell them, said he, that I ash
God’s blessing for them forever. He
is off tomorrow for Brazil. He wus
very much relieved when he henrd
thnt I did not. get tin: Jewels the first
time I went after them, and Immense-
ly entertained by my Jolly description
of how I went after them the second
By the way, you will he Interested to
learn thnt lie has cut loose from tli«
crowd he wns trailing with. Mostly
nuts, he says. Dynamiting munition
plants In Curinda was u grand project
says he, and It would have come to
something If the d-d women had
only left the <1-d men alone. Th«
expletives are O’Dowd’s.”
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Ten hours before Barnes found ttn*
Illuminating message on his library
table he stood nt the window of n
lofty Park avenue npartment building,
his ann about tho slender, yielding
figure of the only other occupant of
tho room. Pointing out over the black
housetops, ho directed her attention
to the myriad lights In the upper floors
of a groat hostelry to the south and
west und said:
“That Is where you are going
live, darling.”
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4<Keep Off the Grass!’' This Means You, Mr. Birdman
VI ROOKLYN, N. Y.—What Is said to he the first case In which an aviator
IJ was arrested for landing In a public park without a permit came up before
Magistrate Ten Eyck in Morrlsana court, when Philip A. Bjarkluml, thirty-two,
of 510 West One Hundred nnd Twen-
ty-fourth street. Manhattan, a licensed
aviator, was arraigned on a summon*
charging violation of an ordinance hy
landing In Van Cortluudt park without
n permit.
Tho charge read thnt he "did un-
lawfully disturb the grass In a grass
plot In Van Oortlandt park hy land-
ing there with un ulrplane without a
permit from the park authorities.”
The avlutor, after completing his land-
ing, Immediately was served with the
summons by a patrolman. When naked hy the magistrate how he pleaded, the
aviator Raid that he pleaded guilty to binding In the park. He also admitted
that he had no permit to lend there.
The aviator stated to the magistrate that he had left Sheepshoad Bay to
fly to Albany, nnd thnt while flying over the Bronx motor trouble developed
und, seeing a wide expanse of ground, he decided to land. “I had to land
somewhere,” he said. Upon landing he found that the exhaust rod had broken.
“Did you see any signs of ‘Keep Off the Grass’ from where you were?”
asked the magistrate.
“No, sir," replied the aviator.
Patrolman J. T. Shields explained to the court that he had served the sum-
mons merely becuuse there were a lot of people In the park at the time whose
lives might have been endangered by the binding.
Tho magistrate suspended sentence.
Fair Maids to the Rescue of the “Cherry King”
/v IIICAGO.—Thirty Sunday school girls from St. Panl’s and St. James'
Vc churches are Imck after cherry picking ut Fish Creek, Win., for the
The girls went to the orchurds of
Sturgeon Bay l-’rult Growers’ association.
Ferdinand Ilotz, "cherry king." The
real fun commenced when the girls
were turned loose In the orchard.
Crammed with Jole de vie, a playful
hair-pulling contest developed. A
dozen farmerettes went A. W. O. L. to
the bathing beach. The rest climbed
trees and made faces at Mr. Hot/,
because he was rude when he ordered
them down. The cherry magnate
shook his fist nnd threatened to sell
everybody down the river. A barrage
of cherries drove him hack to the
house, threatened with apoplexy. On the first afternoon the farmerettes
formed a soviet government and sent word to Mr. Hotz that they would pick
cherries for 50 cents a crate, thereby boosting the price 18 c'-nts.
It was discovered that hy shaking the trees the Cherries came down of
their own accord. But before the girls could pick the cherries up some one dis-
covered an automobile that run, und some horses presented themselves 11 a
near-by pasture.
Two weeks passed und Mr. Ilotz gathered up heart and Btrength to v sit
his fair orchards. One moment Inter ho streaked to the house nnd sent a wire
to Rev. Frederick Gratiot, assistant rector of Janies.
The minister Arrived the next day, heard the girls’ story nnd smiled. But
not for long. That afternoon he exercised himself hy climbing on top of the
girls’ house to mend the roof. Beholding which, the girls removed the ladder.
Rev. Mr. Gratiot made his descent on u rnfnplpe.
The girls arc of the opinion that the "cherry king" w ill employ male help
next your.
Wife’s Dual Life Followed by Suit for Divorce
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Crees Wonderful Canoeists.
“The OJIbwuy, the Croe und the
Montagnals are the most wonderful
e.iuoemen In the world.” says S.
E. Sangster, writing of “The Wood*
Indian” In Boys’ Life. “They pos-
sess a sixth sense In rapid-running and
If they say 'run It' yon can safely lay a
bet ut odds that they will run It nnd
route through ary—even through water
the mere glimpse of which makes your
hair stand up and sends chills chasing
up and down your spine.”
OR ANGELES.—From the position of salaried chauffeur for her husband
only six months ugo, Mrs. Edna Fay Blshee assumed an entirely new role—-
plaintiff in p divorce suit against DcWItt William Blshee, president of the
Southwestern Engineering company
She charges mentul and physical
cruelty.
Last November, while the presi-
dent of the engineering company was
seated In his oillce, u woman dressed
In the nntty uniform o.' n chauffeur
entered the office and, without npy
sign of recognition, formally Inquired
If It were a fact he wunted a driver
for Ids car.
The applicant went on to explain
her qualifications, stilting she had
driven nutomolilli-s for years and would appreciate securing the position. Mr,
Blshee played hjs part equally well. The usual for mull ties ufi wages, hours of
labor and experience were discussed.
Mrs. Blshee secured the Job, und sat nt the wheel while Mr. Blshee wont
from place to place transacting his business. During business hours the usual
formalities were observed, and then after the automobile had been placed In
tin- garage Mrs. Blshee changed from her uniform und once more becuine the
woman of the house.
The novelty of the situation created quite a sensation among the mutual
friends of the couple, hut It Is said the men to whom Mr. Illsbee went on culls
with a woman at tin- wheel never realized the driver was his wife. R was
strictly u business agreement, and each is said to lmve carried It out to the
letter.
But domestic difficulties nrose. Mrs. Blshee declared her husband bad
been guilty of mentul uiid physical cruelty.
Courts Have No Creditors Like a Lover Scorned
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U mlnd»about marrying him. He sued her futher, Sadie being under age, te
recover the value of his presents. Squire Wllllum Harrison heard the casct
which was attended hy the whole
population of Sheffield, New Bruns-
wick.
The JUted one put In the follow-
ing bill for things wasted upon the girl
who fooled him:
John Jordun to Charles Mrllcnth,
Dr.: One red dress, $1,119; one blue
dre*s, $2.40; one cupe, 00 cents; two
pair overshoes, $2.45; one night dress,
|1; one pair kid gloves, $1; one set
pins, 29 cents; one engagement ring,
$3; three photos, 75 cents; four hand-
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