The Olney Enterprise. (Olney, Tex.), Vol. 11, No. 2, Ed. 1 Friday, April 30, 1920 Page: 3 of 12
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THE OLNEY ENTERPRISE
A Feeling of Security
You naturally feel secure when you
know that the medicine you are about to
take is absolutely pure and contains no
harmful or habit producing drugs.
Such a medicine is Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp-
Root, kidney, liver and bladder remedy.
The same standard of purity, strength
and excellence is maintained in every
bottle of Swamp-Root.
It is scientifically compounded from
It is not a stimulant and is taken in
It is not recommended for everything.
It is nature’s great helper in relieving
and overcoming kidney, liver ana blad-
A sworn statement of purity is with
every bottle of Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp-
If you need a medicine, you should
have the best. On sale at all drug stores
in bottles of two sizes, medium and large.
However, if you wish first to try this
great preparation send ten cents to Dr.
Kilmer & Co., Binghamton, N. Y., for a
sample bottle. When writing be sure and
mention this paper —Adv.
“He bolted the ticket.”
“Then what happened?”
“He and the party locked horns.”
DEWS OF EVE
No More Gentle Than
“Cascarets” for the
It is just as needless as it is danger-
ous to take violent or nasty cathartics.
Nature provides no shock absorbers for
your liver and bowels against calomel,
harsh, pills, sickening oil and salts.
Cascarets give quick relief without in-
jury from Constipation, Biliousness, In-
digestion, Gases and Sick Headache.
Cascarets work while you sleep, remov-
ing the toxins, poisons and sour, in-
digestible waste without griping or in-
convenience. Cascarets regulate by
strengthening the bowel muscles. They
cost so little too.—Adv.
A Mean Regret.
She—Mr. Bangs was the man I was
engaged to when you came along.
He—I always did just miss my
State of Ohio, City of Toledo, Lucas
Frank J. Cheney makes oath that he is
senior partner of the firm of F. J. Cheney
& Co., doing business in the City of To-
ledo, County and State aforesaid, and that
said firm will pay the sum of ONE HUN-
DRED DOLLARS for any case of Catarrh
that cannot be cured by the use of
HALL’S CATARRH MEDICINE.
FRANK J. CHENEY.
Swern to before me and subscribed in
my presence, this 6th day of December,
A. D. 1886.
(Seal) A-. W. Gleason, Notary Public.
HALL’S CATARRH MEDICINE is tak-
en internally and acts through the Blood
on the Mucous Surfaces of the System.
F. J. Cheney & Co., Toledo, Ohio.
F. J. Cheney & Co., Toledo, Ohio.
The first thing to do, if you have
hot done it, is to fall in love with
Do you know you can safeguard
your child against spasmodic Croup by
keeping Vacher-Balm handy?
It gives instant relief, and is also
the best thing for all kinds of hurts.
Keep it handy, and avoid imitations.
If you cannot get it locally, send 30c
for a tube, to E. W. Vaeher, Inc., JNew
“Sir, did you see a ring lying about
“Er—a finger ring, madam?”
“Of course! What did you think
it was—a nose ring?”—Judge.
To Have a Clear Sweet Skin.
Touch pimples, redness, roughness
or Itching, if any, with Cuticura Oint-
ment, then bathe with Cuticura Soap
and hot water. Rinse, dry gently and
dust on a little Cuticura Talcum to
leave a fascinating fragrance on skin,
Everywhere 25c each.—Adv.
World's Sleepiest Tramp.
A widely known character, one Jul-
ius Mercier, called “the sleeping
tramp.” has been arrested in Ver-
sailles, according to the Manchester
Guardian. This occasion he is charged
with the theft of rabbits.
The morning before his arrest he
wa« found on the Grand route by a
carter in a deep sleep, from which all
efforts of the latter failed to wake
him. In the police station he woke
up for a few minutes, then fell asleep
Again. It was found absolutely impos-
sible to arouse him from slumber, and
he was sent to a hospiital, where he
continues in the same state.
Neither drunkenness nor lethargic
encephalitis have anything to do with
tins curious case of one who must take
high rank among the tired fraternity.
Copyright by Little, Brown & Co.
A SECRET PASSAGE.
Synopsis.—Spalding Nelson is oc-
cupying the apartments of his
great-uncle, Rufus Gaston. The
Gastons, leaving on a trip, tell him
about mysterious noises and “whis-
pers” that have scared them. He
becomes acquainted with Barbara
Bradford, who lives in the same
big building. He instinctively dis-
likes and distrusts the superintend-
ent, Wick. The mysteries in his
apartments begin with the disap-
pearance of the Gaston pearls from
the wall safe. He decides not to
call in the police, but to do his own
investigating. it is soon evident
that someone has access tft his
rooms. Becoming friendly with
Barbara, he learns that her apart-
ments are equally mysterious. She
tells him that several years before
her sisterrClaire, who lives with
her, had made a run-avvay mar-
riage with an adventurer, from
whom she was soon parted, and the
marriage had been annulled. Claire
is engaged to be married and some-
one has stolen documents concern-
ing the affair from the Bradford
apartment and is attempting to
blackmail the Bradfords. Nelson
takes Miss Kelly, 4the telephone
girl, to dinner with the idea of
pumping her. Gorman, a hotel de-
tective, recognizes her as the wife
of Lefty Moore, a noted burglar.
Nelson tells his story to Gorman.
Dr. Peery'a “Dead Shot” is powerful
but safe. One dose is enough to expel
Worms or Tapeworm. No castor oil ne®
\ once heard a pugilist say he
tv*} not enter the movies for a sal-
ami of $10,000 a week and nothing
could v induce him to go on the stage
and intake a monkey out of himself,
as he was a fighter and not an actor.”
“Extraordinary! What happened
“His (manager rushed up in great
distress and soon proved to the satis-
faction inf everybody present that the
pugilist |had been drinking and was
not respjonsibie for his wild talk.”—
ouse of Whispers
By WILLIAM JOHNSTON
“And the number she called up—
(he private number—did you find out
“Sure, that was easy. It’s one of
the apartments in the Granddeck—
Henry Kent’s. Who’s he? ’
“I never heard of him. I’ll try to
find out, though.”
"I would, hut be careful how you
go asking questions around the place.
The Moore woman may have a pal.
They generally work in pairs.”
The ease and celerity with which
Gorman had learned all these things
about the girl impressed me greatly,
and I said as much. He received my
compliments with a deprecating wave
of the hand.
“Nothing to it, hoy, when you know
the ropes. But last night you told
me you had taken the girl out to try
to pump something out of her. What
vas it? What’s doing?”
From beginning to end I told him
he whole story in all of its perplex-
ing details, starting with the day that
T had received my great-uncle Rufus’
note that had led to the chance meet-
ing with Miss Bradford, bringing in
my discharge and the disappearance
of the Gaston pearls, and explaining
what made me think these facts were
in some way involved with the at-
tempt to blackmail the Bradfords.
“What do you make of it?” I asked
as I ended my narrative. “Who do
you think is at he bottom of it?”
“I don’t think,” he retorted. “In our
business it does not pay to think too
quick. You’re apt to convict the w'rong
“But you must think something,” I
“I think,” he said slowly and medi-
tatively, “that there’s a lot of crooked
work going on—I’ll say • that much.
And you and Miss Bradford’s pretty
close to being the center of it.”
“What can we do about it?”
“There’s a way I learned from a
lawyer that ain’t bad. He’d take his
client and put him in the center of a
big circle with lines running in all di-
rections— alibi, insanity, mistaken
identity, no proof of guilt, lack of
jurisdiction, escape on legal technical-
ity—he’d mark out every possible de-
fense. Then he’d follow each line out
and see where it led and what plan'
the opposing lawyers would he likely
to spring on him. .Generally he got
his man off.”
“I don’t quite see how that applies.”
“You don’t, eh?”
He’-traced an imaginary circle with
his forefinger on the table.in the little
hack room where we were sitting.
“Here’s you and Miss Bradford in
the center, surrounded by a lot of mys-
terious deviltry. We’ll make two cir-
cles. This inside one is the things
that have happened to both of you—
the wall safes opened, the papers
stolen, the pearls gone, the anonymous
notes, the blackmail threats, the loss
of your job, the voices you’ve heard.
Now on this outer circle we’ll mark
down all the people who might be
mixed up in these things—mind ye, I
say only might be. First, there’s
Lefty Moore’s woman—we know she’s
a crook. Then who do we know that
knows her? There’s at least two—
Mr. Wick, the superintendent that
hired her, and this Mr. Henry Kent,
whose apartment she telephoned to.
Then there’s all the rest of the help in
the house. Any one of them might he
her pal. Then there’s the flighty
“You don't suspect her, do you?” 1
cried, horrified at the prospect of his
investigation taking this turn.
“Be easy,” he retorted. “I’in not
suspecting anyone. I’m only putting
them down. There’s the Bradford
girl and her ex-husband. He’s a big-
amist and that makes him a crook.
Those two men you saw in the park,
one of them with a scar on his face—
weft run them down. You know a
cafe the scar-faced man goes to, so
that’s a start. There’s, the man who
shadowed you—would you know him
again if you saw him?”
I shook my head doubtfully.
“I’m afraid not,” I admitted, “you
“Don’t bother to explain. You either
would or wouldn’t, and that’s all we
need to know now. There’s old Mr.
Gaston arid his wife. It’s queer about
their dueking( out so suddenly and
leaving no address, but maybe they’re
only scared. Let’s see who else is
there—the Bradford servants and the
old man’s, the old washerwoman—
and the families who live in the house.
We’ve got the circle pretty well cov-
ered. haven’t we?”
More and more I had begun to ap-
preciate how valuable the services of
an experienced detective would be
likely to lie in helping to solve the
“Look here, Gorman.” I said, “why
can’t you take charge of this case for
“What’s in it?” he asked.
My face fell, and my enthusiasm
died a sudden death. Once more 1
was confronted by the specter of my
poverty. Of wliat use my talking,
to a high-priced investigator like Gor-
man when all the money I had in the
world was less than two hundred dol-
lars, out of which I had to live until I
found employment. Yet I must serve
“If you clear up this case,” I an-
nounced. “I'll give you every cent I’ve
got in the world.”
He shook his head.
“It ain’t enough. If I take this case,
it won’t be for the money that’s in it.
For that matter I can get all I want
from old Gaston for getting liis pearls
back. That’ll be enough.”
“Then you will take the case,” I
“On one condition. That you’ll prom-
ise to keep everything away from the
“I’ll promise that for myself and
Miss Bradford, too. That was the
one reason she advanced against my
telling you about things. She was
afraid you’d call in the police.”
“Never fear about that. There’s
nothing I’d like better than to put it
over that bunch of young reformers
they’ve got down in Center street. This
hotel work don’t suit me, anyhow. I’ve
been thinking of opening up an office
of my own. The recovery of the Gas-
ton pearls would be a nice feather in
my cap to start with.”
“I see,” I replied, “but you’ll need
money for expenses and that sort of
thing, won’t you? I have—”
“Leave that part of it to me,” he
retorted with a quizzical smile.
“After all the years I was on the po-
lice force I ain’t exactly broke by a
long shot. All you’ve got to do is to
keep your eyes open and let me know
all that goes on in the apartment
house. I’ll attend to the rest. Don’t
do anything, though, without consult-
ing me first.”
“I’ll gladly promise that.”
“Good enough. We’d better arrange
then to meet here every day at three
sharp. It’s as good a place as any.”'
“I’ll be here.”
“And look out you’re not trailed.
They may try shadowing you again.”
“Who do you mean by they?” I
“Them that trailed you yesterday,”
replied Gorman with a grin. “If you
don’t know, I don’t know either—yet.”
From his manner I was confident
that he already had a shrewd suspi-
cion as to the identity of some of the
miscreants. The maze in the center
of which he had placed Miss Bradford
and myself meant far more to him,
undoubtedly, than it did to me. More
than likely his vast knowledge of the
methods of criminals and his acquaint-
anceship with others like Lefty Moore
had given him clues enough as to
where to look for the plotters. I real-
ized that it would be useless to ques-
tion him further. He would admit
suspecting no one until he was sure
of their guilt, a quality I admired
‘You can count on me,” I repeated.
“I’ll be here at three tomorrow.”
Yet how foolish it was for any of
us to predict what we will be doing or
where we will be twenty-four hours
from now. Seldom do things happen
in the routine of our lives as we had
anticipated. I was not there the next
day at the time appointed. By no pos-
sibility could I have been there, how-
ever much I might have wished to.
Many things had happened in quick
I-Iow it game about that my promise
to meet Gorman went unfulfilled can
best be explained by narrating the
events of the evening aft*.'r I returned
to the Granddeck. It was nearly five
when T left the detective. I strolled
leisurely down town and had dinner in
the cafe where on one occasion I had
seen the scar-faced man. I lingered
there for a long time over my coffee
hoping in, vain that he might appear.
I even ventured to cautiously question
the waiter and head waiter, describing
the man as best I could, but both of
them insisted that they never had seen
any such person. As I walked home
I kept a wary eye out io make sure
I was not being followed, but appar-
ently no one was now shadowing me.
It was nine-thirty when I reached
home. It had been arranged that Bar-
bara about ten would signal me that
we might have a chat from our re-
spective windows. As I sat in my
room waiting for the time to come, I
was reviewing the case in all its as-
pects. Indeed there was hardly a wak-
ing moment that I was nof thinking of
the many mysteries about us. I was
wondering if, when the case was
cleared up the mysterious whispers
that we all had heard would also be
explained. I recalled Claire Brad-
ford’s unexpected visit to my apart-
ment tlie evening before and her con-
fusion when I had captured her. I
wondered, if the explanations she had
offered had been the truth. Was she
really trying to locate the source of
the whispers? I looked interestedly
up at the section of the wall that I
had found her inspecting. What had
she hoped to discover there?
I decided to make a close inspec-
tion of both sides of the wall. As
I lighted up the sitting room and hall
for this purpose, something unusual
came to my notice that had hitherto
escaped me enturely.
THE INNER WALL OF MY ROOM
—the one running along the hall^of
the apartment—HAD THE APPEAR-
ANCE OF BEING AT LEAST FOUR
It seemed so absurd that I refused
to believe the evidence my eyes had
given me. In these modern - clays of
steel construction there was no reason
for a wall being of medieval propor-
tions. I sprang to my great-aunt’s
work basket and began rummaging to
see if I could find a tape measure,
and luckily my search was quickly re-
I sketched a rough diagram of the
rear rooms, and began measuring
them off, carefully checking my figures
as I went along, I found myself grow-
ing wildly excited as the tape meas-
ure confirmed what my eyes already
had told me. The inner wall was at
least four feet thick.
With thrills at the thought of the
possibility of a secret passage there, I
climbed up on a chair just as Claire
Bradford had done, and began in-
specting the wall inch by inch. Even
Does it Gafcli You In the Back?
As I, Trembling All Over at the
Thought of the Peril She Had Been
In, Put My Arms About Her and
Helped Her In.
as I did so I could not help laughing
at myself. The idea that a modern
apartment building might contain a
secret passage was utterly ridiculous,
ye,t as I pounded lightly on the wall
it gave forth a hollow sound, vastly
different from any other part of the
room. I was convinced that between
my room and the lmll there was space
enough at least foi a passageway in
which a man might walk.
I surveyed with growing interest the
wooden paneling that in my room ran
clear up to the ceiling. In the other
rooms Hthere was no paneling. Mount-
ing the chair again I pressed sharply
against the wood at the point from
which the sound had seemed to come.
It seemed to me it gave a little to my
touch. I struck one of the sections a
sharp blow. It dropped back a full
half-inch, leaving what looked like a
doorway—a space three feet wide by
five feet high. The bottom of the
opening was hardly two feet from the
floor. If there was a passageway
here, this panel certainly would ex-
plain how my rooms had been surrep-
Feverishly I worked at the panel try-
ing to push it further back. If there
was a passageway there in the wall I
wits determined to see whither it led.
My efforts to move the panel further
seemed hopeless. As I worked at it I
heard a tapping on my window sill.
It must he Barbara. In my excite-
ment over the find I had forgotten all
about the time. I sprang from the
chair and rushed to the window. I
found her peering out, trying to ascer-
tain why I had not answered her sig-
“Oh,” she breathed with relief, as
my head appeared, “you were there.
Did you see the detective?”
“Yes,” I replied, speaking as low as
my excited state would permit me,
“but just now I discovered something
vastly more important,”
“What is it?”
“A secret passageway leading into
my room. It seems to run along the
hall. The wall there is at least four
feet thick—room for a man to walk.
There is a panel in the wall in my
room leading into it. I was just pry-
ing it open when you signaled.”
“Oh, ho\v I wish I could see it!”
“Why can’t you? Slip out of your
front door, and I’ll be at my door to
“I can’t do that. Mother and Claire
are in the front part of the house
playing bridge with some guests. They
will he sure to^iear me going out.”
“Come in tomorrow morning, then,”
She did not answer, and before( I
realized what she was doing, Barbara
was out on the ledge making her
perilous way across to my window.
“If Claire can do this, I can,” she
announced triumphantly, as I, trem-
bling all over at the thought of the
peril she had been in, put my arms
about her and helped her in.
“Darling,” I cried, still holding her
in my arms, “don’t ever do that again.
It’s too dangerous. Promise me, Bar-
bara, dear, you’ll never again try
With her pretty face flushed at the
terms of endearment that had unwit-
tingly escaped me, she laughingly re-
leased herself from my arms.
“Tliat was nothing,” she said in a
tense whisper. “Where’s the panel?”
Relieved to find that she was not
angered by my presumption, I has-
tened to turn up the light and pointed
at the hole in the wall. As I had done,
she sprang up on the chair and en-
deavored to push the panel further
back, but was unable to budge it.
Quicker witted than I, she then tried
sliding it along. At the slightest
touch it slid hack in a groove, reveal-
ing the opening—leading into what?
Striking a match, we both of us
peered in. The space -between the
walls was certainly high enough and
side enough for a man to walk there
in comfort. So far as the flickering
light of the match enabled us to judge,
it ran the length of the hall, ahd near
its further end there appeared to be
“Come,” cried the intrepid Barbara,
“let’s explore it.”
“No,” I said firmly. “We must
do nothing until I have seen the de-
tective. We have put the case in his
“But we must find out about it,”
protested the girl.
“Tomorrow,” I said. “We know
where it is. We know where the
voices and whispers come from now.”
“I wonder,” she said thoughtfully,
“if there is the same sort of a pas-
sageway in our apartment?”
“Promise me that if you find there
is one, you will not attempt to explore
As we argued about it we both
stopped short and with blanching
faces listened. From somewhere—it
sounded as if it was right below us—
we heard sounds as if two people were
struggling. Then came a woman’s
shriek, a wild scream with the death
terror in it. The sound seemed close
at hand. It seemed to come right up
from the opening in the panel by which
we were standing.
Once more there came an awful
scream—a scream stopped off short as
if some brutal hand had throttled the
“What is it?” cried Barbara.
“Listen.” I commanded. “It seems
to come from the floor below.”
Holding our breaths we strained our
ears for further sounds. Suddenly a
shot rang out, and there was a thud
as if a body had fallen to the floor.
Then all was silence.
With terror in our faces we turned
to each other, seeking an explanation
which neither could give.
“Mother—Claire !” cried Barbara.
“They’ll be alarmed. I must go back
to them at once.”
“She’s been murdered.
Get the police quick.”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Taught Chinese Lacemaking.
The art of lacemaking was first
taught to the Chinese of the Chefoo
district by foreign missionaries about
twenty-five years ago. They believed
that by teaching lacemaking the wom-
en and girls would find profitable em-
ployment within their own homes, and
the subsequent spread of the indus-
try has fully justified their efforts.
Although first taught in Chefoo, Chi
I-Isia Hsien was the first district in
which lace was extensively made.
Time Measured by Candles.
The Chinese, besides using water
clocks, also invented joss-sticks, which
burned uniformly. The joss-stick is
somewhat similar to what good old
King Alfred of England is said to
have used way back in the eight hun-
dreds. He was a great educator, and
discovered that tallow candles could
he used for dividing the time which
he allowed his nobles in which to
make complaiuts against each other.
, T!, ... __
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Perhaps you have become nervous, de-
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Send 10 cents to Dr. Pierce’s Invalids’
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and was greatly
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to all persons suf-
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I and bladder trou-
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Spilling the Beans.
“Now that you have your divorce, I
suppose you have no further use for
“On the contrary.” said the beautiful
actress,” I love Reno and propose to
make my permanent home here.”
And then her mother had to bawl
down the staircase: “Dearie, when
does the next train leave?”—Louis-
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Doubles Its Beauty.
A few cents buys “Danderine.”
After an application of “Danderine”
you can not find a fallen hair or any
dandruff, besides every hair shows new
life, vigor, brightness, more color and
Acme of Activity.
Joshua performed his little stunt.
“Bet you couldn’t make a favorite
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Excess is an enemy of success.
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