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THE MERIDIAN TRIBUNE
The Treasure of th
Bucoleon
Copyright 1923 by Brentano’s, Inc.
--—---By-------
Arthur D. Howden Smith
W. N. U. Service
Copyright 1523, The Ridgeway Co.
SYNOPSIS
Acidity
The common cause of digestive diffi-
culties is excess acid. Soda cannot
alter this condition, and it burns the
stomach. Something that will neu-
tralize the acidity is the sensible
thing to take. That is why physicians
tell the public to use Phillips Milk of
Magnesia.
One spoonful of this delightful prep-
aration can neutralize many times its
volume in acid. It acts instantly; re-
lief is quick, and very apparent. All
gas is dispelled; all sourness is soon
gone; the whole system is sweetened.
Do try this perfect anti-acid, and re-
member it is just as good for children,
too, and pleasant for them to take.
Any drug store has the genuine, pre-
scriptional product.
In New York, Hugh Chesby,
English World war veteran, re-
lates a story of a treasure in
Constantinople in the existence of
which his uncle, Lord Chesby,
firmly believes. A cablegram
notifies Hugh of his uncle’s sail-
ing for New York. At the dock
Hugh and his chum, Jack Nash,
Learn from Watkins, Lord Ches-
by's valet, that the old gentleman
has left with a stranger, purport-
ing to be a friend of Hugh A
mysterious telephone message
notifies Hugh that his uncle is in
a hospital, dying, victim of an
assassin.
He shepherded his assistants out
side the screen, and Hugh pulled me
to my knees beside him.
“This is Jack Nash, Uncle James.’
he said, speaking slowly and distinct
ly. “He is my friend—your friend
He will be with me in whatever 1
have to do for you.”
Lord Chesby's eyes, a clear gray
they were, examined me closely.
“Looks—right.” The syllables trick
led almost soundless from his lips.
PHILLIPS
• Milk .
of Magnesia
MADE 177 A NITSADT96 81 Years
MADE 114101 Old
SINCE D 1 AR 1
1846 Balsam of Myrrh
IT MUST BE GOOD
Try it for Cuts, Bruises, Sores, etc.
All dealers are authorized to refund your money for the
first,bottle if not suited.
Force of Habit
Visitor—Why does your new clerk
jump every time he hears the tele-
phone bell?
Manager—Force of habit. Used to
be a fireman.
Worth Knowing When
Winter Cold Comes!
Did, you ever hear of a five-hour
remedy for colds? There is one, and
it really does bring you out of it com-
pletely. Even if it’s grippe, this meth-
od works, only takes longer. Pape’s
Cold Compound is in tablet form.
Pleasant-Lasting, but it surely has the
“authority!”—Adv.
Forecast
Mistress—What is in that large
bottle?
New Maid—My special cement for
mending china.—Ulk, Berlin.
Links Sound
“He’s a wiry little chap.”
“He doesn’t look it. What does he
do?"
“Connects telephones.”—Judge.
Mrs. Margaret
Washington Tells
How to Get Rid of a Severe Cold
“Last August I took a very severe
cold and it seemed that I couldn’t
break it up. I got so bad that I was
confined to my bed for five weeks,
doctoring all the time without getting
any relief. I had no appetite, natural-
ly lost flesh. In fact, I had given up
all hopes of ever getting any better.
“A friend recommended Milks Emul-
sion and I commenced its use. When
able to leave my bed I weighed 111
pounds. Now, after taking Milks Emul-
sion five weeks, I weigh 125 pounds,
feel better than I have felt in two
years, can eat anything, have no ef-
fects of the cold and work every day.
I thank God and Milks Emulsion for
restoring my health." MRS. MARGA-
RET WASHINGTON, 1699 E. 14th
St., Winston-Salem, N. C.
Sold by all druggists under a guar-
antee to give satisfaction or money
refunded. The Milks Emulsion Co.
Terre Haute, Ind.—Adv.
Tn your friends’ affairs, after the
mystery is solved, it is often as deep
as ever..
CHAPTER I—Continued
—2—
“Yes. He must have made a h—I of
a fight. He’s all slashed up—too old
to stand the shock. This way."
He led us into a long room lined
with beds A high screen had been
reared around one of them, and he
drew it aside and motiond for us to.
enter. An old r surgeon tood by the
head of the narrow bed with a hypo
dermic needle in his hand. Opposite
him kneeled a nurse. Two bulky men
in plain clothes, obvious policemen,
stood at the foot.
And against the pillow lay a head
that might have been Hugh's, frosted
and lined by the years. The gray
hair grow in the same even way as
Hugh’s. The hawk-nose, the deep-set
eyes, the stubborn jaw, the close-
clipped mustache, the small ears, were
all the same. As we entered, the eyes
flashed open an instant, then closed.
“Uncle James!”
The policemen and the nurse eyed
us curiously, but the surgeon by' the
bed kept his attention concentrated
on the inert figure, fingers pressing
lightly on the pulse of a hand that
lay outside the sheets. Swiftly he
stooped, with a low ejaculation to the
nurse. She swabbed the figure’s arm
with a dab of cotton, and the needle,
was driven home.
“Caught him up in time,” remarked
the surgeon impartially. “Best leave
him while it acts. I fancy you will be
able to secure a few words with him
after the strychnia has taken hold,
but he is slipping fast.”
One of the policemen stepped for-
ward.
“I am from the detective bureau,"
he said. “Do you know how this hap-
pened?”
“We know nothing," returned Hugh.
"He landed from the Aquitania this
morning. We were late in reaching
the pier. When we reached it he was
gone, ostensibly to seek my apart-
ment.”
“Name?" asked the detective, thumb-
ing a notebook.
“His? Chesby. It’s mine, too.”
"English %"
"Yes."
“Business or profession?”
"Well, 1 don’t know how to answer
that question. He is a scholar—and
then he’s a member of the house of
lords."
A subtle change came over the faces
of the policemen. They became ab-
surdly deferential. Their interest,
which had been perfunctory, sre in-
tent
"Gee-roosalum!” exclaimed one of
them. “This is beginning to look big.
Who could have wanted to bump off
a guy like him? Was he—a gay sorter
ord boy, eh?”
“Positively, no. He was the last man
to suspect of anything like that. He
has been a traveler and a student all
bls life."
“What was his specialty?”
"Gypsy dialects and history, and the
ancient history of Constantinople.”
“Gypsies, eh?” The detective was all
alert. “He was picked up corner of
ffit’s—treasure—Hugh." His eyes
burned momentarily with triumph.
“Know—where—”
“But who stabbed you?”
I have often wondered what would
have happened if Hugh had let him
talk on the treasure, instead of switch
ing the subject.
“Toutou,” answered the dying man.
with sudden strength. “Tiger—that
chap—others—against—him”
“But why? Why did he do it?”
Once more the smile of triumph
in the eyes.
“Wouldn’t— tell — him — treasure —
said—torture—broke— away — gypsies
Exhaustion overcame him. His eyes
closed.
“Is he going?” 1 murmured.
Hugh crouched lower and held his
COULD NOT
SLEEP NIGHTS
Helped By Lydia E. Pink-
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Change of Life and
I think it is a won-
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I feel nervous and
run-down my hus-
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tle right away. It
is a great help to
me and I think
that if other people
would only take it
when they feel all
--------------------- run-down and take
it as the directions say, they would
find it a great benefit. My worst symp-
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did not care about my work. I was
so nervous I would cry if anyone
looked at me.”--—Mas. ADA BESSE, 196
Washington Street, Fairhaven. Mass.
Thirteenth street and Avenue C.
There’s plenty of gypsy dumps in that
neighborhood. A man and three wom-
en saw him dropped from a closed
auto. The gyps are bad people to get
down on you, clannish as h—I and
awful suspicions. It may be this here
Lord Chesby crossed some family of
’em in his studying and they went out
to knife him. We’ll start to work on
that clew, anyhow.”
The detective stepped around the
screen, and Hugh touched the senior
surgeon on the arm.
"How long?” .
“Probably only a few minutes.”
As he spoke, the deep-sunk eyes
flickered open, surveyed us almost
quizzically one by one.
Hugh bent forward, Watkins beside
him.
“Do you know me. Uncle James?"
The lips parted, framed words that
were barely audible.
“Good lad! Where’s Watkins?”
“Ere, your ludship,” volunteered
the valet, with a gulp.
“Send—others—”
The surgeon stooped to feel the
pulse, reached for the needle and shot
in a second injection. Its effect was
instantaneous. The dying man’s eyes
brightened; a very faint tinge of col-
or glowed in his ashen face.
“I’m afraid that second shot will
hasten the end,” the surgeon muttered
to me, "but it will give the poor old
fellow more strength while he lasts
Moha the most of your opportunity.
stand. Uncle James wanted it that
way and his word is law. The police
can't help us. We are playing a lone
hand. All rules are off."
“A lone hand?” I repeated. “Does
that mean that Nikka is out of it?"
“1 hate to drag him away from his
concerts,” answered Hugh, consider-
ing. "Ie's making pots of money.
But if there’s a gypsy angle to this
he’d he priceless to us.”
“And he'd never forgive us if we
left him out," I added.
“I suppose he wouldn’t. Tell you
what, we’ll cable him to meet us in
London at my solicitor’s office. I want
to tal' io Bellowes and have a look at
the Charter Chest.”
CHAPTER II
The Papers in the Charter
Chest
At Liverpool we wired to Hugh’s
solicitors for an appointment that aft
ernoon and dispatched Watkins direct
to Chesby with the body pt his late
master. We arrived at London about
four o’clock, and took a taxi to the
offices of Courtenay, Bellowes. Man
son and Courtenay.
A clerk stepped forward as we en-
tered, but before he could speak a
brown figure shot out of an inner of-
fice and wrapped Hugh and me in a
jovial hug. It was Nikka thinner than
wi remembered him, but with the
same steady eyes and quiet smile. He
was abashed by his own en husiasm
and started to apologize.
“I am so glad to see you two,” he
said “that I forget it is a time of sad
ness. Yet even so it means gladness
for me that 1 see my friends again."
“It’s gladness for all of us.” Hugh
returned, wringing his hand, with its.
delicate, sinewy fingers.
“It means something like the old
price for his efforts,” answered Hugh.
“1 can’t find it in my heart to take
exception to his extravagances after
what happened in New York. And I am
sure he would have wished us to go
after the treasure rt any cost.”
“The treasure!” Mr. Bellowes per-
mitted himself a faint smile of amuse-
ment. “Am I to understand that your
lordship has succumbed to this fata1
lure ?”
“You may understand that 1 am ex-
tremely interested in the possibility of
finding it," retorted Hugh.. “1 do not
blame you one instant for being skep-
tical, Mr. Bellowes. I felt so, myself,
until recent events forced me to the
conclusion that there may—notice,
please, that 1 say may—be more to
the matter than I bad imagined. 1 am
anxious to secure your advice, and
therefore I propose that Mr. Nash and
I recount for you and Mr. Zaranko
precisely what happened in connection
with my uncle’s visit to New York."
So we began with the time I found
the messenger boy studying the door-
car of our apartment, and carried
the tale through to Lord Chesby's
death in Bellevue. Mr. Bellowes was
visibly shocked.
“I had not supposed such criminals
existed any longer,” he said. "How-
eve., let me draw to your attention
the fact that these incidents happen 1
in New York. They could never have
happened in England.”
“They might have happened any-
where." interjected Nikka, speaking
for the first time. His face was very
serious as he leaned forward over the
table.
"In the first place,” he continued,
••consider this treasure. I have always
heard of it as the Treasure of the
Bucoleon, hut 1 believe it is also some-
times referred to as the Treasure of
Andronicus."
“You mean to say, you, too, have
heard of it?” exclaimed Mr. Bellowes.
“Yes. It is well known in the Near
East. I am a gypsy. M, father before
me was Voivode Tzabidjo, or king, of
the Balkan gypsies. 1 have heard a
story that a certain tribe of gypsies in
Constantinople guard the supposed
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“What Was His Specialty?"
watchcase to the blue lips. A mist
clouded the polished surface.
“Give him time,” he said. “Watty,
who is Toutou?"
"Never heard of ’im, sir. Oh. Mister
Hugh, sir, is ’is ludship—”
The gray eyes opened; the lips be-
gan to move.
"Watch—out—that— gang — desper-
ate—be—after—you.”
“But who are they, Uncle James?”
"Tout u—worst—Beran—many—bad
—lot.”
“Where did they take you? Tell ns
and we shall have them arrested?”
The gray eyes glittered.
“No—no—lad—avoid—police — don’t
talk—treasure—”
“Where is the treasure?” 1 inter-
posed.
“Bull—cedars—li-—”
His breathing dwindled to little, flut-
tering gasps, but he fought on.
“How did you find it, Uncle James?
asked Hugh softly.
That gay smile of triumph shone
in his eyes for the last time.
“Used—my—brain—all — laughed —
me—in—Hugh’s—"
And the life flickered put of him
as we watched.
There were several details to be
settled with the hospital authorities.
The British consulate had to be
notified. Reporters had to be seen.
It was early evening when the three
of us returned to the apartment, and
the newsboys were yelling an extra.
“English nobleman murdered on the
East side! Horrible death of Lord
Chesby!”
I bought a copy, and we read it as
we walked down Fifth avenue.
“After landing from the Cunarder
Aquitania this morning. Lord Chesby,
a dignified, scholarly man of fifty-
eight, was lured away from the bier
into the purelieus of the East side,
where, apparently after a valiant
fight for life, he was set upon and
hacked with knives. His body, still
living, was left by an automobile—”
“Skip it," ordered Hugh impatiently.
“What do they say of the object of
the crime?”
“‘From the fact that Lord Chesby
has made a life-long study of gypsy
lore and dialects,’ I read on, 'the po-
lice suspect that some criminal of
these nomad tribes may have slain the
distinguished man, either for personal
gain or vengeance. Lord Chesby’s
nephew and heir, the Hon. Hugh
James Ronald Howard Chesby, who is
a Wall Street bond-broker, received a
telephone message during the after-
noon, notifying him of bis uncle’s
fate and warning him that the same
end would be bis If he made any at-
tempt to run down the assassins.'"
“I don’t like it,” interrupted Hugh
again, frowning, "but it will have to
life once more," 1 added. "That is.
if you can come, Nikka.”
“I’ll come,” he said simply. "For
two years I have been faithful to my
fiddle. Now, I think, it is time I had
arest."
An elderly gentleman, with gray
hair and precise features, emerged
from the Inner offices and bowed
deferentially to Hugh.
“I trust your lordship is in good
health. If you remember—”
“Of course, Mr. Bellowes,” assented
Hugh. “I remember you very well.
This is mj friend. Mr. Nash. Mr.
Zaranko. I take it, you already know.
Are you at liberty?”
“Surel , sir. I expected you. This
way, please.”
And he ushered us into a room
where chairs were clustered about a
square table on which reposed a huge,
steel-bound box of very heavy, dark
oak. Mr. Bellowes waved his hand
toward the box.
“I trust I anticipated your lord-
ship’s wishes. I directed the bank to
send up the Charter Chest this after-
noon.”
“Quite right,” said Hugh, “it will
sumplify our task. Did my uncle
leave any will?”
A shadow settled on Mr. Bedlowes'
lined face.
‘“There was no need, your lordship.
The estate is entailed. The shipping
bonds, your grandmother's dower,
went before the war. The mining
shares all have been sold, as well as
several smaller blocks of securities.
Aside from some insurance accruing
from your uncle’s demise, there is
practically nothing outside of the
Chesby lands.”
He wrung his hands nervously.
“Oh, Mr. Hugh—1 beg your pardon,
your lordship—I don’t know what we
shall have to do. The death duties
can scarcely be met. I am afraid we
must raise another mortgage at a ruin-
ous rate or else move to break the
entail nd sell off some of the farms.
I warned his late lordship again and
again of the harm he was doing, but
he would never listen to me.”
“Poor Unci. James has paid a stiff
site of the treasure. But I do not
vouch for the story
I do, however, vouch for the state-
ment that Lord Chesby is confronting
an organized international band of
criminals with many gypsy members;
and I do not believe that such • band
would was'e time on any enterprise
which they did not have good reason
to believe would promise handsome
profits. I know something of this
hand. If it is the one i have heard of
we are menaced by the most intelli-
gent combination of thieves, murder-
ers and outlaws that ever acted to-
gether.”
“What do you know about them?” I
asked.
“I have heard that they are doing
a great deal of smuggling, and it is
in this work that they use the gypsies
especially. I have heard, too, of this
Toutou LaFitte, but he has many other
names. He is said to be a combina-
tion of blood-thirtsy monster and in-
tensely clever strategist. The band
have ramifications in all classes of so-
clety, and there are few countries
They do not reach. I have no doubt,
Hugh, they made arrangements in
your uncle’s case with some affiliated
organization In America.”
“Why don’t you tell this to the po-
Lice?" demanded Mr. Bellowes.
“What good would it do? The po-
lice would laugh at me—and I should
Ire stabbed some, dark night. No. I
can turn my knowledge to better use
by aiding Lord Chesby in his quest.
“It’s blame lucky we have Nikka to
help us!" I exclaimed. “And I'd like
to ask him for his candid opinion on
the treasure business.”
“I don’t know,” said Nikka slowly.
“1 should not like to raise Hugh’s
hopes, but—put it this way. 1 should
not be surprised if it is true. Before
we go any farther, let us ascertain the
facts we have to go upon.”
“That is my idea,” agreed Hugh.
"Mr. Bellowes. I gathered from Wat-
kins that my uncle discussed his dis-
covery with you. Did he indicate pre-
I cisely what It was or where he had
found it?”
Mr. Bellowes joined his fingers tip
to tip with meticulous precision. A
thoughtful expression possessed his
face.
“Watkins is correct in his supposi-
tion. Your uncle did discuss his—ah—
fancied discovery with me. Aside from
the fact that he had made it whilst
at Chesby—”
“At Chesby?" Hugh interrupted.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
11
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in the pathetic close-ups?—London
Humorist.
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Begin on Salts
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Frog's Privilege
Hewitt—"The frog would awooing
go." Jewett—“Why not? It is al-
ways leap year for the frog.”
Dr. John Gregory, a Scotch phy-
sician and a master student of hu-
man nature, left a bit of shrewd and
sophisticated writing in “A Father’s
Legacy to His Daughters," which he
published, in 1797. For reasons best
known to themselves, the ladies may
be interested in his admonishings:
“Be ever cautious in displaying
your good sense. It will be thought
you assume a superiority over the
rest of the company. But If you hap-
pen to have any learning, keep it a
profound secret, especially from the
men, who generally look with a jeal-
ous and malignant eye on a woman
with good parts and a cultivated un-
derstanding.
“A man with real genius and can
dor is far superior to this meanness.
But such a one will seldom fall in
your way; and if by accident he
should, do not be anxious to show the
full extent of your knowledge. If he
as any opportunities of seeing you,
he will soon discover it himself; and
* you have any advantages of person
or manner, and keep your secret, he
will probably give you credit for a
great deal more than you possess.”—
Detroit News.
Bible in Cracker Box
The British and Foreign Bible so-
ciety has published an important edi-
tion of the Scriptures in the principal
language of Uganda. The volume is
very long in shape, but it is only
three inches
inches thick.
A peculiar
vide and aboat three
reason
adoption of this form.
occasioned the
In Central Af-
rica the white ants and other insects
rapidly destroy a book unless it is
well protected. The representative of
the society recommended that the edi-
tion mentioned be issued in a form
that would fit into the tin biscuit
boxes which are used in Uganda.
First Recorded Strike
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in ancient Rome, 494 B. C.-
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