The Claude News (Claude, Tex.), Vol. 14, No. 20, Ed. 1 Friday, February 4, 1916 Page: 2 of 8
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Bf HAROLD MAC GRATH
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kr thm Thanhoustr Film Company
tOswicht. BU, to Harold MaeQraU)
chapter XXII.
A NlgM of Adventure.
Tha Mnl government agreed to
•W Batting, to pat no obstaclea in the
**7 at the Russian agent, provided he
«oald abduct Ma trio without serious-
ly clashing with the New York police
Authorities, It waa a recognized fact
that the local police force wanted the
Mwapaper glory which would attend
the crushing of the Black Hundred.
It would be an exploit. But their glory
waa all; nor did Servan take his trio
back with him to Russia.
Many strange things happened that
sight, the night of the final adven-
ture.
Florence sat In her room reading.
The book was "Oliver Twist," not the
pleasantest sort of book to read un-
der the existing circumstances. Sev-
eral times—she had reached the place
where Fagin overheard Nancy's con-
fession—she fancied Bhe heard doors
closing softly, but credited it to her
Imagination. Poor Nancy, who want-
ed to be good but did not find time to
be! Florence possessed a habit fa-
miliar to most of us; the need of ap-
ples or candy when we are reading.
6b she rang the bell for her maid.
Intending to ask her to bring up seme
apples. She turned to her reading,
presently to break off and strike the
bell again. Where was that maid? She
waited perhaps five minutes, then laid
flown the book and began to investi-
gate.
There was not a servant to be found
hi the entire house! What in the
world could that mean? Used as she
was to heartrending suspense, she was
aone the less terrified. Something had
taken the servants from the house.
From whence was the danger to come
this time? Where was Jones? Why
did he not return as he had promised?
It was long past the hour when he
■aid be would be back.
She went into the library and picked
dp the telephone. She was told that
Mr. Norton waa out on an assignment,
but that be would be notified the mo-
ment he returned. She opened a draw-
noiselessly toward the Hargreave
place. He passed a man leaning
against a lamppost, but be never
turned to look at him.
This man, however, threw away his
cigar and hot-footed it to the nearest
pay station. He knew In his soul that
he had Just seen the man for whom
they bad been hunting all these weary
but strenuous weeks—Stanley Har-
greave in the flesh! Half an hour
after his telephone message the chief
of the Black Hundred and many lesser
lights were on their way to the house
of mystery. Had they but known!
Now, the man who had created this
tremendous agitation went serenely
on. He proceeded directly and fear-
lessly to the front door, produced a
latchkey and entered. He passed
through the hall and reception room
to the library and paused on the
threshold dramatically. Florence
stepped back with a sharp cry of
alarm. She had heard the hall door
open and close and had taken It for
granted that Jones had entered.
There was a tableau of short dura-
tion.
"Don't you know me?" asked the
stranger in a singularly pleasant voice.
Florence had been imposed upon
too many times. She shook her head
defiantly, though her knees shook so
that she was certain that the least
touch would send her over.
"I am your father, child!"
Florence slipped unsteadily behind
the desk and seized the revolver which
lay in the drawer. The man by the
curtains smiled sadly. It was a smile
that caused Florence to waver a bit.
Still she extended her arm.
"You do not believe me?" said the
man, advancing slowly.
"No. I have been deceived too many
times, sir. Stay where you are. You
will wait here till my butler returns.
Oh, if I were only sure!" she burst
out suddenly and passionatt.il. "What
proof have you that yor are what you
say?"
He came, toward her, holding out his
hands. • "This, that you cannot shoot
me. Ah, the damnable wretches!
*r in the desk^^She touched the au-^ ^(iat have they done to you, my child,
tninaltn tjiVo it '• (.'Tie ♦.. . _ «
loinatic, fyke it STie
left the.^Ker open, however.
Earlier, at the newspaper office that
flight, Jim went into the managing cd-
..lior's office and laid a bulky manu-
script on that gentleman's desk.
"Is this it?"
"It is," said Jim.
"You have captured them?"
"No; but there is a net about them
(Tom which not one shall escape.
There's the story of my adventures, of
the adventures of Miss Hargreave and
the butler, Jones. You'll find it ex-
citing enough. You might just as well
send it up to the composing room. At
midnight I'll telephone the intioduc-
tion. It's a scoop i*on't worry aboiit
that."
The editor riffied the pages.
"A hundred and twelve pages, 300
Words to the page; man it's a novel!"
"It'll read like one."
"Sit down for a moment and let me
skim through the first story."
At the end of ten minutes the editor
laid down the copy. He opened a draw-
er and took out two envelopes. The
blue one ho tore up and dropped into
the waste basket. Norton understood
and smiled. They had meant to dis-
charge him if he fell down. The other
envelope was a fat one.
"Open it," said the editor, smiling s
little to himself.
This envelope contained a check for
|2,EiOO, two round-trip first-class tickets
to Liverpool, together with innumer-
able continental tickets such as are
Issued to tourists.
"Why two?" asked Jim, innocently.
"Forget it, my boy, forget it. You
ought to know that in this office we
don't employ blind men. The whole
staff is on. There you are, a fat check
end three months' vacation. Go and
get married; and if you return before
the three months are up I'll fire you
myself on general principles."
Jim laughed happily and the two
men shook hands. Then Jim went
forth to complete the big assignment.
Five minutes later Florence called him
up to learn that he had gone.
What should she do? Jones had
told her to stay In the bouse and not
to leave it But where was he? Why
did he not come? What was the mean-
ing of this desertion by the servants?
She wandered about aimlessly, looking
out of windows, imagining forms in
the shadows. Her Imagination had
not deceived ber; she had heard doors
£lose softly.
"Susan, Susan!" she murmured; but
JSusan was In the hospital.
"Oliver Twist!" What had possessed
her to start reading that old tale
again? She should have read some-
thing of a light -ind joyous character.
After balf an hour's wandering about
the lonely house she returned to the
library, feeling that she wopld be
safer where bcth telepnftne' and re-
volver were.
And wh'.le she stU^waiting for she
knew not what, bSt swiftly beating
heart sending the \JooA Into her throat
so that It almost sjRocated her, a man
turned into the atraat and walked
to make you auspicious of every one?
IIow I have watched over you in the
street! I will tell you what only Jones
and the reporter know, that tlie avia-
tor died, that I alone was rescued,
that I gave Norton the five thousand;
that I watched the windows of the Rus-
sian woman, and overheard nearly ev-
ery plot that was hatched in the coun-
cil chamber of the Black Hundred;
■9s>£-
The Clean Life of the Reporter Told.
that I was shot in the arm while cross-
ing the lawn one night. And now we
have the scoundrels just where we
want them. They will be in this house
for me within half an hour, and not
one of them will leave it in freedom.
I am your father, Florence. I am
the lonely father who has spent
the best years of his life away
from you In order to secure your
safety. Can't you feel the truth of all
this?"
"No, no! Please do not approach
any nearer; stay where you are!"
At that moment the telephone rang.
With the revolver still leveled she
picked up the receiver.
"Hello, hello! Who is It? . .
Oh, Jim, Jim, come at once! I am
holding at bay a man who says he is
my father. Hold him where he Is, you
say? All right, I will. Come quick!"
"Jim!" murmured the man, still ad-
vancing. He must have that revolver.
The poor child might spoil the whole
affair. "So what Jones tells me Is
true: that you are going to marry this
reporter chap?"
She did not answer.
"With or without my consent?"
If only he would drop that fearless
smile! she thought. "With or without
anybody's consent," she said.
'^ibat in
the world can I say to you
to conv^ce you?" be cried. "The trap
is sat; bu^ff Bralne and his men come
and And
child, wa
tW1 ttai ma*
««r arm. w*
tear hereof loose.
"My ohtld, la God's name, llatan to
reason! They are entering the hall
and they will have us both."
Suddenly Florence knew. Bhe oould
not'have told you why; but there waa
an appeal in the man'a voice that went
to her heart.
"You are my father!"
"Yes, yes! But you've found it out
Just a trifle too 'ate, my dear. Quick;
this side of the desk!"
Bralne and b<* men dashed into the
library. Olga ntered leisurely.
"Both of them!" yelled Bralne ex-
ultantly. "Both of them together;
what luck!"
There was a sharp, fierce struggle;
and when It came to an end Har-
greave was trussed to a chair.
"Ah, so we meet again, Hargreave!"
said Braine.
Hargreave shrugged. What he
wanted was time.
"A million! We have you. Where
Is it, or I'll twist your heart before
your eyes."
"Father, forgive me!"
"I understand, my child."
"Where is It?" Bralne seized Flor-
ence by the wrist and swung her to-
ward him.
"Don't tell him, father; don't mind
me," said the girl bravely.
Braine, smiling his old evil smile,
drew the girl close. It was the last
time he ever touched her.
"Look!" screamed Olga.
Every ohe turned, to see Jones' face
peering between the curtains. There
was an ironic smile on the butler's
lips. The face vanished.
"After him!" cried Braine, releasing
Florence.
"After him!" mimicked a voice from
the hall.
The curtains were thrown back sud-
denly. Jones appeared, and Jim and
the Russian agent and a dozen police-
men. Tableau!
Braine was the only man who kept
his head. He floored Norton, smashed
a window, and leaped out The blow
dazed Norton, but he was on his feet
almost instantly and followed liraine
through the window. Across the lawn
the two sped, with an exchange of
shots which emptied both automatics
but did no damage. Braine headed
for his auto. He jumped in, only to
be hauled out again by the furious
reporter. A hand-to-hand fight fol-
lowed; and the clean life of the re-
porter told.
"There, my angelic friend, I believe
that the game is up. There Is one
shot left in this automatic. If you
make any attempt to escape, I'll let
you have It; not to kill but to disable.
You and your precious countess will
sail tomorrow morning for the Baltic,
and from there you will go to the lead
mines." He dragged his prisoner to-
ward the house.
"Your troubles are over, my child,"
said Hargreave, as he pressed Flor-
ence to his heart.
"Arid mine have begun," murmured
the countess. "But 1 have still one
shot."
The police stood encircling her.
Calmly she opened her handbag anil
took out her hankderchief. It was
a thick and heavy silk one. Swiftly
she unscrewed the top of her walking
stick (It will be seen now that the
carrying of it was not an affectation!),
extracted a vial and threw it violently
to the floor. An overpowering sweet
odor filled the room. Jones, knowing
how deeply versed Braine was in ori-
ental poisons and narcotics, made a
desperate but futile effort to tear down
a curtain to throw over the liquid; but
even in the effort he felt his senses
going. The last he was conscious of
was a mocking laugh.
But the entrance of Jim, dragging
] Braine after him, shocked all the ban-
i tor out of the countess. She turned
| and rushed madly for the stairs, with-
, out having the least Idea how she was
j to manage an escape from the upper
: stories. She had thought Braine free.
I As she flew up the steps all the past
returned, all her warnings to that stub-
j born man. This was the end . .
j Russia! The horrors of the cold and
the deadly damps of the mines . . .
forever!
Jim, still holding the battered con-
spirator, watched her flight In amaze-
ment. lie could not understand till
he pushed Braine into the library and
the vanishing odor assailed his nos-
trils. What these fumes were he nev-
er knew, but they proved to be transi-
tory. Five minutes sufficed to bring
all back to their senses. For the while
they forgot Olga.
"This man is mine." said Servan,
nodding toward Braine.
"He's yours without charge," said
Jim.
"I'm an American citizen," paid
Braine, who, realizing what the fu-
ture held, readily preferred a long
prison term in America to the horrors
of Russian exile.
"Your certificate has been de-
stroyed," said Servan, "and the state
department considers your papers void
because you obtained them under false
oaths. You are an undesirable citi-
zen; and the republic is happy to learn
that you will be taken off its hands."
"And because," added Norton, "you
have laid too many mines in the black-
mailing business, and the government
does not propose to have them made
known to the public through a long
and useless trial. It was a long run,
old top; but right is right. And by
the way, I want you to meet Mr Jed-
son, formerly of Scotland Yard."
He indicated Jones, who -itarted.
he loet M
haggai/Sratna, "UM&fthcnlc
a million, and you have bean within
a foot of it a dozen timea. it has baas
under your very nose. Do yon re
member Poe't 'gjurloioed Letter f Hal
Under your very note, within touch of
your hand! Now, take him away, Mr.
Servan. The police will be satisfied
with the prisoners they have."
So, presently, Hargreave, Jones,
Florence and Jim were alone. That
smile which had revealed to Florence
her father'a identity stole over his face
again. He put hl| hand on Jim's shoul-
der and beckoned to Florence.
"Are you really anxious to marry
this young man?"
Florence nodded.
"Well, then, do so. And go to Eu-
rope with him on your honeymoon;
and as a weddtng present to you both,
for every dollar that he has I will add
a hundred; and when you get tired of
1
The Escape of Countess Olga.
travel you will both come back here to
live. The Black Hundred baa ceased
to 'exist."
"And now," said Jones, shaking bis
shoulders.
"Well?" said Hargreave.
"My business is done. Still—"Jones
paused.
"Co on," said Hargreave soberly.
"Well, the truth is. sir, I've grown
used to you. And if you'll let me play
the butler till the end 1 shall be most
happy."
"1 waB going to suggest It."
Norton took Florence by the hand
ami drew her away.
"Where are you taking me?" she
asked.
"I'm going to tako this pretty hand
of yours and put It flat upon $1,000,-
000. And if you don't believe it, fol-
low me."
She followed.
THE END.
SPHERE FOR WOMAN DOCTOR
MAINTENANCE OF GOOD ROADS
Farmera Urged to Vote Agalnat Bonds
or Taxaa Whenever Plana Do
Not Provide for Up-K «p,
The progressive farmer believes in
good roadl, as everybody knows. No-
body needs good roadi more than the
farmer and bis family. Good roads
Increase profits and enrich social life.
Poor roads cost more than good ones.
At the same time, we have reached
the conclusion that it is our patriotic
duty to advise our readers to vote
against road bonds or road taxes
whenever the plans for building the
roads do not Include proper provision
for maintaining them after they are
built. It Is just as foolish to spend
money to build a road, without at the
same time providing for funds to keep
it up, as It would be to spend money
to get a horse without providing feed
for him after he Is bought. The South
has wasted millions and millions by
building roads without keeping them
up, and it is high time to stop wast-
ing the people's tux money in this
fashion. We must aim not merely to
get good roads but to keep good roads.
Another important matter is that
of having all road expenditures made
under expert supervision. Secretary |
of Agriculture Houston says: "The
nation today is spending annually the
equivalent of more than $200,000,000
for roads. Much of this is directed by
local supervisors and it is estimated
by experts that of the amount so di-
rected anywhere from 30 to 40 per
cent is, relatively speaking, wasted
or misdirected." Every state should
have a state highway commission, and
the people should not vote money for
any expensive scheme of country road
Improvement until it has been ap-
proved by experts.
The third matter we wish to em-
phasize is the importance of the road
drag. As we have snid before, the
Decidedly Encouraging From Ev*
ery Standpoint.
Speaking of condltlona generally is
Canada, the most encouraging feature
of the year, from a trade and financial
standpoint, has been the bountiful
harvest of the Northwest, where a
greatly Increased area under cultiva-
tion has given the highest average
yield in the history of the country. It
Is estimated that the grain crop of
Manitoba, Saskatchewan and Alberta
has a market value to the producers of
approximately four hundred million
dollars, in the use of which we may
anticipate not only the liquidation ot
much Indebtedness, but the stimula-
tion of current trade.
The annual reports of the varloua
banks throughout Canada are now be-
ing published. They savor of opti-
mism all the way through, and, con-
trary to what might be generully ex-
pected in war times, business is good
everywhere. '
The General Manager of the Bank of
Montreal at the recent annual meet-
ing said: "The position of Canada ia
a highly favored one, with an assured
future of growth, development and
general prosperity."
In the same report It Is said that the
Canadian West "has recovered to a
marked extent from the economic dis-
location of a year ago."
The season's wheat and other cereal
crops have exceeded all previous rec-
ords in quantity and quality, and, de-
spite the enormous yield, prices have
been uncommonly well maintained.
It would bo difficult to exaggerate
the importance of these results to the
Prairie Provinces—and the Dominion
at large.
The prosperity of those engaged Id
mixed farming and ranching is most
encouraging.
The flour mills In Manitoba, Sas-
katchewan and Alberta are busy and
drag Is undoubtedly the cheapest good are doing well. 1 heir combined daily
roads maker ever invented, and if
some commercial company had pat-
ented it and sold it at five times its
cost, every county in the South would
bo using It. It is so simple and cheap
capacity is about 27,000 barrel*
The large advances of the Dominion
Government to farmers in certain dis-
tricts, principally In the form of seed,
were made very opportuntl and have
that people will not realize what a heen amply justified by the very large
wonder-worker it is. The time to pre-
vent next winter's bad roads is now,
and the way to prevent them is to
make plana to have the roads dragged
Every farmer Interested ought to Eee
his county road authorities and demand
action. Send to the United States
department of agriculture, Washing-
ton, D. C., for a free copy of Farmers'
Bulletin 697, "The Road Drag and
How to Use It," and keep pestering
crop yield in tlioso districts.
Business in many Important lines la
good and should continue to Improve
as returns from grain yet to be mar-
keted are received.
The general business outlook has
been transformed by the large crop.
The returns of the gross earnings of
Canadian railroads for November show
those of the Canadian Pacific in-
creased $1,79(5,000 or 78 per cent for
Writer's Opinion Is That She Has
Properly Taken the Place
That Is Her Right.
your fellow citizens until your county the last nine days of the month. Com-
gots the dragging habit. I pared with same month year ago, in-
1. Road building is too expensive creaso no less than *5,291,000 or 67.6
a business for you to intrust it to 1 per cent against a 45 per cent gain in
October, and a decrease of 4 y2 per
cent in September.
11. V. Meredith, of the Bank of Mont-
real, In h recent address delivered at
| Montreal, declared that the most er,-
! couraging feature from a trade and
finance standpoint had been the boun-
! tiful harvest of the Northwest, where
the greatly increased area under culti-
, vation had given the highest average
i in history of the country. He esti-
mated the grain crop of the three
provinces nt a value of over $100,000,-
000, and said that such remarkable re-
sults would have the effect of attract-
ing the tide of immigration to our
shores, when the world is again at.
peace. The restoration of a favorable
balance in our foreign trade Is a fac-
| tor of supreme importance at the pres-
J ent time.
It is the general opinion In the East
They tell us now that we are the \
fighting sex. Why have wo been so
long? Ardent, beautiful, sweet as a
nut, with nut-brown eyes under lids !
like pointed white flames, with her rip-
pling wing of hair in the same sweet, \
hot tones, with her tall grace and :
grave glance and white, expert, sensi-
tive hands—the scientist's hands
which take account of a hair—why is
she here—this woman—bending over
her tubes and flasks and microscope
Instead of in a drawing room, with
bowls of white hyacinths at her el-
bow? Why, within sixty years after j
medicine is open to women, are 10,000 men without expert knowledge. Do
practicing in this country alone? Is it [ mand that your state highway com-
because ^e are tired of ignorance in i mission approve your county s proj i 1915 grain crop in the Prai-
An Improved Highway in Georgia.
ects.
pity?
if there were no other field for | 2. The cheapest way to keep dirt
woman doctors, unmarried mothers j roads in good conditions is by the use
of the drag. Demand that your coun-
would make a place in the world for
them. If there is any psychology of
sex, or sex antagonism, or sisterhood
among women, or any of the other
things we talk of so gayly in our
search to get at the truth about men
and women, surely it is easier to look
into a woman's eyes than into a man's
when you hear that you are to un-
dertake motherhood ouside the plan
society has for this service to it.
"1 am a woman myself and I know
what you bear"—the eyes of the wom-
an doctor answer to those others
which meet hers in their first startled
comprehension.—The Metropolitan.
ty commissioners make plans for us-
ing it to improve the roads you al-
; rie Provinces not only put the whole
Dominion in a sounder trade and finan-
cial standing, but that it will also re-
sult in a big increase in immigration
to the West of agricultural settlers,
who will include capitalized farmere
ready have instead of spending all the frora KUI-ope and the United States bp
road money building new roads. we" us 'lolucsteadors. Advertisement.
3. There is no such thing as a "per- Literal
manent road," hence no plan for road -x hoar the n(;wiy-weds had a fall-
building should be approved unless it |ng out ye[1te.-day."
Early History of Pittsburgh.
The investment of all there was of
Pittsburgh at the time by the victo-
rious army of General Forbes waa
completed November 25, 1768, the day
following the blowing up of Fort Du
quesne by the French and the fligh{
of them and their Indian allies. Thf
small and scattered forces command-
ed by the dying General Forbes, who
had insisted on being brought on for
the celebration of the fall of the fort,
assembled at the "meeting of the wa-
ters," one strong detachment under
General Armstrong having come down
from Kittanlng by hasty marching, at
which place they had fought a sevire
battle with the Indians, the general
being later honored by having th
county named for him of which Kit-
taning Is the Ooanty seat.
includes provision for keeping up the
roads after they are built.—The Pro-
gressive Farmer.
Narrow Roads of Benefit.
While it is bad policy to build roads
of such narrow width where traffic is
"So soon? What was it about?"
"About the turn in the road yonder.
Their rear tire blow up."
To Drive Out Malaria
And Build Up The System
aupsttnm JTT " *" """ i "STELE!* chd. ^Tknow
questionably there aro many districts «hat you are biking, as the formula ie
where they would be a profitable in- printed on every label, showing it to
vestment as compared with the fruit- guinine and Iron in a tasteless form. The
less effort to maintain ordinary atone Quinine drives out malaria, the Iron
or dirt roads. builds up the system.
Banish Poor Roads.
Good road-building material Is found
In practically every county, according
to the University of Missouri exhibits
Bhown at the state fair. It ought to
bo used to banish poor roads.
Jo cents.
Strictly Modern.
She—Do you mind If I smoke?
He—Oh, please do! I like the smel)
of It. All my sisters smoke.—Puck.
War Songs.
King George'rt troops march well te
„„ .. , _. the Tipperarv sbng, but is It possible
... ... , yeg: *enf on the reporter, "I rec- that the sultaiTs forces are hiking
like this, good heaven, ognized him long ago.' aiong to the Lunn ■"rn-key In th'
both lost I Coma, come?" 1 "It la true." aald Hargreave. taking Straw r—Cleveland Plain
Good Roada.
The Improvements of good roads
and ditches is a matter which con
cerns every farmer who desires to In-
crease the value of his land or the
farm property of the community io
which be resides as a whole.
Oil Helps Greatly.
OH, properly applied, helps greatly,
but the duat must be- removed, and
the aurface broken up and looaaned
about two Inches deep; otherwia* tba
oil atanda la poola or runs Inf* the
ditch.
Mot Gray Hairs bat Tired Eyes
make us look older than we are. Keep
your Eyes young and you will look younc.
After the Movies Murine Tour Eyes. Don t
tell your ago. Murine Eye Remedy
Chicago. Sends Eye Rook on request.
Canada has 1,415,000 men liable tor
military servico, of whom 76 per cent
are physically fit.
Piles Relieved by First Application
And cured in6to 14 day. by PAZO OINTMENT,
lb. aniverul renedr lor .11 lorm. mi Mis*
Draacuu ratuad roucy U it fail*, lot
Promissory notes are In reality notfe
mg but paper waltf
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When a man la In hla caps be ahoal4
newara of family Jara
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Bishop, Marvin E. The Claude News (Claude, Tex.), Vol. 14, No. 20, Ed. 1 Friday, February 4, 1916, newspaper, February 4, 1916; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth348712/m1/2/: accessed April 26, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Richard S. and Leah Morris Memorial Library.