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SYNOPSIS.
.Rudolph van Vechten, a young man of
■liure, la astonished to see a man enter
Wo. 1313, a house across the street from
the Powhatan club. Ions unoccupied and
•poken of as the House of Mystery. Sev-
eral persons at regular Intervals enter
No. 1313. Van Vechten expresses concern
to his friend, Tom Phlnney, regarding the
whereabouts of his cousin and fiancee,
Paige Carew. A man Is forcibly ejected
from the house. Van Vechten and Tom
follow the man and find him dead in the
street. Van Vechten Is attracted by the
face^of a girl In the crowd of onlookers
surrounding the body. Later he discov-
ers the girl gazing at him with a look of
acorn from the windows of the mysteri-
ous house. Detective Flint calls on Van
Vechten to get his version of the trag-
edy. Tom Phinnejr goes alone on a yacht-
tng trip. He reoegnizes among some per-
sons In a passing motor boat two men
whom he had seen enter the House of
Mystery. He sees one of them, a Mr. Cal-
ils. on shore later and follows him. Tom
Is seized, blindfolded and taken to a
house. He hears a girl named Jessie, evi-
dently the daughtfer of the man In author-
ity. question his captors. A sweet-voiced
In Wall street and known as the "Man of
Iron,* m search of information regarding
|the whereabouts of Paige Carew. Detec-
tive Flint shows Van Vechten a gold
rnesh nurse found In the House of Mys-
tery. Van recognizes It as belonging to
Paige Carew. The sweet-voiced girl helps
Tom Phlnney escape. A message from
London reports that two ladies resem-
bling Miss Carew and her companion.
Mrs. Devereaux. sailed for New York
some time previously. It develops that
the ladles visited the English home of
Temple Bonner, owner of the House of
Mystery. Flint has a theory that they
Are connected with the mystery of No.
ISIS. It Is recalled that Temple Bonner
Was In love with a daughter of Compton
Schuyler, who married Max Willard. The
other daughter married a man named
Devereaux. Bonner and Willard were in-
timate friends. A search is started for
Willard.
I
BOOK II.
CHAPTER IX.—Continued
**Humph! Shouldn’t think Flint
would have been that careless,” was
his immediate conclusion. It did not
occur to him that somebody already
might be within, but contented himself
with the belief that the detective had
neglected to make fast the door after
bis visit Sunday afternoon.
Settling the incident thus to his own
satisfaction, he entered and closed the
door behind him. '
He glimpsed into the kitchen, and
promptly withdrew with a shudder. Off
on one side a huge range yitood. red
with ru«t, and everywhere were cob-
webs and layer upon layer of dirt. A
•leek rat darted into the denser shad-
ows, and the opening door disturbed
hundreds of enormous cockroaches.
Some scuttled away, but others re-
mained motionless and watched him
with malignant eyes that sparkled
weirdly in the half-light.
•< He shook off his feeling and ad-
vanced toward the stairs, which
loomed dimly before him. But thence-
forward he moved with utmost circum-
spection, pausing frequently at some
Imagined sound, or to determine the
nature of some shape unexpectedly
confronting him in a darker corner.
And scarcely had he arrived at the
.first floor than his strained attentive
ness was rewarded by a sound that
was unmistakable—one that brought
him up short-—a sound of human
voices. A distinctly unpleasant ting-
ling sensation played over his scalp
and at the back of his neck. The tem-
porary alarm, however. Instantly van-
ished, and instead he was filled with
wonder and euriosity at this unlooked-
for exploration.
Who could have chosen a spot so
desolate and God-forsaken in which to
carry on a cpnversation ?
He recalled the unlatched door;
manifestly whoever was inside with
him had entered by means of a key,
precisely as he had been equipped to
do, and had neglected to fasten the
door after them. At any rate, the mat-
ter was worth investigating; then. If
k* saw that he was an intruder, he
would quietly withdraw.
When they first startled him the
voices were so low that he was unable
to determine anything about *hem—
how many were talking, or in what
portion of the house the speakers
were. Then of a sudden he received
• fresh shock of surprise. One of the
voices rose in a note of anger.
It was a woman's—nay, a girl’s.
And now he was able to locate the
•ource of the sounds. They came from
somewhere in the second story and to-
ward the rear of the house. With In-
finite caution, he crept up the front
stairway to the upper halL
, The voices sounded incessantly, first
a man’s, hoarse and rumbling, then
the girl’s, then sometimes both to-
gether. Van Vedhten paused at a real-
ization that the two were quarreling
■and that the girl's voice was quivering
with Intense indignation.
‘ He advanced more rapidly, and pres-
ently came to a halt before a closed
door, on the farther side of which the
two disputants without doubt were en-
gaged. And then perforce he became
an eavesdropper.
"Go, go, go!” cried the feminine
voice, shrill with exasperation and
anger. *T tell you, I will not stand
this annoyance. Whatever in the
world possessed you to follow me I
can't unagine. Go—get out of my
sight T don’t want to hear a word you
have to say!”
1 At the next words Van Vechten
started so violently that, had the un-
seen couple been leas absorbed In
their quarrel, they must have heard
him. The girl was still speaking.
“You have done many things to an-
ger me that I have overlooked, John
Callis; but your following me here is
just a bit more than I can endure.
Now I mean to 1^11 father just how
you have been, harassing me, and,
mark my words, he will put a stop to
it. Why did you com^ after it was de-
cided that I was to do the errand
alone ?”
“You know,” Callis’ deep voice
growled. “You take precious care that
I don’t get to talk to you anywhere
else.”
“And why?” returned the girl, with-
eringly. “Because you can’t be sen-
sible. No, no; don’t interrupt.” she
commanded. “If you have followed
me here to learn what I think of you,
then listen to me. I’ll make my mean-
ing so plain that it will penetrate even
to your dull understanding.”
“There was a time that I liked you,
John—how could I help it when in so
many ways you have been so loyal?
Even now I admire that loyalty.”
“A dog’s!” the man contemptuously
interjected; but the girl Ignored the
interruption.
“But you are so obtuse that you can-
not see when your familiarities are dis-
tasteful? I am sure I have never en-
couraged you by word or look. Can-
not you realize that by persisting In
them you only excite loathing and
fear—
"But, no, I am not afraid of you.”
The voice abruptly softened. “And I
don’t loathe you, John; It’s wicked for
me to say such a thing; but you will
drive me to loathing you If you persist
“I Can Hold This Ruffian—at Leaat
Until You Make Good Your Es-
cape.”
in making love to me. I do not love
you, I never have, I never can.”
A roar from the man cut short her
wfords.
“Damn it. I’ll make you love me!”
The words rattled harshly in his
throat. “Do you think I have been
working and waiting all these years
from any sense of duty or loyalty to
your father? Then the more fool you.
It was for you—do you hear me? You!
I meant at the first that you should be
my wife; I have meant it all along;
I mean It now more than ever. And-—
by God! you shan’t turn me down in
this way! I won’t—I can’t stand it!"
There was a pause. The stillness of
the mouldering corridors and empty
chambers seemed to gather and weigh
down upon the listener like a palpable
substance. What should he do; re-
treat without letting his presence be
known, or open the door and inter-
fere? So far the girl had demonstrated
her ability to handle the situation, and
he shrank from appearing as an of-
ficious meddler; yet, for the life of
him, until he was vouchsafed at least
a hint of the altercation’s outcome, he
could not depart.
The silence was quite abruptly
broken by the girl’s voice, cold now
and biting.
“John, stand away from the door
and let me by.”
No response from the man.
“Are you going to let me pass?”
And again, apparently, he was un-
able to contain himself.
“No!” he buret forth. “If all my
months of waiting and giving—myself,
y’understand—giving the best of me
for you—if my only payment is to be—
scorn and contempt I suppose you’d
call it—then, by heaven! I’ll make
you suffer! I’ll break your spirit; I
—I’ll—”
“John!” in a shocked voice.
He did not heed; all restraint was
thrown to the winds, and he drove on
in a reckless frenzy Of speech.
“You think I care what happens to
me, do you? Huh! Blame little you
know about John Callis. If I can’t
have you I don’t care a whoop in
hades what becomes of me. If I can’t
have you nobody else shall. Scream,
if you want to—yell at the top of your
voice—there’s nobody to hear you."
"John!” The girl was now genuine-
ly alarmed. "Don’t talk so wildly!
You’ll regret this. And don’t—don’t
look at me like that!” Another brief
pause and she concluded pleadingly:
“Please, John, lat ma gol"
“I shan’t”—doggedly.
"What do you mean to do with me,
John?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t made up
my mind. Maybe I’ll kill you—If you
drive me to it.”
The girl must have rushed toward
the door, desperately striving to win
past him, and just as Certainly he
must have caught her and stayed her
steps. What followed was pretty much
confused in Van Vechten’s mind. There
was a sound of scuffling; the incensed
listener in the hall heard the girl cry
out in an agitated voice: “Oh! You
are hurting me!” which was immedi-
ately follow'ed by a stifled shriek that
chilled the blood in his veins.
Next instant he had grasped the
knob and thrown all his weight against
the door.
It was unbolted and crashed open
with explosive violence. His Irrup-
tion promptly quieted the disturbance.
The man—it was the sandy-complex-
loned man—stood with dropped jaw,
staring blankly at the intruder.
And the girl? His heart leaped. His
whole being was suffused with a warm
glow. The girl that he had despaired
of ever seeing again, what unhappy
mischance had brought her to this
peril? And what unrecognized mes-
sage had prompted him to arrive upon
the scene so opportunely?
After the first shock of pleased sur-
prise, Van Vechten flamdd, then
turned to ice. His regard traveled to
the man In a narrowed look of anger
that left him white to the lips. It was
a hard look, an ugly, wicked look that
spelled danger.
But his lifelong habit of repression
checked any violent display of feeling
on his part. The spell was broken
when he composedly advanced a step
farther into the room, not for an in-
stant moving his steely regard from
the man.' All of a sudden his thin lips
twisted in an odd little smile that
was not at all pleasing to see.
“Well?” he said quietly. Save for
the unmistakable undercurrent of
menace, the tone might have been af-
fable.
So profound was the .other man’s
stupefaction that he mechanically re
leased the girl’s wrists and fell back
a pace. Only a quick anticipation of
his act saved her from^ falling to the
floor; as It was she staggered back-
ward until a dust-coated library table
stayed her. At this she clutched,
clinging to its edges, and, wide-eyed,
stared from one to the other of the
men. Her tormentor's brain, obvious-
ly, stirred only sluggishly; but all at
once the sullen features were congest-
ed with blood, the veins on his fore-
head swelled, and all his fury—now re
doubled—was directed at Van Vech-
ten.
“Where in hell did you come from?”
he snarled venomously. ■
“Anyhow, not the same neighbor-
hood that bred you.” Van Vechten
eyed him a moment longer with inex-
pressible disfavor. “Good Lord!” he
added. “What a nasty brute you are! ”
Nothing less than paralyzing amaze-
ment, apparently, restrained Callis
from leaping upon*Van Vechten and
finishing him out of hand. And per-
haps, too, there was a quality in the
young man’s bearing that had some-
thing to do with it—his unflinching
nerve, the mastery of his look, the in-
evitable dominance of caste and breed-
ing. With a little bow, Van Vechten
turned again to the girl.
“You are at perfect liberty to de-
part,” he said, with calm, dignified
deference. “And, really, I think you
had better do so at once. I can hold
this ruffian—at least until you make
good your escape. Once you are in
the street, you know, and you are
safe.”
By this time she had regained some-
thing of her own composure; but the
cool assurance of this punctiliously
garbed young man, the obvious deter-
mination and air of authority that lay
behind his courtesy, evoked from her
a look of startled wonder. The heavy
lashes half-veiled her dark eyes as
they wavered to Callis, then back
again to him;\lt was a covert, all-ap-
praising glance. Then her lips curled
scornfully.
What was passing in her mind was
only too plain to Van Vechten. He
flushed hotly. Already he had made
the same comparison; and he fostered
no illusions respecting the possible
outcome of a combat.
Never before had he been confront-
ed by any man so irresponsible with
rage, or one with whom it was so
hopeless to attempt to reason; never
in all his life had he struck a man in
anger; but he knew there was just one
way in which he could succor this dis
dainful beauty, and that would be to
pit his endurance against the bully’s
strength, to guard himBelf as much as
possible against his repeated on-
slaughts, and delay pursuit of the gir!
until he (Van Vechten) was pounded
into insensibility—or mayhap slain. He
did not blink that contingency. Yet,
without the slightest hesitation, he
had resolved to offer himself to the
sacrifice.
, He was guilty of no error of Judg-
ment now, however; Callis gave him
but scant time to reflect, then rushed,
not at him, but at the girl. Simultane-
ously Van Vechten plunged headlong
forward, interposing his lighter body
between.
Amid the stress and confusion of
violent situations, the human mind is
capable of the most ridiculous pranks.
And at this critioal moment Van Vech-
ten’s prompted him to commit such an
absurdity.
“Get out of here, you little idiot!”
he yelled at the girl, who seemed
frozen to the table.
She hesitated one second longer,
then, with a stifled scream, slipped In-
to the hall and closed the door after
her. ,
It would not be pleasant to record
what happened in that room. There is
nothing heroic in a baited rat darting
desperately from a trap Into the jaws
of a waiting terrier, nor in the spec-
tacle of a lamb being prodded to the
shambles. For perhaps five minutes
Van Vechten succeeded in preventing
Callis from grasping the door-knob—
a period in which he was reduced from
a correctly dressed, rather handsome
young gentleman to an object that was
no more than a tattered, bloody sem-
blance of humanity—and then he sank
into oblivion.
Callis stared at his motionlees ad-
versary. ‘ Why didn’t the fool move?
The answer came promptly, unbidden:
Because he couldn’t. He would never
move again, unless, perchance, it
should be to rise up and follow him—
out of the room, along the echoing
halls, down the dusty stairs, into the
street; whithersoever he went, turn
and double, twist and dodge, there
would be that Thing at his side, until
at last—
And there was yet another shadow
in this* silent house, one other fear-
some shade; suppose it shpuld detach
itself from the rest; suppose the two
shadows should get together and enter
into an unholy pact to work his undo-
ing?
John Callis clenched his teeth to
stop their chattering. His starting
glance skirted the room and sought to
penetrate the shadows, which every
minute were looming larger and larger
and more obscure, then was irresisti-
bly drawn back to the shapeless
blurred heap in the corner. He did
not look aw^y from it again.
Swallowing convulsively, licking his
dry lips with a dry tongue, he backed
noiselessly, step by step, until he
brought up against the door. Never
for an instant did the horrible dread of
the two shadows blending and follow-
ing him pause in its unnerving sug-
gestion.
He felt for the knob like one in a
nightmare. Finding it, he stealthily
opened the door and slunk away.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
SOME REMARKS ON INCOMES
i _
Pertinent Just Now When the Subject
Is a Matter of General
Discussion.
Incomes are now being taxed. It Is,
therefore, desirable that something
Bhould be known about them. An in-
come is anything which you cannot
live upon expressed in terms of law-
ful money. Lawful money is anything
which will be accepted by the mem-
bers of a state legislature, or a police
captain, or your wife. Incomes were
created for two purposes; to lie about
and to live beyond. Many people who
will not have to pay any are complain-
ing to their friends and neighbors
about the way they are oppressed by
the Income tax. This is one of those
natural phenomena which no scientist
has been able to explain.
Incomes vary In size according to
how many people have worked for you
in the past or are working for you at
present. No income is without honor
somewhere, except in the family it is
vainly attempting to support Here it
is generally despised and looked down
upon.
An income tax is an effort on the
part of the government to make you
feel that you are wealthy. Also to
support the government in its main
business in lifts, namely, living beyond
its income.
The government, which receives ■
larger income than any one else,
should be taxed upon 1L The pro-
ceeds might go toward relieving mil
lionaires in distress.
Every lucome is known by the com
pany It keeps.—Life.
Mbnmional
SUNMSCIIOOL
Lesson
(By E. O. SELLERS. Director of Evening
Department, The Moody Bible Institute
Chicago.)
LESSON FOR JUNE 28
REVIEW.
A health census of the babies of St
Louis will be taken under the dlrec
tlon of three society woman.
READING LESSON ONLY—Heb. 4:14-
5:10.
GOLDEN TEXT—"The Son of man ii
come to seek and to save that which waa
lost.” Luke 19:10.
The golden text is a great summary
of the meaning and the essential pur
pose of all of our Lord’s activities
Each lesson is an illustration of this
simple promise. In them we discover
chiefly our Lord in his work of pre-
paring his disciples to share with him
in this work.
Lesson I. The observation of man’s
attempt to get the best seats with the
consequent abasement, calls forth the
parable of the great supper. Therein
we are shown man’s enmity against
God as revealed by his contemptuous
treatment of God’s overtures of
grace. The rebuke and the parable
reveal God’s willingness and. man’s re-
fusal. In all this our Lord was seek-
ing these men.
The Perfect Son.
Lesson II. This is the Easter les-
son and is aside from our series. In
it we are shown that Jesus Christ is
himself the chief subject of prophecy.
Lesson III. The one central truth
here taught is that to be his dis-
ciple we must give ut> all and make
him supreme. In our affections, aims,
ideals, yea, make him the sole pos-
sessor of time, talent and posses-
sions.
Lessons IV and V. It is impos-
sible to separate these three para-
bles. They are a whole in that each
tells of something lost, sought and
found. The Son, the Holy Spirit and
the Father are each seeking. Our
Lord was himself the perfect Son of
the Father; who never got Into the
far country, or out of adjustment with
his Father. He is different also from
the churlish brother in that he re-
joices to “bring back his own.” These
two lessons particularly illustrate his
work of saving.
Lesson VI. Beginning with this les-
son, our Lord seems to be sifting the
multitude, and at the same time be
preparing his disciples against their
work of co-operating with him in his
work of seeking and saving. The true
motive in service is in the use of all
we possess for him whom we love.
Lesson VII. As the last lesson had
to do with stewardship, this has to
do with service. This present life is
but the vestibule of the eternal one.
If we so live this life as to develop
it and to rule its desires, we shall
find abundant gratification in this
world beyond towards which we are
traveling so rapidly.
Lesson VIM. Jesus is still instruct-
ing his disciples. Offenses must, or
rather, will come, but forgiveness is
the divine attribute, not because he is
indebted to us nor that he is mawfe
ishly, sentimentally, sympathetic.
Nothing we do ever places him under
any obligations to us. When we have
done all we will exclaim: "We have
done that which was our duty to do.”
This does not set aside the joy which
is ours and his when one of the lost
is “found.”
Lesson IX. Not only did Jesus sift
the multitude and reveal the need of
helpers, at the same time setting be-
fore them the terms of discipleship,
but he also emphasizes the thought of
gratitude on the part of those helped
and of those his servants who are
judged worthy to help him.
Lesson X. The kingdom which our
Lord came to set up upon earth is to
begin within us and it is not to con-
sist of eating and drinking but of
righteousness and truth. The visible
kingdom which our Lord came to set
up upon earth is to begin within us,
and it is not to consist of eating and
drinking, but of righteousness and
truth.
Lesson XI. The picture of Zacchae-
us is that of a man restored to his
right relationship with God; the out-
ward evidence being his acts of re-
pentance and restoration. This lesson
perfectly reveals the essential work
of Christ, and that to which he is
calling his disciples. Zacchaeus did
not seek Christ, but Christ came to
seek and save Zacehaeus and all like
him who are lost.
Lesson XII. The great refusal re-
veals that the condition of being
saved or being lost rests with the in-
dividual soul. Many elements enter
into the refusal of men but the es-
sential one is ‘‘and ye would not,’’
John 5:40. Much possessions will
not satisfy the human soul. There is
the danger that we trust our wealth
rather than God. Lacking one thing,
everything is lost.
Summary. The whole of this pe-
riod of our Ix>rd’s ministry was that
of conflict and hostility with the
rulers, wonder and amazement with
the people, doubt and uncertainty with
the disciples. As he went from plage
to place he showed infinite patience.
His compassion was for men in their
sin and his heart beat with tenderness.
Though his words at times were se-
vere, yet his impulse and passion was
to seek and to save. His faithfulness
in dealing with men, guests and hosts,
rich and poor, publicans and sinners,
Pharisees and outcasts—is also clear-
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Hanford’s Balsam of Myrrh Is itself
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His Affiliations.
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"Sh! Not so loud before that police-
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"What has he got to do with It?”
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Morton, George M. The Cumby Rustler. (Cumby, Tex.), Vol. 23, No. 13, Ed. 1 Friday, June 26, 1914, newspaper, June 26, 1914; Cumby, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth770263/m1/3/: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Hopkins County Genealogical Society.