A KLONDIKE TO IE
REALM
A Western Canada Crop Estimat
ed at $12,000, Makes
$19,000.
Messrs. Harris, formerly of Audu
eon, Iowa, wrote the “Audubon Advo
cate," expressing their satisfaction of
things iu Western Canada. They lo
cated at Makepeace, Alberta. They
say there are those who make good,
and those who fail. The former are
those that land agents refer to when
advertising their land. “But,” contin
ues the letter, “A great many of tho
farmers In this vicinity pay for their
lnnd with their first crop. A man
near here bought a section of land In
the year 1915 for $23 per acre. Ha
broke 300 acres of the land during the
Bummer of 1915. Tn the fall of 1916,
he threshed 10,000 bushels of wheat,
which paid for Ids land, all expenses
and had a balance of $4,000. In the
fall of 1917 lie threshed nearly as
much off the other half of the section.
At tho present, time he would not take
$50 per acre for Ills land.
“We have had five crops in Alberta.
The two dry years (1914-1917) onr
wheat made 20 and 30 bushels to tho
■ere respectively. In 101G we raised
50 bushels of wheat to the acre on
summer fallow. The best results are
obtained by plowing or breaking In
the summer, working it down In tho
fall so that it will retain the moisture.
Thus farming one-half your ground’
each year.
“Persons owning lnnd here and still
living In the States should, If they
don’t feel themselves able to coine up
here and finance themselves until they
ce: ' I get their first crop, get some of
their land broken and worked down
in the fall before they come. The
next spring they could come and put
In the crop, fence and put up their
buildings. This way they have to
wait only one summer for their first
crop.
“It la not advisable for a person to
come here In the spring, break out
Innd end put It In crop the first year,
because the moisture Is not In the
ground and a failure Is almost cer
tain onless It Is an exceptionally wet
year.
“One of the boys from that locality,
Mr. Peder M. Jensen came to Alberta
last spring. He bought a 80-00 Rum
ely Oil-Pull engine on the 8th day of
June, 1917. After that dnte he broke
1,100 acres of prairie sod for which
he received an average of $.".00 per
acre.
"Mr. Hansen from your community,
■was np here last fall with several
prospective land buyers from that
neighborhood. At that time In' in
quired the value of the crop on tin*
section we were farming. We told
him that it would probably make in
the neighborhood of $12,000. This
same crop when sold brought nearly
919,000. The most of it being sold
when prices were low for the year.”—
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escribed to the Interested views of
themselves or their relatives the decla
rations of pretending patriots, of
whom he said: "All these men lmve
their price.”—Memoirs of Walpole.
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THE
TEETH OF THE TIGER
by
MAURICE LEBLANC
TRANSLATED BY
ALEXANDER TEIXEIRA DE MATT03
,x, . ■— —i—i mmtam—■ i i —
CHAPTER TWO. (Continued.)
“What did you do with the will
Until the evening, until you locked
it away in your safe?”
‘ ‘ I probably put it in the drawer
of my deck.”
“And the drawer was not
forced?”
Maitre Lepertuis seemed taken
aback and made no reply.
“Well?” asked Perenna.
“Well, yes, I remember • * •
there was something that day * • *
that same Friday.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. When I came in from
lunch I noticed that the drawer
was not locked, although I had
locked it beyond the least doubt.
At the time I attached compara
tively little importance to the in
cident. Tt lay, I understand, I
understand-”
Thus, little by little, were all the
suppositions conceived by Don
Luis verified; suppositions resting,
it is true, upon just one or two
clues, but yet containing an
amount of intuition, of divination,
that was really surprising in a
man who had been present at none
of the events between which he
traced the connection so skillfully.
“We will lose no time, inou
sieur,” said the prefect of police,
“in checking your statements,
which you will confess to be a little
venturesome, by the more positive
evidence of one of ray detectives
who has the case in charge * * *
and who ought to be here by now.”
“Does his evidence bear upon
Cosmo Mornington’s heirs?”
asked the solicitor.
ujjuii im* |Hiiin|i<m v, ur- |
cause two days ago lie telephoned
me that lie had collected all the!
particulars, and also upon tin
very points which-Hut wait: I
remember that, he spoke to my sec
retary of a murder committed a
month ago today * * * Now il's a
month today since .Mi. Cosmo
Mornington-”
M. Desmalions pressed hard on
a bell. His private secretary at
once appeared.
“Inspector Verot?” asked the
prefect sharply.
“He’s not back yet.’’
“Have him fetched! Have him
brought here! He must be found
at all costs and without delay.”
He turned to Don Luis Perenna.j
“Inspector Verot was here an
hour ago, feeling rather unwell,
very much excited, it seems, and
declaring that he was being
watched and followed. He said he
wanted to make a most important
statement to me about the Morn
ington case and to warn the police
of two murders which are to be
committed tonight * * • and which
would be a consequence of the
murder of Cosmo Mornington.”
“And he was unwell, you say?”
“Yes, ill at ease and even very
queer and imagining things. By
the way of being prudeut, ho left a
detailcl report on the case for me.
Well, the report is simply a blank
sheet of letter paper.
“Here is the paper and the en
velope in which I found it, and
hen- is a cardboard box which he
also left behind him. It contains
a cake of chocolate with the
marks of teeth on it.”
“May I look at the two things
you have mentioned, Monsieur le
Prefet?”
Yes, but they won’t tell you
anything.”
“Perhaps so-”
Don Luis examined at length
the cardboard box and the yellow
envelope, on which were printed
the words, “Cafe du Point-Neuf.”
The others awaited his words as
though they were bound to shed
an unexpected light. He merely
said:
“The handwriting is not the
same on the envelope and the box.
The writing on the envelope is less
plain, a little shaky, obviously
imitated.”
“Which proves--1"
“Which proves, Monsieur le
j Prefet, that this yellow envelope
; does not come from your detective.
I presume that, after writing his
j report at a table in the Cafe elu
i Point-Neuf and closing it, he ha<i
I a moment of inattention during
j which somebody substituted foi
: his envelope another with the same
| address, but containing a blanl
| sheet of paper.”
“That’s a supposition!” said tin
prefect.
s
I
“Perhaps; but what is certain,
Monsieur le Prefet, is that your in
spector’s presentiments are well
grounded, that he is being closely
watched, that the discoveries
about the Mornington inheritance
which he has succeeded in making
are interfering with criminal de
signs, and that he is in terrible
danger.”
“Come, come!”
“He must be rescued, Monsieur
le Prefet. Ever since the com
mencement of this meeting I have
felt persuaded that we are up
against at attempt which has al
ready begun. I hope that it is
not too late and that your inspec
tor has not been the first vic
tim. ’ ’
“My dear sir,” exclaimed the
prefect of police, “you declare all
this with a conviction which
rouses my admiration, but which
is not enough to establish the fact
that your fears are justified. In
spector Verot’s return will be the
best proof.”
“Inspector Verot will not re
turn. ’ ’
“But why not!’
“Because he haa returned al
ready. The messenger saw him
return.”
“The messenger was dreaming.
If you have no proof but that
man’s evident-’*
“I have another proof, Mon
sieur le Prefet, which Inspector
Verot himself has left of his pres
ence here; these few, almost illegi
ble letters which he scribbled on
this memorandum pad, which your
secretary did not see him write
and which have just caught my
eye. Look at them. Are they not
a proof, a definite proof that he
came back?”
i ue preicct ma j.ot conceal ms
perturbation. Tho others all
seemed impressed. The secre
tary’s return but increased thftr
apprehensions; nobody had seen
Inspector Verot.
“Monsieur le Prefet,” said Don
Ijiiis. ‘‘ I earnestly beg you to have
the office messenger in.”
And, as soon as the messenger
was there, he asked him, without
even waiting for M. Desmalions to
speak:
“Are you sure that Inspector
Verot entered this room a second
time.”
“Absolutely sure.”
“And that he did not go out
again?”
“Absolutely sure.”
“And your attention was not
distracted for a moment?”
“Not for a moment.”
“There, monsieur, you seel”
cried the prefect. “If Inspector
Verot were here, we should know
it.”
“He is here, Monsieur le Pre
fet.”
“What!”
“Excuse my obstinacy, Mon
sieur le Prefet, but I say that,
when some one enters a room and
does not go out again, he is still
in that room.”
“Hiding?” said M. Desmalions,
who was growing more and more
irritated.
“No, but fainting, ill—dead,
perhaps.”
“But where, hang it all?”
“Behind that screen.”
“There's nothing behind tha1
screen, nothing but a door.”
AUU LI Id L - *
“Leads to a dressing room.’’
“Well, Monsieur le Prefet, In
spector Verot, tottering, losing his
head, imagining himself to be go
ing from our office to your sec
| retary's room, fell into your dress
!ing room."
M. Desmalions ran to the door
but, at the moment of opening it
shrank back. Was it apprehension
the wish to withdraw himself fron
the influence of that astonishing
man, who gave his orders wit!
such authority and who seemed t<
command events themselves
Don Luis stood waiting imper
' turbably, in a deferential attitude
“1 cannot believe-" said M
Desmalions.
i “Monsieur le Prefet, I would rc
I mind you that Inspector Verot'
revelations may save the lives o
i two persons who are doomed t
I die tonight. Every minute lost i
| irreparable."
. j M. Desmalions shrugged hi
' shoulders. But that man mastere
ijhirn with the power of his convii
jtion; and the prefect opened
door.
Ilo did not make a movement,
did not utter a cry. He simply
muttered:
“Oh, is it possible!-”
By the pale gleam of light that
entered through a ground glass
window they saw the body of a
man lying on the floor.
“The inspector! Inspector Ver
ot!’' gasped the office messenger,
running forward.
He and the secretary raised the
body and placed it in an armchair
in the prefect's office.
Inspector Verot was still alive,
but so little alive that they could
scarcely hear the beating of his
heart. A drop of saliva trickled
from the corner of his mouth. His
eyes were devoid of all expression.
However, certain muscles of the
face kept moving, perhaps with
the effort of a will that seemed to
linger almost beyond life.
Don Luis muttered:
“Look, Monsieur le Prefet—the
brown patches!”
The same dread unnerved all.
They began to ring bells and open
doors and call for help.
“Send for the doctor!” ordered
M. Desmalions. “Tell them to
bring a doctor, the first that comes
—and a priest. We can’t let the
poor man-”
Don Luis raised his arm to de
mand silence.
“There is nothing more to be
done,’’ he said. “We shall do bet
ter to make the most of these last
moments. Have I your permission,
Monsieur le Prefet?”
He bent over the dying man, laid
the swaying head against the back
of the chair, and, in a very gentle
voice, whispered:
“Verot, it’s Monsieur le Prefet
speaking to you. We should like
a few particulars about what is to
take place tonight. Do you hear
me, Verot? If you hear me, close
your eyelids?”
The eyelids were lowered. But
was it not merely chance? Don
Luis went on.
“You have found the heirs of
the Roussel sisters, that much we
know; and it is two of those heirs
who are threatened with death.
The double murder is to be com
mitted tonight. But what we do
not know is the name of those
heirs, who are doubtless not called
Roussel. You must tell us the
name.
“Listen to me: you wrote on a
memorandum pad three letters
which seem to form the syllable
Fau • • * Am I right? Is this the
first syllable of a name? Which
is the next letter after those three?
Close your eyes when I mention
the right letter. Is it ‘b?’ Is it
‘c?’ ”
But there was now not a flicker
in the inspector’s palid face. The
head dropped heavily on the chest.
Verot gave two or three sighs, his
frame shook with one great shiver,
and he moved no more.
He was dead.
The tragic scene had been en
acted so swiftly that the men who
were its shuddering spectators re
mained for a moment confounded.
The solicitor made the sign of the
cross and went down on his knees.
The prefect murmured:
“Poor Verot! * * * He was a
good man, who thought only of
the service, of his duty. Instead
of going and getting himself seen
to—and who knows? Perhaps he
might have been saved—he came
back here in the hope of com
municating his secret. Poor
Verot!-”
“Was he married? Are there
any children ? ’ ’ asked Don Luis.
“He leaves a wife and three
children,” replied the prefect.
“I will look after them,” said
Don Luis simply.
Then, when they brought a doc
tor and when M. Desmalions gave
orders for the corpse to be carried
to another room, Don Luis took
the doctor aside and said:
‘ ‘ There is no doubt that Inspec
tor Verot was poisoned. Look at
his wrist: you will see the mark of
a puncture with a ring of inflam
mation round it.”
“Then he was pricked in that
i place?”
“Yes, with a pin or the point of
a pen; and not as violently as they
. may have wished, because death
diil not ensure until some hours
, later.”
, The messengers removed the
, corpse : and soon there was no one
t left in the office except the fivi
r people whom the prefect had orig
i inally sent for. The Americar
i secretary of embassy^ and the
{Peruvian attache, considering
- their continued presence unneces
. j sary, went away, after warmly
. | complimenting Don Luis Perenm
! on his powers of penetration.
-I Next came the turn of Majoi
s! il’Astrignac, who shook his formei
f I subordinate by the hand with ob
;> vious affection. And Maitre Lep
s ertuis and Perenna, having fixei
1 an appointment for the paymen
s . of the legacy, were themselves oi
ij the point of leaving, when M. Des
i-imalions entered briskly,
e' “Ah. so you’re still here, Doi
Inrls Perenna! I’m glad of that.
I have an idea: those three letters
which you say you made out on the
writing table, are you sure they
form the syllable Fau?”
“I think so, Monsieur le Prefet.
See for yourself: are not there an
“F,’ an ‘A’ and a ‘U?’ And ob
serve that the ‘F’ is a capital,
which made me suspect that the
letters are the first syllable of a
proper name.”
“Just so, just so,” said IVL
Desmalions. “Well, curiously
enough, that syllable happens to
be-But wait, we’ll verify our
facts-”
M. Desmalions searched hurried
ly among the letters which his sec
retary had handed him on his ar
rival and which lay on a corner of
the table. •
“Ah, here we are!” he ex-;
claimed, glancing at the signature
of one of the letters. “Here we
are! It’s as I thought: ‘Fauville.’
* * • The first syllable is the same,
* • • Look, ‘Fauville,’ just like
that, without Christian name or
initials. The letter must have been
written in a feverish moment:
there is no date nor address. • • f
The writing is shaky-”
And M. Desmalions read out:
Monsieur le Prefet—A great danger la
hanging over my head and over the
head of my son. Death is approaching
apace. I shall have tonight, or tomor
row morning at the latest, the proofs of
the abominable plot that threatens us.
I ask leave to bring them to you in
the course of the morning. I am in
need of protection and I call for your
assistance.
Permit me to be, etc.
Fauville.
“No other designation!” asked
Perenna. “No letter heading?”
“None. But there is no mistake.
Inspector Yerot’s declarations
agree too evidently with this
despairing appeal. It is clearly
M. Fauville and his son who are to
be murdered tonight. And the
terrible thing is that, as this name
of Fauville is a very common one,
it is impossible for our inquiries to
succeed in time.”
“What, Monsiur le Prefet?
Surely, by straining every nerve
f r
—
“Certainly, we will strain every
nerve; and I shall set all my men
to work. But observe that we have
not the slightest clue.”
“Oh, it would be awful!” cried
Don Luis. “These two creature's
doomed to death; and we unable
to save them! Monsieur le Prefet,
I ask you to authorize me-”
He had not finished speaking
when the prefect’s private secre
tary entered with a visiting card
in his hand.
“Monsieur le Prefet, this caller
was so persistent. * * * 1 hesitated j
_y y
M. Desmalions took the card and
uttered an exclamation of mingled
surprise and joy.
“Look monsieur,” he said 1o
Perenna.
And he handed him the card.
1 Hippolyte Fauville, :
2 Civil Engineer. :
2 14 bis Boulevard Suchet. :
“Come said M. Desmalions,
“chance is favoring ns. If this M.
Fauville is one of the Roussel heirs
our task becomes very much
easier.”
“In any case, Monsieur le Pre
fet,” the solicitor interposed, “I
must remind you that one of the
clauses of the will stipulates that
it shall not be read until 48 hours
have elapsed. M. Fauville. there
fore, must not be informed-”
Th door was pushed open and
a man hustled the messenger aside
and rushed in.
“Inspector • • * Inspector
Verot?” he spluttered. “He’s
dead, isn’t he? I was told——”
“Yes, monsieur, he is dead.”
“Too late! I’m too late!” he
stammered.
And he sank into a chair, clasp
ing his hands and sobbing:
“Oh, the scoundrels! the scoun
drels!”
nc was « iiuiiuvv mecjieu,
sickly looking niau of about 50.
His head was bald, above a fore
head lined with deep wrinkles. A
nervous twitching affected his
chin and lobes of his ears. Tears
stood in his eyes.
The prefect asked:
“Whom do you mean, monsieur,
InspectorVerot'smurderers? Are
I you able to name them, to assist
our inquiry ? ’ ’
Hippolyte Fauville shook his
head.
“No, no, it would be useless, for
the moment. * * * My proofs would
not be sufficient. * * * No, really
not.’’
He had already risen from his
chair and stood apologizing:
* ‘ Monsieur le Prefet, I have dis
turbed you unnecessarily, but 1
wanted to know. • * • I was hop
i ing that Inspector Yerot might
have escaped. • • • His evidence.
" joined to mine, would have beet
1 invaluable. But perhaps he was
able to tell you?’’_
, (Continued Next W«*K »
4
HERE’S “RECIPE” FOR
TRENCH CAP KNITTING
Following a recent request sent out
from Red Cross headquarter.* for morn
trench caps instead of swea ters and
mufflers, a large number of Sioux City
women have besieged the central work
rooms with questions as to what the
trench caps are and how they are
made.
The trench caps are knitted rap*
which are worn under the steel helmet*
by the soldier's In the trenches. Ue
cause of their warmth and comfort
they are at present needed far more
than sweaters and mufflers as there
seems to be a fairly large supply of
these latter articles. 0^
For the benefit of all knitters who
desire to work on trench caps the fol
lowing “recipe" is given which the
women are asked to cut out and paste
in their bonnets;
Trench Cap.
No. 3 amber needles pointed, or No.
10 steel.
Set up 120 stitches, 40 on each needle;
knit 2, purl 2 for 8% inches; kit one row
plain. Diminish by knitting 6 plain
then 2 together for one row. Knit six
plain rows. Knit 5 plain then 2 togeth
er for one row, then five plain rows.
Repeat 4. 3, 1 until 6 stitches remain on
each needle. Draw your wool through
the stitches and puli up.
1917’s Lynching Record.
Frdm the New' York Evening Post.
To the Editor of the Evening Post; 1
send you the following, relative to lynch
ing* for the year. I find from the record*
kept by the division of records and re
search of Tuskegee institute, Monroe N
Work in charge, that there were 38 per
sons lynched in 1917. of whom 30 wer*
negroes and two were whites. Thirty
seven were males and one female. Twelve
or a little less than one-third, of those pat
to death were charged with attacking
women or attempted attack.
The offenses charged against the white*
lynched were: Attack and murder, une:
fomenting strikes, one. The offerees
charged against the negroes were: At
tempted attack, five; attack, six; murder,
three; killing of officer of the law. tvv
for not getting out of road and being
solent, two; attacking women, three; dis
puting white men’s wrord. two; entering
woman's room, two; wounding officer of
the law', one; stealing coat, one: intimacy
with women, one; killing man in alter
cation, one; accidentally killing child by
running motor car over it, one; vagrancy,
one; wounding and robbing a man. one;
attacking an officer of the law, one: op
position to war draft, one; insulting girls,
one: writing insolent letter, one.
The states in which lynching* occurred
and number in each state were as followei
Alabama, four: Arkansas, four; Arizona,
one; Florida, one; Georgia, six; Kentucky,
two: Louisiana, five; Mississippi, one,
Montana, one: Oklahoma, one: Sotith
Carolina, one; Tennessee, three; Texaa
six; Virginia, one; Wyoming, One.
R. R. Moton.
Principal Tuskegee Institute
The “German Emperor.”
^rom the Kansas City Star
In his book on his experiences in Ger
many, Ambassador Gerard remarks that
his commission as ambassador accredited
him to "Germany,” a nation that had no
existence. He should have been accred
ited to the "German empire," Deutsche#
Reich. Readers of Bismarck’s memoir#
will recall his discussion of the title of
the emperor when the empire was pro
claimed in the Fra neo-Prussian war. Ob
jections were raised to “emperor of Ger
many," and the title finally agreed on
was “German emperor.’’
In the title finally adopted concession
was made to the local pride of the ruler#
of the smaller German states, who felt
they would be less subordinated if th©
head, of the state were regarded as Ger
man emperor than if he were proclaimed
emperor of their country.
Apparently their expectations did not
work out. The German emperor na#
wielded all the authority an emperor of
Germany could possibly have assumed.
For thifi authority he has claimed divine
approval. The war is likely to do som#
revising in the substance, if not in th#
name of things. The allies are not par
ticular about names. They are, however,
suggesting rather pointedly that a Ger
man reichstag, representing the people,
could get peace quite a bit sooner than a
German emperor claiming to rule by
divine right.
Wisconsin’s Little Germany.
Samuel Hopkins Adams, In Everybody'*.
The state with the heaviest Teuton pro
portion of citizens in the country and yet
the first state to organize a council of de
fense and one of the first to oversubscribe
the initial Liberty loan has an acute
problem of its own.
It is in the outlying districts of farm*
and small villages, that Teutonism main
tains the true strongholds. In some of
the hamlets flourished, up to recent
years, that sign so familiar in Berlin.
“English spoken here.” Every activity In
these places is carried on through the
medium of German.
In Sheboygan county is a small area
claimed to be the “richest four mil.es of
farming land in the world’’—which It
probably isn’t. But rich It certainly is.
and the farmers would be regarded in
the east as agricultural magnates. Yet,
strangely enough, when the Liberty bond
salesmen made their rounds they en
countered this identical response at every
farm: “Koin geld”—“No money." Th#
men didn’t want to argue. They had
nothing to «ay about the war. “Koin geld"
—and there was an end of It. The whole
community. German to the core, reading
nothing but German, speaking nothing
but German, thinking nothing but Ger
man. having none but German associa
tions, singing in German, praying In Ger
man, was secretly but Immovably In
sympathy with Germany and against th# ^
United States. From that district tber#
came into court as witness a bright evert,
well dressed native born youth of -1 H#
had to have an interpreter.
German Ships in Use.
From the Scientific American
The following is a list of the German
ships which have been seized and refitted
as army transports for conveying our
troops to France. The original German
and present American names are given,
the latter In parenthesis:
Vaterland (Leviathan), 54,282 tons, $.800
officers and men; George Washington.
VS.570 tons. 4.850 officers and men ; Arnerika
(American 22.622 tons. 4,500 officers and
men; Cecelia (Mount Vernon), 19,602 tons.
3,830 officers and men: Kaiser Wilhelm II
(Agamemnon), 19,361 tons, 3,830 officers and
men; President Lincoln, 18,163 tons, 6,200
officers and men; President Grant. 18.072
tons. 5,200 officers and men; Cincinnati
(Covington), 16,339 tons, 4,000 officers and
men; Grosso Kurfurst (Aeolus). 13.1091
tons, 3.175 officers and men; Barbarossa
(Mercury), 10,984 tons, 2,620 officers and
men; Prlnzeoa Irene (Pocahontas). 10,SMI
tons, 2,540 officers and men; Friedrich der
Grosse (Huron), 10,771 tons. 2,450 officer*
and men; Hamburg (Powahatan), 10,531
tons, 2,100 officers and men; Rhein (Sus
quehanna), 10,058 tons. 2,000 officers and
men; Neckar (Antigone), 9.836 tons, 2.000
officers and men; Koenig “Wilhelm II
(Madawasca), 9,410 tons; 2/00 officers and
men.
A Tip to Hoover.
From the Boston Transcript
A tip for our food conservers may b#
found in the index of James Rusell Low
ell's “Biglow Paper#;*’
“Fating words, habit of. QObvenWift i*
tia\» of faiuins."
Keep Yourself Fit
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