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MAURICE LEBLANC
ALEXANDER TEIXEIRA DB MATTOS I
CHAPTER THIRTEEN. (Continued.) ,
“There is a very simple way of
thanking me, Monsieur le Prefet,”
paid Don Luis, “and that is to
«llow me to carry out my task to
the end.”
"Your taskf’’
“Yes, Monsieur le Prefet. My
gction of last night is only the be
ginning. The conclusion is the re
lease of Marie Fauville and Gaston
Bauverand.”
M. Desmalions smiled.
“Oh!”
“Am I asking too much, Mon
pieur le Prefet t”
“One can always ask, but the
request should be reasonable. Ajid
the innocence of those people does
not depend on me.”
“f£o; but it depctids on you,
Monsieur lc Prefet, to let them
know if 1 prove their innocence to
you.”
“Yes, T agree, if you prove it
beyond dispute.”
“Jnst so.”
Don Luis’ calm assurance im
pressed M. Desmalions in spite of
everything and even more than on
the former occasions; and he sng
genteel:
“The results of the hasty in
spection which we have made will
perhaps help you. For instance,
we are certain that the bomb was
placed by the entrance of the pass
age and probably under the
boards of the floor.”
“Please do not trouble, Mon
sieur le Prefet. These are only
secondary details. The great thing
paw is that you should know the
Whole truth, and that not only
through words.”
The prefect had come closer.
The magistrate and detectives,
were standing round Don Luis,
watching his lips and movements
with feverish impatience. Was it
possible that that truth, as yet so,
rehiote and vague, in spite of all
the importance which they at
tached to the arrests already af
fected, was known at last?
It was a solemn moment. Every
one was on tenterhooks. The
manner in which Don Lnis had
foretold the explosion lent the
value of an accomplished fact to
bis predictions; and the men
whom he had saved from the ter
rible catastrophe were almost
ready to accept as certainties the
piost improbable statements which
a man of his stamp might make.
“Monsieur le Prefet,” he said,
“you waited in vain last night for
the fourth letter to make its ap
pearance. We shall now be able,
by an unexpected mircle of
chance, to be present at the de
livery of the letter. You will then
know that it was the same hand
that committed all the crimes—
and you will know whose hand
that was.”
And, turning to Mazeroux:
“Sergeant, will you please make
the room as dark as you can? The
shutters are gone; but you might
draw the curtains across the win
dows and close the doors. Mon
sieur le Prefct, is it by accident
that the electric light is on?”
“Yes, by accident. We will
have it turned out.”
“One moment. Have any of you
gentlemen a pocket lantern about
you? Or, no, it doesn’t matter.
This will do.”
There was a candle in a sconce.
He took it and lit it.
Then he switched off the elec
tric light.
There was a half darkness, amid
which the flame of the candle
flickered in the draught from the
windows. Don Luis protected the
flame with his hand and moved to.
the table.
“I do not think that wc shall be
kept waiting long,” lie said. “As
I foresee it, there will be only a
few seconds before the facts speak
for themselves and better than I
could do.”
Those few seconds, during
which no one broke the silence,
were unforgettable. M. Desma
tions has since declared, in an in
terview in which he ridicules him
*elf very cleverly, that his brain,
over stimulated by the fatigues of
the night and by the whole -scene
before him, imagined the most un
like! v events, such as an invasion
of the house by armed assailants,
or the apparition of ghosts and
spirits.
He had the curiosity, however,
be said, to watch Don Luis. Sit
ting on the edge of the table, with
his head thrown a little back aa*d
his eyes roaming oyer the edflrftg,
Don Luis wus eating a pt^rfc of
bread and nibbling At 4 eftkfe of
chocolate. He seemed velry ton*
gry, but quite at his ewse.
The others maintained th*t
tense attitude which we pat «gi at
moments of great physical effort.
Their faces were distorted with a
sort of gimaee. They were beanfted
by the memory of the expiosRln as
well as obsessed by what wh$ go
ing to happen. The flame at the
candle cast shadows on Che wSfl.
More seconds elapsed tlun Dsn
Luis Perenna had said, 3D of 40
seconds, perhaps, that sewnqjfceijid
less. Then Perenna lilted the
candle a little and said:
“There you are.”
They had aH seen what they
now saw almost as Soon as h»
spoke. A letter was dasmwling
from the ceiling. It affcin stand
slowly, like, a leaf falling hm a
tree without being driven by the
wind. It just touched Don Late
and alighted on the floor l*tarft&i
two legs of ths table.
Picking up the paper and hand
ing it to M. Desmafions, Data Luis
said:
“There you are, MymmtIcui le
Prefet. This is the foirtth lft^er,
due iast night.”
CHAPTER XIV.
The “Hater.”
M. Desmalions looked at him
without understanding, and
looked from him to the eefltng.
Perenna said:
“Ohj there’s no witchcraft
about it; and, though no one has
thrown that letter from above,
though there is not the smallest
hole in the ceiling, the explanation
is quite simple I”
“Quite simple, is iff” said M.
Desmalions.
“Yes, Monsieur le Prefet. It
looks like an extremely compli
cated conjuring trick, done almost
for fun. Well, I say that it is
quite simple—and, at the same
time, terribly tragic. Sergeant
Mazeroux, would you mind draw
ing baok the curtains and giving
us as much light as possible!”
While Mazeroux was executing
his orders and M. Desmalions
glancing at the fourth letter, the
contents of which were unimport
ant and merely confirmed the pre
vious ones, Don Luis took a pair of
steps which the workmen had left
in the corner, set it up in the mid
dle of the room and climbed to the
top, where, seated astride, he was
able to reach the electric chande
lier.
It consisted of a broad, circular
band in brass, beneath which whs
a festoon of crystal pendants. In
side were three lamps placed at
the corners of a brass triangle
concealing the wires.
.He uncovered the wires and cut
them. Then he began to take the
whole fitting to pieces. To hasten
matters, he asked for a hammer
and broke np the plaster all round
the clamps that held the chande
lier in position.
“Lend me a hand, please,” he
said to Mazeroux.
Mazeroux went up the steps;
and between them they took hold
of tho chandelier and let it slide
down the uprights. The detectives
caught it and placed it on the
table with some difficulty, for it
was much heavier than it looked.
On inspection, it proved to be
surmounted by a cubical metal
box, measuring about eight inches
square, which box, being fastened
inside the ceiling between the iron
clamps, had obliged Don Lpis to
knock away the plaster fhat con
cealed it.
‘‘What the devil’s this?” ex
claimed M. Desmalious.
‘‘Open it for yourself, Monsieur
le Prefet; there’s a lid to it,” said
Perenna.
M. Desmalions raised the lid.
The box was filled with springs
and wheel, a whole complicated
and detailed mechanism resem
bling a piece of-dockwork.
‘‘By your leave, Monsieur le
Prefet,” said Don Luis.
lie took out one piece of ma
! chinery and discovered another
\ beneath it, joined to the first by
tthe gearing of two wheels; and
the second was more like one 1
of those automatic apparatuses
which turn out printed slips.
Right at the bottom of the box,
just where the box touched the
ceiling, was a semicircle groove,
and at the edge of it was a letter
ready for delivery.
“The last of the five letters;”
said Don Luis,1* doubtless continu
ing the series of denunciations. I
You will notice, Monsier le Prefet,
that the chandelier originally had
a fourth damp in the center. It
was obviously removed when the
chandelieT was altered, so as to
make room fbr the lettens to
pass. ”
He continued his debited-expla-‘
nations:
‘ ‘ So the whole set of letters was
placed here, at the bottom. A
clever piece of machinery, eon
trolled by clockwork, took them
one by one at the appointed time,
pushed them to the edge of th#
groove concealed between the
lamps and the pendants, and pro
jected them into space.”
None of those standing around
Don Luis spoke, and all of them
seemed perhaps a little disap
pointed. The whole thing was
certainly very clever; but they
had expeeted something better
than a trick of springs and»wheels,
however surprising.
‘ ‘ Have patience, gentlemen, ’ ’
said Don Luis. “I promised you
something ghastly; and you shall
have it.”
“Well, I agree,” said the pre
fect of police, “that this is where
the letters started from. But a
good many points remain obscure;
and, apart from this, there is one
fact in particular which it seems
impossible to understand. How
were the criminals able to adapt
the chandelier in this way! And,
in a house guarded by the police,
in a room watched night and day,
how were they able to carry out.
such a piece of work without being
seen or heard!”
The answer is quite easy, Mo»
sieur le Prefet: the work was done
before the house was guarded by
the police.”
“Before the murder was com
mitted, therefore?”
“Before the murder was com
mitted. ”
“And what is to prove to me
that that is so ? ”
“You have said so yourself,
Monsieur le Prefet; because it
could not have been otherwise.”
“But do explain yourself, mon
sieur 1” cried M. Desmalions, jrith
a gesture of irritation. /‘If,you
have important things to tell ns,
why dela;^”
“It is better, Monsieur le Pre
fet, that you should arrive at the
truth in the same way as I did.
When you know the secret of the
letters, the truth is much nearer
than you think; and yon would
have already named the criminal
if the horror of his crime had not
betn w) great as to divert all sus
picions from him. ”
M. Desmalions looked at him at
tentively. He felt the importance
of Perenna’s every word and he
was really anxious.
“Then, according to you,” he
said, “those letters accusing
Madame Pauville and Gaston
Sauverand were placed there with
the sole object of ruining both of
them?”
“Yes, Monsieur le Prefet.”
“And, as they were placed there
before the crime, the plot must
have-been schemed before the
murder t”
“Yes, Monsieur le Prefet, before
the murder. Prom the moment
that we admit the innocence of
Mme. Panville and Gaston Sauve
rand, we are obliged to conclude
that, as everything accuses them,
this is due to a series of deliberate
acts. Mme. Fauville was out ou
the night of the murder: a plot!
She was unable to say how she
spent her time while the murder
was being committed: a plot! Her
inexplicable drive in the direction
of La * Muette and her cousin
Sauverand’s walk in the neighbor
hood of the house; plots! The
marks left in the apple by those
teeth, by Mme. Fauville’s o\Vn
teeth; a plot and the most infernal
of all!
“1 tell you, everything is
plotted beforehand, everything is,
so t ospeak, prepared, measured
out, labelled, and numbered. Ev
erything takes place at the ap
pointed time. Nothing is left to
ehanec. It is a work very nicely
pieced together, worth}' of the
most skilful artisan, so solidly
constructed that outside happen
ings have not been able to throw
it out of gear; aud that the scheme
works exactly, precisely, imper
turbably, like the clockwork iu
this box, which is a perfect sym
bol of the whole business and, at
the same time, gives a most accur
ate explanation of it, because the
letters denouncing the murderers
were duly posted before the crime
and delivered after the crime on
the dates and at the hours fore
seen.”
a. *
M. Desmalions remained think
ing for a time and then objected:
“Still, in the letters which he
wrote, M. Fauville accuses his
wife.”
“He does.”
“We must therefore admit
either that he was right in accus
ing her or that the letters are
forged!”
“They are not forged. All the '
experts have red&gnized M. Fan
vflle’s handwriting.”
“Then!”
“ Then-”
Don Luis did not finish his sen
tence; and M. Desmalions*felt the
breath of the truth fluttering still
nefcrer round him.
The others, one and all as
anxious as himself, were silent.
He muttered:
“I do not understand-”
“Yes, Monsieur le Prefet, you
d*. You understand that, if the
sending of those letters forms an
integrant part of the plot hatched
►against Mme. Fauville and Gaston
Sauverand, it is because their con
tents were, prepared in suoh a way
as to be the undoing of the vic
tims.”
“Whati What'l What are you
saying 1”
“I aid saying what I said be
fore. Once they are innocent, ev
erything that tells against them is
part of the plot.”
Again there was a long silence.
The prefect of police did not con
ceal his agitation. Speaking very
slowly, with his eyes fixed on Don
Luis ’ eyes, he said:
“Whoever the culprit may be,
I know nothing more terrible than
this work at hatred.”
“It is an even fflote improbable
Ujprk than yon ettn imagine, Mon
sieur le Prefet,” said Perenna,
with growing animation, “and it
is a hatred of which you, who do
not know Sawvenmd’s confession,
cannot yet estimate the violence.
I understood it completely as I
listened to the man; and, since
then, all my thoughts have been
overpowered by the dominant idea
of that hatred. Who could hate
like that ? To whose loathing had
Mari§ Fauville and Sauverand
been sacrificed 1 Who was the in
conceivable person whose pervert
ed genius had surrounded his two
victims with chains so powerfully
forged?
“And another idea came to my
mind, an earlier idea which had
already struck me several times
and to which I have already re
ferred in Sergeant Mazeroux’s
presence: I mean the really
mathematical character of the ap
pearance of the letters. I said to
myself that such grave documents
could not be introduced into the
case at fixed dates unless ^ome
primary reason demanded that
those dates should absolutely be
fixed. What reason ? If a human
agency had bee* at work each
t'-nc, there would surely have been
some irregularity dependent on
this especially after the police had
become cognizant of the matter
and were present at the delivery
of the letters.
“Well,” Perenna continued,
“in spite of every obstacle, the
letters continued to come, as
i hough they could not heir) it.
And thus the reason of their com
mg gradually dawned upm me:
they came mechanically, by some
invisible process set going once
and for all and working with the
blind certainty of a physical law.
This was a case not of a conscious
intelligence and will, but just of
material necessity. • * * It was
the clash of these two idea—the
idea of the hatred pursuing the in
nocent and the idea of that ma
chinery serving the schemes of the
‘hater’---it was their clash that
gave birth to the little spark of
light. When brought into con
tad. the two ideas combined in my
mind and suggested the recollec
tion that Hippolyte Fa tvilk* was
an engineer by profession!”
The others listened to him with
a sort of uneasy oppression. What
was gradually being revealed of
the tragedy, instead of relieving
the anxiety, increased it until it
became absolutely painful.
M. Desmalions objected:
‘‘Granting that the letters ar
rived on the dates named, you will
nevertheless have noted that, the
hour varied on each occasion.”
‘‘That is to say, it varied ac
cording as we watched in the dark
or not, and that is just the detail
which supplied me with the key tc
the riddle. If the letters—and this
was an indispensable precaution,
which we are now able to under
stand—were delivered only under
cover of the darkness, it must be
I because a contrivance of some
kind prevented them from appear
ing when the electric light was on,
and because that contrivance was
controlled by switch inside the
room. There is no other explana
tion possible.
(Continued Next Week.)
Hawaii will breed goats t>n a largo
Meal a.
BOMBING WORK MOST
DIFFICULT OF ALL
Airmen of Allied Forces Resort
to Many Tricks to Fool
the Enemy.
Behind British Lines hi Prance.—■
(by mail)—One of the most exciting
tasks to which airmen are assigned
is what ip known as "desultory bomb
ing” over one spot for an hour or
more* The object is to distract the at
tention of the anti-aircraft defenders
of a given district, and a machine
carrying a doeen or more bomba is em
ployed for the work.
At first the afrmen, a pilot and an
observer, appsoacn tneir target cau
tiously. With engines throttled down,
the craft glides nearer and nearer.
Below, an is quiet..No German search
lights are sweeping the sky. When the
attackers are almost over their ob
jective a roefcet rises toward them and
bursts into a cluster of red stars. The
machine has been discovered. At once
six or seven searchlights throw their
beams aloft'. The pilot looks at hisj
watch; It is time to begin his desultory
bombing.
He flies stfeadily on, although a bar
rage of bursting shells lies - now in
front of him. The observer looks
through the wires of his bomb sight to
the ground below. At the proper in
stant ha thrusts his lever forward and
releases the bombs. A few second later
he sees the flash of their explosions,
and above the craekiing barrage he can
hear two dull roars. He signals to the
pilot and flie machine turns and sweeps
away from, the fiery ring of shelts and
searchlights.
A few miles away the airplane flies
to and fro at top sijped. The puzzled
searchlights vainly feel the sky in all
directions and then, one by one, are
switched off. Then the pilot quickly
moves again toward the target. An
other bomb is dropped. As it explodes
the searchlights reappear and the bar
rage is renewed while through the
thickly grouped shell bursts are
threaded the chains of green flaming
globes, ffo tJJyeh used by the Germans.
Again the machine flies away and
this time, to bewilder still more the
soldiers below, the observer fires a
white light whieh slowly drifts below
and fades out. All the searchlights
follow it until it dies. Repeatedly the
airmen return to the attack. Bombs
are dropped at intervals until the end
of the hour, when the machine departs,
flickering fires and clouds of smoke
telling of the havoc wrought by the
bombs.
CAMP CODY SOLDIERS
ARE WELL ENTERTAINED
Camp Cody, N*sw Mexico—Soldiers
In training here do not depend upon
outside theatrical companies for their
entertainment. The division exchange
theater is the most popular place In
camp, for there the entertainers of
Camp Cody appear almost nightly. A
number, of the men who took part in
the Cody minstrels remain in camp,
and, with the assistance of others re
cruited from among the selective draft
troops recently sent here, the soldiers
are given high elass entertainments. A
typical program at the division ex
change theater includes an eccentric
musical act, during which the musician
squeezes music from everything from
a 'biscuit box to a row of5 pop bottles,
Scotch dialect songs by the various
“Scotties” in camp, vocal solos, instru
mental numbers and concerts by the
regimental bands. The theater is un
der the direction of the division adju>
tant.
Pullman Wages and Tips.
From the Indianapolis News.
Simultaneously with the announcement
that the government Is to continue to
operate the Pullman company comes an
order raisin* the wages of its employes
on the same basts as the advance recently
given railroad workers. The Industrial
relations commission once found that the
average salary of porters was from $27.60
to $36 a month and of conductors from $70
to $90 a month.
Most of the porters will probably have
their wages Increased by almost half. The
question now arises whether t<f tip or not
to tip. For years, fhe charge against the
Pullman company that Its porters were
not paid enough has been answered to
the effect that their wages were raised to
affluent proportions by tips. When It was
suggested that the pubitc should not be
expected to pay the wages of Pullman car
employes In addition to paying the usual
fares, the response was made that the
company had no way of curbing the gen
erosity of travelers and that if they would
tip It was proper for that source of in
come to be taken into consideration in
computing wages
Possibly the perters received many tips
that they would not otherwise have got
because It was generally understood that j
they were dependent on tips for a living.
With their wages substantially advanced
a different situation exists. The traveler
who gave up a quarter with a smile for
the badly paid victim of corporate nig
gardliness may feel differently toward a
better paid government employe. The
government can not with propriety force
any class of its employes to depend upon
the tips of chiaens for a livelihood.
Danger Signal and Loafers.
From the Saturday Evening Post.
Many states have passed laws against
habitual Idlers—which Is a late start in
attacking the vice of laziness; for It Is
Just as much a vice as drunkenness or
opium eating. It destroys the manhood
in a man and the Integrity of his char
acter. We have known our share of
drunkards and dope fiends. We have seen
those who seemed fairly hopeless shake
off their vice and emerge useful, honor
worthy men. According to our observa
tion, however, a man once really sunk
In the vice of laziness seldom gets out
hut remains the nearest to absolute zero
In human character.
Laziness has not been attacked as other
vices have. There have been few warn
ings, reprobations. Inhibitions. The young
man hangs round pool rooms—or round
club gnills W he has money. He engages
In Imitation work—petty. Incidental jobs;
or golf If he can afford It. He Is not
girding himself; be is not attacking the
problem of his tFe; he Is loafing. But If
he docs not indulge in the recognized
vices nobody says decisively "This will
not do!"
Touth ts Just as prone to the vice of
tazines3 as to any other vice. But there
are no danger signals on that road. There
ought to be. We believe society has a
i right and a duty to say to every able
i bodied young man “Work or you shall
' not eat;” for we believe that laziness Is
the most curable of vices If taken In time
—ar.d about the least curable when It ha*
become chronic.
A Whole Man or None.
From the Oregon Journal.
Little Freddie had Just been put in a
khaki suit with long trousers. "Mam
ma," he asked, “am I a man now Uke
papa?"
"I suppose so,” she replied.
"Well, then." he continued, “I guess I'll
| take a dime out of my bank and go <Vwu
• to the barber shop and get shaved,'1
IRISH FARMERS ARE
WARNED OF POSITION
Standish O’Grady Asserts They
Are Insulting Their
Best Friends.
,_ i
Dublin (by mail).—Irish farmers
have been the most backward of all
classes In regard to recruiting for the
army. Standish O’Grady, a distin
guished Irish writer, the author of sev- f
tral Irish novels and historical works,
has issued a warning to them that, un
ler the land purchase acts, they hold
‘.heir lands by an act of the imperial
parliament; that parliament has ad
vanced over $500,000,000 for the pur
shase of the land from the landlords,
has handed It over to thousands of
peasant proprietors and is collecting
from them the purchase money by an
nual Installments, less in amount than
{heir old rents.
Mr. O'Grady reminds the farmers
that "in supporting an attempt to over
throw the authority of the imperial
parliament they are trying to over
throw the very power to which they
owe their existence as proprietors and
which aloi'c ean maintain them in se
cure ownership.”
"Is it likely,” he asks, "that the Im
perial parliament, having its hundreds
of thousands of discharged, brave, loy
al soldiers to provide for, will leave
Ireland in the ownership of men, a
mere class, who in this deadly crisis, this
life and death struggle, are proving
themselves foes of England, of Great
Britain, of the British empire—which
aught to be their Anglo-Irish empire—•
tnd erf their great allied nations? They
will not respect the brand new land
titles which they themselves have
made and can unmake.
“With every day that passes the
temper of England is rising. Let it rise
a little more and things will happen.”
The question of their future fortunes
as peasant proprietors has certainly*
been exercising the minds of some
Irish farmers in a very different di
rection from that Indicated by Stand
tsh O’Grady. A leading Dublin lawyer
told the Associated Press representa
tive that he had been remonstrating
with a local Sinn Fein leader in th«
country, an influential farmer, as to
his attitude towards the war, and ask
ing him what he supposed his postion
would be if the Germans won the war
and came to Ireland. The reply he goi
was that If the Germans completely
overthrow the British government, the
Irish farmers would be no worse off
and might be better: there would no
longer be any legal authority to col
lect the land Instalments, the Germans
might remit them, and leave them the
land for nothing. The Sinn Fein lead
ers In Dubln have no such delusions,
but it is asserted that followers of thi*
type throughout the country have en>
abled them to win elections.
YANKEES MISS THE
DOUGHNUT GIRLS
BY FRANK J. TAYLOR.
United Press Staff Correspondent.
With the American Army in Francs
(by mail)—There is gleom in a certain
regiment of Yankees, and it is not be
cause they haven't had opportunity to
whip boches.
The regiment is going to lose what
the men consider their most valuable
asset, the McIntyre sisters, also knowh
as the Salvation Army girls. The Mc
Intyre sisters—Gladys and Irene—who
have made chocolate, doughnuts, pies
and sandwiches for the boys of this
regiment, sent letters for them, banked
money, and who have been “good sis
ters to every fellow in the regiment,”
have been transferred to a new post.
The troops holding this part of the
line want to adopt the McIntyre sisters
permanently—and who wouldn’t?
“They’re good pals, not dolls,” is the
way the doughboys compare the rugged,
lively American sisters with French
girls out near the front. When ths
doughboy comes around, he usually Is
eager to work, and he's happiest who
is given a job dipping doughnuts, cut
ting wood, or doing anything to help
the McIntyre sisters. It is a happy
American family, this, out here where
the shells rain in all too regularly, in
terrupting even pie making and dough
nut dipping, for orders are that every
one scoot for dugouts when the boches
begin a bombardment. Practically
every house !n town has been hit and
partly demolished.
These American soldier girls have a
dugout handy to sleep in. While they
vere absent at work one day a shrapnel
came through the roof and punctured
the bed full of holes. There is plenty
of excitement in this work, but very
little time to get excited.
It is easy to see why there is gloom
In a certain regiment at the front. Of
course, there are some more girls just
arrived In the little village to take over
the already established canteen of the
McIntyre sisters. But they are not
the same as your own mvorite trird
and- true, stick-through-shot-and-shell
Bisters, the doughboys say. These
brave pioneer girls are needed to begin
another post. One thing is sure, some
other regiment is going to be made
awfully happy when the McIntyre sis*
ters join it.
NAVAL RECRUITING IN
IRELAND IS BRISK
—.. . ^
Dublin (by mall).—Lieutenant Percy,
director of naval recruiting In Ireland,
declares that recuitlng for the British
navy was never more brisk in Ireland
;han It Is at present. There are Irish
men in every department from the ad
mirals down, and the recruiters in the
owns and villages throughout Ireland
ire always warmly welcomed. Dublin
has Just given a cordial sendoff to a
aumt-er of recruits of the trawler sec
tion of the royal naval reserve. This
branch appeals particularly to Irish
(isher boys who have experienced In
the past few months around the Irish
coasts the cruelty with which the Ger
man submarine campaign is conducted.
The recruits paraded the streets of
Dublin accompanied by bluejackets and
marines and the band of the Berkshire
regiment. Among the inscriptions on
the banners in the procession were:
“The Germans are sinking Irish ships
and murdering Irishmen, join us and
avenge these crimes."
"We are Beatty’s boys, brother Irish-,
men, come along.”
Work.
From the Boston Transcript.
No longer will you be permitted to turn
up your nose at work; you must turn up
your sleeves at It. Golfers will naturally
choose field work. Those who want light
work can attend to the arc lamps. Writers
will have work enough selling their work.
Spongers will continue to work their ao
c.uaintaces, and rakes will be given gar
den work.
Vessels lined with metal that will
conduct electricity to heat heat liquids
as they are poured from one to anoth
er have been patented by an lnventoi
In Pennsylvania. <■
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