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United States Wise in
Giving Up Old Things
When a seventy-five-year-old Maine
blacksmith recently shod a twenty
five-year-old horse in a one-hundred
year-old shop, using a vise and an an- i
vil even older, the happening was |
chronicled afar in the press. A sim
ilar combination of what, to us, were
undent tilings would not have caused
the flicker of an eyelash In Egypt ot
L'liinn. There are many other places
in the world, too, where the peoples
tire immune to curiosity of the kind
displayed. Not that their men or theii
animals live, or continue active, long
er than ours, but they have been less
Inclined than Americans to seek im
provements in equipment, and so have
clung closer I old buildings and old
tools. Here Hie search Is constant fot
better design and better materials.
The ancient is discarded when tiie
new makes its added merit certain.
And that is not the least of the rea
sons for the start the United States
often gets in achievement.—Indianap
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At a luncheon in New York one day
a lady nodded towards au incredibly
pretty girl and said:
“Don't you think she’s lovely,
Avery?”
“So lovely,” said the playwright,
“that I’m sure she’s got a past iu
front of her.”
Prevention
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neighbor as they hurried to the morn
ing train. “Did you go to the play
with your wife after all?”
“Yes,” answered he, “rather than
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got home.”
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“I want some paregoric,” said the
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"I’m just out of It,” said the drug
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Love is most sincere when It loves
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to merit.
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THE COPPER HOUSE
A Detective Story
BY
JULIUS REGIS
AUTHOR OF “NO 18 TORON!"
1
He extinguished the lamp,
»nd they could see a glimmer
of daylight between the thick
eurtains, which he now flung
open. Waves of bright sun
shine streamed into the room,
»nd when the window was
opened a refreshing morning
breeze blew softly in on their
heated faces. They both in
hales it with enjoyment, and
Wallion said: “Another day!
f wonder if (labriel Ortiz slept
last night—not without dream
ing, I’ll wager. As long as
there is a doubt about Tar
raschin’s memorandum... .but
who knows, everything may he
cleared up in an hour’s time!”
“Why are you looking out
into the street?”
“To see if the house is
watched.”
“And is it?”
“Fortunately not. We are
lucky.”
“How odd you look! One
might think you were waiting
for somebody. What’s up?”
“I am expecting B.22. He
was to he here at about 7.”
Leo jumped up. “B.22 com
ing here?”
“Yes, the poor chap is
scared stiff, and is inclined to
betray Ortiz to save his own
skin. I have promised to help
him, as soon as he has made a
full confession, though I doubt
whether he will prove a very
creditable witness....”
The door bell rang; Wallion
went to answer if, and a man
came in hurriedly, holding a
newspaper in his hand. It was
the young journalist, Robert
Lang, and he was so much out
of breath that he could not
speak for a minute, hut hand
ed the paper to his chief with
a silent gesture.
i ou are out eariy, re
marked Wallion coolly, though
he already guessed the truth.
“No,” retorted Lang hastily,
“say rather, too late! Wallion,
they have forestalled us again
—B.22 is dead!”
“Dead!” echoed Leo and the
Problem-hunter together. The
latter, to whom Lang had
handed the paper, glanced
through it, arid came to an un
derlined paragraph, which he
read aloud:
“ ‘Sudden Death in the
Street Last Night.’
“ ‘About 11 o’clock last
night, a miduleaged and rather
poorly dressed man was lound
dead upon one of the benches
in the Railway park. The man,
who was apparently one of the
many unknown strangers who
are so frequently to be met
with in Stockholm at the pres
ent time, seems to have died
quite suddenly, no doubt in
consequence of a heart attack.
Nothing was found in his pock
ets, except a card upon which
was written in red ink, “B.22.
It is therefore impossible to
identify him. lie was dressed
A brief description
followed. Wallion threw down
the paper, and asked:
“Is the Morning Post the
only paper that gives the
news?”
“Yes,” replied Lang; “it
must have been one of their
reporters who came across
him.”
“Have you verified the re
port?”
“Yes, the dead man is B.22.
there’s no doubt about that.
“No,” said Wallion slowly;
“no doubt about it. We might
have expected it. Poor
wretch! the Whirlpool lias
sucked him in!”
“He makes the third,” said
Leo, looking much disturbed.
“We must give notice to the
police now!”
Wallion, who was standing
with his head bent, now looked
up.
“The third, if Bernard Jen. i
is really dead,” he said. “But
how can the polite help us?
What’s the good of bringing
an accusation against one Ga
*
briel Ortiz, whe no one has any
idea where to find him! Or
to arrest Fayerling or Tassler,
against whom we have not a
shadow of proof? Or to tell
the fantastic history of Ter
raschin’s memorandum which
none of us has see..? Go to
the police if you like—and in
a week’s time we shall be
scoffed at as the most arrant
liars and slanderers in Europe,
and that is saying a good deal
in this year of grace 1917!”
“But—aren’t we right!”
asked Leo, amazed.
“We haven’t the right to he
right, as lon„ as we can’t
prove that we are! And you
see, they have robbed us of our
proof before we could take ad
vantage of it.”
“What shall we do, then?”
The Problem-hunt r's gray
eyes began to sparkle with in
domitable energy. He spoke
rapidly, but in such a tone
that every word was impressed
upon their minds.
“Lang, you go straight off
to Lawyer Burchardt as soon
as his office is open, and in
form him on Mr. Grath’s behalf
that the Copper House is not
for sale. You may tell the
lawyer, under the seal of secre
cy, as much of the truth as is
necessary. After that wait
for further instructions from
me.”
Robert Lang looked at Leo.
“Yes,” said he quickly;
“it’s quite correct, I have no
intention of selling the Copper
House to those people.”
“And you, Mr. Grath,” con
tinued Wall ion, “are pre
sumed to be locked up in your
bedroom at the present minute,
fast asleep at the Copper
House. It’s a grand position,
at the very center of all that’s
going on. So, catch the first
train out to Ivarkby, and get
back to your room the same
way you left it—as long as no
body sees you doing it!”
Leo drew a deep breath.
“But supposing anyone saw
me in Stockholm last night?”
“Nobody would have
dreamed that you would be
here, and that fellow outside
my door had quite enough to
do to look after himself.”
“And what about you? what
are you going to do?”
“I am coming with you to
the Copper House!”
PART II
The Twentieth of July
CHAPTER VIII
Lona Ivanovna Asks Her First
QUESTION
When a house is guarded
with such infitie precaution
as wras the case with the Cop
per House, it becomes, as Wal
lion expressed it, “a pleasantly
exciting adventure” to enter
it by broad daylight, without
being seen.
By his advice, they had quit
ted the train one station be
yond Karkby, and gone the
rest of the way on foot,
through the wood. They
crossed the southern boundary
as an invading army crosses
the border of a hostile country:
by forced marches, and with
intense caution.
As soon as they reached the
top of the hill, they could see
at some distance through the
trees, the massive roof of cop
per which was their goal. The
sun shone brightly iri the still
atmosphere; no smoke issued
as yet from the chimneys of
the groat house; the un
ploughed fields in front of it
lay bare and desolate. But,
on looking to the left, they
caught sight of a man sitting
motionless upon a stone at the
outskirts of the wood, with
his face turned towards the
field, and a gun between his
knees. If was one of the for
est guards.
“We seem to be in luck,”
murmured Wallion.
“Luck!” echoed Leo irrita
bly. "They are watching the
path and we shall not be able
to go 100 steps without being
seen....**
“Just so. Tt is lucky that
they are watching the Copper
House so openly. If we had not
found that sentry posted there,
I should have felt uneasy, for
it would certainly mean that
your escapade last night had
been discovered, and a trap
laid. Blit, now they are keep
ing guard as they always do„
and we can go happily on.”
Wallion moved forward, hut
Leo pulled him back by the
coat.
“Wliat are you going to
do?” lie whispered.
“To make a flanking move
ment,” replied the l’roblem
hunter.
They skirted the hill around
the sentry, and approached
the avenue by slow degrees.
Suddenly Wallion halted.
“There’s another of theinl”
he whispered.
They could see another
armed man some way beyond
them; like the first, he was
staring idly at the field, and
they heard him yawn loudly,
after which he filled and light
ed his pipe; the smell of to
bacco was wafted up to them.
“Look, they are waking up
in the Copper House,” whis
pered Leo.
“Smoke was rising from one
of the chimneys, and the Prob
lem-hunter gazed critically at
it, remarking:
“In 20 minutes’ time, they
will knock at your door to tell
you that breakfast is ready.”
"They are bound to find
out directly that 1 am not
there,” answered Leo quickly;
“we can’t possibly get in now
without being sftcu.”
"Where there’s a will,
there’s a way! We’ll try, at
all events.”
Wallion spoke with irresisti
ble decision, and Leo dared
not protest. They passed, at
some distance, a third sentry,
and were now close to the ave
nue, ami about half way up it..
The huge trees formed a sort of
roof above them, and the
trunks bordered the path like
a fourfold row of dark, massive
pillars. Wallion looked all
round.
“That s our heat way, saul
he; “come along.”
“The avenue!” said Loo.
“Yos, where else? Why go
in by the back way, when we
can arrive in style, sheltered
by these great trees! Remem
ber that they keep a look-out
on the avenue from the por
ter’s lodge, and anyone seeing
us here will take it for grant
ed that wo belong to the house.
Forward!”
He took Loo by the arm, and
began to walk up the avenue.
“Step out,” lie said smiling.
“They see us now, but they
aren’t paying us any atten
tion.”
it was difficult to say wheth
er any of the three sentries
whom they had just passed,
and had now left on. their
right, took the slightest notice
of the two men iu the avenue;
at all events, they raised no
alarm, though Loo, hardly dar
ing to breathe, expected them
to do so at any minute.
Wallion moved softly arid
swiftly, as though making for
some definite point, and Loo
followed him as best he could;
five minutes later they made a
half turn to the left, and saw
the Copper House straight in
front of them.
“Which is the window' of
your room!” whispered Wal
lion.
“On the north side, second
floor, hidden by tlie trees. I
have climbed up the spout to
that window any number of
times in my life, without being
caught_”
“I fancy we shall manage it
again now,” remarked Wal
lion, hut at the same instant
lie pulled Leo back among the
bushes.
Somebody was coming. Steps
crunched on the gravel, and a
man passed quite close. Pres
ently they crept out of their
hiding place, and saw the per
son, who had gone by without
I suspecting their proximity,
mount the terrace steps, and
disappear in the direction of
the house. They both recog
nized Rastakov. While they
still hesitated to advance any
further, they heard his steps
again; he had gone the round
of the house, and was now
standing on the terrace. They
dared not raise their heads, foi
his face was turned their way.
They could hear him light a
cigaret, and the next few sec
onds seemed interminable.
Then the glass door leading to
the hall opened with a crush,
and a harsh voice said:
“Maxim Rastakov!”
“What is it, Lona Ivanov
na?”
“Allow me to tell you, Ras
takov, that if you don’t turn
out that filthy tramp who is
sitting in the kitchen, and the
miserable object who stands
and yawns in the hall, 1 shall
do it myself.”
“Not yet, my good Lona
Ivanovna; not until you tell
me where I can find Bernard
Jenin.”
“Haven’t you searched the
whole house? Do you think 1
have hidden him in one of
these drawers? You needn’t
make faces; you arc quite ugly
enough as it is.... ”
Rastakov laughed.
“Lona Ivanovna,” said he,
“go upstairs arid wake the
young fellow who fancies that
he owns this house, and see
that he comes out here without
noticing anything. We can
talk about Bernard Jenin af
terwards.”
“Don’t I toll you that he
has gone!”
“Yes, I haven’t a doubt of
it! He’s gone, hut the matter
doesn’t end there! When you
can show me how Bernard
Jenin disappeared, I will re
move those men. But only on
one condition; mind that the
blue light appears every eve
ning.”
There was something omin
ous in the cold, clear tones of
Rastakov’s voice, which made
Leo’s blood run cold. A pause
followed. Then the old lady
said, as harshly as before, but
with rising anger in her voice .
“See to the blue light your
self, Rastakov. Perhaps it may
show up your face in its prop
er setting, and let people sec
wlmt a scoundrel you are l”
“They have realized that al
ready, Lona Ivanovna, and
that is why they make us ot
me.
lie laughed again loudly,
went down the steps of the ter
race, and disappeared down
the avenue. The glass dooi
slammed again, and all was
still.
Wallion sprang up, pulling
Leo with him.
“Quick, quick,” he whis
pored; “now we know how the
land lies; they are keeping
watch indoors, and your ah
senee last night has not been
discovered. Quick, to yom
room.”
They could see above them
the open window of Leo’s bed
room, and without more ado,
Wallion climbed with noiseless
agility up the copper spout,
and swung himself over the
window-sill.
Leo followed him with great
er difficulty, for, in his ner
vous excitement, his heart was
beating so rapidly that it made
him feel faint and breathless
“Here we are, at last! said
the Problem-hunter, seating
himself on a diair, and taking
stock of his surroundings; “an
uncommonly jolly little room1
Give me some idea as quickly
as you can, of the geography
of the house, so that I may
know' how to find my way
about it.”
But this was asking toe
much. Leo had thrown him
self speechless on the bed, and
did not answer. Wallion looked
at him more closely, and saw
that he was shivering a?
though with cold, and that
beads of perspiration stood or.
his forehead.
(TO B* CONTINUKD)
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Hoover Surrounded
By Stanford Alumni
PALO ALTO, CAL— —For
mer students and faculty members of
Leland Stanford, Jr„ university have
been called upon by its most widely
known graduate. President Hoover,
to governmental posts.
Of first prominence is Dr. Ray
Lyman Wilbur, secretary of the in
terior, who was granted an indefi
nite leave of absence as president
of Stanford to sit in the cabinet.
Wilbur’s two executive assistants
Ernest Sawyer and Northcutt Ely,
were graduated from Stanford.
Dr. Augustus Taber Murray, pro
fessor of classical literature a;
Stanford, went to Washington tv
preach in the president's ohurch.
W. P. Durand, emeritus professo
of mechanical engineering at Stan
ford, is a member of the Boulde:
Dam commission. Ellwood P. Cub
berley dean of the school of educa
tion is a member of the committee
of 45 appointed to study relation?
of the federal government to states
,n education.
Kenneth Mackintosh, former jus
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C. C. Teague of the farm relief
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Vernon L. Kellogg, former profes
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ouncil. He held the position be
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With the white evening dress ol
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recognize the flared and long skirt
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worn to the exclusion of ever
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The outstanding Hindu festivals
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Durga* the I.nkshmi and Kali “pujas”
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India. The pujas and Dewall take
place In October and are celebrated
with pomp for several days. Govern
ment trade Is all hut suspended.
Business at the bazaars during the
few days preceding the puja is very
active.
Worried
After a recent censor meeting In
Chicago, nil the picture pruners left
with newly sharpened scissors. Asked
If censorship was to be lightened or
not, one of the party replied:
"We cannot say, at present. We nro
all looking forward with trepidation to
the lirst talkie of a golf match.”
Shell* Still Plowed Up
Although the World war ended more
than ten years ago, farmers are still
plowing up shells in the rural districts
of Itbeims, France, In many cases
tlie shells have exploded and caused
injury or death.
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Even the most thirsty criminal isn't
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