NO MAN S ▼ LAND A tMDRflfcWOZ ^K lOUIS JOSEPH VANCE ^ILLUSTRATIONS BY itoyVk/r*** O0*>r/HC»r /9J0 br iotr/3 joz/sm YA/tc£ / *p SYNOPSIS •: -r i € • **• * s Man rtf New ' j * ttia* kwiirti. « h«» h *:*«f Wf». Im 4 *r4 jufty II* a* . wMfusigi. e » Ug IL- f t»■. dr u to** Mlth Kalh Tfui *:•>* • »s*i (« i« a.* > H«*r *%•! HI* > « » a« « u * natr*! j\j>M*vmr«1 Yi,**! mi *11 ** a* a k-n-Jv i»l«n 1. k*u*MTi as Mar. * !.«n4 «**»•*! starts • tit to r* HdS fltero MJS4 rwnt> UfMMt sown1 v N*r«tW b;.'! ?tc» II* *lt> nrra a man 4 4 I . fc««sg furthrr *n«! ■ |>t»r arh- 1 •’ * * I •«-•* Hr » < * ft^at • • - dli4»:«*r • ♦ * • *1A**#** that torr hushacd. utnW IV j Rjiirr *d4 IUa It ! aw Hot?*:I I !*.- i •lattk« 4r4 wrl* * «••(» him a • «(.. I ?«♦ to ». » t\. 4ikJ fttrr*’ 1^ r* *'wH flsaf he *• » watcfot arnbe m:in *•4 ><•» tern M 4trT.ir.4g ttae on •Hr lab*Ml »t.iiCMrti •!***>' arc criminal* CHAPTER XI.—(Ccntirjej.) “Tad can b»t I shut off and skinned «' «f there in a jiffy: I'd Wtt in a •uid s*«at ail tb* *h*.le The rat ket ] aay n-ndin* ra»—.f nad sounded as j ktj4 mm the Trump of Dnon; I rouMn l i to sate my neck understand bo* lUaefc fail'd to hear it. even if he • ere at the other end of the island •*d tune bark ind exterminate tee Hu I br»t It on the d -ad jump The farm hou*e *as m tny way. however, and I pulled up there to reconnoitre There was a found of lafres out front, aud I went in me I hack way—the premises telng empty I - and snooped to the front windows xnd eavesdropped To that instant I'd had never a th< ght that yon tntg^t he mils* up in the mesa, hut I reccg ailed your volte, and overheard Just enough to open my eyes to 'he eorf ph xity at the sHuaCbn 1 didn't linger long enough to hear touch, mj position being somewhat d» -rate—from mure than one point oi *1 *■ Ho 1 sneaked out by the rear and laid for you on the path to the beach Then that shower came ap and I lost touch with the path Uy l the time l*d re-found it and traced my way bock to the (arm-house, you were rnoe I s-t sail in pursuit, but by the ■■me I sighted the deserted village, you were invisible, and Blacksteck * by this time I knew his right name* superintending the planting of I'owef grelig nothing of you I con •!uded—and hoped—you'd sloped for the boat, and dodged round after you Thaae shots stopped tne right by the boat an he teach. I aaw you coming and : . . “I've talked myself hoarse—(or once in my life Never dreamed I'd have each a taste of Heaven . . .!" t onal » as about to speak when Ap-• pleyard Mopped him with a lilted bind. "Look." he said, with a wide ge»turw. “and if you're superstitious at all—that is to say. human—bug com fort to year hi art For my part I’m grdcr to take tbts for aa omen You nvay yin. e y ourself-" Overborne by the Irtsh'eg easterly atnd whtrh hl< a down the Sound as through a f unnel, the (ng back . ts No Man's Land tonight And the ■ mar* wind, the tougher the yob ot aorkiac tack . . * Appteyard grimaced his disgust. “Wbh's afraid?" be demanded, trucu lent “A pessimist." be misquoted with a large If inconclusive air of philosophical contemplation, “is a Id les who has to live with optimists ‘ Sat only that, bat you make me lined." CHAPTER XII. Within another hour (and the more ! nsg na* mill youngi the Krbo rode at astter la Quirk'* Hide oo the i-Cf* ot I (he navigable channel. rear the Na )4tv by the narlaacholy voice of the hen booy oJ the sooUtern entrance, a tucad. the most forlorn and dreary la** l to man wu< fa came fitfully to lus ram* la tbe oci.asb.Tial lulling ot the otad As su bHis aotiadod Appleyard hopped oa deck yanking and rubbing has eye* sot with a light la tbe tat ior. as soon as be permitted them to springiness in kts testified to tbe re ( _ i of bl* slumbers. "Moody*' ho chirruped "Nothing star mi ug tamed up. eh*~ -Not a thing said Coast. -flood enough Don't lock for era 111 evening Whea d this lull ret loT* (Vast Informed km "That's all rt/t-t e* (a » ih tteir plans; they d radu r make a landing in the dark. anyway." "What difference would that make—?“ “Not muck: only the fewer boats touching at No Man's Land, the less attention attracted. 1 s'pose you know there's a lile saving station on Gay Head? Sure; and part of its tob is to k>ep a list of everything that passes by. from a rowboat to a coast wise liner.” "Of course; hut -look here. Apple yard " Coast paused, doubt tinting his tone. "Sir. to you?" There's one thing been troubling u:e It seems to me we're taking a lot for granted. Of course, to begin with. I was only too keen to believe ■he worst of B'ackstock. But. serious ly. what warrant have you for bellev ng h-'s mixi d up w ith this smuggling game?" Appleyard rubbed his ncse reflec tivelv. "Wel l." he drawled, grinning. I haven't got any sure-’nough good excuse. I 2dmit. I just know it’s so. Thnfs all." "But—” "What's Biackstock sticking out there for' Not because he likes it. you can bet; not solely because tie's afraid of getting caught—for be set tled on No Man's Land before Dun waves and tile softly modulated toll ing of the distant buoy, presently dozed off; nor did he wake until Ap pleyard shook his shoulder several hours later. He started up in some perturbation —with that singular flutter of the heart that men sometimes waken tc face a crucial hour. "Well—?" he asked, half dazed. "Time,” returned Appleyard coolly. "They're just about to stand in round Lone Rock. Come on deck." His small head and narrow shoul ders were momentarily silhouetted I against a violet-shaded square of sky that filled the companion opening, then disappeared. Coast, realizing trom the twilight within and without that the hour was late, followed with ' xpedition. “What's o'clock?" he asked as he stepped on deck. “About seven Take the wheel.”! Appleyard dropped lightly into the engine-pit as Coast obediently moved to the stern and grasped the spokes. His first glance was comprehensive, summing up the situation in a single cast; he was now fully awake and very alert. With a muffled cough the motor be gan to throb and drum. The Echo gathered way. Coast swung her gent ly to starboard as Appleyard. throt tling the speed to half, climbed out ! and dropped the hatch. "Right.” the little man approved. "Now hold her steady for Pasque, not too far up channel, and stand ready to put her about when I give the word." ■ “Aye. ave.” said Coast intelligently. He pondered a while as the boat j forged sturdily up against the seas. "Suppose," he said abruptly, “this isn't the right boat?" Appleyard grunted unpleasantly. "It's got to be." he affirmed with con viction. "What else could it be? . ! “Doesn’t It Smell Like an Easter to You?” das come through with his confes sion: cot because he would be safer in some corner of the world across tne water—” i told you his wife said—" She said precisely what he told her Naturally. Probably believes it. Rot!! ... The real reason is the reason why he dropped his remit tances to Dundas: because he’s broke, aad down, and desperate—ready to turn his hand to anything to earn a dishonest dollar. And this job's Ideal for bis purpose s." Appleyard wound up triumphantly. "Rut." Coast argued, “she has money. “Ho* do you know?" At least, her aunt had. and It was o go to her." -ftut did It? I'll lay you a hand ,-oae wager that either she never got tt or It wasn't much anyway and Rlackstoek managed to run through it with the customary racility or scoundrels of his class. . . Don't talk to me: I tell you. I know a lot of things for certain that I don't know for sure: and this is one of em. . . . And now if you'll Just kindly quit finding fault with my un .mpeachable management of this »f iair. and duck below and poun-'. ear for a couple of hours, or uu... : call you. you'll be In much better shape for what's before you this night." Coast, soothed by the swash of . . You'd make a shine gambler, ir you want to know," he added, bustling about busily. Coast subsided, although he con tinued to eye the oncoming boat with unmitigated mistrust. Appleyard, having cast off ail but one of the stops securing the gaff to the boom, first lighted and set out the starboard lamp, which was of course invisible to the approaching boat, then lighted and placed the other ne neath the seat. "I got an eye-full of her with the glasses as she came across the bay," he said, pausing beside Coast and bal ancing himself lightly against the mo tion of the boat. "She's a stepper all right; a cabin cruiser about thirty four over all with a good, stiff engine in her—twenty-five H.-P.. I’d guess. She moves when she moves;" "That argues a erew of t-vn?” Coast surmised. "Just about—aside from our friend the passenger. Mr. Handyside—who's in such a sweat to get on his job that he has to risk the passage In the teeth of an easter.” said the little j man. “You can bet your boots no one else would run the chance—nor he. unless it was on urgent business. , ... Now go about and stand acros9 again, a bit further up the channel." I he advised as the Echo drew under | 'he shadow of Pasque. "So-o: that's it." • TO BE CONTINUED.) Jumbled Orator Was a Hit Viedictorian Got Badly Mixed Up But the Result Pleased His Audience Immensely. The trouble with the valedictorian was that be had started orations on three different subjects and aban doned two. after committing them to memory. This may account for the fact that ibe trouble ensued early in the en gagement The youth made a good getaway and was covering the ground stead j :!y when be suddenly switched. “'Beyond the Alps lies Italy.'“ he I cried as he took careful aim with bis index finger at the gallery. “Such were the Inspired words of Patrick Henry as be fared the astonished gath I t-rlng. and pointed to the throbbing lid of the steaming kettle If he had turned aside at the crucial moment, if Hannibal had not braved the minions of the English king, the pow er and helpfulness of harnessed steam might have been left for the diSfcoverers of a future age But such is the inexorable decree of fate. Han nibal swept down upon the plains of sunny Italy, the seeds of American independence were deeply rooted, and the steam engine was given to an amazed world. If James Hannibal—I should say Patrick Watt—I mean Li tv erty Henry—had hesitated—or looked back—the course of empire would have remained unchecked and history would have been rewritten!” Then be sat down amid tremendous applause. Washington and Steuben at Valley Forge ETWEEN one and two hundred thousand people every year visit Valley Forge. Everything possible has been done to attract them. On the hills where Washington’s army suffered and bled there are now beautifully kePt macadam roads and bridle paths that meander through the trees. By train, auto, bicycle, motorcycle and afoot the crowds come— but always in the spring, summer or autumn. When snow falls fresh marvels of beauty are revealed. But few, save the fox hunters, ever see them. In many places the views do not differ greatly from those of that memorable winter, 1777-78, when Washington and his men fought against cold and starvation. An army of ragamuffins, many of the troops even Without shoes, poorly and insufficiently nourished, it was almost a miracle that any of those patriots survived. ☆ ☆☆☆☆☆☆ True Patronymic Not Washington, Is Claim Made One Story of the Origin of the Name by Which Father of His Country Was Known ☆ ☆☆☆☆☆☆ THE real name of the hrst president of the I'nited States was not Washing ton. Hts baptismal name was George, and he was born February 22 in the year 1732. The old colony of Vir ginia was his birthplace, but the true name of his male ancestors was not Washington. This may seem a sweep ing statement in the light of generally accepted history, but careful research has established beyond doubt that the ancient founder of the family from which came the Father of our Coun try was named William de Hertburn. The key to this apparent paradox lies in the fact that. In common with many noblemen and monarcbs of Europe, the first president possessed an estate name and a real, or family name, the latter being known as the patronymic, or paternal name. The first Washingtons were or French, not English, origin, and were numbered among the powerful knights of the northern portion of France. When the duke of Normandy con ceived the ambition of becoming king of England he called to his aid the Catholics of France, and among those who responded to his appeal was an ancestor of George Washington. The duke gathered his soldiers about him and announced that by right and promise he deserved and intended to be the new king of England. His spir ited address had the desired efTect and the knights and their vassals thronged to the standard until there was soon gathered under the leader ship of William, duke of Normany, the greatest army France had ever mustered, ready for the field and thirsting for the glories of conquest. Among the many banners thrown to the breeze appeared the shield of the multi-great-grandfather of our own George Washington. His name was William de Hertburn. The 60.000 fol lowers of the duke set sail in 3.000 j vessels of war for the English coast and landed without opposition, be cause of the English King Harold's conflict with the Norwegians in an other part of his Invaded domains. On October 14. 10G6, the rival armies met, and on the field of Hastings took place one of the most terrific battles in the history of England. William of Normandy was the victor, and King Harold, with tens of thousands of his English, was among the slain. The victorious French marched to London, and on Christmas day they pro claimed their dashing leader "William I, conqueror and king of England.” King William, like all his French knights, loved the French ideas of government, church and home, and in fused into the old English national and domestic life all the customs of his native land. Even the English lan guage, which William never could learn, was gradually set aside, and among the loyal French knights who assisted the conqueror in enforcing Ms reforms was the distant kin of George I Washington. This early ancestor of hi our first president was numbered among the intimates or the king, and was one of the leaders of the French conquest. In apportioning the estates of the Saxons to his followers the conqueror bestowed on William de Hertburn the j extensive estate known as Wessyng ton. and entitled him to heraldic de- ' nomination of his choice. Historic | records show him as one of the favor- | ite knights of the king. As a further demonstration of the importance of the De Hertburns. or "Wessyngtons,” history furnished the information that the estate in question . was under the command of the bishop of Durham, and situated in a locality ; exposed to the attack of the Scots of ; northern England. On this border i there was constant warfare, and the king naturally selected the bravest and most warlike of his adherents to hold lands in the disputed district. For nine years this country between Durham and York was laid waste, and for ten years it was practically a desert, no man having the courage to attempt cultivation of the blasted fields or inhabit the ruined towns. One hundred thousand people died In this debatable strip of land, and there, where active hostilities ever reigned, the De Hertburns, or Wes syngtons. were stationed. This rec ord of the great family is absolutely authentic in every detail, having been proved by minute research and per sonal visits to the locality where its members were lords of the soil—a task which embraced fifteen years of heraldic investigation. Later the estate known as Wes ayngton was spelled and entered of ficially as Wesstngton. the proprietors assuming the same name. Then It was recorded as Washington, and a natural change of the owner’s name in accordance with that of his land followed. The proprietors became known as William. John, Lawrence. Robert and Nicholas De Washington. Finally the heraldic shields and French prefix of "De" was dropped, and the modern spelling of W-a-s-h i-n-g-t-o-n prevailed. The Washingtons were very prom inent In the military as well as the civic phases of English life. In the days of Henry the VIII., when that monarch was in conflict with the pope of Rome, Lawrence Washington sided with the king, and the tatter con fiscated the monas'ertes, convents and churches of the Homan Catholic church, giving to this Washington the Sulgrave estate, where for over a cen tury the Washington family ruled su preme. A decline in their fortunes then appears to have taken place, tor in 1620. the year the Pilgrims set sail for America, the Washingtons were practically driven from the Sul grave estate to take up residence at Brighton with minor manors and hold, ings. The loss of hundreds of acres of rich meadows and harvest fields was in a measure counteracted by the marriage of a Sir William Washing ton to a sister of George Vllliars. Duke o' Buckingham. This union brought about new alliances and af filiations which made Washingtons possible in America, and ultimately led to the rearing of George Wash ington to be the military leader or the colonies and eventually our hrst chief executive. Fable Worth Pondering Over. Good Mr. Wallapus stood at tha window Sunday afternoon idly watch ing the bad little boys playing base ball on a vacant lot. "The Sabbath breaking little wretches." he said. "They ought to be arrested, every one of them. There should be a rigid or dinance against this desecration of tha Sabbath.” Then he rang for the chauf feur. "Jim.” he said, "get out the car and we'll take a little spin. It's a beautiful day and I'm tired of staying in tha house." Thla table teaebaa HEART REPAIRED WITH WIRE How Six Feet of Golden Thread Coiled in a Man’s Aorta Made It Strong Again. Philadelphia.—With the walls of his I heart reinforced by a coil of wire ; through which electricity passes, just ! a;t it follows an electric-light wire, J' hn Braden rests at the University h pital, and expects to resume his ur.al routine in life in a few weks. • he heart is the pump which keeps al! (he machinery of the human body in motion. It has valves just as all other pumps have, and when an engi i neer finds a valve leaking in a pump j under his care he stops the engine j and introduces a new valve if the de fective one is beyond repair. The | main valve in the heart of John Bra i den leaked. All through the day he i was disturbed by its unnatural noise, j and at night it kept him awake. Finally the pressure became so very j severe and the peril to his life so im ’ mediately grave that he was removed j to the University hospital, where Dr. I Coil of Gold Wire Inserted in Heart’s Aorta. I Charles H. Frazier essayed the deli j cate task of tightening up the valve ! of his heart and reinforcing the entire I structure. Examination disclosed the fact that i the aorta was about to rupture. This ; would inevitably have resulted in i death. Dr. Frazier opened the aorta as near to the heart as possible and deftly inserted a hollow needle which had been electrically insulated. Through this needle Dr. Frazier push ed and arranged in evenly distributed coils more than six feet of solid gold wire. This thread of wire was guided bv the surgeon through the pulsing blood vessel by the sense of touch ; alone, and it was built up in the aorta, at the point of its weakest dila tion. just as a weakened building wall would be strengthened at its most perilous point. Thus the heart was bound round, on the inside, with a : coil of strong but fine wire, caught ' and held in place by the surgeon’s trained fingers. Then the problem of preventing hemorhage arose. Coagulation of the blood was the | ?rcat, the vital end sought. It was I decided to employ electricity to obtain ; this purpose. Coagulation takes place at both ends of the galvanic current— I that at the positive pole being small, black and hard, and that the the nega tive being larger, softer and of yel | lowish color. It happens that the ! blood is the very best agency in the ! body for the conducting of electricity, i and when, as in this case, both poles are inside the sac and near to each other, a mild current of electricity will cause vigorous electrolysis. In applying the current to Braden a j rheostat was used to control the flow and to prevent shock when it should i be cut off. Thus by coagulation the reinforce ment of the heart was accomplished over the gold wire framework and nature is building a new wall within j the valve, stopping all leakage and giving John Braden a new lease of life. — CAT FOSTERS STRANGE BABES Mother Pussy, Having Lost All but One of Her Babies, Adopts Three Squirrels. Knoxville. Tenn.—A squirrel is about the last thing one would expect a cat to adopt. Yet a motherly, gray pussy, having lost all but one of her own ba bies, took charge of three gray squir- ; rels in their stead, and brought them | up as carefully and tenderly as she did j her own remaining kitten. They played about her. with one an other and with the kitten as uncon- | A Happy Family. cernedlv as though they had never had any other mother. This happy little family was kept 1 on exhibition in a show-window in l.awrenceburg, Tenn., for a long time -—indeed, until they were so well grown that they needed no further care. PATIENT’S HEAD AS PAYMENT - i Oklahoma Doctor Waited Twenty-Five Years and Now Wants Settlement According to Contract. Xliddlesborro. Ky.—Representatives ; of Dr. Blair of Apache. Okla.. were traveling through the mountains of eastern Kentucky recently to Whites burg, where they will claim the head from the body of Smith Fouch, prom ised 25 years ago as payment for Dr. Blair's services In saving Pouch’s life. Fouch was shot in the eye. Dr. Blair performed a hazardous operation, and discovered, he says, that Fouch was able to perform normal functions with a bullet in a lobe of his brain. After Fouch’-s recovery he said he could not pay the doctor, but offered to will the doctor his head. The doc tor accepted, and when Fouch died two days ago he left a note asking that Dr. Blair be reminded of the hequest. Fouch’s kinsmen say they will per mit decapitation of the body. Dr. Blair wants to prove Fouch lived 25 years with a btfllet in his brain. —iyupp FREE I want ever^ person who is bilious, consti pated or has- any stom ach or liver r.ili ent to send for a free package ot my Paw-Paw Pills. I want to prove that they positively cure in digestion, Sour Stom ach, Belching, Wind. Headache, Nervous ness, Sleeplessness and are an infallible cure for Constipation. To do j this I am willing to give millions of free pack age*. I take all the risk. Sold by druggists for 25 cents a vial. For free package address. ; Prof. Munyon. 53rd & Jefferson Sts., Philadelphia. Pa. Your Liver Is Clogged Up That’s Why You’re Tired—Out of Sortf —Have No Appetite. CARTER’S LITTLE. LIVER PILLS will put you right _ in a few days. ^ They doi their duty.j CureCon-i stipation, Biliousness, Indigestion and Sick Headache SMALL PILL, SMALL DOSE, SMALL PRICE. Genuine must bear Signature «S*EYE WATER JUIL\ L THOMPSON SONS &CO.. Troy. M. ¥ — ■ - — - - - SOATMAN HAD HIS OWN IDEAS i Absence of Expected “Tip” Brought Out Excellent Sample of Real Irish Wit. A good story of Irish repartee has been published concerning John Bright. He was always ready for sal mon fishing, and on several occasions went to Ireland with Mr. George Pea i body, the American philanthropist. I One day Mr. Bright, noticing a po ! iiceman on the bank, inquired of him what sum the boatmen were entitled to ask for rowing up the Shannon on a day’s fishing. He said that from seven shillings and sixpence to ten shillings was the usual payment. Mr. Bright said to Mr. Peabody, j "Have you three half-crowns? I have i no change." j Mr. Peabody produced the money | and gave it to the boatman. He was dissatisfied, and said: "And is that all ye're giving me?” "That's all,” replied Mr. Peabody. “Well, that bates all I ever heard.” ! answered the boatman. “An’ they j call ye Paybody. Faith, I should call | ye Pay-nobody!” ABOVE MERE STORY TELLER. Willie (aged seven)—Say, paw, what's a raconteur? Father—A fellow who wears a dress suit when he tells stories. But Mamma Didn't. Little Mabel was always tumbling down and getting hurt, but as soon as her mother kissed the bumped fore head Mabel would believe it cured and cease crying. One day ehe accom panied her mother to the Union depot, and while they were seated in the crowded waiting room an intoxicated man entered the door, tripped over a suitcase, and fell sprawling on the floor. The attention of every one was attracted to the incident, and in the sudden silence following the fall Ma bel called out: • "Don’t cry, man. Mamma ’ll kiss oo, and ’en oo ’ll be all right.”—Lip pincott's .Magazine. All Fresco. “Why does that old maid use so much paint on her face?" “She's making up for lost time.”— Brooklyn Life. At the Bank. “Your husband has stopped payment on your alimony check." “I know it: he no longer loves me." THE DOCTOR HABIT And How She Overcame It. When well selected food has helped the honest physician place his patient in sturdy health and free from the ‘‘doctor habit,” it is a source of satis faction to all parties. A Chicago wom an says: “We have not had a doctor in the house during all the 5 years that we have been using Grape-Nuts food. Be fore we began, however, we had ‘the doctor habit,' and scarcely a week went by without & call on our physician. “When our youngest boy arrived, 5 years ago, I was very much run down and nervous, suffering from indiges tion and almost continuous headaches. I was not able to attend to my ordinary domestic duties and was so nervous that I could scarcely control myselt. Under advice I took to Grape-Nuts. “I am now, and have been ever since we began to use Grape-Nuts food, able to do all my own work. The dyspep sia, headaches, nervousness and rheu matism which used to drive me fairly wild, have entirely disappeared. “My husband finds that in the night work in which he is engaged, Grape Nuts food supplies him the most whole some, strengthening and satisfying lunch he ever took with him.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek. Mich. Read the little book, "The Road to Wellville,” in pkgs. "There’s a reason.” Ever read the above letterf A aew oar appears from time to time. Thejr are renalae, true, aad fall of humaa lair rest.