SYNOPSIS.
—9—
TVfci Knight. defeated for political of
fice its Ills town, decides to venture New
York in order that the family fortunes
might benefit by the expected rise of Ids
charming daughter, Lorelei. A well
known critic interviews Is'relei Knight,
now stage beauty tvlth Bergman's Itevuc.
for a special article. Her coin-hunting
mother outlines Lorelei's ambitions, hut
Hlosson. the press agent, later adds his
information, fatrele! attends Millionaire
Hammons gorgeous entertainment She
meets Merkle. a wealthy dyspeptic. Bob
Wharton comes uninvited Lorelei dis
covers a blackmail plot againrt Hnmmon.
in which her brother 1s involved. Merkle
and Lorelei have an ante wreck. The
blackmailers besmirch her gtiotl name,
la>relei learns her mother is an unscru
pulous plotter. She finds In Adorce Dem
urest a real friend, amt finds Bob Whar
ton is likable. Lorelei leaves her family
mid goes to live alone. Lorelei and drun
ken Bob Wharton are tricked into mar
riage.
Wondering how she can pos
■ sibly escape the drunken ea
; cesses of her new husband the
\l first night of thqyr marriage, oj
j Lorelei finds the problem sud- j;
; denly solved for her—but in a ;j:
; ghastly manner. The demons of jj:
!j: blackmail and intrigue which o'
' have followed her give way to
; devils of bloodshed and murder.
; How she acts in a tragic crisis
'■ Is told in Rex Beach's best ;
; style in this installment.
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Bob Wharton and his bride and
Lilae and Jimmy Knight are in Lilas’
apartment celebrating the wedding
when Hammon enters. He and Lilas
Are quarreling.
CHAPTER XIV—Continued.
During this angry Beene Lilas had
fiot risen nor spoken. Her eyes were
very black and very brilliant against
lier pallor, aud she was smiling de
risively.
"Wait!" ahe interposed. “I'm not
going to stay here with this old—fool.”
Hsminon grew purple: he ground his
teeth.
"You shall stay. We’re going to
have a talk and settle things once for
al! ”
Lilas rose swiftly with a complete
change of manner; she was smiling no
longer; her face was sinister.
“Very well,” she agreed. “Tonight.
Why not- But I want Lorelei to stay
ami—hear. Yes.”
“No. i don't want her.”
“i do.” Lilas’ bad temper flared up
promptly from the hot coals of spite
ful. drunken stubbornness. “She'll
stay till you go, or else I'll put you out
too. I don’t trust you." She laughed
disagreeably.
"Then have your way. It's you I
want to talk with, anyhow, drunk as
yon are. Now. Bob—will you say
goodnight?” He waved the two tnen
from the room, and the outer door
closed behind them.
Lorelei had little desire to remain
*.« the witness to a distressing scene,
tmt she seized upon the delay, for
oven a sordid lovers’ quarrel was pref
erable to the caresses of a sodden
bridegroom. But daylight seemed a
long way off—she feared Bob would
not fall asleep during this brief res
pite.
• "Now come with me, if yon please.”
Hamrnon turned in the direction of the
library, and Lilaa followed, pausing
to light a cigarette with a studied in
difference that added fuel to his rage.
Lorelei seated herself at the disordered
dfniug table and stared miserably at
the wall.
“Well?” said Hamrnon. when he and
Lilas were alone. “Is this how you
live up to your promises?”
, “How did you know I weut out to
night?" she inquired in her turn.
•T had you watched. After what
happened last night I was suspicious.
I’ve been watting for hours—while you
were out with that grafter, drinking,
enronsing—”
He bent toward her, white with
fury, but ahe blew the smoke from her
cigarette Into his face, and he checked
bimscif, staring at her strangely. She
•'Are You Just Drunk?" He Said.
had seated herself upon the edge of the
rending table, one foot swinging idly.
She watched him with a brooding, in
solent amusement.”
“Are you just drunk,” he said, un
certainly. “or—have you completely
lost your senses?”
“Yes. I’m drunk. What are you go
ing to do about it?"
“I—why, you mustn’t talk like that:
you’re not yourself. Lilas." He ran
his eyes over the luxurious little room;
he wiped his face with a shaky baud,
feeling that it was he who had lost
his senses. “The wine is talking.
When I asked you to marry me I never
dreamed—’’
She eyed him silently with au ex
pression he could not fathom, then
asked, “Tell me, do you really care
for me?”
juris Hammon was a virile, bead
strong man: his world had come sud
denly, Inexplicably to an end. His
roice was hoarse, as he answered:
'Do you think I'd have made a fool
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iif myself if I hadn't? Do you think
I'd have ruined myself?"
“Have you ruined yourself?” she
Interrupted, quickly.
"Not quite, perhaps: hut what I’ve
lost, what I’ve sacrificed, would have
ruined most men. My home is gone,
and ray family—as you know—yes,
and a good many other tilings you
don't know about. Financially I’m not
done for—”
“That's too bad."
"Kh? I don’t understand. What
are you gettiug at?”
“I’ll tell you. I never intended to
marry you, Jarvis.”
He started as if *be had struck him.
"That’s what I said," she reaffirmed,
"and I'll tell you why. Look at me—
close."
He did as she directed, lmt saw
nothing, his mind being in chaos. It
had been her Intention to call Lorelei
to witness this dramatic disclosure
and thus enhance its effect, but in the
excitement of the moment she forgot.
“Look at me." she repeated. "I'm Lily
Levlnski.”
“I.evinski. A Jew?" he exclaimed,
in naive surprise.
"Yes. I’m Joe Levinski's girl. Do
you remember?”
“A Jew!” It was plain that the
uame meant nothing.
Slie slid dowu from her perch ami
approached him, crying roughly.
"Don't yon remember Joe Levlnski?”
Hammon shook his head. “He worked
for you in the Bessemer plant of the
old Kingman mill. Don't you remem
ber?”
“There were four thousand men—”
"He was killed when the converter
dumped. You were rushing the wo.ft.
Do you remember now?” Her wo?Is
came swift and shrill.
Harnmon started; a frown drew His
brows together. Ills mind groped Ijtck
through the years, and memory faintly
stirred, but she gave him no leisure
to speak.
1 was waiting outside with his din
ner bucket, along with the other wom
en. I saw him go. I saw you kill
him—”
“Lilas! Good God, are you crazy?”
he burst forth.
“It was murder.”
“Murder?”
“It was. You did it. You killed
him.” She had dropped her cigarette,
and it burned a black scar into the
rug at their feet. Hammon retreated
a step, the girl followed with blazing
eyc-s and words that were hot with
hate. “You spilled that melted steel
on him. and I saw it all. When I grew
up I prayed for a change to get even,
for bis sake and for the sake of the
other hunkles you killed. You killed
my mother, too, Jarvis Hammon, and
made me a—a—”
“Be quiet!” he commanded, roughly.
“The thing’s incredible—absurd. You—
the daughter of one of my workmen—
and a Jew!”
"Yes. Levinski—Lily I.evinski. And
you wanted to marry me." she gibed.
“Blit I fooled you.”
“I guess I—must be—out of my
head. I never knew the man—there
were thousands of them: accidents
were common. But—you say—” He
gathered his whirling thoughts, and.
strangely enough, grew calm. “You
say you prayed for a chance to get
even— So. then, you've been humbug
ging— By God. I don't believe it!”
“It's true. It's true. It's true.”
shrilled the girl so hysterically that her
voice roused Lorelei, sitting vacant
eyod in the room down the hall, and
.brought her to her feet with ears sud
denly strained. Lorelei could hear
only a part of the words that followed,
but the tones of the two voices drew
her from her retreat and toward the
front of the apartment.
“I knew you,” Lilas was saying. “I
figured it all out, and—you were easy.
You were a bigger fool than I
dreamed.”
“You took my money—you let me
support you!” cried Hammon, in bitter
accusation.
“Ob. I did more than that. I planned
everything that has happened to you,
even that blackmail.”
“Blackmail!” lie shouted. Did you—
was that your—?” He grew suddenly
apoplectic; bis eyes distended and red
dened with rage.
His dismay delighted her.
"Certainly." she smiled. "Half the
money is in my bank at tills minute—
besides all the rest you’ve given me.
Oh, I’ve got enough to live on with
out marrying you. Who do you think
put your wife wise and gave tier the
evidence for her divorce, eh? Think
it over. Do you remember those let
ters? You were very indiscreet—and—
Your wife will read them and your
daughters—”
Jarvis Hammon roused himself at
last. Surprise, incredulity, dismay
gave place to fury, and, as in all primi
tive natures, his wratli took shape as
an Impulse to destroy.
"You’ll—do that—eh?" Ills tone,
his bearing were threatening. He ad
vanced as if to seize her in his great
hands, and only her quickness saved
her.
“Don’t touch me!” Her voice ended
in a little shriek as she evaded a sec
ond effort to grasp her. and placed the
table between them. “YYhat do you_
mean?”
But it seemed that she had done her
work too well, for his answer was like
the grow) of a hungry beast. His eyes
roved over the table fpr a weapon, and.
reading his insane purpose, she cried
again:
“Don’t do that. I warn you—”
The nearest object chanced to be
a crystal globe in which was set a tiny
French clock—one of those library or
naments serving as timepiece and pa
perweight—over this his hand closed:
he moved toward her.
“Put that down,” she cried. He did
not pause. “Put it—” She wrenched
at the table drawer and fumbled for
something, [lam.non uttered a bellow
and leaped at her.
It was a tiny revolver, small enough
to tit into a man's vest pocket or a
woman's purse, but its report echoed
loudly. The noise came like a enunon
shot to the girl in the hall outside, and
brought a cry to her lips. I.orelel flung
herself against the library door.
What she saw reassured her momen
tarily. for, although I,lias was at bay
against a bookcase, Hammon was
rooted in his tracks. A strange, almost
ludicrous expression of surprise was
on his face; he was staring down at
his breast: tlie revolver lay on the floor
between him anil Lilas.
Lorelei gasped an incoherent ques
tion. but neither of the two who faced
each other appeared to hear It or to
notice her presence in the room.
*'l told you to keep off.” Lilas chat
tered. Her eyes were tixed upon Ham
mou. but her outfluug arms were
pressed against the support nt her back
as if she felt herself growing weak.
“You did it—yourself. 1 wanted you.”
The man merely remained motion
less. staring. Hut there was something
shocking in the paralysis that held him
and tixed his face in that distorted
Its Report Echoed Loudly.
mold uf speech loss, amazement. Finally
he stirred; one hand crept inside his
waistcoat, tiien came away red: lie
turned, walked to a chair, and half
fell upon it. Then be saw Lorelei's
face, and her agonized question took
shape out of the whirling chaos of his
mind.
“Where's Bob?" he said, faintly.
“Call him, please.”
“You’re—hurt. I'll telephone for a
doctor; there’s one in the house, aud—
and the police, too.” Lorelei voiced
her first impulse, then shrilly appealed
to Lilas to do something. But Lilas re
mained petrified in her attitude of re
treat; from the pallor that was whiten
ing her cheeks now it might have been
she who was in danger of death.
“Don’t telephone,” said Hammon,
huskily. “You must do just as I say,
understand? This mustn’t get out, do
you hear? I’m not—hurt. I’m all
right, but—fetch Boh. Don’t let him
call a doctor, either, until I—get home.
Now hurry-—please.”
Lorelei rushed to the outside door,
restraining with difficulty a wild im
pulse to run screaming through the
hall. With skirts gathered high aud
breath sobbing In her throat, the girl
tied up tlie stair to her own door, where
she clung, ringing the bell frantically.
Site could hear Rob’s—her husband’s
voire Inside, raised in the best of hu
mor. Evidently he was telephoning.
“Yes. Two hours ago, I tell you.
With hook, hell and candle.”
.Tim’s footsteps sounded, his baud
opened the door, tiien his arm flew out
to his sister's support ns she staggered
lu.
“Sis! What—” he cried at sight of
her.
"Something—dreadful."
Boh continued ills cheerful colloquy
over the wire. “Say! Here she is now.
We'll expect a marble clock with gilt
[■lipids from you. Merkle— Want to
say hello?” He lurched aside from the
telephone as Lorelei snatched the re
ceiver from his hand.
“Mr. Merkle,” she cried.
“Hello! Yes. Is that you?” came
Merkle’s steady voice.
“Come quick—quick."
“What’s wrong?” he demanded, with
a sharp change of tone. “Has Bob—?”
"No, no. It's Mr. Hammon. He’s
downstairs with—Lilas, end he’s hurt—
shot. I—I'm frightened.”
She.turned to find Bob and Jim star
ing at her.
“Come,” she gasped. “I think lie’s—
dying.”
She led the way swiftly, and they
followed.
CHAPTER XV.
Merkle found his chauffeur just clos
ing the garage door, and three minntes
Inter his car was sweepiug westward
through the park like the shadow of
some flying bird. The vagueness, the
brevity of the message that had come
to him out of the night made it terribly
alarming. Jarvis Hammon's financial
interests were in no condition to with
stand a shock: for a tong time many
of them had been under fire. He bad
committed his associates to a program
of commercial expansion, never too se
cure even under favorable conditions,
and one, moreover, which had pro
voked a tremendous assault from rival
steel manufacturers. Now, with Mam
mon himself stricken at the crisis of
the struggle, there was no telling what
results might follow.
Hut Merkle's apprehensions were by
no means purely selfish. Hammou and
he had been friends for many years;
they shared a mutual respect aud af
fection. and, although Merkle was emi
nently practical and unemotional, he
prayed now as best be could that
Hamilton might not be grievously in
jured.
As the machine drew up to the Ele
ganela. Jimmy Knight leaped to the
running board and said hurriedly:
“Send your driver away.”
Merkle did as he was directed, realiz
ing his worst fears. When he and Jim
stood alone on the walk he inquired
weakly, “Is he—dead?”
Jim shook Ids head, and Merkle saw
that he was deeply agitated. “No.
Hut he’s got a bullet iu his chest.”
Together the rneu entered the build
ing and at the first ring were admitted
to Apartment No. 1 by Lorelei herself.
She led them straight into the library.
Perhaps a quarter of an hour had
elapsed since the shooting, but Jarvis
Mammon still sat in the big chair. He
was breathing quietly. Hob Wharton
stood beside him.
“John!” The ironmaster smiled pal
lidly as his friend came aud knelt be
side him. “You got here quickly.”
"Are you badly hurt, Jarvis?”
"The thing is in here somewhere.”
Mammon took his hand away from his
I breast, aud Merkle saw that the fingers
were bloody. “Can you get me out of
here quietly?”
John Merkle rose to his full height,
ids lips writhed back from his teeth.
Harshly he inquired: "Where is that
"She's hack youder in her room,”
Bob told him. "She's ill."
Merkle turned, but, reading his in
tent, Hammon checked him, crying iu
a strong voice: "None of that, John. I
did it myself. It was an—accident”
"I don't believe it.”
Hammou's eyes met those of his ac
cuser; the two stared at each other
steadily for a moment.
The other occupants of the room had
listened breathlessly; now Lorelei
stirred aud Merkle read more than
mere bewilderment in her face. He
opened his lips, but the wounded man
did not wait for him to speak.
**\ou must believe me!” be said, ear
nestly. "It's the truth, and I won’t
have Lilas involved—we’ve been a
great deal to each other. Tonight—I
accused her wrongfully. It was all my
fault—I'm to blame for everything."
There was a pause. "Now get me out
of here as quietly and quickly as you
can. I'm really not hurt much. Come,
come! There's nobody borne except
Orson and some of the kitchen help,
and Orson is all right—the women are
gone, you know. He'll get a doctor.
It's a—bad business, of course, but I've
thought it all out, aud you must do ex
actly as I say."
The effort of this long speech told on
the sufferer.
Sweat beaded Ids face; nevertheless,
Ids jaws remained firmly set; his
glance was purposeful, bis big hands
were gripped tightly over the arms of
the chair. There was something su
perb, something terrible about bis un
changing grimness.
“Is your car outside, John?” be
asked.
Merkle shook his head. He was
thinking swiftly. "I wouldn't dare risk
that, anyhow. The driver is a new
man.”
“Get a cab,” Jim offered, in a panic.
"The cab driver would be sure to—”
“I’ll drive," Bob volunteered. "I'm
drunk, but I've doue it before when
I was drunker. It's an old trick of
mine—sort of a Joke, see? Give me
some money—a cabby'll do anything
for money at this time o' night.”
Merkle eyed the speaker in momen
tary doubt, then handed him a roll of
bank-notes. “It's a serious business.
Bob. hut Jarvis can't stay here. There's
somebody else to consider besides us
and—Miss Lynn. I’m thinking about
Mrs. Hnuimon and the girls.” He fol
lowed Bob to the door and let him out.
stepped swiftly down the hall, then,
without knocking, opened the door to
Lilas Lynn’s liedroom and entered.
Lilas was busied at her dressing. At
his entrance she uttered a frightened
cry and a silver spoon slipped from her
nerveless fingers. Merkle saw a little
open box, a glass of water, the cap of
a penrl-and-gold fountain pen, but took
scant notice of them, being too deeply
stirred and too much surprised at her
appearance. She was no longer the vi
tal. dashing girl he had known, but a
pallid, cringing wreck of a woman.
She shrank hack at sight of him, bab
bling unintelligible words and cower
ing as if expecting a blow.
“Did you shoot him?" lie asked,
grimly.
Shivering, choking, speechless. Lilas
stared at him. A repetition of his ques
tion brought uo reply.
Seizing her roughly, he shook her,
muttering savagely:
“If I were sure, by God, I'd strangle
you!”
She remained limp; her expression
less stare did not change.
Merkle heard a stir behind him and
found Jimmy Knight’s blanched faee
peering in at him. Even fright could
not entirely rob the younger man's fea
tures of their sly inquisitiveness.
“Mr. Hammou's calling you,” said
Jim, then blinked at the wretchedly
disheveled woman.
“Here!” Merkle beckoned him with
a jerk of his head. This girl must get
away from here. She’ll ruin everything
in her condition. Try to put her in some
kind ot shape while Lorelei packs her
l»»g. Wo had better get her out of the
country if we can."
dim's quick eyes took in the articles
on the dressing table. "Ha! liope.”
he exclaimed. "She's a coker—she's
filied herself up. Rut. say—you don't
really think she*—did it. do you?”
“I don't know what to think. It's
just as hail, cither way. Mammon's
wife and daughters must never know.
N^w, quick. See what yon can do with
her."
Merkle returned to the library, sent
Lorelei in to Iter brother's assistance,
then scanned his friend's face anx
iously. Rut Ilamtnon bad not moved;
tlie sweat still stood upon bis lips and
forehead, his jaws were still set like
stone.
Several months before. Rob Whar
ton, during one of his hilarious mo
ments, had conceived tin* brilliant no
tion of hiring a four-wheeler and driv
ing a convivial party of friends from
place to place. The success of bis ex
ploit bad been so gratifying that he
had repeated the performance, but be
was in a far different mood now as
he left the Eleganela. The shock of
Lorelei's announcement, the sight of
his stricken friend, had sobered him
considerably, yet he was nor himself
by nuy means. At one moment he saw
and reasoned clearly, at the next his
intoxication benumbed bis senses and
distorted bis mental vision. For once
in bis life lie wished himself sober,
Broadway, that pulsating artery of
New York life, was still flowing a thin
stream of traffic despite the lateness,
of the hour, and Rob's mind had be-j
come clearer by the time be reached it. j
Several taxicabs whirled past, both
north and south bound, but be knew
better than to hire them, so ite waited
as patiently as lie could while those ;
billows of intoxication continued to ebb j
and flow through bis brain, robbing j
him of that careful judgment which
iip tougiu 10 retain.
At last the clop-elop-elop of a horse's
hoofs sounded close by. and an un
shaven man in an ancient high hat
steered a four-wheeler to the curb,
barking. •'Keb. keb!”
Bob lurched forward and laid a hand
upon the driver's knee. "Very man
I’m lookin’ for." The hiccup that fol
lowed was by no means intentional.
"Yes. sir. Where to, sir?”
But Roll shook his head vigorously
and waved a comprehensive gesture
toward the west, “(lot a party of my
own back yonder—everybody soused
but me—understand? I'm the only
sober one. so I’m goin’ to drive 'em
home, see? Hmv much?"
"Row nuuli for what?" demanded
tile cabman.
“For the cab—one hour. I'll tiring
it back.”
Nothing except Rob’s personal ap
pearance prevented the driver from
whipping up without more ado. The
night was old—and these jokers some
times pay well, the man reflected.
"Ilow'd I know you'd bring it back?”
he inquired.
“Matter of honor with me. I’ll be
back in no time. Will ten dollars be
right? I'll make it fifteen, and you
call lend me your coat and hat. We’ll
exchange—have to, or no joke. Is it
a go?"
The offer was tempting, but the
driver cannily demanded Wharton’s
name and address before committing
"Did You Shoot Him?" He Asked
Grimly.
himself. T.Yi card that Bob handed
him put an end to the parley: lie
wheeled into the side street and re
moved his long, nickel-buttoned coat
and his battered tile, taking Bob’s
broadcloth and well-blocked hat in re
turn.
“First esc »’ these I ever had ou.”
he chuckled. “If you ain’t hack I’ll
take these glad rags to C.harlcy Voice’s
hotel, eh?”
“flight! The Charlevoix. But I’ll be
back.” Bob drove away witli a
flourish of his whip.
The elevator was in piste, the
hall-man dozing, when Wiarion en
tered the Elegancta and rang the beli
of Lilns Lynn’s apartment. Once he
had gained admittance little time was
wasted. He and Merklc helped Hntn
mon to his feet, then each took an arm
but the exertion told, and Jarvis hung
between them like a drunken man, a
gray look of death upon his face. '
“Watch out for the door-man,” Jim-j
my Knight cautioned for the twentieth i
time. “Make him think yoii’v. •rot <i
souse.”
"Aren't you coming along?' asked
Boh.
But .'ini recoiled. “Me1 >'e. I'll
stay and help Lilas make h.*r pet
away.1'
Merkle nodded agreement “Don't
let her get out. of your sight, eitllei. un
derstand V There's a ship sailing ‘n
the morning. Pee that she's aboard.”
Jarvis flammon spoke “I want you
all to know that I'ut entirely to blame
and that I did this myself. £.ilns is
a—good girl.” The words eatne labori
ously. but his heavy brows were drawn
down, his jaw was square. “I was
clumsy. I might have killed her. But
she's all right, and PM he all right, too,
when I get a doctor. Now put that
pistol in my pocket. John. Do as I say.
There! Now I'm ready.”
Bob Wharton mounted the box and
drove to Central Park West. At Sixty
seventh street he wheeled Into the
sunken causeway that links the East
and West sides.
Once in the shadows, Merkle' leaned
from the door, crying softly. “Faster!
Faster!’’
Bob whipped up, the horse cantered,
the cab reeled and bounced over the
cobblestones, rocking the wounded man
pitifully.
To John Merkle the ride was terrible,
with a drunkard at the reins and in
his arms a perhaps fatally injured
man, who, despite the tortures of that
bumping carriage, interspersed his
groans with cries of “Hurry, hurry!”
When lie felt the grateful smoothness
of Fifilt avenue beneath the wheels he
leaned forth a second time and warned
Bol>. “Be careful of the watchman in
the block.”
The liquor in Bob was dying; he bent
downward to inquire, “Is he all right?”
Merltle nodded, then withdrew his
head.
The Hnnimon residence has changed
owners of late, but many people recall
Its tragic associations and continue to
point it out with interest. It is a mas
sive pile of gray stone, standing just
i*ast of Fifth avenue, and Its bronze
loors open upon an exclusive, well
kept side street. At the farther corner,
linily discernible beneath the radiance
of a street light. Bob made out the
watchman, now at the end of his pa
trol. The moment was propitious;
there could be no further delay.
;i; Do you believe Lilas is really !;!
;i; guilty—was she justified? And
ill do you think that Jimmy Knight ;];
will use this occasion to collect ;l;
iji; blackmail money? !j:
iTO BE CONTINUED. >
BLUING FIXED THE SCENERY
Water in Lagoon Was Changed From
Yellowish Hue to
Green.
Three barrels of bluing solved a dif
ficult artistic problem in connection
with the staging of Newark's historical
pageant, which was given in the am !
phitheater in Weequaliic park for four
nights, the New York Times states.
After about 450,000 gallons of water,
had been run into the lagoon in front I
of the natural stage H was found that i I
the clay and sand had caused the wa i
ter to turn yellow. Thomas Wood Ste-!
vens, the director, observed that the
water must have a green color or the -
artistic effect of the stage settings i
would be spoiled. 1
The lagton, 300 feet long, 165 feet 1
wide and two feet deep, is one of the t
main features of the open air stage. It l
was Mr. Stevens’ idea that the lagoon -
should produce a certain effect in con- <
nection with its natural surroundings. 1
He had taken it for granted the water <
would be green. I
When Director Stevens and his as- I
sistant, Sam Hume, were going over <
final details of the amphitheater they 1
were confronted with the yellow water *
in the lagoon. They were in a quan- s
dary as to how to overcome this diffl- ‘
culty, when H. Wellington Wack, ex- <
ecutive adviser of the Newark cele
bration committee, came along. The
pageant masters explained the dilem
ma to Mr. Wack, who suggested the i
bluing. It worked. t
A Perpetual Motion Plant. S
The perpetual motion machine of
tho botanist ffc a plant which grows
in India. It is never quiet. Its leaves
are dancing day and night, and neither s
the dead atmosphere of a tropical noon
nor the soft breezes of twilight are *
able to soothe it with their restful "
lullabies. Botanists call it the tele
graph plant.
Its motions differ from those of the
aspen tree, which is the American
type of almost perpetual motion in
nature. The aspen leaf is affected
by the lightest breeze, and quivers.
The leaves of the telegraph plant
have a sort of jerking motion.
Each leaf is divided into three leaf
lets. The outside pair move up and
down in nervous little jumps, as if
they were being touched and shocked
by some electric wire. The middle
leaflet isn’t quite so lively, but it
keeps up a continual motion, neverthe
less.
The only time the plant is quiet ia
when it is dead.
Archangel.
There have been numerous refer
ences of late to the Russian port.
Archangel, which is now declared to
be open .'or some weeks beyond the
usual period owing to the beneficent
activities of improved ice-breakers. But
the. links of Archangel with this coun
try are little recognized. Yet the ac
count of a Norse trading expedition
there in the ninth century was de
scribed, or translated, by no less a
personage than Alfred the Great, and
the modern town dates from the visit
of an English voyager, William Chan
cellor, in the middle of the sixteenth
century. Soon after that visit an Eng
lish factory was established, a fort was
built, and around this the town grew
up.
Look to United States.
Young men and women of the
Azores are looking toward the United
States for their university training
and are anxious to know costs and
possibilities of earning their living
here.
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SLAVERY IN EARLY DAYS
African Slave Trade Was Once Open
ly Tolerated by the British
Government.
Slavery existed iu nearly all of the
Knglish colonies from an early pe
riod until shortly before or soon af
ter the Revolutionary war, and the
African slave trade was openly tol
erated by the British government. In
173G there were 292.000 African slaves
In the colonies, scattered from New
Unglnnd to Georgia. It was not pro
hibited in Massachusetts until 1780.
nor in Vermont until 1777. The Unit
ed States census of 1810 showed 310
slaves in Connecticut, 10.831 in New
Jersey, 15,017 in New York, 795 in
Pennsylvania, and 108 in Rhode Is
land. Slavery was gradually abolished
in the uorthern states, but In 1S20
there were still 97 slaves In Connec
ticut, 7,557 in New Jersey, 10,088 In
New York, 211 in Pennsylvania, and
48 in Rhode Island. The census of
1850 showed the disappearance of sla
very in all the northern states except
New Jersey, which still had a surviv
ing remnant of 23G.
The Stoker in Battle.
Tn the modern battleship, as is well
known, the stoker, like the oarsman of
ancient Roman galley, has his work
nil below deck. The seafight rages
above him, and he can rarely if ever
see a battle. One of tlie stories con
nected with tlie battle of Jutland il
lustrates the stolid character of the
British stokers. A chance was given
two of these during tlie fight to come
from below. They were on the War
spite, which was heavily engaged. One
of them was telling a domestic story
to the other as they went up to the
deck.- At the hottest moment of the
fight their grimy heads appeared at the
top of tlie hatch round which splinters
of shell were crushing. Above the
hellish din the impassive voice of the
story telling stoker was heard, as calm
as though at a “pub” over a mug of
ale. saying, “I always thought ’e ort
to ’ave married ’er.”
The Retort Courteous.
Mrs. Uppish—I can assure you there
is a great deal hanging on my family
tree.
Miss Pert—Some ancestors, for in
stance?
Hay Maker.
“Does Wiggins make hay while the
sun shines?”
“No. He'd rather get up and run
he lawn mower before daybreak."
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until a bilious attack, frequent
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some other ailment starts
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