The Columbus journal. (Columbus, Neb.) 1874-1911, September 07, 1910, Image 3
l r k V -s - f I -rfJmft liUfi OWER Wil JK H Vr MART KftBERXf FINEHART I sizzraoMZ. ar jrZQF E.ZUSTRAT10N? ' ' A' SYNOPSIS. 7.awrp.ire Blakoloy. lawyer. - to BnScVVd3tion f -IoJmi GHmnre. millionaire. In the latter" l.;e lt ts attracted lv the picture of ji tfirt whom Gflmore explains Is his j;ntiiI tajjRtiter. Alison West. Ho says her fa H:r is a rascal and a friend of the fors- r. A lady requests Ulak-ley to buy Jut h Pullman ticket. He iiives lier lower "Ievca and retains lower ten. llf !inl a man in a drunken stupor in lowvr ten -intl goes to bed in lower nine. H awa kens In lower seven and finds that his I'HZ and clothes are missing. Tlw man in lnw-r ten is founil munWitl. His nainc. it develops, is Simon Harrington. Tlie man who disappeared with lUake lys tMothes is su.-p?cted. HIakeley ! trnoK interested in h irl in blue. Cir cumstantial evidence places ISlakeley un-d-r yupplcinn of minder. The train i wr-rked. lllak-ley is rescued from the b'lruitiK ar by tlie sirl in blue. His aim is iiroKen. CHAPTER VIII Continued. Jlor voice and my arm were brinp in me to my senses. "I hear." 1 said. "I I'll sit up in a second. Are you hurt?" "No, only bruised. Do you iuk you can walk?" I drew up one foot after another, gingerly. "They seem to move all right." I remarked dubiously. "Would you mind telling me 'where the back of my head has gone? I can't help thinking it in't there." She made a quick examination. "It's pretty badly bumped." siie said. "You must have fallen on it." I had got up on my uninjured elbow by that time, but the pain threw me back. "Don't look at the wreck." I ntrcated her. "It's no sight for a woman. If if then1 is any way to tie up this arm. I might be able to do' something. There may be people un der those cars!" "Then It is too late to help." she re plied solemnly. A little shower of feathers, each carrying its fiery lamp, blew over us from some burning pil low. A part of the wreck collapsed with a crash. In a resolute endeavor to play a man's part in the tragedy jiving on all around. I got to my knees. The,n I realized what I had not no ticed before: The hand and wrist of the broken left arm were jammed through the handle of the sealskin nrip. I gasped and sat down sud denly. "You must not do that," the girl Insisted. I noticed now that she kept 1it back to the wreck, her eyes avert ed "The weight of the traveling bag imu-.t be agony. Let me support the valise until we can get it cut off." "Will it have to be cut off?" I aked as calmly as possible. There wr red-hot stabs of agony clear to my neck, but we were moving slowly away from the track. 'Yes," she replied, with diitnfound- mg coolness. "If I had a knife I onlft do it myself. You might sit here and lean against this fence." ; ly that time my returning faculties had realized that she was going to cut I n" the satchel, not the arm. The diz- j 7.incs8 was leaving and I was gradual ly becoming myself. " you pull, it might come." I sug gested. "And with that weight gone, ! think 1 will cease to be five feet eleven inches of baby." I She tried gently to loosen the han- die, but it would not move, and at last. Uh great drops of cold perspiration over me, I had to give up. I "I'm afraid I can't stand it." I said. f '"Hut there's a knife somewhere around J thepe clothes, and if I can find it. per haps yu can cut the leather." t As i gave her the knife she turned t i: oer. examining it with a peculiar expression, bewilderment rather than surprise. Hut she said nothing. She so: to work deftly, and in a few min- utes the bag dropped free. , "That's better." I declared, sitting .... Vr. if T-nit rnn Tiin till" llvo ' o my coat, it will support the arm i ' r . .. (i we can get away from here. ( "The pin might give." she objected. "and the jerk would be terrible." She ; looked around, puzzled: then she got j up. coming back in a minute with a draggled, partly scorched sheet. This ' she tore into a large square, and after . fc had folded it, she slipped it under the broken arm and tied it securely j ai the back of my neck. fc The rcHef was immediate, and. pick- ing up the sealskin bag. I walked slow .' ly besWe her, away from the track. The first act was over; the curtain fallen. The scene was "struck." CHAPTER IX. The Halcyon Breakfast. We were still dazed, I think, for we wandered like two troubled children, ur one idea at first to get as far away as we could from the horror be hind us. We were both bare headed, arhny, pallid through the grit. Now and then we met Utile groups of cbun try folk hurrying to the track; they j-Uired at us curiously, and some wished to question us. But we hur ried past them: we had put the wreck behind us. That way lay madness. Only once the girl turned and look ed behind her. The wreck was hid den, but the smoke cloud hung heavy and dense. For the first time I re membered that my companion had not liepn alone on the train. "it is quiet here," I suggested. "If you Avill sit down on the bank I will Zi iack and make some inquiries. I've been criminally .thoughtless. Your it lveling companion " She interrupted me. and something of fcer splendid poise was gone, "iease don't go back," she said. "I am afraid it would be of no use. And I don't -want to be left alone." Heaven knows I did not want her to be aione. I was more than content to rrauc along beside her aimlessly, for any length of time. Gradually, as she lost the exaltation of tlie moment, I ias gaining my normal condition of mind. I was beginning to realize that I had lacked the morning grace of a WMLMh CIRCULAR. JTHKC&JE I r JVT. &.CJ2JrTJVJ?l share, that I looked like some lost hope of yesterday, and that my left shoe pinched outrageously. A man ot rise triumphant above such handicaps. The girl, for all her disor dered hair and the crumpled linen of her waist, in spite of her missing hat and the small gold bag that hung for lornly from a broken chain, looked ex ceedingly lovely. "Then I won't leave you alone." I said manfully, and we stumbled on to gether. Thus far we had seen no body from the wreck, but well up the lane we came across the tall dark woman who had occupied lower 11. She was half crouching beside the road, her black hair about her shoul ders, and an ugly bruise over her eye. She did not seem to know us, and re fused to accompany us. We left her there at last, babbling incoherently and rolling in her hands a dozen peb bles she had gathered in the road. The girl shuddered as we went on. Once she turned and glanced at my bandage. "Does it hurt very much?" she asked. "It's growing rather numb. Hut it might be worse." I answered menda ciously. If anything in this world could be worse. I had never experi enced it. And so we trudged on nareheaded under the summer sun, growing parched and dusty and weary, dogged ly leaving behind us the pillar of siuoke. I thought I knew of a trolley line somewhere in the direction we wre going, or perhaps we could find a horse and trap to take us into I'.al timore. The girl smiled when I sug gested it. "We will create a sensation, won't we?" she asked. "Isn't it queer or perhaps it's my state of mind but I keep wishing for a pair of gloves, when I haven't even a hat!" When we readied the main road we sat down for a moment, and her hair. L- i 'Then It's Too Late to Help," She Replied, Solemnly. Will which had been coming loose for some time, fell over her shoulders in little waves that were most alluring. It seemed a pity to twist it up again, but when 1 suggested this, cautiously, she said it was troublesome and got in her eyes when it was loose. So she gathered it up, while I held a row of little shell combs and pins, and when it was done it was vastly becoming, too. Funny about hair: A man never knows he has it until he begins to lose it. but it's different with a girl. Something of the unconventioual situ ation began to dawn on her as she put in the last hair pin and patted some stray locks to place. "I have not told you my name," she said abruptly. "I forgot that be cause I know who you are. you know nothing about me. I am Alison West, and my home is in Richmond." So that was it! This was the girl of the photograph on John Gilmore's bedside table. The girl McKnight ex pected to see in Richmond the next day. Sunday! She was on her way back to meet him! Well, what differ ence did it make, anyhow? We had been thrown together by the merest chance. In an hour or two at the most we would be back in civilization and she would recall me, if she re membered me at all. as an unshaven creature in a red cravat and tan shoes, with a soiled Pullman sheet tied around my neck. I drew a deep breath. "Just a twinge." I said, when she glanced up quickly. "It's very good of you to let me know. Miss West. I have been hearing delightful things about you for three months." "From Richey McKnight?" She was frankly curious. "Yes. From Richey McKnight." I assented. Was it any wonder Mc Knight was crazy about her? 1 dug my heels into the dust "I have been visiting near Cresson. in the mountains," Miss West was say ing. "The person you mentioned. Mrs. Curtis, was my hostess. We we were on our way to Washington to gether." She spoke slowly, as if she wished to give the minimum of expla nation. Across her face had come again the baffling expression of per plexity and trouble 1 had seen before. "You were on your way home, I sup pose? Richey spoke about seeing you." I floundered, finding it necessary to say something. She looked at me with level, direct eyes. "Xo." she returned quietly. "I did not intend to go home. 1 well, it doesn't matter; I am going home new." A woman in a calico dress, with two children, each an exact duplicate of the other, had come quickly down the road. She took in the situation at a glance, and was explosively hospit able. "You poor things," she said. "If you'll take the first road to the left over there, nnd turn in at the second pigsty, you will find breakfast on the table and a coffee pot on the stove. And there's plenty of soap and water, too. Don't say one word. There isn't a soul there to see you." We accepted the invitation and she hurried on toward the excitement and the railroad. I got up carefully and helped Miss WestJLo her feet. "At the second pigsty to the left," I repeated, "we will find the breakfast I promised you seven eternities ago. Forward to the pigsty!" We said very little for the remaind er of that walk. I had almost reached the limit of endurance; with every step the broken ends of the bone grated together. We found the farm house without difficulty, and I remem ber wondering if I could bold out to the- end of the old stone walk that led between hedges to the door. "Allah be praised," I said with all the voice I could muster. "Behold the coffee pot!" And then I put down the cup and folded up like a jack-knife on the porch floor. When I came around something hot was trickling down my neck, and a despairing voice was saying, "Oh, I don't seem to be able to pour it into your mouth. Please open your eyes." "Hut I don't want it in my eyes," I replied dreamily. "I haven't any Idea what came over me. It was the shoes, I think: the left one is a red-hot tor ture." I was sitting by that time and looking across into her face. Never before or since have I faint ed, but I would do it joyfully, a dozen times a day, if I could waken again to the blissful touch of soft fingers on my face, the hot ecstasy of coffee spilled by those fingers down my neck. There was a thrill in every tone of her voice that morning. Before long my loyalty to McKnight would step between me and the girl he loved; life would develop new complexities. In thqse early hours after the wreck, full of pain as they were, there was nothing of the suspicion and distrust that came later. Shorn of our gauds and baubles, we were primitive man and woman, together; our world for the hour was the deserted farmhouse, the sloie of wheatfield that led to the road, the woodland lot, the pasture. We breakfasted together across the homely table. Our cheerfulness, at first sheer reaction, became less forced as we ate great slices of bread from the granny oven back of the house, and drank hot fluid that smelled like coffee and tasted like nothing that I have ever swallowed. We found cream in stone jars, sunk deep in the chill water of the springhouse. And there were eggs, great yellow-brown ones a basket of them. It Went Too Fast. Mrs. Wabaycke (whose husband has just returned from his first visit to the city) Did yer go inter Kashner's de partment store. Abner? Abner Yes. Susan. I went inter the store, but I didn't buy nothin'. Mrs. Wabaycke warn't ther' no barguns? Abner Wall, I didn't see none. I seen one man buyin' a pair of socks, an he give the gal behin' the counter a $10 bill fer 'em. Mrs. Wabaycke Fer the lan's sake, Abner! A $10 bill' Abner -Yas; an.' the gal put the bill inter a litul roun' box, an' pulled a string, an' the next thing I seen war thet box an' the $10 bill in et whiz zin through the store like 'Towser chasin a rabbit. Then I says to my So, like two children awakened from a nightmare, we chatted over our food; we hunted mutual friends, we laughed together at my feeble witticisms, but we put the horror behind us resolute ly. After all. It was the hat with the green ribbons that brought back the strangeness of the situation. All along I had bad the impression that Alison West was deliberately put ting out of her mind something that obtruded now and then. It brought with it a return of the puzzled expres sion that I had surprised early in the day, before the wreck. I caught it once, when, breakfast over, she was tightening the sling that held the broken arm. I had prolonged the morning meal as much as I could, but when the wooden clock with the pink roses on the dial pointed to half after ten, and the mother with the duplicate youngsters had not come back. Miss West made the move I had dreaded. "If we are to get into Baltimore at " "No, I Did Not Intend to Go Home." all we must start." she said, rising. "You ought to sec a doctor as soon as possible." "Hush." I said warningly. "Don't mention the arm, please; it is asleep now. You may rouse it." "If I only had a hat," she reflected. "It wouldn't need to be much of one. but" She gave a little cry and darted to the corner. "Look." she said triumphantly, "the very thing. With the green streamers tied up in a bow. like this do you suppose the child would mind? I can put $5 or so here that would buy a dozen of them." It was a queer affair of straw, that hat, with a round crown and a rim that flopped dismally. With a single movement she bad turned it up at ons side and fitted it to her head. Gro tesque by itself, when she wore it it was a thing of joy. Evidently the lack of head covering had troubled her. for she was elated at her find. She left me. scrawling a note of thanks and pinning it with a bill to the table-cloth, and ran up stairs to the mirror and the promised soap and water. I did not see her when she cams down. I bad discovered a bench witb a tin basin outside the kitchen door, and was washing, in a helpless, one sided way. I felt rather than saw that she was standing in the doorway, and I made a final plunge into the basin. "How is it possible' for a man with only a right hand to wash his left ear?" I asked from the roller towel. I was distinctly uncomfortable: Menars more rigidly creatures of conven tion than women, whether they admit it or not. "There is so much soap on me still that if I laugh I will blow bubbles. Washing with rain water and home-made soap is like motoring on a slippery road. I only struck the high places." Then, having achieved a brilliant polish with the towel. I looked at the girl. She was leaning against the frame of the door, her face perfectly color less, her breath coming in slow, dif ficult respirations. The erratic hat was pinned to place, but it had slid rakishly to one side. When I real ized that she was staring, not at me, but past me to the road along which we bad come, I turned and followed her gaze. There was no one in sight; the lane stretched dust white in the sun no moving figure on it, no sign cf life. (TO DE COXTIXl.KO.) Cold and Aloof. "Lord Curzon. during the visit that ended in his marriage to Miss Letter proved very interesting In bis cold, proud way." The speaker, a Chicagoan. smiled and resumed: "Cold and proud as young George Curzon was. he regarded the house of lords as colder and prouder. He told me once that when he asked bis fa ther if bis first speech in the house of lords bad been difficult the old gen tleman replied: "'Difficult! It was like addressing sheeted tombstones by torchlight! " A Mother's Anxiety. Willie 3ua. can't l go out on the street lor a little while? Tommy Jones says there's a comet to ba seen. Mother Well, yes;, but don't yo go too near. Boston Transcript. self. "Abner Wabaycke. you'd be a plr.uib, big fool to buy enything in a store whar money goes as fas' as theL" An then I gits out." The Housekeeper. The Child Problem. The problem of the child is the problem of the race. If we would look forward to a mighty nation in the fu ture, a nation to conserve the heritage of the past and prove worthy cf the proud traditions of its history, we must emancipate the children, free them from slavery, from ignorance, from neglect, take them out of the shadows of disease and the clutch of death and place them on the surlit path of health, along which they can joyfully march to the goal of useful ness and victory. If Hints For A September Luncheon. This Is such a glorious month! One feels that It is just good to be alive, and to be permitted to help others plan for happy times Is certainly a delight and privilege much appre ciated by the editor of this depart ment. I am asked to give again this lovely luncheon and put it in early so that all those who may en-rtain soon ; may have it. I quote entire: "A hostess who returned from a summer abroad gave this pretty af fair, the place cards bearing this ap propriate verse: Oh. 8wct September, thy first breezes brinjr The dry learn rustle and the squirrel's laughter. The cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring. . And promise of exceeding Joy hereafter. "The cards were decorated with a tracery in gold, studded with blue dots, supposed to be sapphires, the birth stone for this month. The ta ble was bare, with a wonderful set of blue doilies and centerpiece done by the Russian peasant women. Black eyed Susans, now in their prime, were the only flowers in evidence and they fairly made the rooms blaze with gor geous colorings 'concentrated sun Iblne.' rome one has aptly called then. "The piece de resistance was what the hostess called scrapple and was so delicious she had to give the recipe, which follows: One pound of round steak, one pound of fresh pork, put through the chopper, boiled until done and enough water left to take up corn meal to the mush consistency. Mold In a pan over night. Slice thin, dip in cornmeal and fry in hot lard or bacon grease The platter was gar nished with parsley and deviled eggs. "Then there were escalloped toma toes and green peppers in ramakin. and individual peach shortcake was the dessert. A novel feature was that four guests out of the eight were born in Septem ber." Shakespeare Party. A club devoted to Shakespeare as well as cards Issued the following In vitation which was responded to with alacrity by all the members. To Mr. and Mrs. Richard Smith Greeting: "Lend thy serious bearing to what I shall unfold." Hamlet. "Sir (and lady), s-ou are very welcome to our house It must appear In other ways than words. Therefore. I scant this breathing cour tesy." Merchant of Venice. "Say. what abridgement Have you for this evening." Midsummer Night's Dream. "Whist will be tho pastime passing ex cellent." Taming of the Shrew. "If your love do not persuade you to come Let not my letter." Merchant of Venice. Mr. and Mrs. Geo. Brown. April twenty-nrst. at eight o'clock. The prizes were all suggestive of , - mm Two Simple Blouses THE first is a sailor blouse, cut in the Magyar style. It is in navy blue delaine, with white spots, and has cuffs and collar of 6triped silk. The singlet is of plain white silk, bound with navy blue, and a de vice embroidered in silk. A blue Bailor's knot is tied below collar in front. Materials required: 1 yard 46 Inches wide. yard striped silk. The second would look well in al- SACHET OF SWEET CLOVER Easily Gathered, and Equal in At tractive Scent to Any Flower That Is Grown. With the fields full of flowers that give most delicate scents when prop erly dried, there is no reason why every woman should not have sachets to use in chests of drawers, etc.. to give a delicate perfume to clothing. In gathering clover enormous quan tities should be picked, because it shrinks when dried, and it is Impossi ble to have too much when the supply to draw from Is endless. There is no difficulty for a novice in growing things to distinguish sweet clover, for it grows tall and rank, with thick stems, on which are small leaves. At the top are the flowers, very tiny white blossoms grouped together In a ong spike. The leaves as well as the flowers ire sweet when dried, but the thick tems should be rejected. The best J vay to gather it is to cut down great Hostess TIMELY SUGGESTIONS for Those Planning Seasonable Entertainments the Immortal bard consisting of a framed sepia print of Sbakspeare, a stein with a picture of Falstaff and cup of sack; framed photographs of Stradford-on-Avon scenes, and a charming print of Romeo and Juliet. The hostess called the roll and each member responded by giving a Sbaks peare quotation. A Motley Musical Party. A young hostess gave this very orig inal party, which was sach a success that it has been the talk of the towa ever since. She invited her guests to come, each bringing a musical instru ment and dressed In a costume to match. She wore a Grecian costume of pure white, with1 her hair In Psyche knot with gold bands and she carried a zither. The other young girl in the family dressed as a darkey with the gayest kind of a costume; she was accompanied by her best boy, who was a giddy young colored swain, sad they carried a banjo and guitar. Then there was an Italian beggar girl with accordeon. a Spanish gypsy with her tambourine, a Scotch lad and lassie with bagpipes, a dear little Dutch couple fh real wooden shoes witb flutes, and three chums went as Ital ian street players witb harp. Tiollns, etc. The best of all was when a man with a hand organ and monkey ap peared. One of the men had hired him for the occasion. Of course be only stayed a few moments, but went away with the monkey's pockets filled with coppers and a good lunch in a basket. The ices were served In shape of mu sical Instruments and the favors were all candy boxes in the same shape, filled with delicious small bon-bons. The hostess awarded prizes for the different costumes, which were Judged by older members of the family who surveyed the guests as they passed la a line before them. The father of the house remarked that he bad nev er enjoyed a musical medley more. MADAME MERRI. I5ntt(em3 o, i . m TRbSSmtlMl Beaded belts and bags are to be worn. , Satins are predicted as the favorite fall fabric Chains are superseding leatbei straps for handbag bandies. Young girls are wearing great amsv bers of frills and Jabots. Many foulard and pongee suits an made in Russian blouse style. Paris decfares that transparent sleeves are to be a ruling feature. Lingerie and tailored waists of waits seem about equally In favor. Tailor made suits of silk and satis are the fad of the hour In Paris. Embroidered nets are fashionable, and colored net waists have beea seel for some time. most any blouse smateriaL It ass tat sleeves cut in witb sides of blouse; the Join is bidden under the wide tuck that is taken from shoulder to waist both back and front A wide box-pleat is made dowa center of front, and is edged with buttons. Three tucks are made on each sleeve, which are finish ed with frills to match that at neck. Materials required: 1 yard 44 inches wide. 1 dozen buttons. stalks, using for the purpose a shari knife rather than a pair of scissors. Care should be taken not to uproot the plant, for there is no need of ex terminating it. There is never any difficulty in to eating a clover camp, for the grast grows always close together in great profusion, and it is to be found all over the country. Curtain Shrinkage. In making curtains of Swiss or an other material that will shrink, buv a half yard more than the desired length. When making the heading tc put the rod through turn tho extra length over on the front of the cur tain, hem with a narrow hem. Whet gathered on the rod It makes a val ence ruffle which Is attractive. Whea the curtains are washed let out the heading, and if there is any shrinkagt the extra length may be used tt lengthen the curtain. New gulmpes are of the slmplesi order, sheer, untrimmed, unobtrusive and shallow. MP NOTHING OOiv. W Z - V M 1 Tramp Help e. kJad air. I sm seea better days da Mr.JIaks So have L leawful. .THE! TO HEALTH HOSIbll STOMACH When the digestion it -r r- bad you need something that will not only relieve but will strengthen the di gestive organs and assist them back to their normal condition. This calls for the Bitters first of all. Try it STUNG BY BASE INGRATITUDE Bowery Denizen Seemlnfty Had MgMi U Ba Indignant at Old Friend Attitude. "Ton remember dat gay. Jlsi Barker asked an irate Bowery ol: sen. "He's dat stiff dat'a dobs' tlsMi up der river Slsg 8isg boigiary tea years. Well, yon knew all I dono fer dat stiff. When ba was slacksi didn't I put up der cola for der law yen? Didn't I pay der witnesses Sura I did. De oier day I tTnks m Just go an' see dat matt Just t leara, aim know his Men's alat tied da can on 1m. So I drives oat to sf Jafl and goes into d wardea'a oflee and few says I cottar send ase card fa. M card! D'ye get dat? WeU, anyway. I writes my nam oa a piece ' paper an' a guy takes it lato Jim Barke. aa what d' yon flak dat stiff tells dat guy to tell mef "I've no idea." said the listener. -He tells him." concluded the angry one, "f tell me dat be alat sal" From Success Msgasiae. The Stylish Fisherman. One of the guests at a fssaieaaMa summer resort la Watt Virginia gat himself ap Iff his beat -asking and started along a certaia stream, Meatlne a native, ba asked: myroodmaa! Kindly ten me wl it would ba worth my waila t try flihjng la this Ylclslty." The aatlre regarded aim aeerafaQy. -The flshln ain't good." be SaaOy said, -but I ain't Informed aa to beta you yaluea your time." ynpmcott'a.. The discovery that ha la a salted mine la apt ta peppery. There Are Reasons Why so many pcopts have ready-at-hand a package of Post Toasties The DISTINCTIVE FLAVOUR delights the palate The qtifctr, easy serving right from the packae--requiring only the addition of cream or good milk is an important consideration when breakfast must be ready "on time." The sweet, crisp food is universally liked by child ren, and is a great help to Mothers who must give to the youngsters SfWstthing wholesome that they relish. The economical feature appeals to everyone par ticularly those who wish to keep Jiving expenses within a limit. Post Toasties are espe cially pleasing served with fresh sliced peaches ' The Memory Lingers" Postnm Cereal Co., Ltd, Battle Creek, Xlea.