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y : : . I J n x ' THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: JUNE 12. 1910. JTOTHEOLD &fe -rv ' $W -rilS M&MSh H $$J sA WHAT A WORLD! ) 3 CPM,NG WT0 JY , 4635 1I1IH .11 1 UL ll iipP . I V," y it rLiMB 4jK7Tn 1 ! keeps f -be nice ' m II' ' JrS I'M beginning tes 111 go tTi I 7 JlNGOVER K7S JA ON 1 SHALL $ II (WELL . LOON ,J IJj fi Jto GET F?isS3 TO SLEEP. I'M LfJ J t JM ITHE ORES M, SVv JHAVE A BOWCda JaT THAT .J t XHXrU "SinS A LITTLE ALLRiGHT DOtJ 3 U Hit' Kfsffil ii Iff E iMiriii iauB Eafad 1 1 1 m i i'ihii i?i)pTlKht, 1910, by Bobbs-Merrill Co.), C'HAPTKR XXX'. FIXER DETAILS. At ten minutes before 2 the followinir Any, Monday, I arrived at my office. 1 had spent ths morning putting my affairs In shape, and In a trip to thj stable. The afternoon would see me either a free man or a. prisoner for an Indefinite length of time, and, In bplte of Johnson's piomls-o to produce Sullivan, I was more prepared for the latter than the former. Blobs Wi watching for me outside thj door, and It was clour that ho was In a state of excitement bordering on delirium. He did nothing, however, save to tip me a wink which meant' "As man to man. I'm 1 for you." I was too much engroHMed either to reprove him or return the courtesy, but I heard him follow me down the hall to the tmail room wheie we kept outgrown law books, typewriter supplies and. Incidentally, fur wraps. I was wondering vaguely if 1 Would ever bang my hut on Its nail again, when the door cloned bvhind me. It shut firmly, without any particular amount of sound, and I was left in the dark. I groped my way to It, irritably, to find It locked on the outside. I sImmiU It frantically, and was rewarded by a sibilant whisper through the keyhole. "Keep quiet," 131obs us taking husl;!ly. Gamblers in ONDON's rubber craze suggests the days when people in this country thought their fortunes would be niude out of silk rais ing, or, at least, the cultivation of mulberry trees. L. 1. JBrackett. In "The Silk Industry In Amer ica,," gives this account of the man a: "One after another ot the experimenters In silk culture began to advorata the Mcrus multlcaulls and recommended their friends to ruliHalu the trees and raite sl'.k If they could, but at all events to raise multlcaulls trees. Giave doctors of medi cine and doctors of iltvhiily, men learned in the law, agriculturists, mechanics and merchants, and women as well a men, seemed to bo IntectL'd with a strange irnnsy In regard to this mulberry tree. "They mel In, solely ii:u!uvs over iHVtt- tlles of Af"i ui'iiuiltlce.uli twins, ill.-n Uf a ng seriously the glorious time when In the rot distant' future every farm khou'.d be a liursery for the young trees, every house should have its cocooneries attached. Its silk worms of the blvoltlne. tnvoltlne or polyvoltlns lueods, yielding to. three or mure crops of cocoon per year. The farm ers' wive and daughters, when nut en gaged In feeding the worms, were to reel the si!lc an J perhaps to spin and tmlst it til', silk, should become as cheap as cotton, SSt i A y matron and maid rejoice in the .session of at least a duaeil silk di esses. It does not clearly pat wlieis and un "You're In deadly peril. The police are wuiting In your office, three of 'em. I'm goin' to lock the whole bunch In and throw the key out of the window." "Come back here, you Imp of Satan!" I called furiously, but I could hear him speeding down the corridor, and the slam of the outer office door by which he al ways announced his presence. And so I stood there In that ridiculous cupboard, hot with the blast of a steaming Septem ber day, musty with the smell of old leather bindings, littered with broken over shoes and handleless umbrellas. I was apoplectic with rage one minute, and choked with laughter the next. It seemed an hour before Blobs came back. He came without haste, strutting with new dignity, and paused outside my prison door. "Well, I guess that will hold them for a while," he remarkd comfortably, and pro ceeded to tuns the key. "I've got 'em fast ened up like eaidlr.es In u can," he ex plained, working with -the lock. "fiea wl.is! you'd ought to hear 'em:" When hn got his breath after the shaking I gave him, ho began to splutter. "How'd I know?" he demanded sulkily. "You nearly broke your neck gettln' away the otter tin e. And I haven't got the old key. It's lo.t." "Where's it lust?" I demanded, with an- Mulberries what occasions they were to wear these dresses, while their whole time was to be occupied with the care of the silk worms and cocoons." ' . "tildeon B. Smith of Baltimore." says Fosselt's Textile Journal, ' is said to have owned the first multlcaulls tree In the I'uited titatt. which was planted In but Dr. Kcllx Fascslls of New York was the first to make known to the public the remarkably rapid growth and supposed ex cellent qualities of the tree, and so may be said to have opened this Pandora's box, from which so many evils escaped. The excitement lit regard to the Morus multl caulls grew steadily; aloly, indeed, at fust, but increasing with geometrical pro gression until l!sS, when it fulminated in utter ruin to ths wultivators. The sjirewd ct and warlest'operatois, men who did not believe In Its loudly hoi al led virtues, were fairly carilud Off their feet by the surging tide of speculation. The young trees or cuttings, which were sold Id 14 or U13 for iJ to ti a bundled, cams soon to be worth IS. luo. Hoc, $vj and even I...0 a hundred. "In the spring of 1S39 Mr. Whitemarsli and I-r. Slebbins of Northampton, Mx , ere rejoicing over the purchase of a uoien multlcaulls cuttings, nut more th.i two feet long and of the thickness of a pipe stem, for They are worth I),' exclaimed the doctor tu bis enthusiasm." Ntw Toik 1'vsb HptRIQHT. ISloTiTTKETiEVrfORK EVENING . TELEGRAM (N6 rOftlHlERAU) CO other gesture toward his coat oollar. , "Down the elevator shaft." There wa a gleam of Indignant satisfaction through his tears of rage and humiliation. And so, while he hunted the key In the debris at the bottom of the shaft, I quieted lils prisoners with the assurance that the lock had slipped, and that they would be as free as lords as soon as we could find the Janitor with a pass key. Stuart went down finally and discovered Blobs, with the key In his pocket, telling the englneor how he had tried to save me from arrest and failed. When Stuart came up he was almost cheerful, but Blebs did not appear again that day. Simultaneous with the finding of the key came Hotchkiss, and W6 went In together. I shook hand with two men who, with Hotchkiss. made a not very animated group. The taller one, an oldish man, lean and hard, announced his errand at once. "A Pittsburg warrant?" I Inquired, un locking my cigar drawer. "Yes. Allegheny county has assumed jurisdiction, the exact locality where the crime was committed being In doubt." Ho seemed to be the spokesman. The other, shorter and rotund, kept an amiable silence. "Wo hope you will see the wisdom of waiving extradition," he went on. "It will save time." "I'll come, of course," I agreed. "The sooner the better. But I want you to give me an hour here, gentlemen. I think wo can interest you. Have a cigar?" The lean man took a cigar; the rotund man took three, putting two in his pocket. "How about the catch of that door?" he Inquired Jovially. "Any danger of it going off again?" Ileally, considering the cir cumstances, Jhey were remarkably cheer ful. Hotchkiss, however, as not. Ho paced the floor uneasily, his hands under his coat tails. The arrival of Mcknight created a diversion; he carried a long pack age and a corkscrew, and shook hands with the police and opened the bottle with a single gesture. "I always want something to cheer on these occasions," he said. "Where's the water, Blakeley? Kverybody ready?" Then In French he toasted the two detectives. "To your eternal discomfiture," he sld, bowing cei emonlu'isly. "May you go home and never come back. If you take Mon sieur Blnkelcy with you. 1 hope you ehoko." The lean man nodded gravely. "Prosit." he said. But the fat ore leaned back and laughed consumedly. Hotchkiss finished a mental synopsis of his position, and put down his glass. "l"i tleinen," he said pompously, "within five minutes the man you want will be here, a miuderer caught. In a net of evidt-nc" s fin that a mosquito eould not get through." The detectives glared at each other solemnly. Had they no in their po'-sslo-i a sealskin bag containing u wallet and a bit of gold chain, which, by putting the crime on me, would leave a gap big enough for Sullivan himsulf to crawl through? "Why don't you say jour little spctch before Johnson brings the other man, Law rence?" McKnight Inquired. "They won't bellsve you, but it w ill help them to under stand what Is coming." "You understand, of course," the lean man put In -gravely, "that what you say may be used against you." "I'll take the risk," I answered Impa tiently. It took some time to tell the story of my worse than useless trip to Pittsburg, and1 its sequel. They listened gravely, without interruption. "Air. Hotchkiss here." I finished, "be lieves that the man Sullivan, whom we are momentarily expecting, committed the crime'. Mr. McKnight is Inclined to Impli cate Mrs. Conway, who stabbed Branson and then herself last night As for my self, I am open to conviction." "I hope not," said the stout detective quiziically. And then Alison was an nounced. My impulse to go out and meet her was forestalled by the deteotlves, who rose when I did. McKnight, therefore, brought her in, and I met her at the door. "I have put you to a great deal of trouble," I said contritely, when I saw her glance around the room. "I wish I had not-" ! "It is only right that I should come," she replied, looking up at mc. "I am the unconscious cause of most of it, I am afraid. Mrs. Dallas Is going to wait in the outer office." I presented Hotchkiss and the two de tectives, who eyed her with interest In her poise, her beauty, even In her gown, I fancy she represented a new tpy to them. They remained standing until she sat down. "I have brought the necklace," sns began, holding out a white-wrapped box, "as you asked me to do. I passed it, unopened, to the detectives. "The necklace from which was broken the fragment you found In the sealskin bag." I explained. "Miss West found it on the floor of the car, near lower ten." "When did you find it?" asked the lean detective, bending forward. "In the morning, not long before the wreck." "Did you ever see it before?" "I am not certain," she replied. "I have seen one very much like It." Her tone was troubled. She glanced at mo as If for help, but I was powerless, "Where?" The detective was watching her closely. At that moment there came an Interrup tion. The door opened without ceremony, and Johnson ushered in a tall, blond man, a stranger to all of us. I glanced at All son; she was pale, but composed and scornful. She met thn newcomer's eyes full, and, caught unawares, he took a hasty, backward step. "Sit down, Mr. Sullivan," McKnight beamed cordially. "Have a cigar? I beg your pardon. Alison, do you mind this smoke?" "Not at all." she said composedly. Sulli van had had a second to sound his bear ings. ' "No no. thanks," he mumbled. "If you will be good enough to explain" "But that's what you're to do." Mc Knight said cheerfully, pulling up a chair. "You've got the meat attentive audience you could ask. These two gentlemen are detectives from Pittsburg, and we are all curious to know the finer details of what happened on the car Ontario two weeks ago, the night your father-in-law was mur dered." sulllvan gripped the arms of his chair. "We are not prejudiced, either. The gentlemen from Pittsburg are betting on Mr. Blakeley, over there. Mr. Hotchkiss. the gentleman by the radiator. Is ready lu place ten to one odds on you. And some of us hate still other thenri-s." "Uciitlemen," Sullivan said slowly, "f give von my word of honor that I did pot kill Simon Harrington, and that I do not know who did." "Fiddlededee."' nied Hotchkiss, bustling forward. "Why, 1 can tell you'" But McKnight pushed him firmly Into a chuir and held him there. "I am ready to plead guilty to the lar ceny," Sullivan went on. "I took Mr. Blakeley's clothes, I admit. If I can relm bui him In any way for the inconveni ence" The stout detective was listening with his mouth open. "lo you mean lo say," be demanded, "that ou got Into Mr. J. j I Htflufe Blakeley's berth, as he contends, took his clothes and forged notes, and left the train before the wreck?" "Yes." "The notes, then?" , "I grave them to Bronson yesterday. Much good they did him!" bitterly. We were all silent for a moment. The two detectives were adjusting themselves with difficulty to a new point of view; Sullivan was look ing dejectedly at the floor, his hands hanging loose between his knees. I was watching Alison; from where i stood, be hind her, I could almost touch the soft hair behind her ear. "I have no intention of pressing any chsrgs against you." I said with forced civility, for my hands were itching to get at him, "if you will give us a clear ac count of what happened on the Ontario that night." Sullivan raised his handsome, haggard head and looked around at me. "I've seen you before, haven't I?" he asked. "Weren't you an uninvited truest at the Laurels a few days or nights ago? The cat, you remember, and the rug that slipped?" "I remember," I said shortly. He glanced from me to Alison and quickly away. "The truth can't hurt me," he s'ald, "but it's devilish unpleasant. Alison, you know all this. You would better go out." Ills use of her name crazed me. I stepped in front of her and stood over him. "You will not bring Miss West Into the conversa tion," I threatened, "and she will stay if she wishes." "Oh, very well," he said with assumed Indifference. Hotchkiss just then escaped from Richey's grasp and crossed the room. "Did you ever wear glasses?" ha asked eagerly. ' "Never." Sullivan glanced with some con tempt at mine. "I'd better begin by going back a little," he went on sullenly. "I ippose you know I was married to Ida Harrington about five years ago. She was a good girl, and I thought a lot of her. But her father op posed the marriage he'd never liked me, and he refused to make any sort of settle ment. , "I had thought, of course, that theie would be money, and It was a bad day when I found out I'd made a mistake. My sister was wild with disappointment. We were pretty hard up, my sister and I." I was watching Alison. Her hands were tightly clasped In her lap, and she was staring out of the -w indow at the cheerless roof below. She had set her lips a little, but that was all. "You understand, of course, that I'm not defending myself," went on the sullen voice. "The day came when old Harring ton put us both out of the house at the point of a revolver, and I threatened I suppose you know that, too I threatened to kill him. "My sister and I hd hard times after that We lived on the continent for a while. I was at Monte Carlo and she was In Italy. She met a young lady there, the granddaughter of a steel manufacturer and an heiress, and she sent for me. When I got to Rome the girl was gone. Last winter I was all In social secretary to an Knglibhman, a wholesale grocer with a new title, but we had a row. and I came home. I went out to the Itcaton boys' ranch In Wyoming, and met Bronson there. He lent me money, and I've been doing hl) dirty work ever since." Sullivan got up then and walked slowly forward and buck as he talked, his eyes on the faded patterns of the office rug. "If you want to live In hell.", he said savagely, "put yourself In another man's power. Bronson got Into trouble, forging John Ollmoie's name to those notes, and In some way he learned that a man was bringing the papers back to Washington on lhn K.ii r. He even learned the number of his berth, and thei night before the wreck, just as I was boarding the train. I got a telegram." Hotchkiss stepped forward ones more Im portantly. "Which read. I think: 'Man with papers In lower ten, car seven. Get them." Sullivan looked at the little man with sulky blue eyes. "it was something like that, anyhow. But it was a nasty business, and it mads matters worse that he didn't care that a telegram which must pass through a half dozen hands, was more or less Incriminating to me. "Then, to add to the unpleasantness of my position. Just after we boarded ths train I was accompanying my sister and this young lady. Miss West a woman touched me on the sleeve, and I turned to face my wife! "That took away my last bit of nerve,. I told my slater, and you can understand she was in a bad way, too. We knew what It meant. Ida had heard that I was going" He stopped and glanced uneasily at All son. "Go on," she said coldly. "It Is too late to shield me. The time to hive done that was when I was your guest." "Well," he went on, his eyes turned care fully away from my face, which must have presented certainly anything but a pleasant sight. "Miss West was going to do me tho hor.or to marry me, and" "You scroundrel!" I burst forth, thrust ing past Alison West's chair. "You you in fernal cur!" One of the detectives got up and stood between us. "You must remember, Mr. Blakeley, that you are forcing this story front this man. These details are unpleasant, but impor tant. You were going to marry this young lady," he said, turning to Sullivan, "al though you already had a wife living?" "It was my sister's plan, and I was in a bad way for money. If I could marry, se cretly, a wealthy girl and go to Europe. It was unlikely that Ida that in, Mrs. Sul livan would hear of It "So It was more than a shock to sea my wife on the train, and to realise from her face that she knew what was going on. I don't know yet, unless some of the serv antswell, never mind that. "It meant that the whole thing had gone up. Old Harrington had carried a gun for me for years, and the same train wouldn't hold both of us. Of course, I thought that he was In the coach Just behind ours." Hotchkiss was leaning forward now, his eyes narrowed, his thin llpe , drawn to a line. "Are you left-handed, Mr. Sullivan?" he asked. Sullivan stopped in surprise. "No." he said gruffly. "Can't do any thing with my left hand." Hotchkiss sub tided, crestfallen but alert. "I tore up that cursed telegram, but I was afraid to throw the scraps away. Then I looked around for lower ten. It was almost exactly Striking a Match or Two T HAS been estimated that w of the United State consume "00.000,000,000 matches annually, and that ours Is larger match bill than that of any other country. in the making of the match it is neces sary to obtained the best grade of wood. No sapwood, no knotty or cross-grained t mber. Is utilized by the hundreds of fac tories In this country that are busily en gaged in turning out this article. The necessity for the best limber render It imperative that many agents be employed to search out the choicest trees and to e that none but the best wood goes to feed the match machines. For this reason a statement of the number of cubic feet of wood actually converted Into matches each year would give but an inadequate idea of the number uf trees consumed by ths industry. Accordingly, the match manufacturer are, as a class, as much concerned over th timber supply as any other whose wel fare depends on the employment of forest products. It is not to b assumed that, by reason of the smallness of matches, the maker thereof never utilise scraps or bits of wood left uver. The contrary is lb cue. f V7l icm across my berth wss lower seven, and it was, of course, a bit of exceptional lucK for me that the car was number seven." "Did you tell your sister of the telegram from Bronson?" I asked. "No. It would do no good, and she was In a bad way without that to make her worse." ,. "Your sister was killed, I think." The shorter detective took a small package from his pocket ind held it In his hand, snap ping the rubber band which held It. "Yes, she was killed," 8ulllvan said soberly. "What I say now can do her no harm." He stopped to push back the heavy hair which dropped over his forehead, and went on more conneotedly. "It was late, after midnight and wa went at once to our berths. I undressed, and then I lay there for an hour, wondering how I was to ge the notes. Some , one In lower nine was restless and wide awake, but finally became quiet "The man in ten was sleeping heavily. I could hear his breathing, and It seemed to be only a question of getting across and behind the curtains of his berth without being seen. After that, it was a mere mat ter of quiet searching. "The car became very still. I was about to try for the other berth, when soma one , brushed softly past, and I lay back agaln. "Flnally, however, when things hsd been quiet for a time, I got up, and after look ing along th aisle, I slipped Jiehlnd the ourtalns of lower ten. you understand, Mr. Blakeley, that I thought you were In lower ten, with th notes." I nodded curtly. "I'm not trying to defend myself," ho went on. "I was ready to steal the notes I had to. But murder!" He wiped his forehead with his handker chief. "Well, I slipped across and behind the curtains. It was very still. Th man In ten didn't move, although my heart was .' thumping until I thought h would hear it. "I felt around cautiously. It was per fectly dark, and I came across a bit of chain, about as long as my finger. It seemed a queer thing to find there, and It was sticky, too." He shuddered, and I could see Alison's hands clenching and unclenching with the strain. "All at once It struck me that the man was strangely silent, and I think I lost rov . nerve. Anyhow, I drew the curtains open a little, and let the light fall on my hands. They were red, blood-rcd." (To Be Continued.) Matches are not .by-products. Any wood rejected by th match machine goes to the by-product establishment, and of these by product of the match business may bn mentioned some, such a dour and sashes, that In some Instances form an Industry as Important as the match Industry Itself. There ar many method of manufactur ing matches; ther ar many different ma chines employed In such manufacture. Nearly every company ha machinery spe cially adapted to It own peculiar use, and employs processes discovered or devised by its own chemists and mechanics, which ar kept a trad secrets. On of these machine has been known to turn out 177. -K!6,4O0 matches In one dsy, boxed and labeled ready for shipment. Certain kind of matches ar shaved with th grain from sawed blocks, other ar cut both way by saws. In still further varieties th blocks are boiled to make them cut easily. By soma machines a boiled or steamed log Is revolved on Its own axis, and a shaving, the thickness of a match, is cut round and round. This shav ing Is at th sa'm time cut Into lenjths and split Into match stick. It may be aid that ther I hardly a limit to the varieties of method employed. Round matches ar mad by forcing thaut through dies. Harper's Weekly.