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A The Omaha Sunday Bee EDITORIAL AMUSEMENTS VOL. 51 NO. 5. OMAHA, SUNDAY MORNING, JULY 17, 1921. 1 D TEN CENTS inn RED fish; By Owen Oliver V ! Tr TTT7- I ' , THE3 Red Fisher knowi the bait for every one. He took me with Robert Cam You'll Isn't There Is a full bottle of strong sleeping draught in my bedroom, marked off Into 16 Wiv portions by lines of glass. I would take . whole bottleful If I could escape a picture t the Red Fisher waiting to pull me out of the river of sleep. The devil may be only a super stition that ages haven't quite wiped off the Mate of heredity; but the picture is a fact. You can see It on the walls of Nugenfs gallery: 874. The Red Fisher. Arthur Dana. It shows up best If you stand Just beside the left-hand seat of the settee. You get the aalignity of the grin then. I stood Just there Vhen my duel with conscience began. I sup pose I am not ultra-modern. I have a con science. It was on a rainy Friday afternoon threa years ago, and I had a dull hour to kill. I passed the gallery. "I may as well be bored by myself as bored by pictures," I reflected. "I can't be more bored by pictures than I am by myself," I thought 50 yards down the road. I turned back and went in. 9 I saw my own thoughts rather than the pictures, until I found myself staring at the devil; a very proper Mephlstopheles. long, lean, sardonic and habited in hard red. He sat upon an overhanging branch, dangling his pointed shoes above a glassy stream that came from nowhere into a green wood and ran out to nowhere again. A network bag lay upon the grass behind him, with his varied bait peeping through the meshes; a miniature of & pretty, enticing woman, and a cardinal's hat; a diploma, a seal of office, and a fat packet of bonds; a necklace of diamonds and a president's chair. A pale young monk lay dead upon the bank, aught by a saints aureole; and a red-faced woman captured by a wicker flask. The wine was dribbling out and staining a little white daisy purple. The Red Fisher was angling now .with a pretty mannikln. A wistful, elfish girl was swimming away from temptation; but she looked back over her round shoulder, and her vouttng mouth opened a little as if she wanted f.a come back and snap. I wondered foolishly Whether she was going to be caught; moralized tritely upon the vanities that catch women and men; and then suddenly "I wonder," I thought, "what bait he'd use for me?" I turned over temptations hopefully In my mind, but could find none strong enough to haul me to the devil's bank; I was a dull bachelor woman, I told myself Impatiently, half-past temptation, and growing into an old maid with a hundred weaknesses and no grand vice; not warm enough to nourish a sin. "Isn't there anything you'd risk the hook for, Nina?" I asked myself. "Surely you aren't quite dried up yet." I looked Into my secret mind, as if it were a picture book, and the. burly form of Robert Carr grew slowly out of the mist within; dear old Robert, manly, and clever; and courteous, and kind! I felt my eyes widen and my mouth open and close . with a snap. I am telling the truth. I did not know before how much I liked him, though ' I would have said any day and anywhere that he was the nicest fellow in the world. . . , Well, I did like him, In a perfectly proper way; liked him very much. What of It? "My dear Devil!" I said contemptuously! "You've chosen the wrong fly! I don't nibble at 1 L . . M i . . . me nusoana oi my ineiiu. ... Jna Be sides he doesn't want me." I gasped again at the self -betrayal of the asc woras; reaaenea ana tnen turned very pale. I could see my face in a little mirror. I have a conscience, as I have said. There were many virtues that I had no great care for, but I cherished an Idea of myself as loyal to my friends. Margaret was a cat of a woman, and I was another, but we were pals; had been all our lives. "Not her husband," I said, even in the dark depths of my mind; but the heart is deeper. That said I was lost If the Fisher man won over Robert Carr to help him angle for me. I must .fly from temptation or risk the consequences. "Well," I decided deliberately, "I take the risk, If there is one. There isn't Robert loves his wife, if she doesn't care much for him. She is 10 times better looking than I. He likes pink, smiling young prettlness. He'd never I A want this pale, old snappish thing, except per- haps as a friend. . . . Poor boyl He needs some one to comfort him. Fish away, my dear Devil! I'll risk all I have and am to be a little help to dear old Bob." I went to their house on the Saturday aft . ernoon, as I generally did. Margaret was anl mated. Robert was gloomy. She was going to drag him away to the seaside on Monday; and his roots are in his business and bis study. "It's all very well for you," he grumbled. "You'll have drives and excursions and dances and whist drives, and two or three admirers hanging around. I shall have nothing to do but potter along the beach. I hate pottering. I'd rather stay and work in town." "Don't potter," I advised. "Take to golf or something. Get an admirer yourself, if Maggie doesn't behave." , ' "That Introduces a subject for me!" Mar garet cried gayly. "Come with us, Neen, and take him oft my hands for a fortnight You can teach him golf, if you like; or sailing. He'd re that! Nag him and wake him up! Wanted, experienced lady, with a stimulating tongue to take entire charge of a dull infant! You Just fit!" !'Poor Robert!" I said. "My sailing's all right; and my tongue! But I don't know golf. Don't be afraid, my dear chap. I won't add to your troubles." " . "I'm sure you won't," he declared heartily. "Come and teach me sailing, Nina, I'd like It" I went There aren't too many red letter days In my calendar; but there wasn't a black one In that fortnight Margaret spent the days on the pier, showing off her new hats and dresses, and smiling at competing cavaliers. She always had a train of adorers. O! She was a pretty woman! She danced all the evenings. Robert and I sailed away the days in a 20-foot half decked boat My father taught me sailing when I was a child, and now I taught Robert In the evenings we went to concerts and entertain ments, or walked generally walked. O! those i walks. I never knew before that the sky was to full of stars! V It did not occur to Robert to make love to me, and I did not try I swear It to put the notion In his mind. I Just wanted him to be happier, and I made him. I was a fine pal, he told me, as we scudded back before the wind on the last afternoon. I remember the salt spray on my lips, and my hair blow ing loose, and the adoration In my heart when I looked at him. Tm glad," I said. "I like to be your pal, Bob." "Thank you," he acknowledged, "dear old girl! Lord knows, I need one. Margaret " He set his lips. "Our tastes differ a good deal," he concluded. I nodded. "' "It's Just that" I consoled him. "Margaret is all right In her way. I am fond of her, . ypu know." That was fairly true. "There's Y nothing- in her little flirtations. Bob." That "had a large element of truth. She skated on thin Ice, but she did. not go In. "She's fond of you really." That was quite true. . "I think, Bob, if you woke to aer frankly, if you said A mry propr Mmphitophlm, long, lean, aardonie . . Hm mxt upon mn vmrkmnging branch, JmngUng Acs point noa abov gloss stream "I don't either," she agreed, "but still I'm a cat, of course, but I only wanted Just to have a little amusement If he'd pulled me up as he ought to have done I'd have been pulled up after a kick or two, and I suppose you know that I like him?" "I suppose so," I answered, "but you've had a funny way of showing it." "Well, you see, it may be only my fancy, but three or four years ago I thought that he cooled to me. If he'd been Just angry or nasty and we'd quarreled I'd have, made it up very nicely, but he didn't seem to want to make it up, and I thought you'll laugh, but I did think that there must be some one else. I thought so the other day when we met some one. I watched him talking to her. I am sure she likes him, anyhow." "Who?" I demanded. My voice was more anxious than I liked. "Joyce Reed," Margaret told me. "Joyce!" My laugh was very genuine. "You donkey! Why, she's about 24, and he's getting on to. 40. He always likes kids, but he's quite fraternal to them. He doesn't even see her 'I'd like us to get on better, Maggie. I much prefer you to any one else, and ' " That was my supreme effort God knows what it cost me. I would have gone through with it and tried to reconcile them if he had not interrupted me, but he held up his hand. "I don't, Nina," he said, very, very quietly. "I haven't for several years. . . . Don't ask me questions." "No." I promised faintly. "I won't." I opened my mouth a little to catch the salt wind. It seemed to me that there was not air enough In the whole world, and that my heart was too small to hold my hot blood. I loved him as a mother loves her little child Just then; this big, strong man. Our love should be silent and pure, I vowed, and everything else in my life should be set aside to do little things to brighten him. "We won't talk about troubles," I said cheer fully. "Let's make the best of the comfort we have. ... A good pal to sail a good boat! I'll put her nose into the waves and make her splash; and we'll get drenched and laugh like kids. Kids who are out with their pal!" "Their pal!" he echoed. "Let's shake hands on that!" O! That was a red letter afternoon. We went back to town that evening. "Come, in often, Nina," he begged when we parted at the station. "Good luck, old girl!" ' He smiled at me then. He had such a nice smile; and such a nice voice; so rich and round. I used to seem to hear it when I woke up at nights. X cried for him then. Things went badly between him and Mar garet during the next year. He was too civil . to her, and she was not civil enough to him. They had a bad quarrel, cold on his side and hot on hers, and decided to occupy separate rooms. Margaret told me herself. Her pink face was very red, and she gritted her splendid teeth. "As he does not want me," she said, "the inference is obvious." "That he thinks you want another man," I answered sharply. "Noone In particular," she rejoined pet tishly. "I like dozens. That's my safety! He likes very few women. That's his danger. If you only like one you like too much." "If," I cried scornfully. "It's lik6 you to try and put the blame on him. He's worth a dozen of either of us. You're a silly, sus picious woman. Are you working round to ob ject to me being friends with the poor, neg. lected boy?" I never had a greater insult than her look of amazement then. "You!" she cried with her big blue eyes wide open. She had lovely soft eyes and mine are hard, beady things. "You!" She laughed. I'd have liked to take her full throat in my hands and strangle the sneer. "No, I'm not so absurd as that: You Just take the place of a sister to him. . . . You and I have been rather like sisters, Neen. . . . Don't look hurt, dear old thing. I didn't mean that a man couldn't like you very much, only you are far too good, a pal to me to let him flirt with you." , . "I am his pal also, Margaret," I said stead ily, "and, since you mention the matter to me, I don't blame him nearly so much as I blamt you," more than once in six months." "Doesn't he? You know more of his doing than I do." "More shame to you," I said vigorously. "Well, I don't think his doings concern Baby Joyce. Robert's tastes are mature. I don't sup pose his doings concern any woman, but he had not broached the. subject to me." "He might if you led him on a little," she suggested, with one of the pretty sideway looks that trap a man and warn a woman. I rose to go. "Margaret," I said sternly. "You disgust me. Robert is my friend. His friendship is a precious thing to me. I don't mind saying that to you, or on the housetops! He is abso lutely the best man I know. If you drea.m that I would win his confidence and betray him to you, you are greatly mistaken. Look here! If I found him out I shouldn't tell you. That's flat!" "No," she agreed. "I don't believe you would. You're a stiff . creature! But you'd Influence him.. You're a better sort than you know. In fluence him a little in this direction, Neen." she held out her grand arms. "He's my hus band, and " The red rushed over her hand some face and superb neck; even over her rounded arms "I want him!" "Umph!" I said. My voice was indifferent enough; but my heart was knocking to and fro, and screaming that she should hot win him back from me. "I know what you're thinking," she charged me; "but you're wrong. I don't want him to plague. I'd be good to him now. Try, Neen. If you could put the idea of making It up into his headT It's natural to him to do the kind thing if he thinks of it. You could say It's a pity we squabble, because I can be nice, and you could say you know I like him. . . . Will you, Neen? We never had sisters, you and I; only each other." "I'll try." I answered. That was a lie. I did not try to lead him back to her. I tried to alienate him; warned him against being fooled by her. Margaret's affectionate mood soon passed. I knew It would! Their dissension became sharper and more in evidence. They never went out together; and whenever one dined at home the other dined with friends, or "In town." It was generally she who was out; but Robert was "at the club" more than he used to be. He was abstracted and silent very often when I talked to him. I had always been able to rally him into interest before. I spoke to him frankly one evening when Margaret had gone out and I had dropped in. "Bob," I said, "you look upon me as a pretty trusty friend, I think." "Indeed," he assured me, "I do! I'd trust you blind, Nina." "There's somothing on your mind, I know. Would it help you to tell a pal?" He leaned back in his chair and opened his clgaret case. "No," I commanded, "a cigar! One of thoso you keep for special occaslona It will unruffle you. I'll get one. Give me the key of the cabi net." I took the key from him and fetched him one of his "extravagances," as he called them. "There, old pal; the precious red band. See! Now you can talk." "Good old Nina! How you know my ways and study me. . . . You see, there are things that one can't talk about; things that concern other people." I nodded. "Talk about a man you know," I suggested, "and leave out people's names; and I'll advise you in the abstract" He shook his head. "I'm no good at acting, Neen. I'm talking about myself. . . . Eight years ago I mar ried Margaret. Nobody blamed us. We ap peared to be Just suited. We didn't really suit, Neen; not even on the honeymoon. I remember bah! I'm gossiping like an old lady. Well, wherever the fault lay, we drifted away from each other. Possibly she didn't mean much harm by her flirtations; but they were suffi ciently in evidence to humiliate her husband. I was too proud to own my hurt. I Just gritted it out till I didn't care a hang. Well, not much. . . . Anyhow, I was very lonely for a long time, and then I found ... a very won derful woman. . . . O! a very wonderful woman!" "You thought her so," I said. I sighed. "She was, and is. There has never been a word of love between me and her, Neen; but we know." "Both of you?" I asked unsteadily. I caught sight of my face in the beveled mirror of a wall bracket Just then; and it wavered. Pale, and with the young bloom gone, and never beauti ful; but it looked loving, I thought Ah! loving! "Both of us," he said unhesitatingly. "Yes. Sometimes we have been near to the word; but we have paused in time. It is not my strength that keeps us as we are, but the strength that I get from her; my reverence for her goodness and daintiness. She is above all women. She' "Hush!" I said. "We are not talking of her, but of you. This is your story, which you are telling to your friend. ... So truly your friend. Bob, you know." "I know. ... I don't want to sink in your estimation, friend. I will tell you how I looked at it. There is no wrong to Mar garet, I said. For years she has not wanted me; and she has not scrupled to flirt with others. I do not say that she has been untrue to her marriage vow, as the world estimates it I do not know." "I do not know," I said In a faint whisper. If I did a shameful, damnable thing from first to last it was when I said that Margaret was an honest woman then. I had not the slightest doubt of it "There can be no wrong to myself. For love of her whom I love I am a hotter man; and our love is innocent and pure. . . . Thn mifisHon was about the girl. I kept out - . . . . . i i Int. i u. i a. -r l t j. X. of her way for some years, for rear tnai ner paie statue, mings mai x enuuia noi mv love for me-I knew It would spoil her life. ' done. I deserved to lose my husband's affec Thon t saw that she meant to die a maid for tion! But I tried to win it back. He did cigar. . . . The touch that I hungered for did not come. "Thank you. Neen. You spoil me. . . . The devil of it is that Margaret has taken one of her turns turned toward mo as she might to a new flame. She wants to make it up. . . . Neen, I don't want her. I should not want her If the other woman weren't la the world. Don't tell me it's my duty to make it up! . . . That's what I have on my mind; what I wanted to ask you, my good friend." There was a long, long silence. I sat with my chin on my hand staring into the fire; made a picture there with the black and gold and amber and the gray smoke. . . . The Red Fisher dangled his feet merrily in the names; set Ms teeth ana forgot to smile as he played nle at the end of the line; won dered so did I! if I was firmly hooked. I swam round and round, I thought, till the water ran in fast ripples that I could hear. Hls-s-s-s. . . . That was only the sound of the flames. . . . Flap flap flap. . . Only the puffs of the Jets of coal gas catch ing fire. ... I put my hands on the arms of the chair. One more tightening of my nerves and I should go to Robert I paused only for the right word. . . . Just his name. I would say "Bob, dear!" I drew a breath; half rose. . . . And heard Mar garet's voice in the hall. She had come home. . . . What a magnificent woman she looked when she switched on the light at the door! "I had a fancy to be domestlo tonight,"' she said laughingly; "but I suppose you're go ing out, Bob?" "I am going out," he told her, and rose. They looked hard at each other. Several times I thought they were going to speak, but they did not She gasped when he had gone; clinched her hands. Presently sho clutched my arm. "He's going to her!" she hissed. "Don't be a fool," I said. "He wants to get rid of me," she said in my ear. "He thinks Neen, he's having me watched!" "He would, if I were he," I told her that was not true. v I had no suspicion of her "but he isn't. I should think it's your con science; If you have one." "Until tonight I had," she told me furious ly, "now It's gone. I came home to try and put things right. v I was ready to humble my self to him." She laughed wildly. "You side with him, of course. I daresay you'd try to marry him, if I were gone!" Margaret!" "I didn't mean it Neen. on me. You're the only pal don't like me. ... Well. Can't you help .me, Neen? desperate Do you understand?" "What do you mean?" I clutched her arm. "Why should I stay with a man who de spises me when another adores me? I've been a good woman till now, but . . . You don't know what temptation Is " "Who is it?" "I didn't say it was any one. Don't stare at me like that! You look a a devil! ... If I did, he'd have driven me to It; he's a cold brute. He " 1 won't listen to abuse of him," I said. "Don't go," she pleaded. I want help I I closed the door upon her. I called at Robert's office the next morning and saw him alone. "Bob," I said, 'Tve got to be disloyal to one friend or another. You have to come first. . . . You are of all friends dearest to me. . . I can't see your life spoilt by a tie that you honor and she If I were you I should have Margaret watched. . . . Not a word. It doesn't bear discussion." He rose slowly; staggered; rested his hand on the table. "Nina?" he said hoarsely. "You know that she ?" "Have her watched," I said sharply. Then I -turned and walked out I went away for a month. When I came back he had taken proceedings for his divorce. I don't know what kink in my character took me to the court. He had kept me out of it, of course, and I needn't have gone. Mar garet was foolish enough to fight the case. I don't think she expected to save herself, only wanted to say what she said in the box. "I have done things that lay me open to suspicion," she said, looking like a. beautiful. Don't you turn I have. Women men do! . . . I tell you I'm love of me. Why should not she as well as I have the comfort of friendship, I argued. Well, we have it I think life is Just the hours that we spend together. ... Is it very wrong, Neen?" "Only1 unwise," I said, still very faintly. "Is that all?" "No." He put his cigar to his lips, but I saw that it had gone out. "I'll light it" I offered. It was growing dusk, and when the match flared up I seemed to see the Red Fisher in it, laughing triumphantly in the flare. "Hook me, then!" my mind told him fiercely. I expected Robert's arm to go round me as I stood beside his chair, offering him the light. I held his wrist with one, hand to steady the Worlds Greatest Detective Cases Secret of D e a d Man's Swamp; Famous De tective Solves Baf fling Mystery. (Detective John Wilson Murray was for many year bead of the detective force In Canada. During that time he had through hie handa and personally solved some hundreds of cases, from embezzlement to burglary, from forgery to murder. His fame became world wide, and he was the personal friend of the heads of the police of nearly every country In the world. We was- as well known In Scotland Tard as he was at Toronto, In Canada, or New York. For 30 years he was the terror of criminals throughout the whole of North America. In the underworld of crime he was known as "Old.Never-Let-Oo," because once he started on a case, he did not let go till the criminal was dead or be hind the prison bars. He traveled thou sands of miles In one case to get his man, and In another he tracked down a criminal after spending three patient years collecting evidence to secure his conviction. The case given below is picked out from many other in which he was concerned, because it began in England, ended In Canada, and filled the newspapers of European countries for many a long day during the time of the trial. Murray retired a few year ago, and Canada lost the most brilliant detective It ever had.) By NAZARIENE DAAN KANNI BELLE. (Copyright. 1111, World-Wide New Serv ice, Inc.) they were chopping down was at was that the murderer had commit- tragedy which sent that weird and the end of the swamp. Joseph's ted the act delibe-'tely, cautiously suggestive name flying over the foot slipped. He grabbed at what and methodically, as the trademark telegraph wires throughout the he thought was a half submerged and the tailor's name were removed world, men had been lost in Dead log, and then he cried in horror. He from the clothes. In order to make Man's Swamp, and their rotting was hanging on a dead man's body the dead man's indentifkation im- bones discovered years afterwards in the underbrush. possible, the murderer had even re- and all trace of their identity had tm- r.:.1.-j ...j i mnveA k huff from the man's disappeared. The place is a tangled ineiriKUicncu-uuiioi.or-sini.Kuu th.Vl, Karc and nn tho cioines. v. ........ -i On speaking of the case in later edge of it is a deep pool which has years Chief Inspector Murray said: become known as Pine pool. No ' There was not the s'Mest clue one mnapus mis ionciy pan oi we on the body which might hav. helped me, and, in fact, the only thing I deduced was that to all ap pearance he was a new arrival from lintain from the cut c.f his clothes. woodsmen carried the body to the field and began to examine it. George Eldndge discovered a bullet hole on the back of the dead man's head. The two woodsmen realized that it was a murder. They at once carried the body to the little nearby town of Blenheim and surrendered it to the authorities. The whole town viewed the dead body, but no one could recognize it. The Blenheim police at once wired to Detective Murray, the head of the Toronto criminal investigation de partment. He was known in Can ada, as well as in the United States, as Ghfef Inspector Murray. The authorities were convinced that the murdered man. did not be long to Blenheim or any other neighboring town. This much they could observe that the body was that of a young man, smooth-shaven, tor Murray said nnu irom nis nanus tuu linger nana they could not help observing that he had never done a day's manual forest except the creatures of the wild." Chief Inspector Murray intimated to the police that he would have to summon all his wits to run down The murderer had even cut away the murderer, but before he could any buttons which might have proceed he would have to identify helped me, and the label from the the body, dead man's hat had been removed, The hat was later discovered in the swamp where the two woodsmen had come across the body quite ac cidentally. I realized then that I was up against a murderer of cau tious and methodical caliber, and Murray at once had the dead man" photographed and sent copies to nearly 1,500 newspapers in Canada, the United States and Great Britain, describing the body as best he could and requesting the press to publish it. He hoped that some one, some- that it would need a my wits to where in the world, seeing the face run him down. f tne unknown dead would recog- On describing the location of and thus solve the mystery "Dead Man's Swamp," Chief Inspec- of his identity. iexi, iviurray wem 10 ucau fan'c Sswamn" anrl r1itfOntlv Dead Man's Swamp. searched the soot where the body "It is located in a lonely part of of the unknown had been discovered not want me back. That made me desperate. and I" "You have not answered my plain ques tion, madam," Robert's counsel interrupted. He repeated the question I need not name it and she fainted in the box. The judge suggested to her counsel that It was a mat ter for his discretion whether "this- painful cross-examination" should proceed when his client recovered. She did not reappear and her counsel accepted Judgment against her. I sometimes wonder whether she merely let Judgment go by default to give Robert his , freedom. The man protested her innocence, but he married her afterwards. I do not trouble very much about Margaret even now. I did not trouble about her at all then. My brain was in a mad whirl thinking of the time when Robert would come as a free man to me. I went away to the sea, which we loved, to wait for him. y He did not come. It was his Idea of my "goodness" and "delicacy" that delayed him, I suppose. He thought that I should not wish him to speak yet. I meant him to keep that Idea all our lives. I decided to go back to town and wait patiently till we met in the usual course of friendship. He was away in the country, I found. His mother told me. "You were a friend of Margaret's," she said, "but I think you wish for Robert's happiness." "Indeed,.' I said, "I do, Mrs. Carr. Believe me I was, and am, a friend of Robert's too. . . . He deserves happiness; and if it de pended on my wish " I drew a deep breath; wondered whether the foolish fellow feared that I would refuse him for some scruple, because I had been Margaret's friend. ... 1 "Then," she said, "you will like to know that he has it. . . . He is staying with the Reeds. There is no engagement yet; but he and Joyce. ..." I do not remember the rest. I found my self wiping my face with my handkerchief and feeling as if I had Just "come to" at the dentist' from laughing gas. "It is very hot," I said; "very hot . I feel as If something is sticking is my throat!" The Red Fisher knew what It was. (Copyright, 1921, by the Chicago Tribune.) labor. Princeton forest in Ontario. Of- by the woodsmen. He went on his When Chief Inspector Murray ficially it- is known as the Blenheim hands and knee and scurried the Joseph and George Eldridge, two arrived at the police station he ex- swamp. To the folks around the woodsmen, brothers, were chopping amined the body and observed that forest, and later to the world, it be- wood on the edge of "Dead Man's the victim was fresh from Britain, came known by its sinister and Swamp." The time was one day in as he wore British-cut clothes and gruesome name of "Dead Man's February, 1820. The particular tree undcrclojiics. But what baffled him Swamp." For years before the underbrush, but not a clue did he find. He spent eight days getting his face scratched by the bushes and his clothes covered with thick black (Turn to fags Ht, Column Three.) NEXT SUNDAY "Playing Safe" A story of romance and adven ture, by Henry C Rowland.