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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton New Era, 1915-01-14, Page 7 (2)ae: Thnrsday, January 4th, 1915. ass cl,INTOIti NEW ERA 11!IIPII! 11?1IMItillt11111?11111! 11111! • There is a Cold day Coining Why not prepare for it by ordering' your winter supply of Lehigh Valley Coalanone better in -the world A. J. Holloway, ,Clinton ilf11!IttIttitti1111rIllii11011!IltIlt BUSINESS AND SHORTHAND Subjects taught by expert instructor!, at the ey1.}:2 Lz.rvotli:LTAT. Students assisted to positions. College in session from Sept. 1st. Catalogue free. Enter any time. J.W. Westervelt J. W. Westervelt, Jr. Principal chartered Accountant 19 Woe -erected 'CENTRAL aag STRATFORD. ONT. Ontario's best Practical Train- ing School. We have thorough courses and experienced instructors in each of our three departments. Commercial, Shorthand, and Telegraphy Our graduates succeeds and you should get our large, free catalogue. Write for it at once D. A. 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McClure .don'tknow but what we bught to do it anyhow." The other two shifted their p005 - tion, so adroitly that Tom could not stir. Another blinding flash, and an exclamation from the man kneeling *anon his arms. "By cripes, Mr. Caine! It's the fel- low we passed in the sailboat!" "The devil!" exclaimed Callis, who seemed to be the one in authority. "That settles his haeh. We'll just ake him to the old man." Then Tom was unceremoniously rolled over upon his face, his arms jerked rudely back and held securely, while his wrists were tied tightly to- gether. Next he was lifted to his feet, the powerful grasp on either arm never relaxing in the slightest degree, and was so held while a third hand- kerchief was found over his eyes. He did not submit tamely to these indignities, but as his oppoeitlon was confined to angry curses and threats, It was worse than futile. He sputtered and fumed and swore until Callie in- terrupted him, • "If you don't cut that out," he an- nounced with an air of finality, "I'll gag you." And Tom perforce fell silent, though he continued to seethe and age inwardly. ; "March, you," ordered Callis's curt 'voice, the command being emphasized by a vigorous push that sent him stumbling helplessly forward. The' ;firm hands held him, bowever, and he ;moved through the tempest and the night under their guiding impulse. To Tom the adventure was taking Ion the aspect of a nightmare. All sense of direction was lost; not an - 'other word was spoken by any of the incongruous party. He tripped over obstructions and splashed through puddles, and now and then stepped unwittingly into depressions- with a jar that clicked his teeth together and wrenched his neck until his head ached. Round and round his captors Seemed to be leading him -they had long ago turned aside from the road, he was positive; his brain whirled and he staggered drunkenly. Only once did he attempt resistance, and •stopped abruptly when his helpless 'condition demonstrated the futility of any such move on his part. The wind had died down, but the 'ash]still poured a torrent and the !thunder rumbled and rolled so that all the night was full of the sound. After what seemed, an interminable 'time, Tom's feet collided, with a hol- low reverberation, against a wooden stop. He mounted three of them, and RANK IVANS 1"John l What Has Happened? Who FW I. This?" TERMS CASH: PHONE 192 4I1aninstant was out of the rain and storm. He surmised that he was upon' 'a porch, and next that he was beini AAAAAAAAAALAAAA•AAAA/LitAAAAI :conducted through a doorway into a 4 r house. ' el 4 riunvanunilinie E 14 . 1 ed See and here our finest p. 9fr New Stylish designs of Doherty Pianos' 'and : 1 Organs, •special value. in Art • Cases • : Pianos and organs rent • • choice new Edison 4, phonographs, Music & variety goods. E 4 miusie,Einporiuni, A sudden feminine ecream, half - 'Suppressed, startled him. Then a girl's agitated voice -and a most re- markably sweet voice, it seemed to • "John! What has happened? Who's! this?" ' And Callis replied: "Don't be fright, pned, is Jessie. Where's youfl anther?" a Miss Jeseie- did not answer thiel II 'question. it seemed to Tom that aJ number of people 'had crowded into{ !the hall during this ebrief colloquy. Ile heard a running 'Of feminine gresses and excited 'feminine whispere Inge, denoting that at least two wom-' Cn. were talking, nearby.. Then Callis commanded the other two of his, cap- tors to "hold him tight," as • if they treore not doing so already. After this ie sensed that Callis..moved away from him, and he rowelled standing, us sodden as a drowned , man, while the, water trickled 'from his clothes ,and onto the, floor. Manifestly he was being made the subject of quitel a lively debate, which ettine to a ':inettlen end when Callie ad - 4 1"Say, Yon, who are you? 'What's I p your !lame?" • ,.. p 'Dainn you!" leeped hotly from 1 ' 4 C, I -Imre' ..' a 1 e Tom's lips. "Free my hands and I'll n Is • print it on your face you og el se i. Here! None of that!" another . WirVIVIrereVripvvvvirrvvvvvvvvv, Coolt's Cotton Root ComPovil. safe, reliable reaulatine t medics/1o. Sold. ibli1,hro2 g'‘ rir52‘,)1541`Peg5,51;er'bo'i'. Sold bypop0ell .1rueritglet:,,i genet: 0000 p'ofap:Ite3t.P hiXess: Tug COOK Mai:0160NC 60., R Gilt, .0aser masculine voice warned sharply. "There are ladies here." "They're In deuced poor company," snarled Tom. "Gag him," Callis briefly command- ed. "Here, take thie." But there was an interruption. Tom heard a girl's voice -not Jessie's, who - weer Jessie might be, but one infinite- ly svveeter, say; "Wait." The request SYM Made .9914PasadlY. eaelad Vasa Aftik-e* Don t waste time on Inferi- or salves because they're a few cents cheaper. I have proved aameBuk best for Emma, Piles, Side Diseases, and Injuries. As a mother, you owe it to your family to use the best, that's Zeal -Bute! 50e box. AR Druggirls and Stores. .tv.vE„ E.RBAL HEALER Tom fancied that the—sweETio1c4ii owner was approaching him. Next second he was sure of it. • "Will you not tell us who you are and why you were following Mr. baths?" • Tom's sole concern at that moment 'was a profound regret that he could not see the speaker. Her voice was 'so sweet, so soft and well-bred, that he knew she must be beautiful. "I would be only too glad to tell you," Tom returned, "if it would not at the same time give some satisfac- tion to the thugs and hold-up crooks Svho are present. Please pardon me- in the circumstances." There was a silent pause, then a gasp from the gilt "It can't be!" he heard her exclaim in a whisper that was fairly alive with astonishment. It did not occur to Tom to wonder ' What she meant. "But it is," he replied whimsically, also in a whisper. "Won't yon release ;me? -or at least remove this ban.' dage?" • No reply was vouchsafed him, no further speech from the pulse -disturb - big voice. In the soft, silky susurra- tion of her skirts there was a quality that signified grace and lightness of carriage; in the faint, exquisite fra- grance of her presence a something that rose to his head with the subtle intoxication of ether. She had left ' He heard Jessie, in a subdued voice, ask: "What did he say to you?" Whether or not the other girl re- sponded he did not know. The situa- tion was brought to an abrupt close by the man called Callis. "Take him upstairs," that worthy gruffly ordered -"the front room. You may take off the bandage after he's in the dark. Tie his feet with it. And make sure his hands aro good and fast." He was being pushed forward again. He stumbled against the bot- tom step, was rudely jerked to his feet, and then propelled upward. "There is no use being so rough," he heard the sweeter -voiced girl cry, with a note oC indignation. "Mr, Cai- ne, tell those men to be more gentle." After thee the ascent of the stairs was made easier. Up two flights went co eti ve and captors. Presently a aeor was opened, and under the bui- pelIto cf a violent Shove Tom went sprawling to the floor. The bandage was whipped from his eyes, and his ankle deftly bound. The rough tumble hurt and dazed him. Dimly he heard the door shut, and the click of a bolt dropping into i ts socket. Then--stillnese and darkness of the tomb. BOOK 11: - The Carew Case, C1-1APTER I. The Man of Iron, Whoever it was that dubbed Theo- dore Van Vechten the "Man of Iron," he displayed a pretty wit. For the phrase was deseriptive of ...the man, both figuratively and literally. His offices were in New Street, just off of Wall, and quite close to the Stock Exchange; a location unrivaled for his purposes, which were both tremendous and infinitely various. He has also been likened to a fat epider lurking in the midst of his 'web, the filaments of which radiate in all di- rections throughout the contiguous territory, and every one of them guiding a steady stream of gold into the Van Vechten coffers. Theodore Van Vechten. typified Power. 'There was, first of all, the prestige of the enormous Van Vechten for- tune; and thee the regulation and 811. pervieion of all the money, stocks and bowie within rifle shot Of his office;„, which is to say, the entire country, for even the United States sub -treas- ury -its parent also for that mat- ter -is not excluded from this sweep- ing statement. As head of the Consolidated Metals Company, he was a shining target for the United States Attorney.Genera1 and, it is no doubt needle, to add, an invulnerable target. There was not a metal article manufactured and marketed, from a pin or a wire clothesline to a locomotive, motor -car or battleship, that did not contribute along one or another of the web's fila- ments to the aforementioned Van Vechten fortune. Hence, literally, he wast the "Man of Iron." He was a big 1338.11 physically as wen as mentally, which wee ao it ,llhoitld have been. His aotdvtity dee waded prodighnie Plunsteal strength end vitality, and these two: heater* IN ltaa makeeep, together lel* aft aide* Ihle will showed neyer ggle • musauseft r uoufily as in •hie habitual reserve, hie eteadY, miewerelng eelflassurance, which made 'obstacles of no more im- 'portanoe than so an Sheetsf pc per opposed to a speeding laullet, As for his personal appearanee, its' general effect was one of iron, gray- ness: the smooth -shaven lips were a that scarcely rev n'poke; thevene lare en line spoke; the bare chin was square mas- sive, iron -like, and the cloeely trimmed gray "sideboaids" were well- nigh eclipsed by these more salient featufee, Hie eyes, under a thatch of gray brows, were siniply, a metallic glitter beyond whose surface no man had ever seen. His moments of weak- . nese, if he had any, would have been another man's strength. Thele was Only one person who had ever been wholly at ease in this man's presences -his nephew, Rudolph Van Vechten. Of the hundred who came into and went out of the New Street offices, this young man alone seemed wholly oblivious of the fact, or indif- ferent to it, that Theodore Van Vech- ten had but to utter the word, and he would be extinguished. Rudolph paid his uncle a visit On the Monday afternoon that Torn Phin- neY was cruising around Long Island Sound in his friend's catboat. He entered the inner shrine, and of course found his uncle busy. The cir- cumstance was pointed out to him. Rudolph ignored the other two men pree ent. "I see that you are," he retorted carelessly, "and I am sorry that I have to intrude. But you always are engaged, you know, and it would be idiotic to wait. I'll hurry up, and get through." The forceful regard rested pointed- ly upon the young man's monogramed cigarette. Unmoved, Rudolph flipped it away. Pardon me," he said; "I forgot your aversion. I came to see you about Paige." Perhaps ten seconds it was that Mr, Van Vechten considered. Then - "Can you take dinner with me?" "Home?" This was an invitation which any one of New York's industrial captains would have coveted. Nevertheless Rudolph heiitated. Mentally, he ran over his engagements. He knew there was nothing of sufficient importance to interfere with an acceptance, but he did not fancy dining tete-a-teto with his uncle in the ,gloomy Fifth Avenue palace -untenanted, save by the latter and an army of servants. So, with a comprehensive gesture that took in the two men (though he did not so much as glance at them), he said: "Can't you chuck it?" "Chuck it!" echoed Mr. Van Vech- ten, blankly. "Yes. Postpone for a minute or two whatever you are doing now. It's too beastly hot to go anywhere." The Man of Iron simply glared. What words could affect such sub- litnely unconscious cheek? The two strangers, who ltnew that they were not the objects of that look, eat with bated breath ; but Rudolph seemed se- renely unaware of it. Rudolph's request, however, from hie standpoint was not impudent, His uncle was under mora of an obliga- tion to concern himself about Paige Carew than he was, for Paige was the elder man's niece and ward. Venlig Van Vechien recognized the fact that Theodore Van Vechten was a man of multitudinous affairs; he was willing to make any reasonable eacrifice to accommodate him; but when it canis to throwing over all his own plans and loafing here in the city without defi- nite information concerning hie cous- in's intentions, why, he considered he had a right to protest when and where he chose. If. he only knew upon what boat she intended sailing, it would be an easy matter to run down to town for a day, meet her and Mrs. Devereaux and carry the two away with him. It was the uncertainty that eendered him vexed and impatient. Gradually Mr. Van Vechten's brain bridged the wide gap between matters commercial and those immediately af- fecting his own houeehold, and he rec- ognized the justice of his nephew's attitude. The thin, inflexible lips even shadowed a smile at the temerity that had exacted his attention. One of these Hawn who sat humbly waiting here was no less a pereonage than the president of the Continental Union 3anking and Trust Company; the other was head of the Atlas Safe Company, a concern tributary to and allied with Consolidated' Metals, and which had of late Monopolized Theo- dore Van Vechteneefostering care, In the world of finance and commerce theirs were names to conjure with; here they were merely, lieutenants awaiting their captain's pleasure. "Well?" Mr, Van Vechten :it. last broke the silence. Rudolph was brief and to the point. "Last Saturday ended the third week since Paige and Josephine \left Paris for London. an a letter mailed just before starting, Paige linformed me that she expected to, remain ihi England two or three weeks -three ,at the longest -and mentioned a num- her of friende she proposed visiting, ISoine I know, and some I don't. Since !then I have had no word from her: 'have you?" Mr, Van Vechten pressed a button. (It might have controlled the door in. &Amid of the clerk, So promptly did the latter appear. To him he said: "Have Timmons get out thelatest Devereeux letters, and show them to Mr. Van Vechten when he comes out." And turning to the young man again: "I suppose it will be impossible for me to knock oft to meet them. And this uncertainty about a sailing date is disarranging your plans-h'm, I see. If you could cable--" "To what address? How woutd Continued next Week. CASTO R IA For Infants and Children In Use For Ovor 30 Years Always bears 'the Signature of of44e 0 Trade mark of quality U Grafonolas and records 109 RADE IN CANADA ;tc********* Turkey's Army Is Under Control of A German General ******************ae* When Turkey was dragged into war as an alley of the dual alliance of Austria-Hungary and Germany it brought into action an army which, in careful preparation for the present war, is commanded by a German general. General Otto K. V. Liman von Sanders, commander-in-chief of the Sultan's forces, is a German officer who won high rank in his own coun- try. He was born in 1 8 5 5,' the son GEN. VON SANDERS. of a Carl Liman, a gentleman farm. er. He studied at the Frederick Wil- liam gymnasium at Berlin and enter- ed the German army in 1874 as a private soldier. Later he spent four years at the military academy and on graduation was made lieutenant of dragoons in the regular establish- ment. Froth this on his advance was fairly rapid. Three years ago he became lieutenant -general. Turkey's disasters in the Balkan war showed the need of reform in the Ottoman army, and Germany was asked for • a competent man to re- organize the forces of the Sultan. General Limati von Sanders was recomnaerided by the Kaiser's general staff as the most competent organ- izer in the German army. He was made a pasha of high rank and given complete control of the Turkish army. The name Von Sanders was added to that of Liman by consent of the council of nobility when he married Amelia von Sanders. A Tailgate Elxperience. A mile and a half crawl with five bullets in his body under artillery and rifle fire was the experience of Private Dan Hurst of the Coldstream Guardel. Writing to his wife, Hurst says: "Deal fret over me. I, have five wounds, but I am a lucky chap to be here .to tell the tale, for if the shell which hit me in the chest. had ex- ploded a bit lower I would have been killed outright. It rained in tor- rents all night, and the Germans put sentries with bayonets over us. "On Wednesday they removed us to the far side of a haystack out of their line of fire so we could not get hit, but one of the British shells ex- ploded near us, and of course I got hit. We thought it best to make a dash far it. I could not walk and hr ad to crawl on my hands and knees with my wound:: bleeding, and while I was 'crawling away they started to fire on us. There were six of us who started, but only two of us finished. Our trenches were only a mile and ,a half away, bat it took us four hours to crawl there." "We Aro No Longer Men." • A letter written by a private found in a Gormee trench saes: "You have ne idea of onr fatigues and pri- vatimss during the last fortnight. For this het fear dapis we lame bad to :support as cereals:ay tee of Ueda- ceivalfte violence. The solid earth roieaniy peneasn euessieg shells. • "Every day hundredof shy ecan. radee ,have, been carried away dead or wounded, If it does not lielluii soon those not killed will dIsapPeter gradnellY, There is a limit to our endurance. "The French villages we pass through are ruins, not a bit to eat or drink in them. We are no longer men; the war makes brigands of'us." A Curious Revival By F. A. MITCHEL. One day a man of uncertain appea once, so far as age was concerned galled at a dwelling that is considered a landnaark on the northern end o Manhattan Island and asked for the lady et the house. Mrs. Van Valkin- burgh, the occupant, asked her daugh- ter Edith to go down and see what he • wanted, She did so, and tbe moment . she looked at him she started. He was of medium height, very thin and of a leathery complexion. His eyes were deep set in his head and had a peculiar glitter, such as is seen in the eyes of one who has gone a long while without sleep. As to his age, he might have been twenty-five, and he might have been seventy-five. "Pardon the intrusion," he said. "Many years ago I left this house, which was then my home, to attend lectures at a university in Germany. I have not been here since." It seemed to Mess Van Valkinburgh that she listened to a Punch and Judy figure. Never had she heard or dream- ed of such a voice. The vocal tubes seemed to be dry and stiff. The lady involuntarily cleared her throat, as if to limber that of her visitor. "Will you be seated?" she said. "Thank you," replied the man, who was dressed like a gentleman of lash - ion of half a century ago. ,As he spoke helooked about him. "You rent the house, do you not?" he said. "Yes, but why do you infer that?" "The furniture is changed, but some of the pictures that were hung on the walls hang there now. That"-poina Ing to a portrait -"Is my father." The picture referred to represented a 'maanadeoeftlaal'atysa.id . the lady, beginning to quire inwardly at being alone with this singular person. "Yes; when I went abroad I bade him goodby in this very room. We little thought that we should never meet again." These last words were intended to be spoken in n sod tone, They sound- ed like a street organ playing "Annie Laurie," the pipes refusing to respond at the words "I'd lay me doon and dee," giving instead a series of croaks, Mies Van Valkinburgh was glued to her chair in terror. "It was my craze for science," he continued in tones something like those of a boy whose twice was changing - the first part a high equeak, the last a subterranean rumble. "That was a time when thinkers were beginning to 'wonder if life might, not be ereserved in a subconscious condition. The man with whom I studied, Dr. Schuickel- friedheire- • The last syllable of this extended ' name was cut off by n violent fit of coughing. It sounded to Miss Van Valkinburgh as if a cat had been caught in a leather pipe and was strangling. She did not know whether to ery for help or to take up a bellows that stood beside the fireplace and blow a Passage through his windpipe. Before she could decide the paroxysm was over. The gentleman leaned back in els chair, holding his handkerchief to his mouth. There was every evidence of tears from the violent coughing except' the tears. His eyes seemed as dry as his throat, "1 was speaking," be said presently, "of Professor SchnIck"- "Yes, yes, I know whom you mean; don't try it again," interposed the lis- tener. "He was s *wonderful man," "He must have been," Miss Van Val- kinburgh hastened to put in, dreading lest another mention of his name might bring about another paroxysm. "Half a century before our wonder workers of the Institute For Original Research learned bow to introduce the organs of one living being into another. Professor"- . 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I am in good health anal have two little girls."---Mrs.R.B.Cman,Beatrice,Neb. 'Isere was a weira loom in tue teems eyes, the look of one about to tumble into a grave, that proved the limit of Miss Van Valkinburgh's endurance. "Excuse me for one moment," she said and. hurried out of the room. She hunted for the butler to go and get the visitor out of the house before he collapsed, but the butler had gone out on an errand. She spent some time telephoning for assistance; but. not knowing just what she wanted, there was no result. Then she took a peep into the parlor to find it vacant, The visitor had gone. The next morning* in the loft of the stable the eoncinenn discovered a leathery looking thing resembling an Egyptian niummy. On searching it a paper MIS found pinned on the vest reeler the cone buttoned over it, on w beet was written: The body of Edward Warren Scher- merhorn. Desecrated by Professor Carl Selmielcelfriedheimer Pee le Ism ',wenn tely for SeiPliee, a worker in the Institute For °Heinle Ilesenrch got Wind of the 1111111(11 1111(1 SlItqw(1K1 in getting possession of the mummy. It is nut ocr 11110W11 what disposition tem been !mete of It. Now, Will) revived Mr. Seheitmer- borm and how did ne mange to get back to the home or Me Youth? That: is the mystery of this story. Children Ory EOR FLETCHER'S CASTOFRIA THE TRAP DRUMMER. He's a Real Worker In His Way, but He is Also a Trust. It is great to watch a trap player in a band. One who did not know would think that he kept a junk store and had gone crazy. He has a bass drum and a snare drum and a cymbal and a triangle and some sleighbells and a Sandpaper din- kus and heaven knows what all. He plays all these at once or sepa- rately, as the case may be. And he does it as :inn as if he were a centi- pede. We always wonder as we watch him where he keeps his other hands. "Forewarned is forearmed," but he must have been forewarned and spell- ed it wrong. He will watch the orches- tra leader like a hawk, and at a given signal he will drop the pot lid he is, beating and take a few pokes at ait egg beater or a nutmeg grater. A. trap drammer's sheet of music must read funny. We firmly believe he could take a handsaw, an ice cream freezer, a jack plane, a free hook, a wash boiler, bottle of ink and a curtain rod and play the "Star Spangled Ban- ner" on them, carrying all four parts. He will be tickling the ribs of the' triangle when the expression of the leader's face changes or he gives his •batonic chair leg a wilder swing down- ward and "Blain, blam!" he swats the eternal daylights out of a bass drum. Then, while he is taking a rest from the bass drum, he rolls on the kettle- drum and stops it hurriedly to rub two pieces of sandpaper together briskly. Nobody but himself ever knows what he will do next. Ile is a noise trust, a combination ht restraint of the musical trad,, if he were to play only one instru- ment instead of ail the lot about elevea ether willing. members of the mast- eiens' onion would get jobs, We love the tree dremmer, bit down with Mtn! He is Ilur worst industrial Momtee.-Ind19n9150110 n r. Children Cry FOR FLETCHER'S OASTORIA Generoeity still .abounds. As roof of this we notice some pail- thropist has preceeted Bro. Looney, Of &he Ripley Express. ith a bag cef turnips. Hope he uy now 'be able to beet out the ,tigh cost of living.