Lincoln County leader., August 11, 1911, Image 3

SERIAL
J STORY CJ
PICTURES BY A. WEIL
The
BRASS
BOWL
By LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE
(Copyright lWI.Tba Bobb -rrlll Co.)
SYNOPSIS.
"Mad" Dah Maitland, on reaching his
New York bachelor club, met an attrac
tive young woman at the door. Janitor
O'Hagan assured him no one had been
within that day. Dan discovered a wom
an's finger prints In dust on his desk,
along with a letter from his attorney.
Maitland dined with Bannerman, his at
torney. Dan set out for Greenfields, to
get. his family Jewels. Maitland. on
reaching home, surprised lady in gray,
cracking the safe containing his gems.
She, apparently, took him for a well
known crook, Daniel Anlsty. Half-hypnotized,
Mnitlqnd opened his safe, took
therefrom the jewels, and gave them to
her. first forming a partnership In crime.
The real Dan Anisty, sought by police of
the world, appeared. Maitland overcame
him. He and the girl went to New York
In her auto. He had the Jewels. She
was to meet him that day. A "Mr.
Snalth" introduced himself as a detec
tive. To shield the girl in gray, Maitland,
about to show him the Jewels, supposedly
lost, was felled by a blow from "Snalth's"
cane. The latter proved to be Anlsty
himself and he secured the gems. Anlsty,
who was Maitland's double, masqueraded
as the latter. The criminal kept Mait
land's engagement with the girl In gray.
He gave her the gems. The girl In gray
visited Maitland's apartments during his
absence and returned gems. Maitland,
without cash, called up his home and
heard a woman's voice expostulating.
Anlsty, disguised as Maitland, tried to
wring from her the location of the gems.
A crash was heard at the front door.
Maitland overwhelmed the crook, allow
ing him to escape to shield the young
woman. The girl In gray made her es
cape. Jumping Into a cab. An instant
later, by working a ruse, Anlsty was at
her side. He took her to Attorney Ban
nerman's office. There, by torture, he
tried In vnln to wring from her the loca
tion of th gems. He left her a moment
and she 'phoned O'Hagan. only getting In
the words: "Tell Mr. Maitland under the
brass bowl," the hiding place In the let
ter's rooms, when Anlsty heard her
words. Bannerman also was revealed as
a crook. He and Anisty set out to secure
the gems and leave town. The girl was
still imprisoned. Maitland finding the girl
gone, searched Ills rooms and unearthed
the Jewels under the brass howl. He
f truc k Anisty's. trail in a big office bulki
ng, where Anlsty was killed. Maitland
and girl In gray confessed love for each
other. To shield her Dan told Hickey she
was Mrs. Maitland. Bannerman died a
self-confessed thief.
CHAPTER XVII. Continued.
"You dropped it In the trupk-closet.
I found it there. There is something
of mine in it?"
Dumb with misery, she nodded; and
after a little: "You didn't look, oi
course."
"I had no right," he said, shortly.
"Other men wo-would have thought
they had the right. I th-think you
had, the circumstances considered. At
all events, steadying her voice, "I
say you have, now. I give you that
right. Please go and investigate that
hand bag, Mr. Maitland. I wish you to."
He turned and stared at her curious
ly. "I don't know what to think," he
said. "I can not believe "
"You niu-must believe. I have no
right to profit by your disbelief. Dear
Mr. Maitland, you have been kind to
nie, very kind to me; do me this last
kindness, if you will."
The young face turned to him was
gravely and perilously sweet; very
nearly he forgot all else. But that
she would not have.
"Do this for me. What you will find
will explain everthing. You will un
derstand. Perhaps" timidly "perhaps-
j$o'u may even find it In your
heart to forgive when you understand.
If you should, my card-case is in the
bag, and " She faltered, biting her
lip cruelly to steady a voice quivering
with restrained sobs. "Please, please
go at once, and and see for yourself!"
she implored him passionately.
Of a sudden he found himself re
solved. Indeed, he fancied that it
were dangerous to oppose her; she
was "overwrought, on the verge of los
ing her command of self. She wished
this thing, and though with all his soul
he hated it, he would do as she de
sired.
"Very well," he assented quietly
"Shall I stop the cab now?"
"Please."
He tapped on the roof of the han
som and told the cabby to draw in at
the next corner. Thus he was put
down not far from his home below
the Thirty-third street grade.
Neither spoke as he alighted, and
she believed that he was leaving her
In displeasure and abhorrence; but he
had only stepped behind the cab for a
moment to speak to the driver. In a
moment he was back, standing by the
step with one hand on the apron and
staring In very earnestly and soberly
at the shadowed sweetness of her pal
lid face, that gleamed in the gloom
there like some pale, shy, sad flower.
Could there be evil combined with
such sheer loveliness, with features
that in every line bodied . forth the
purity of the spirit that abode within?
In the soul of blm he could not believe
that a thief's nature fed canker-like at
the heart of a woman so divinely,
naively dear and desirable. And he
would not. '
"Won't you let me go?"
"Just a minute. I I should like to
If I find that you have done nothing
so very dreadful," he laughed uneasi
ly, "do you wish to know?"
You know I do." She could not
help saying that, letting him see that
far into her heart.
"You spoke of my calling, I believe.
That means to-morrow afternoon, at
the earliest. May I not call you up on
the telephone?"
"The number Is in the! book," she
said in a tremulous voice. .
"And your name in the card-case?"
"Yes."
"And If I should call In half an
hour?';
"O, I shall not sleep until I know!
Good night!"
"Good night! Drive on, cabby."
He stood, smiling queerly, until the
hansom, climbing the Park Avenue
hill, vanished over its shoulder. Then
swung about and with an eager step
retraced his way to his rooms, very
confident that God was in his heaven
and all well with the world. v
III.
The cab stopped. The girl rose
and descended to the walk. The driver
touched his hat and reined the horse
away. "Good night, ma'am," he bade
her, cheerfully. And she told him
"Good night" in her turn.
For a moment she seemed a bit hesi
tant and fearful, left thus alone. The
house in front of which she stood, like
"This js Daniel Maitland , . Sylvia!"
its neighbors, reared a high facade to
the tender, star-lit sky, its windows,
with drawn shades and no lights, wear
ing a singular look of blind patience,
It had a high stoop and a sunken
area. There was a dull glow in -one
of the basement windows.
It was very late or extremely early.
The moon was down, though its place
was in some way filled by the golden
disk of the clock in the Grand Central
station's tower. The air was Impreg'
nated with the sweet and fragrant
breath of the new-born day. In the
tunnel beneath the street a trolley car
rumbled and whined and clanked lone
soniely. i A stray cat wandered out of
a cross street with the air of a sea'
soned debauchee; stopped, scratched
itself with inimitable abandon, and
suddenly, mysteriously alarmed at
nothing, turned itself into a streak of
shadow that fled across the street and
vanished. And, as if affected by Its
terror, the gray glri slipped silently
into the area and tapped at the lighted
window.
Almost Immediately the gate was
cautiously opened. A woman's head
looked out, with suspicion. "Oh, thank
Heavings!" it said, with abrupt fer
vor. "I was afraid It mightn't be you,
Miss Sylvia. I'm so glad you're back.
There ain't hasn't been a minute
these past two nights that I haven't
been in a fidget."
The girl laughed quietly and passed
through the gateway (which was
closed behind her) into the basement
hall, where she lingered a brief mo
ment. "My father, Annie?" she Inquired.
"He ain't hasn't stirred since you
went out, Miss Sylvia. He's sleepin'
peaceful as a lamb."
"Everything is all right, then?"
"Now that you're home, It is, praises
be!" The servant secured the Inner
door and turned up the gas-.-" "Not if I
was to be given notice to-morrow
mornln," she announced, firmly, "will
I ever consent to be a party to such
goln's-on another night."
"There will be no occasion, Annie,"
said the girl. "Thank you, and good
night."
A resigned sigh "Good night, Miss
Sylvia" followed her up the stairs.
She went very cautiously, careful to
brush against no article of movable
furniture in the halls, at pains to make
no noise on the stairs. At the door of
her father's room on the second, floor
she stopped and listened for a full mo
ment; but he was sleeping as quietly,
as soundly, as t!ie servant had de
clared. Then on, more hurriedly, up
another flight, to her own room, where
she turned on the electric bulb in
panic haste. For it had Just occurred
to her that the telephone bell might
ring before she could change her cloth
ing .and get downstairs and shut her
self into the library, whose closed door
would prevent the bell from being
audible through the house.
In less than ten minutes she was
stealing silently down to the drawing
room floor again, quiet as a spirit of
the night. The library door shut with
out a sound; for the first time she
breathed freely. Then, pressing the
button on the wall, she switched on
the light in the drop-lamp on the cen
ter table. The telephone stood be
side it.
She drew up a chair and sat down
near the instrument, ready to lift the
receiver oft Its hook the Instant the
bell began to sound; and waited, the
soft light burning In the loosened
tresses of her hair, enhancing the soft
color that pulsed In her cheeks, fading
before the joy that lived in her eyes
when she hoped.
For she dared hope at times; and
at times could not but fear. So greatly
had she dared, who greatly loved, so
heavy upon her untarnished heart was
the burden of the sin that she had put
upon it, because she loved. Perhaps
he would not call; perhaps the world
was to turn cold and be forever gray
to her eyes. He was even then decid
ing; at that, very moment her happl
neBS hung in the scales of his mercy.
If he could forgive.
There was a click. And her face
flamed scarlet, as hastily she lifted the
receiver to her ear. The armature
buzzed sharply. Then central's voice
cut the stillness.
"Hello! Nine-o-flveone?" .
"Yes."
"Wait a minute."
She waited, breathless, in a quiver.
The silence sang upon the wire, the
silence of the night through which he
was groping toward her.
"Hello! Is this nineo "
"Yes, yes!" .
"Is this the residence of Alexander
C. Graeme?"
"Yes." The syllable almost choked
her.
"Is this Miss Graeme at the 'phone?"
"It is."
"Miss Sylvia Graeme?"
"Yes."
"This is Daniel Maitland Sylvia!"
"As if I did not know your voice!"
she cried, involuntarily.
There followed a little pause; and In
her throat the pulses tightened and
drummed.
"I have opened the bag, Sylvia "
"Please go on."
"And I've sounded the depths of
your hideous infamy!"
"Oh!" He was laughing.
"I've done more. I've made a burnt
offering within the last five minutes.
Can you guess what it is?"
"I I don't want to guess! I want
to be told." '
"A burnt offering on the altar of
your happiness, dear. The papers in
the case of the Dougherty Investment
Company no longer exist."
"Dan!"
"Sylvia Does It please you?"
"Don't you know? How can It do
anything but please me? If you knew
how I have suffered because my fa
ther suffered, fearing the No, but
you must listen! Dan, it was wearing
him down to his grave, and I
thought "
"You thought that if you could get
the papers and give thm to him "
"Yes. I could see no harm, because
he was as innocent as you "
"Of course. But why didn't you ask
me?"
Record for
From Field to Table in Just Twenty
Three Minutes.
Biscuits made from, flour of which
the plump heads of grain nodded lazily
In the morning sun 22 minutes before
is a performance recorded at Waits
burg, Wash., south of Spokane. It Is
believed to be a world's record.
The wheat was cut on a hillside
farm owned by N. B. Atkinson, presi
dent of the Washington State Farm
ers' Educational and Co-operative
union, two miles from town, was
ground into flour at the Preston-Par-ton
mill and baked by A. Beck. Fifty
residents of the town, including Mayor
R. M. Breeze, R. H. Osborne,! former
ly prosecuting attorney of Walla
Walla county; E. L. Wheeler, editor
of the Waltsburg' Times, and P. B.
Morrow, general merchant. The three
last named were official timekeepers.
The varied stages of the operation of
converting standing grain Into bis
cuit and the time follows:
"Ho did, and you refused."
"But how could I tell, Sylvia, that
you were his daughter, and that I
should "
"Hush! Central will hear!"
"Central's got other things to do,
besides listening to early morning con
fabulations. I love you."
"Dan."
"Yes?"
"I love to hear you say so, dear."
"Please say that last word over
again. I didn't get It."
"Dear."
"And that means that you'll mar
ry me?"
A pause.
"I say, that means"
"I heard you, Dan." '
"But it does, doesn't it?"
"Yes."
"When?"
"Whenever you please."
"I'll come up now."
"Don't be a silly."
"Well, when then? To-day?"
"Yes no!"
"But when?"
"To-morrow I mean next week I
mean next month."
"No; to-day at four. I'll call for
you."
"But, Dan."
'.'Sweetheart!"
"But you mustn't! How can I "
"Easily enough. There's the Little
Church-Around-the-Corner "
"But I've nothing to wear!"
"Oh!"
Another pause.
"Dan. You don't wish it truly?"
"I do wish It, truly. To-day, at four.
The Church of the Transfiguration.
Yes, I'll scare up a best man if you'
find bridesmaids. Now you will, won't
you?"
"I If you wish it, dear."
"I'll have to ask you to repeat that."
"I shan't. There!"
"Very well," meekly. "But will you
tell me one thing, please?"
"What Is It?"
"Where on earth did you get hold
of that kit of tools?"
She laughed softly. "My big brother
caught a burglar once, and kept the
kit for a remembrance. I borrowed
them."
"Give me your big brother's address
and I'll send 'em back with my thanks
No, by George! I won't, either. I've
as much right to keep 'em as he has
on that principle."
And again she laughed, very gently
and happily. Dear God, that such hap
piness could come to one!
"Sylvia?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Do you love me?"
"I think you may believe it, when
I sit here at four o'clock In-the morn
ing, listening to a silly boy talk non
sense over a telephone wire."
"But I want to hear you say so!"
"But central "
"I tell you central has other things
to do!"
At this juncture the voice of central,
jaded and acidulated, broke in curtly:
"Are you through?"
Tin-: KNP.
Butter Boxes Made of Straw.
In future the boxes containing but
ter shipped from Queensland to Great
Britain are to be made of straw, and
a 50,000 company has been formed
to work the business. Butter boxes
hitherto have been made of pine, but
the drain upon this timber, owing to
the heavy exports, have been so se
vere that the wood Is rapidly going
up In price. In one month (March,
1908) over 50,000 boxes of butter from
Queensland arrived In Englnnd
1,250 tons, worth 140,000. In the
new box a mixture of kaolin and straw
is used, it can be produced and sold
for Is. At present 3,000,000 boxes are
used In Australia annually, costing
200,000. The new box will save
the dairy industry about 40,000 a
year, as the material for manufactur
ing the hot can be grown in the pad
dock which supports a cow. It
weighs about 10 pounds, being damp
proof and odorless.
Hot Biscuits
9:03 Ripe wheat standing in the
field.
9:04 First head clipped from the
straw by the heading machine.
9:08 Grain started Into the cylin
der of the thrashing machine.
9:11 Four sacks thrashed, sacked,
sewed and loaded unto automobile.
9:14 Grain received at mill, two
miles from field, weighed and dropped
into the receiving hopper; four sacks
weighing 535 pounds.
9:19 First flour appeared at pack
er having traveled 640 feet in the ma
chinery. A. Beck, baker, began mix
ing flour, baking powder and water
Into dough.
9:21 Molded dough In pans placed
Into oven.
, 9:23 Two sacks of flour ground,
sacked and Bewed, ready for market.
9:26 Biscuit taken from the even,
buttered and distributed among wit
nesses. Spokane Correspondent Chi
cago Journal
TIPS FOR THE KITCHEN
USEFUL SUGGESTIONS FOR THH
PRACTICAL HOUSEWIFE.
Wrinkles That Will Make Work Easier
and Help In Keeping Things Clear
Some Help for
the Cook. '
Cand'es burn better and more slow
ly If they have been stored In a dry
place six or seven weeks before they
are used.
If grease is spilled on the kitchen
table, cover the spot at once With salt,
which will prevent the grease soaking
Into the wood.
To prevent a gas stove from rusting,
as they will do if care is not taken,
rub the entire Inside with a flannel
cloth which has been saturated with
sweet oil.
When there Is much coal dust in the
cellar it should be mixed with sawdust
moisten with paraffin. Form this lnta
balls the size of an orange, and use
for banking up a Are.
To keep sandwich cakes from rising
In the center spread the mixture away
from the ' center of the tin towards
the sides, and the cake will come out
of the oven beautifully light and quite
even.
For restoring a sponge that has be
come slimy to Its former cleanliness,
dissolve a tablespoonful of sea salt in
a quart of hot water. Soak thesponge
In this mixture until it Is quite cold,
then rinse out in several clear wa
ters. To clean a frying pan after fish or
onions boil out the pan with soda wa
ter, wash It clean, then put on the flra
and shake a little oatmeal in; leave
this to brown; after, wipe out with a
dish cloth; all unpleasant taste of
smell will have vanished.
When we put new oilcloth on the ta
ble in less than a week the corner
are cut, and therefore make the cloth
look shabby. Now, to prevent this Just
paste a piece of new calico under the
corners of your cloth, and you will
find in sir' months later your cloth will
be no worse.
To remove the deposit fro.n the In
side of tea kettles, fill the kettle with
water, add to It i draw of salam
nionlac. Let It boll for an hour, when
the fur, or petrified substance found on
the metal, will be dissolved and can ba
easily removed. Itlnse the kettle out
well, then boil out once or twice before
using the contents.
Celery should always be allowed to
He In cold watetr to which a little
salt must be added for an1 hour befora
It is required for the table. This will
make it very crisp. When peeling
onions begin at the root end and peei
upwards, and they will scarcely affect
the eyes. Always put the sugar used
in a pie In the center of the fruit, not
at the top, as this makes the pl
sodden.
Chestnuts With Macaroni.
Roast a dozen flue chestnuts in thelf
shells, peel and pound them to a paste.
Season with a small teaspoon of salt
and put them into a stewpan with
eight ounces of macaroni, previously
boiled and drained according to the
recipe tor boiling macaroni. Add three
ounces of butter and a large onion un
cut. Shake the whole well together
and stir round in pan for ten or twelve
minutes. If dry, pour in a tablespoon
of milk and mix ngnln until hot, then
remove the onion and dish the maca
roni. Cover it well with equal quanti
ties of grated parmesan and fine bread
crumbs and brown lightly in the oven
or before the fire. Butter should be
run over the top.
To Clean Embroidery.
Dip a camel's-hair brush in spirits
of wine and brush all over the em
broidery until 'it is quite clean. The
brush should be frequently rinsed in
some spare spirits, in another glass, '
to remove the dirt.
The embroidery need not be taken
off the garment or piece.
Peach Rice Pudding.
Steam one cup of rice with three
cups of milk until the rice Is very ten
der and soft, Add one-half teaspoonful
of Bait. Take the cover off and let
the steam escape, leaving the rice
dry and separate. Stir carefully with
a fork. Keep It hot until time to
serve. Then place on a shallow dish,
make several slight hollows in it and
slip Into each a whole canned peach or
apricot. Mix the sirup of the peach
with an equal amount of cream. Add
sugar to taste and serve as a sauce.
Ham With Stewed Veal.
Cut a slice of ham with cutlet and
trim them as nicely as possible to the
same shape. Cook them In the stew
pan and Berve them with the ham laid
upon the cutlet. Dish them in a clrcl
and pour the sauce in the middle.
8tonlng Raisin.
Rob a little butter or other grease
over your fingers before beginning and
you will be able to stone them with
little trouble. A little butter should
also be rubbed ou the blade of the
knit.