East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, October 30, 1916, DAILY EVENING EDITION, Image 9

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Newspaper Page TextPAGE NINS TEN PAGES DAILY EAST OREGONIAN, PENDLETON, OREGON, MONDAY, OCTOBER 30. 1916. For QVQi'y home A good oil heater chases the chill from cold corners. A gallon of PEARL OIL gives nine hours of cheery, odorless, intense heat. In blue or white enamel or plain black harmonizing with the finest surroundings. Prices: $3.75 to $7.75 Perfection Oil HeaierfePli, For best results use TTf V PEARL OIL For Salt fcjJ For Sale By GEORGE C. BAER 6 CO. W. J. CLARKE TAYLOR HARDWARE CO. RAIN rllKIMCTKn FOR KUtwr HALF OK WKKK WASHINGTON. Oct. 30. Pacific Statos Weather will be generally fair, except that ralna are probable In Washington, Oregon and extreme northern California the flmt half of the , week. Temperature will av- erage somewhat below the fa- tonal normal. . nocky Mountain ond Plateau Region 'A change to much colder weather will overspread these region Tuesday and Wed. nraday and temperatures will remain low thereafter during the week. 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Fruitola is a pure fruit oil that acta as an Intestinal lubricant and disintegrates the hardened par. tides that cause so much suffering, discharging the accumulated waste to KWONG HONG LOW lit Wrt,Alta St, Upttaln, Phone 43) kua COPYRICHT i q- 6 CMTCONSOUOATCD llH OaeoATiON Synopsis. rjARGLD 8TANLBY, reporter for JT1 a New York iuUy, owned by kit, father, ft im love with Florence Uontrote, daughter of Dr. Montrose, who has spent his life perfecting machine lo rejuvenate humanity, ttanlcy hat been working on the myf terlem murder of fourteen wealthy .Yew forcers, each strangle by 'eif of supernatural power. Ths lint view of the murderer it oft. . dined by Florence Uontrote, when ofnnJeVr father it made the victim M the fifteenth Crimson Btain mur ler in her home. In an attempt lo put Stanley out of the way because hv hi raited a hue and cry over hit father"! death, Pierre La Rue, the layor, runt into Florence ami dlt (. vers thai the recognizet him. La Uue't man Tanner kidnaps Florence. , -anley runt the flying auto down .-V to find that the girl hat been I into o Aypnolk' trance ami can CHAPTER THREE. The Eiokea SpelL S TUB two men bent over Sue trance-b;und girl as 9 Fells and Parrlsh listened I from beyond the portieres Klorence's wide eyes slowly closed, tier tense body relaxed Its rigid pose, ihe aank back, a foriurnly luert and ifeless little form, on the couch. "She Is dead!" gasped Harold Stan- y in horror. Parrlsh and Felix exchanged an other glance fraught with strange neaning. The detective turned on llfi heel and ailontly quitted ths iiowe. Felix giole to his own quar era. Dr. Montrose staggered rather than alked to the wall and tore from It tiny Venetian mirror. He held this unsteadily Just above Florence' tvhiui lips. As he glanced at the mir ror again, he sighed n utter relief. The smooth suriuce of ths glass was uturreU itw so little. i It ia her breath!" he exclaimed. 'She Is alive! She has merely sunk nto the secondary stage of the hyp notic, trance. She may lie like this weeks. She can never be aroused Irom it except by the man or woman who mesmerized her. There was little enough bope in his tone. Stanley promUod to call up '.very few hours to inquire for the patient Then, saying good-by, he re turned to his car and ordered, the -hauffeur to drive him back to Robert 'layton's studio. There he found Clayton stretched it on the floor; his head in Vanya ' ra's lap. The model was leaning nxlouely above hlf, bathing an ugly ...t on iiis temple. As Harold entered 'ie studio, she looked up. eagerly. lie is cowing 4ack to his senses," L:3 sold in pathetic gladness. "See! U eyes are opening and he is .cathing regularly again." 'How did this happen?" demanded -tiinlcy, glancing from her absolute. y innocent face to that of the slow v recovering artist "I was waiting here for him," ex "l .ined Vanya, "after you rushed 'tt so excitedly. All at once I heard . Kroun. It enme from behind the Ivan. I puklied the divan aside. Mr. Clayton lay there. cnge and bound. Tho 'njured man rose on one elbow tnd blinked dazedly around him. "What's happenedr1 he asked, his voice unrtecdy, his eyes dull. "Did ccmenne pm tee out? I I Oh, hello, Vnnya!" he broke off. "What's upf How do you happen to be here?" Harold said nothing. He scented mystery, although he no longer con nected Vanya with It. After making certain that Clayton was none the worse for his mishap Stanley left him to his fair volunteer nurse and .vent downtown to the office. "All this is mixed up, in some way, with the Crimson Stain," he mused, as he reviewed the afternoon's strange events. "I'm sure of that But oh. It doesn't make sense! I have the whole tangle in my hands, with no way of finding either end of it" The next day saw no change in Florence Montrose's condition. Still she lay as one dead; the faint blur on he mirror alone allowing that she breathed. Dr. Montrose quitted her , bedside only once. That was when Harold Stanley telephoned to him to learn If ah were better. Stanley, hearing of her continued urconsctousness, announced that he wss coming at once to the Montrose bouse to see her and to talk over a new plan of attack on the Crimson 8taln. The doctor assented, without Interest and returned to M daugh tr8 bedside. - For nearly an hour be sat thus, his eyes on Florence's lifeless face: his entire will power concentrated In an ftv,r tit Mnwnl the force that held her. and to bring her back to her senses. ' . . iu ttmmA mm HfieA. TTe chanced to took at a long mirror dl- rectly In front of him. In this mlrmr he saw that the door behind him win slowly onenmir. Moveless, astonished, he eat and watrhed. Oraduallv. through the widening tm ra sitnoed Into -"""" " ' V . . .v. tn room, ano stoou, j 'iiu threshed looking aoressj with a Socking grin, at Fkxrnea Hearing that aba war dead, be had stolen hither, ta alarm, to verify or dls trove the newa Cndar fha spell at La Rue's , the girl slowly roe to a sitting pos ter, end her dark eyes opened wtda w. t her eyw vera still tho of a sjeep-wslker. With a 011 Dr a flghtmf dofa .Dr. Montroa sprang to his feet and whirled about to confront La Rua The latter, not In the least minded The next installment of 'The Crim ) Novelized JyAlBtlXX PAYSON TEIUIUNx Xiom ilvc Consolidalcd Motion Pictuxc.Ttiumph. lwj' ... . rf to confront the doctor in this mood, darted back across the threshold, drawing shut the door behind him. Montrose, still swept by the flame of anger, snatched up a huge brazen jardiniere from a bedside table and hurled It with all his might after the escaping La Bus. The heavy missile whizzed through the air toward Its mark. But La Rue had been taunt too quick tor hi. clumsy crashed loudly against the newly closed door, shattering one Of ths thick panels and caroming noisily to the floor. The shock did for Florence what all the medical skill on earth could not have done. La, Rue's presence had partly aroused her. La Rue'a sudden panicky flight had shaken the hypnotist mind for a moment loose from its hold on the girl. The fearful racket of the jardiniere's impact against the door had completed the work of breaking the spell. Florence came to herself, with a little start of amazement, and stared around in wonder to find herself in bed. The last thing she remembered was looking Into Pierre La Rue's eyes at the studio the day before. As in the case of nest persons freed from hypnotic sleep, she felt none the worse for her experience. She waa, apparently, in her usual perfect health again. Harold Stanley, reaching the house, had been ushered into a reception room by Felix. As the servant was about to take his card up to Dr. Mont rose, a crash resounded from an upper floor. Harold, his nerves taut and tingling, bounded up the wide stair case in the direction of the sound ; just as Pierre La Rue glided, unseen, down the servants' staircase at the rear. Thus It was that Dr. Montrose, striding toward the door of the bed room, saw, through the smashed panel. Stanley hurrying down the hallway toward him. Instantly, be realized that his secret was in danger. And anger gave way to pitiful craftiness. Opening the broken door and greet ing the newcomer, he said, hastily: . "Sometimes a shock will arouse it hypnotized sleeper. I threw a jardi niere at the wall, hoping to wake Florence that way. My aim wo bad and It struck the door. I " "Dad," called a perplexed youn: voice behind him, "what in the woriu Is the matter-end what am I doing up here? I went to Robert's studio A cry of dum founded joy from both of them Interrupted her. She had sprung out Of bed and had wrapped a lace neglige about her. Thus clad, she was advancing toward them. "you are awake again!" cried Har old in delight, "You ore awoke!" "Why, of course, I'm awake, you silly boy," she answered, laughing. "Why shouldn't I be awake, in broad daylight? But how I happened to be in bed " "You have been 111. dear," evaded her father. "111." she repeated. "Why, I iel perfectly well. What nonsense! 1 " "No," quietly contradicted Harold, ignoring the look of appeal that the doctor flashed at him. "You have been hypnotised. Tou were just now awakened by" "Tou are right." she broke In. a flood of memory returning to her. "Tea, that was It I remember. It must have been hypnotism. I remem. her it all. And I've read about such things, too. But I never believed them. I was hypnotized He looked daen down through nv ' Into my very eouL And then iea to oe going mp. nv "Ha?" echoed Harold. "Who?" "I-I don't know. I had seen h m only once before. A red glow just like a ball oflre. flamed up Into bis syes and-" "The Crimson Stain!' cried Har. old. "The Crimson Stain! Tell n about him! Tou must try to remem- a i w v " . "I eouldnt forget atngl detanef ft If I tried." "ear- shudder, tng. "I went to Bob Clayton's studio tor my first sitting, hod wi there. But this nan waa 1 cried out but he cs" ht me by the shoul ders and lor down Into my eye The next thin tnw you were com. tag- down the . ...I toward thl room. font now." "Ton say you'd seen hhn saee be ttor." Harold reminded bar. "Whoa and where?" Sh hesitate. na; men, xo ner .on Kialu Mystery" will appear In astonishment, she found she oeuld apeak of the subject, upon which hitherto La Rue power had held her dumb. "I aaw him the night your father died," she answered. "It waa be who lulled him. I came Into the dining, room just ahead of you and Bob. This man was strangling your father. He looked at me his eyes were nar- tagdranished through the But," excitedly demanded Harold, "you never told us! Why not? "I I tried to," she faltered. "Oh, so hard I tried tot But there seemed a seal on my lipa I " "Please describe the man as closely as you can," Harold went on, turning to the girl. "We want every detail." "No, no!" protested the doctor. "Not now. She is too weak too exhausted by the trance to be allowed to talk any longer." "V.hy, Dad!" laughed Florence, Tm nothing of the sort And I'll gladly describe him. Besides, it may save other people 'rum becoming Crimson Stain victims. Or, perhaps, now that you are so close on his trail the Crimson Stain murders have stopped! There hasn't been one of them since" "Since last night" supplemented Harold. "Last night!" cried Florence and her father. "Tell us," Insisted Florence, while her father stared in dumb ruieery at the speaker. "You remember the tumbledown old Lent house, just above the Bronx?" vent on Stanley. "The haunted house we used to call It Florence, yon and I went there on a picnic once when we were kida And you've both heard the rumors, of ct -se, that Hiram Lent kept big sums of money there, because he didn't trust banks. He has lived there alone, ever since I can remember. ' Well, just before midnight, last evening, he was found lying dead across his doorstep. Some people in an automobile lost their way back to town and they stopped at this shanty to ask the route. They found him there, dead. HI whole house had been ransacked. And and the marks of the Crimson Stain grip were on his wizened old throat" "Horrible! gnc ' I Dr. Montrose, is own throat sanded with terror. "I'm going there this afteruoou," continued Harold, "and look the ground over, in person." "Take me with you!" was Florence's unexpected plea. Her father broke out in a terce refusal. "I'll try to stop here on my way, if I can make time to," Harold told her when he rose to go. "And then, if the doctor will let you, we'll run down there toge.her." On the walk leading through the grounds to the street Stanley was stirrrised to meet Vanya Tosca com-i- oward the house. At the sight ii ,ni she flushed with genuine em barrassment. Having fared to Mont rose for a new supply of the impera tively needful drug, she was not over pleased to be recognized. "I I come to see if Miss Montrose is better," she faltered, as she 'took Stanley's hand. "I heard you telling Mr. Clayton she was ill." It was flimsy excuse, but It roused no suspicion in Harold's abstracted mind. Releasing her hand, he said: "She Is very much better. IX you're going back to town, can I give you a lift In my car?" Vanya hesitated. Then her quick eye noted that Florence was watch ing them In genuine perplexity from the window of her room. Spitefully glad to sting the girl with jealousy, Vanya gushingly accepted the Invita tion. Florence, with a queer little tug at her heartstrings, saw them re Into the car and drive off together. "Is there anything new In that Crimson Stain crusade your news, paper is waging?" asked Vanya idly, as she and Stanley n eared the city. lea, repi "Tea" replied Harold, with some imuMu t menc jew. That s "There I a lot that's why rm hurrytat back to the office' And be told her what he had learned from Florence concerning the Crimson Stain. Tanya listened with polite tn tereet then rhsnged the subject; and presently left the car on the pretext of having a catt to pay In Bedford Park. Two minute later she was In a drug store telephone booth. An hour later 1MH)fKHlfJ DWUli livm a sh and Tanner and on or two rther wWcloeeted with Pierre La Rue In .he uany She lank back, a forlornly inert and lifeless little form, on the couch. the big room at the back of Tinner's upper East Side apartment. Pierre waa speaking. 'This news changes everything," he waa saying. "And we must meet it the only way It can be met But it seems Florence Montrose can describe me too well, and she's likely to point me ont to the first policeman. If ever he happens to meet me on the street. wha woe. she's .ikely to see m. And then everything will go to smash. We must lose bar." - "The finger bracelet V asked Vanya unconcernedly. "No," refused Pierre. "That's too risky, for they'll be watching her. Tou say she wants Stanley to take her to the Lent bouse this afternoon? Well save him the trouble. Take her there yourself. Tanner. Tou and Phelps. I'U give you your Instruction later. Take her there, tie her there, and have with you one of the cut little torpe does I taught you how to make." "More bomb work!" sputtered Tan ner, quite without enthusiasm. "More bomb work," assented La Rue. "It sweeps as clean as a new broom. It doesn't even leave trace for people to get nosey about If it's strong enough. And ours are strong enough. It'll take her out of our way. And Itll take the Lent house out of our way. The police are studying that house too carefully today. I don't like it We did a fairly clean job. But we were there for an hour or more. And we may have left traces that they'll blunder onto. Even the cleverest man is apt to." "I don't like the Job," grumbled Tanner. "Why don't you try the hypnotism again?" "Too unsafe. Yon saw how it worked out this time. Hypnotism is tike chemistry. There is always an "unknown quantity' In it The best chemist is always liable to be blown sky-high with his own familiar chem icals. And the best hypnotism my self, if yon like is apt to lose his hold over his subject Just as I've done today. Now, there's nothing subtle or doubtful about the right sort of a bomb." "I don't like it" reiterated Tanner sulkily. Pierre stepped a little closer to him. There was no change in the expres sion of La Rue's masklike face. But the strange crimson light began to flame in his eyea Tanner shrank back; all the bluster gone from him. "Ob, I'll do it all right!" he mut tered. "But how'll we pet her there?" "I told you," said La Rus, pleas antly, "that I'd give you your in structions later." We turned again to Vanya. "We'll try to make up today," said ha "for our bungle of yesterday at Clayton's studio. I want you to get Stanley there at 2 o'clock this after noon. I'll be there at quarter past I won't trust any outsiders to help us out today. Tou say Clayton and he always have a highball or a thimble ful of cordial when Stanley ormes to the studio. If you're good at all you ought to be able to put enough of our slumber-drops In their drinks to have them both safe asleep by the time I get there. The rest will be so sim ple that even a bonehead like Tanner could do It "But Mr. Stanley won't be able to be at the studio this afternoon," ob jected Vanja. "He's going up to the Lent house and " "Perhaps I spok so Indistinctly that you didn't understand me," purred La Roe. "I said: "Oct Stan ley there." Vanya subsided, with a murmur. As Harold Stanley was anoint to leave the office at one-thirty, to go uptown In his gmy roadster. Yanya Rosea summoned him to the tele phone. "Tve just com from Bob Clayton's studio," she said, worriedly, "and I dont at all like the way he looks aftsr bis accident of yesterday. Won't you please stop In there for five minutes on your way uptown? Dont any I asked you to. Just tell him you dropped In for a drink and a clgaret with him. And then look him over carefully, without hi sus pecting. I think he needs a doctor. If you teO him so he may send for one. B want do It for ma" When Stanley strolled into the stu dlo a little later, Vanya was posing for th. "Delilah" picture and Clay- tn. fcn at his easel. Exceot for a patch of plaster on th fore- head. Harold could not se that th November I. artist looked any the worse for hk mishap. "Rest!" Clayton bade his modsL Then going across to meet Harold, be exclaimed: "It's awfully decent of you to drop down down on us like this, when you're so busy. Have a drink." 4 "Walt!" called Vanya, running Into the adjoining kitchenette. "I'll get the highballs for you. Men are so awkward!" t X minute later she came fcack bearing a tray containing three glasses, a siphon and a little bowl of cracked Ice. "Men are awkward, eht" acoffsd Clayton. "How about women f You've actually poured the Scotch Into the glasses instead of bringing ns the bottle." i 1 did It," she defended nereelf.1 "because you both would take too much if I left you pour it yourselvea" "Who's getting the 'misses' and children's size' drink?" he asked, pointing to one glass which had bare, ly a spoonful of whisky In it. "That' mine," she announced. 1 hate the smelly, stinging stuff, so I take as little as possible. . Say when." The glasses were charged, and Clay. ' ton raised his to hi lips. Stanley reached for the glass Vanya had tiled tor him, and lifted it abruptly. Generations of men have wondered why a seemingly useless trio of but. ton are aewn on each sleeve of a coat On of them caught on the edge of the table a he lifted hi arm to drink. The Jerk knocked the glasa out of hi band, and it smashed on the floor, cascodicff his toots with. Scotch and carbonic. "Rottenly careless of met" be apologized, "I'm sorry." "Never mind," consoled Vanya Til get you another." "No, thanks," he said, "1 most run cn. I just dropped In to say 'hello.' Bob, you're looking better than I ex pected. Good-by." ton .mm do wT in" "SmSS Ue went out; just as Robert Oar A tittle earlier, Florence Montrose loceived a note, brought to her by a man in chauffeur' livery and whose car waited at the port cochere . She recognized Harold Stanley strong handwriting and, opening; the enve lope, she read: "I am in terrible trouble, here at the old Lent house, I can't explain in this nota But for the sak of all our old time friendship I beg yon to help me by coming her at one. The bearer of this note, can be trusted. H win bring you to m, in hi car. H. B." Impulsively, the girl obeyed the im ploring summons from her old play, fellow. Thrusting the note hurriedly into the bosom of her dress, she ran upstairs for her hat and gloves. The note fell from its resting place as shs ran, and it lay (unnoticed by ths ex cited girl) on th fioorway of the lower hall. And there, five minutes later, Har old Stanley found it Stanley, reaching the Montrose home, to take Florence with him to the Lent house, stood waiting In the hall, while a servant went upstairs to look for her. There his eye fell idly on the twisted sheet of paper. "The Lent house!" ho shouted to his chauffeur. "Break every speed law la the statute books, and get m there!" Florence meantime had made good time in the strange car that had come for her. Once, as they neared the Bronx, she chanced to look back, and aw in the distance a gray roadster caierning along in a cloud of its own dust at break-neck pace. But she was too mucb troubled as to Harold Stan ley's fat to give the whirling gray car a second thought Presently her automobile stopped In front of the dilapidated Lent house. She Jumped out. hurried up the weed-grown walk and entered the hovel, the chauffeur at her heela Just inside the door she waa con fronted by a man she had never be fore seen. In his hands he held sev eral lengths of tough silken cord. As her eyes fell on Tanner the chauffeur seized her from behind and strove to force a gag into her mouth, while Tanner, striding forward, caught both her hands and began to wind one of the cords around her wrists. The girl struggled furiously In th grasp of the two. A second later she heard some one else dash into the house, whirlwind fashh-n. And she had a glimpse of Harold Stanley as the latter flung himself upon Tan ner. The chauffeur, loosing his hold on Florence, advanced toward the bat tling men and put his hand to his pistol pocket. Florence, scarce know lug what she did, snatched up afl earthen jar from the floor beelde her and brought it down with all her sinuous young strength upon th chauffeur's head. He fell like a dead man under th blow. Tanner, beneath th Impetus of Stanley's fist sprawled alongside his confederate less baa ' second later. "Come!" said Stanley, throwing a protecting arm around Florence and drawing her out of the house with him. "Let's get away from this while the 'getting is still good. There may be a dozen more of those chap-, around here." He helped her Into th car, whtrii sped 08 with them from the pert Inn vicinity, not a second too soon. Tanner, at the same time, srram bang; panlo-stricken. to hi feet and. without a backward look at his unv conscious comrade, bolted out of the hut's back door and plunged at fall speed through th tangle of briars that lay behind It. As he ran, an explosion sect hit tumbling to earth again, with a fly ing storm of debris petting him he fell Looking back at sound of the d tonatlon Haro Id saw JU "'b?u n r-J, of yellow flams, crumble into aota- lnrtlsxaa. "'"rx.,v... VVYT n, (TO BE CONTINUED NKXT WEEK) MiejiiinRimiM'JUllUHUIIUIIIlMIIIIIIIIHIIIItllllllllWIIU jfjirfi'