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About The Forest Grove express. (Forest Grove, Or.) 1916-1918 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 12, 1916)
/ pSTHDDSM «MAN W H O H W G Author of 'GheAMAIEÜR CRACKSMAN. RAFFLES. Etc. lauyrRATlONS by O. IR W IN M Y E R S C O P V T ÏIC H T *> tv » SYNOPSIS. — 2— Cazalet, on the steamer Kaiser Frits. homeward bound from Australia, cries out In his sleep that Henry Craven, who ten years before had ruined his father and himself, Is dead and finds that Hil ton Toys, who shares the stateroom with him. knows Craven and also Blanche Macnalr. a former neighbor and play mate. C H APTER m u II— Continued. It was a sorrv sample of his talk Hilton Toye did not usually ml* the ready metaphors that ne/ertheless had to satisfy an Inner censor, o f some austerity, before they were allowed to leave those deliberate lips. Yet now. In bis strange excitement, word and tone alike were on the level of the stage American's. It was not less than extraordinary. "You don't mean” — Cazalet seemed to bu swallowing— "about Henry Cra ven?” "Yep.” "You don’t mean to say he's— dead?’ "Last Wednesday n igh t!“ Toye looked at his paper, “ No, 1 guess I’m wrong. Seems It happened Wednes day, but he only passed away Sunday morning.” Cazalet still sat staring at him— there was not room for two of them on their feet— but Into his heavy stare there came a gleam of leaden wisdom "This was Thursday morning.” he sold, "so I didn't dream of It when It happened, after all." "You dreamed you saw him lying dead, and so he was,” said Toye. "The funeral's been today. I don't know, but that seems to me Just about the next nearest thing to seeing the crime perpetrated In a vision.” "C rim e!” cried Cazalet. "What crime?” "Murder, s ir !” said Hilton Toye "W illful, brutal, bloody murder! H ere’s the paper; better read It for yourself. I’m glad he wasn't a friend of yours, or mine either, but It’s a bad end even for your worst enemy.” The paper fluttered in Cazelet’s clutch as It had done In Toye's; but that was as natural as his puzzled frown over the cryptic allusions of a Journal that had dealt fully with the ascertainable facts in previous isfeues. Some few emerged between the lines. Henry Craven had received bis fatal Injuries on the Wednesday of the pre vious week. The thing had happened In his library, at or about half past seven In the evening; but how a crime, which was apparently a profound mys tery, had been timed to within a min ute of Its commission did not appear among the latest particulars. No ar rest had been made. No clue was men tioned, beyond the statement that the police were still searching for a defi nite Instrument with which It was evi dently assumed that the deed had been committed. There was In fact a close description of an unusual weapon, a special constable’s very special trun cheon. It had hung as a cherished tro phy on the library wall, from whiih it was missing, while the very Imprint of a silver shield, mounted on the thick end of the weapon, was stated to have been discovered on the scalp of the fractured skull.» But that was a little bit of special reporting, typical o f the enterprising sheet that Toye had pro cured. The Inquest, merely opened on the Monday, had been adjourned t<?the day o f issue. "We must get hold of an evening pa per,” said Cazalet “ Fancy his own ATTIRE OF MEXICAN^WOMEN Poorer Class Accept Without Protest Style of Dress Which Custom Has Dictated to Their Class. As to the women of peons, thetr dresa Is generally aomber hued and modest No scarlet blanket covers them, but a blue reboso, or shawl, which Is generally placed over the bead In lieu of a « a t The women of the poorer classes ac cept, with what to the foreigner seems almost a pathetic resignation, tn# style of dress which custom baa dic tated to their class. There is no aping of the rich In their attire Whether It be the fine lace mantilla or the Parisian hat which the fardlstant-from-ber señor ita wears, as In tempi# ot plaza she takea her dainty way, or the pretty frock or delicate shoes, the poor wom an of the peon, or the mujer of the petty shopkeeper, c u ts no anvloon flanca— but no, that would not be true! She oasts them, but she will not vtrlra to Imitate 'a there not some PO PP3 - /M E R R at C C W lP A A ty C ' famous truncheon! He had It mount ed and Inscribed himself, so that It shouldn't be forgotten how he’d fcught for law and order at Trafalgar Square! That was the man all o ver!” His voice and manner achieved the excessive indifference which the Eng lish type holds due from Itself after any excess of feeling Toye also was himself again, his alert mind working keenly yet darkly In his acute eyes. "1 wonder if it was a murder?" he speculated. "I bet it wasn't a delib erate murder.” “ What else could It have been?” "Kind of manslaughter. Deliberate murderers don't trust to chance weapons hanging on their victims’ walls ” “ You forget." said Cazalet, "that he was robbed as well.” "Do they claim that?" said Hilton Toye. ” 1 guess I skipped some Where does It say anything about his being robbed?" "H e re !” Cazalet had scanned the pa per eagerly; his finger drummed upon the place. " ‘The police,' " he read out, in some sort of triumph, “ 'have now been furnished with a full description of the missing watch and trinkets and the other articles believed to have been taken from the pockets of the de ceased.’ What's that but robbery?” "You ’re dead right," said Toye. “ I missed that somehow. Yet who In thunder tracks a man down to rob and murder him In his own home? But when you've brained a man. because you couldn’t keep your hands off him, you might deliberately do all the rest to make it seem like the work of thieves." Hilton Toye looked a Judge of de liberation as he measured bis Irrefut able words. He looked something more. Cazalet could not tear his blue eyes from the penetrating pair that met them with a somber twinkle, an enlightened gusto, quite uncomforta bly suggestive at such a moment. “ You aren’t a detective, by any chance, are you?” cried Cazalet, with clumsy humor. “ No, sir! But I’ve often thought 1 wouldn’t mind being one," said Toye, chuckling. “ I rather figure I might do something at It. If things don’t go my way In your old country, and they put up a big enough few ard, why, here’s a man I knew and a place 1 know, and 1 might have a mind to try my hand.” They went ashore together, and to the same hotel at Southampton for the night. Midnight found the chance pair with their legs under ths same heavy Victorian mahogany, devouring cold beef, ham and pickles as phlegmatlcal ly as commercial travelers who had never been off the Island In their lives. Yet surely Cazalet was less depressed than he had been before landing; the old English ale In a pewter tankard even elicited a few of those anecdotes and piuuant comparisons In which bis conversation was at Its best. It was at Its worst on general questions, or on concrete topics not Introduced by himself; and Into this category, per haps not unnaturally, fell such further particulars of the Thames Valley mys tery as were to be found In an evening paper at the Inn. They Included a frag mentary report of the adjourned in quest, and the actual cirer of such a reward, by the dead man's firm, for the apprehension ot bis murderer, as made Toye’s eyas glisten In his sa gaclous head. But Cazalet, though he had skimmed virtue In such non-emulation, or Is it but the spirit of a deadened race? Yet this rather somber and unattractive apparel Is found more among the peon class; the Indian girl in some parts or Mexico— as at Tehuantepec— wears a handsome native costume, derived from Aztec days, at holiday time. I the many-headed column before alt- Its hand at once, m the first Inquiry They don't give ! ting down to eupper, flatly declined to that comes along. j dlacuaa the tragedy hla first uljht out any description o f the man that ran away, but you bet lt’a being clr ashore. culated around every police office in thu United Kingdom.” C H A PTE R III. Cazalet said they would give It out fast enough if they bad it to give. By tn the Train. Discussion was Inevitable on the the way, he was surprised to see that way up to town next morning The the head gardener was the same who two strange friends, planted opposite had been at Uplands In his father's each other tn the first-class smoker, time; he must be getting an old man, traveled Inland simultaneously en and no doubt shakier on points of de grossed In a copious report of the tail than he would be likely to admit previous day's proceedings at the coro Cazrlet Instanced the alleged hearing of the gong as In Itself an unconvinc ner’s court. The medical evidence was valuable ing statement, it was well over a only as tracing the fatal blow to some hundred yards from the gates to the such weapon as the missing trun house, and there were no windows to cheon; the butler's evidence explained open in the hall where the gong would that the dinner-hour was seven thirty; be rung. “ 1've dreamed of the old spot so tnat, not five minutes before, he had seen his master come down-stairs and often," be said at length. " I ’m not enter the library, where, at seven fifty- thinking of the night before last— l five, on going to ask if he had heard meant In the bush—and now to think the gong, he had obtained no answer of a thing like this happening, there, hut found the door locked on the In in the old governor's den, of all side; that he had then hastened round places!” "Seems like a kind ot poetlo Jue- by the garden, and in through the French window, to discover the de tice,” said Hilton Toy«. “ It does. It Is !” cried Casalet, ceased gentleman lying In his blood. The head gardener, who lived In the fetching moist yet fiery eyes la from lodge, had sworn to having seen a the fields. "I said to you the other bare-headed man rush past his win night that Henry Craven never wae a dows and out of the gates about the white man. and 1 won't uusay it now. same hour, as he knew by the sound Nobody may ever know what he's dona ing of the gong up at the house; they to bring this upon him. But those who often heard it at the lodge, In warm really knew the man, and suffered (or weather when the windows were open, it, can guess the kind of thing!” "Exactly,” murmured Toye, as and the gardener swore that he him though he had Just said as much him self had heard it on this occasion The footman appeared to have been self. His dark eyes twinkled with de- less positive as to the time of a tele phone call he had answered, thought it was between four sad five, but re membered the conversation very well The gentleman had asked whether Mr. Craven was at home, had been told that he was out motoring, asked when he would be back, told he couldn't say. but before dinner some time, and what name should be given, whereupon the gentleman had rung off without an swering. The footman thought he was a gentleman, from the way he spoke But apparently the police had not yet succeeded tn tracing the call. “ Is it a difficult thing to do?" asked Cazalet, touching on this last point early In the discussion, which even he showed no wish to avoid this morning. He had dropped his paper, to find that Toye had already dropped his and was gazing at the flying English fields w ith thoughtful puckers about his som ber eyes " If you ask me,” he replied, ” 1 should like to know what wasn’t diffi cult connected with the telephone sys tem in this country! Why, you don't have a system, and that's all there Is to It. But It’s not at that end they’ll put the salt on their man.” “ Which end will It be. then?” “ The river end. That hat, or cap Do you see what the gardener says about the man who ran out bare headed? If he went and left his hat or his cap bphind him, that should be good enough in the long run. It’s the very worst thing you can leave. Ever hear of Franz Muller?” Cazalet had not heard of that Im portant notoriety, nor did his Ignor ance appear to trouble him at all, but It was becoming more and more clear that Toye took an almost unhealthy Interest In the theory and practise of violent crime. "Franz Muller," ho continued, “ left his hat behind him, only that and nothing more, but It brought him to the gallow'B even though he got over to the other side first He made the mistake of taking a slow steamer, and that’s Just about the one mistake thay never did make at Scotland Yard. Give them a nice, long, plain sailing stern- chase and they get there by bedtime— wireless or no w ireless!" But Cazalet was In no mind to dls cuss other crimes, old or new; and he closed the digression by asserting somewhat roundly that neither hat nor cap had been left behind In the only case that Interested him. “ Don’t be too sure.” said Toye "Even Scotland Yard doesn't snow all WITH ONE GREAT COMPOSER Handel Belonged to No School, Yet Had Styls His Own— Scolded Prince of Wales When Lata. German by birth, an Italian by sym pathy and traic'ng. an Englishman by residence and conformity, Handel be longed to no school, yet had a style The Costly Elevator. as unmistakably bis own as bad Dante Elevator or vertical travel for the In verse, Angelo In sculpture or average multistory factory, floor to Raphael In painting. floor, Is seldom over 15 feet, yet In StroDg. egotistic, self-willed, the traversing that distance, together wltn great composer was generally cheer starting, stopping, and with the same loading and unloading time, we can ful and good-ternp^fed, but vffilent when Irritated, and Indomitably proud travel in the same time an equivalent and Independent distance o f 100 'eet horizontally. One One who knew him well relates that factory manager, of an Inquiring turn when be was pleased with the way the of mind, estimated In bis particular plant that the cost of elevator service, music was going at one of his con wages o f operator, power, repairs and certs, bis enormous wig bad always a time consumed by men using the ele certain nod or vibration, and that al vator«, amounted to aoout 1 >er cent the Carlton bouse concerts he Would of hie payrolL— Engineering Magazine swear angrily If the ladles tn walling talked during the muelo— upon wblcn the prlnceee would check them, say. Never Worth While. tng. "Hush! Hush! Handel la angry He did not hesitate even to scold What the aelf-eeeker Bads Is never worth while the prince of Waleo for being Into at “ You Aren’t a Detective, by Chance, Are You?” Cried Cazalet. liberation and debate. "How long Is It, by the way, that they gave that clerk and friend of yours?” A keen look pressed the startling question; at least. It startled Cazalet. "You mean Scruton? What on earth made you think of him?" ’Talkin g of those who suffered foT being the dead man's friends, I guess," said Toye. “ Was it fourteen years?" ‘ ”f hat was I t ” “ But I guess fourteen doesn't mean fourteen, ordinarily, if a prisoner be haves himself?" * "A little more than ten.” “ Then Scruton may be out now?" •’Just" Toye A nodded with detestable aplomb. “ That glees you something to chew on,” said he. "O f course, I don't say he's our man— ” * "I should think you didn’t ! " cried Cazalet, white to the lips with sudden fury. HE CAUGHT A TA1TAR BOOK A G E N T MADE M I8 T A I T A C K L IN G LA W Y E R . IN Now He Knows How It Feels to Have to Listen to a Long, Proay Har- rangue Delivered Much as Parrot Talks. Having succeeded In gaining access to the lawyer's private office without disclosing tbe object of his call, the agent for tbe greatest history o f the world ever compiled started In to gain the favorable attention ot his prospec tive customer, “ ’Histories make men wise.’ Lord Bacon said,” began the salesman, and— ’’ “ I see,” Interrupted the lawyer, “ that you have called to invite my attention to the desirability of adding to my li brary a set of someone's superlatively marvelous history of the world, bound, no doubt. In cloth. In sheepskin and in full morocco. "You have told me that Bacon says histories make men wise,” he con tinued, "and no doubt you will tell me. also, that Bolingbroke said 'History Is philosophy teaching by examples.’ that Launartlne said ‘History teaches every thing, even the future,' that Cicero said ‘Not to know what has been hap pening in former times Is to continue always a child.' and that Carlyle said. 'History Is a mighty drama enacted upon the theater of time, with suns for lamps and eternity for a background.’ “ When you have finished quoting these more famous gentlemen you w ill no doubt begin then to give me some of your own reasons why 1 should no longer deprive myself of the liberal education to be gained by the mere association with such a set of books as you have done me the honor to intro duce. "There are several reasons why 1 do not care to subscribe," the lawyer pro ceeded, “ but I scorn to reply to ihe eminent authorities you huve quoted by simply giving the opinions and rea sons of an obscure twentieth century New York luwyer. Instead, permit me to remind you that Napoleon said, 'What is history hut a fable agreed upon?’ Also that Goethe said, ‘Bin writes history; goodness is silent.' Likewise that Voltaire wrote 'H istory Is little else than a picture of human crimes and misfortunes.' Further more that Lord Chesterfield said. 'H is tory Is only a confused heap of facta.’ And, lastly, that Horace W alpole wrote. 'Anything but history, for his tory must he false.' "1 thank you for your kind atten tion," concluded the lawyer, “ and I trust you will encounter no difficulty in finding your way out.” Twisting a Message. One of the methods of communicat ing from one officer to another in the trenches of the present great war Is to give the message to one of tbe pri vates and tell him to “ pass the word along” the line until It reaches Its des tination, viz., tbe officer at the other end. The following story will show how a serious message can be distort ed on Its journey from mouth to mouth: Lieutenant A., In charge of one end of the British line, told the private In front to “ pass the word along” to Lieu tenant B.: “ We are going to advance; can you send us re-enforcemenls?" When Lieutenant B. received the (TO BE CONTINUED.) message It was like this: “ We ar<* going to a dance; can you lend us> Man’s Real Worth. fourpence?” — i'ittsburgt; The prevailing fault of our time three and Is the estimating of manhood b ; the Chronicle-Telegraph accidents of life, rather than by Its Quite Suitable. essentials. Not what a man has or *T have found out that cur doctor Is wdiat happens to him; not wealth, nor noble blood, nor crowns, nor titles; a poet. Rather at variance with hts but the things that are In him and profession, Isn t it?" “ Not at all. On the contrary, quite shining through him— h'.s thoughts, motives, springs of action; these con consistent) Isn't poetry a drug in ths market T" stitute the man.— D. J. Burrell. Marines to Carry Canes. MaJ. Gin- Commandant George Bar nett of the United States Marine corps has sanctioned tbe carrying of swag ger sticks by marines when ashore In uniform or out of garrison. The Idea Fossilized Bacteria. Marvelous as were the discoveries Is borrowed from Cousin “ Tommy A t ot such prehistoric monsters as the kins” of the British army, and It Is thought that tbe carrying of the sticks mammoth, the mastodon and the atego will add distinction to the marine s al aaurus, they are now eclipsed by re ready attractive uniform. cent Investigations which show toe most minute microbes and bacteria Look High and Avoid 8narss. In fossil form. The ancestors of our Why. It Is asked, are there so many modern Infectious disease germs and spare*? That we may not By low, but microbes have been found In fossils may seek the things which are above. of the earliest Ilfs on earth Fossfl For Just as birds, eo long as they bacteria haVe been discovered in very cleave the upper air, are not easily ancient limestones collected by Dr caught, ao thou also, to long as thou Charles D. W alcott secretary of the lookeat at thing« above, wilt not eas Smithsonian Institution. In OallaAh ily be captured, whether by a anare or county, Montana. Tbs badarla cob by any other device of evil.—SL John •1st of Individual cella and apparent Chrysostom. chain* of cells 'which correspond in their physical appearance with the Flain Duty, cell« of micrococci, a form of beote “ The customhouse officer who la ria of today. The world baa believed visiting our Maud la bard to bring to that bacteria were modern ferma of tha point, but ha certainly la a Jewd life, but now we are made to resiles o f a man.” that they existed In tbe dawn of werld “ Then he ought to declare hlmsstt* history, many million year« m s a concert and "keeping all these* poor peoplf (the performers) so long from their scholars and other concerns.” & /