The Gate city journal., April 24, 1925, Image 2

THK GATE CITY JOl’RNAI
"How I Decorated
7 Rooms at a Cost
of less than $1.00
a Room”
MY FAVORITE
STORIES
By IRVIN S. COBB
“ Last fall I tried my hand at redecorat*
ing the walls o f my home, using King
Wall Finish. I was surprised at the pleas-
Ing results. It took me less than an houi
to do most of the rooms. When starting out l meant
to try only two o f the seven but things went so
easily that l did them all in just the colors I have
wished to have for so long. The tones are so pleas­
ing and fresh that they brighten my whole house.
Iam sorry I put off doing this work for so long. I
had thought it an expensive undertaking, but the
cost was less than a dollar per room.”
(C o p y rig h t.)
Where the Real Fault Lay
CHAPTER X II— Continued
— 18—
She lit her lamp, hut her fingers
slipped over the glass, and It fell to
the floor with a crash that startled
all the echoes In the old building. The
smoky wrick flared up. Joan turned It
down with difficulty until the blaze
was extinguished, and staggered to
the bed, amazed at her weakness.
She could not keep her eyelids
open, and she let them close wearily.
But sleep wus far from her, and still
she listened.
And after while an
unmistakable sound reached
her.
Somewhere within the Institute she
heard a key turn In a lock.
It was the slightest distant sound,
but It cut the darkness like a knife.
And to her mind, the sound, which
might meun nothing, might be, Indeed,
the key of Lancaster’s door, seemed
like the snap of a trap.
She slept and could not waken. Or,
rather, she did not sleep, could not
have slept; yet sleep hud paralyzed
her limbs and left her brain un­
touched ; and her mind seemed preter-
naturally acute, so that she felt and
saw everything that was happening in
the building.
Someone was coming along the pas­
sage, us on that night before. The
hand was upon the door. Through
her closed and paralyzed eyelldfeuJoan
yet seemed to see the figure of a
madwoman.
Something was In her
hand. It was the revolver which Joan
had left upon the little table be­
side her.
Mrs. Dana stood over her, the
weapon aimed at her, while her eyes
•ought her face.
Was she dreaming? Joan had wait­
ed through agony of centuries, and the
woman was gone. Once more there
was silence everywhere. And still she
lay there, helpless, feeling all and
knowing all, and that it had been no
dream, but the prelude of worse to
come.
It was strange, but she did not once
picture Lancaster as In danger.
It
was as if the unchained spirit of evil,
impotent to harm him, sought another
victim.
She waited, It seemed for
aeons. And the the blow fell.
She heard a man’s screurn of fear,
dinned through her ears distantly,
with the accompanying ¡ystol shot.
Yet she was unable to stir, and It
passed Into her memory, as of some­
thing infinitely long ago. Presently
there came the hum of voices, chatter­
ing cries, bare feet that run wildly
along the corridor without, hands at
her door.
It was Mrs. Fraser’s voice. Now,
with a mighty effort, Joan shook her­
self free from the spell. She stag­
gered from the bed and groped her
way across the room.
Nobody was at the door now, but
when she unlocked It a whirl of smoke
burst in. Smoke tilled the passage.
Upon the floor beneath a woman was
screaming. There were voices out­
side, nnd the sound of men running
along the passages, but Joan could
not locate them.
She staggered through the smoke,
feeling for tlie stairs. It Minded her.
She fell Into n wall, felt a rigid body
before her, and perceived dimly Mrs.
liana's face, wearing a look of exal­
tation.
She had come too far; she had
reached the door of Mrs. Dana’s room.
Through n break In the smoke cloud
Joan saw that the door was closed.
Behind It someone was hammering.
Then Myers’ screams broke through
the din and confusion, lie was bat­
tering against the door, and the strong
door, built to resist such pressure, re­
fused to yield. His cries were terrl
fylng.
Under the door came little
creeping tongues of flame.
Joan caught at Mrs. Dana. “ Come
with m e!” she mumbled. “ Come!”
The woman stood rigid as a statue.
She felt like marble to the touch, but
there was (lie same exaltation upon
her face.
“ Open the door!’’ whispered J^an
with her last strength, and pointed.
“ Open it I Somebody Is locked In­
side.”
Myers was yelling as Joan had once
heard a horse yell, trapped In a burn­
ing stable. The wood of the door was
smoldering. Joan tried to reach the
key. But the rigid body barred her
way.
Then she heard her name called
through the «moke. At the cry Mrs.
Dana snatched the key fmm the lock
sud began to run along the corridor.
Joan saw her dimly through »he on
wrapping smoke. She staggered, and
fell Into Lancaster’s arms.
That was her last effort. Incapable
of speech, she felt him bear her along
the passage, wiiere the smoge clouds
were now shot through with streaks
of flame. They thickened about her.
laincaster was carrying her down the
stains now, while hungry flames
sprang at them from the walls and
floor. He was staggering drunkenly
when they reached the hall below
He placed her on the grass, and
plunged back Inro the flames. The In­
stitute was sblsse. Are streamed from
the roof and windows
A group of
▼Ulsters, clustered upon the lawn,
looked on helplessly. Joan saw Jen­
kins, leading the matron, approaching
ter. sbs tried to tell him that Las
caster had gone back ; ahe could not
speak, but he understood her.
“The doctor’s safe,” he said, and as
he spoke Joan saw Lancaster among
a group of men who had gathered
about something wrapped in a blanket.
He rose and came to her. That wus
all Joan remembered.
And for days and nights her memo­
ries of the past w'ere cut short with
Lancaster’s return that night, home
back by the power of her love flung
across the miles between them. She
knew that he lived, and as the night­
mare of the end filtered Into her mind
there came with It the sense of an
abiding peace, as If the past was dead,
with all its terrors.
Sometimes she felt that Lancaster
was beside her; but when at last com­
plete consciousness returned Joan
found herself in bed in a strange
house.
Through the windows she
could see the outlines of the familiar
mountains, gilded In the red sunset
glow against the blue of the sky. Be­
side her sat a figure which seemed to
be so remotely of the past that It was
difficult to refrain from laughing at
the Incongruity of the sight.
It was Jenkins, with his black head.
As Joan stirred he turned toward her.
“ That’s right, Mis» Wentworth,” he
said heartily. “ Now you’ ve rounded
She Stajflered and Fell Into Lancas­
ter's Arms.
the corner, and I reckon the lane lies
straight before you.”
“ The doctor did not steal that
money,” murmured Joan weakly.
Jenkins luughed as if her words
amused him immensely. “ Why, Miss
Wentworth, you’ve been saying that
to me every time you woke these five
days past,” he said, “ but I couldn’t
ever get you to tell me how you
knew it.”
“ I don’t remember saying It be­
fore," said Joan.
“ I reckon you’ve been pretty weak,
Miss Wentworth. But tell me now
how you know it.”
“ I don’t know. Why, yes, of course
I do. Doctor Lancaster couldn’t steal
anything. Where Is he?”
“ I’ll fetch him, Miss Wentworth. He
wants to see you; he’s been sitting
beside you for days waiting till you
really woke up.”
“ I’m not burned, Doctor Jenkins?”
asked Joan in alarm.
“ Not the least little bit. Miss Went­
worth. I’ll bring you a mirror.’’
“ No, I take you on trust. What
made me so 111, Doctor Jenkins?”
The doctor hesitated. The old ob­
stinate look began to close down on
his features. But Joan caught him
by the ann Ingratiatingly.
“Come, now, tell me,” she said.
“ Did he— did he Inject morphine Into
me?’’
“ No, Miss Wentworth,” said Jen­
kins, unable to hold out. “ It wasn’t
morphine. It was curare— the stuff
that puralyzes the motor nerves with­
out destroying consciousness.”
His
face grew somber. “ It doesn’t leave
traces, as morphine does, and that
devil had put It Into morphine bottles
and made the doctor think he was a
morphine fiend. They hoped to kilt
him more quickly, but somehow he got
used to it, and I guess they were
at their wits’ ends when you came
along. But I ’ll call the doctor. Miss
Wentworth."
When he was gone Joan lay back
on her pillows, looking out into the
mountains. She knew what had oc­
curred that night; in her drugged
state she had seen the whole dread­
ful picture: Myers unlocking Mrs.
Dana’s door and leading her to her
own room, where slie had obtained
the revolver; her journey to Lancas­
ter’s room, bent on her dreadful mis­
sion ; the murder of Lawson, In the
room opposite, instead, for reasons
which would never he known, but
were certainly providential.
She saw further, by the same In­
tuition which told her that it had been
Mrs. Dana’s body wrapped In the blan­
ket upon the lawn. Myers, knowing her
to be drugged, and believing Lancas­
ter dead, had waited in Mrs. Dana’s
room and given her the matches, on
her return, with which to start the
fire, hoping thus to make sure of his
victims and cover up his tracks. And
he had fallen into the trap he had
baited. Strong as he was, there must
have been a stronger Power fighting
him with Mrs. Dana’s arms that night,
when she turned the key In the lock
and left him to die as he had willed
Joan should die.
But Joan knew that no word of this
would ever pass between Lancaster
und her. And Indeed, as she lay back
and looked across the fields toward
the mountains, she felt that something
had turned that page, so that It had
become not only of the dead past, but
unreal In a way, and only the present
peace existed.
She heard a quick step without.
Lancaster stood In the doorway, came
toward her, kneeled at her side and
took her hands in his. And with that
even the memories of the past became
tenuous, half forgotten.
“ Dear, It has come true,” he said
tenderly.
She lay happily In his arms, look­
ing out all the time toward the sunset
on the hills. There was so little to
say, because their lives were only be­
ginning.
“ I don’t want to go back to Avon-
mouth,” she said at length.
“ Nor I, Joun. This is our country.”
“ It must ulways be our country.
But—but the fight, John?”
“ I have stolen a march on you, my
deur,” he answered gayly. “ I have
fought out my fight while you were ill.
I have resigned from the hospital; no­
body guesses anything there; and 1
have convinced the trustees here, bj
my appearunce, and by the presenta­
tion of certain pupers happily discov­
ered after the fire, that I am a re­
sponsible, moral person, honest enough
to head the new institute which we
are going to bylid—guess where!”
She looked at him. Then—
“ That village In the mountains,”
she cried happily. “ Where our lives
really began.
I could not wish for
anything better.**
“ And the patient Is going to he out
porter. And Doctor Jenkins will lie
house surgeon, resident, with his wife
—Joun, he didn’t tell you about Mrs.
Fraser?
Jenkins!
Jenkins!”
Hi»
voice rang through the little house.
“ Come In at once and face the fire
like a man. Instead of slinking away
Into your consulting-room, you rufilan-
ly young benedict!”
[T H E END]
The tourist was one of that typ»
Which for some mysterious reason are
more numerously encountered abroad
than at home. He was doing the ca­
thedral towns of England, not because
he was particularly Interested In Eng­
lish towns, or In English cathedrals
either, hut because the guide book ad­
vised him to do so.
Near the close of a glorious spring
afternoon he stood on the greensward
facing Canterbury cathedral with Ida
legs planted far apart, his cap on the
back of his head, his hands rammed
deep Into his trousera’ pockets, his
cigar stuck into one corner of his
mouth, and on Ids face an expression
betokening profound boredom.
The celebrated Canterbury chimes
were ringing for vespers, tilling all the
air with silver melody, when a side
door of the cathedral opened nnd there
Issued forth a little, plump, pink-
cheeked, benevolent clergyman. He
approached the visiting stranger and
In cultured tones said to him:
“ I take it, sir, that you are a stran­
ger?”
“ Hey?” Inquired the American, cup­
ping one hand about his ear.
The clergyman raised Ids voice:
“ I assume, sir, that you are not a
resident of these parts?”
“ Nope,” said the Amerlcnn. “I hall
from Nebraska. It*s a durned good
state, too—-best in the Union. You
ought to come out there some time,
elder, and give us the once-over.”
“ Eh—quite so,” said the reverend
gentleman.
“ Then," he continued,
"since you are newly-come to this
place It must seem to you, even as It
does to those of us who dwell In these
cloistered and holy precincts, that the
music of our glorious bells comes
floating down to one almost like the
voice of the Almighty Himself, seek­
ing through the medium of their old-
brazen throats to communicate the
message of peace, on earth goodwill to
man. to us His children here below.”
“ Which?" Inquired the visitor. In­
clining Ids head somewhat.
"E r— what I meant to say was,”
stated the clergyman, “ Is that one
must carry away froth here, after
hearing our chimes, the conviction In
Ids soul that really he has been In
communication with Deity itself— that
the voices of the angels have cried out
to him. Er— Is it not so, my friend?”
The American shook Ids head
“ I'm sorry, parson," tie said regret­
fully, “ hut them d— n hells Is making
so much noise I cun't hear a word you
say I”
What Might Be Called an
Active Man
The wharf at New Orleans was
crowded with foot travelers, vehicles
and freight piles. A brawny Irishman,
driving a truck, locked wheels with
another truck operated by a negro.
As the two trucks Jammed the negro
opened his mouth In profuse and high­
ly disrespectful protest. But before
he had freed six words of his speech
unconsciousness shut off further ut­
terance.
For the Irishman, with one flying
leap had reached the earth. His left
hand closed on the negro's ankle, and
as the lntter was jerked violently Into
space the enemy’s right fist landed a
wing sho* squarely on the point of the
Jaw. and 'or the time being he knew
no more.
Ten minutes later the victim half
opened his eyes. A policeman was
bending over him, applying first aid.
“ What's the matter with you?” de­
manded the officer.
“ A white man hit me,” said the
darky, “ an' I wants him arrested.”
“ What's his name?"
“ I don’t know whnt his name la.
boss— never seed him befo' In my life.”
“ Well, then, what does he look like?"
"I don't rightly know dat, neither.
Hit happen' so qnlck-lak I didn’t get a
good look at 'im.'*
“Then how do you expect me to And
him if you can't describe him?" asked
the puzzled policeman.
"Boss, dat ain’t goln' be no trouble,"
stated the negro. “ You Jest go look
for the doln'est nmn they Is in Newer-
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And
He&linq
For Cuts. Burns,5cnlds
“ He looks like a musical sort of
flsh.”
Why are weak-minded men usuhllf
"Yeh, he's a piano tuna.”
headstrong?
Telephone to Teach Better Enunciation
Sauce for the Goose
Men who are trying to Improve tele­ phone might easily be garbled Into s
It’s a wire Jur that
phone service believe that the tele­ compliment.
phone will tetich its users to speak knows its own tongue.
clearly— not with one conversation,
but In the course of time. Amt, cer
/f H appened in Boston
talnly, business would tie expedited
There had been a visitor, and to the
with perfect enunciation over the tele­
lad she said: “ And so this is little
phone. Even a simple name like Dix.
Walter? My. my! What a big ony
say. when passed over the wires may
you’ve grown to b e ! I wouldn’t have
become almost anything—and then It believed it possible.”
Is spelled for verification, thus: *‘D for
“ Mother,” said Walter when the
Dan, I fu Ike, X for X ray” — words visitor had gone. “ doesn’t It pass your
as difficult rs the one to be ueder comprehension bow persons In whom
stood.
one would naturally expect an ordi­
Progress lr plain talking does seem nary degree of Intelligence appear to
to lag. In the opinion of The Nation • believe, all history and nature to rhe
Business. Any optimism In that dlrcc-
contrary notwithstanding, that the chil­
tlon is blighted by the hash In our dren of their acquaintance will always
dally speech.
Ideas seem to havr
remain Infants, and persist In express­
transmission as much by telepathy as ing surprise when they observe the
by
telephony.
“ Wassutyugottado
perfectly natural Increase In one’s
f nlghtl.ubT"
But a Jumble of letters
stature?” —Washington Star.
will make sound and so may give a
message to sophisticated cars. The
N o t Suited to i t
eye Is more expert than the ear at
Mrs. Keyhammer—Don’t you llks
registering
words.
Whoever
was
fooled by the blanks in the peony my playing? You know, “ Music hath
dreadfuls of the long ago? The 0----- • charms to soothe the savage breast."
Her Husbaftfl-Mebbe It bath. I
were promptly accepted at their full
brimstone content, but a curse by tete- s pose rm not savage enough.
An East Slder o f foreign birth and
short term of residence in tills country
prospered to the extent where he grad­
uated from the ranks of the Forsythe
street sidewalk merchants and became
a regular business man. with a store
and showcases and everything. Also,
for the first time In his life he was
able to start a hank account.
One day he was engaged on the tele­
phone by the assistant cashier of the
bank where he kept his checking fund.
“ Mr. Abrams” stated the cashier, "I
called you up to tell you that on the
first day of this month your account
appears overdrawn *108."
“ So?" droned Mr. Ibrams. “ Say,
young man, would you do It for ms a
favor T '
“ Sure.”
“Then, please, yon should look at
your books snd tell me how stood the
account on the foist day of last month.”
In a minute or two the bank func­
tionary was back at the ’phone.
“ Oh. Mr. Abrams," he said, “ on ths
first day of last month you had a bal­
ance to your credit of 1322.25."
“ So!" shouted Mr Abrams. “ Und
did 1 cnll you up?"
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