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Show Uf dare,, id I fc. STORV blner,1 umast, illedk ator :IE HOUSE OF A THOUSAND a nil; f hi!; CANDLES irolim 3. tj MEREDITH NICHOLSON loyed Detrot that, 1 Lvr the i panj, s have "THE MAIN CHANCE," Etc. DAME80N, ZELDA Ing a gentleman. Then, In my blind anger, I found what patient search had not disclosed. I threw the hammer from me In a fit cf temper and It struck one of the square blocks In the cement floor which gave (forth a hollow sound. I was on my knees In an Instant, my fingers searching the crack3, and drawing down close I could feel a current of air, slight but unmistakable, against my face. The cement square, though exactly like the others In the cellar floor, was evidently only an imitation, with an opening beneath. The block was fitted Into Its place with a nicety that certified to the skill of the hand that had adjusted It. I trybroke a blade of my pocket-knifing to pry It up, but, In a moment, I succeeded, and found It to be In reality a trap door, hinged to the substantial e Ui)jrliiUl uu by Jfubb'MrlU Co. CHAPTER XI. Continued. this has "Well, he exclaimed, been very pleasant, but I must run. I see Morgan, e p. have Just been over to rr, the at the resort village. caretaker, t The poor fellow accidentally shot him-.- j 01 self yesterday cleaning his gun or e sonic '.Ling of that sort, and he has an ugly hole In his arm that will shut ovellst vj for a month or worse. He h cet- me an errand to do for him. Hes jivs Is n. s conscientious fellow and wished me Ouldi.to wire for him to Mr. Pickering that Ihed been hurt, but was attending to llanthhis duties. Pickering owns a house memp at the farther end of the colony and i St u Morgan has charge of It. You know . mploj- - Pickering, of course? I I looked my clerical neighbor g trm!ht In the eye, a trifle coldly, leney I was hFwondering why Morgan, i with whom I had enjoyed a duel In my a bugr wn cellar only a few hours before, should be reporting his Injury to Arthur Pickering. I think I have seen Morgan about Yorkter8," I said. ge to. Ch, yes! Hes a woodsman and a n lr:c:r our Nimrod of the lake. A good sort, very likely! nanltf?, j dare say. He has sometimes lal Bcci; me ducks during the season. the b 1 3 be sure! They shoot ducks at st Vlrc n!;'t those Hoosler hunters so I imed s per-Ivin- the flooy. current of cool, fresh air, the same that had surprised me fn the night, struck my face as I lay flat and peered Into the opening. The lower passage was as black as pitch, and I lighted a lantern I had brought with me, found that wooden steps gave safe conduct below and went down. I stood erect in the passage and had part-o- f A several Inches to spare. It extended both ways, running back under the foundations of the house, and cut squarely under the park before the house and toward the school wall. The air grew steadily fresher, until, after I had gone about two hundred yards, I reached a point where the wind seemed to beat down on me from above. I put up my hands and found two openings about three yards apart, through which die air sucked steadily. I moved out of the current with a chuckle In my throat and a grin on my face. I had passed under the gate in the school wall, and I knew now why the piers tear! lie laughed as he shook himself Into istls greatcoat In the ners 1 .Thats possible, though unsports-- n Cut we dont have to look a ne mlc! gift mallard In the eye. urt ha w laughed together. It was easy an amanlike. about I m confldent of It." I said, glad of ktha ayPPathy and cheer that seemed t0 eraanat from his stalwart figure. all ly I threw on my overcoat and walked to the gate with him and saw him ine hurry toward the village with long with hl,IWue S,T CHAPTER ' ' " Explore a Passage. I found him busy Eatas! e ashc I I replen-Itls- h the candlesticks In' the sed tejt seemed to me that he was library, always r thek)kic2 about with an armful of e o! lies, "there Bre a gooj many queer Iilnrs In this world, but I guess youre ildreneme cf the queerest I dont mind l burng yoa that there are times when I was di link you a thoroughly bad lot, and s a mashen tgaln I question my Judgment leverljand dmt give you credit for being nuch more than a doddering fool. s Salt He was standing under a ladder be-limitjeath the great crystal chandelier and idyn srookcJ down upon me with that dent Inquiry that is so appealing In a killed log In, say, the eyes of an Irish set-r- , vLen you accidentally step on his Btshlng can-sag- tell-oo- ! y pa-lln- e. ns of All. two k T;i, Mr. Clenarm," he replied whcily. emplo' ordered hat rbe R-o- p hum-i- s, r, I want you to grasp this Idea going to dig Into this old shell i 1 bottom; Im going to blow it ii dynamite, if I please; and if you spying on me or reporting has ber-nClings to my enemies, or engaging performances large dn any questionable t Is dhnt3ver, Ill hang you between the certain hosts out there In the school wall do ulldin mu understand? so that the sweet listers of SL Agatha and the dear lits ' sol girls and the chaplain and re annc-lMU rest will shudder through all n ,f the laced cielr Sires at the very thought of you. the v Cv.tainly, Mr. Glenarm," and his nionirone was the same h would have used I Lad asked him to pass me the Teat home. Batches, and under my breath I The way up was clear enough, and polIned him to the hardest tortures of I was soon in the vestibule. I opened cnr pit obbert the door, expecting to find a service nd the Is Now as 1 Morgan" "Ye8- - lr." In progress; but the little church was cos' to save where, at the right of the do wbat business empty you possible be reap he has wlth Mr- - Dickering? I chancel, an organist was filling the sanded. church with the notes of an exultant Mr. march. Cap In hand I stole forward, clear thats sir, enough. jer"Vhy, owns a bouse the lake, and sank down in one of the pews. up is gVclierlnR11 V-- ' A lamp over the organ keyboard got through your grandfather. r 0 . jforgan has the care of It, sir." gave the only light In the chapel, and l,aualb,- - Indeed!" and I made an aureole about her head, arso! "Very lm 0,1 t0 hls work-- f about the uncovered head of Olivia oncers int I smiled as I recre? Af:'r uncbcon I went to the end of Gladys Armstrong! the be c -- rldor, and began to Bound the ognized her and smiled, too, as I relveBai:a. They were as Bolld as rock, membered her name. But the Joy she r Pndol duHy to lb strokes of brought to the music, the happiness In t be ren gillie t imer. I sounded them on both her face as she raised It in the minor 3traIng my steps to the stair-Th- e harmonies, her Isolation, marked by in l,a3r 1 coming more and more Impa-ibdu- the little Isle of light against the dark Ul lncb or stupidity. There background of the choir, these things ent I reason ct '6B why I should know touched and moved me, and I bent forthe iy c i house, and yel a stranger and ward, my arms upon the pew In front 11 -- w ran through It with amazing of me, watching and listening with a Oidat rIr"- kind of awed wonder. r There was no pause In the outpouricaretW A,tcr an boura Idle search I re-- f ud t0 tbe Ibe of the melody. She changed stops corridor, lr,rned ing the al my Prev0U8 soundings, and, and manuals with swift fingers and s tb,ated indulged In language unbecom-te- r passed from one composition to an- ch s ip gun n catch . e t-- con-Bla- r ry serar' tb i. n EXPRESS MESSENGER BOAR Fort Wayne, Ind. To be confined car with an angry boar, which had broken out of Its slender conflnemenL was the unpleasant ex .perlence of N. B. Richardson, express messenger on the Wabash Continental Richlimited, recently. ardsons home Is in Detroit, and when he was rescued by trainmen here from his perilous position on the top of a big pile of trunks, which he ()ad gnlnwl to escape from the frenzy of the boar, he was very weak and could hardly tell what an exciting time he had had. The boar had been received in a small Illinois town, and was consigned In the same east-boun- Copyright by Wtldoh Ihwaotl This Is tht latsst and most approved type of submarine torpedo boat now being used and experimented with by our navy. It Is known as the Holland type, deriving the name from Its Inventor. 8everal duplicates of this vessel have been contracted for. MAKES QUEER WILL NEW YORKER WANTS HIS BONES MADE INTO BUTTONS. lawyer tells me that It cannot be contested on the ground of Insanity. John Boyst and William Dolen, friends of Sullivan, when asked at the Odd Document Also Provides That club, answered that In all matters Sullivan was perfectly sane, a good felHis Skin Be Used for Pouches low, and that hla only peculiarity was and Suitable Parts of Body his firm belief that everything on this for Violin Strings. earth should be put to some useful New York. Henry E. Sullivan, a purpose. WOULDNT PLAY prominent member of the Nameokl PEEK-A-BO- at West One Hundredth street. Is a strong utilitarian and firmly believes In wasting nothing that can be put to good use. He has In all seriousness made the following will: I, Henry E. Sullivan, being of sound and disposing mind, do hereby make, publish and declare this my last will and testament. I do hereby direct the executors of this my will to have made, out of my bones, circular buttons of the f dimensions of Inch to one Inch In diameter. I do further direct my said executors to have the skin of my body tanned and, made Into pouches. I do hereby further direct my said executors to have made, out of such parts of my body as may be suitable, strings for the violin, such as are usually designated as cat gut' strings. And I do hereby further direct my said executors to have said violin strings adjusted to the body of a violin. I. hereby give, devise and bequeath unto my beloved friend and clubmate, James Hayes, all and singular, the buttons, violin strings and tanned skin made out of my body, as aforesaid, the same to be by him distributed according to his discretion to my Intimate friends. Mr. Sullivan declared in an Interview that he was In earnest In the matter of his will and added: I am a utilitarian. Every task we undertake, every thought should have for its object some useful purpose. Every stick of wood, every stone, every piece of sod can be utilized. Did each one but train his eyes to see the use to which each object In this world can be put, how much happier the world would be. Edison is the greatest utilitarian of them all. I made the will, such as It is, because I saw no reason I hope you dont think for a mo. why there should be such wastefulment that I chased a rabbit on your ness, why so much good raw material side of the fence In the hope of meet should be allowed to go for naught lng you, do you, Mr. Glenarm? My will is perfectly sensible. My Be It far from me! Im glad I came, though, for I liked your music Immensely. I'm In earnest; I think It quite wonderful. Miss Armstrong. She paid no heed to me. "And I hope I may promise myself How to 8ave Tribes In Ungava Is Problem for Canada. the pleasure of hearing you often. t You are very kind about my poor St. John's, N. F. A problem of anmusic, Mr. Glenarm; but as Im going nually Increasing seriousness, . for away I felt my heart sink a trifle. She Canada Is that of maintaining the was the only amusing person I had Eskimo wards alive In her territory of met at Glenarm, and the thought ol Ungava. A peculiarly appalling Instance of losing her gave a darker note to the this has Just been reported by Rev. 8. bleak landscape. Thats really too bad! And JubI M. Stewart, an Anglican missionary when we were getting acquainted! from the diocese of Newfoundland, And I was coming to church Sunday to who has been laboring among the hear you play and to pray for snow, heathen natives of Ungava bay Isfor the that so youd come over often to chase past four years. His report last winter, owing to scarcity of deer, rabbits! severe and poor hunting This, I thought, softened her heart otherwise,weather, of the natives In the many At any rate her tone changed. of starvation and In I don't play for services; they're territory perished some Instances the survivors had to afraid to let me for fear I'd run comic maintain life on the by feeding opera tunes into the Te Deum! of the dead. corpses How shocking!" Their contact with the white man Do you know, Mr. Glenarm," her In the of whaling crews has Intone became confidential and her pace oculatedshape them with all the white we call you the squire, at slackened, mans vices. Prof. A. P. Low of the St. Agatha's, and the lord of the Canadian of exploring expedition manor, and names like that! All the 1903-In the steamer Neptune, degirls are perfectly crazy about you scribes the extinction of a tribe of Theyd be wild If they thought I talked Eskimos on Southampton Island, at with you, clandestinely, Is that the the mouth of Hudson bay, In a single way you pronounco It? winter They numbered 100 souls and Anything you say and any way you made shift to live with fair success say It satisfies me, I replied. without employing civilized impleThats ever so nice of you," she ments of war or chase, as they were said, mockingly again. Isolated from any neighbors. But In I felt foolish and guilty. She would 1900 a Scotch whaling firm estabprobably get roundly scolded (f the lished a station there and manned It grave sisters learned of her talks with with a party of Eskimos from one of me, and very likely I should win their Its other posts, who could use a modhearty contempt But I did not turn ern repeating rifle successfully. These back. recklessly slaughtered the musk oxen I hope the reason you're leaving and the deer of the region for the I hesitated. sake of the hide, which they sold to Isn't Ill conduct? Oh, yes; I'm terribly whaling employers, and as a result wicked, Squire Glenarm! They're the whole of the original tribe perished of starvation during the second sending me olf. 1233 Husband Strikes Wife as Result and Is Flnsd $50. SL Louis. If Mrs. May Bradt had accepted the Invitation of her husband, Frank Bradt, to play peek-a-boat their home on SL Ferdinand avenue, she wouldn't have a sore neck and he wouldn't have a $50 police court fine hanging over him. But Mrs. Bradt indignantly told her husband that he was Intoxicated when he playfully said peek-a-bofrom behind the front door. Bradt was still In' good humor however, and, taking oft his coaL he playfully slapped his angry wife over the shoulders with 1L She fled to the front porch. Then the would-bpeek-a-boplayer grew angry. Mrs. Bradt says he struck her with his fist Just under the chin with such force that she could hardly swallow breakfast food the following Mrs. Bradt fled for a pomorning. liceman and found Sergt. Walsh. Bradts brother, Hubert Bradt, was on hand when they returned, and she caused both to be arrested. Hubert Bradt was discharged by Judge Pollard. Frank Bradt admitted the peek-a-bopart of his wifes story, but denied the feature. In response to a question from the courL Bradt said he thinks he Is a "henpecked husband. as be gives his wife $60 monthly out of the $90 he makes serving Uncle 8am as clerk on a mall car, and still has trouble getting along with her. o d o o neck-punchin- g Perched Himself on the Trunks. to some place in Ohio. At first the animal did not appear in an ugly mood, but Richardson was suspicious and put the crate containing it In one corner of the car. It soon began to show symptoms of ugliness, and bit at the sides of the crate with great energy. Richardson then placed a large pile of trunks around 1L thinking that If it did break out the trunks would serve as an additional barrier. But soon the trunks fell away, and the boar made his appearance with streaks of froth covering his entire The mnlmal began to cavort body. n among the trunks and to set running from 1L The express messenger soon perched himself high upon the trunks which he had piled together, and he staid there until the train reached this city, as his cries for help were drowned by the roaring of the car. His appeals were heard by the station men here, and they would have let the boar escape from the car when they opened the door had not Richardson called to them. It was soon caught and tied, but Richardson refused to accompany It any farther, and it awaited a later - Rich-ardBo- train. , The boar Is of fine Poland China stock, and weighs 480 pounds. In Its career around the car It tore open several trunks and the garments, mostly women's, were strewn over tho 8,914 New Books In 1907. London. The record of new books floor. published in 1907 Is appalling or enCASTAWAY LIVED AS APE. couraging according to the point of view. They numbered 9,914, or 1,311 more than In 1906. New editions and 8urvivor of WrecR Jumped from Tree to Tree In Forest. reprints account for 2,213. There was a slight decrease In fiction, the new Brussels.'Through the efforts of novels numbering 1,862. Religion and philosophy Increased 213, law 145, his- Baron Grynsdaal, the Norwegian philtory and biography 232, and poetry 69. anthropist, a man who had lived like There was also a large Increase In arts an ape for 12 years in the forests of Belgium and France has been reand sciences. turned to his home In Norway. He was the only survivor of the Norwewhich gian bark Mygrean, was wrecked in 1895. He had lost his reason from the shock. winter, while the others, who were When found the man was In the formorally responsible for their death, if not legally punishable, survived est of Soignles,. where he had lived through the aid of provisions fur- for some time, and had Inspired the nished them by their employers. Two population In the neighborhood with years later the whaling station was fear. Finally it was decided to form abandoned again, and now this large a party to capture him. He was seen island Is absolutely unpeopled. The to be moving along very quickly. same story Is told of other whaling Jumping from branch to branch. The men tried to seize him, but he got stations. away from them and successfully hid himself In the thicket. OLD HISTORY OF CORTEZ. Another attempt this one successMexican Government Wants Rare Vol- ful was made by a crowd of villagers who surrounded him. His body was ume Owned by Americans. covered with short hair. He had flowing, disorderly locks and a long matDenver, Col. One of the most an- ted beard, an ourang cient records of American history Is a outang. Whenresembling seized he shrieked, book In Spanish, printed at Brussels but did not to the in 1684, and entitled A History of th6 to him. Thereply offeredquestions put bread him he ate Conquest of Mexico: Rise and Prog- ravenously. ress of North America, Known by the The man was identified the by Name of New Spain. medal attached to a string around his In 1884 a priet gave the volume to neck the word "Mygrean. Carl Wunston, a Colorado mining en- When bearing he boarded the vessel for Norgineer, and Wunston sold it to Dr. M way the captain addressed him in O. Murphy, a Kansas man, who has It The man was seized with at the Savoy hotel here, pending Its Norwegian. violent emotion and fainted. When acquisition by the Mexlcnn govern- he recovered ho was able to answer ment, with which he Is In communica- the captains questions sensibly, and tion. told how he had lived In the forests The book is one of the only 12 for a dozen years. copies which were printed, the rest being In the hands of royalty In various Pillow 8aves Mans Life. parts of Europe. One Manuel Lola Pa. Thomns Holder Washington, compiled the contents from notes and a dlury of the explorer, Cortez, makin-- ; of Green Grove, who was thrown over embankment by a fractious It not only the history of the con- a day, owes the saving quest, but also a sketch of events In horse, tho other America 150 years after Its discovery. of his life to a feather pillow, which The printing Is on vellum; the bind- he was taking home to his wife. Holders horse scared at an object ing in pigskin. The book measures In the road, throwing him headlong 14x12 Inches, has 400 pages, and contains a number of ancient pictures, to a rocky ravine; but he failed to some of which are excellent specimens loosen his hold on the pillow, which fortunately struck the ground ahead of engraving. of him. STARVATION KILLS ESKIMOS. (TO UK CONTINUED.) it BRUTE BREAKS OUT OF CRATE AND CREATES HAVOC IN THE CAR. to-da-y that held It had been built so high, they were hollow and were the means of sending fresh air into the tunnel. When I had traveled about twenty yards more I felt a Blight vibration accompanied by a muffled roar, and almost Immediately came to a rough wooden stair that marked the end of the passage. I had no means of judging directions, but I assumed that I was well within the school park. I climbed the steps and In a moment stood blinking, my lantern In hand, in a small, floored room. Overhead the tumult and thunder of an organ explained the tremor and roar I had heard below. I was n the crypt of St. Agathas chapel. The Inside of the door by which I had entered was a part of the wainscoting of the room, and the opening was wholly covered with a map of the Holy Land. It was all very strange and Interesting. I looked at my watch and found that It was five oclock, but I resolved to go Into the chapel before going PORPOISE STAMPEDED one-hal- lat fra0 laugh with him. en tor "E7 the way, I forgot to get address from Morgan. If you is unEt8PPCB t0 have It ' With pleasure, I Bald. "Alexis .Eullding, Broadway, New York. "Caod! Thats easy to remember," smllInS and turning up his t suspe.18 l ailroiis1 collar- - "Dont forget me; Im :s Mg ,luar Drd ,n a hermIt8 ceU back of the cLapel, and I believe we can find many matters of Interest to talk Vcsti you? She turned toward me, gathering a cape .about her. Oh, its you, Is ft? Bhe asked, lookI dont remembor ing about quickly. that you were Invited. I didnt 'low I was coming myself," I remarked truthfully, lifting my hand to the lamp. That is my opinion of you, that youre a rather unexpected person. But thank you, very much. She showed no disposition to prolong the interview, but hurried toward the door, and reached the vestibule before I came up with her. You cant go any farther, Mr. Glenarm, she said, and waited as though to make sure I understood. Straight before us through the wood and beyond the school buildings the sunset faded sullenly. Night was following fast upon the gray twilight and al: ready the bolder planets were aflame In the sky. The path led straight ahead beneath the black boughs. I might perhaps walk to the dormitory, or whatever you call it, I said. Thank you, no! Im late and haven't time to bother with you. Its against the ruleB, you know, for us to receive visitors. She Btepped out upon the path. But Im not a caller; Im Just a neighbor! And I owe you several calls, anyhow. She laughed but did not pause and I followed a pace behind her. U. S. SUBMARINE club fc ites. other; now It was an august hma, now a theme from Wagner, and fiaaUy Mendelssohns spring song won tas cold, dark chapel to light and waratb with its exultant notes. She ceased suddenly with a little sigh and struck her hands together, for the place was cold. As she reached up to put out the lights I stepped forward to the chancel steps. Please allow me to do that for 40-fo- old-tim- |