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Show Is money. The old man again repulses Soul of the Blue Bokhara By FRANK LOVELL NELSON One of Carlton Clarke's Telepatho-DeductivARLTON CLARKE and ' I were in New York I knew not why at the time Col. James Watson Drexlau, an f immensely wealthy New Yorker, was found stabbad to death In his heme. His daughter and Ranlelgh Harcamp were the first upon the scene of the murder. We became connected with the case through my acquaintance, with friend of my youth and one of the best reporters In Manhattan. the Clarke and I were discussing strange mystery which had grown out of the case. A knock on the door put an end to our conversation. It was Collins, to whom I had given a quiet tip to stay with us through the case. Another knock followed almost immediately, anS I admitted Ranlelgh Harcamp, whose face showed the first smile I had seen him give when he related the ease with which be had eluded Clancy's shadows. . "Now, Mr. Harcamp," began Clarke, "I want you to tell us exactly what . happened last night." "I cannot," Bald JIarcamp, between set teeth. "Then I will have to tell you. Sit down. Mr. Harcamp." "When you and Miss Drexlau returned: from the theater," continued Clarke, "Mr. Drexlau met you and a violent scene occurred. Is that right?" has told, "Yes; I suppose-Foga- rty ':'"''' " you." "Miss Drexlau, at her father's orders, finally went to her room. In tears." "I see by the papers Fogarty was eavesdropping," commented Harcamp. "Then you and Mr. Drexlau cooled down. He suggested that you go Into the billiard room and amuse yourself while he smoked a cigar, and maybe you would both see things in a different light. You became Interested In practicin3 some, difficult masse shot and stayed for some time." "How in the name of heaven do you - know all that?" Balls carefully simple. . "Very -placed In line along the Bide rail, tip of cue badly damaged, your fingers covered with chalk. You were just about to attempt the shot after repeated failures when you heard Mr. Drexlau fall. You rushed Into the ball ; and saw fleeing up the stairs Harcamp rose with clenched fists and white face. "Stop; you lie! No man on God's earth knows whom I saw." "Ha,I thought 1 was right You saw Miss Drexlau." Harcamp groaned and buried his face in his hands. "She didn't do It She didn't do it. O! why didn't I confess to it and save her?" Clarke went over and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Now, brace up, Harcamp," he Bald. "It may not be as bad as you think. There Is one thing that may save her." "Tell me, for God's sake!" moaned Harcamp. answered "The blue Bokhara," Clarke. Just then a messenger arrived with a telegram. It was for Clarke and he tore it open feverishly. As he read his (ace broke Into a smile of triumph. "At last I can act," he cried. "Quick, , Mr. Collins, call a cab. You know the Mr. Harcamp, .we nearest stands. will save her." Collins was soon at the door with a. Clarke gave the driver his carriage. directions, and we all got In. "Where are we bound for?" I sked. "We are In pursuit ot the blue Bokhara," was all that Clarke would vouchN ' safe. ' We drew up before a large store in Broadway devoted exclusively to oriental rugs, and hurried in. "Did you ever see a Blue Bokhara?" asked Clarke of the proprietor. "Yes," he replied, "but we haven't one. In fact I never saw but one I believed was genuine, and that didn't ' bring very good luck to the man that bought.lt. for I hear he's , just been murdered." "Yes, yes, that's the one!" said Clarke, exultantly "Did he get it here?" "No, he didn't. He picked It up from a small dealer, but there was considerable talk about it among rug men, and I went around to see It. I've blue Bokharaa, seen many but never one like this. It was the softest shade of blue and ot the finest wool mixed with silk. The sheen was perfect." "Yea, yes." Interrupted Clarke; "but can you tell me the name of the shop that told it?" it waa Agnossl's, on "Certainly; lower Washington street; but he hasn't anything Ilka It. Let me show you, some paitlcularly fine llokhnras 1 have jtmt imported." But we were gono on our way to Agnossl's before he recovered from his surprise, I suspect. Armenian AgnnsHt was a dark-eyewho kept a small stork. He was proud of having sold the most wonder ful rug In New York, proud of having known the murdered man and anxious to tell all about both. "But while It ws In your hands did Col-lin- - - . -- "' V d s, C Solutions e him and points toward the door. The dark man still pleads with many passionate gestures toward a blue rug of surpassing beauty on the floor. At lanL4he otd man advances and raises his hand as if to strike There Is a quirk blow and a flash or !eel. The old man reels and falls, clutching at hist breast. The dark 'man seizes the rug and is gono into the night" "Now the rug, Thalda, the rug. Follow It. Trace It back to the making. What see you?" "I see a little hut In Bokhara beside the Samarkand gate. I know the spot well. Within the door a loom Is see "You the results luxury, wealth, all that we longed for In the old days. Rut come The Anal act of the drama was brief. We communicated with the Inspector and he met us on the way to i he street number In Washington Clarke's possession. This proved to be a rickety tenement. Under the guidance of the inspector, we entered boldly and mounted five dingy flights to the garret. A knock at the one door brought no response and wa pushed In as It was unlocked. There, on a miserable bed of straw, his wasted body wrapped in the blue Bokhara, lay a young Turkoman. By you repair it?" asked Clarke, interrupting his flow of description. "Oh, no, gentlemen, it was perfect, perfect. I have been dealing In rugs all my life and " "But haven't you even a thread of it; even a strand of wool?" "Why, no. You ask funny questions. More funny than young man who come here every day I got the rug and ask the price and cry when I tell him I sold it to Mr. Drexlau. And to think of Mr. Drexlau so soon killed! I like to have the pick of his rugs. It make me rich." "From whom did you get the rug?" broke in Clarke. . The Armenian's eyes kindled with suspicion. "What for you want to know that?" he said. "Now,"said Clarke, "tell me where you pot the rug or I'll put the spell on leave you that way." you 'i 3., I'll tell, I'll tell." said the fJShtened Oriental. "I had It of Israel Fangbone in Pell street." "A fence," said Collins. "If we find you've been lying I'll come back and look Into your head and see everything you've ever done," warned Clarke. "Oh, gentlemen, I tell the truth; and listen, I did repair it. Fangbone, he cut a little piece out of it, such a little piece. I weave it in and Mr. Drexlau never see it at all. I think Fangbone try to match the wool and get some fake ones made.". "A scheme that you doubtless suggested," saW Clarke. "Now, haven't you that piece?" "Oh, no, gentlemen. I glf you my word of honor. Fangbone he have well-know- "Then to Pell street," commanded Clarke. . "I'm afraid you'll find Fangbone a tougher proposition than the Armenian said Collins when we wre once more in the cab.. . . "If he is a strong character his weak point Is the more vulnerable," replied Clarke. "When I see, him I will know where-t- o attack." Fangbone In truth was a veritable Fagin. He treated us with twisting, truculent hands, which seemed to itch, and his beard to bristle at the gain that might be derived from such a presentable set of rounders as he took us to be. (. . , . "Somedings I can' show you. shentle-mens? Some moneys you want, maybe? I haf It" Clarke made a careful survey of his it's antagonist "Yes, Fangbone, money. Twenty dollars on this" and Clarke took a diamond ring from his finger and laid it in the moist, out stretched palm. Fangbone examined it critically, but with greedy eyes. "You haf come by it honestly?" be asked. "Of course. You'll be safe enough anyway. It's easily worth two hun dred and I may never redeem It." "Not reteem Id?" said Fangbone In surprise. "No, I wouldn't wear it again. It's kheff. I had It of this man Drexlau who was killed last night, and 1 just heard he had a blue Bokhara rug that was klsheff and It killed him." iou say me blue liokhara is a klsheff? Who dell you dat?" "Thalda told me." A look of fear stole over Fangbone's forbidding countenance and his eyes wandered a toward Involuntarily drawer back of the counter In front of which we were standing. "Here, dake id. dake Id. qvlck!" he said, thrusting the ring at Clarke. "I will haf nodding to do vld Id. Thaida she know. She is wise In de black magic as In de white. Tank Gott I vlnd Id oudt In time." As soon as we Vera beyond the line of vision from the interior" Clarke stopped and accosted a typical Pell street hobo. "Here, my man," he said, "want to make a halt a dollar? Well. wander Into Fangbone s, take what ever he gives you, bring It to me and yo't get your money." The hobo hur ried off and Clarke's scheme began to dawn upon me. In a few minutes he was back. "Here's wat de sheeny give me. Now, whore's de maiuma?" Clarke handed him the money and In return the man placed In Clarke's band a square inch ot the blue Bok hara! "Superstition, his ruling passion, and a powerrul name In the Ghetto," quiet ly remarked Clarke. "Now the solu tlon Is In our grasp." We stopped before one of those old fnxhioned New York houses, once the home ot fashion and yet to be found in the lower East side. Clarke sent up his card and we were admitted to drawing room furnlwhed In a quiet magnificence that cont run led strangely with the squalor and degradation all Inky-blac- The silken portieres parted and there stood before us the most beaut 1 woman I had ever seen. Clarke started up and took a step toward her. Their eyes met "Thalda!" "Carlton!" "You had my wires?" home this morning "Not until I I've been away, And you mine?" "It has brought me and my friends Let them be your friends, Thalda!" ct senate. Nebraska 1 Plttsburf has oeorge been named as the Republican candl' date for United States senator to sue T. Oliver of ceed P. C. Knox. .7 ," Grieving over the death of his dog Martlne Aororlo, a retired chef, attempted to commit suicide In the city hall at Oakland by biting himself to death. Lumbermen of Arizona, New Mex ico and West Texas met at El Paso, Texas, last week In secret session. It is believed the schedule of prices is to be boosted. Ruth Bryan Lea vltt, eldest daugh ter ot William J. Bryan, has been granted a divorce from W. H. Leavitt. Mrs. Leavitt waa granted the custody of the two children, Mrs. Iew Crist of Chicago shot and killed her llyear-olUoy and then killed herself at Rushvllle, Ind. The tragedy occurred at the home ot a friend she was visiting. The police of Oakland, Cal., have uncovered a plot which they claim has revealed a modern "Fagin," who has systematically trained a young boy to rob his employer. lans for an extension of the rapid transit system of New York City, to cost about 150,000,000 are being pre pared by engineers of the Interbor- ough Rapid Transit company. Thirty or more lives were lost bIx- ty people were injured and property worth one million dollars was destroyed as a result ot the tornado that wrecked the town of Brlnklcy, Ark. The first death from cholera of an American in the Philippines for some months was reported to the bureau ot insular affairs last week, the victim being Joseph L. Larmour, a civil engineer of Baltimore, Md. The National Horse Show associa tion of America, in session In New York City, adopted resolutions pledging itself to hold a horse show in 1909. This disposes ot all rumors that the horse show was to be aban doned. J. J. Mack Is dead, Avery Bernstein is in the hospital with a bullet over his heart, Policeman Robblns is seriously wounded and Detective J. E. Stowe is slightly Injured as the result of 1 ahootlng affray In San Antonio, ' Texas. The wife of a Havana clgarmaker. already the mother of fourteen children, gave birth to quadruplets, two boys and two girls. President Gomez sent his congratulations to the mother as a woman deserving well of the republic. Don Luis Proto, a millionaire ranch ownerf merchant and pioneer ot tho section, was shot from ambush and Instantly killed near Devlsaderos station, on the Nogales Cananea railroad, while on the way to bis ranch east of Magdalena, Arizona. The Kansas senate has adopted the report of the railroad committee on e fare bill. The recommenda tion of the committee was that the bill be not passed. This ends the fare legislation in the Kansas legislature at this session. Urey Jones, on trial at Muscatine, Iowa, .for the murder of Mr. and Mrs. Vanwlnkle, committed suicide In the n county Jail by hanging himself with bis bedclothes. Jones was to have taken the stand in his own defense on the day that he suicided. John Godwin, prominent Repubthe sickly light of one guttering can dle it was plain that we were none too lican politician of Wilmington, Dela., soon, as the finger of death already convicted of offering a money bribe to a voter at the last election, was was upon his forehead. Clarke stepped to him and, gently sentenced to a fine of $500 and two In prison. Godwin took an ap raising his head, poured brandy down years on I3J00 ball. his throat His eyes roved until they peal and was released seven-yea- r a the Chicago After hunt lighted upon the uniform and star of police declare that the murderer of the inspector. H. Duffy has been "You have come for me," he said Policeman Patrick found. Vincent alias Brltton, Briscoe, weakly. "You are too late. I am who Is sentence for roba serving to love." Join my . going bery in the San Quentln penitentiary The last words ended In a gurgle in California, is thought to be the was and he, dead in Clarke's arms man. Starvation and want had done their The court of appeals has affirmed work. the Judgment of the lower court In "And if any further evidence is the case ot Domlnador Gomez, the Maneeded, Inspector, here It la," said Col nila labor leader convicted some time lins, as he picked from the straw ago of having written a threatening stiletto. letter during the strike of the launch-mebut reduced his Imprisonment to four months. The blue Bokhara Is on our floor The spectacle ot a horse riding In now and Clarke thinks that time and an automobile was witnessed on the use will restore Its wonderful luster, streets of Oakland last week. The t We saw Miss Drexlau once more behorse, which was attached to a light fore leaving New York, when she delivery wagon ran away and Jumped came with Ranlelgh Harcamp to ex into a passing automobile and rode press her thanks to Clarke. She was for almost a block before the machine In deep mourning, but even under her was stopped. burden of grict radiant with her new Edward P. Moxey, special national found love. bank examiner, whose work furnished "Had I only been a moment sooner the basis for the successful prosecuI might have saved him," she told us tion of Charles W. Morse, Is about to "I was ready for bed when I thought retire from government service, It Is ot a box of candy I had left in the announced, to take charge ot the achall. I threw on a loone bouse gown counting department ot the Guggenand started down after It On the way heim interests. A fist fiRht at Knoxvllle, Tenn., bedown I heard papa fall, but I thought It was a noise In the street. Then I tween J. C. Miller, pastor of Zlon Luheard Mr. Harcamp coming from the theran church, and Solomon McG ambilliard room and I flew back. Do you nion, a member of his flock.. resulted know, Ranlelgh, I thought but only In the arrest of several members ot the congregation and tho mlnlnter. for a moment " The encounter was the culmination of went Clarke alone that afternoon to , differences. make his promised call on Thalda. Tho of the New York charreport When he returned he "as humming comtnlnslou ter among other proposes, little tune, a frivolous little tune for things, "Hint no person shnl) bo Clarke. for tho office of mayor unless "Do you know, old chap," he said, eligible have been a resident of the he shall "I begin to think this trip to New city for at least ten years preceding York will not prove altogether a fail his election, and Hint the salary be ure." Increased to f:5,ooo a year." "Then It was Thalda that brought Half a dozen negroes were killed us to New York?" at Cuthbert, Ga by a tornado, and "Yes. Sexton, it was Thalda," and a dozen business building were alpang ot jealousy, jealousy of them most totally destroyed. Tho tornado also twisted off corner of and mad both, shot through me. fantastic mutilations of many other (Copyright 1909. by W. O. Chapman.) Several white persons buildings. (Copyright la Ortat Britain.) were Injured, but none seriously, .. , k about A bill providing for the Initiative aad referendum was defeated In th .. -- ' It" NEWS SUM M AilY V htm:his mind. Carlton Concentrating Clarke gazed steadily Into her eyes for a few moments. Her muscles became tense, her face pallid and her eyes glassy, and then they closed In what appeared to be the sleep ot na ture. Clarke took the square ot blue Bokhara from his pocket and pressed It against her forehead. "Do you see, Thalda?" "I see," came the rich, subdued voice. "What see you?" "I see a richly appointed drawing room. Oriental rugs cover the floor. Over the fireplace is a picture ot Washington. A white pllastered archway leads into a library and that opens Into a conservatory. Three persons are there. One Is an old man, one a young man and one a woman, young, slender and black of hair. They seem to he disputing and the old man Is greatly excited. At last he points to the door and his daughter yes it Is his daughter goes out in tears, with one last supplicating look at the men. There they part, not all In anger, as the father seems to weaken at the sight of his daughter's tears. The young man goes out through the library and the aged man lights a cigar and walks the drawing room with bowed head, his hands behind his back. "He halts In his walk and listens. He slips across the room on tiptoe, tears open the portiere at the hall door and drags out a little old num. lie Is a servant. The master of the house upbraids the cringing menial and then points to the door. The little old man goes out. The tall man resumes his restless walk, blowing rings of smoke and now and then glancing at his watch and from that to tho door. He experts mime one. At laKt he stops. He listens. Ho hears a step, lie goes out Into the hall to the front door and flings It open. A form enters." "Mark well this' man, Thalda. What Is he like?" "He Is dark, very dark. He Is emaciated. Ills face Is drawn with suffering. His clothes are in rags, yet his bearing Is proud and noble. They pass Into the drawing room. . The dark mnn la pleading with clasped hands. The old man laughs scornfully. The I dark figure offers him something. It dark-muffle- 141 placed and there, day by day, a maiden weaves upon a rug. She Is beautiful as the night, and as she weaves a youth watches her and strokes the Inky braids of her hair while their eyes speak the tale or love that Is old as this old world, yet ever new. "Day by day the maiden weaves, and as she weaves her fair body wastes by degrees so small that her lover sees not the change. At last the final knot la tied and the weft thrown through the warp for the last time, and with a sigh and a look of love the weaver falls Into his outstretched arms. "She hnB woven her soul Into the blue Bokhara. "The youth wanders, the rug always with him, for It is his bride. He comes to this city. He is In want; he Is starving. When near to death he pawns the rug that he may live. Then the change comes. He finds work, he makes money. He tries to redeem the rug, but the man to whom he pawned It Is a villain. He has learned the value ot the rug and will not give It up but for a great price. The youth struggles and saves and denies himself everything until at last he has the sum. At last he Is able to buy the rug, only to find that it Is sold to yes, It Is to the man who was slain. The youth seek him out and, by the ruse that he has smuggled rugs for sale, gains entrance at midnight" "Where la he now? Look well, Thalda." "He Is near." "The street; can you read It?" "It Is Waxhlngton street. In the Armenian quarter." "The number?" " "Two hundred and 'The name?" "I cannot tell.. Walt, he writes. He signs. 'Kareton Boyajlan.' He faints. You must hasten If you see him." "The floor?" "It Is the garret I am weary, Carlton: make haste." "Knongh. Thnlda. Wake." The eyes opened and smiled. "Have I helped?" she asked. "You have made all clear. But we I will remust act now. turn and tell you all. And, oh, Thalda, that I may then persuade you to give up this sordid life, this preying upon the Ignorance and fear ot the Ghetto." . sixty-eight.- -- blood-staine- d long-standin- |