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Bellefonte, Pa., April 16, 1915.
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BALEFUL PLOTTING.
[By Genevieve Ulmar. |
“You shan’t have her—if the cost!
is my fortune, my life, yours, I swear |
you shall never call Leonie Marsh
your wife!”
Martin Rood faced his successful
rival in love, a breathing volcano of
rage and other emotions. His face
was distorted, his eyes blazed with a
lurking insanity, his fingers writhed
as though they would clutch the throat
of Vincent Barrows and choke the
life out of him.
The latter placed a friendly, kind-
ly hand upon the arm of the other.
Rood shook it off wrathfully. The last
glance he bestowed on Vincent as
he turned away made him shudder.
“Too bad!” reflected Vincent. “I
don’t doubt that he loved Leonie, and
I am sorry for him.
went away to give him his chance.
He never had any, it seems, for |
Leonie loved me all along. She would |
not marry him if he was the last man
in the world. He knows that, yet—
how the poor fellow hates me!”
So it seemed, and so it was. Both
men were rich as wealth went in the
cattle belt. Rood was the elder of
the two, and was a widower. He was
cynical and imperious, and set on an
object, usually gained it. His lack
of encouragement from Leonie had
soured him. Then to disappointment
succeeded the dark resolve that it
the pretty belle of the town did not
marry him, she should not wed his
rival.
Vincent went home, thoughtful, dis
turbed and distressed as to his former
friend, Rood. The latter, he had no-
ticed, had acted strangely of late. At
times there was an expression in his
eye Vincent did not like. He often
wondered if his mind was just right.
In a bitter, open way, publicly, Rood
had shown his enmity for. the man
who had once been his friendly com-
panion.
“Hello!” ejaculated Vincent as he
passed along the garden walk beside
his home.
A window was open. It had not
been when he had recently left the !
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“You Are Doomed!”
house. His housekeeper was absent
for a week, and he had been keep-
ing bachelor’s hall. The disturbed
vines beneath the window warned of
an intruder. Vincent decided that
there had been a burglarious visit
during his absence.
He went around to the front door
and noiselessly let himself into the
house. On tiptoe he proceeded
through the various rooms. The one
where the window was open was his
study. As he glanced in he observed
that some money on his desk had not
heen disturbed. In the cabinet in the
. ning room the silverware was undis-
turbed. There was a rustling sound
in the kitchen. He proceeded thither.
His back to him, a man wearing the
striped garb of a convict was putting
on an old suit of clothes Vincent
used when he worked around the gar-
den. On the table was half a dry loaf
of bread the intruder had been eating,
as if very hungry.
“Well, my friend, what does this
mean?”
The stranger turned in a flash, fully
startled. Hope died out of his haggard
face.
“You've got me, and I suppose it’s
the police,” he said quietly, but drear-
ily. “One thing, though, I haven't
touched, and wouldn’t touch any of
your valuables. I have escaped from
prison. I needed a disguise. I've
served eight out of ten years. I heard
my wife was sick. A chance came to
escape,” and he proceeded with a
story that aroused interest and pity in
his auditor.
The upshot of the matter was that
generous-hearted Vincent Barrows as-
sisted the man to get out of town and
to his invalid wife. Then he forgot
all about the circumstance, mitigating
his friendly offices in behalf of a fugi-
tive from justice, in the belief that he
had suffered sufficiently for his crimes
and was in earnest in his declaration
of repentance and reform.
It was a week later when Vincent
was surprised to receive a note from
Rood requesting him to call at his
home. When he complied, Leonie's
favored lover was fully astonished at
being pleasantly received. His host,
| ways have a good deal in the way of
money or valuables in the house. I
‘believe burglars have tried twice to
.anybody around. As to a weapon, he
It was a fair |
contest, though—more than. fair. I:
: of the law.
| Scotland.
nuwever, acted nagety and annatural. |
To Vincent he conveyed the impres- :
sion of a man whose intellect was fast
weakening.
“I'm getting scared,” observed Rood
in a hollow tone. “You know 1 al
break in.”
Vincent attempted to reassure Rood.
‘He believed this idea was a baseless
notion, grounded on nervous fear. He
advised Rood to hire a watchman or
to keep a weapon handy.
Rood listlessly objected to having
had only an old triggerless rifle.
“I'll loan you a revolver, accommo-
datingly proffered Vincent, and
brought it the next day. He made sev-
eral other calls. He felt it a duty
to attempt to befriend and solace a
man who seemed to be fast losing his
reason.
One evening he was called over the
telephone by Rood. He found the
latter in a strange mood. The dole
ful tragedy he was playing out was
reaching a dreadful climax. He raved
incoherently. Finally he sprang ap,
the revolver Vincent had loaded him
in his grasp. His eyes were blood:
shot with a dreadful resolve.
“You are doomed!” he hissed to his
visitor, throwing over a chair with
a crash. Then aloud, he shouted at
the top of his voice: “Ah, Barrows!
you threaten me, eh? Hands off, you
scoundrel—would you murder me!”
Bang! Appalled, Vincent Barrows
thrilled as Rood placed the weapon to
his temple, pulled the trigger, and
fell to the floor—dead.
An old woman servant rushed into
the room, out of it again, with the
frenzied cry:
“Barrows has shot my master!”
Within an hour Vincent Barrows
was the inmate of a prison cell. In|
vain his statement that his half-crazed
rival had plotted with devilish ingenu- '
straits—his revolver, the testimony of
the housekeeper doomed him.
Vincent Barrows upon his trial
was found guilty of the murder of
Martin Rood, and was sentenced by
the jury to suffer the extreme penalty
It was the day before the execution
that the sheriff unlocked his cell door
and led him into his office. A visitor
had called. At first glance Vincent
did not recognize him The stranger
removed a false beard.
“Dan Darby, the escaped convict!”
fairly shouted the Sheriff.
“It’s me,” acknowledged the forlorn
wayfarer Vincent had befriended. I
owe the state two years. I'm ready
to pay it for the sake of this gentle
man, who treated me white when 1
was down and out.”
“Why, what does this mean?” asked
the mystified Vincent.
“I saw the whole business at Rood’s
house,” replied the convict. *I had
gone to your home to ask you to help
me in getting myself and my wife
out of the country. Your servant told
me where you were. 1 went to Rood’s
place. I was at the window when he
shot himself. I'm ready to give my |
testimony.”
Thus was the pall over two clouded
lives removed, and, as a reward for
his self-sacrifice, through powerful in.
fluence the convict’s unexpired sen-
tence was remitted.
(Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.)
ONCE FAMOUS RECIPES LOST
Secret of Various Alcoholic Brews
Once Popular in Great Britain
Vainly Sought For.
Stevenson has a ballad—and an ad:
mirable ballad it is—on “Heather-ale,”
which he describes as “a Galloway Le
gend.” In a note he says: “Among the
curiosities of human nature this le
gend claims a high place.” He pro
ceeds to point out that the Picts were
never exterminated, and that to this
day they form a considerable part of
the population of certain parts of
“Is it possible,” he asks,
“the chronicler’s error was merely
nominal, that what he told, and what
the people proved themselves so ready
to receive, about the Picts was true or
partly true of some anterior and per
haps Lappish savages, small of stat
ure, black of hue, dwelling under
ground—possibly also the distillers of
some foreign spirit?”
There are many other ales besides
the Scots ale brewed from heather,
whose recipes are secrets of the past.
No one knows for instance how the
nut-brown ale of the middles ages was
brewed, or the famous “Dagger” ale,
which was to be obtained at only one
inn in London, the Dagger, in Holborn, |
an Elizabethan resort of lawyers and
their clerks. Then there was the pop-
ular but mysterious “three threads,”
with which London citizens slaked
their thirst centuries ago. All have
long since vanished, but as a compen-
sation there are still numerous favor
ite ales—not the largely advertised
beverages which everyone knows, but
the special tipple of various famous
hostelries which are known only to
certain explorers of London.—London
Chronicle.
Preservative Fluids In Woods.
Timber engineers who Inject creo-
sote and other substances into wood
to retard decay long ago made lists of
species that were hard to treat, and
others which were easy.
The preservative fluids, we are told,
penetrate certain woods to a consid:
erable depth when moderate pressure
is applied; while others are almost
impervious, no matter how great the
pressure. Those hardest to penetrate
by preservative fluids are those baat
supplied with tylose.
Greatest Musical Nation.
To say of any one nation that it
has “given us the best and most
charming music” would be a rather
hazardous statement. Italy has giv-
en us much fine music, and so has
France, and Austria, and England, and
even the United States. Perhaps Ger-
many has the best claim to be called
the leading musical nation. Certainly
no other nation can show greater mu-
sic than that which was composed by
Beethoven, Mozart and other artists
from the Fatherland.
Young Cuckoor Are Jealous.
The English cuckoo, like the Ameri-
can cowbird, leaves its single egg in
the nests of birds much smaller than
itself, like the hedge sparrow, the pied
wagtail and the weadow pipit. When
the young cuckoo—a veritable giant in
comparison with its nestmates—is a
few days old, it pushes its companions
out of the nest and thus becomes the
sole object of the care of its tiny fos-
ter parents.
remarkable Fireprace.
In one of the camps on the shore
of Lake Sebago there is a fireplace
containing 60 rocks, every one of
which bears the likeness of the face of
a man or animal. The rocks have been
collected from many miles around, and
the effect is heightened by glass eyes
which have been added.
At Sunday School.
Jimmie returned from his first Sun-
day school breathless with excitement.
“Why, Jimmie,” asked his puzzled
mother, “where did you get two pen-
nies?” “Oh,” replied Jimmie, proudly,
“they passed around a whole basket of
pennies, and I took one.”
Should Have Recognized That.
A young couple were sitting in the
i , concert cafe and listening attentively |
ity to bring him to his present to the orchestra. “What's that they're |
“Aren’t you |
ashamed,” she answered. “not to rec-
Why, that’s Handels'
playing?’ he asked.
ognize that!
Tango!”
Chemicals of Little Effect.
Experiments with various chemical
extinguishers for fighting forest fires |
The |
have not been very successful.
unlimited supply of oxygen in the
open forest, officers say, tends to neu- |
tralize the effect of the chemicals.
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The Apricot. !
The apricot did not originate in |
Mexico. It was introduced from Asia |
into Burope in the time of Alexander |
the Great and was taken from Greece
to the other European countries, and |
after 1492 to the two Americas. i
Did You Know That—
Frogs’ legs are useful to men for
eating purposes, but more useful to
the frog for jumping purposes?
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