6 DON'T LET THE SONG GO, Don't let the song go out of yoc life; Though It chance sometimes to 'low In a minor strain, tt will blend again With the major tone, you know. What though shadows rise to obscure life's skies. And hide for a time the sun; They sooner will lift, am 3 reveal the rift, If you let the melody run. Don't let the song go out of your life; Though your voice may have lost trill. Though the tremulous note should die in the throat, Let It sing In your spirit still. There Is never a pain that hides not some gain, And never a eup of rue So bitter to sup but what In the cup Lurks a measure of sweetness too. Don't let the song go out of your life; Ah! It never would need togo, If with thought more true and a broader view, We looked at this life below. Oh, why should we moan that life's spring time has flown. Or sigh for the fair summer time? The autumn hath days filled with paeans of praise, And the winter hath bells that chime. Don't let the song go out of your life; Let tt ring In the soul while here. And when you go hence, it shall follow you thence. And sins on in another sphere. Then do not despond, and say that the fond, Sweet songs of your life have flown. For if ever you knew a song that was true, Its music is still your own. -»Kate R. Stiles, in Boston Transcript. I THE STURGIS WAGER 112 if A DETECTIVE STORY. " jg * 112 By EDGAR MORETTE. £ JfiJ Copyright, 1899, by Frederick A. StCo, 5 CHAPTER III.—CONTINUED. "I beg to suggest," remarked Dunlap, "that the shots heard by the policeman and his prisoner were not tired from the inside of the bank." "That appears quite likely," admitted Murdock; "but they must at any rate have been fired in close proximity to the bank, since the witnesses agree that they appeared to come from in side. In that case, whence were they fired? By whom? And why? On the whole, my little puzzle does not seem to me so ill chosen. What is your own opinion, Mr. Sturgis?" "1 quite agree with you that the problem is probably not so simple as it seemed at first blush to Sprague. "Very well. Then doubtless you are willing to undertake the task of supply ing whatever data may be required to complete the chain of evidence against Quintan?" "By no means," replied Sturgis, de cidedly. "Indeed? Ah! well, of courst?, if Mr. Sturgis wishes to withdraw his bet—" "I do not wish to withdraw my bet," said Sturgis; "1 will agree to solve your problem within 30 days or to forfeit my stakes; but I cannot undertake to prove the truth or falsity of any a priori theory. I have no personal knowledge of the matter as yet, aud therefore no theory." "Quite so," observed Murdock, iron ically. "I had forgotten your scientific methods. Of course, it may turn out that it was the policeman who stole the satchel from Shorty Duff." "Perhaps," answered Sturgis, imper turbably. Murdock smiled. "Well, gentlemen," said he,"l ac cept Mr. Sturgis' conditions. If you are willing," he continued, turning to the reporter, "our host will hold the stakes and decide the wager." "I, for one. agree with Sprague," said Dr. Thurston. "I am disappointed in the problem. I have seen Sturgis un ru\el some extremely puzzling tangles in my day; and each case would not be hard to find. Why, no longer ago than this evening, on our way here, we stumbled upon a most peculiar case —eh—oh!—er—please pass the cognac, Sprague. 1 wish 1 had some like it in my cellar; it is worth its weight in gold." Dr. Thurston had met Sturgis' steady gaze and had understood that, for some reason or other, the reporter did not wish him to relate their adventure of the afternoon. Only one person appeared to notice the abrupt termination of his story. This was Murdock. who had looked up at the speaker with mild curiosity, and who had also intercepted the reporter's warning glance at his friend. He ob served Dr. Thurston narrowly for a full minute, appeared to enjoy his clumsy effort to cover his retreat, and then quietly sipped his coffee. CHAPTER IV. THE BANK PRESIDENT. Sprague's dinner party was over, and among the first to take their leave, shortly after midnight, were Dunlap, Sturgis and Dr. Thurston. The reporter did not often spetVd an evening in worldly dissipation. lie was a man of action, a hard worker and an enthusiastic student. Almost all of the time which was not actually spent in the pursuit of his profession, was devoted to study in many widely different fields of art and science. Tor Sturgis' ideal of his profession was high; lie held that almost every form cf knowledge was essential to success in his line of work. It was seldom, therefore, that he allowed himself to spend a precious evening in social intercourse, unless as a more or less direct meat's to some end. He had made an exception in favor of Sprague's dinner, and his meeting with Dunlap, whom he had not pre viously known, had been entirely ac cidental. Dunlap was, however, a man whom Sturgis needed to see in the course of his study of the Knickerbocker bank mystery, and lie had not lost the opportunity which chance had placed in his way. After obtaining aa introduction to th(» bank "president, the reporter had sought an occasion to speak with him in private; and, as this did not present itself during the course of the evening, he had timed his departure so that it should coin cide with that of Dunlap. Dr. Thurs ton had followed his friend's lead. "Are you going down to the brink this evening. Mr. Dunlap?" asked Sturgis, as the trio faced the bleak wind. "1? No. Why should 1?" inquired the banker, in apparent surprise. "I see 110 particular reason why you should," replied the reporter, "if to-day were a banking day, there would be no time to lose. Isut since it is New Year's day, there is little, if any, chance of the trail being dis turbed; and it will be much easier to find it in broad daylight than by gaslight. Our friends of the central office are usually pretty clever in dis covering at least the more evident clews in a case of this sort, even when they have not the ability to correct ly interpret them. And since they have completely failed in their search to-night, we must anticipate a more than ordinarily difficult puzzle." "Why, Mr. Sturgis," said Dunlap, somewhat anxiously. "You talk as though you really believed that some mysterious crime has been committed at the bank." "1 do not know enough about the case as yet to advance any positive belief in the matter," said Sturgis; "but if we assume as correct the cir cumstances related in the article which Dr. Murdock read to us this evening, they certainly present an extraordinary aspect." Dunlap reflected for an instant. "Still, the fact that our cashier found everything in good order at the bank is in itself completely reassur ing," he said, musingly. "Very likely," assented Sturgis. "It is quite possible that from a banker's point of view the problem is wholly devoid of interest; but from a de tective's standpoint it appears to be full of promising features. There fore, whether or not you intend to look farther into the matter yourself, I beg you will at least authorize me to make a survey of the field by day light in the morning." Dunlap looked anything but pleased as the reporter spoke these words, lie thought before replying. "Frankly. Mr. Sturgis," he said, nt length, with studied courtesy. "I will not conceal the fact that what you ask places me in a rather awkward position. You are a friend of my friend Sprague, and my personal in tercourse with you this evening has been pleasant enough to make ma hope that, in the future, I may be so fortunate as to include you in my own circle of acquaintances. There fore, on personal grounds, it would give me great pleasure to grant your request. But, on the other hand, you are a journalist and I am a banker; and it is with banks as with nations — happy that which has no history. Capital is proverbially timid, you know." "I see," said Sturgis; "you fear that the reputation of the Knickerbocker bank may suffer if the mystery of the pistol shots is solved." "No, no, my dear sir; not at all, not at all. You quite misunderstood me," replied the banker, with just a shade of warmth. "It is not a ques tion of the bank's credit exactly, since there has been neither robbery nor defalcation; but depositors do not like to see the name of their bank mentioned in the newspapers; they take fright at once. Depositors are most unreasonable beings, Mr. Stur gis; they are liable to become panic strickenon the most insignificant prov ocation; and then they run amuck like mad sheep. The Knickerbocker bank does not fear any run that might ever be made upon it. Its credit, stands on too secure a founda tion for that. P.ut nevertheless a run on a bank is expensive, Mr. Sturgis, very expensive." "The bank's affairs being in so sat isfactory a condition," observed the reporter, "it seems to mc that what ever harm publicity is likely to do has already been done. The imagina tions of your depositors are now at work sapping the foundation of the Knickerbocker bank. If the truth cannot injure its credit, it can only strengthen it; and to withhold the truth under the circumstances is to invite suspicion." Dunlap did not appear to like the turn the conversation was taking. He walked along in silence for a few minutes, irresolute. At length he seemed to make up his mind. "Perhaps you are right after all. Mr. Sturgis. At any rate we have nothing to conceal from the public. If you will be at the bank to-morrow morning at nine o'clock, I shall be pleased to meet you there." Sturgis nodded his acquiescence. "Well, gentlemen, here is my street," continued the banker, "tiood evening, good evening." And he was off. "Whither are you bound now. Thurston?" asked the reporter, as the friends resumed their walk. "Home and to bed like a sensible fellow," replied the physician. "Don't yt iti in anything of the sort. Come along with me to my rooms. I must arrange the data so far col lected in the two interesting cases that I have taken up to-day; and in the cab mystery, at least, you can prob ably he of assistance to me, if you will." "Very well, old man; lead on. lam curious to know what theories you have adopted in these two cases." "Theories!" replied Sturgis; "I never adopt theories. I simply ascertain facts an I arrange them in their proper • sequence, as far as possible. When I this arrangement is successfully ac CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, AUGUST 23, 1900. complished, the history of the crime is practically- completed. Detection of crime is nn c,.act science. Here, as in all other sciences, the imagination has an important part, to play, but that part consists in coordinating and in terpreting facts. The solid foundation of facts must invariably come first." CHAPTER Y. A FOUNDATION OF FACTS. When the two men were comfortably settled in the reporter's study, Sturgis produced pipes, tobacco and writing materials. "There, now " said he, ns lie prepared to write, "1 begin with what I shall call the Cab Mystery. The data in this case are already plentiful and curious. I shall read as I write, and you can interrupt for suggestions and criti cisms, as the points occur to you. In the first place, the dead man is about fifty years old, and was employed in some commercial house or financial in stitution, prooably bookkeeper, at a fairly good salary." "Hold on there, Sturgis," laughed Thurston. "I thought you were going to build up a solid foundation of facts before you allowed your imagination to run riot!" "Well?" inquired the reporter, in ap parent surprise. "Well, the only fact you have men tioned is the approximate age of the dead man. The rest is pure assump tion. How can you know anything certain about his occupation and the amount of his salary?" "True; 1 forgot you had not followed the steps in the process of induction. Here they are: the dead man's sleeves, on the under side below the elbow, were worn shiny. This shows that his occupation is at a desk of some kind." "Or behind a counter," suggested Thurston quizzically. "No. Your hypothesis is untenable. A clerk behind a counter occasionally, it is true, leans upon his forearms. But incessant contact with the counter leaves across the front of his trousers an unmistakable line of wear, at a level varying according to the height of the individual. This line was not present in the case of the man in the cab. On the other hand; his waistcoat is frayed at the level of the fourth but ton from the top. Therefore I main tain that he was in the habit of work ing at a desk. Now the trousers, al though not new, are not baggy at the "HOILD ON THERE, STURCJId. ' knees, though free from the seams which would suggest the effect of press ing or of a trouser stretcher. Conclu sion, the desk is a high one; for the man stood at his work. Most men who work standing at high desks are book keepers of one kind or another. There fore, as 1 said before, this man was probably a bookkeeper. Now, as to his salary; 1 do not pretend to know the exact amount of it, of course. But when a man, who was evidently not a dude, has his clothes made to order, of imported material, and when his linen, his hat and his shoes are of good quality, it is fair to infer that the man's income was comfortable. "I proceed with the arrangement of my data: "Secondly: the man in the cab died of a wound caused by a bullet fired at very close quarters. Indeed, the weap on must have been held either against the victim's body, or, at any rate, very near to it; for the coat is badly burned by the powder." "On these points at least," assented I)r. Thurston, "I can agree with you. The bullet probably penetrated the upper lobe of the left lung." "Yes," added Sturgis, "and it passed out at the back, far below where it went in." "What makes you think it passed out? The wound in the back may have been caused by another bullet fired from the rear." "That hypothesis might be tenable were it not for this." With these words the reporter pulled out his watch, opened the case, and with the blade of a penknife took from the surface of the crystal a minute ob ject, which he handed to the physician. "Look at it," said he, pushing over a magnifying glass. Dr. Thurston examined the object carefully. "A splinter of bone," he said, at last. "Yes. I found it on the surface of the wound in the back. How did itget there?" "You are right," admitted the physi cian; "it must have come from with in, chipped from a rib and carried out by the bullet which entered from the front." "I think there can be no doubt as to that. Now, the bullet does not seem to have been deflected in its course by its contact with the rib. for, as far as I have been able to judge by probing the two wounds with my pencil, their direction is 1 tlie same. This is impor tant and brings me to point three, which is illustrated by these diagrams, ! drawn to scale from the measurements I took this afternoon." As he said these words, the reporter handed to his friend a sheet of paper upon which he nad drawn some ge ometrical fig-ures. "The first ot these diagrams shows the angle which the course of the bul let made with a horizontal plane; the second represents the inclination from right to left. The former of these an gles is nearly and the latter not far from forty-five degrees." The inclina tion from right to left shows that the shot was fired from the right side of the dead man. Now then, one of two things: Either it was fired by the man himself, the weapon being held in his right hand; or else it was fired by an assassin who stood close to the vic tim's right side. The first of these hy potheses, considered by itself, is ad missible; but it involves the assump tion of an extremely awkward and un usual position of the suicide's hand while firing. On the other hand, the dead man is tall—six feet one inch— and to lire down, at an angle of sixty degrees, upon a man of his height, his assailant would have to be a colossus, or else to stand upon, a chair or in some equally elevated position, unless tha victim happened to be seated when the shot was fired." "Happened to be seated!" exclaimed Thurston, astounded, "why, of course he was seated, since he was iu the cab." "That brings up point four, which is not the least puzzling of this in terestin" case," said Sturgis, impress ively; "the shooting was not doue in the cab." "Not :k>ne in the cab!" "No; otherwise the bullet would have remained in the cushions; and it was not there." "It might have fallen out into the street at the time of the collision," sug gested Thurston. "No; I searched every inch of space in which it might have fallen. if it had been there I should have found it, for the spot was brilliantly lighted by an electric light, as you remem ber." The physician pondered in silence for a few minutes. "With all due respect for the accu racy of your observations, and for the rigorous logic of your inductions, Sturgis," lie asserted at last with de cision, "I am positive that the man died seated, for his limbs stiffened in that position." "Yes,"asserted Sturgis,"and forthat matter, I grant you, that he breathed his last in th > cab; for in his death struggles he clutched in his left hand the cushion of the cab window, a piece of which remained in his dying grasp. I merely said that he was not shot in the cab." "Then how <3id lie get there?" asked the physician. "Your question is premature, my dear fellow," replied Sturgis. smiling; "it must remain unanswered for the present. All we have established as yet is that ~e did get there. And that being the case, he must have been as sisted; for, wounded as he was, he could not, I take it, have climbed into the cab by himself." "Certainly not," agreed Thurston. [To Be Continued] BORN IN "NO MAN'S LAND." A Mnn Willi out a Country Mnkra hb Informal Cull on the Senate In \V»iNliliij£ton. The doorkeepers of the United States senate come in contact with all sorts and conditions of men. When the sen ate is in session, says a local exchange, there is an incessant demand by con stituents to have their cards sent in. A strange looking individual who had been watching and listening in the east corridor said to a doorkeeper one day lately; "I'd like to have you send in my card." "Which senator do you wish to see?" "I don't care." "But you must send it to a particu lar senator, you know. Which is your state?" "Got none." "Which territory?" "No territory." "Where were you born?" "In No Man's Land, before the strip was ceded to the government by Texas. It's now a county in Oklahoma. And I thought as I had no country, I'd come to Washington. You can keep the card and hand it to the first senator you ketch. I think most any of'em would like to meet a man like me." Getlmemnnc. The Garden of Gethsemane, which wassoclosely interwoven with the clos ing scenes in the life of Christ, is now a desolate spot, containing a few old and shattered olive trees, the trunks of which are supported by stones, though some of the branches are flour ishing. It is a small square inclosure of about 200 feet, surrounded by a high wall, a little way out of Jerusalem, be low St. Stephen's gate, and near the foot of the Mount of Olives, Brblieal reference to it is made iu Matt. 20:30- 50; Mark 14:20-52; Luke 22:39-53. and John 18:1-14. The garden is the prop erty of the Latin Christians, the Greek church having fixed upon another lo cality as the true site of Gethsemane. Two riu»»en. "She's a saleslady, isn't she?" "O! no, indeed." "Why, she certainly works in Job- Lotz' store." "Exactly; she 'works' there, and that makes her a saleswoman. Sales ladies don't work; they simply look pretty and iu the opposite direction when you wish to be served."—Phila delphia I'ress. A Genuine Orify. "What is your idea of a womanly woman?" "Well, a womanly woman is one who likes to tie up her head in an old towel i and clean hcu-s." —Chicago Record. RIGHTS OF VAGABOND MULE. Lt'K'il hcrlNion Tliat AlT«»«*t* l.ong* I'lnrcil Aii i inii 1 a mill Tlieir Onneri, In "a lawsuit arising out of the un lawful acts of a disorderly mule" tin* opinion s.ays the animal was found "loitering about the streets . without any apparent business, no visible means of support and no evi dence of his ownership except a yoke on his neck,'' which was evidence that "the mule had been at some time in a state of subjection, but did not indi cate to whom." Heing arrested and taken to the lockup, after five days'de lay an advertisement was published for two days and then the mule was gold. This notice, relates Case ;ind Comment, was held insufficient on the ground that "no owner would feel any great sense of lows in so short a time." On the question of delay before pub HELENE, QUEEN OF ITALY. 112 wf The new queen of Italy was the Princess U'lene. one of the seven daughter* of Prince Nicholas, the ruler of the little principality >i Montenegro She wa» born in the royal palace at Cettinje in 1ST:;. With her sisters she Inherited tha superb dark beauty of their mother, the daughter of a Montenegrin nobleman. She has been most carefully reared and is not only admirabl • in all the arts arid £ races of Kuropean courts, but is well v-r-ed iu the tricks of politics and the play of diplomacy. She is iu every way qualified succeed tli lovely an 1 loveable yueen Maruherita. linking the notice, w hich the ordinance required to lie published immediately, the court said: "The argument is that the word 'immediately' a- used in the ordinance does not mean 'instantane ously;' that the poundkeeper must have sufficient time to shut the pound g,ite. so as to keep the mule in, before lie starts to the printing office; that after he does start he may proceed in a brisk walk and is not required to run. a.id after he gets there time must be allowed to set up the matter in type and there must then be a delay until the hour when the paper is printed and ready for distribution, and that the poundkeeper is not required to get out an extra. We are satisfied the learned trial judge did not mean to require such dispatch as this." Many Sli in pin .Still Out. It has been recently estimated that there is still outstan ling more than POLK MANSION NOW BEING TORN DOWN. President Polk'a tomb, where it was his wish thnt hfs remains shotiM !:a f?r r\or, is in ruins, and the old Polk mansion in Nashville, Tenn., which he be queathed to the state in trust, is being torn down to make room for a modern apartment building. In a few weeks the historic old house, one of the sights of Nashville, will be obliterated. Fragments of the old stone tomb have been scat tered over the front lawn of the place for ten years, ever since the bodies of the president and his wile were removed to a new resting place in the statehouse yard. $15,000,000 of the old "shinpiasters," or fractional paper currency. No doubt much of this has been destroyed, but private collectors are believed to hold great quantities of the bills. They are still redeemable at face value, though they are no longer legal tender. \aent io ii Cartl.H from t,llirariOH. Vacation cards, issued by a public library in Somerville. Mass., are good during July and August, anil those who possess tliein are permitted to takeout ten books at a time and return them within four weeks by mail or express and exchange them for another ten books. IliihiK Into Temptation. A man fools himself ail the way in his walk into temptation with f.he be lief that he is going into it.on pur pose to show that he uau resist it.— Atchison Globe. | HEROIC CURE FOR AN ITCH. Serlo-f'omlr of a Hfajc«i t'oarli I'liMfimcr Who Wim Held I i» hy a Hunt! Agent. Whatever differences of opini >n miy exist in regard to other subjects, those who have been held np by high waymen are unanimous in I lie stats nient that no matter how few thn holders up or how many they held up, each and evrj man said that, tlie rubber's weapon was pointed di rectly and solely at him. Years ago, says the Troy Press, in California * traveler was on a stage coach that * pair of bandits went through. Tin* 14 passengers were ali made to g"fc out and stand in a row, with their hands over their heads. One burly rultiau stood guard over them with .1 double-barreled shotgun, while the other engaged in the pleasing ta.-.k of relieving them of their \aluabNii and spare cash. This particular trav eler was nearest the man with the shotgun. While the ceremonies were in prog ress his nose began to it eh and in stinctively lie started to lower one hand to scratch it. "Hands up, there!" came the stern order, ind hU hand went automatically back into place. But that (tolling redoubled and again he essayed the relieveful scratch. "Say, what's the matter with you, anyhow?" demanded tiie high wayman. "Are you wishful to become a lead mine?" "My nose itches so [ can't stand it any longer," tearfully explained the sufferer. "I simply have got to scratch it." *'N'o, yoti hain't." ungrammatically corrected the knight of the road, " 'cause I'll do it for you." And with that lie pro ceeded to scratch the offending nasal organ with the muzzle of his shot gun. You can wager your shoes that j that particular uose stopped itohing j with great abruptness. The rreni'li MuMfiaroom Crop. Tho annual crop of mushrooms in I France is valued at $2,000,000: and it in I .*ak! tliat there are (>0 wholesale firms I ia I'aris dealing exclusively in them, la the department of the Seine it ap pears there are .some 3,000 oaves in which mushrooms are grown, and about 3<;o persons .ire employed in thaic culture, and rarely leave these caves. I'liiiit* tfi 3iiuli Altitmlert. The highest point at which dower ! ing plants have been found was ier j Tibet, at 1D,2)0 fee 1 12. Nine specie* I were recorded at. 19,000 feet or higher. Teacup Yitluetl at Among the exhibits at the Paris ex- I position is a set of teacups the ch>;ap- MI of which is valued at SOOO.
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