6 WE TWO. Wo two make home of any place we go; We two tind joy tr. any kind of weather; Or if the earth Is clothed in bloom or snow. If summer days invite, or bleak winds blow, What matters it, if we two are together? We two, we two, we make our world, our weather. We two make banquets of the plainest fare; In every eup we find the thrill of pleas ure; We hide with wreaths the furrowed brow of care, And win to smiles the set lips of despair. For us life always moves with lilting measure; We two, we two, we make our joy, our pleasure. We two llnd youth renewed with every dawn; Each day holds something of an unknown glory. We waste no thought on grief or pleasure gone; Tricked out like hope, time leads us on and on, And thrums upon his harp new song or story, We two, we two, we find the paths of glory. We two make Heaven here on this little earth; We do not need to wait for realms eter nal. We know the use of tears, know sorrow's worth. And pain for 11s is always love's rebirth. Our paths lead closely by the paths su pernal ; We two, we two. we live in love eternal. Ella Wheeler Wilcox, in Century. | THE STURGIS WAGER ♦: y A DETECTIVE STORY. £ S ♦ By EDGAR MOHETTE. *• Copyright, 18W, by Frederick A. Stokes Co. 9 '*£.-•> 'i'rß "±L, 0! CHAPTER IX. THE KNICKERBOCKER BANK. Richard Dunlap was a man who had ni'Ver missed a train nor been late in keeping an appointment. On the morning following Sprague's dinner party, he walked briskly down Broad way from City Hall. It was New Year's day; the great thoroughfare was deserted. As he turned into Wall street, the hands of the clock in Trinity steeple pointed to three minutes of nine. The financier pulled out his chronometer, found that the clock in th e old belfry was right, and quickened his pace. Wall street slumbered peacefully and silently, like a battlefield after the roar of the cannon lias been bushed, after the victors and the van quished have disappeared, leaving be hind them only the ghosts of the slain. The deathlike stillness was op pressive. 4t last, as Dunlap reached the Knickerbocker bank, the clock in the belfry struck the hour. The reporter was not there. The banker uttered an ejaculation of annoyance. He looked up and down the street. There was 110 one n sight. He resolved to give Sturgis five minutes' grace, and began to pace back and forth before he entrance to the bank. Then a thought struck him. There was an other entrance on Exchange place— that generally used by the employes and officers. Perhaps the reporter was waiting there. Dunlap walked around to Exchange place and glanced up the street, lie saw a man stand ing in the gutter and bending low over the curb. Dunlap advanced to obtain a front view of him and rec ognized Sturgis. The reporter had not noticed his approach; he held a magnifying glass in Tils hand and seemed deeply interested in a minute examination of the smooth-worn curb. "Good morning, Mr. Sturgis," said the banker, "have you lost some thing?" The reporter looked up quietly. "No, Mr. Dunlap; 1 have found some thing—something which may possibly prove to be a hyphen." "A what?" asked the banker, per plexed. "A hyphen connecting two parts of a very pretty puzzle." Dunlap stared curiously at the curb. "I can see nothing there," said lie. Sturgis handed him the magnifying glass. "Now look again." He pointed out a particular portion of the curb. Dunlap looked in the di rection indicated. "1 see what looks like dried mud, dust particles, and a little dark spot or stain." •'Yes," said Sturgis, "thai dark spot is the hyphen. There were probably others like it on the sidewalk yester day afternoon, but they have been ob literated by the pedestrians. Here, however, are some that have re mained." As he spoke, he led Dunlap to the Exchange place entrance of the bank, and pointed out a number of similar spots on the stone steps. "Fortunately," he said, as if speak ing to himself, "fortunately the de tectives entered through the front door last night so that they did not inter fere with this portion of the trail." "But what are these spots?" asked the banker. "They are blood-stains," replied tlis reporter. "1 have every reason to be lieve them to be human blood. But that question 1 can settle positively as soon as we are in the bank, for 1 have brought a powerful microscope. Let us enter now, if you lifire; 1 have seen all there is to be seen outside. By the way, do you know this key?" lie held up a large steel key of com plicated structure. "Why," exclaimed Dunlap. surprised, "that looks like the key to the Ex change place door. Where did you fold it?" "In the gutter, near the sewer open ing at the corner." "But how did it get there?" asked Dunlap. anxiously. "Perhaps I shall be able to answer that question presently," said Sturgis. "Shall we go in now? No, not that way. Let us enter by the Wall street side, if you please." A couple of minutes later the outer door of the Knickerbocker bunk was unlocked. "Excuse me if I pass in first," said Sturgis, entering. "I wis-h to see something here." lie bent low over the tiled entrance, with the magnifying glass in his hand. "It. is too bad," he muttered to him self presently. "They have trodden all over the trail here. Ah! what is this?" "What?" inquired Dunlap. The reporter vouchsafed 110 reply to this question, but asked another. "Is Thursday a general cleaning day at the bank?" "Yes," answered the banker. "Every evening, after the closing hour, the floors are swept, of course, and the desks are dusted; bu* Mon days and Thursdays are reserved for washing the windows, scrubbing the floors, and so forth." "Then it is lucky that yesterday was Thursday," observed Sturgis. "Will you please hand me the key to this gate, and that to the inner door." Upon entering the bank Sturgis re quested his companion to seat him self on a particular chair, which he designated, lie then began a critical examination of the premises. Inch by inch he scrutinized the walls, the floor, and even the ceiling; sometimes with the naked eye, sometimes through the magnifying glass. lie also constantly brought into play a tape measure; and several times he called upon Dunlap for assistance, when the distances to be measured were longer than his reach. The Wall street entrance of the Knickerbocker bank led- directly into the space to which the public was ad mitted. This space was partitioned off, as usual, from the bookkeepers' and cashier's deprntments. At the farther end a door led to a reception room com municating with the president's ofliee. This office itself opened into the cash ier's department on one side, and on the other into a small room occupied by the president's secretary and type writer, and into the vestibule of the Exchange place entrance to the bank. On the right of the vestibule was a large room in which the bank employes kept their street clothing, and to which they eould retire when they were off duty. A door from the clerks' room led into the cashier's department, while anoth er one opened into the private secre tary's room. After he had finished his inspection of the space open to the public, Stur gis, followed by Dunlap, passed into the president's reception room, and thence in turn into the other rooms, and finally into the cashier's and book keepers' departments. Several times he stopped, retraced his footsteps to some particular point and then began his search anew. At times he crawled about on his hands and knees; at others he climbed upon the furniture, the better to examine some spot upon the wall. In the presi dent's otlice he stopped to pick up a great number of tiny scraps of paper which lay in and around the waste basket. These he carefully placed ill an envelope, which he laid upon the president's table. On one side of the room there stood a magnificent old-fashioned carved mantelpiece. The artistic beauty of the structure did not seem to strike Sturgis, but he appeared to derive a great deal of satisfaction from an in spection of the large tiled hearth. Pres ently, removing his coat and his cuffs, he plunged his hand into the grimy chimney and removed a handful of soot, which lie examined carefully and then threw away. He repeated the op eration again and again, until at last, with evident satisfaction, he picked out a small object, which he deposited in an envelope. Then, after washing his hands in the clerks' room, he passed in to the cashier's department. In a cor ner stood the telephone closet, the door of which was open. The receiver of the instrument was down. The reporter took it up and gazed at it long and ear nestly. Sturgis' examination of the bank must have lasted over two hours. At first Richard Dunlap looked on with a mild curiosity, in which amusement struggled with good-natured skepti cism. But as time wore 011 the banker began to show signs of impatience, and when at last Sturgis returned to the private office and carefully depos ited upon a sheet of white paper a mis cellaneous assortment of tiny scraps and shreds, the banker could scarcely conceal his dissatisfaction. "Well, Air. Sturgis," he said, "I hope you have nearly completed your inves tigation; for my leisure is not so abun dant that I can afford to waste it like this." "I need one more witness at least," replied the reporter, "and I am afraid I shall have to ask you to help me ob tain it. "lint," lie quickly added, as he noted Dunlap's impatient gesture, "I think I can promise you that the time you are regretting has not been wasted." The financier did not seem convinced by this assertion; but lie nevertheless consented with an unwilling grace to assist the reporter to the best of hi» ability. "Well, then." said Sturgis. "tell me. first of all, whether you keep firearms in the bank." "Yes," replied Dunlap; "the cashier has a small revolver which he keeps in his- desk as a means of defense in ease of a sudden attack by a bank thief." "Have you the key to the desk?" "Yes," replied the banker. "Will you kindly see if the revolver you mention is in its place?" "It ought to be," said Dunlap. pick ing - out the key on a bunch which hu took from his pocket, and walking to wards the cashier's department with Sturgis at his heels. "Yes. here it is in its accustomed place." CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 1900. He handed it to the reporter, who ex amined it attentively. "Exactly," said Sturgis. with satis faction; "this is what I was looking' for." "What do you mean?" asked Dunlap. "I mean that this is the revolver which was fired twice last night in the Knickerbocker bank. See for yourself; two of the cartridges are empty, and the weapon has not been cleaned since these shots were fired." "But who can have fired the pistol, and at whom was it fired, and why?" "Hold on! hold on!" exclaimed Stur gis. smiling", "one thing at a time. We shall perhaps eome to that soon. For the present, if you will come back to your private otliee, I shall endeavor to piece together the scraps of evidence which I have been able to collect. There, sit down in your own armchiar, if you will, while 1 fit these bits of pa per together; and in less than ten minutes I shall probably be ready to proceed with my story." Dunlap was still nervous and impa tient; but all trace of amusement and skepticism had vanished from his face, as he took the proffered armchair and watched Sturgis patiently piece to gether the tiny fragments of paper he had so carefully gathered. Whan this work was accomplished, the reporter went to the typewriter and wrote a few lines on a sheet of paper. He next pro ceeded to examine under the micro scope the minute fragments and parti cles which he had collected in his search. When he hod finished this operation, he leaned back in his chair and looked up into space for what seemed to Dun lap ail interminable length of time. Then at last he glanced at the banker, who could hardly contain his growing impatience. "I am ready togo on now," said Sturgis, reaching for a sheet of paper, upon which he began to draw with ruler and pencil. "At last!" sighed the banker. "Yes; but my first, as the charades say, is a question." "Another!" gasped Dunlap; "when is my turn to come?" "Just a few more," replied Sturgis; "and then your turn will come for good." "Well, out with your questions then, if you must," said Dunlap, seating him self resignedly in his chair. CHAPTER X. PIECING THE EVIDENCE. Sturgis was still busy with his dia gram. He spoke without looking up from hia work. "Who besides yourself has a key to the drawer in which this revolver is kept ?" "The cashier has one and the head' bookkeeper has another." "You mean the bookkeeper who sits at the desk at the extreme right in the bookkeepers' department?" "Yes." replied Dunlap, "that is Mr. Arbogast's desk. Do you know him?" "No. What did you say the gentle man's name is?" The reporter looked up and prepared to make a note of it. "John W. Arbogast." "A man something over 50 years of age. quite bald, with a fringe of gray hair; wears a heavy mustache and side j whiskers; and had on yesterday after noon. when you last saw him, a pepper and-salt business suit," said Sturgis, writing dowu the name in his note book. Dunlap stared at the reporter in amazement. Sturgis smiled slightly. "1 met the gentleman yesterday aft ernoon." he explained. "Oh. that accounts for it!" exclaimed the banker. "I see—but —but, then, how comes it that you did not know his name?" "He did not tell me his name," said Sturgis, gravely, "and I did not know until just now that he was employed in the Knickerbocker bank. How long has he been with you?" "Nearly 20 years; but only for the last five years as head bookkeeper." "I suppose you have every confidence in his honesty?" asked the reporter, looking critically at the diagram be fore him. "Of course. Such a position is not given to a man unless his record is ex cellent." "And yet," observed the reporter, re flectively, "opportunity sometimes makes the thief." "True; but the duty of a bank presi dent is to reduce such opportunities to a minimum," said Dunlap, somewhat pompously. "Quite so," assented Sturgis, "and this you accomplish by—" "By having the books examined pe riodically," answered the banker, rub bing his hands together with calm sat isfaction. "1 see," said the reporter, who had now finished his sketch. "Do the em ployes of the bank know when an exam ination of this kind is to be made?" "They do not even know that, such examinations are made. No one but the accountant and myself are in the secret; for the overhauling of the books ia done entirely at night, after the bauk is closed." "Have the books been recently ex amined?" asked Sturgis, carelessly. "Yes; only last week." "Well?" "They were found to be all right, as usual." "May I ask by whom?" "By Murray & Scott, the expert ac countants." "Was the examination conducted by Mr. Murray or by Mr. Scott?" "By neither. For many years the work was done by one or the other of the members of the firm; but since their business lias grown to its present proportions Messrs. Murray and Scott are no longer aide to give personal atten tion to their customers. For the last two years they have sent us a trusted employe, Mr. Chatham —Thomas Chat ham." "Yes," said Sturgis, who was appar ently wool-gutherinj. A silence of several minutes followed, during which the reporter thouglr fully inspected liis collection of micro scopic odds and ends, while Dunlap beat the devil's tattoo upon the desk. Presently the reporter spoke again: "Do you know a young man, about five feet eight inches tall, with fiery red hair, who affects somewhat loud clothes?" "Why. that is Thomas Chatham. You know him, then?" "I? No; 1 never heard of him be fore." "Then, how on earth do you know—?" "He has been here recently." "Yes; I told you he had been here last week; but—" "No; I mean he was here yesterday afternoon," interrupted the reporter. "Not to my knowledge," said Dunlap, incredulously, "I thougto as much." Sturgis replied, quietly; "but he was here, for all that." The banker looked perplexed. "Now, another thing," continued Sturgis. "I notice in the bookkeepers' department an announcement to the effect that on January 2—that is to say, to-morrow—a new system of book keeping will be adopted. Would this be such as to bring to light any ir regularities that might exist in the books?" "Yes; it involves the transfer of each bookkeeper every month to a different set of books. But I fail to see the drift of your questions." "You will see it presently. Have you examined the safes this morning?" "Yes; one of the first things I did, after you allowed me to move at all, was to examine the cash safe." "Ah, yes; the cash safe. And you found its contents intact?" "Perfectly," said the banker, tri umphantly. "But there is also a safe in the book keepers' department." "It contains nothing but the books, which of course would have no value to anyone but ourselves." "You have not examined this safe?" "Why, no; I—" "If you have no objection, I should like to see the interior of that safe. I suppose, of course, you know the com bination of that as well as that of the cash safe?" "Oh, yes; the combinations are changed every Saturday, and of course I am always informed of the new com bination." "Then may I examine the bookkeep ers' safe?" "I see no objection to your doing so, if you like." Dunlap seemed surprised at the re porter's request; but he rose and pro ceeded to the bookkeepers' department. Sturgis followed an instant later. [To Bu Continued ] A DANGEROUS MOMENT. The Nerve-Slinking; Ordeal Wiilcn Once Confronted u Noted lli MII op. One need not be a soldier to stand in need of courage. A clergyman may find himself confronted with as nerve shaking an ordeal as those more gen erally expected by the man of war. in his retrospect of"The Lights and Shadows of a Long Episcopate," Bishop Whipple tells of a moment when he found it extremely necessary that his courage should not fail him: The bishop was about to preach in one of the cathedrals, when there en tered a divinity student whose brain had become deranged by overmuch study. He went forward, as if to sit with the others. "On reaching the chancel, however," says the bishop, "he stopped, and, taking a revolver from his pocket, pointed it at me. I felt what was coming before the revolver appeared, and knowing that the young man was short-sighted, and that he would probably wait until sure of his aim, I walked with quick, long strides through the chancel, which is very deep, grateful that I had been an ath lete in younger days. "At the chancel steps I made a leap, seized the young man by the collar, and turned him sharply round with my knee at his back, while I said to the congregation: 'Will some one take charge of this man? He is in sane.' "It all happened so quickly that no one moved till then. The poor fellow was led out and the service went on. It was found that the pistol had a hair trigger, and that all the cham bers were loaded, making it a marvel that no tragedy had occurred." I'llrewnrded Ol»edit-nee. "Why were you discharged from your last, position?" "it was this way. The governor said it was time to take stock, and I took all I could. Then we went back on me and threatened to have me locked up for stealing; so I left."— Tit-Bits. Mnkln*? It I£a.*y. "You have saved my estate," said the client, gratefully. "Now, what can I do to recompense you?" "Well, I will make it easy for you," replied the lawyer. "You can pay me in installments. 1 am willing to take the estate as the first installment."— Town Topics. Well Qualified. Dobbs—Did you see about that bag gageman who claims to have discov ered a sure cure for influenza? Bobbs—He ought to know how to check tlii! grip.—Baltimore American. I) nil lit ful Imitation. "That's imitation coffee you're drinking. Never guessed it, did you? - * "No. I thought it was tea." —Cleve- land Plain Dealer. Snereil Only In Nnme. "What's a sacred concert, pa?" "A variety show that ts allowable only on Sundays."—Town Topics. SAILOR IS POPULAR Dog on a Maine Lighthouse Sa lutes Passing Vessels. niiiKH ll>c Slnllun Hell Lively When ever it Mall or Funnel Appear*— Hi* Muster IN Very I'rouil «( llis < ll nine AMaixtant. "Sailor" is the name of a wise dog wiio lives on Wood island, off Bidde ford Pool, Me. His master is Thomai 11. Orcutt, keeper of the Uood island lighthouse. Having passed most of his nine years of life on rocky Wood island, where the waves beat ceaselessly or the granite shore, and the passing o! vessels up and down the coast is the chief thing to break the monotony ol life, "Sailor'' naturally takes a great interest in nautical matters. Earlyin Life, when but a two-months' old puppy, he was brought to the is land from Woodbury Bros.' milk farir in West brook, Me. He was not a sail or then, for his family were farmers, being Scotch collies and sheep dogs. But "'Sailor" was not long in learn ing the ways of the sea. He took a deep interest in whatever his mastei did, and followed him around the light station wherever he went. 11« noticed, among other things, that his master often pulled a rope that made a bell ring. The bell was a great heavy one, used to warn vessels in a fog, and to salute them in fair weather. It stood out side the lighthouse, a few feet above a wooden platform, and the rope at tached to its tongue came down so near the platform that "Sailor" could easily reach it. One day Sailor thought he would have a try- at ringing the bell. He seized the rope in his mouth and pulled. The bell rang clear and loud Sailor was delighted. He wagged his bushy tail vigorously, and pulled again. Sailor after a time noticed that the ringing of the bell marked the pass ing of a vessel or steamer. His note ol this fact resulted in his trying an ex periment. When he saw the next ves- SAILOR SALUTES A VESSEL. (Yankee Dog That Takes a Deep Interest in Nautical Things.) coming he anticipated his mastei in ringing the bell. As the years have passed Sailor has kept on ringing salutes to passing vessels and steamers. Indeed, he feels hurt if not permitted to give the cus tomary salute to passing craft, while skippers whose course takes them often past Wood island are aecus» tomed to see Sailor tugging vigorous ly at the great bell tongue. They reply with a will on theii ship's bell or horn, and in case oi steamers a hearty triple blast is sen! back to the canine watcher of Wood island, who gives a new meaning tc the good old sea term of "dog watch." "Sailor" is his master's constant companion, and delights in being made his messenger, especially at din ner time, w hen he will come bounding from the kitchen to announce that the meal is ready. lie will also carry letters, papers or small articles in hia mouth. lie understands all that is said to him. and although a sailor dog by adoption, his breeding comes to the fore when some one says"the sheep are in the field." This is a signal to Sailor to quit sailorizing and light keeping, and get to more serious work, lie starts u]t in a great hurry, rushes to the door, and wants to be off in an instant, as if the surrounding rocks and waters were covered with flocks of stupid sheep, bound to break into some imag inary field of grass or grain. In his daily life in the household ol the lightkeeper Sailor is most m-self isih in sharing his perquisites. He has two large cats for companions, and ia considerate of them, allowing them to eat from the same dish that he does, and often lying down with them for a quiet little nap, when his duties do not call him to the bell. "Sailor" does not share the propen sity of most sailors for roaming. He loves to stay near the lighthouse, and seldom goes away from Wood island, though he might often make trips to the mainland with his master. His chief aim in life is to see that every thing goes well at the light, and that passing vessels are properly saluted. Although reared beside the sea, "Sailor" has no taste for sport. He will not follow a gunner. In fact, he is afraid ol a gun. The report of one makes him uncomfortable. Thunder also has terrors for him. and he lies very low during a shower. "Sailor" may be said to have passed the prime of life, but he is still at the height of his vigor and is in fine con dition. He weighs (if) pounds. His color is black, marked with tan. and he has a white spot on his breast. "Sailor" has had his picture taken in the act of ringing the bell. Mr. Jos eph VT. Smith, Jr., of Andover, Mass., having "snapped" him. The picture was recently published in a London magazine. NANCY HANKS LINCOLN. Orav<* of flic* President** Mother km lutlliton lo Be .>larkc«l with u Tasteful Monument. After many years of neglect. the grave of Xancy Hanks Lincoln, mother of Abraham Lincoln. in Spencer coun ty, Ind., is to be marked with a monu ment. The Xa ncv Hanks Lincoln Mon ument association purchased lii acres of ground surrounding- the grave, arid Col. ,J. S. Culver. of Spring-field, ill., offered to build the monument free of expense to the association if the lat ter would improve the grounds. Col. Culver's proposition was accepted, and Thompson Stickle, of Springfield, de signed a monument, which has been accepted without modification. Col. Culver made the stipulation that much granite as possible from the - LINCOLN'S MOTHER'S GRAVE. (It Is to Be Marked with a Neat and Salt able Monijnient.) national Lincoln monument in Spring field be used for the work, and that the stone used in the temporary re ceiving vault, w here the body of Abra ham Lincoln now rests, be adopted for the foundation of this monument, and the sarcophagus for the mother will therefore contain material that formed a part of Abraham Lincoln's monu ment before it was reconstructed. The design calls for a lower base or footing course to rest on a solid founda tion, then a massive rock-faced base, the brackets forming the support f-or the die to cut solid on this block. The die block is to be finished in rock faced effect, and its face is to be hand somely carved in bas-relief. As the scroll of time in the design unrolls it reveals the name: "Xancj- Hanks Lin coln," and added to this is the simple inscription: "Mother of Abraham Lin coln." The ivy, representing affection, and the branch of oak. symbolizing no bility. are grouped around the name in harmonious effect. SUFFRAGE IS LIMITED. Alnhfimn .loin* Other Sonthern in Getting Hid of the Knlk of ItM Xenro Vote. The most important, feature of the recent state election in Alabama was the victory for the limitation of the suffrage. This issue was practically the only one prominent in the cam paign, and little or no fight was made against it, the democrats win ning by about 75,(XK> plurality and electing William J. San ford, their candidate for governor, and almost a unanimous democratic legislature. This victory, says the New Orleans Times-Democrat (de-m.), "means ths WILLIAM J SANP'ORD. (Governor-Elect ot' the State 9t' Alabama.) early assembling of a constitutional convention that will put Alabama in lino with its sister states of Missis sippi, Louisiana and the two Carolinas by getting rid of the bulk of its ne gro vote." The last Alabama legisla ture voted for such a convention, but (lov. Johnston called the legislature together again and induced it to re scind its action. This time, however, it is believed that the plan will go through. Wclister'A Ht'Uil. The members of the Old Schoolboys' association, of liostou. Wid lots of fun at their late annual outing here trying 011 the ancient hat that was once worn by Daniel Webster, and which is now the property of the Atlantic hous«-, and a valued possession. The old. hat, says a Xantasket ISeach (Mass.) correspond ent of the Philadelphia North Ameri can, is a beaver, and so well was it made that it is even now, after the lapse of many years, in good condition. The old schoolboys, most of whom ara on the shady side of 50 years, oassed the hat along trying to find one who could wear it above his ears, and only one could do so, Capt. John S. Darnell, Boston's inspector of buildings. He had the only head of the party that would keep the head above the ears. The hat in those days would be called a Xo. 9 at least. Tl»e Lons: nnd the Short. The differcn.ce between the -tallest and shortest races in the world is one foot four and one-half inches, and the average height i» five feet five half iaches.
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