6 WAIT TILL HOME IS FAR AWAY. Perhaps you do not cherish now The shadows of the trees That fall aslant the gravel walk; Nor list the evening breeze That comes from out the shady wood To put your mind to sleep: Just wait till home is far away—- These memories you'll keep. The swallows' nest bene; *h the eaves You pay nor mind nor heed; The creaky-hinged, old garden gate Is common-like, indeed; The mossy bucket in the well Whose rim you've kissed "aday," You do not care for it—but wait Till home is far away. Ah, me! the silver locks that lean Against the rocking-chair. And hands a-wrink with grimy toil Are knitting for you there. You think you cherish them, my boy; Just wait until you stray Out in the world and find yourself From mother's home away. The corner where you set you down When busy toil is o'er. You think it is the quietest And awfully a bore. Some day your heart will turn against The busy life so gay. And then you'll wish your corner back In sweet home, "far away." No matter where you roam, my boy, • On sea or on the shore. There is no welcome quite so dear As mother's opened door. Remember, boy, you'll never miss Her face until you stray And find the long-drawn miles that stretch 'Tween you and home away. —H. S. Keller, in Good Literature. THE STURGIS WAGER I $ A DETECTIVE STORY. £ jf : £ By EDGAR MORETTE. £ 0} Copyright, ISiK I . by Frederick A. Stokes Co. CHAPTER XVIII. THE EXTENSION. A few minutes later Sturgis, ap parently absorbed in the contempla tion of the paintings which hung in the ball, heard the door of Murdoch's study open softly. Although the re porter did not turn his head, he at once became conscious that the chem ist's piercing eyes were fixed upon him. The observation lasted so long that Sturgis, self-possessed as was his wont, was beginning to feel a trille nervous, when at last. Dr. Murdock broke the silence: "I have to apologize for leaving you standing in the hall, Mr. Sturgis. 1 •was under the impression that 1 had invited you to step into the parlor." The words, courteous in themselves, conveyed to the hearer an impression of biting sarcasm. "I found the parlor already occu pied; I hesitated to disturb a tete-a tete," replied Sturgis, quietly. Murdock eyed him narrowly for a moment, and then invited him into the study. The chemist's study was a spacious room, plainly but luxuriously fur nished. and containing every conven ience and comfort calculated to light en the labor of a busy man. The table, littered with books and papers, stood near a small safe and almost directly opposite the hall door. Speaking-tubes and electric call but tons were within reach of the occu pant of the easy chair, and probably placed him in communication with the, various portions of the house hold; while a telephone on one side and a typewriter on the other showed that the chemist kept in touch also with the outside world. Murdoch's interlocutor, whoever he had been, had disappeared. But how? The question interested Sturgis, and his mind at once began to seek an answer to it. There were three doors leading from the study. One of these was the one by which Murdoch and Sturgis had just entered from the hall. No one could have passed out that way •without meeting them. Then there were the folding doors leading into the library; but, as the door leading from the library to the hall had remained slightly ajar, Stur gis felt sure that he would have heard the man had he gone out by that way. The third door led to a small ex tension. "He must, have gone into the ex tension," thought Sturgis. The only alternative was an exit through the windows. This in itself would not have presented any special difficulty; for the distance to the flagging below was hardly more than ?12 or 13 feet. But the yard, which was of diminutive size on account of the space allotted to the garden on the street, was inclosed by an un usually high fence, protected by a row of sharp and closely set spikes. These loohed so formidable that the thought of anyone attempting to scale the fence instantly suggested visions of impaled wretches writhing in oriental tortures. The only pos sible exit from the yard, therefore, seemed to be through the basement; that is to say, past the kitchen and the servants' department. All these thoughts flashed through the reporter's brain in a small frac tion of the time which is required to record them. They occurred to him unbidden, while his conscious efforts were centered upon discovering how Chatham had managed to escape from the rear of the Manhattan Chemical company's building. This Sturgis recognized without much difficulty. It was directly in line with the house in which he now ■was, and its yard did not differ from the neighboring ones, the fences of which could be scaled without much trouble. Chatham evidently might have passed into any one of several buildings which lacked the protection of the formidable spikes that so ef fectually guarded the approach to Murdock's house from the rear. One point, however, was puzzling. \Thy sit luld CI a thaw take *'e trou- ble and the risk of scaling fences in broad daylight, only to return a few hours later by the street door tinder the very nones of the detectives from whom he had presumably wished to escape? There seemed to be no plaus ible answer to this question. But Sturgis was not given much time in which to consider it; for Mur doch, who had waited for him to broach the subject of his interview, now coldly remarked: "Perhaps, Mr. Sturgis, you will bp good enough to inform me to what 1 owe the honor of this visit?" Sturgis took as a pretext, the first subject which came into his mind. "Doctor," said he,"l have been told that you were engaged in a series of brilliant chemical researches; that you had proved, or were on the point of proving, that several, at least, of the so-called elementary metals aro compounds; thus ushering in the realization of the dream of the al chemists —the transmutation of met als —" "You have not come here to inter view me on the subject of my chemical researches?" laughed Murdock. "Why not ?" "Because 1 gave you credit for pos sessing the scientific spirit. A man spends years in making a series of ex haustive experiments, and refrains from advancing any theory until he has built up an elaborate monument of cold facts; and you ask him to make a premature report, to be spread broad cast in a sensational sheet, with all the embellishments which an unbridled re portorial imagination can add to it. .No. sir, my report, when it is ready, will be made tliro. h the proper chan nels. T am surprised that one who passes for a man of science should be willing to make such a request." If Murdock intended to gall the re porter, he succeeded; for, modest as he was, Sturgis prided himself above all things upon the scientific value of his work in all its aspects. He manifested uo external sign of annoyance, how ever, as he answered, with a smile: "1 am not a man of science now, but only a reporter." "In that case," replied Murdock, "let us talk of something else. 1 should be pleased to discuss my chemical re searches with Mr. Sturgis, the scientist; but with Mr. Sturgis, the reporter. 1 should prefer to talk about something in his line of knowledge; let me see. shall we say the Knickerbocker bank mystery, for instance?" The reporter's ear detected the ven omous sarcasm to which he was now accustomed from this strange man. lie raised his eyes to those of the chem ist, and for the space of a few seconds the t wo men looked steadily into each other's souls. Then a sudden light flashed aeross Sturgis' brain, and he started percepti bly. At the same time he thought he saw a shadow" cross Murdoch's impas sive features; but in this he might have been mistaken, for when he looked again the chemist was regarding him with an air of m'.ld'curiosity. "Is anything the matter, Mr. Stur gis ?" he asked. "Only a sudden thought," carelessly replied Sturgis, who to all appearances had'completely recovered from the mo mentary shock produced by the sud denness of the suspicion which had crossed his mind. "Your mention of the Knickerbocker bank mystery re minded me of something, that is all. "Ever since Sprague's dinner," taid Murdock, "I have been devoting all my spare time to the reading of the Tem pest, in the hope of finding there a sen sational account, with glaring head lines, of the brilliant work of our'dis tinguished' reporter, Mr. Sturgis.' " Sturgis made no reply. His eyes were fixed upon the typewriter which stood near Murdoch's desk. "Up to the present time," continued Murdock, "I have not seen anything to cause me to worry about my stakes." "I have still !iS days in which to com plete my case," said Sturgis. "True," replied Murdock. "Well, I wish you luck. If I can render you any assistance in your investigations I hope you will call upon me. In the cause of science I would willingly jeop ardize my stakes. For instance, if you need to consult any works of reference, my library is at your disposal. I am told that, at least on the subjects in which you are interested', it is quite complete." lie observed the reporter narrowly, as if to mark the effect of his words. "It is," replied Sturgis, after an al most imperceptible hesitation; "1 have already admired it." "Indeed?" said Murdock, arching his brows in mild surprise. "Yes; I stepped into the library for a few minutes while 1 w as waiting for you." "Ah! yes; I see." Murdock gave the reporter another searching look. Then he leant back in his easy chair with half-closed eyes and silently puffed away at his cigar for a few minutes. Had Sturgis been able to read the sinister thoughts which were passing through the mind of this impassive man as he sat apparently in lazy en joyment of his fragrant Havana, it is probable that he might have lost some of the interest which he seemed sud denly to have developed in the type writer. But he was busy with his own train of thought, and therefore was not paying any particular attention to Murdock. Presently the chemist spoke again: "On second thoughts, Mr. Sturgis, if you will step into my laboratory 1 shall be pleased to show you those of the results of my recent researches which are ready for publication." The reporter was surprised at this sudden change of front, and perhaps u trille suspicious, for he was beginning to weld together many hitherto iso- I lated facts into a strong chain which was leading him froii the Knicker bocker bank and Chatham, through the Manhattan Chemical company, to the CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 18, 1900. emotionless man in whose presence he now stood. Some important links were missing, however, and Sturgis could not afford to lose any chance of making the chain complete. He therefore accepted Murdock's in vitation, in the hope of making some discovery which would throw positive light upon the somewhat hazy situa tion. "Very well," said Murdock; "wait for me just one minute while I open the ventilators of the laboratory. It be comes pretty close in there when the place has been shut up for some time." So saving. Murdock turned a crank which projected from the wall. A grating sound wt.s heard, as of the rasping of metal upon metal. Then he returned to his desk, where he busied himself for a few minutes under pretext of looking for some notes of his experiments. When apparently he had found what lie was seeking lie went toward the door of the exten sion, This was of massive hard wood. Before turning the knob, the chemist stooped as though to examine the lower hinge. Sturgis was not con sciously following Murdoch's move ments. His mind was bent upon ac complishing a certain object; and, with that end in view, he was gradually drawing nearer to the typewriter. But so accustomed was he to receiving de tailed impressions of all that occurred before his eyes, that the chemist's ac tions, unimportant as they seemed at the time, were unconsciously recorded upon the reporter's brain. Murdock opened the door of the ex tension and passed out of the room. Sturgis, watching his chance, snatched up a sheet of paper from the table, inserted it in the typewriter and rattled off something as fast as he could. Looking up when he had finished he saw that Murdock had re turned and was observing him with a sardonic grin. "More happy thoughts?" he in quired. "Yes." answered Sturgis, calmly folding the paper and slipping it into the pocket of his coat. Murdoch chuckled to himself, as if enjoying a quiet joke. "Well." said he, "if you will do me the honor, we can step down into the laboratory." Sturgis nodded and went toward the door which Murdoch held open. As he passed the chemist the reporter SHOVED THE REPORTER INTO THE EXTENSION. caught his eve and, in a flash, read there some sinister purpose, which caused him to hesitate, on his guard. At that moment there came a knock upon the hall door. "Pshaw!" exclaimed Murdock, "here comes an interruption, 1 suppose. Please step downstairs; I shall be with von directly." With these words lie quietly but firmly shoved the reporter into the extension and, with a rapid motion, pushed forward the door. Sturgis almost lost his balance, but instinctively put out his foot between the door and the jamb. lie felt a strong pressure from the outside, but he knew lie was master of the situ ation and patiently bided his time. Presently the pressure ceased and he was able to open the door. Murdock wore an air of pained sur prise. "What is it?" he inquired. "I have just remembered an impor tant engagement," said Sturgis, un ruffled. "I fear, after all, that I shall be unable to visit your laboratory at present. I hope, however, that the pleasure is only postponed for a short time." "I hope so." replied Murdock, calm ly meeting his steady gaze. All this had happened in the space of a few seconds. Meanwhile the knocking at the door was renewed. "Come in." said Murdock, moving toward his easy-cliair. The door opened and a servant ap peared. "I'laze. sur. Miss Agnes wud loike ter know kin ver resarve her sum toime this afthernoon?" "Yes. Mary; tell Miss Agnes I shall be in all the rest of the afternoon, and that I shall be at her disposal at any time." Sturgis. picking up his hat and coat, hurried from the house. "Why did he want to shut me in the extension?" he asked himself over and over, and he could find no satis factory answer to the question. Then he took from his pocket the lines lie had written on Murdoch's typewriter and compare I them care fully with those on the sheet which he had laboriously pieced together in the Knicherbocker bank on the previ ous day. The result of the examination was apparently satisfactorily; for, when Sturgis returned the papers to his pocket, his face wore an expression of calm but unmistakabU triumph. CHAPTER XIX. THE UNDERGROUND PASSAGE. As he reached the corner Sturgis came upon Sprague, who was waiting for a car. "Oh! I say, old man," exclaimed tin artist, hardly able to conceal his ela tion. "I am glad to see you. I liavt news to tell you." "So have I. But I am in a hurry now. Come along with me; we can exchange confidences on the way." "Very well; whither are you bouiuj?" "I am on the track of big game. Can you spare a couple of hours? I think I can promise you an interest ing afternoon." "What is it? The Knickerbocker bank case?" "Yes." Sprague readily consented to ac company his friend. "By the way," inquired Sturgis, "have you any weapons?" "Any quantity of them among the properties of the studio," replied Sprague. surprised; "but I do not go about armed in broad daylight." "You would better have a revolver." said the reporter. "You will probably have no occasion to use it," lie added, in answer to his friend's glance, "but it is best to be on the safe side." "Very well; I shall go home for one. Where am I to meet you?" "At police headquarters in about half an hour. Let me see; it is now nearly five o'clock. Say at half-past five. It will be necessary to obtain a couple of warrants and the help of the police before we start." After Sprague had left him Sturgis approached Detective Conklin, who was still at his post. "Did Chatham show up while I was in there?" he asked, indicating Murdoch's house. "Xo, sir." "Did you notice the man with whom I went in?" "Yes, sir." "Well, let Chatham go for the pres ent and stick close to that man if he stirs from the house. I shall be back in less than an hour." "All right, sir." "When Sprague reached police head quarters he found the reporter ready to start with four detectives. He had not, therefore, any opportunity for conversation with his friend until the party reached its destination. There two of the detectives relieved the men i previously on duty, while the others accompanied Sturgis and Sprague to the office of the Manhattan Chemical company. It was after six o'clock. The place was closed for the night and seemed quite deserted. One of the men rang the bell. The tinkling echoes died away, but no sign of life manifested itself from within. Then he seized the pull and plied it again repeatedly and vigorously. [To Be Continued ] AN UNEXPECTED RETORT. I l*la I n-S|M*a lv In & Montana. \\ oodi innii Hail a for tlie Po litical Orator. "When Montana was in its last ter ritorial years and on the eve of be coming a state," said J. W. Lamar, of Helena, Mont., according to the New York Tribune, "the Clark-Carter con gress contest occurred and most bit terly was it fought out. Anything that could be turned or twisted into a cam paign argument was sought out and brought to the front. Commissioner Sparks, at that time head of the gen eral land office, had made a ruling that thereafter no trees less than eight inches in diameter should be cut down for agricultural or milling purposes in territory belonging to the United States. This ruling had aroused a storm of indignant protest in Montana and had straightway assumed a promi nent place as one of the main issues in the Clarh-Carter campaign. "I was speaking one night at Boze man and, as was natural, I attacked the ruling of the land commissioner and what injury and injustice it did to the. farmer and miner, and so I worked up to what had always previously proved an effective peroration by ashing the question: 'What, my fellow citizens, can the farmer do with eight-inch trees?" The answer to this had pre viously been silence, but this time a shrill voice in the rear of the hall blurt ed out: "Why, split 'em, of course, ye ili—d fool,' aud 1 sat down, amid the ribald and derisive jeers of that vast audience." An Olfl AitDKe. "Can't be possible that Hardup's go ing to marry Susie Banknote. Money enough, I suppose, but an ugly, shriv eled-up little thing, as thin as a straw." "But have you never heard that drowning men catch at a straw ?"—X. Y. World W tint It Tenclir*. "And what does the story of the prodigal son teach us?" asked the teacher. "It teaches us how to get the fatted calf," was the prompt reply of the bad boy at the foot of the class.—Chicago Post. Pretty Nearly Correct. , A school-teacher lately put the question: "What is the highest form of animal life?" "The giraffe," responded a bright member of the class. —Tit-Bits. • Many Choice, "Did you have any trouble selecting a name for the baby?" "None at all; there's only one rich unele in the family." —Richmond Dis patch. True Krlendn. First Dear Girl—Say, Maude! Second Dear Girl—Well, de#"? First Dear Girl—ls my complexion on straight?— Chicago Daily News, COURT WITHOUT LAW. Unique Avocation of a Philanthropic llunßflrlnn ISnnL.fr In IN'nmrl vnniu'n Slav Uiatrivl. George Slaiue, Hungarian banker and Slav interpreter of the criminal c-ourt of Westmoreland county, Penn sylvania. lias fully earned the title of "judge," without eveT having held a commission as notary, alderman or squire. He conducts a court in which there are 110 lawyers, and the only law is that of oo mm on sense. Greensburg is In the heart of the Slav district. Thousands of miners have no idea of the rights of them selves and their fellow-citizens under AN IMPROVISED COT HT. (The "Judge" Hears Roth Sides and Usually Talks Peace.) the law. They are abrupt, suspicious | and lax in morals. They quarrel with great frequ'eney and make all sorts of unusual trades. Now and then they I or exchange wives. For wives are regarded there as conveniences, and every spring large numbers of Hun garian girls are brought over and quickly taken for wives by the men. These girls do not always stick to their promises to marry the first men they meet. And this is the cause of most of j the litigation before "Judge" Slaine. | The "judge" has no regular court ; room. When a complainant seeks his advice he blunders right into the "judge's" banking house and begins the recital of his —or her, for there are many quarrels among the women —bill of complaint. The "judge" hears both sides, talks peace, and in the majority of cases persuades them to drop the i matter. One case he had was that of a man who had exchanged wives with i another man, with a pair of boots as i "boot." The exchange was made, but | the boots were not forthcoming. An- I other case was that of a Slav whose I sweetheart had jilted him after he had ! got a marriage license. He wanted to have her putin prison until she paid \ him S2OO. The "judge" talked him into j a good humor, and now the young man is married to another girl. "My reason for taking up this busi ness —from which I get no financial re turns —was to keep my fellow-country men out of the hands of lawyers and magistrates, who too often encourage instead of discourage litigation. I have saved them many dollars in lawyers' and court fees and have prevented many serious aft'airs. i fine them, of course, but 1 do the next best thing— J persuade them to give a small amount to charity." A POWER IN RUSSIA. SerK*' Yulevlch lie Wltte, IMlnlater of Finance and Matter of the Art of Court Intrigue. Serge Yulevich de Witte, the Russian minisetr of finance, is occupying more than his share of the public eye in Europe. What with his recent negotia tions for a loan in America, his visit to the Russian dowager empress at Copenhagen made in the hope of recon ciling the czar and his mother for po litical purposes, and the reports cir culated not long ago in which De Witte's disgrace was thoroughly set tled to the satisfaction of correspond ents, the finance minister has kept him self in view with singular persistence. SERGE Y. DE WITTE. (Russian Minister of Finance and Power Behind Throne. > It is said that De Witte is deep in the court intrigue of Russia and that it is this fact which binds him to the czar. That he is eminently qualified for the part he is now playing is evident by his rise from the state of a mere rail road clerk to that of the financial mas ter of the great empire. He was born in Tifiis about 40 years ago and is really without education, except such as he managed to pick up for himself. He began his career as a humble em ploye of a government railroad and rose rapidly as much by his capacity for intrigue as by his acknowledged ability. ■ilinde Tree Telegraph Pole*. Ornamental telegraph poles will ere Ion? be visible in Georgia. On the line of the Stateboro railroad the poles are made of cypress, and must have been planted with the roots. They are cer tainly sprouting at the top, and will soon serve as shade trees, besides sup porting the wires. American Krultn Are lln,'. North American fruits exceed .hose of any other continent in value and »»- riety. Fan In ■ Reatanrnnt. Ch»f—That's a swell order. Who is it fori Waiter—Judge Courtwrijfht. "Oh, I see. There's going to -be a dinnn ?a his honor."—Chicago Evening News. Towne —"You never saw anybody as mad as my wife is. She bought m<; a necktie yes terday." lirowne —"And you made some sarcastic remark about it and wouldn't wear it. eh?" Towne —"No; 1 put it right on and told her it was beautiful. You see, she ex pected I'd turn it down, and rhen she coul4 Keep it for herself." —Philadelphia l'rcsa. A CONGRESSMAN. Oured of Catarrh of Long Standing. Ex-Congressman A. T. Goodwyn. Ex-Congressman A. T. Goodwyn, from Alabama, writes the following letter: The I'eruna .Medicine Co., Columbus, O: Gentlemen—"l have now used two bot ; ties of IVruna, and am a well man to-day. I could feel the good effects of your medicine before I had used it a week, after suffering with catarrh for over a year." Kespeot i fully, A. T. Goodwyn. ! Cataarh in its various forms is rapidly be j coming a national curse. An undoubted : remedy has been discovered by Or. Hart ! man. This remedy has been thoroughly j tested during the past forty years. Promi nent men have come to know of its virtues and are making public utterances on the subject. To save the country we must save the people. To save the people we must pro tect them from disease. The disease that is at once the most prevalent and stubborn of cure is catarrh. Public men of all par ties recognize in Peruna a national catarrh remedy of unequaled merit. Send to Or. Hartman, Columbus, Ohio, for a free book on catarrh. GRAIN COFFEE^^^ Orain-O is not a stimulant, like coffee. It is a tonic and its effects sue permanent. A successful substitute for coffee, because it has the coffee flavor that everybody likes. Lots of coffee substitutes in the market, but only one food drink — J Grain-O. All grocers ; 15c. and 25c. 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