t II A" ti . (. EVENING' PUBLIC LEDaER-PHIIDELPHIA; WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER & 1910 fi n w vj ' St ? The Second Bullet . :krsr1fhL 1910. bv RobertM. McBrlde h Co. ( Ciwrrlsht. 1B19 by tha Public Ledger Co. E$ Tins STARTS THE STORY A dlttferparty Is being held at tlio ; nomeHoPColonel hnil Sirs. Ledyard., ; Amobg loose present nre their daugh ' Vter,Erixy; her friend. Bebe Cowlcs; , Cornelius Swarthmorc, Wcndle Brad- uocn :nii(i Airs. Aiuqon jinnsnorne. f Mrs.ieljartshorne's' "past liistory is 3 clothed, in mystery. In her presence mention is made of the release from nrlson of-the president of the River- ton. Bank after serving four years of n twenty-year sentence for convcr- sion of the bank's funds. Mrs. Hnrts (( faerne Suddenly leaves under the pre , Weo of a severe headache. Sho is j! accompanied by Swarthmorei who ox -f presses bis love for her and obtains liKer' "promise of marriage. She sees L face at the window which Alls her 1 with terror, the significance of which is not revealed. She is found dead on ' the floor in the morning by her sus f viciously acting French maid, Mn f tilde. Detective I'aul Harvey and other officers arrivo on the scene. The officers believe Matlldc is concealing information from them. Harvey brings out various facts by the ques tioning of servants and other wit nesses Mrs. Hartshornc's peculiarity in keeping large sums of monev loose about the house; her carelessness with her jewels. Harvey asks Rose Adarc, a social secretary, in close touch with Mrs. Hartshorne s friends, to assist him in unraveling the mjstcrj Brad dock admits to Harvcv that it was he who sent Mrs. Hartshorne the 5112 -000 pearl necklace, that she promised to be his wife and that an antngon- ism exists between him and Swarth raore. whom he accuses of unscrupu lous business methods. Hancy ques tions Louise, a servant of the Led yards. AND HERE IT CONTINUES T THOUGHT it was stolen, sir'" " Louise faltered. "I hung it with the rest in the wardrobe of the corner guest room that was being used as a dressing room. I'd been told to stay there, but it got late and nobody else arrived, nnd the music just drove me crazy, sir I When they were all at supper I stole down the backstairs and peep'ed in the big empty ballroom, listening; I couldn't have been gone more than five minutes. After the supper some.of the ladies camo up for n bit of powder, and one of them Mrs. Cowles, it was wanted her cigarette case, that was in the pocket of her cloak. I had hung Mrs. H&Ttshorne's cloak right next to it, but it was gone- Mrs. Hartshome's I mean. My heart was up in my mouth, but Mrs. Cowlcs was going on so about the conservatory door " "What about the conservatory door?" '"''Paul 'interposed swiftly. "-'It wouldn't open. She thought Colonel Ledyard had ordered it locked just after supper to prevent strangers from picking his orchids for souvenirs, and sho was put out about it. I didn't let on before the ladies how frightened Iwafi, but when they -had all gone back io "the ballroom I flew down to Mary, who was in charge of the other cloak room, and asked her if the cloak had been brought down there. She said 'no' and I went back, so sick with fear I could hardly get up stairs, for with hundreds of strangers in the house I was sure it had been stolen and I would be to blame, of course, for leaving my post. I don't know how I ever got through the night, expecting every min ute that Mrs. Hartshorne w ould come to claim her cloak and I would have to ,tay that it had been taken. f" ' TJut she didn't come, though every- MOne else did. When thev had nil rnnn fc ,, - ... -.. . . ---- it uuuiij came over me mat sue must have taken the cloak herself and gone home while I was downstairs that time during supper. It served me right for aisoDeymg my orders, but I won't for- et the worry of it to my dying day!" tsne paused tor breath, and Paul .beamed upon her. "You are sure the cloak was taken daring the supper hour; not just mis laid and removed Inter, when you went down to speak to Mary, perhaps?" 'No, sir," she responded doggedly. ''Xt was gone when I came back that Jtrst time, lor I hunted high and low for It." 'Thnnk jou, Louise; that is all I wantc1 to Know. You may go." JT He maid needed no second per mls As she slipped from the room Paul tuined to Misa Ledyard. The -tapping of her foot had censed and she sat tense and immovable. "Will you ring for the butler now, please, or shall I?" he motioned toward the bell, and he pressed It. "You did not see Mrs. nartshorne, yourself, after the supper hour?" he asked. She shook her head and they waited In silence for the coming of Hickson. When he appeared, wearing a con sciously virtuous expression, Paul be gan without preamble. "What is the rest of your name. Hickson?" 'Alfred George, sir." "English?" i'Yes, sir. Twenty-eight years in thia country, sir, and twenty of them la service here at Colonel Ledyard's." Ho spoke with pride. Married, Hickson?" "Widower, sir. Two sons at the roat and the third, William, who is chauffeur now for Mrs. Ledyard, has a shattered knee from Ypres, Bir." "What were your duties at the Red Cross dance here on Thursday?" "I took th tleketfl nt hn .Inn,- .1. .aa4 then generally overlooked the wait- fire from the caterer, and kept an eye m-things." m -"How long were you posted at the etoar?" V "Until eleven, sir, or a bit after. Ma fese arrived later than that." , 'tYoa remember Mrs. Hartshome's rJsWfcw! 3v)th the Gaylors?" Warfectly, sir. That was about halt- 'jPH you observe when she left?" '9F,,ir. I did not see Mrs. Harts- brre in after she entered." " ."EUchson, did you lock the conserva- UrjMoor?" . 'Wiprsit was a. nausa durlnp whMi Hicsda'.lanced at his youns mistress : in srfrfcHse. -i- "No, sir," he responded at length. ?"I Utard nothing; of It, sir. There mutt be some mistake." !i m'?You know BOthlng of its having a baaa locked during or just after the .inter lwT" c HSi&mmm, w ?iw in .. G.i ly. "And if you'll excuse me, sir, you must have been misinformed. The door may havo stuck, but it wasn't locked, there's been no key to it for n long time. It ijtood wide open when I went about putting out tho lights after all the guests had gone." Beatrlco Ledyard's tense figure re laxed suddenly and she uttered a cry of relief. "Here is my father, now !" "If I had Only Known" KEY had rattled in the great A, entrance door which onencd and closed with a slam and footsteps sounded down the hall. "rather, will you come in here, please?" Miss Ledyard's voice was high-pitched and strained. "There is a man from police headquarters " "What's this?" Colonel Ledjard's bald head appcurcd in the doorway. "Bless my soul, we'ro not going to get mixed up iu that Haitshorne affair, nro we? Why didn't you call at my office, joung man, if jou want any information about Mrs. Hartshome's stocks?" "That is not what I am here for, Colonel Ledyard," Paul turned to him. "My name is Honey ; I am a special Imestigator called in on this case by the chief of police." "Well, Mr. Honey, this is n most shocking tragedy, of course, but I can not see what information jou hope to gain here " The colonel handed his hat nnd stick to Hickson and dismissed him with a noil. "As far ns wo haic been nble to dis cover, Mrs. Hartshorne was last seen alive in your house," Paul explained patiently. I hup just learned ap proximately what timo bhe left, but not tho manner of her going nor if she were accompanied by nnj one or nlone." "He sajs he 1ms a warrant for our nrrcst'" broke in Miss Lcdjard half hystcricnllj. Bosh'" The colonel's stout figure bridled like that of an angry game-eoek. Tliis is preposterous' On what trumped-up charge hinc you come here to try to bluff us?" "Here is the warrant, Colonel Led yard'" Paul extended the document. "I hae no intention of serving it Unless 1 meet with opposition to my necessary investigation here." "ll'm!" The colonel unfolded the paper, and after glueing hastily over it, handed it back as if it burned his lin gers,. Ho turned to his daughter "Triv, I think jou had better leave us I will attend to this gentleman." "Yes. father." Hei tone was sub missive, but she moed slowly and with obvious reluctance to the door. "Now, Mr. Haney," the colonel be gan, as soon as they were alone: "What can I do for you? I hae no dcslro to impede the course of justice, but jou ure barkiug up the wrong tree if jou look to get evidence here." "Nevertheless, I should like to ex amine the arrangement of such of your roomi ns were used during the dance on Thursday night," responded Paul. I wonder if you would be good enough to conduct me jourself? Could Mrs. Hartshorne have departed by any other door than the front entrance, in the event that she had wanted to slip away unnoticed?" "I ncer considered that. My wife did think it odd, when we were talk ing the affair over last night, thut no one seemed to know when Mrs. Hart shorne left. There is a door leading from the conservatory down some steps into tho stiip of garden between the ballroom extension and the next house, but it has been locked and bolted since last autumn, and scaled with weather stripping to prevent tho cold from get ting in on my orchid collection." He turned to the hallway. "Come along, Mr. Harvey. I'll be glad to hae you see for yourself." Paul followed him through 'the suc cession of loug stately apartments, noting the position of inch The win dows were all on a leel about ten feet from the ground outsidp and nowhere did balcony, ledge or, trellised vine offer foothold for a possible intruder. "This is the ballioom." Colonel Ledjnrd threw open the wide double doors and pressing a switch flooded the great, high-cciliuged room with a myriad clusters of light which were re- Lflected in the glafcsily polished floor. 'The stage has been bet up again, you see, nt the farther end. Wo usually place tha orchestra there, but for this big semipublic affair when every extra inch of dancing space was desirable, Mrs. Ledjard hud the stage taken down, and stationed the music there in that alcove; there was no need to worry about the acoustics for a jazz band." "And this ?" Paul motioned to ward a doorway in the wall at a right angle from the alcove. "The door to the conservator." The colonel waddled toward it as he spoke over his shoulder. "Do you happen to know whether it was locked during n part of Thursday evening or not?" Paul asked as he followed. His host turned with some heat. "I wish to heavens it had been!" he exclaimed. "My orchids hae cost mo thousands of dollars and were the pride of my life. And the best of them are ruined! Some vandal trod them down. Look here!" DOROTHY DARNIT-He JTjUsTsavT J f YOU DID? ( fw'E LOOKS LIKE I fH?WS ( HIS FACE. WAs"7lH Imh " VOtTTrT? ll ' 'Ul-J l T-N-TEXPLoSlOM LT- (-UP -OUT HOW., T r& 2? Bvrffr-y, sr . , t ?j - v r ':' y2zz. rw 1M1 wr-'ju r n . a r- y d - , v- zfz jic kx.v nir Lr- iv. . r , ' ?s rn tv y, . w.n .r is.jt a icr , : 1 ro 3 -f AirjHrT . X it - ' V - ... n -. 3 F . 1 V I jT '7 X 2JS. ' r -T -O VI . Jft-" J5' u 'V ' ' Hr" , - -, '' , - . lisf " BfeJP"'" " ' T't u-.ii ' &'""' y-tofo '-fSai By Robert Orr Chipperfield Ho led the way into the dim, cool, vault-Ilka apartment nnd pointed to a mass of great purple aud brown mottled bloom which hung wilted nnd djlug from crushed, broken stems. "I've nursed them ns a mother would a child!" ho lamented. "Sat up nights with them to keep tho temperature just right and brought n horticulturist up all the way from Centrnl America to try out a new method of grafting lie liud devised and now look nt thcuir It lit Paul gave no second glance to his host's hobby. He was gazing about tlic glass-domed room with its artist! cally massed flowers and narrow tiled paths winding cunningly about through aisles of arching palms. A miniature fountain tinkled in the heart of the deli caio greenery auu rustic scats were tucked invitingly' into secluded nooks and corners. Despite its beauty there was something sinister in the atmos phere, damp and heavy with the cloy ing mingled perfumes, which sent n chill to his bones. He shivered involuntarilj. Troin where he stood with his back to the orchid bank, Paul faced dircctlj upon the row of long Trench windows set so closely together ns to give the im pression of an unbroken wall of glass that looked out upon the strip of gnrden. At the farther end to the right stood a narrow closed door, doubtless the one of which Colonel Lcdjard had spoken Paul's ejes turned to tho left, toward the lnrgcr, opened door which led into the ballroom. In n direct line with his gaze was the alcove and n stretch of the damask-hung wall. He turned again to the row of windows. "Were any of these open on the night of the dance?" "No. The vcntilntion came from n sliding pnne of glass or two in the dome." The colonel turned with n high from his mutilated orchids and started down the wnlk. "Come and examine tho door for jourself. It hnsn't been tampered with, jou sec. There's the padding nnd weather stripping I had put in last autumn, nnd the chain nnd padlock nre still on, as well as the bolts. It could only have been opened if all that stuff were pried loose first." Pnul nodded as thoughsalislied nnd led the way himself back through the ballroom and into the cntruuie hall. "Thank you for your couttesy, Colonel Ledyard. I may have to trouble you again in a day or two, but I won't unless it's absolutely neces sary." The colonel waved a pudgy hand. "That is all right. Glad to give the authorities any assistance I ruu, but jou won't find any clue here, Mr. Har vej, to what happened after the .poor little woman reached her home. Fright ful thing, upon my soul! I can't tlnuk what the motive could have been; she looked no more capable of a historj than a a malteso kitten ! Yet that reticence of hers ?" He broke oil nud added nervously: "I I hope the chief of police won't consider it neces sary to luy stress upon the fact that Mrs. Hartshorne was last seen alive here. If the newspapers get wind of it and play it up Mis. Ledjard will be simply prostrated. She has been under a bevere nervous strain ever since the tragedy became known." "Unless the speciul article chap dopes that out for himself, I uan assure jou that the chief will not tip his hand off to the press at this stage of the game," Puul smiled. "Good afternoon, Colonel Ledyard!" It was late at night before he found his way to the modest old-fashioned rooms where he kept bachelor's hall. The day's exertions hud told upon his slender store of strength, but his ejes glowed with unabated zeal from the snadowed rings which encircled them and his brain .seethed with conflicting impressions which he strove to co-ordinate. Upon leaving the Lcdyards he had made a wearisome round of tuxicab companies of the city, but with no re sult. No cab hud been ordered to con vey Mrs. Hartshorne to her home on tho previous Thursday night, nud it was inconceivable thnt she should have left the dance nnd wandered about the street bare-headed and in her evening attire until she picked up a strolling nighthnwk. Some private convey mice hud taken her to her home, but whusc, and after what possible rendezvous? Paultlept fitfully at last, hammering still in bis half-conscious moments nt the problem which obsessed him. In the quiet of the early Sunday morning his telephone shrilled instantly nnd be obeyed its summons to find Chief Burke on the other end of the wire. "Hello, Paul? Feel all right to day?" "Surely!" His voice rang out firmly, "What's the news?" "That little kitchen maid from Far ragut street has disappeared. Her aunt phoned in to headquarters just now. You'd better jump down there and get what dope on it you can; it looks queer to me. You've got the address, Sadie Mullen, care Peters, six teen Sherman place." "I get you, bir! I'll go at once and report to you later." pressing hastily nnd snatching n cup of coffee at a nearby restaurant, Paul boarded a car for the address given. It proved to be a tenement of a model type, clean nnd airy, with stragcliuz (pots of geraniums on more than one winuow-siu anu un nir oi respectability auu civic pnue despite Its poverty. Can Probably Handle a Knife JM Right Paul mounted tho nnrrow stairs and knocked upon the door labeled "Peters." A tall, gaunt woman with iron-grny hair and a look of strained nnxicty in her faded eyes admitted him nnd ush ered him iuto a tiny, spotless kitchen. "You arc Mrs. Peters? I've come from police headquarters to learn what jou can tell me nbout jour niece, Sadie Mullen," he began pleasantly. "It's little enough, sir!" she mo tioned to a chair. "Do jou mind speaking low ? My husband's n night watchman nud he's just come home and gone to bed. I've told him Sadto was off for the week-end visiting friends, for she's like his own girl, nud I don't wnut him worried in case she turns up ull right. I can't think w lint's got into Sadie! She's been like n crazy thing ever since she enmc homo rriday night with the news that her lady had been murdered. You'd expect her to be sorry, and sick with the shock and fright of it, too, but not to carry on ns if she'd had a hand in it herself, the silly girl!" "What did she say?" Paul nsked. "Nothing at first, but just thn some bodj had killed Mrs. Hartshorne in the night. W e coulUn t get another word 5111. ..u ..uu i get nuouicr worn out of lier, slip was dumb and white... .. "..., u,.u s.,.ub un and shaking till her tcoth. chattered. I ?d, ,'" n sheltered nook between two llv husband gotTn paper before he weiitlbo,lIt!ers'. I'f-'I1" to enjoy an aftcr out to his job, and that's how wo lenrn- nU f rcn,(Iillf , An hour-two hous ed the details of it. Sadie had poiiicT , "uuccdcl- She looked up from home a little nftcr 0. but she wouldn't ll.cr .boo- alle sk' "ns uIa under cut anv supper nnd shnt herself in her rnnm m. Along about midnight she burst one thing she kept sobbing over nnd over "If I d only known! If I'd oulv known " " "Didn't she explain later what she meant'" No. I got her quieted down flnnllv and she went to bleep; but sho must have been dreaming of it, for bhe started up seienming more than once. She scnuel.v ate n bite nil day yesterday nnd w oiiiiiu t miK to the reporters when thev r.imc, or the neighbors, but hid off iu her room nud cried softly to her self She seemed to get better, though, bj nightfall, but she ouly shook her head when we tried to question her, and she hnil that stubborn look in her eyes Hint I've learned to rcckon'with when she wns a little girl. She gets streuks of that queer, mulish snunk when shn will hnvc her own way if it kills her, and I could see she'd made up her mind to something, but little I guessed what' "My husband went to his job at S o clock last night, and I stepped out to a neighbor's, just u few doors nway, leaving Sadie poring over tho latest cxtru about the murder. When I came homo I thought she hnd gone to bed, for her door wns closed nnd there was no light iu the room, but when I went to wake her for early mass I found her gone!" "She left no note or message for jou?' asked Paul. "No, sjr. Her bed hadn't been slept in and none of her things were missing except the clothes on her back, but the loom wns strewn with feathers. She had torn open her pillow, nnd when I looked at it close I could see where she must have ripped it before nnd sewed it toj-n her nBain. Whotever it was she had hidden in there she must have taken it witu her. l should like to see her room, plcusc." Paul rose. ict'",'v,tp"d "sT . 8traie''ten it icr, Mrs. PetcrsSheK IhwI mi... crossing the kitchen, she threw open n door at the- end. "The feathers in fuirly choke jou, sir!" The room was small, with n single window opening on a court, nud fur nished simply with a narrow iron bed. n ch.ur nnd a combination pine bureau and wushstand. A crisp calico curtain suspended from n shelf bulged with the garments hanging from pegs beneath and a cloud of feathers from the torn pillow swirled with the opening of the door and settled again. Paul's durting glance took in every ditail and icstcd fiunlly upon the small minor over the bureau. From nil bides of it protruded fan like sheafs of pictures obviously clipped from newspapers and magazines; re produced photographs of simpering girls and buxom sirens, effeminate youths and leering satyrs in evening dress. l'uul gestured toward the improvised gallery aud Mrs. Peters sighed. "The movies!" she explained. "Sa die s just crazy about them ! She would have those pictures up there. I burned the first batch I saw, but she got on one of those stubborn fits of hers nnd threatened to leave home if she couldn't huve them. After all, it seemed hnrm less enough. Sndle's a goodgirl, sir; I ve never had any trouble with her. She dou't seem to caro about boys, or btajiug out late nights. And she never was deceitful before. She just loves prettv things, like any other joung girl, nnd she'd spend her last dime for the movies." "Do you know how much money she had with her when she went nway last light?" "Seven dollars and forty cents," Mrs. Peters responded promptly. "I thought of that the first thing. She had just ten dollurs left from her wages, paid two-and-a-half for n waist, spent five cents for carfare bomb from Farra gut street Friday night nnd five cents she lent me to make change today for tho iceman." (CONTINUED TOMORROW) out crving something terrible-, ns If "sa'nst the rocks below moaned with she'd held in as loug ns she could aud n dismal insistence Hint made her shiv had to let go, but although she hung cr' s,lc sto011 "1 to scan the water, but on to me when I went in to her, I .snw no B'Bn of the dory. What if couldn't get a word from her except ouiethiug happened to dud! But she DAILY NOVELETTE SALVAGE By Mary Buzzell fyTATHAN PYNE, keeper of the light A ' house on a ledge rising abruptly irom the ocean, cast an all-embracing cyo over tho surrounding waters; then turned toward the house with a stento rian: "Hey, Charity!" nnd n fair-haired girl at one of the narrow windows re turned a prompt, "Yes, dad what is it?" "I'm going now, nnd don't you try nny stunts on the water while I'm gone I -We're in for bad weather, if I read tho signs right! However, I'll bo back before dark If nothing happens. Good-by, honey!" nnd stepping ftto the dory ho pushed off with a last hoarsely shouted admonition to the watching girl to be careful. Aud with a laugh she promised and went back to her work. Since the death of her mother when she was but a child, she had lived nlone with her father. 'Iheu, having finished her work in- . . . . . ,.,.. t!10. ueetliug clouds and the wind wns UslnC. The frothing waves hurtling would not allow herself to worrv vet! To keep from thinking sho went into the house and busied herself in making a kettieful of chowdu for dad would bo ravenous when he got in from his trip. By the time this was set on the back of the range to "ripen" the room was dark. Wrapping a thick shawl around her shoulders, she went out again to find tho waves, churned to n jcasty foam, coming higher and higher, each striking with a revcrbcrnting boom that struck terror to her heart. And tue lighthouse was dark ! She run to the house nnd up into the tower, nnd when the great light sent its white rnjs far out over the water she felt new , courage. So down and out again this timo with u coiled cable iu her hand. And then hark abovo the noise of the crashing waters, there came from the depths a fiiint: "Ahoy ! The lighthouse !" and with n f eur- stricken hcait she answered the hail with n brave: "Don't give up, dud don't give up! I'm coining!" nud even ns sho spoke, making fast the rope to a boulder for she realized thut her idolized father wus out there aud iu danger! So regardless of her own 'peril, she luirly flew down the rocks till she stodd on the dock, now well under water. A head appiared above the foam and sinewy hnud tried to grasp the edge of the dock fumbled uncertainty and slipped from view. "Dad dad " she screamed franti cally, "try again, here to jour rieht! The rope the rope! Catch tho rope!" Again the hand showed above the spume; and with a sobbing prayer .for success, bIio threw the knotted rope's i ml toward it. At first it fell slack; then she felt a feeble tug, followed by a choked : "Pull, Charity! For God's sake pull!" and with set teeth, and with every ounce of her splendid young strength, sho pulled. And nt last, the head and shoulders of her father emerged from the clutch ing wuter's binothcring foam; and a limp form across his shoulders told her thut not only was he battling for his own life but for that of another and she braced herself anew. And inch by iuch, her torn and blistered hands shortened the rope till her father, gasp ing for breath, reached the dock; nnd with lfis daughter's help, from there to the bofety of the locks above. And after regaining their spent breath, they half-dragged anil half-carried the inert form of the man bnved from n wntcry grave up into the wnrm kitchen of the lighthouse. After thej had all got into dry cloth ing, she made her two patients drink strong blnck coffee ; and fed them spar ingly of the hot chowder, and soon the bturdy old keeper of the lighthouse was able to tell her what had happened. As ho was passing a lightship an chored to ride out the storm, the young marine weak from a recent illness had fallen overboard almost in the pnth of the dory, and he managed to get him into the boat, where he soon lost consciousness. Aud then, when nearly home, n terrific gust of wind had twisted the ours from his chilled hands; and the dorj, dashed on the rocks, was smashed throw iug them into the stornij' waters. "And if it hadn't been for you, Char ity," he finished, "we should have been gone by this time ! But as it is well, according to maritime law. we both .belong to jou for jou salvaged us from flliA sen !" And Lansing Barstow, tho "sal vaged" marine, looking straight into the tear-wet eyes of the girl holding a spoonful of chowder to his lips; whis pered brokenly : "God bless you! I shall bo only too glad to 'belong' !" The next compete novelelte A Pilot o' Hearts. DREAMLAND AD VENTURES -By Daddy "THE LAUGHING MAN" (The Laughing Man raco toUh firanly Jtmkim io tcll'an autotruck to Farmer Field and thui to start a oriunc. The houghing Man i delayed ly hit kind-hearted acts in picling up Johnny Bull, Peggy, Silly and a little old woman.) Tho Llmpy Boy pEGGY nnd Billy were glad that the Laughing Man stopped to pick up the little old woman, for she seemed very tired and warn. Still, they were sorry that he had lost so much time and given Cranky Jimkins such a lend in tho raco for a fortune. Only the little old woman's promise to guide him by n short cut gave them hopes that tho Laughing Man would win. After a time they turned off the main highway upon n narrow road that twisted about so much that it would be hard indeed for nny stranger to fol low it without a guide. The little old woman knew every' twist, however, nnd the Laughing Man sent his truck along at full speed. Thus it was that when the short road joined the long road that Cranky Jimkins had taken the two trucks reached there at tho same time, much to tho surprise of Cranky Jimkins, who thought he 'was well ahead. Indeed, so close together were the trucks at the cross roads that there might havo been n bad crash if the Laughing Man had not thought of the safety of his passengers and slowed up, giving Cranky Jimkins a chnuce toj'Dg my way." Ho jumped aboard the dnsh first past tho cross roads. Standing at tho cross roads was a frail boy on crutches. Ho waved one crutch nt Cranky Jimkins and called out in a shrill voice "Hey, sir, please THE BUSINESS DOCTOR - By HAROLD WHITEHEAD Author ot "The HuMntss Curerr ot I'ettr Flint" and "Ilrnno Duke Solver ot Duslntia Froblcms" "Cashing in." on Misfortune I DON'T know who invented Bluc-Jny, but I'll bet he hnd n corn. Millions of people have had corns, but the num ber of folks who cashed in on tho mis fortune is insignificant. And isn't it so ull nlong the line? All the time we nre getting batted all over the lot with one kind of set back or another. Yet how seldom do we say, "Now, how can I mnke that pay me n dividend?" I nm reminded of this thought by n letter which camo to me somo years . ... ... ... i. , ii.. 1. ago. INot mat meres raucu u iu let ter itself,-but it happened to "hit" the trade right nnd started n stream ot orders to a factory that desperately needed it. This concern made never mind what, I mustn't say. Anyhow, they innde it right, but buslncbs was hard to get, for they were bucking nn established competitor. Things were looking rather blue when the treasurer went to get the payroll check cashed one Friday morn ing. He had to sec the nans president, before he got the funds that insured tunning for nnother week that's how tight things were. I Well, he returned with the cash, and after filling the pay envelopes deposited ; in the snfe until morning. Why didn't he wnit until Saturday? Usually he did; but Saturday is a busy time Itn n name prusiuuue T .. vuu- v. i. x.ii- ai in nniiiiin'r take a cuuiic-u " """ - "" !. Xtl n h n ! f t-Ar I hnnlr I mnini Upsides, if the bank had re- fused the funds ho would have had to try elsewhere. Saturday morning came and business started as usual. When the office was opened it was found burglars had en tered. Heartsick, the treasurer hasten ed to the safe and, to his surprise nud relief, he found tho money safe in the little brown paper parcel into which he had tied it. They had suffered n loss, however a bevere one for n whole lot of mer chandise, small but valuable, had been taken. Around tho office were cigar butts, and the office cigars were miss ing. By the time the extent of the robbery wns known tho police were there and tho president of tho company hnd ar rived. At onco the president saw a chance to mako capital ot the disaster. He had the safe photographed there nnd then and took caro that the money was in plain sight inside the safe. Then he had the photo printed and sent it with a letter to every customer and prospect. I have not the letter itself, but the point he made was this: "Burglars entered our place last night. They burst open our burglar proof sife and played hob around the place generally. "They did not steal our money, how ever. That's something they can get anywhere. They stole our best cigars those we keep for extra special cus tomers lfkc you. "Worse still, they stole all our com plete stock of . They must have been professionals, for they knew that our are more valuable than money. The dickens of it is thnt customers who have once used our know this also. and as our complete stock of finished goods is btolen it will, mean holding up our friends for a few days until a new supply is ready. "Perhaps it was some customer who just could not wait for delivery. If so, Copyrlsht, 1010, by the Bell Syndicate. Inc. VES - TO EAT IP'M He waved one crutch give me a ride, for I am lame nnd tired." "Get out of the way I" roared Cranky Jimkins. "I haven't any time to waste giving you a jridc." And away sped Cranky Jimkins down the road. ' But the Laughing Man noticed how pale nnd weak the boy on crutches was. He put on Iii3 brakes and stopped tho truck, even though Cranky Jimkins was getting farther ahead every mo ment. Down off his machine leaped the Laughing Man. He picked the lame boy up in his arms and set him on the seat of tho truck beside the little old woman. "I'll give you a ride," shouted the Laughing Man. "You seem to be go- irucK again anu started uciicr-sueiicr after Cranky Jimkins. "And what may your way be, sir?" politely asked the lame boy. "I'm racing to sell Farmer Field a please, dear customors, give us a chance to deliver in the regular waj" With the letter was a clipping from the local paper giving nn account of the burglary. The whole tliug wns so cleverly seized upon for ndvertising pur. poses nnd the evident good spirit with which the concern took the misfortune that customers were impressed as never before with the liveness of the concern. An immediate influx of orders, re peats from old customers, sample orders from new oucs followed. During tho week, the salesman, the president nnd two other men inudc n whirlwind cam paign over the whole tciritory covered. Tho following Friday the treasurer again visited the bank president nnd secured funds with little trouble, for he showed bona fide orders enough to keep the plant busy day and night for two months. I'm very much intcicstcd in true stories of misfortune being used as the key to tho door to success. If readers will send trio any true incidents, giving full facts not for publication I'll be glad to retell them for the benefit of my readers. Readers' Questions Answered Mr. Whitehead will answer in this column questions on marketing, buying, selling, advertising, letter writing, busi ness education, and on matters pertain- . . , . ,;- All V '" -.- ... v. vwivfv ,...;. .;n 7, . :.. .a. " """ "" - "i THE SPIRIT LAKE MASSACRE It is a long, long trail for many of us back to school readers, rubber boots and tales of Indian wars. We feel nbout Indian wars as the young woman did who when visiting the aquarium re cently wns as surprised and thrilled at seeing the little seahorse as though she had suddenly come upon Alnddin's lamp. Just because there were pic tures of seahorses ju her book of fairy tales Bhe had relegated them in her mind to the realm of the unreal. One of the latest and best-known Indian massacres was that of Spirit Lake, in northwestern Iowa, and there stiil lives in thnt regidn a little woman who has been known for two genera tions ns "the only survivor of the Spirit Lako Massacre." She is Mrs. Abby Gardiner Sharp. And many nn unwilling memory has been dragged from her mind. That night she was compelled to watch an Indian war dance in celebra tion of the extinction of her family. By the next night they had killed thirty eight people, the entire settlement with the exception of Abby Gai diner nnd three other joung women who were made captives to serve the whims of the Indians nnd net as pack horses when ribt otherwise occupied. "Too Much Cooper" Mrs. Shnrp is a woman weighing less than 100 pounds. "You know," she explained, "East erners all look upon the Indian ns the 'noble red man.' My mother had. that idea. It came from reading so much of James Feulmore Cooper. When the Indians came to our house thnt morn ing father realized that they intended to kill us. His impulse was to defend us nnd 'kill a few of them before they By Chas. McManus HES LEARNIN WITH A FORK ra truck nnd thus win my fortune," an swered tho Laughing Man. "That you will do, Laughing Man, and I will help you nil I can," de clared the lame boy, using exactly tba ; same" charm-like words that Johnny Bull and tho little old woman had spoken before him. Peggy nnd -Billy looked at each othe and wondered what the charin-lika words meant. Wns there 'some strange power in them that would really help the Laughing Man? If there was, ha certainly seemed to reed them, for be cause of his stopping Cranky Jimkins; was far, far down the road. "Ha, ha. ha I See how fast he coes V ,laughed the lanto boy, pointing a crutch at uranky Jimkins. That remark seem ed very odd to Peggy and Billy, for they didn't think-it a bit funny that Cranky Jimkins should get such n big lead. "Ho, ho, ho! He doesn't let any thing stop him," said Laughing Man, rueiuny. "But the broken bridge a mile ahead will stop him," chuckled the lame boy. And now Peggy and Lilly knew why tha lame boy thought the speeding of Cranky Jimkins was so funny. Cranky was rushing into troublo just ns fast as ha could go. "Turn nt the next corner and you will find a safe nnd secure road to the home of Farmer Field, ' added the lame boy. "Ha, ha, ha I What a joke on Cranky Jimkins I" roared the Laughing Man. "Ha, ha, ha I What a joke!" echoed all tho others; but still they all felt rather anxious,, for they knew the race for the fortune was far from ended. (In the next chapter Cranky Jim hint findt himtclf in much tcortt trouble.) 4 receipt. No anonymous corrcspondenei teill bo acknowledged. Readers' initials only will be published. It will taka from four to fifteen days for a reply to appear. Do you belltvo In nmoklnc Ourlnr working hours in a business orllce? uu""k 5. a. No, particularly if thero aro ladies present, nnd I presume that most busi ness offices today have several ladies working therein. vI?t'tiElu!mer L10.0" a. lr!? to tho British ilfi indsa and 'ound that thero Is ft nt ?h. "ufi- "I"0"" "io mall merchant St-., -"'ftl"1.' XP l'.Vy Amrlcn woods. A Ilrlllsh firm, it Is quite a flold for Amer ican commercial men mihfi'..be K,?d t0 "Present a few ot the merchants, whoso addresses I have ob '"&',?.- ,n buylnir goods for them , -..X"1, 5.0U klnd'y, advise me on the croMr method to proceed In such a business; that " . ,neL matter of buying eoods for exportf Is there any bools that will helpT , I'. U. D. I nssumc that you have secured definite contracts to buy for these West Indies mcrclinnts in which case I would advise you to go to your banker nndIay the matter before him, for you probably will need bank help, as many American houses insist on goods being sold with sight draft attached to bill of lading. Your bank may not only give you tha technical help you wish, but you may need financial help also, and it is much better to start in with a good working understanding between yourself and ' the bank. List of books under separata cover. f (CONTINUED TOMORROW) killed us. But mother interfered She begged him to let the Indians in and treat them kindly, hoping that then they would spare our lives. "If we had fought them there might hnve been no Spirit Lake massacre. We might have defended ourselves, and as ours was the first bouse they visited that morning, if we had resisted they might have been discouraged at the out set. At least the rest of the settlement might have been warned. Father asked two young men Who were nt our house to go and warn the settlement, but they sided with mother, who thought tho Indians were only in a pet and that thev would get over it. J "When wo did understand there was; not even time to shut the door." point ing to nn open square of light framed in morning glory vines. "How I stood it is as much of a conundrum to me as to you I, who had been protected from hardship all my life, and who did not know there was such a thing ns evil in the world! When I write down the things that were in that pack I carried I poulil nnr believe it, if I did not know it wns true. It Was hpfivipp tlinn flinoA 4KA ,........ V carried. The Indians took all the settle- ment livestock with them, but onlyona little pony nnd I survived to $each Yankton, where I was rescued,. The weather was so bad that spring that several from the rescuiug pdrties that tried to reach us were frozen to death." Cost State $10,000 The rescue pf Abby Gardiner was ac complished in the guise of n purchasa which wns carried out by a clever Christianized Indian, Horton-Ho-Washta, with two others, who was sent by the state of Minnesota. The ex pedition cost the state the, at that time, considerable sum of $10,000. And the little girl was well on her way to St. Paul before she found out that sha was not the property of nnother tribe "There wens" thirty, eight Indians hanged by tha government for the mas snere of 1S02," Mrs. Sharp recalled, "which was patterned by Inkpaduta upon, his very successful Spirit Laka killing. Lincoln pardoned all but thirty eight of those cpnvicted, Tha easterners couldn't understand what a massacre was like and they interceded for the Indians. "But do you know," Bhe repeated, "it my mother had not read so much of James Fenlinore Cooper down there in Ivew York I don't believe there would. "-! have been a Spirit Lake massacre." Mrs. 8harp bought her father's old log cabin many years after the massacre and built herown cottage near It. 'Father built It," she said. "It was nil there was left to speak of him in tha world. "But," she whispered, 'people coma here and they say to me: 'Weren't yes. awful scared? My! Myl My 1 I nay to these people: 'Fear ceases to mak you afraid. When you aro in battUs your fear has departed.' The aldW who has been, ia battle can underfta, Wra Jf wWJ,y lYork .Jwjal? ffV ' - .A. 0 '' .. ' . X 5" ' .. A Ml - fli
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