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Coal mixed in the Summer is better and cleaner than that mixed during the Win ter rush at the collieries. Coal is plentiful now, whereas a threatened shortage may mean a scarcity in Winter. Why not buy Kellev's Coal now? Don't delay. H. M. Kelley & Co. 1 X. Third Street Yards, 10th and State Sts. EDUCATIONAL School of Commerce Troup Building IP So. Market Sq. Day & Night School Bookkeeping, Shorthand, Stenotypy, Typewriting and Penmanship Bell 485 Cumberland 249-Y The OFFICE TRAINING SCHOOL Kaufman Bids. 4 S. Market Sq. Training That Secures Salary Increasing Positions In the Office Call or send to-day for interesting booklet. "Tlir Art of Getting; Along In the World." Bell phone 619-U. Harrisburg Business College A Reliable School, 31st Year 329 Market St. Harrisburg, Pa, fit Ambulance Service Prompt anil efficient service mft 'or the transportation of patients to nnd from homes, (Mil hospitals, or the H. R. stations. ■HI with special care, experienced yIL attendants anj auinl a a | a rices. Emergency Ambu'ance Service 1745 X. SIXTH ST. Bell Pbone 2423 United 272-W Try Telegraph Want Ads MONDAY EVENING. SILVER SANDALS A Detective Story of Mystery, Love and Adventure. By Clinton H. Stagg. Copyright. W. J. Watt & Co.. International News Service. "Htm!" The blear-eyed man stop ped dead in his tracks. "Him!" he repeated in a tone of dull wonder. Then suspicion came to his voice. "He ain't yer friend. Yer kiddin me: "Not at all!" protested Colton. "His name is Johnson; he's a lawyer.' "Oh!" The guirle started again. "No. I don't know him." "Some one who looks like him, eh?" "Nope!" declared blear-eye posi tively. "X don't know nobody that looks like that. The feller you des cribed ain't nobody. He's just one of her controls." "Controls?" "Yep. One of the spir'ts she brings outta a cabinet. She's got two. One's a girl with red hair. She's Golden Locks. The guy's name is The Pro phet. Him an' the crow is the prof sizers. They tell you what to do when the girl ye'r' strong fer ain't strong fer you. See!" . "Strange combination," mused the blind man. The feeder had brought more information than he had even hoped for. So the girl and the dead man who had been at the table In the restaurant and the woman with the face of terrible age had been together in the house toward which they were going. The blear-eyed guide had seen them. They must be well known in the district; but only as "controls" of the charlatan. Who were they? Who was the woman; the director, the con trolling mind? Why should she have burled herself here in this part of the city? She was no common fortune teller, dependent on the tricks of the trade to bring her dollars. Why the dead man in the restaurant? Why the girl whose hand had broken the steam of her wineglass? "Here's the place!" The blear-eyed man stopped before the brownstone steps between the rusty Iron rails. The windows, with their shutters hanging awry, still gaped emptily. "I'll ring the bell fer you." He started up the steps; then the unaccustomed sound of an automobile horn in the street caused him to turn. The silent Shrimp turned, too.. He saw the car, and he spoke for the first time, in a tense whisper: "It's a runabout, with a racer body, Mr. Colton." The guide almost stumbled as he jumped down the steps to the side of the bind man. "Gimme my quarter," he demanded. "Me wife's callin' me. Gimme it, quick. 1 gotta get!" "Is this the place?" There was sus picion in the blind man's tone; though he knew the guide had led him right. He knew, too, that the sudden fear had been inspired by the coming au tomobile, a car like the one Michael had followed the night before. "You damn piker!" snarled the blear-eyed man. "I hope you get pinched!" He turned on his heel and darted away, a string of oaths trailing behind him as he disappeared into a dark alley. The low, black car drew up to the curb. "Good-morning, Mr. Colton!" greet ed a hearty voice from the car. "What are you doing in this section of the city?" "Just exploring," answered the blind man quietly, but there was a big question in his mind that demanded answer. The voice of the man in the run about car was the voice of the dis trict attorney of New York City! CHAPTER VI -Another Victim It seemed minutes that Sydney Thames' eyes were held by the strange eyes of the woman who stood in the doorway of the house with the dark, cobwebby windows and hanging shut ters. It was only seconds, probably; Fat Baby Chafed Skin Made Smooth, Healthy by ) iblfkCsS ( \J>QWDERJ "On a baby badly chafed, weighing 11 y% pounds at birth," says Nurse Harris, of Watertown, N. Y., "I used Sykes Comfort Powder after everything else had failed to help it. The sore, chafed skin soon became smooth and healthy. There is nothing like Sykes Comfort Powder to heal skin soreness." That's because of its superior medica tion which combines healing, soothing and antiseptic qualities not found ir anything else. At all dealers, 25 cts. IKE COMFORT POWDEB CO., Boston, Maaa B. P. O. Elks Parade —AT— ' READING Thursday, Aug. 31 Special Excursion Train Via Philadelphia & Reading Railway I.v. FHOM Fore. A.M. ' Harrisburg $1.85 s.io ■ Hunimelstown 1.35 8.25 ! Hershey 1.25 5.32 i Palmyra 1.15 8.38 ] Annville 1.00 8.46 1 Lebanon 85 8.58 I Myerstown 75 ft.o7 Reading (arrive) 9.50 RETURNING Special Train will leave Reading 11.00 P. M. for above stations. v SrrTMTrMiil (GEORGE H. SOURBIER™] FUNERAL DIRECTOR >3lO North Third Street Uell l'boui. Aato >rr*lr«. I minute-long seconds of silence. There was no repetition of the strange, eerie throat sound of command; nothing but the coal-black eyes that never wavered. Sydney took a step forward. He did not know why. There was no reason why he should have taken that step; no reason why he should have taken the next. No reason on earth but the woman, who was slowly back ing before him; the woman with the coal-black eyes. He heard the door close behind him creakingly as one sandaled foot of the woman pushed it shut. There was no movement of the eyes that held his; no movement of the flickering candle she held over her head. Behind the woman, on both sides of her, were hangings of dusty black velvet over which weird, cabalistic figures ran riot; signs of the zodiac, freakish figures of animals out of all anatom ical proportions, suns, moons, stars All were of silver, the burnished metal that showed in the stiffness of the thick velvet. The woman s back bent in a curtsey, both arms swept wide, and the candie in its silver holder flickered above her head, where her hand had left it. Sydney Thames knew it was a trick; the velvet hanging with the silver designs to Impress the impres sionable; the silver sandals: the tomb like silence! the garish light of the single candle that accentuated the w erdness of it aIL All a trick! Yes! All but the unwavering, unyielding eyes in the unfathomable depths of which seemed to lurk the wisdom of centuries dead and gone. The arms swept together, the palms met in a sharp, pistol-like slap in the silence of the hall. A swift, darting shadow enshrouded the flickering light for an instant, and a crow black, monstrous, thing of evil, perch ed on the outstretched right arm. "What Is it, sir? Your business at this hour?" The rasping questions came from the bird on the woman's arm! Tbis last, uncanny detail in the whole un canny picture stirred the latent su perstition in Sydney Thames despite himself. He shot a glance over his shoulder toward the door through which he had entered. But behind him, as in the front, the heavy vel vet hangings covered everything. The door was hidden. "Your wishes, sir? Your wishes?" In the scratchy, grating voice of the bird there was impatience. What did he want? What could he say? That he had followed the girl? That he wanted to find out about the murdered man at the restaurant? That he wanted to know why the wo man of the silver sandals had drunk her toast to the man with whom she had sat at the table? Why the man was killed? Who was he? Who was she? Who was the girl he had seen enter the house a few minutes be fore? These were the questions that flash ed through the mind of Thornley Colton's secretary as he stood there. They were the questions he wanted answered. Those were the things he wanted explained. But he could not ask them. The woman before him must not suspect any connection with the murder at the hotel. But even as that thought came, Sydney Thames knew—knew—that the-ooa-l-black eyes of the woman that seemed to read his very soul must understand his visit and its reason. He could not lie! "The murder at the hotel!" He blurted the words, and cursed inward ly because there was a tremor in his voice that all mental striving had not been able to keep out. "The murder at the hotel," he repeated in anely. He knew it was inane, foolish, but the words seemed to come before he could hold them back. He realiz ed that he had probably spoiled every thing; that he had failed at the first responsible part Thornley Colton had ever given him. But the blind man was far away; the coal-black eyes were very near. "There was no murder." Again the metallic voice of the crow answered, as a pariot would have answered; re peating a thing it had learned by rote. The woman did not move a muscle, her arms remained outstretched at her sides, there was no expression on the wrinkled face. She stood like a statue against her background of black, her arm a perch for the crow who spoke because she was deaf and dumb. "The bearded man at the restaurant —the dead man there!" Sydney's words were puerile, and he knew it, but some separate consciousness seem ed speaking while another part of him stood aloof, unable to combat the things, that was leading him to say words he did not want to say "The Prophet?" rasped the crow. The Prophet? You want to speak with the Prophet? He knows all things, sees all things, tells all things that you wish to know. Come!" Again came the shadow across he suspended candle, as the crow left the woman's arm. Its winps flapped softly against the black velvet. Its bill pecked at the hangings a moment, I and they swung back, revealing a j door. The woman's arm moved up- BIGGEST THING OF KIND EVER SEEN j Crowds Visited Gorgas' Drug Store to J/Carn About Famous Medicine i The demand for Tanlac, the famous Master Medicine that is accomplishes such surprising results over stomach | liver, kidney and catarrhal affections is already great and is steadily in creasing. All day Saturday a con tinuous stream of people visited Gor- Ras' Drug Store to inquire about the I preparation, to see how distributed and |to learn just what Tanlac actually looked like. Many had their minds all made up and simply said: "I want | Tanlac." The Introduction of Tanlac is. therefore, the biggest thing of the | kind ever before seen Jn this city. | "We have been agreeably surprised " ! said Mr. Gorgas. "While familiar with j the success the medicine achieved in other cities, we had no idea its popu | larity would become so universal I within so short a time, nor did we ex | pect such gratifying results. The de- I mand is already surprising to some of ; our older men." | E. W. Carey, the Tanlac man. said: "It is just as we expected. No one i should be surprised by the tremendous j demand for Tanlac after it is consid ered that the ingredients which make the Master Medicine come from such I remote parts of the Alps, Appenines, ! Pyrenees, Jamaica, Brazil, West In ' dies, Persia, India, Mexico, Columbia ! and Peru. "In our principal laboratory, direct ed by Herr Joseph Trimbach, a native Oerman chemist, these niedlcina) herbs, roots, barks and flowers are assembled In the rough and painstak ingly developed to that high standard of efficiency that Is shown by the uni form preparation Tanlac. "In sterilized bottles, made expressly for the purpose, Tnnlac is placed, la beled and cartoned. It is inspected again and then crated for points over the world where the demand requires. Tanlac's success will grow steadily greater."—Adv. HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH I All Harrisburg Is Talking About I I The Automatic Telephone 1 They have seen the marvelous apparatus in operation at our exhibit at 308 MARKET STREET (Between Third and Fourth Sts.) They have had it explained and they have tried the service themselves. And now All Harrisburg Wants to Talk Over I THE AUTOMATIC TELEPHONE | over this wonderful system of efficient service. This desire will be gratified shortly for we are now rushing the installation of our big city exchanges and they will be serving Harrisburg and Steelton soon. Meantime, if you have not yet visited our exhibit, if you have not yet learned how r wonderfully quick, accurate, and simple the Automatic Tele phone really is, if you have not yet given yourself the pleasure of making a few calls over the miniature demonstration system, we invite you to call at any time and do so. The exhibit is open from 8 A. M. to 10 P. M. and you will always be wel come. Remember the location 308 MARKET STREET I Cumberland Valley Telephone Co., of Pa. 1 HARRISBURG, PA. ward, she seemed to pluck the candle- I stick from the air, and with a move- ! ment of her eyes she commanded ! Sydney Thames to tollow her. The moment the eyes of the woman turned from his, Sydney Thames 1 shook off the spell of them. He was himself again. But there was no turn ing back now. He would see all there was to be seen, hear all there was to hear. There was no thought in his mind of danger. The hanging candle, the crow, the cord he saw that had re leased the swinging velvet curtain over ; the door, were all parts Of the charla- | tan's stage setting. A fortune-teller. ] a clairvoyant. He could take care of | himself, and he would have even more ; information than Thornley Colton ex- | pected. He had failed in the first part, j He would more than make up for it i now. So he followed her. The room they entered was but a I counterpart of the hall on a larger scale. The same velvet wall covering with the strange silver figures was there. A stuffed owl perched on a big cabinet in a corner. A skull gaped grinnlngly from a black wooden table in the center of the floor. Silver scarabs spread their wings over the black wooden chairs. A typical clair voyant's room, thought Sydney, and a cynical smile came to his face for an instant. He had seen them before. Did the woman hope to impress him with such tawdry fake? Did she thtnk to frighten him with her spirit mani festations? That was the old, old game. The Prophet! Bah! He pretended semihypnosis as he seated himself in the chair which a motion of the woman's arm indicated. She sat facing him in another chair, beside the black table. He met her eyes fairly, but every part of him was fighting against them now. The sur i prise at seeing the woman in the door way when ho stood on the brownstone steps had taken htm off hs guard, and he had obeyed the commands of her eyes before he had had a chance to recover himself. Now he and she were starting equal. But the coal black eyes seemed to make no fight for the mastery of Sydney's mind. They flashed their glances on all sides of the room, following the flight of the black crow as it slowly circled the walls; following the bird till it alighted on the skull on the table beside her. She was neglecting no detail of the stage setting, Sydney told himself. But a shiver went down his spine as he watched the crow. It flapped its wings; It cawed rauciously, once, twice. Then it slowly turned to face the woman. "Sleep. Silver Sandals!" came its sharp voice. "Sleep, Silver Sandals. Command the Prophet to appear. The young man before you wishes speech with him. It is I who command vou; I, the vested spirit of the great liam eses. You, who can hear no human voice or earthly sound know what I j say, because I speak from another I world. Obey! Obey!" j The remarkable eyes of the woman ' closed, the head with its white hair I and wrinkled face nodded back and 1 forth slowly in time with the solemn, metallic voice of the bird. Sydney | Thames knew It was the old trance* j medium trick. There would probably ■ be mysterious rapplngs produced by J mechanical means; perhaps the slate writing hoax. But the single candle, the old, old woman with her silver sandals and black satin dress, and tho crow were uncannily impressive. With the closed eyes, the age-lined face of the woman seemed softer, the repellent expression melted into peace, repose. The regular breathing was that of a little child. It was impres sive, °>ut Sydney refused to be im pressed. Colton had explained to him all the tricks of the spiritualist char latan: the magnetic rappers, the thin wires that tilted tables, the false black cardboard on which the slate writing | was written, the tricks of lights that produced diaphanous spirits with In dian names. This would be the same, despite the elaborate stage settings. Around the cabinet in the corner came a ghostly glow, whitely phos phorescent. Slowly the black velvet curtains parted. Sydney Thames' chair pushed back as his whole body jumped; his breath choked in his throat. Standing before him in the light, head held high, bright eyes star ing straight ahead, was the bearded man of the restaurant; the dead man he had left sitting at the table! There was no doubt o£ it— no doubt of the bushy brown beard streaked with gray that almost met the eyes and covered half the vest. There was no doubt of the clothes, cut accord ing to the fashion of half a century past. The bearded man took a step. Another. There were no supporting arms now, but the leg lifting was that of an automaton. Jerkily mechanical, as had been the gait of the man he had watched enter the diningroom Ashamed of her bad complexion If you, too, are embarrassed by a pimply, blotchy, unsightly com plexion, try Resinol Soap and Res inol Ointment regularly for a week and see if they do not begin to make a blessed difference in your skin. They also help make red, rough hands and arms soft and white. | £hsinol \Soap and Ointment are sold byall drurnists For trial free, write to Dept. 20-R, Resinol, Baltimore. AUGUST 28, 1916. an hour before. The man was com ing: toward him. Sydney Thomas sat rigid in his chair. There was but one thought in the mind of Cotton's sec retary then: to get away. But. his muscles refused to obey the dictates of his brain. It wasn't a trick of the lights. It wasn't a trick of anything. The man was there.. He was before him. lie was flesh and blood; alive! 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The arms that were now bent at the el bows and held away from the body, as though invisible hands were aiding the paralytic steps, had rested on the res taurant table, one hand loosely around the stem of the filled wineglass, the other palm down on the cloth, when Thames had last seen them. (To Be Continued.)
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