The bulletin. (Irwinton, Wilkinson County, Ga.) 191?-19??, November 21, 1913, Image 3

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Newspaper Page Text‘^sSw&tiS / EBE BLAZED TM/L, CQBJI/PO/^SNOUSEETC.ETE. •x • - ^LWSVKATg© b!©^aS>^®kt smith. \ COPYRTGHTJ9J2, TH^OBB^XESKILL CQMB4HY. CHAPTER I. The Owner of New York. Persy Darrow, a young man of scien. title training, indolent manners, effem- Jnate appearance, hidden energy, and absolute courage, lounged through the doors of the Atlas Building. Since ihis rescue from the volcanic island "that had witnessed the piratical mur der of his old employer. Doctor Scher merhorn, the spectacular dissolution •ot the murderers, and his own impris onment in a cave beneath the very roar of an eruption, he had been nurs ing his shattered nerves back to their normal strength. Now he felt that at last he was able to go to work again. Therefore, he was about to approach a man of influence among practical scientists, from whom he hoped fur ther occupation. As the express elevator shot upward, he passed a long slender hand across his eyes. The rapid motion confused him still. The car stopped, and the metallic gates clanged open. Darrow -obediently stepped forth. Only when the elevator had disappeared did his upward glanc'e bring to him the knowl •edge that he had disembarked one ■floor too soon. Darrow’s eye fell on a lettered sign outside the nearest door. He smiled ■a slow red-lipped smile beneath his small silky mustache, dropped his black eyelashes In a flicker of reminis cence, hesitated • moment, then step ped languidly forward and opened the •door. The sign indicated the head ■quarters of the very modest commis sionership behind which McCarthy ■chose to work. McCarthy, quite sim ply, at that time owned New York. As Darrow entered, McCarthy hung ■up the telephone receiver with a ■smash, and sat glaring at the Instru ment. After a moment he turned his •small bright eyes toward the new comer. . “Hello, Pere,” he growled. “Didn’t see you. Say, I’m so mad my skin •cracks. Just now some measly little shrimp called me up from a public booth. What ye suppose he wanted, now? Oh, nothin’! Just told me in ■so many words for me to pack up my little trunk and sail for Europe and never come back! That’s all! He give me until Sunday, too.” McCarthy barked out a short laugh, and reached ■for a cigar-box, which he held out to Darrow. Percy shook his head. "So he wants •you to go to Europe?” “Wants me? Orders me! Says I got to.” McCarthy laughed. “Lovely thought!” He puffed out a cloud of smoke. “Says if I don’t obey orders he’ll send me a ‘sign’ to convince me!” went on the boss. “He’s got a mean voice. He ought to have a tag hung on him and get carried to the morgue. He give me the shivers, like a dead man. I never hear such a unholy thing outside a graveyard at mid night!” Percy Darrow was surveying him -with leisurely amusement, a slight ■w < Wi Jak ■McCarthy Stumped Down a Flight of Stairs. smile playing- over his narrow dark lace. "His ‘sign’ he promised is apt to be a bomb,” observed Darrow. “He’s nutty, all right,” McCarthy agreed, “but when he said that, he was doing the tall religious. He’s got a bug that way.” “Your affair,” said Darrow. "Just the same, I’d have an outer office.”' "Outer office —rot!” said the boss. “An outer office just gets cluttered up with people waiting. Here they've got to say right out in meeting—it I want ’em to. What’s the good word, Pere? What can I do for you?” Darrow smiled. "You know very ■well, my fat friend, that the only rea son you like, me at all i» that I'm the one an& only max who comet Into this office who doesn’t want one sin gle thing of you.” “I suppose that’s it,” agreed Mc- Carthy. The telephone rang. He snatched down the receiver, listened a moment, and thrust forward his heavy jowl. "Not on your life!” he growled in answer to some question. While he was still occupied with the receiver, Percy Darrow nodded and sauntered out. CHAPTER 11. The Shadow of Mystery. Darrow walked up the one flight of steps to the story above. He found his acquaintance in, and at once broached the subject of his errand. Doctor Knox promised the matter his attention. The two men then em barked on a long discussion of Profes sor Schermerhorn’s discovery of super radium, and the strange series of events that had encompassed his death. Into the midst of the discus sion burst McCarthy, his face red with suppressed anger. "Can I use your phone?” he growled. “Oh, yes,” said he, as he caught sight ot the instrument. Without awaiting the requested permission, he jerked the receiver from its hook and placed it to his ear. “Deader than a smelt!” he burst out. "This is a nice way to run a public business! Thanks,” he nodded to Doc tor Knox, and stormed out Darrow rose languidly. “I’ll see you again,” he told Knox. “At present I’m going to follow the human cyclone. It takes more than mere telephones to wake McCarthy up like that.” He found the boss in the hall, his finger against the “down” button. “That’s three cars has passed me,” he snarled, trying to peer through the ground glass that, in the Atlas Building, surrounded the shaft. “I’ll tan somebody's hide. Down!” he bel lowed at a shadow on the glass. “Have a cigarette,” proffered Percy Darrow. “Calm down. To the scien tific eye you’re out of condition for such emotions. You thicknecks are subject to apoplexy.” “Oh, shut up!” growled McCarthy. "There isn’t a phone in order in this building two floors either way. I’ve tried ’em—and there, hasn’t been for twenty minutes. And I can’t get a messenger to answer a call; and that ring-tailed, star-spangled ornament of a janitor won’t answer his private bell. I’ll get him bounced so high the black birds will build nests in his ear before he comes down again.” After trying vainly to stop a car on its way up or down, McCarthy stump ed down a flight of stairs, followed more leisurely by the calmly unhur ried Darrow. Here the same per formance was repeated. A half dozen men by now had joined them. So they progressed from story to story until an elevator boy, attracted by their frantic shouts, stopped to see what was the matter. Immediately the door was slid back on its runners, Mc- Carthy seized the astonished operator by the collar. “Come out of that, you scum of the earth!” he roared. “Come out ot that and tell me why you don't stop for signals!” “I ain’t seen no signals!” gasped the elevator boy. Some one punched the button^ but the little, round, annunciator disk in the car failed to illuminate. “I wonder if there’s anything in order in this miserable hole!” snarled McCarthy. “The lights is gone out,” volunteer ed the boy; and indeed for the first time the men flow crowding the car noticed that thje incandescents were dead. While McCarthy stormed out to spread abroad impartial threats against two public utility concerns for interfering with his business, Percy Darrow, his curiosity aroused, inter viewed the janitor. Under that func tionary’s guidance he examined the points of entrance for the different wires used for lighting and communi cation ; looked over the private-bell in stallations, and ascended again to the corridor, abstractedly dusting his fin gers. There he found a group of the building’s tenants, among whom he dis tinguished Doctor Knox. “Same complaint, I suppose—no phones, no lights, no bells,” he re marked. “Seems to be,” replied Knox. “Gen eral condition. Acts as though the main arteries had been cut outside.” “Inside bells? House phonos?" sug gested Darrow. The repair men came in double quick time and great confidence. They went to work in an assured manner, which soon slackened to a slower be wilderment. Some one disappeared, to return with a box ot new batteries. T^he head repair man connected a group of these with a small bell in the executive office. The instrument, how ever, failed to respond. "Try you ammeter,” suggested Dar row, who haO followed. THE BULLETIN, IRWINTON, GEORGIA. The delicate needle of the instru ment did not quiver. “Batteries dead!” said the repair man. “Jim, what the hotel-bill do you mean by getting dead batteries? Go back and bring a new lot, and test ’em.” In due time Jim returned. “These test to fifteen," said he. “Go to It!” “Test —nothing!” roared the repair man after a moment. "These are dead, too.” , Percy Darrow left the ensuing ar gument to its own warmth. It was growing late. In the corridor a few hastily-brought lamps cast a dim licit. Percy collided against Doctor Knox entering the building. “Not fixed yet?” asked the latter in evident disappointment. “What’s the matter?” “I don’t know,” said Darrow slowly; “it puzzles me. It’s more than an or dinary break of connections or short circuiting through apparatus. If one could Imagine a big building like this polarized in some way—anyway, the electricity is dead. Look here.” He pulled an electric flash-light from his pocket. “Bought this fresh on my way here. Tested it, of course. Now, there’s nothing wonderful about these toys going back on a man; but” —he pressed the button and peered down the lens—“this Is a funny coinci dence.” He turned the lens toward his friend. The filament was dark. CHAPTER 111. The Moving Finger Writes. The condition of affairs in the’ At las Building lasted long enough to car ry the matter up to the experts in the employ of the companies; that is to say, until about three o’clock the fol lowing morning. Then, without rea son, and all at once, the whole build ing from top to bottom was a blaze ot incandescent light. The little group of workmen and experts nodded in a competent and satisfied manner, and began leisurely i LUL ■ Ml JT An Astonishing Sight Met His Eyes, to pack their tools as though at the successful completion of a long and difficult job. But every man jack of them knew perfectly well that the electrical ap paratus of the building was now in ex actly the same condition as it had been the evening before. No repair work had followed a futile investiga tion. As the group moved toward the outer air, the head repair man quietly dropped behind. Surreptitiously he applied the slender cords of his pocket ammeter to the zinc and carbon of the dead batteries concerning whose fresh ness he and his assistant had argued. The delicate needle leaped forward, quivered like a snake’s tongue, and hovered over a number. “Fifteen,” read the repair man; and then, after a moment: “Hell!" The daily business, therefore, open ed normally. The elevator shot from floor to floor; the telephones rang; the call-bells buzzed, and all was well. At six o'clock came the scrub-woman; at half past seven the office boys; at eight the clerks; a little later some of the heads; and precisely at nine Mal achi McCarthy, as was his invariable habit. As the bulky form of the political boss pushed around the leaves of the revolving door, the elevator starter glanced at his watch. This was not to determine if McCarthy was on time, but to see if the watch was right. McCarthy had recovered his good humor. He threw a joke at the negro polishing the brass, and paused gen ially to exchange a word with the ele vator starter. “Worked until about three o’clock," the latter answered a question. "Got it fixed all right. No, they didn’t say what was the matter. Something to do with the wires, I suppose." “Most likely," agreed McCarthy. At that moment an elevator dropped from above and came to rest, like a swift bird alighting. The doors parted to let out a young man wearing | the cap of the United Wireless. “Good morning, Mr. McCarthy," this j young man remarked in passing. “Aren’t going into the sign-painting I business, are you?” He laughed. "What ye givln’ us, Mike?" demand ed McCarthy. The young man wheeled to include the elevator starter in the joke. “Air was full of dope most of last; night from some merry little jester. working a toy, home-made. He just kept repeating the same thing something about ‘McCarthy, at six i o'clock you shall have a sign given unto you. It works,' over and over all night. Some new advertising dodge, 1 reckon. Didn't know but you ; were the McCarthy and were getting . a present from some admiring constit uent.” He threw back his head and laughed, but McCarthy’s ready anger rose. “Where did the stuff come from?" “Out of the fresh air," replied the operator. “From most anywhere in side the zone of communication." "Couldn’t you tell who sent it?” “No way. It wasn’t signed. Come from quite a distance, though” "How can you tell that?" “You can tell by the way n sounds. Say, they ought to be a law about these amatoors cluttering up the air this way. Sometimes I got to pick my own dope out of a dozen or fifteen messages all ticking away in my head piece at once.” “I know the crazy slob what sent ’em, all right, all right,” growled Mc- Carthy. “He’s nutty for fair." “Well, if he’s nutty, I wish you’d hurry his Little trip to Matteawan,” complained the operator, turning away. The boss went to his office, where he established himself behind his table-top desk. There all day he con ducted a leisurely business of mysteri ous import, sitting where the cool autumn breeze from the river brought its refreshment. There were two other, inner, offices to McCarthy’s establishment, in which sat a private secretary and an office boy. Occasionally McCarthy, with some especial visitor, retired to one of these for a more confidential conver sation. The secretary seemed always very busy; the office boy was often in the street. At noon McCarthy took lunch at a small round table in the case below. When he reappeared at the elevator shaft, the elevator starter again verified his watch. Malachi Mc- Carthy had but the one virtue of ac curacy, and that had to do with mat ters of time. At five minutes of six he reached for his hat; at three min utes of six he boarded the elevator. “Runs all right today, Sam," he re marked genially to the boy whom he had half throttled the evening before. He stood for a moment in the en trance of the building, enjoying the sight of the crowds hurrying to their cars, the elevated, the subway, and the ferries. The clang and roar of the city pleased his senses, as a ves sel vibrates to its master tone. Mc- Carthy was feeling largely paternal as he stepped toward the corner, for to a great extent the destinies of these people were in his hands. “Easy marks!” was his philan thropic expression of this sentiment. At the corner he stopped for a car. He glanced up at the clock at the Metropolitan tower. The bronze hand pointed to the stroke of six. As he looked, the first note of the quarter chimes rang out. The car swung the corner and headed down the street. McCarthy stepped forward. The sweet chimes ceased their fourfold phrasing, and the great bell began its spaced and solemn booming. One! —Two! —Three! —Four! —Five! Six! McCarthy counted. At the recol lection of a crazy message from the Unknown, he smiled. He stepped for ward to hold up his hand at the car. Somewhat to his surprise the car had already stopped some twenty feet away. McCarthy picked his way to the car. “Wonder you wouldn't stop at a crossing." he growled. “Juice give out,” explained the mo torman. McCarthy clambered aboard and sat dow r n in a comfortably filled car. Up and down the perspective of the street could be seen other cars, also stalled. Ten minutes slipped by; then Mala chi McCarthy grew impatient. With a muttered growl he rose, elbowed his way through the strap-hangers, and stepped to the street. A row of idle taxicabs stood in front of the Atlas Building. Into the first of these bounced McCarthy, throwing his ad dress to the expectant chauffeur. The man hopped down from his box, threw on the coii switch and ran to the front. He turned the engine over the compression, but no explosion fol lowed. He repeated the effort a dozen times. Then, grasping the starting handle with a firmer grip, he "whirled" the engine—without result. “What’s the matter? Can’t you make her go?” demanded McCarthy, thrust ing his head from the door. “Will you please listen, sir, and see MERELY A POPULAR BELIEF Scholars Question Whether the Apple Was the -Forbidden Fruit” in the Garden of Eden. Why and how it has happened that tho apple has been spoken of as the fruit that was forbidden in the Gar den of Eden is one of the great puz zles of Biblical scholars. The fact is that in Genesis 3, where the incident of the eating of this fruit of the “Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil" is mentioned, no name whatever is given to the fruit. AU that is said is; "And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat. and gave also unto her husband with her; and he did eat" (verse 6). In fact, scholars doubt very serious ly whether it was the apple at all. They suggest that all evidence points to it having been the quince, fragrance of which was held in the highest es- If you near a buzz when 1 cum ben over?” requested the chauffeur. “I don’t hear nothing,” was the ver dict. “I’m sorry, but you'll have to take another cab,” then said the man. “My coil’s gone back on me.” McCarthy impatiently descended, entered the next taxi in line, and re peated the same experience. By now the other chauffeurs, noticing the predicament of their brethren, were anxiously and perspiringly at work. Not an engine answered the call of the road! A passing truck driver, grin ning from ear to ear, drove slowly down the line, dealing out the ancient jests rescued for the occasion from an oblivion to which the perfection of the automobile had consigned them. McCarthy added his mite; he was beginning to feel himself the victim of a series of nagging impertinences, which he resented after his kind. “If,” said he, “your company would put out something on the street be sides a bunch of retired grist-mills with clock dials hitched on to them, you might be able to give the public some service. I've got lots of time. Don't hurry through your afternoon exercise on my account. Just buy a lawn-mower and a chatelaine watch apiece—you’d do just as well.” By now every man had bis battery box open. McCarthy left them, puz zling over the singular failure of tha electrical apparatus, which is the nerv ous system of the modern automobile. He turned into Fifth Avenue. Ad astonishing sight met his eyes. The old days had returned. The center of the long roadway, down which ordinarily a long file of the pur ring monsters of gasoline creep and dash, shouldering aside the few han soms and victorias remaining from a bygone age, now showed but a swing ing slashing trot of horses. Hansoms, hacks, broughams; up raised whips, whirling in signal; the spat spat of horses' hoofs; all the ob solescent vehicles that ordinarily doze in hope along the sands of the side streets; it was a gay sight of the past raised again for the moment to reality by the same mysterious blight that had shadowed the Atlas Building the night before. McCarthy looked about him for a hansom. There was none unengaged. In fact, the boss soon determined that many others, like himself, were wait ing for a chance at the first vacant one. Reluctantly he made up his mind to walk. He glanced up at the tower ot the Metropolitan Building; then stared in astonishment. The hands of the great dial were still perpendicular —the hour indicated was still six o'clock! (TO BE CONTINUED.) Woman and Her Hat. A woman cannot stick a, hat on her head as you stick a stamp on a letter. There is an ingenious machine that sticks stamps on letters at the rate of several thousand an hour. But no body has invented a machine for stick ing hats on the heads of women. A man can buy a hat in five minutes, but no woman would dream of buying a hat in less than an hour. Often a woman will acquire a splitting head ache in the attempt to find one hat to suit her out of a hundred, and not seldom she carries away the head ache without a hat on it. The hat hunt is only a small part of the daily agony of shopping, and yet a man, London Opinion remarks, would rath er cut his throat than engage in a hat hunt as a dispassionate spectator. Men prefer to hunt the fox or the stag, the tiger or the lion, the grizzly or the grouse. A tiger hunt is not nearly so perilous as a hat hunt. Question of Degree. On a writ of error to the supreme court of one of the territories, counsel for plaintiff in error sharply criticized the rulings of the trial judge. When the counsel for the defendant in error began his reply, the following took place: "May it please your honors, before I finish my argument, i think I can show you that the trial judge was not as crazy as counsel on the other side would make him out to be.” By a member of the court: "Let ma understand you; you admit the fact ot insanity of the trial judge, but deny its degree?"—Case and Comment. teem by the Orientals. Another point in favor of the quince is that it is the fruit which was sacred to Venus, the goddess of live, and in a great many of the ancient writings the quince is very frequently mentioned in this man ner. In Babylonia Ishtar took the place of Venus in the Roman mythol ogy, and it should be remembered that the story of the creation origina ted with the Babylonians. All evi dence seems to point away from the apple having beeu the "Forbidden Fruit," and towards the quince as hav ing been that fruit of the "Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil." Joviality Out of Place. "Your mistake was in misunder standing your country." said Mr. Plow den. to a man and woman found dan cing in the street and charged with disorderly conduct at Marylebone "This is net a country where people can afford to be jovial. You must cul tivate a spirit of melancholy if yoc want to be safe. Go away and be as sad as you can.” —London Tit-Bite. MS, DISPEM ANOJNOIGESTIOB “Pape’s Diapepsin” settles sour, gassy stomachs in five minutes—Time It! You don't want a slow remedy when your stomach is bad —or an uncertain one—or a harmful one —your stomach is too valuable; you mustn’t injure IL Pape's Diapepsin is noted for its speed in giving relief; its harmless ness; Its certain unfailing action in regulating sick, sour, gassy stomachs. Its millions of cures In indigestion, dyspepsia, gastritis and other stomach, trouble has made it famous the world over. Keep this perfect stomach doctor in your home —keep it handy —get a large fifty-cent case from any dealer and then if anyone should eat something which doesn’t agree with them; if what they eat lays like lead, ferments and sours and forms gas; causes head ache, dizziness and nausea; eructa tions of acid and undigested food — remember as soon as Pape's Diapepsin comes in contact with the stomach all such distress vanishes. Its prompt ness, certainty and ease in overcoming the worst stomach disorders is a rev» lation to those who try it. —Adv. Felt at Home. He had been around from church to church trying to find a congenial con gregation. and finally he stepped in a little church just as the congregation read with the minister: “We have left undone those things which we ought to have done, and we have done those things which we ought not to have done.” The man dropped into a pew with a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness,” he said. “Uva found my crowd at last.” —Ladies’ Home Journal. HER TROUBLES BEGAN EARLY Young Lady Relates Her Experi> ence, and Tells How She Overcame Troubles Which Started at Fifteen. Paulina, La. —“When I was only fif teen years old." says Miss Lizzie St. Pierre, of this town, “I began suffer ing from womanly troubles. I had all kinds of pains, felt nervous, dizzy and weak, had headache, backache, and with all that I had fever. I commenced taking Cardui, the woman’s tonic, and it made me per fectly well Am only seventeen years old now, but feel a whole lot younger. Mama got so she couldn’t sleep, and always felt dizzy. She took Car dui treatment, and now she is in per fect health. If you think the publication of this letter will encourage other suffering ladies to try Cardui. you may print it. I certainly feel thankful for what Cardui has done for my mother and me.” Thousands of women have written, like Miss St. Pierre, to tell of the bene ficial results they obtained by taking this well-known woman's remedy. You must believe that Cardui will help you, because it has helped so many others. Composed of purely vegetable, medi cinal ingredients, having a gentle, strengthening action on the system, Cardui is a reliable remedy for young and old, with absolutely no bad after effects. Try it. and you will find it of benefit, whenever you need a tonic. At the nearest drug store. N. B.— Write to- Chattanooga Medicine Co„ Ladies’ Advisory Dept.. Chattanooga, Tenn., lot Serial on your case and 64-page book, “Home Treatment for Women," sent m plain wrapper. Adv. A Wondir. “Have you ever noticed one odd thing about blunt people?" “What is that?” “They are the ones who generally come to the point." INEXPENSIVE SULPHUR BATHS AT HOME People travel long distances and spend large sums of money to secure the benefits of sulphur springs and baths because for generations sulphur has been known to be one of nature's most valuable curatives unequalled as a blood purifier. By dissolving 2 to 4 tablespoonfuls of Hancock’s Sulphur Compound in a hot bath you get the same effect and your system absorbs the sulphur through the pores of the skin. For prickly heat and summer' skin troubles of infants and children use a teaspoonful of the Sulphur Com pound in a bowl of warm water. This makes a refreshing bath and quickly alleviates the pain. Sold by all deal ers 50c. a bottle. Hancock Liquid Suh phur Co., Baltimore, Md. —Adv. Impossible. "Silence is gold, isn't it?" “Os course." “Then I wish they would invent some new kind of dentistry that could fill a woman's mouth with it." Important to Mothers Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for Infants and children, and see that it Bears the Signature of In Use For Over 30 Years. Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castoria A Surmise. “Is this article what you call class ical writing?" "1 don't know; it is all Greek to me.”