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SYNOPSIS.
Percy Darrow, young scientist In
search of a job, enters the office of
"Boss” McCarthy of New York. Mc-
Carthy has just been threatened by an
anonymous message ordering him to flee
to Europe. He does not take the mes
sage seriously. Darrow goes up the
elevator to try for a position with Dr.
Knox. Suddenly the electric apparatus
in the Atlas building goes out of busi
ness. Experts are unable to locate the
trouble. All at once, without apparent
reason, electric connections are restored.
The next evening McCarthy is warned
that unless he leaves at once for Europe
a sign will be sent him at six. Prompt
ly at that hour the entire electric appar
atus of New York Is cut oft. Percy Dar
row thinks he has a clue. He engages
the help of Jack Warford, a college ath
lete. They visit McCarthy and offer to
run down the cause of his mysterious
trouble. McCarthy has just received an
other warning by wireless. At six a
deathly stillness falls on the Atlas build
ing, blotting out all sound. Next day the
whole town is thrown into darkness and
all hearing suspended. Prof. Eldridge,
the noted scientist, becomes interested in
the phenomena. Darrow’s theory Is that
the man who is sending the warnings has
discovered some force by which he can
cut through the vibrations of electricity,
light and sound. McCarthy has disap
peared. Darrow places Eldridge in pos
session of all the facts in the case and of
his own theories in relation thereto and
challenges him to solve the mystery.
More terrifying messages come. Dar
row, through the newspapers, reassures
the people. He fears the Unknown will
■stop the vibrations of heat which would
mean complete annihilation of all life,
animal and vegetable. The Unknown
threatens to wipe out the city. Thous
ands of people flee. Darrow sits non
chalantly receiving wireless messages in
’McCarthy’s office while Eldridge experi
ments with the purpose of locating the
Unknown. Eldridge’s experiments fail.
The city is thrown again Into a panic and
everyone Is trying to escape. The mayor
and some of his cohorts are found frozen
to death in the city hall while in the
midst of a crooked deal.
CHAPTER XXI.
I In the Face of Eternity.
Hell popped just as soon as the
newspapers could get out their extras.
Monsieur X had at last struck, and
both interest and belief urged the man
aging editors at last to give publicity
to all the theories, the facts, and the
latest message from the fanatic Un
known.
, The latter came about three o’clock:
"To the People: You have defied me,
and you have doubted my power. There
is no good in you. I, who would have
saved you, now must bring about your
death as a stubborn and a stiff-necked
generation. In humanity is no more
good, and of this world I desire nothing
mere. Prepare within the next three
hours to appear before a mightier throne,
than mine.”
Percy Darrow, reading this, said to
Jack Warford, "It is time to act,” and.
accompanied by the younger man, qui
etly left the room.
The reader of imagination—and no
other will read this tale —must figure
to himself the island of Manhattan
during the next two hours. The entire
population, nearly, tried to leave it at
once. When only the suburban dwell
ers, urged simply by the desire for
a hot dinner, attempt to return home
between five and six, the ways are con
gested enough. Now, stricken with
the fear of death, the human cattle
fought frantically to reach the inade
quate exits of the great theater of
tragedy.
There was fighting in the streets,
and panic, and stark rumor, of course;
and there was heroism, and coolness,
and the taking of thought. To the
little group of men in the top floor of
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the Atlas Building the roar of riot
came up like the thunder of the or
chestra before the rise of the curtain.
Most of the people in the streets fled
from a danger they did not understand.
Eldridge was there, looking some
-what flustered for the first time in his
life, and four of the large committee,
that had employed him. Simmons sat
calmly at his post, and of all the re
porters Hallowell alone had stood by.
He had faith in Darrow, and he knew
that in the Despatch office a little
handful of men stood in the shadow of
death on the off chance of the biggest
scoop since Noah’s flood.
The four solid citizens looked at one
another. The oldest turned to El
dridge.
“Then your opinion is that the city
is doomed?”
“I can offer no other solution, sir,"
said the scientist. “It is at last evi
dent that this man’s power over ethe
real vibrations extends to those form
ing heat-rays. If this is so, it follows
that he can cut off all life by stopping
all heat. If his threat is carried out,
we can but look forward to a repeti
tion on a large scale of the City Hall
affair.
The aged financier now spoke to
Simmons.
“And the last report from the
searchers?” he asked formally.
“The search is being pursued, sir,”
replied the operator, “by twenty thou
sand men. There remain some fifty
miles of country to go over, Mr. Ly
ons.”
Lyons turned his shaggy head
toward a younger, slim, keen-eyed man
of fifty.
“And the city will, in your judgment,
Mr. Perkins, take how long to empty?”
“Days—in the present confusion,”
said Perkins shortly. “We can move
only a limited percentage. Thank God,
most of our. men are standing by. I
think all our rolling stock is moving.”
Lyons nodded twice.
“And you?” he asked the third of
the party, a stout young man of thirty
eight or so.
“How many stations are on the job,
Simmons?” asked this man.
“All but two, sir,” replied the opera
tor. “D and P don’t answer. I guess
they beat it.”
“How do they report the bulletin
men?”
“On the job,” replied the wireless
man.
The stout young man turned to
Lyons.
“Well, sir,” said he, “I don’t know
whether we or the hand of death will
be called on to quiet them”—he paused
for an instant with uplifted hand; the
roar and crash and wail of the city
wide riot surged into the gap of his
silence—“but if it is we,” he went on,
“our little arrangements are made. My
men know what to do, and my men are
on the job,” he concluded proudly.
Lyons nodded again.
“We have all done our best,” said
he. “Now, gentlemen, I do not see
how we can possibly accomplish any
thing more by remaining here. My au
tomobile is in concealment in the old
stable in the rear of 127. My yacht
is standing off the Battery awaiting
signal to come in. We have,” he
glanced at hie watch, “over an hour
before the threatened catastrophe.”
He looked up expectantly. The men
all glanced uneasily at one another,
except Simmons, who stared at his bat
teries stolidly.
“Come, gentlemen.” urged Lyons,
after a moment. “There is really not'
much time to lose, for you know the
yacht must steam beyond the danger
zone.”
“Beat it,” spoke up Simmons, at last.
“There ain’t any good of you here. If
anything comes in, I can handle it.
It’s just a case of send out orders to
your bulletin men.”
“I think I’d better stay,” observed
Paige, the stout young man, with an
air of apology. “I know I’m not much
use; but I've placed men, and they’ll
stick; and if this freeze-out proposition
goes through—why, they're in it,
and —”
“That's how I feel,” broke in Per
kins. “But you have done your full
duty, Mr. Lyons, and you have no rea
son to stay. Let me get your car
around to you—”
“Oh, I’m going to stay,” said Lyons.
“If you gentlemen feel it your duty,
how much more is it mine! Professor
Eldridge”—he bowed to the scientist —
“you have done your best, which is
more than any other mortal man could
have done, I am sure; and you, sir—”
he said to Hallowell.
Eldridge and Hallowell shook their
heads.
“I have failed,” said Eldridge.
“I am a reporter,” said Hallowell.
“We are in the hands of God,” an
nounced Lyons with great solemnity,
and folded his hands over his white
waistcoat.
At that moment the door slowly
swung open and Percy Darrow en
tered. He was smoking a cigarette,
his hands were thrust deep in his trou
sers pockets; he was hatless, and his
usually smooth hair was rumpled. A
tiny wound showed just above the
middle of his forehead, from which a
thin stream of blood had run down to
his eyebrows. He surveyed the room
with a humorous twinkle shining be
hind his long lashes.
“Well, well, well, well!” he remarked
in a cheerful tone of voice. "This is a
nice, jolly, Quaker meeting! Why
don’t you get out and make a noise
and celebrate, like your friends out
side?”
“Thought you'd ducked,” remarked
Hallowell. The others said nothing,
but looked a grave disapproval.
Darrow laughed.
“No, I had to come back to see how
Eldridge is getting on.” He cast a
THE BULLETIN, IRWINTON, GEORGIA.
glance at the scientist. “How goes it,
old socks?” he Inquired. ।
The man’s manner, the tone of his
voice, seemed ae much out of place
in this atmosphere of solemnity as a
penny whistle in a death chamber.
Darrow refused to notice the general
attitude of disapproval, but planted
himself in front of Eldridge.
“All in?” he challenged. “Or do you
still cherish any delusions that you
will get your man inside of” —he
looked at his watch —"eleven min
utes ?”
A visible stir ran through the room
at these words. “Eleven minutes!”
murmured Lyons, and held his watch
to his ear. "It has stopped,” he said
aloud. “It seems, gentlemen, that the
only possible hope for us lies in the
doubt as to whether or not this Un
known will carry out his threat.”
“He’s a first-rate hand to carry out
threats,” observed Darrow.
“We have done our best,” said Ly
ons calmly. “Let us compose our
selves to meet everything—or noth
ing—as the fates may have decided.”
“That’s all right,” agreed Darrow,
with unabated cheerfulness. “But El
dridge and I had a little agreement, or
bet. He bragged he’d get this Mon
sier X before I did. I’d like to know
how he feels about his end of it. Give
it up?”
Eldridge looked at him rebukingly.
“I have failed,” he acknowledged for
mally, “from lack of time to carry out
my investigation.”
"From lack of brains,” said Darrow
brutally, “as I believe you once said
in private conversation about my old
master, Dr. Schermerhorn. These
things are remembered. I am delight
ed to hand this back to you.” He
eyed Eldridge, the brilliant smile still
curving his lips.”
“Enough of this!” cried Lyons with
authority. “This is unseemly in the
face of eternity.”
Darrow looked again at his watch. ■
“We have still six minutes, siry and
this is an affair of long standing, and
on which I feel deeply. The score is :
settled,” he said with entire respect.
“I am now at your command. I had
intended,” he went on in a frivolous
tone again, “to kick to you on my gas
bill. It is too large. You, as respon
sible head, know it is. But somehow,
you know, the presence here of you
gentlemen has disarmed me. You don’t
need to be here; you all have the facil- ;
ities to get away. Here you are! I :
guess you can charge a dollar and a !
quarter for gas if you want to.” He
looked from one to another while he
carefully wiped back the blood that
was flowing from the little wound in
his forehead. “Eldridge acknowledges
he has failed,” he repeated.
“I fail to see how you have im
proved upon that failure,” snapped El
dridge, stung.
“No?” queried Darrow. “I call Hal
lowell to witness that the game has
been fair. We had an even start; the
data have been open to both.” He
raised his voice a little. "Jack!” he
called.
Immediately through the open door
from the hall outside came Jack War
ford, leading by the arm a strange and
nondescript figure. It was that of a
small, bent, old-looking man, dressed
in a faded suit of brown. His hair
was thin, and long, and white; his face
sharp and lean. His gaze was fixed
straight before him, so that every one
in the room at the same instant caught
the glare of his eyes.
They were fixed, those eyes, like an
owl’s; or, better, a wildcat’s, as though
they never winked. From the pupils,
which were very small, the little light
colored lines radiated across very large
. blue irises. There was something bale
ful and compelling in their glare, so
that Hallowell, cool customer as he
was, forgot immediately all about the
man’s littleness and shabbiness and
bent figure, and was conscious only of
the cruel, clever, watchful, unrelent
ing, hostile spirit. As Jack dragged
him forward, the others could see that
one foot shambled along the floor.
“Gentlemen,” observed Darrow in
his most casual tones, “let me present
Monsieur X!"
Every one exclaimed at once. Above
the hubbub came Lyons’ voice, clear
and commanding.
"The proof!” he thundered. “This is
too serious a matter for buffoonery.
The proof!”
Percy Darrow raised his hand.
Through the roar of the maddened city
the bell of the Metropolitan tower was
beginning its chimes. By the third
stroke the uproar had died almost
away. The people were standing still,
awaiting what might come.
The sweet-toned chimes ceased.
There succeeded the pause. Then the
great bell began to boom.
One —two—three—four — five — six
came its spaced and measured strokes.
The last reverberations sank away.
Nothing happened. Percy Darrow let
his hand fall.
“The proof,” he repeated, "is that
you are still here.”
From the night outside rose a wild
shriek of rejoicing, stupendous, over
whelming, passionate. Paige sprang
across the room. “Release!” he shout
ed fairly in Simmons’ ear. The spark
crashed. And at a dozen places simul
taneously bulletins flashed; at a dozen
other points placarded balloons arose,
on which the search-lights played; so
that people, hesitating in their flight in
thankfulness over finding themselves
still alive, raised their eyes and read:
"Monsieur X Is captured. You are
safe."
At that a tumult arose, a tumult of
rejoicing.
Darrow had sauntered to the win
dow, and was looking out. From the
great height of the Atlas Building he
could see abroad over much of the
city. Here and there, like glowing
planets, hung the balloons.
“Clever idea," he observed. “Pm
glad you thought of it”
Hallowell waa on his feet, his eyes ;
shining.
“I’ve got the only paper on the job!”
he fairly shouted. “Darrow, as you
love me, give me the story. Where
was he? Where did you get him?”
Darrow turned from the window,
and sarcastically surveyed Eldridge.
“He was in the office next door,”
said he, after a moment.
CHAPTER XXII.
The Man Next Door.
When, three hours previous, Darrow
had arisen with the remark before
chronicled, Jack Warford had followed
him in the expectation of a long expe
dition. To,the young man’s surprise
it lasted just to the hall. There Dar
row stopped before the blank door of
an apparently unused office. Into the
lock of this he cautiously fitted a key,
manipulated it for a moment, and
turned to Jack with an air of satisfac
tlon.
“You have your gun with you?” he
asked.
Jack patted his outside pocket.
“Very well, now listen here: I am
going to leave the key in the lock. If
you hear me whistle sharply, get In as
quickly as you know how, and get to
shooting. Shoot to kill. If it hap
pens to be dark and you can not make
us out, shoot both. Take no chances.
On your quickness and your accuracy
may depend the lives of the whole
city. Do you understand?”
“I understand,” said Jack steadily.
“Are you sure you can make yourself
head above all this row?”
Darrow nodded and slipped inside
the door.
He found the office chamber unlight
ed save by the subdued illumination
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Gathered His Last Vitality in a Tre
mendous Effort to Jerk Loose.
that came in around the drawn shades
of the window. Against the dimness
he could just make out the gleaming
of batteries in rows. An ordinary deal
table supported a wireless sender. A
figure stood before the darkened win
dow, the figure of a little, old, bent
man facing as though looking out.
Through the closed casement the roar
of the panic-stricken city sounded like
a flood. The old man was in the atti
tude of one looking out intently. Once
he raised both arms, the fists clenched,
high above his head.
Darrow stole forward as quietly as
he could. When he was about half
way across the room the old man
turned and saw’ him. For the brief
est instant he stared at.the intruder;
then, with remarkable agility, cast
himself toward the table on which
stood the wireless sender. Darrow,
too, sprang forward. They met across
the table. Darrow clutched the old
man’s wrists.
Immediately began a desperate and
silent trial of strength. The old man
developed an unexpected power. The
table lay between them, prohibiting a
closer grip. Inch by inch, impelled by
the man’s iron will, his hand forced
his way toward the sending key. Dar
row put forth all his strength to pre
vent. • There was no violent struggle,
no noise; simply the pressure of op
posing forces. Gradually the scien
tist’s yout^ prevailed against the
older man's desperation. The hand
creeping toward the sender came to
a stop. Then, all at once, the older
man’s resistance collapsed entirely.
Darrow swept his arm back, stepped
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PRAISES VIRTUE OF SILENCE
Habit of Carrying Domestic Troubles
to Outsiders Is Deplored
by Writer.
One pretty sensible girl, who truly
loved her young husband, who as truly ,
loved her, came near wrecking their ;
happiness through her uncontrolled
I tongue. She had always been in the ।
habit, and a very proper one it is, of ’
telling her mother everything in her :
girlhood.
Now that she was a married woman. :
she ought to have discriminated be-;
tween what concerned her husband and
what concerned herself alone. She had
no business to tell her mother of con-'
fidences which passed between him,
and herself, and he had no idea frhat
she would not appreciate this fact un-1
til she happened to relate "what moth
er said when 1 told her thus and so."
"Why, you didn't tell your mother
that!” he cried. His tongue angered
her and she retorted in a sudden
flame: “Indeed, I did. I shall always |
tell my mother exactly what I please."
"Very well," he commented coldly. "I
■ shall understand now just how far 11
around the table, and drew hie oppo- .
nent, almost unresisting, back'to the I
window.
“Jack!” he called. '
At the sound of his voice the old
man gathered his last vitality in a
tremendous effort to jerk loose from
his captor. Catching Darrow un
awares, he almost succeeded in get
ting free. The flash was too brief.
He managed only to rap the young
man’s head rather sharply against a
shade-fitting of the window.
The outer door jerked open, and
Jack Warford leaped into the room,
revolver in hand. Darrow called an 1
instant warning.
“All right!” he shouted. “Turn on 1
the light, next ^ou somewhere. Shut
the door.”
These orders were obeyed. The 1
electric flared. By its light the office 1
was seen to be quite empty save for a '
cabinet full of books and papers; rows
and rows of battery jars; the receiv
ing and sending apparatus of a wire
less outfit; the deal table, and one
wooden chair. Darrow looked around
keenly.
“That's all right. Jack,” said he.
“Just get around here cautiously and
raise the window shade. Look out you
don’t get near the table. That’s it.
Now just help me get this man a little
away from the table. Good! Now,
tie him up. No. bring the chair. Tie
him in that chair. Gently. That's all
right. Whew!”
“You’re hurt,” said Jack.
Darrow touched his forehead.
“A bump,” he said briefly “Well,
Jack, my son, we’ve done it! '
“You don’t mean to say- -’’ cried
Jack.
Darrow nodded.
“Now. my friend,” he addressed the
huddled figure in the ch lir, “the
game is up. You are caught, and you
must realize it.” He surveyed the cap
tive thoughtfully. “Tell me, who are
you?” he added. “I should kiow you.
for you are a great discoverer.”
The old man stared straight at his
interlocutor with his expressionless
eyes, behind which no soul, no mind,
no vitality even seemed to Ilf
Darrow asked him sevei al more
questions, to which he receiv i d no re
plies. The man sat like a captured
beast.
“I’m sorry,” said Darrow’ to Jack.
“I should like to have talked pith him.
Such a man is worth knowing; he has
delved deep.”
“He'll talk yet, when he gets over
his grouch,” Jack surmised.
But Darrow shook his head
“The man is imbecile,” he said. “He
has been mentally unbalanced; and |
his disorder has grown on him lately. |
When I drove back his wrist just now
the cord snapped in his brain.”
Jack turned to stare at th<> captive.
“By Jove, I believe youT» right!”
said he at last.
Darrow w’as standing look ng down :
on the deal table.
“Come here, Jack,” said he. “I want
you to look at the deadliest engine of
destruction ever invented o: wielded i
by mortal man. I suspec: that if ।
you were to reach out your fraud and
hold down the innocent-loo)Jug tele
graph key there you would instantly
destroy every living creature in this
city.”
Jack turned a little pale, and put
both hands behind him.
Darrow laughed. "Feel t;mpted?”
he inquired.
“Makes me feel a little d zzy, like
being on a height," confessed Jack.
“How’s the trick turned?”
“I don’t know,” said Darn w. “I'm
going to find out if I can.”
Without attempting to tc.ich any
anything, he proceeded to examine
carefully every detail of the appara
tus.
"The batteries are nothing extraor
dinary. except in strength,” he told
Jack, "and as near as I can make out
the instrument is like any other. It
must be some modifications in the
sending apparatus, some system of
’tuning,’ perhaps —it's only a surmise.
We'll just disconnect the tatteries,” ,
he concluded, "before we gc to moa
keying."
(TO BE CONTINU EE )
Great Users of Sugar.
It is no surprise to learn Mat Amer
icans are the greatest cons imers of
sugar in the world: we use a great |
deal of it in our politics.—Philadelphia
Press.
can trust you.” Months .t ad many
heartburnings were require'! t efort
this breach was healed.
i A tender and petted girl is altogeth- |
| er too fond of fleeing for c< isolation
: to mother or sister, when s time fan- '
i cied slight has been offered ter by ths I
adored one, who has recently sworn a I
I thousand times that he will 'bink of |
her comfort and happiness a.. ’ that
j only, "till the sands of the desert
i cold." And then he goes off some
i morning and forgets to kiss her good
s by; or he comes home at night with
■ out the egg-beater that he sflomnly
promised to get. And perhaps- x fooiist
j mother or sister says he is L >rute —
j and you can easily see what u vain d'
i fvils might follow in the wave c' thia
tiny little train of circumstaycei
! Don't tell anybody of your domestit
• troubles, big or little. They grow I*
• the telling. The first lesson that th«
wise wife should learn is to uolt het
tongue. —Leslie's Weekly.
Preferred a Well.
I When the kitchen water pipes broket
Aunt Mandy surveyed the damage r*
sentfully. "Gib me a good ol’ hole Is
; de ground," she sniffed.
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Time it! Pape’s Diapepsin ends
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Do some foods you eat hit back
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but what pleases you most is that it
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You feel different as soon as “Papp's
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Go now, make the best investment
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Aeroplane Kept as Memento.
All that is left of the historia
Wright biplane with which Calbraith
P. Rodgers flew from the Atlantic to
the Pacific two years ago is to be pre
sented to the Carnegie museum at
Pittsburgh by the late aviator's moth
er. The machine was badly damaged
when Rodgers fell to his death in the
Pacific ocean a short time after com
pleting his wonderful flight. Subse
quently it was used by Andrew Drew
until that aviator also was killed with
it. The machine has been restored to
its original condition. Both Rodgers’
and Fowler’s Wright machines have
motors of but 30-horsepower, yet they
flew across the continent in opposite
directions at a time when the aero
plane had not been equipped with the
100-horsepower motor of today, which
makes it much more stable, nor had
it developed anywhere near the speed
of which it has since shown itself to
be capable.
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 (fc?
In Use For Over 30 Years.
Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castoria
At the Boarding House.
“It's hard," said the sentimental
' landlady at the dinner table, “to think
i that this poor little lamb should be
i destroyed in its youth just to cater to
our appetites.”
“Yes,” replied the smart boarder,
struggling with his portion, “it is
tough."
The Point
"Does the young fellow you have
roped in with you know anything
about this business he is putting his
money into?"
"No; if he did he wouldn’t put in
' his money.”
Give people what they think they
want instead of what they really need
and they’ll go on their way rejoicing.
THE MAYOR SAYS:
In His Home No Other Remedy
So Effective for Colds as Pe
nina.
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MAYOR B. S. IRVIN.
Washington, Georgia.
“I herewith reiterate my commen
dation of Peruna. It certainly has
I benefited our daughter in every in
stance when she was suffering from
cold. I have frequently used Peruna
in my family and have found it an
excellent remedy for colds and also as
a tonic. I often recommend it to my
friends. Peruna seems to be indis
pensable In my family, as no other
remedy has been so effective in cases
of cold.”
EVERY FAMILY wishing to be
protected from cold should have Pe
runa in the house constantly. Also a
copy of the latest edition of the “Bls
of Life.” sent free by the Peruna Co..
Columbus, Ohio.
Those who prefer tablets to liquid
medicines can now procure Peruna
In tablet form*
Ask Your Druggist for Free Peruna
Lucky Day Almanac for 1914.
WILL SELL OK TRADE MY 500 A. PIEKCB
Co.. Ga.. 150 a. cult.. 3 tenant hsea . 3 barns,
stock, etc. J.A. DeLoach. R. 2, Blackshear.Ga.
FOR SALE—BSB A. IN TERRELL CO.. OA.
bOO a. cult., 5 r. house. 3 tenant houses, out*
bldgs., etc. Cranford & Cranford. Sasser, Ga*
