The Batesville Herald. (Batesville, Tex.), Vol. 9, No. 25, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 1, 1909 Page: 4 of 4
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QUICK WjTOF KNOX
Two Stories About the New Sec-
retary of State.
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COPYRIGHT. ISor.
AUTHOR. OP-
r/m man # y* hour*
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As They Peered Into the Dusky Space Below.
8YNOP8IS.
The story open* at Harvard where Col.
rrt Winter, IT. H. A.. visiting.
Rupert Winter. l\ H. A.. vlaltlnK. »aw the
•ulelde of young Mener. He met Fury
Mercer, brother of the dead student.
Three year* later, In Chicago, In lWm,
Col. Winter overheard Cary Mercer ap-
parently planning to kidnap Archie, the
colonel's ward, and to sain poeseaalon of
Aunt Itebecca Winter's millions. A Miss
Booth was mentioned apparently »» a
plretor. A great financial magnate
aboard the train on which Col. Win-
ter met his Aunt Rebecca, MIhh Smith
and Archie, Col. Winter learned that the
lal magnate la Edwin H. Koatcham.
rd the train on which t'oi. win-
ter met his Aunt Rebecca, Mias Smith
and Archie. Col. Winter learned t
financial magnate la Edwin S. Ken
Winter, aided by Archie, cleverly frua
trated a hold-up on the train. He took a
great liking to Mlaa Smith, despite her
alleged kidnaping plot. Archie mysteri-
ously disappeared In Frisco, lllood In a
nearby room at the hotel caused fears for
tha boy's life. Thu Ind's voice was heard
over tne telephone, however, and a min-
ute later a woman's voice—that of Mlaa
Smith. Col. Winter and a detective act
out for the empty mansion owned by
Arnold, a Harvard graduate. They were
met with an explosion within Mercer
appeared. He nsaured Winter that Archie
had returned. The colonel si
filttlng from
The colonel saw a vision
the supposedly haunted
house, it was Miss Jnnet Smith. Col.
Winter to himself admitted that he loved
Miss Smith. Mercer told Winter tha
Archie had overhenrd plans for a
and had been kidnaped. One of Me
and had
Mends
had bei
he
au
told Winter that
cou
aped.
on returning the boy to his aunt
rated for speeding ami when
the police station to Ids
Mercer confessed
ng Koatcham.
aim
friend
arm
returned from the pollc
to the lad was gone. Mercer coni
he was forcibly detaining Kent
Mercer told his llfo story, relating how
Keatcham and his scoundrel secretary,
Atkins, had ruined him, the blow killing
his wife Mercer was holding him prison-
er In order that he could not get control
of • railroad which was the pet project of
the father of Ills college friend, Kndloott
Tracy Aunt Rebecca saw Archie In a
cab with two men. Then he vanished.
She followed In an auto Into the Chinese
district and by the use of a mysterious
Chinese Jade ornament she secured a
promise from an Influential Chinaman
that the boy would bo returned. Archie
returned and told his story. Atkina, for
mer secretary to Keatelmm, being his
aecond kidnaper. Col Winter and Tracy
returned to the "haunted house," They
found Kentrhnm, apparently slabbed to
death. Keatcham was not dead, how-
ever. Cary Mercer appeared on the scene.
Winter believing Ida actions susplclc
and
trous«ri
;er believing Ida actions suspicious
observing Mood on Ids cuffs and
tors. Mrs. Mlllleent Melville. In lot-
to bsr hui
lowed Infortm
Suspicions dir
In the Kcntcl
isrs. Mrs. Mlllleent Melville, in let
ters to bsr husband, revealed Unit slie al-
lowed Information to "leak" to Atkins
voted themselves at Atkins
e Keatcham assault. Unknowingly
Mrs Melville hod made herself a tool for
Atkins' dark scheme In stocks.
CHAPTER XV.—-Continued.
On thnlr Instnntly expressed desire
to see the hidden way, the eolonel led
them to the patio, lie walked to the
engaged column which once before
had Interested him; he pressed a con-
cealed spring under the boldly carved
eight-pointed flower; Instantly, the en-
tire side of the columns swung as a
door might swing. As they peered
Into the dusky space below, the colo-
nel, who had put down his arm,
pressed an electric button and the
white light fliaided the shaft, revealing
an Ingenious ladder of cleats tilled Into
ateel uprights.
"Here," said the colonel, "Is a secret
way from the patio to the cellar. The
cellar extends n little beyond the patio
and there Is a way down from the yard | can get Alklus' place
to the cellar—1 cun quickly show you ' doubt.”
If you like.” j Mrs. Winter thought that
"No, thank you," replied Warnebold. was a very valuable man.
who was a man of full habit and older | "Only always so melancholy;
than the colonel, "1 will take your per-
sona) experience instead.”
“Then If you will go out Into the
yard with me I will show you where
a charming pergola ends In a vine-
wreathed sun-dial of stone that you
may tug at and not move; but jiress
your foot on a certain stone, the whole
dial swings round on a concealed turn-
table such ns they have In garngea.
you know. You will have no dlflleulty
In finding the right stone, because an
Inscription runs round the dial: 'Mas
vale tarde que nunca:' and the stone
is directly opposite 'nunca.' When you
looks like an air-shaft. This door is
only a few feet from the shaft to the
patio. We have found a bolt and put
It on this entrance, but there wasn’t
any before; nor did any one tn the
house know of the secret passago."
The colonel went on to say that on
questioning the architect ho averred
that he had never mentioned the
secret passage to his knowledge—ex-
cept that very recently, only a few
days before, at a dinner, he had barely
alluded to It; and one of the gentle-
men present, an easterner, had asked
him whero ho got a man to make such
a contrivance—It must take skill. He
had mentioned the name of the work-
man. The colonel had hunted up the
artisan mentioned, only to find that
ho had left town to take a Job some-
where; no one seemed to know where.
Of course he had Inquired of every-
body. The name of the easterner was
Atkins.
"Atkins,” cried Warnebold, at this
turn of the narrative, "Keatcham’s
secretary? Why, he's tho boldest and
slyest scoundrel In tho United Stales!
He started a leak tn Keatchnm’s office
that made him a couple of hundred
thousandn and lost us a million and
might have lost us more If Mercer
hadn’t got on to him. Kentrhnm
wouldn't believe he lmd been done to
the extent ho was at first—you know
the old man hates to own to any one's
getting tho better of him; It’s the one
strenk of vanity I've ever been able to
discover in him. Otherwise, he’s cold
and keen as a razor on a frosty morn-
ing. He was convinced enough, how
ever, to discharge Atkins; the next
news I had, he was trying to Bend him
to the pen. Have us Instructions how
to get the evidence. No allusion to his
past confidence In the fellow, simply
the orders—as If wo know all the
preliminaries. Wonderful man, Mr.
Koatcham, Col. Winter.”
"Very,” agreed tho colonel, dryly.
Hy this time the warrior and the
man of finance were on easy terms
Warnebold remained three days, lie
fore he left the patient had been pro-
nounced out of danger and had re-
vived enough to give some succinct
business directions. Mercer had been
sent to look out for the cement deni;
and Keatcham appeared a little re-
lieved and brighter when he wws told
that Mercer was on his way.
"lie will put It through If it ran he
put," In- said said weakly to Warne-
bold: "lie's moderately smart and per-
fectly honest." Such words, Warne-
bold explained later to Mrs. Winter,
mining from Keatcham, might lie re-
garded almost ns extravagant com-
mendation. "Your cousin's fortune Is
made," he pronounced, solemnly; "he
I make no
Mercer
been afraid he had something serious
the mailer with his digestion. It's
these abominable quick lunches that
nrr ruining the health of all our steady
young men. I don't know but they
are almost as had as chorus girls and
late suppers. Well, Mrs. Winter, I'm
nfrnld we shall not have another
chanee at bridge until I see you In
New York Hut, anyhow, we stung
the colonel once— and with Miss Smith
playing her greatest game. too. Pity
she can't Induce Mr. Keatcham to
play; hut he never touches a card,
hardly ever takes anything to drink.
praise you too much, but somehow
you always have the consciousness
that he sees every bit of good work
you do ami Is marking It up In your
favor; and you won't he the loser.
There Is no question ho lias a hold on
his associates; hut he certuiuly is
not what I eall a genial man.”
Only on the day of his departure did
Warnebold, In young Arnold's lan-
guage, "loosen up" enough to tell
Arnold and the colonel a vital Incident.
The night of the attack a telegram
was sent to Warnebold in Keatcham’s
confidential cipher, directing the cam-
paign agalnHt Tracy to be pushed
hard, ordering the dumping of some
big blocks of stock on tho market and
arranging for their dummy purchasers.
The naming of Atkins as tho man in
charge was plausible enough, presum-
ing there had been no knowledge of
the break in his relations with Keateh-
am. The message was couched in
Keuteham's characteristic crisp phrase-
ology. Hut for the receiver's knowl-
edge or the break and but for the
previous long-distance conversation, it
had reached its mark. The associates
of Keatcham were jiuzzled. The hands
were the hands of Esau, hut the voice
was the voice of Jacob. Thera had
been a hurried consultation into which
tho second long-dlslunce telejihone
from San Francisco broke like a
thunderclap. It decided the hearers to
keep to their instructions and disre-
gard the cipher dispatch.
“And didn't you send any answer?"
the colonel asked.
"Oh, certainly; we had an address
given, the Palace hotel. Mr. John G.
Makers. We wired Mr. Makers—in
cipher: 'Dispatch received. Will at-
tend to It,’ I signed. And I wired to
the manager of the hotel to notice the
man who took the dispatch. It wasn't
a man, It was a lady."
"A lady?"
“Yes, she had an order for Mr.
Makers' telegrams. Mr. Makers gave
the order. Mr. Makers himself only
stopped one night and went away In
the morning and nobody seemed to re-
member him particularly: he was a
nondescript sort of party.”
“Hut the lady?” The colonel's mouth
felt dry.
“The lady? She was tall, fine figure,
well dressed, dark hair, the telegraph
girl thought, hut she didn't pay any
speclnl attention. She had a very
pleasant, musleal voice.”
“That doesn't seem to be vary defi-
nite," remarked the colonel, with a
crooked smile.
It didn't look like a clew to Warne-
bold, either; hut ho was convinced of
one thing, namely: That It would pay
to watch the ex-secretary.
"And,” chuckled he, "there’s a cheer-
ful side to the affair. Atkins is loaded
to the guards with short contracts;
and the Midland is booming; If the
rise continues, he can't cover without
losing about all he has. By the way,
we got another wire later In tho day
demanding what we were about, what
It all meant that we hadn't obeyed in-
structions. Same address for answer.
This time we thought we had laid a
nice trap. Hut you can’t reckon on a
hotel; somehow, before we got warn-
ing, Mr. Makers had telephoned for his
dispatch and got it."
"Where did he telephono from?"
"From his room in the Palace."
"I thought he hud given up his
room?”
"He hnd. Hut—somebody telephoned
to the telegraph office from somewhere
In the hotel and got Mr. MakerB’ wire.
You ran get pretty much everything
except a moderate hill out of a hotel."
"I see," said the colonel, and im
mediately In his heart compared him-
self to tho Immortal "blind man;" for
his wits appeared lo him to bo tramp-
ing round futllcly in a maze; no near-
er the exit than when the tramp began.
Thnt night after Warnebold had de-
parted, leaving most effusive thanks
and expressions of confidence, Winter
was standing at his window absently
looking at the garden faintly colored
by the moonlight, while his mind was
plying back and forth between half a
dozen contradictions.
He went over the night of tho at-
tack on Keatcham; he summoned
every look, every motion of Janet
Smith: in one idiaHC of feeling he
cudgeled himself for a wooden fool
who hnd been absolutely brutal to a
defenseless woman who trusted him;
he hated himself for the way he would
not see her when she looked toward
him; no wonder at last she stiffened,
and now she absolutely avoided him!
Hut, In a swift revulsion against his
own softness, he was Instantly laying
on tho blows ns lustily heenuso of his
Incredible, pig-headed credulity. How
absolutely simple the thing wns! She
cared for this scoundrel of an At-
kins who had first betrayed his em-
jdoyer and then tried lo murder him.
Very likely they had been half en-
gaged down there In Virginia; and he
had crawled out of his engagement;
It would be quite like the cur! Later
he found thnt Just such a distinguished,
charming woman, who had family and
friends, wns what he wanted; It would
be easy enough for him to warm up
his old pnsHlon, curse him! Then, he
hnd met her and run In a bunch of
plausible lies that had convinced her
that he hnd been a regular nngol in
plain clothes; hadn't done a thing to
Cary or to her. Atkins wns such a
smooth devil! Winter could Just pic-
ture him whining to the girl, putting
hi* life In her hands and all (hat rot;
and making all kinds of a tool of her—
why. the whole hand was on the
board! So she was ready to throw
and Archie—all the same, she would
turn them both down for him; while
as to Rupert Winter, late of the United
States army, a worn-out, lame, elderly
Idiot who had flung away the profes-
sion he loved and every chance of a
future career in order to have his
hands flee to keep her out of danger
—where were there words blistering
enough for such puppy-dog folly! At
this point in his jealous imaginings the
pain in him goaded him into motion;
he began furiously jiaclng the room,
although his lame leg, which he had
been using remorselessly all day, was
sending Jabs and twists of agony
through him. Hut after a little he
halted again before the casement
window.
The wide, darkening view; the
groat, silent city with its myriad
lights; the shining mist of the bay;
the foot-hills with their sheer, straw-
colored streaks through the forests
and vineyards; the illimitable depths
of star sown, violet sky—all these
touched his fevered mood with a sud-
den calm. His unrest was quieted, as
one whose senses are cooled by a run-
ning stream.
"You hot headed southerner!" he up-
braided himself, "don’t get up In the
air without any real proof!”
Almost In the flitting of the words
through his brain he saw her. The
white gown, which was her constant
wear in the sickroom, defined her fig-
ure clearly against a clump of Japan
plum-trees. Their purplish red foliage
rustled; and an unseen fountain be-
yond made a delicate tinkle of water
splashing a marble basin. Her face
was hidden; only the moonlight gently
drew the oval of her cheek. 8he was
standing still, except that one foot was
groping back and forth as if trying to
find something. Hut, as he looked, his
face growing tender, she knelt on the
sod and pulled something out of the
ground. This something she seemed
to dust off with her handkerchief—
he could not see the object, but he
could see the flutter of the handker-
chief; and when she rose the white
linen partly hid the thing in her hand.
Only partly, because when she passed
around the terrace wall the glow from
an electric lantern, In an arch, fell full
upon her and burnished a long, thin
blade of steel.
He looked down on her from his tin-
llghted chamber; and suddenly she
looked up straight at the windows of
the room where she thought he was
sleeping; and smiled a dim, amused,
weary, tender smile. Then she sped
by, erect and light of foot; and the
deep shadow of the great gateway
took her. All he could see was the
moonlight on the bluish-green lawn;
and the white electric light on the
gleaming rubber-trees and dusty
palms.
He sat down. He clasped his hands
over Ills knee. He whistled softly a
little Spanish air. He laughed very
gently. "My dear little girl," said he,
“I am going to marry you. You may
be swindled Into helping a dozen mur-
derers; but I am going to marry you!”
I Instances Where “Retort Courteoue”
Came to Very Good Purpose—How
He Disarmed the Brilliant
Lawyer, Thomas Marshall.
Washington.—Among those who
know Secretary of State Knox his "re-
tort courteous" is one of the real
treats of his companionship.
While he was in the senate and
that body was proceeding with un-
usual deliberation in the matter of
increasing the pay of army and navy
officers, one of the latter, who is
noted for his valor and his profanity,
met Mr. Knox on Pennsylvania avenue
in company with others on the way
from the capitol. As he approached
he blurted out:
"Senator, why In h--—— —
don't you fellows In the senate hurry
up that army bill?” *
"Because If we did you might stop
swearing, and the shock would be
fatal,” Bhot back Knox without a
quiver In his voice or a falter in his
footsteps, while the general, recover-
ing himself, said to his companion;
"Well, I'll be d-, If that wasn’t a
h- of a hot shot from a 65-lnoh
gun." Hut he never asked Knox a
pointed question again.
Thefe are members of the Allegheny
county bar who distinctly remember a
famous case in which tho present sec-
retary of state, when fresh at the
bar, was pitted against the famous
Thomas M. Marshall, who was accus-
tomed with a few expressions of
“Col. Winter,
Muit Beg You Not to Let Those
Again.”
Persona
Room
CHAPTER XVI.
The Real Edwin Keatcham.
One Sunday after Mrs. Melville Win-
ter and Archie came to Casa Fuerte,
Mr. Keatcham sent for the colonel.
There was nothing unusual in such a
summons. From the beginning of his
illness he had shown a curious, inex-
pressive desire for the soldier's com-
pany. He would have him sit in the
room, although too weak to talk to
him, supposing he wished to talk,
which was not at all sure. "I-Hke-to-
see-him-Just-sittlng-there,” he faltered
to his nurse; "cnn't-he-read-or-play-sol-
italri'-like-the old lady ?"
Sometimes Winter would be con-
scious that the feeble creature In the
bed, with the bluish-white face, was
staring at him. Whether the glassy
eyes beheld his figure or went beyond
hint to unfinished colossal schemes
tlint might change tho fate of a con-
tinent, or drifted backward to the pov-
erty-stricken home, the ferocious toll
and the unending self-denial of
Keateham’s youth on the Pacific slope,
the dim gaze gave no clew. All that
was apparent was that It was always
on Winter, as he chrled his legs under
his chair, wrote or knitted his brow
over rows of playing-cards.
At tho very first, Keateham's mind
had wandered; ho used to shrink from
imaginary people who were in the
room; he would try to talk to them,
distressing himself painfully, for he
wns so weak that his nurses turned Ills
head on the pillow; he would feebly
motion them away. In such aberra-
tions he would sometimes appeal, In
a changed, thin, childish voice, to the
obscure, toll-worn pioneer woman who
hnd died while he was a lad. "Mother,
1 was a good boy; I always got up
when you called me, didn't I? I helped
you Iron when the other boys were
plnyliig—mother, please don't let that
old woman stay and cry here!” Or he
would plead: "Mother, tell her, say
you tell her I didn't know her son
would kill himself—1 couldn't tell—he
was a damn coward, anyhow—excuse
me, mamma. I didn't mean to swear,
but they make me so awful mad!”
Thera was a girl who came, some-
times, from whose presence he
shrank; a girl he had never seen; nor,
indeed, hail he ever known In the flesh
any of tho shapes which haunted him.
They had lived; but never had his
eyes fallen on them. Nevertheless,
their presence was as real to him as
that of the people about him whom he
could hear and touch and see. It did
not take Winter's Imagination long to
her own ignorance of Mercer’s meth-
od was puzzling. “How did he ever
know old Mrs. Ferris?" she said. "He
called her Ferris and he talks about
her funny dress—she always did wear
a queer little basque and full skirt aft-
er all the world went into blouses—
but how did he ever come across her?
They had a place on the James that
had been In the family 100 years and
had to lose on account of the Tidewa-
ter; and Nelson Ferris blew his braius
out.”
“Don't you know how?” asked the
colonel. “Well, I'll tell you my guess
sometime. Who is the girl who seems
to make him throw a fit so?"
"I’m not sure; I imagine it is poor
Mabel Ray; there were two of them,
sisters; they made money out of their
Tidewater stock and went to New
York to visit some kin; and they got
scared when the stock fell and the
dividends stopped; and they sold out
at a great loss. They never did come
hack; they had persuaded all their
kin to Invest; and the stopping of the
dividends made it difficult for some of
the poor ones—Mabel said she couldn't
face her old aunts. She went on the
stage In New York. She was very
pretty; she wasn't very strong. Any-
way, you can imagine the end of the
story. I saw her in the park last win-
ter when Mrs. Winter was in New
York; she turned her face away—poor
Mabel!”
Through Janet Smith's knowledge
of her dead sister's neighbors. Win-
ter got a dozen pitiful records of the
wreckage of the Tidewater. “Mighty
interesting reading," he thought,
grimly, "but hardly likely to make the
man responsible for them stuck on
himself!” Then he would look at the
drawn face on the pillow and listen to
the babblings of the boy who had no
childhood; and the frown would melt
off his brow.
He did not always talk to his moth-
er when his mind wandered; several
times he addressed an invisible pres-
ence as “Helen” and "Dear,” with an
accent of tenderness very strange on
those inflexible lips. When he talked
to this phantasm he was never angry
or distressed; his turgid scowl cleared;
the austere lines chiseling his cheeks
and brow faded; he looked years
younger. Hut for the most part, it was
to no unreal creature that he turned,
but to Col. Rupert Winter. He would
addresa him with punctilious civility,
but as one who was under some obli-
gation to assist him, saying, for In-
stance, "Col. Winter, I must beg you
not to let those persons In the room
again. They annoy me. But you
needn’t let Mercer know that. Please
attend to It yourself, and get them
away. Miss Smith says you will. Ex-
plain to them that when I get up I
will Investigate their claims. I’m too
sick now!"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
From Bad to Worse.
A miner In Scotland was visited by
a friend, and among the places of in-
terest shown was the pit mouth. See-
ing the cage lowered with the stout
steel rope, the friend exclaimed: “My
word! I shouldn't like to go down
there on that rope.” "Why,” ex-
claimed the miner, "Aw wadna lik’
to gang doon there withoot It!"—Lon-
don News.
NEW USE FOR ASHES
have moved away your dial you will! doesn't like smoking (specially, takes them all overboard to save Atkins piece out tho explanation of these ap-
se* a gently Inclining tunnel, high a cigarette once In a while only, never from getting his feet wet. Thnt wns parttions: they were specters of tho
enough for a man lo walk In without I plays the races or bets on Hie ruu of why she looked so pale and haggard of character* In those dramas of ruthless
stooping, wide enough for two, and the vessel- poMtlvih such lev vlrtui a morning sometimes. In spile of that conquest which Mercer had culled out
much belter ventilated than the New gives an ordinary -inner tin cramps' ready smiles of hers; that was why her of newspaper "stnrles" and affidavits
York subway. That tunnel leads to a Very great man. though. Mr Winter < ves were so wistful: she wasn't a and n urt reports and forced upon
secret door opening directly into tho j nnd a man w, ai all proud to follow false woman ami she sickened of her Keateham's attention. Miss Smith
Used in Coal Mines in Pennsylvania
To Prevent Cave-Ins.
Coal ashes In bulk might not seem
a hard and resistant material, yet they
are now used In some of the coal
mines of northeastern Pennsylvania
to prevent cave-ins. Flushed into the
spaces formerly occupied by coal, the
ashes form a solid mass when the wa-
ter drains off, capable of holding up
the earth and rock above. Says
Cassler s Magazine;
"This device Is illustrative of the
contrast between highly developed
mining practices of to-day and the
wasteful methods that once prevailed.
Then the object was to get as much
coal out of the ground as possible,
and little thought was given to the
future. Now, though, experts have be-
gun to predict the date when there
will be no more anthracite; and the
mining company of to-day is as care-
ful of conservation as of Immediate
production.
"A mine Just outside of Scranton.
Pa., Is near to a big boiler plant which
consumes 300 tons of coal daily. Nat-
urally, a large supply of ashes Is
created In the fire-boxes beneath the
boilers. It Is estimated that about 50
tons of ashes a day are sent down into
the mine.
"Water pumped from a near-by
mine is used for the flushing. Run-
ning through a wooden trough, it
reaches a tunnel that passes beneath
cellar, so skillfully cuutrlvcd that it
______ ______ ________ _____ ___________________ ____________ __________ _____ ____■ the ash pits. This tunnel slopes at
h* may be overbearing; and Im doesn't . squalid part. She loved Aunt Rsbscca helped him to the solution, although; a grade of three eighths of an Inch to
the foot. At Intervals the ashes are
shaken Into it from above.
"The flow of the water carries the
nshes to a bore-hole, leading straight
down through the ground to the mine.
At the bottom are pipes leading to the
worked-out places which are to be
filled. Through the pipes goes the
torrent of ashes and water, and the
ashes are piled Into the abandoned
'breast' or gangway, while the water
seeps and drains away. Gradually the
pile of ashes grows until It reaches
from floor to roof. Then It becomes
hard and firm. Near-by have been
left pillars containing hundreds of tons
of coal. When the new ash-pillars are
large enough to be safe supports, the
coal can be taken out.
"It Is a costly process. The piping
Is worn out very rapidly by the sul-
phur which Is always present In mine
water, nnd therefore has to be re-
placed frequently. The economy 1*
one the benefits of which are more
for the future than for the present.
Owing to the rapid exhaustion of the
richer and more easily mined veins, It
Philander C. Knox.
(From a recent snap-shot taken In
Waahington.)
withering sarcasm to Mpe out all
there wus remaining of his adversary
when he followed a young man's argu-
ment before a Jury.
Knox had made a powerful Impres-
sion on the Jury, and as he was near
Ing the conclusion he overheard Mar-
shall, who was accustomed to "whis-
per audibly" across the counsel table,
say: “I’ll dispose of that young cub
In my first ten sentences.”
Knox heard It. He knew the power
of Marshall's Invectives and he knew
the case vA a desperate one, but he
knew that above all the o'.d man had
a big heart. And something like this
was Knox’s windup:
"Gentlemen of the Jury, my duty Is
now about done and yours about be
ginning. I have left with you the last
message and the final plea of my
client. My effort may have beeD
feeble in comparison with what may
fall from the eloquent lips of my dis-
tinguished adversary. He may in the
heat of controversy say many wither
Ing and cruel things, not only of my
cause but of my argument but say
what he will, gentlemen, no cruel ac-
cent that can fall from his lips can
ever obliterate the memory of tho
many kindly words nnd generous
deeds with which, when 1 first camo
to this bar, the kindly-hearted, brll
llant advocate, Thomas M. Marshall,
brightened my pathway."
The change was instantaneous.
Marshall was disarmed. Invective In
that atmosphere would have been as
the fumes from a soap fuctory In a
garden of roses.
Instead of tearing Knox to pieces
Marshall spent the first 15 minutes
telling the Jury what a fine character
Knox hnd been as a student and as a
budding lawyer, and how proud ho
had always been of him. Before ho
reached the strong points of his case
Marshall hnd convinced the Jury that
Knox was "all right," an impression
he was unable later on to change, for
the Jury rendered a verdict that made
the young man happy and his client
somewhat wealthier than before.
Mesopotamia Can Support Thousands.
Going to Palestine to become direc-
tor of the American School of Oriental
Research in Jerusalem. Prof. Richard
Oothell of the Semitic chair In Colum-
bia university recently sailed on La
Savoie.
The school Is affiliated with the
Archaelogical Institute of America,
is necessarv to use all means, no mat- supported by leading schools. Spenk-
I_ __ .# t I. a 71/in mnwenwie t nn .l ( I, , 1
ter how expensive, to make the re-
maining coal available."
Persistent Lover.
It has been learned that Artie Ap-
pleton hangs around his girl so con-
stantly nil day that her real mission
to Kansas City last week was not
to buy a suit, as she said, but to get
a chance to wash her head.—Atchison
(Kan.) Globe.
Ing of the Zionist movement snd their
plans for a colony In Mesopotamia, the
professor said:
"I am thoroughly In favor of the
movement In which I am greatly Inter-
ested. Restore the water courses in
Mesopotamia between the Euphrates
and Tigris rivers and It will support a
large population. It supported vast
numbers centuries ego and can b
made to do so again."
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