Bemidji Daily Pioneer Newspaper, April 29, 1912, Page 2

. S S O { i { | © 1868. THE BEMIDIT DAILY PIONEER Published every afternoon except Sun- day by the Bemidji Ploneer -Publishing Company. 5 @. B. CARSON. E. X. DENU. HAROLD J. DANE, Editor. In the City of Bemidjl the papers are delivered by carrier. Where the deliv- ory ls irregular please make immediate complaint to this office. Telephone 31. Out of town subscribers will confer a favor if they will report when they do not get their papers promptly. Every subscriber to the Daily Pioneer will receive notice about ten days be- fore his time expires, giving him an opportunity to make an advance pay- ment before the paper is finally stopped Subscription Ra One month, by carrier...... One year, by carrier.. Three months, postage paid. Six months, postage paid. One year, postage paid.. . The Weekly Pion Eight pages, containing a summary of the news of the week. Published every Thursday and sent postage paid to any address for $1.50 in advance. ENTERED AS SECOND CLASS MAT- TER AT THE POSTOFFICE AT BE- MIDJI, MINN.,, UNDER THE ACT OF .$ .40 . 4.00 . 1.00 . 2.00 . 4.00 MARCH 3, 1879, THIS DATE IN HISTORY. Apdil 29. 1803—Sir James Brooke, the adven- turous Englishman who became Ra- jah of Sarawak, born. Died June 11, 180—Elmsley, chief justice of Can- ada, died in Montreal. Born in Eng- land in 1763. b: 1825—Public reception of Lafay- ette in St. Louis. 1861—The Indiana legislature ap- propriated $500,000 to arm the state. 1864—Dr. Abraham Gesner, a dis- tinguished geologist who was the first to introduce the use of kerosene oil in the nited States, died in Halifax, N. S. Born in Cornwallis, N. S, in 1797. 1879—Prince Alexander Joseph of Battenberg elected Prince of Bul- garia. - 1880-—Gladstone ministry formed in Great Britain. 1906-—International opened at Milan, Italy. THIS IS MY 62nd BIRTHDAY. Herman LeRoy Fairchild. Professor Herman HeRoy Fairchild head of the department of geology of the University of Rochester and president of the Geological Society of America, was born in Montrose, Pa., April 29, 1850, and received his degree of bachelor of science at Cor- nell University in 1874. From 1876 to 1888 he was a lecturer on geol- ogy in New York schools. For the past twenty-five years he has been professor of geology at the University of Rochester. At the same time he has attained wide prominence as a lecturer and writer on geological subjects. Previous to his election as head of the Geological Society of America at its annual meeting last winter, Professor Fairchild had served as-secretary of the New York Academy of Sciences and as secretary and vice-president of the American Association for the Advancement of Science. Congratulations to: Mary Mannering, noted thirty-six years old today. Lorado Taft, American sculptor, fifty-two years old today. Major-General Arthur Murray, in command of the western division of the United States army, sixty-ome years old today. Dr. Albert A. Murphree, president of the University of Florida, forty- two years oid today. actress, Starting the Tenth Year. “The Pioneer, looking to-the best interests of the people of this section and more particularly to the upbuild- ing of Bemidji and Beltrami county and after a careful survey of the sit- uation has consideréd the time ripe for establishing an afternoon daily. “Launching the Daily Pioneer, we owe our readers an explanation. Bel- trami county, and in fact, this whole northern country, has enjoyed a phe- nominal growth and it will be no shortlived boom. We have every ad- vantage here and northern Minneso- ta is bound to betome the most pros- Derous section in the country. It has always been the endeavor of the Pio- neer to keep abreast of the times, hut we find our weekly facilities inade- quate to the needs of the town and have decided to issue a paper every afternoon. i “We propose to make the Daily Pioneer win—to publish a snappy, up to date afternoon daily. To publish the news—and all the news—and fo put in our best licks for Bemidji and Beltrami county.” The above editorial is the first ever printed in the Bemidji Daily Pion&sr and appeared in the first issue, nine years ago today. In starting the tenth year, the publishers of the Pio- neer wish to repeat that they are still “looking to the best interests of the people of this section and more par- ticularly the upbuilding of Bemidji and Beltrami county.” This northern country has not on- ly enjoyed a phenominal growth, but is growing now and the end is not yet in sight. It is prosperous mow and is to become more 5o just as fast as good American farmers convert cut-over land to paying farms. ‘We shall continue in our endeavor ;Ao make the Pioneer win and shall Exhibition 1 try to put out a paper that will be a ‘credit to the city and.in our own small way add to the advertising and booming of this country. IMPRESSES THE OFFICE BOY Chicagoan Enthusiastic Over Scheme Which He Claims Is Great Suc- cess in New York. Gerald Jones came here from Chi cago. Consequently there are a num- ber of things about New York which he compares with the same things in Chicago—much to.the disadvantage of New York. One that chiefly irri- tates him is the office boy habit here, the Cincinnati Times-Star's New York correspondent writes. Gerald Jones enters the office of a friend of his. A small, cynical boy meets him at the mahogany rail. Mr. Jones declares that he wishes to see his old college pal, P. Norval Smith. The small boy demands a card, and hands him a blank form. “Write here what you want to see him about,” says the small boy. Mr. Jones protests. What he wants to see Smith about is something that he does not propose to confide to any small boy in the world—especially to & small boy toward whom he feels a sentiment perilously approaching hate. He waves his hand. He directs the small boy in a lordly way to take his name and be quick about it, and never mind the card. “Just say Jerry Jones Is here” he says to the‘small boy. The small boy puts back the hunk of gum and sits down on his slippery little bench and indicates with an air of finality that there will be nothing doing until he gets the card he asked for and the, full history of Mr. Jones" recent past. If Mr. Jones gets in to see P. Norval Smith it is only by as- senting to the terms made by the small boy. Therefore, Mr. Jones has had a fresh set of cards printed for use upon the office boys of his friends. They bear the most awe inspiring names—Jim Jeffries, for example, and James J. Corbett and Packey McFar- land and Cut Throat Jenkins, the ter- ror of the gulch. He observes that he small New York boy is not well posted upon the life and crimes of Bloody Hand Ben, the scourge of the Sierras, but every one of them knows all about the men cf the ring. “And tell that old fool Smith,” he bellows, in the character of Tom Sharkey, “that if he doesn’t come out here I'll beat him to death.” Gerald Jones is perfectly happy. He ::ows how to circumvent the ofiice y. _— Hard to Make It Stronger. “But, my dear sir, your play doet not even touch the chords of human ity!” remarked a theatrical lessee referring to a comedy that he had deigned to scan. “What? No humar touch? 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After a few applications of this simple harmless remedy your hair will grad- ually be restored to its natural color, in a short time the dandruff will be removed, and your hair will no long- er come out but will start to grow as Nature intended it should. Don’t neglect your hair, for it goes further than anything else to make or mar your good looks. You can buy this remedy at any drug store for fifty cents a bottle, and your druggist will give your money back if you are not satisfied after using. Purchase a bottle today. You will never regret it when you realize the difference it will make in your ap- pearance. EDUARD F. NETZER, Ph. G, RECISTERED PHARMACIST Postoffice Corner Phone 304 Personal attention to prescriptions T. BEAUDETTE Merchant Tailor Ladies’ and Gents' Suits to Order. Frenci Dry Clesning l;u-iu and Reparring’ » ty. 315 Belt:ami Avenve R. F. MURPHY FUNERAL DIRECTOR AND EMBALMER dd all-that is possible to publish the . news, and all of the news. We shall & & - Office 313 Beitram| Ave. Phone 319-2, - ‘| end ‘g0 justly condemned,” sald he. (Continued from Saturday). Our proceedings.of that first morn- ing.did little to advance the investiga- tion. It was marked, however, at the outset by an incident which left the most sinister impression upon my mind. The approach to the spot at which the: tragedy occurred is down & narrow, winding country lane. While ‘we made our way along it we heard the rattle. of a carriage coming to- wards us, and stood aside to let it pass. As it drove by us I caught a glimpse through the closed window of a horribly-contorted, grinning face glaring out at us. Those staring eyes and gnashing teeth flashed past us like a dreadful vision. “My brothers!” cried Mortimer Tregennis, white to his lips. “They are taking them to Helston.” ‘We looked with horror after the black carriage, lumbering its way. Then we turned our steps towards this ill-omened house in which they had met their strange fate. It was a large and bright dwelling, rather a villa than a cottage, with a considerable garden which was ' al- ready, in that Cornish air, well filled with spring flowers. Towards this garden the window of the sittingroom fronted, and from it, according to Mortimer Tregennis, must have come that thing of evil which had by sheer horror in a single, instant' blasted their minds. Holmes walked slowly &nd thoughtfully amopg the flower- pots and along the path before we en- tered the porch. So absorbed was he in his thoughts, I remember; that he stumbled over the watering-pot, upset its contents, and deluged both our ‘feet and the garden path. Inside the house we were met by the elderly Cornish housekeeper, Mrs. Porter, who, with the ald of a young girl, looked after the wants'of the family. She readily answered all Holmes questions. She had heard nothing in the night. Her employers had all been in excellent spirits lately, and she had never known them more cheerful and prosperous. She had fainted with horror upon entering the room in the morning and seeing that ‘Ask What You Want, Mr. Holmes Ireadful company round the table. Jhe had, when she recovered, thrown open the window to let the morning air in, and had run down to the lane, whence she sent a farm lad.for the doctor. The lady was on her bed up- stairs, if we cared to see -her. ‘We ascended the stairs and viewed the body. M'-e Brenda Tregennis. had been a very beautiful girl, though now verging upon middle age. Her dark, clear-cut face was handsome, even in death, but there still lingered upon it something of that convulsion of horror which had been her last hu- muu emotion. From her bedroom-we descended to the sitting-room where this tragedy had actually occurred. The charred ashes of the overnight fire lay in the grate. On the table were the four gut*ered and burned-out can- dles, with the cards scattered over its urface. The chairs:had been moved ;ack against the walls, but all else ‘was as it had been the night before. Holmes paced with light, swift stegs about the room; he sat in the varlous chairs, drawing them up and recon- structing their positions. He tested how much of the garden was visible; he examined the floor, the celling, and the fireplace; but never once did I see that sudden -brightening of his eyes and tightening of his lips which would have told me that he saw some gleam of light in this utter darkness. “Why a fire?” he asked. “Had they always a fire in this small room on a spring evening?”’ . Mortimer Tregennis explained that the night was cold and damp. - For that reason, after his arrival, the fire wag lit. “What are you going to do, Mr. Holmes?” he asked. My friend smiled and laid his hand upon my arm. “I think, Watson, that I shall resume that course pf tobacco- poisoning which you have so often “With your permission, gentlemen, we will now return to our cottage, for I am not aware that any new factor is fikely to come to our notice here. I will turn the facts over in my mind, Mr. Tregennis, and should anything occur to me I will certainly communi. cate with you. In the meantime I wish you both good morning.” It was not until long after we wera| back in Poldhu. cottage that Holmes broke his complete and absorbed sl lence. He sat coiled in his armchair, his haggard and ascetic face hardly visible amid the blue swirl of his to- ‘bacco smoke, his black brows drawn down, his forehead contracted, his eyes vacant and fdr away. Finally, he sprang to his: feet. > “It won't do, Watson!” sald he, with a laugh. “Let us walk along the cliffs together and search for flint ar- rows. We are more likely to find them than clues to this problem. = To let the brain work without sufficlent material i8 like racing an engine. It “My Brothers!” Cried Mortimer Troy gennis, White to His Lips. "Now, let Us calmly define our po- sition, Watson,” he continued, as wq skirted the cliffs together. “Let us get a firm grip of the very little which we de know, 80/ that when fresh facts arise we may be ready to fit them into their places. I take it, in the first place, that neither of us is prepared to admit diabolical intrusions into the affairs of men. Let us begin by ruling that entirely out of our minds, Very good. ‘There remain three per- gons who have been-grigvously strick- en by some conscious .or unconscious human agéncy. That {8 firm ground. Now, when did this occur? Evidently, assuming his narrative to be true, it ‘waseimmediately after Mr. Mortimer. Tregennis had left the room. . That is a very important point. The pre- sumption is that it was within 'a few minutes afterwards. The-cards still lay ‘upon the table. It was already past thelr usual hour for bed. Yet they had not changed their position. I repeat, .hen, that the occurrence was immediately after his departure, and not later than eleven o’clock last night. “Our next obvious step is to check, 80 far as we can, the movements of Mortimer Tregennis after he left the room. In this there is no difficulty, and they seem to be above suspicion. Knowing my methods as you do, you ‘were, of course, conscious of the some- what clumsy water-pot expedient by ‘which I obteived a clearer impress of his foot than might otherwise have been possible. The wet, sandy path took it admirably. Last night was also wet, you will remember, and it was not difficult—having obtained a sample print—to pick out his track among others and to follow his move- ments. He appears to have walked swiftly in the direction of the vicar- Bge. “If, then, Mortimer Tregennis disap- peared from the scene, and yet some outside person affected the card play- ers, how can we reconstruct that per- eon, and how was such an impression of horror’ conveyed? Mrs.. Porter may be eliminated. She is evidently harmless. Is there any evidence that Bome one crept up to the garden win- dow and in some manner produced so terrific an effect that he drove those who saw it out of their senses? The only suggestion in this direction comes from Mortimer Tregennis him- self, who says that his brother spoke gbout some movement in the garden. That is certainly remarkable, as the night was rainy, cloudy and dark. Anyone who had the design to alarm these people would be compelled to place his very face against-the glass before he could be seen. There is a three-foot flower border outside this twisdow, but no indication of a foot- mark. 1t 1s difficult to Imagine, them, how an outsider could have made so terrible an impression upon the com- pany, nor have we found any motive for so strange and elaborate an at- tempt. You perceive our difficulties, Watson?” “They are only too clear,” I an- swered, with conviction. . “And yet, with a little More mate- rial, we may prove that they are mot Insurmountable,” sald Holmes. “I fancy that among your extensive ar- chives, Watson, you may find.some which were nearly as obscure. Mean- while, we shall put the case aside un- il more accurate data are available, and devote the morning to the purauit of neolithic man.” 3 I may have commented upon my friend’s power of mental detachment, but_never have I wondered at it more than upon that spring morning in Cornwall when"for two hours he dis- coursed upon celts, arrowheads and shards as lightly as if no sinister mys- tery was waiting for his solution. It ‘was not until we had returned-in the afternoon to our cottage that we found a visitor awajting us, who soon brought our minds back to the matter in hand. Nelther of us needed to be told who that visitor was. The huge body, the craggy and deeply seamed face with the flerce eyes and hawk: like nose, the grizzled hair which nearly brushed our cottage celling, the beard—egolden at the fringes-and White near the lips, save for the nico- tine stain from his perpetual cigar— a]l these were as well known in Lon: don as in Africa, and could only be assoclated with the personality of Dr. Leon Sterndale, the great llog hunter and explgrer. = ‘We had heard of his presence ini the district, and had once or twice canght land paths. He made no advances tq us, however, por would we dreamed of doing 80 to him, as it wag ‘well known that it was his love of se: clugion which caused him to spend greater part of the intervals between his journeys in a small bungalow bun ied in the lonely wood of Beauchamp Arriance. Here, amid his books and his maps, he lived an absolutely lone ly life, attending to his own simple ‘wants, and paying littlé apparent It was a surprise to me, therefore, ta hear him asking Holmes, in an eager vance in his recomstruction of this mysterious eplsode. “The county po: racks itself to pleces. The sea air, sunshine, ‘and - patience, { else will come. mrerereaTNCEC DAQCE are utterly at fault,” sald he; sight of his tall figure upon the moor- |} heed to the affairs of his neighbors. || Volce, whether he had made any ad:||| natlon. "My only claii to belng taken into your confidence 1s that during my many residences here I have come ta know this family of Tregennis very well—indeed, 'upon my Cornish moth: er's side I could call them cousins— and .thelr strange fate has naturally been a great shock/to me. I may tell You that I-had got as far as Plymouth upon miy way to Africa, but the newa reachesd me this morning, and I came straight back again to help in the in Quiry.” Holmes raised. his eyebrows. “Did you loge your boat through 1t?" “I will take the next.” z “Dear. me! that is friendship in: deed.” “I tell you they were. relatives.” “Quite’ so—cousins of your mother. ‘Was your baggage aboard the ship?” “Some of it, but the main part at the hotel.” “I see. But murely this event could not have found its way into the Plym: || outh morning papers?” “No, sir; I had a telegram.” “Might I ask from whom?” A shadow passed over the °gauni face of the explorer. “Why a Fire?” He Asked. “You are very inquisitive, Mr. tolmes.” “It is my business.” With an effort Dr. Sterndale recov- ered his ruffiled composure. “I have no objection to telling you,” he said. “It was Mr. Roundhay, the vicar, who sent me the telegram which recalled me.” “Thank you,” said Holmes. ' “I may nay, in answer to your original ques- tion, that I have not cleared my mind entirely on the subject of this case, but I have’ every hope of reaching tome conclusion. ‘It would be prema- ture to say more.” . “Perhaps you would tell me if you enspicions point in any particular di- rectiqn ¥ “No, I can hardly answer that.” “Then I have wasted my time, and peed not prolong my visit.” The fa- mous doctor strode out of our cottage In considerable ill-humor, and within five minutes Holmes had followed him. J saw him no more until the evening, when he returned with a slow step #nd hagrard face which assured me | wiat lie had mace uy preat progres with his investigation. He glanced at & tclaovem which awaited him. and threw “it Tnto the grate. “From the Plymouth hotel, Wat. son.” he said. “I learned the name of You Use a Lead WE ALL DO If you knew just where you could buy the been it from the vicar and I wirell to make certain that Dr. Leon Sterndale’s ac- count was true. It appeare that he| did indeed spend last night there, and that he has actually allowed some of | his baggage to go on to Africa, while he returned to.be present at this in- Vestigation. What do you make of that,, Watson?” “He 18 deeply interested.” “Deeply interested—yes. There 18 @ thread here which we have not yet grasped, and which might lead us through the tangle. Cheer up, Wat- gon, for I am very sure that our ma- terial has not yet all come to hand. |’ When it does, we may 's0on leave our | difficulties behind us.” Little did I think how soon the “You Are Very Inquisitive, Mr. ! | Holmes.” | | words of Holmes would be realized, |} or how strange and sinister would be ] that new development which opened | up an entirely fresh line of investi- | gation. I Was shaving at my window i! In the morning when I heard the rattle | of hoofs, and, looking up, saw a dog E‘ cart coming at a gallop down the | road. It pulled up at our door, and | our friend the vicar sprang from it | and rushed up ouyr garden path. | Holmes was already dressed, and we !i hastened down to meet him. | Our visitor was so excited that he i could hardly articulate, but at last | In gasps and bursts his tragic story ! came out of him. | “We are devilridden, Mr. Hoimes! | My poor parish is devil-ridden!” he cried. We are given over into his hands!” He danced about m his agitation, a ludicrous object if it were not for his Finally ashy face and startled eyes. he shot out his terrible news. “Mr. Mortimer Tregennis has died during the night, and with exactly the | same symptoms as the rest of the family.” Holmes sprang to his feet, all en- ergy in an instant, “Can you fit us both into your dog- cart?” | “Yes, I can.” | | “Then, Watson, we will postpone our breakfast. Mr. Roundhay, we are entirely at your disposal. 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