Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, October 19, 1907, Page 10

The Strange D CHAPTER XIV.—Continued. The journalist was thinking deeply, his head bowed upon his hands. He looked up at last, and his face was very pale. Little beads of prespiration stocd out upon his forehead. His eyes were luminous. “It is too big to take in all at once,” he “But I see some things. In the first instance, your discovery means the triumph of Truth! Think of it, the saying that Truth shall pre- vail will be justified at last!” Gouldesbrough nodded, and _ the writer went on, his voice warming into enthusiasm as he continued, his words pouring out in flood. “No one will lie any more because every one will realize that lying will be useless, when your machine can search out their inmost secrets. In two genera- tions deceit will have vanished from the world. We will invest in no com- pany unless the directors submit themselves to the scrutiny of your in- vention. We shall be able to test the genuineness of every enterprise be- fore embarking upon it. Again, your invention means the triumph of Jus- tice! There will be no more cases of wrongful imprisonment. No man will suffer for a crime he did not commit! Oh, it’s wonderful! beyond thinking! The cumbrous machinery of the law courts will be instantly swept away. | The criminal will try himself, in spite of himself; he will give the secret of his actions to the world! The whole of life will be changed and made bright. We shall witness the final tri- umph of all—the triumph of Love! Man or maid will be each able to test the reality and depth of each other’s i There will be no’ more marriages, no betrayals of g women, And from these un- fons of love, pure and undefiled by worldly considerations, finer race will spring up—noble, free, and wise. And you—you, the man sitting here by my side, have done all this!” His voice failed him for a moment, and the burning torrent of his words was still, In the rush and clamor of the new ideas, in the immeasurable vastness of the conception, speech would not go on. Then he started, and his face grew paler than before. e he.” he said, “forgive me if I seem to doubt. It is all so incred- ibly wonderful. But you have really done this, Sir William? You are not merely hoping to do it some day? You are not merely advancing along the road which may some day lead to it?” “Tha ‘tually done it, Mr. Megbie, completely, utterly, certainly. And in a few days you shall judge for your- self. Yes; it is certain.” “But it is infinite in its possibili- ties!” the journalist went on. “An- other thing that I see quite clearly will result in this: the right man in the right place will be an accomplish- ed fact in the future. We shall find out carly in the life of a child exactly in what direction its true power lies. To-day we find that circumstances, and the mistakes of parents and guardians, are constantly putting chil- dren into walks of life for which they are not in the least fitted. Thé result | is a dreadful waste of power. We see on eve ide clergymen who ought to be business men, business men who! ought to be painters or musicians, clerks who are bad clerks but who would make excellent soldiers. Your marvelous discovery will change all this forever. Every day the growing brain of the child will be tested. We shall find out exactly what its true thoughts are; children will cease to be inarticulate and unable to give us a true idea of themselves, as they so often are at present. ‘ “Teaching will become an exact science because every schoolmaster will be able to find out how much his teaching is appreciated and under- stood, and how little, as the case may be. And we shall discover other and even more portentous secrets! We shall know what is passing in the minds of the dying who cannot speak to us. We shall know the truth about a future state, inasmuch as we shall be able to find out whether the mind does indeed receive warnings and hintings of the other world at the mo- ment of passing. Then, also, I suppose we shall be able to penetrate into a world that has been closed to us since the human species began. We shall know at last in what strange way ani- mals think. The pictures that pass into the brain of a dog, the horse, the tiger, through the physical eye, will be made clear for us to see. We shall wrest his secret from the eagle, and see the memories of the primeval for- est which linger in the minds of the jaguar and ape.” The little fountain in the center of the conservatory tinkled merrily. The electric bulbs in the glass roof shed a soft light upon the broad green leaves of the tropical plants, which seemed ‘Alive or De Gerald Rathbone. By GUY THORNE. isappearance of Yet at that moment and in that place a stupendous revelation was be- ing made. A tale, which the wildest imagination would have hesitated to give a place in the mind, was being poured into the ears of one who was the mouthpiece of the public. To- morrow all'the world would be think- ing the thought, experiencing the same mental disturbance that Donald Megbie was experiencing now. The cables would be flashing the news through vast cities and over the beds of mighty oceans to the farthest cor- ner of the habitable globe. Megbie realized something of this. “T feel my responsibility very acutely,” he said. “You have put into my hands one of the greatest chances that any writer of the public press has ever had. Before I begin to write anything I must be alone to think things over. You may well imagine how all this has startled me. For the thinking man it almost has an element of ter- ror. One feels an awe that may in any moment change to fear! When I first saw Mont Blanc I felt as I do now.” Sir William gazed keenly at his companion. Megbie was obviously un- strung. It was curious to see how this revelation had gripped and in- fluenced the keen, cool-headed man of the world, curious and full of a thrill exquisite in its sense of power and do- minion. The tall figure of the scient- ist towered over that of the other man. Gouldesbrough had risen, the usual reserve of his manner had dropped away from him, and great ideas of exultation seemed to carry him swiftly and irresistibly to the very heart of human things. During the Iong years of experiment and toil Gouldesbrough had occasionally known these moments of savage ecsta- sy. But never had he known a mo- ment so poignant, so supreme as this a new and/} As he stood there the thought came to him that he alone stood apart from all created men in the supremacy of in- tellect, in the majesty of an utter sovereignty over the minds of man- kind. The rush of furious emotion master- ed him for a moment, so terrible was it in intensity and strength. “Yes,” he cried, with a wild gesture of his arm and in a high, vibrating voice. “Yes! you are right! You have said what all the world is about to say. I have stormed the heights of the unknown! The secrets of all men’s hearts are mine, and I claim an absolute knowl- edge of the soul even as my Maker claims it!” Megbie started from his reverie. He stared at the tall, swaying figure with fascinated eyes as he heard the bold and terrible words. Was it not thus that Lucifer himself had spoken in Milton’s mighty poem? And how had the star of the morn- ing fallen? Once more the thought flashed into his mind that there was something of madness in those blazing eyes. Howev- er great a miracle this man had done, were not these words of tremendous arrogance the symptom of a_ brain destined to blaze up for a moment in mighty triumph and then to pass into the dark? Who could say? Who could tell? Suddenly Megbie realized that Sir William was speaking in an ordinary voice. “Forgive me,” he was saying, quiet- ly, and with a half laugh. “I’m afraid I let myself go for a moment. It’s not a thing I often do, you know. But you were so appreciative! Now you will please let me run away. afraid I have already been here too long. I have promised to take Miss Poole in to supper.” ed away. Megbie sat where he was for a few moments longer. He intended to leave chambers in the Temple, perhaps looking in at one of the clubs on the way. He did not want the innumera- ble questions, the pressure of the curi- ous, which he knew would be his lot if he remained any longer in Portland Place. His mind was in a whirl, entire sol- itude would alone enable him to col- lect his thoughts. He rose to leave the conservatory when he saw something bright upon the chair on which Sir William Gouldesbrough had been sitting. It was a cigarette case Megbie realized that Gouldesbrough had forgotten it. Being unwilling to seek out the scientist, Megbie put the ease in his pocket, meaning to send it round to Sir William’s house in the morning. Then he went swiftly into the hall and managed to get away out of the house without being questioned or stopped. % It was a clear, bright night. “There was less smoke about in the sky than | usual, and the swift motion of the hansom cab was exhilarating. How fortunate Sir William was! So the journalist thought as he was driven as if they had been cunningly japan- ned. Two men dress sat talking together, while dis- through. the lighted streets. He stood in modern evening | upon a supreme pinnacle of fame, and beautiful Marjorie Pooie—a girl to tant sounds of talk and laughter float-; make any man happy—was being kind ed into them from the great and fash- jonable drawing rooms beyond. It was an ordinary picture enough, and to the superficial eye one without special significance or meaning to him again. The romantic and mys- terious-Rathbone incident was over and done with. Miss Poole's fancy for the young barrister must have only been a passing onc. But what a dark I am; He shook hands and hurriedly walk- | the house quietly and go home to his | and mysterious business it had all Megbie had known Gerald Rathbone. He had often met him at the Temple, and he had liked the bright and capa- ble young fellow. For a moment the writer contrasted the lot of the two men—the one he had just left, great, brilliant, and hap- py; the other whom he had known in the past, now faded utterly away into impenetrable dark. © He sighed. Then he thought that a cigarette would be refreshing. He found he had no cigarettes of his own, but his fingers touched the case Sir William had left behind him in the conservatory. Good! there would be sure to be cigarettes in the case. He drew it out and opened it. There were two cigarettes in one of the compartments But it was not the sight of the two little tubes of paper that made the writer’s eyes di- late and turned his face gray with sudden fear. Cut deeply in ihe silver he saw this: GERALD RATHBONE, : : INNER TEMPLE, : : LONDON, E. C. : CHAPTER XV. Hail to the Lovers! When he had left Donald Megbie, Sir William Gouldesbrough went back to the room in which he had last seen Marjorie Poole. He found her the center of a circle of friends and acquaintances. Lady Poole was sitting by her daughter’s side, and was in high good humor. Gouldesbrough saw at once that while he had been talking with Donald Megbie in the conservatory Lord Mal- vin had done as Gouldesbrough had asked him. Everyone knew, with more or less accuracy, of what the new invention consisted. If the excitement and stir of expec- tation had been noticeable at the be- ginning of the evening, it was now doubly apparent. The rooms hummed like a hive with excited talk, and it was obvious that society considered it had received a remarkable sensation. Sir William knew that things were moving in the direction that he wish- ed them when he saw Marjorie Poole holding a little court in this manner, She was always a very popular girl, and knew everybody. But to-night was not ordinary. It was plain that both Marjorie and Lady Poole were being courted because of their connec. tion with Sir William Gouldesbrough. Of course, everybody knew the past history of the engagement. But it now seemed almost certain that it would be renewed. Gouldesbrough realized all this in a moment, and with intense satisfaction The assumption that he and Marjorie were once more engaged, or on the verge of being so, coula not but contribute toward the fact. . Yes, it was a propitious hour. Ev- erything was in his favor; this was his grand night, and he meant that it should be crowned by the renewal of the promise of the girl he loved. As he went up to the group he seemed wonderfully strong and dom: inant. Marjorie’s eyes fell upon him and brightened as they did so. Cer- tainly there was no one else like this man! Gouldesbrough wanted to carry Marjorie away to the supper room at once, but he was not to escape so easily. He was immediately surround- ed, and congratulations were fired at him from every side. (To Be Continued.) e (he ee DICKENS SPOKE TO HIM. What the Great Author Said to the Yankee Boy. Henry C. Robinson,-a witty lawyer who used to live in Hartford, Conn., told the following anecdote one eyen- ing when he was introducing an Eng- lish author to a Hartford audience: “The most famous Englishman whom I ever saw was Charles Dick- ens, who lectured here in Hartford when I was a young boy. “I had read some of the stories of this great writer and I was most anx- ious to catch a glimpse of the man himself. So on thé afternoon when he was expected to arrive I walked up and down the street in front of the hotel where I knew he was to stay. “The hotel was built close to the sidewalk and the long windows of the parlor were so low that the passer-by could easily see into the room. “I soon realized that a gentleman was sitting within reading a paper. I stepped up close under the window and pressed my face against the glass, eager to get a good look at the stranger. Yes, it was he! It really was! I had seen his picture often and couldn’t be mistaken. I stared and stared, anxious to impress every feature upon my memory. After a few moments he turned and saw me there, the little eager Yankee boy, gazing up at his face; and then the famous man, laying aside his paper, actually spoke, so that I really heard the voice of the great Charles Dickens himself and he was really talking to me!” Here Mr. Robinson paused impres- sively and some one on the platform inquired, “What did he say, Mr. Rob- inson?” “He said,” replied Mr. Robinson, in subdued tones, “Go away, little boy; go away!” * Attend to your own affairs and you will have no time to butt into the af fairs of your neighbors, 3 PATENTS. List of Patents Issued Last Week: to Northwestern Inventors. Reported by Lothrop & Johnson, patent lawyers, 911 Pioneer Press building, St. Paul, Minn.: Albert S. Dehler, Minneapolis, Minn., gravity conveyor; Gottlieb W. Froelich, St. Paul, Minn., washing machine stand; Frederick Hartje, St. Thomas, N. D., automobile sleigh; John J. Lee, Min- neapolis, Minn., soap holder and grat- er; William CC. Mielke, Parker's Prairie, Minn., automobile sleigh; Knute G. Rudy, Northfield, Minn., pen- holder. Circumstantial Evidence. The crushed tragedian smiled sadly as he dodged with agility scarcely to be expected from one of his ripe geni- us, the various tributes of nature’s ma- ture production which were making a great hit with him. “From the way antique eggs are coming this way,” he muttered, “I imagine that a most foul conspiracy is being hatched against me!” gee Re Sar ay His Opportunity. “He is a regular chatterbox.” “Only during his vacation.” “His vacation? Why, he is at his of- fice every day.” “I know, but his wife is away.” SPAIN’S CANNY RAILROADS. Visitors Have to Pay for a Ticket Merely to Go on the Platform. In Spain the railroads do not lose a chance to make a little profit, even in the case of the non-travelers. When you see somebody off in that country you must pay for the privilege. The railroads all sell billetes de an- ten, which are good for the platform only. These cost generally five cen- timos, equivalent to a cent in Ameri- can money. Just why this is done it is hard to see, because persons entering a train cannot very well avoid the conductor, who is always making trips to inspect the carriages. If a person attempted to steal a ride in a carriage he wouid have a small chance of getting away with it. If caught he would have to pay a penalty of just twice the fare between the point where he was dis covered and the point where tickets last were inspected. Origin of Cards. The origin of cards lies far back in the hidden antiquity of Asia, no record so far having been found to unravel the source. It was from the distant Orient that cards, along with chess, were first introduced into Southern Europe, Spain and Italy, especially. The earliest of these cards have been lost, unfortunately, and no record of them preserved. But in no way were they even a suggestion of our present- day cards. Not a Sure Thing. Two “gemmen” of “cullah” were coming up City Hall alley yesterday afternoon. They wore togs that for locgl color had anything the rainbow attempted beaten a dozen furlongs. “Know wat Jim’s gwine and done?” asked one. “No, wat ’tis?” responded the other. “He’s g’wan bought a razzer.” “Dat hain’t so worse” said his friend. “A razzer’s handy sometimes.” “Yah,” answered the other in tones of deep contempt, “but dis yere fool Jim g’wan bought a safety ra‘zzer.” Tender-Hearted Girl. Miss Koy—Do you know, that horrid Mr. Hansom insisted upon kissing me last night. Miss Ascum — Why didn’t you scream? Miss Koy—I didn’t want to scare the poor fellow. Oysters R In. Waiter—Yes, sir, we can give you an oyster stew. Oysters are in season now. : Guest—Well, see that a few of them are in the stew. “GOLD SEAL” OIL CLOTHING. Best made. If your dealer does not have the “Gold Seal’’ apply to Goodyear Rub- ber Co., St. Paul, Minn. . His Word Not Good. John and Jim agreed to settle a dif- ference by fighting it out. It was un- derstood that whoever wanted to quit should cry “’nough!” John had Jim down and was hammering him sound- ly when Jim cried “’nough!” But John paid no attention to his cry and kept on pounding him. Again and again Jim called out “’nough!” John paid no heed and kept busy with his fists. A boy standing near asked: He’s yelled ‘’nough!’” “But he’s such a liar you can’t be- lieve him.” Metals and. Metaphors. “It is most amazing,” said a metal- lurgist, “how the world relies on met- als for its metaphors and _ similies. Thus an orator is silver tongued or golden-mouthed. An explorer is bronz- ed by African suns. <A resolute chap has an iron will. A sluggard moves with leaden feet. An ostrich has a copper-lined stomach. A millionaire has tin. A swindler is as slippery as quicksilver. A borrower has brass.” pa : New Answers to Questions. Customer—Will that wear well? Tailro—No; not partieularly. It’s a rather poorly made cloth and won’t make up any too well, either. fit is likely to be poor, too, and our prices are exorbitant. Draper & Co., at No. 117, are showing a splendid line of suitings and their prices are quite low.—Puck. But | “Why don’t you let the feller up?! The | TEN YEARS OF PAIN. Unable to Do Even Housework Be- cause of Kidney Troubles. Mrs. Margaret Emmerich, of Clin- ton St., Napoleon, O., says: “For fifteen years I was a great sufferer from kidney trou- bles. My back pained me terribly. Every turn or move caused sharp, shooting pains. My eyesight was poor, dark spots appeared before me, oF and I had dizzy For ten years I could not do spells. housework, and for two years did not get out of the house. The Kidney se- cretions were irregular, and doctors were not helping me. Doan’s Kidney Pills brought me quick relief, and finally cured me. They saved my life.” Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Millburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. Merely Preliminary. “T foolishly promised my wife a new silk gown this fall,” said Subbubs, “and it’s cost me nearly $5 already.” “For material?” asked % “Oh, no, that’s what she earfare looking up samples. or. spent in WATCHING THE AUTOMOBILE. Owner and Chaffeur Have Anxious Mo- ments While in a Restaurant. The man who drove up to the res- taurant in an automobile brought his chaffeur in with him to eat. They stood around for several minutes, while the waiters posed at tables all about. “IT want a seat from which I can watch my car,” said the owner, when the head waiter approached to find out why the hesitation. “You know that there have been so many cases recent- ly of cars being stolen from in front of restaurants and hotels that I do not want to take any chances.” They got their seats all right within easy range of the automobile, one of the American made machines of the $2,500 type. It is safe to say that the worry incidental to that meal caused a not inconsiderable amount of indi- gestion. ither master or man had an eye on the automobile throughout the entire meal. Alcohol From Beets. Kansas is to have a large shar the manufacture of denatured*alcohol in wholesale quantities in a few years, the material for its manufacture being the waste products from the beet su gar refineries. The tops of the beeta and the portion of the upper part usu ally cut off and discarded are to be used in the manufacture of alcohol, and capitalists are interested in thg erection of refineries at Garden City. “BOO-HOO” Shouts a Spanked Baby. A Doctor of Divinity, now Editor of a well-known Religious paper, has written regarding the controversy be- tween Collier's Weekly and the Re- ligious Press of the Country and oth- ers, including ourselves. Also regard- ing suits for libel brought by Collier’s against us for commenting upon its methods. These are his sentiments, with some very emphatic words left out. “The religious Press owes you a debt of gratitude for your courage in showing up Collier's Weekly as the “Yell-Oh Man.” Would you care to use the inclosed article on the “Boo Hoo Baby” as the “Yell-Oh Man’s successur ?” “A contemporary remarks that Col- lier's has finally run against ‘a solid hickory “Post” and been damaged in its own estimation to the tune of $750,000.00.” “Here is a publication which has, in utmost disregard of the facts, spread broadcast damaging statements about the Religious Press and others and has suftered those false statements to go uncontradicted until, not satisfied after finding the Religious Press too quiet, and peaceful, to resent the in- sults, it makes the mistake of wander- ing into fresh field and butts its rat- tled head against this Post and all the World laughs. Even Christian’ smile, as the Post suddenly turns and gives it back a dose of its own medicine.” “It is a mistake to say all the World laughs. No cheery laugh comes from Collier’s, but it cries and boo hoos like a spanked baby and wants $750,000.00 to soothe its tender, lacerated feel- ings.” - “Thank Heaven it has at last struck aman with “back bone” enough to call a spade a “spade” and who believes in telling the whole truth without fear or favor.” Perhaps Collier’s with its “utmost disregard for the facts,” may say no such letter exists. Nevertheless it is on file in our office and is only one of a mass of letters and other data, news- paper comments, etc., denouncing the “yellow” methods of Collier's. This volume is so large that a ‘man could not well go thru it under half a day’s steady work. The letters come from various parts of America. Usually a private controversy is not interesting to the public, but this is a public controversy. Collier’s has been using the “yellow” methods to attract attention to itself, but, jumping in the air, cracking heels together and yelling “Look at me” wouldn't suffice, so it started out on a “Holier Than Thou” attack on the Re- ligious Press and on medicine. We leave it to the public now, as we did when we first resented Collier’s attacks, to say whether, in a craving for sensation and circulation, its at- tacks do not amount to a systematic mercenary hounding. We likewise leave it to the public to say whether Collier’s, by its own policy and meth- ods, has not made itself more ridicu- lous than any comment of ours could make it. Does Collier’s expect to regain any self-inflicted loss of prestige by de- monstrating thru suits for damages, that it can be more artful in evading liability for libels than the humble but resentful victims of its defamation, or does it hope for starting a campaign of libel suits to silence the popular in- dignation, reproach and resentment which it has aroused. Collier’s can not dodge this public controversy by private law suits. It can not postpone the public judgment against it. That great jury, |the Pub- lic, will hardly blame ys for not wait- ing until we get a petit jury in a court room, before denouncing this prod- igal detractor of institutions founded and fostered either by individuals or by the public, itself. No announcements during our entire business career were ever made claiming “nfedicinal effects” for either Postum or Grape-Nuts. Medicinal ef- fects are results obtained from the use of medicines. Thousands of visitors go thru our entire works each month and see for themselves that Grape-Nuts contains absolutely nothing but wheat, barley and a little salt; Postum absolutely nothing but wheat and about ten per- cent of New Orleans Molasses. The art of preparing these simple ele- ments in a scientific manner to obtain the best food value and flavor, re- quired some work and experience to acquire. Now, when any publication goes far enough out of its way to attack us be- cause our advertising is “medical,” it simply offers a remarkable exhibition of ignorance or worse. We do claim physiological or bodily results of favorable character follow- ing the adoption of our suggestions re- garding the discontinuance of coffee and foods which may not be keeping the individual in good health. We have no advice to offer the perfectly healthful person. His or her health: is evidence in itself that the bever- ages and foods used exactly fit that person. Therefore, why change? But to the man/or woman who is ailing, we have something to say as a result of an unusually wide experience e food and the result of proper feed- ing. In the palpably ignorant attack on us in Collier's, appeared this state- ment,—“One widely circulated para- graph labors to induce the impression that Grape-Nuts will obviate the ne- cessity of an operation in appendi- citis. This is lying and potentially deadly lying.” In reply to this exhibition of—well let the reader name it, the Postum Co., says: Let it be understood that appendi- -citis results from long continued dis- turbance in the intestines, caused pri- marily by undigested starchy food, such as white bread, potatoes, rice, partly cooked cereals and such. Starchy food is not digested in the upper stomach but passes on into the duodenum, or lower stomach and in- testines, where, in a healthy individ- ual, the transformation of the starch into a form of sugar is completed and then the food absorbed by the blood. But if the powers of digestion are weakened, a part of the starchy food will lie in the warmth and moisture of the body and decay, generating gases and irritating the mucous surfaces un- til under such conditions the whole lower part of the alimentary canal, in- cluding the colon and the appendix, becomes involved. Disease sets up and at times takes the form known as appendicitis. When the symptoms of the trouble make their appearance, would it not be good, practical, common sense, to discontinue the starchy food which is causing the trouble and take a food in which the starch has been trans- formed into a form of sugar in the process of manufacture? This is identically the same form of sugar found in the human body after starch has been ‘perf ly digested. Now, human food is made up very largely of starch and is required by the body for energy and warmth. Naturally, therefore, its use should be continued, if possible, and for the rea- sons given above it is made possible in the manufacture of Grape-Nuts. In connection with this change of food to bring relief from physical dis- turbances, we have suggested washing out the intestines to get rid of the im- mediate cause of the disturbance. Naturally, there are cases where the disease has lain dormant and the abuse continued too long, until ap- parently only the knife will avail. But it is a well-established fact among the best physicians who are acquainted with the details above recited, that preventative measures are far and away the best. Are we to be condemned for suggest- ing a way to prevent disease by fol- lowing natural methods and for per- fecting a food that contains no “medi- cine” and produces no “medicinal ef- fects” but which has guided literally thousands of persons from sickness to health? We have received during the years past upwards of 25,000 letters from people who have been either helped or made entirely well by fol- lowing: our suggestions, and they are simple. If coffee disagrees and causes any of the ailments common to some cof- fee users quit it and take on Postum. If white bread, potatoes, rice and other starch foods make trouble, quit and use Grape-Nuts food which is largely predigested and will digest, nourish and strengthen, when other forms of food do not. It’s just plain old common sense. “There's a Reason for Postum and Grape-Nuts. Postum Cereal Co., Ltd.