Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, May 20, 1908, Page 2

The Empire’s Dream Amazing Adventures of a Gang of Thieves Who Stole a World-Famous Dia- mond of Fabulous Wealth. CHAPTER XIX—(Continued.) Did Joe Brawn know whom he was following, or was he there by acci- dent? The thought flashed through Winton's mind. If he was there with set purpose, how had he obtained the knowledge of Winton’s destination? It could only mean one thing—that Kate Dauncey had betrayed him. “By heavens! if she has, they had best beware, for they have a desperate n to deal with. I have gone so far now that I have nothing to lose. My life is forfeit and my game is played, but, come what may, they shall not have the ‘Empire’s Dream.’” he car behind was keeping steadi- ly on; slowly and almost impercepti- bly the distance between them de- creased. Joe Brawn calm and in dead- ly earnest; the fugitive in a frenzy of terror and spurred on by despair. Through the square at Plumstead he dashed, on by the wall of the Royal arsenal, and then, standing by the roadside, he saw the pathetic little figure of Kate Dauncey. With a backward look at the on- coming car Winton stopped suddenly and stretched out his hand. Kate Daunecey sprang lightly into the seat by his side, and, with a whirr, he sent the « full speed again. I am glad you have come. I have made all arrangements for you, but you must not drive this way; you must turn back.” Yes, I have come, I have come, my dear Kate, and I am going, going. Ha, ha! Do you know where I am going? I am going to meet Twist—my dear friend; Percy Twist; and you are com- ing with me, Kate. We must not dis- appoint Percy; no, no, there is no turning back—it is on, on. Can’t you see him in front of us grinning like a fiend as he beckons us toward him? And we must go, Kate, we must go.” What has happened? What is the matter with you?” Don’t you see the smile on Twist’s face as he beckons us on? He looked like that when I struck him down, with that cynical leer on his face; but he is dead—dead! I killed him, Kate,,and now we are both going to meet him— e, both of us. “Oh, what would you do? — Stop! stop! turn back, and all will be well.” Turn back! Do you think I'm a fool? Turn back and fall into the plot you have laid for me, you traitorous fiend? No, no; it is on—on to death; look back if you like and see what your ‘work has done; look back and see the murderous foe you have set upon my track; but you shall. reap your reward, Kate, you shall be paid in full. The red-whiskered man | is following and he shall find us, Kate, you an@ me, both together, and the ‘Empire’s Dream’—the ‘Empire’s Dream.’” Down the Plumstead road they dashed, past the railway, on to Rostall heath; the pursuing car gaining stead- fly; steadily the grim face of the pur- suer grew more stern and the fingers clutched the wheel in a vice-like grip. “He is coming, Kate, he is coming; 1 can hear him close’ behind, but he shall never have us. We shall go, Kate, both together, you and I, and the ‘Empire’s Dream.” ~ On, on, through West Heath, faster still, past the railway. again, then sharp to the right toward Erith. Look The water, Kate, the water! at it; how smiling, how inviting! We will go, Kate, both of us, and drown that fiend with the smiling face that is beckoning us on. Come, come, are you ready?” ‘They were nearing the ferry, when suddenly Winton turned the car sharp to the left and before them was the river, while a few yards behind was Joe Brawn. “Jump, Kate, jump!” As she heard Joe Brawn’s voice Kate Douncey suddenly realized her danger. They were but a few yards from the river, and she stood up to make a spring, but Winton anticipated her design and seized her in his arms. With a crash and a splash the car plunged into the water, and both Win- ton and Kate Dauncey sank with it. Pulling up within a few yards of the river Joe Brawn sprang from his car and, kicking off his boots, jumped into the water, amid the horrified cries of the bystanders. Down, down he_ went, while all watched the water in intense excite- ment. In a few seconds he reappear- ed, swimming like a bearded seal and supporting the insensible form of Kate Dauncey. He laid her tenderly upon the ground, and in a few moments she opened her eyes and they met those of Joe Brawn. “Montagu—is he—is he——” “Yes, he has gone where he need fear no earthly judge, but where he will be meted out his just reward.” CHAPTER XxX. Time has passed, the seasons have come and gone, and it is full three years since the tragic story of the “Empire’s. Dream” startled the world. Spring is once again shedding its blessings upon the fair land, and no- where,does its.smiling. Rremise gleam, more brightly than upon the beautiful gardens of Loremuir And as Godfrey West walks in the warm sunshine, with Mary’s arm drawn through his, he thinks that thy world holds no more beautiful spot on earth than this fair Eden where they sive so happily. Then shouting from the shrub- bery, a bonny little boy comes run- ning toward them as fast as his sturdy legs will carry him. “Mam, Uncle Joe is tumin’ to-day.” “Yes, my dear, he is.” “An’ Auntie Kate, too?” “Yes, darling.” “Godfrey likes Uncle Joe an’ Auntie Kate, an’ don’t you, mam?” “Yes, dear; we all love them, and here they come now. Run and meet them.” As Joe Brawn stepped across the lawn, with a protecting arm thrown round his wife, he looked the same old rugged Joe as ever—a little trimmer and neater, perhaps, with a more chal- lenging look in his kindly blue eyes, but still the same old stanch Joe Brawn Of Ballarat. “Aw, sure, Godfrey, me lad, an’ you, Mrs. West, ma’am, ut’s a powerful proud day for Joe Brawn to be seeing ye once again; an’ me bonny little Kate here, she’s so overflowin’ with joy that ut’s breakin’ out into tears she is every minut—aw, yis, sure.” “Ah, we are so glad to see you back from Australia, and to welcome you both to Loremuir; but what of Audrey —where is she; we thought she was coming with you?” “Sure, an’ it’s here she'll be in no time, an’ not by herself, faith, no!” “Not by herself?” “Faith, ut’s that young fellow as succeeded to the title of Lord Lore- muir after that scallawag Winton. Sure, an’ he saw Audrey once or twice before we went back to Ballarat, an’, faith, he followed us out, an’ the re- sult is that me bonny little Audrey is goin’ to be my Lady Loremuir after all.” “And you are pleased?” “Pleased! Faith, an’ that’s not the word for’t. I’m delighted, an’ so’s Kate.” “I am so glad. He asked me if I thought he stood any chance, and I told him to go out and try. But who is this extraordinary looking man?” “Sure, an’ ut’s that disreputable blackguard Nosey Hammond. His sen- tence was up a day or two back.” Nosey ambled toward them with a proad smile illuminating his volumin- ous countenance, “Evening’, gents all, an’ you, my lady, wi’ my respec’s ter. Mrs. Brawn. Parding me hinterruptin’ sech a ’ar- monious meetin’, but. I couldn’t resis’ ther temptashun ter come an’ pay my. respec’s afore I sets me face towards furrin parts, so ter speak. I done me sentence, an’ I can assoore you, ladies an’ gents all, as it wasn’t amoosin’. This ’ere Mr. Joe Brawn, as I takes me ’at orf ter, not fergettin old fren’s, meets me at ther jail door as I was turned orf an’ ’ands me enough boodle ter see me on me way ter Hoystralia, an’ a bit hover. An’ I promises yer, ladies an’ gents, as I’m goin’ ter turn over a noo leaf an’ ’ave no more ter do ‘ith yer Monty Wintons an’ yer Percy Twists; ther game ain't, profita? ble an’ it ain’t amoosin’. So I bids yer good by one an’ all, an’ when IT gets ter Hoystralia, if I ’as any luck, although ther famous diamont is still floatin’ somewheres about ther ho-. shun, I’m goin’ ter start a tavern at Ballarat, an’ if any on yer does me ther honner of a visit yer’ll find as ther sign over ther door’ll read, ‘The Empire’s Dream.’” The End. ENGAGEMENT BRACELETS. Princess Marie Bonaparte Started the Idea—Worn on the Upper Arm. The newest Parisian fad is the be- trothal. bracelet. It is not worn on the wrist, but on the upper arm, the left arm, as nearest the heart. The fashion is said to have been in- troduced by Princess Mari eBonaparte, who received from Prince George of Greece instead of the traditional ring a double band of gold made to fit about her arm close up to the shoul- der. The two broad rings of which the ornament consists were chased with an antique design and studded with diamonds and sapphires, and had a clasp of diamonds. The engagement bracelet is made in many forms, however, sometimes with bangles of gems and sometimes with little chains of pearls looped from it. Often it is perfectly plain save for a single fine diamond or.a small star of brilliants, The bracelet must not take any fan- ciful form, such as serpentine, rope or openwork effects. Its significance is in the double band, which is sup- posed to typify the union of the cou: ple. London-Grown Tobacco. Cigars made from tobacco actually grown in London appear ar impossi- pility and an absurdity; but in real- ity they are neither. A portion of the 1906-7 London tobacco crop, grown ex- perimentally at Regent’s park for the last international tobacco exhibition, has been manufactured. |) AND Now THEY DON’T. SPEAK, Whispering Stones in Statuary Hall Completed Estrangement, ES Who hasn’t heard or experimented with the famous “whispering gallery” in statuary hall? Really, the phenom- enon should be called the “whisper- ing stones,” for two persons stand- ing exactly on these stones and sep- arated by the wide expanse of the great vaulted chamber can carry on a low-toned conversation. A capitol guide tried to explain the why of it to me once, but got all tangled up and failed miserably, says a writer in the Washington Star. I suppose it is merely that by some sort of outra- geously complicated acoustic the hu- man voice, starting as a soft-spoken word from one of these stones, is phonographically treated and magni- fied until it is a regular bellow when it arrives at the other. But this isn’t the whispering stones, but concerns a congressional feud they started. Thére are two Democrats in the house from the same southern state who have never been’ particularly im- pressed with each other, but who have always taken the greatest pains to remain on the most friendly terms. Let’s call them Jones and Smith, and explain their courtesy by saying that Jones, although he didn’t like Smith, thought Smith likes him and_ vice versa. But it’s all over now, for one day Jast week Jones -was standing in stat- uary hall talking with a constituent and the conversation turned on Smith. There were a few people scattered around the hall, but Jones, always cautious, spoke ia almost a whisper. But in that whisper he relieved his mind. He called Smith everything he could think of from a conceited, pin- headed ass up. And after he had con- cluded his peroration and had paused to draw a long breath he nearly dropped dead when, apparently out of the clear sky, came, in an enraged roar, the voice of Smith. And Smith started off with “Snake!” and from that he branched out and became elo- quent. When Jones recovered his presence of mind he began to glance around, and far across statuary hall, standing on one of the whispering stones— which, it might be explained, are not marked in any way—he saw Smith, gesticulating violently and apparent ly talking to himself, for there was no one within yards of him. But every word that he said reached Jones, and in a minute he was barking back. The spectacle was perfectly idiotic, but this fact didn’t appeal to either Jones or Smith at the time. And now they don’t even speak; also, the tale having, been spread around by dear friends of both par- ties, members of the house are be. ginning. to be. careful what. they say in passing through statuary _ hall, where are located the wonderful but somewhat indiscreet whispering stones. : QUICKER TO WALK UPSTAIRS. Crdinary Mortals Liable to Delay in Capitol Elevators. Senators take precedence over ordi- nary mortals in the elevators at the senate end of the national capitol. Whenever a senator enters the ele. vator the conductor takes him imme diately to the floor he wishes to go, no matter if the cage should happen (as is frequently the case) to be filled with men and women headed in the opposite direction. Three rings is a notice to the conductor that a senator wishes to go up or down. Frequently a mischievous page will give the sen- atorial ring ‘and then run to cover, and at such times the conductor uses language that is quite unparliamen- tary. Occasionally a delicate situation is created by two senators entering ‘an elevator at the same time, each ‘headed in an opposite direction. Then an Alphonse-Gaston stunt is enacted, to the edification of the onlookers, be- fore the big machine gets under way again. Not long since Mr. Latta who con- veys all of President Roosevelt's mes- sages from the White House to the eapitol, stepped in the elevator with a big, black portfolio under his arm containing “a message in writing from the president to the senate of the United States.” Just then there was a senatorial signal from the sub-cel- lar, so instead of going up with Mr. Roosevelt’s messenger, the operator lowered the cage to the basement. The senator who entered wished to go to the gallery, so the elevator went up to that point without stopping. An- other senator was waiting at the gal- lery floor who had business in the basement. Several trips from top to bottom were made without stopping at the senate floor, where Mr. Latta wished to get out. “Hold on,” said Mr. Latta just as the elevator reached the bottom after his fourth fruitless attempt to reach the senate floor. “I guess I will get out and walk up. You see, I am ina hurry!” “Looks like a senatorial conspir- acy,” remarked a bystander, “to keep the president from communicating with the senate.” Government Employes. A census bulletin just issued shows that more than 185,844 persons are em- ployed by the government, exclusive of postmasters and their clerks, and mechanics. Of this number nearly 14,000 are women and 8,352 negroes. Although half the total are under 35 years of age, 137 are over 80 years; 465 over 75 years; 1,557 over 79 years, and 4,364 over 65 years. New York ranks first in the number of employes; Pennsylvania second; Illinois third, and Massachusetts fourth. The aver- ‘age yearly, salary.paid,men is $935; that to women $766. The Farmer: The New Hand: So | have. The Farmer: The New Hand: 1 thought you said you’d been used to workin’ on a dairy farm? What, an’ you can’t milk a cow! Course I can’t: all | done was to pump.—Sketch. —" aaa on A BULLY IDEA ~- o- Pat (planning a burglary)—Sure, now, Mick, an’ how shall we know if we're both there at the right toime? Mick—Be aisy, Pat, Oi’ve the viry jewel av an Idea. chalk mark on the gate; and If Of git there if you git there first, put a first, Oi’Il rub it out.—Sketch. 5 | IT’S SOURCE ALL RIGHT | “Now, my good man, you mustn’t bring your wheelbarrow through here. Aren't you aware that this |s consecrated ground?” must go round the other way. “Well, zur, | didn’t knaw but what the {t 0” the sexton.””—Punch. You barry warn’t consecrated, too. | borry’d A Spring Day. The poet rises with the dawn and starts @ song en spring; Prates of the crocus cn the lawn and all that sort of thing. There comes a sudden change at noon; white flakes begin to blow. The poet has to change his tune; in- serts a verse on snow. By nightfall things are even worse; beneath the pressing crush The snow, alike the poet’s verse, de- generates to slush. Anything at a Pinch. The goat peered into the yard. It was Monday, and he was hungry. “Tm starving,” quoth he, “but I must | do it.” “Do what?” inquired a stray horse. “Take in washing,” responded the | goat, as he broke through the fence.—} Judge. Motor Madness. The rapid youth now vows the race With alcohol is too serene, To set a truly thrilling pace The thing you want is gasoline. —Washington Star. The Power of Music. Miss Gotham—Gracious! What an unusual deformity! Look ut that man’s —er——lower limbs! Miss Manhattan—That’s no deform- ity. That's Prof. De Pumpem, the great pianola virtuoso. His technic measures twenty-six inches around the calf.—Puck. —____—— Stricken in Spirit. Stranger—This village boasts of a choral society, doesn’t it? Resident—No; we just endure it with resignation.—London Tit-Bits. Look at Ted. “History states that Caesar thrice refused a kingly crown.” “Only thrice?” “Tush! Wad we a file of newspa- | pyri for that period, I guess we'd find that he had to enter a fresh denial every week.” Justifiable Pride. Church—Why is it a man always looks proud when you ask him where he is from and he says Chicago? Gotham—Why, wouldn't you feel proud if you happened to get away}: from Chicago?—Yonkers Statesman. po You KNOW WHAT WHITE LEAD IS? Its Chief Use and a Method of Deter. mining Good from Bad Explained. White Lead is the standard paint material al! over the world. Itis made by cgrroding metallic lead into a white powder, through exposing it to the fumes of weak acetic acid and carbonic acid gas; this powder is then ground and mixed with linseed oil, making a thick paste, in which form it is packed and sold for painting purposes. The painter thins it down to the proper consistency for application by the ad- dition of more linseed oil. The above refers, of course, to pure, genuine White Lead only. Adulterated and fake “White Lead,” of which there are many brands on the market, is generally some svrt of composition containing only a percentage of white lead; sometimes no White Lead at all; in such stuff, barytes or ground rock, chalk, and similar cheap substancés are used to make bulk and imitate the appearance of pure White Lead. There is, however, a positive test by which the purity or impurity of White Lead may be proved or exposed, be- fore painting with it. The blow-pipe flame will reduce pure white lead to metallic lead. If a supposed white lead be thus tested and it only partially reduces to lead, leaving a residue, it is proof that something else was -there besides white lead. The National Lead Company guar- antee all White Lead sold in packages bearing its “Dutch Boy Painter” trade- mark to prove absolutely pure under this blow-pipe test, and that you may make the test yourself in your own home, they will send free upon re- quest a blow-pipe and everything else necessary to make the test, together with a valuable booklet on paint. Ad- dress, National Lead Company, Wood- bridge Building, New York. A One-Name Wedding. At a wedding solemnized at Fingest (Buckinghamshire) the bride, the bridegroom, the clergyman who per- formed the ceremony and all the sig- natories of the register bore the name of Davis.—Pall Mall Gazette. If an Advertisement Convinces You, Stay Convinced When you read in this newspaper the advertisement of a manufacturer who has paid for the space used to convince you that it is to your interest to buy his goods, and you go to a dealer where such articles are usually handled for sale, do not let the dealer or any one of his clerks sell you some- thing else which he claims is “just as good.” If an advertisement convinced you, it was because of the element of truth which it contained. INSIST ON GETTING WHAT YOU ASK FOR. JUMP THE ROPE. If You Would Restore a Full Figure to Its Former Syiphlike Lines. If you would retain a sylphlike form, or attain one, in case the accumula- tion of adipose tissue has distorted your former slenderness into unsightly lines, jump the rope. This is what certain New York women are spending their spare time in doing nowadays. When you see a woman who once tipped the scales at 200 and now balances them at 135 you may be sure that she has been fol- lowing the latest form of beauty cul- ture. From Paris comes the beauty cultur- ist who introduced this simple method of flesh reduction, and though she pretends that some mysterious medi- cinal virtues emanate from the han- dles of her skipping ropes, yet those who have tried the system with or- dinary skipping ropes report remark- able results from the sport. As a matter of fact, this reformer herself might recommend almost any- thing in the line of beauty culture for flesh reduction and her adherents would follow it, even to standing on their heads, if that would do any good, for she has a sylphlike form herself Encased in heathlike corsets over which hangs easily a princess gown of white broadcloth she presents a pic- ture of grace that any woman would do much to acquire. FIT THE GROCER Wife Made the Suggestion. A grocer has excellent opportunity to know the effects of special foods on his customers. A Cleveland grocer has a long list of customers that have been helped in health by leaving off coffee and using Postum Food Coffee. He says, regarding his own expe- rience: “Two years ago I had been drinking coffee, and must say that I was almost wrecked in my nerves. “Particularly in the morning I was so irritable and upset that I could hardly wait until the coffee was served, and then I had no appetite for breakfast, and did not feel like at- tending to my store duties. “One day my wife suggested that inasmuch as I was selling so much Postum there must be some merit in it and suggested that we try it. I took home a package and she pre- pared it according to directions. The result was a very happy one. My nervousness gradually disappeared,and today I'am all right. I would advise everyone afflicted in any way with nervousness or stomach troubles, te leave off coffee and use Postum Food Coffee.” “There's a Reason.” Read “The Road to Wellville,” in pkgs. Ever read the above letter? A new one appears from time to time. They are genuine, true, and full of human in terest, — + | | |