The Seattle Star Newspaper, March 3, 1916, Page 4

tered at Meattia By mall, out of elty, one year, # Don’t Forget the Belt Line Tuesday F OR years the railroad lines have held Seattle with a strangle hold by block ing commerce and over-charging for ser vice along the waterfront They have bled the shippers for years with triplicate switching charges, delays and discriminations That is why the port commission got into the fight and proposed a municipally owned belt line that would keep com- merce between rail and water flowing evenly—and the charges within reason 4 The people voted in favor of the belt "B line proposal They will have to go thru the for- mality of approving the transfer of the OM proper funds at Tuesday's election NOW THE RAILROADS ARE MAKING AN ELEVENTH HOUR PLAY TO THROW DUST IN THE VOTERS’ EYES They have announced a “gentlemen's agreement” whereby they will change their leopard’s spots and all use each other's lines and charge fairly € THEY DON’T WANT PUBLIC- ¥ LY-OWNED LINE, BECAUSE IT WILL SPOIL A LITTLE FREEZE- a OUT GAME THAT HAS NETTED THEM HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS EVERY YEAR Vote right Tuesday. Help the city go ahead What's Nick After? RAND DUKE NICHOLAS, has failed to tell us why he is rushing his victorious troops from Erzerum to- ward Trebizond, on the Black sea. Rus- Wm sia already controls the Black sea. It is a whale of a way~ from Trebizond to Constantinople, and Trebizond cannot be im sought as a port of outlet for Russia’s products. It must be that Nick’s last news of the sultan, like ours, was to the effect that the sultan and his harem had taken refuge in Trebizond. If designs upon the sultan are what's prodding Nick in his rush, he’s a mean man. Any fellow with two dozen wives is entitled to a peaceful refuge so far as war atmosphere is con cerned. By the way, we get interviews galore with the higher-ups of the war but none with the sultan. A man compelled to skeedaddle from refuge to refuge, with a flock of wives, must have views on a world’s war, or doesn’t a world’s war in- terest him? —— THAT PROSPERITY wave that’s sweeping toward the Pacific coast seems to be accompa- nied by some fog. BRAND WHITLOCK hae had a@ perfectly honorable and useful career, and yet they talk of running him for vice president. AS USUAL, Germany begine the “spring drive” business ahead of the other fellows. Dear Miss Grey: regret that | read in your columns a few evenings ago a let ter signed by “A. C. T.” berating im such strong language mission- aries and their work. vide the work ARY of not oples to whom they are sent. Pine a well-known fact that many tourists spend “years” In these heathen lands, filtting about from ‘one port city to another, getting a glimpse of the missionaries at work, often necessarily under en tirely different conditions than those under which the majority of missionaries live and work, and then those same tourists come home and publish abroad Just such widesweeping and extravagant statements as those signed by two recent contributors to your depart. ment of The Star. Regarding the matter of “serv- ants,” which are spoken of as “luxuries” indulged in by the mis sionaries. From personal knowl- » | KNOW POSITIVELY that/ with Orlental the majority of missionary homes a-brac, ably remain remained on Ings” of the are criticised sojourn In The Seattle Star Postoftice montha $1.9 My carrier, city, Ihe month C It was with; employ but three servants—a cook,;SIVE than to buy furnishings In a “table boy” and a mald—who di-| America and pay the high freight of the household. | rates on such to the Orient. They recelve a COMBINED SAL.| more month. They supply their own fuel and much-needed rest. ly exposing themselves to the In-| tense heat and the contagious dis. eases prevalent In the hot seasons rather than leave the work and the people to whom they are giving the best years of their lives. one gentleman and his wife who| without even one month's vacation “The beautiful From my years of | Far Eastern lands, | etc. Is far LESS EXPEN Published Dy My Th Publient nd-claae matter ve per month up te A Quarter for “5 Cents’ Worth” H OW would you make a child under- stand the value of five cents if he had never seen a coin smaller than a 25- cent piece? That's the curious problem that faces Uncle Sam's school teachers in the Upper Yukon district of Alaska. This one school district includes 100,000 square miles of territory and the greatest diffi- culty which it presents, according to the superintendent, George FE. Boulter, is that of teaching arithmetic to children who have never seen a l-cent, 5-cent, or l0-cent piece ’ “As there is no money in circulation in the interior of less denomination than 25 cents,” he says in his latest report to the bureau of education, “it is difficult to make the children understand the value of the smaller coins, On the other hand, any sum or number more than a few hundred is more or less meaning- less to them, In their daily life they do not think or deal in large figures. One thousand to them is about as intelligible as one trillion to the majority of white people.” The statement which appears incidental- ly in the superintendent's report, that no money smaller than 25-cent pieces is in general circulation in the interior Yukon country, brings home the fact that the great Alaska territory is still almost wholly frontiers—our last “wild West.” This is largely the result of isolation and lack of transportation facilities With the coming of “the railroad,” these primi tive pioneer conditions will change, and our last wild West will be tamed school Mean, if Not a Murderer OLLEGE mates of young Orpet, University of Wisconsin student charged with murder of Marian Lambert, testify that Orpet had a “peculiar fasci- nation” for young girls and that he fre- quently boasted of his conquests, and that, upon at least one occasion, he laid a wager that he could do certain things with a particular young girl, which wager he won We are disposed to let the courts pass upon the question of Orpet’s guilt or innocence of the murder. Yet, we are prone to remark, that upon the testimony of his own school mates, young Orpet is a snob of the worst kind. A man who habitually poses as a “heart smasher” is a detestable thing, but the one who boasts about it in in- dividual instances is considerably worse than detestable Young girls would do well to fight shy -of youths with a “peculiar fascination” for them. It often leads to death and dishonor; almost always so, if accom- panied by the other Orpet character- istics we mention Guuthin, Grov Well.read and broad-minded men than $10 ajand women, who have carefully studied the histories of heathen f, toc, have traveled extensively and light and BOARD THEM.|iands during the past 50 years, are im the Far Eastern countries, have SELVES. C honestly be| ABSOLUTELY CONVINCED that fad occasion to spend much time considered “expensive |the wonderful awakening which im the Interior districts, where | luxury”? has come to those lands, epiritual-| could watch at close range the mis The mission boards grant to|ly, intellectually and commercially slonaries, their modes of living and each missionary family one|is due to CHRISTIANITY. And their methods of work in behalf of month's vacation In the summer Chri nity could not have reach time, that they may go to the sea-|ed those countries without the side or mountains for well-earned | splendid, consclentioue, seif-sacri- Yet | have /ficing years of service given by| known hundreds of them to prefer.|the minsionaries, who have been thelr posts of duty|sent forth as representat! of In the far Interior stations, wililng-|the people In Christian lands, The majority of the missionaries are |college-bred men and women of high Intellectual attainments, and many of them have refused big sal aries and positions of high honor In their home lands to accept the pittance paid 1 recall by the mission duty for 16 year®| boards. Not only have they estab- lished everywhere — chure Interior furnish-| schools and hospitals, but In every missionaries’ homes|heathen country to which they have gone, they have established and are successfully operating to KNOW that to furnish the houses day Institutions for the blind, for rugs, curtains, bric-| the deaf and dumb, and leper col- Jones, where unfortunates YOUR BOY Should Have One of These Specially Priced Suits Mostly medium weight fabrics in Norfolk and Double-breasted styles; some with two pairs of pants. Ages 6 to 18. 4 Regular $4.00, special. . .$3.00 a Regular $5.00, special. . .$3.75 q Regular $6.00, special. . $4.50 Regular $7.50, cial. . .$5.65 Regular $8.50, special. . $6.40 Regular $10.00, special. .$7.50 Prices, too. All Men’s and Young Men’s Suits at Reduc W.H. FISHER, MGR. —|are tenderly cared for, their lives | made happy and healthy, and they are given hope for the life here- after. J. M. BEEMAN, Dear Miss Grey: This to him who |signe himself “Bungalow.” After giving your case serous thought, | arrive at the conclusion |that there Is nobody home at the bungalow. You make me laugh when my lip Is cracked. What you need In a wife of the clinging vine variety. You should have remained at the Islande and married a native, Forget the confidence stuff. if you love the girl, marry her—don't healtate when you can tango, The big Idea Is this: The American girl has grown tired of being a slave to bewhiskered conventions, Mak- Ing her money honestly, she pro claime the right to spend It as she chooses “HOUSE-BOAT.” Q—! am a girl 15 years old and When | attend dances, many young men ask to see me home. Do you think it would be all right, to allow one of CELIA, A.—In {t posable that you go to the dances alone? No girl of 16 od todo this. A girl er would not think of doing am very fond of dancing. them to bring me home? should be all much 0 #0. So stay home from the dances inless your father or mother goes with you or puts you in the care of in older person. Then you will not the question of escort to decide, i gout of Washington; STAR—FRIDAY, MARCH 3, 1916. This Is a part of a book sized, popular novel being run complete this week in this newspaper, Others are to follow from week to week, beginning each Monday and ending each Saturday, A COMPLETE NOVEL EVERY WEEK! If you want back copies of the paper, or If you are not a regular eub- scriber and wish to take ad- vantage of this feature, call thie paper's clroulation de- partment. | (Continued from Our Last Issue) TNDOME met the sec: appointment at 110% | following morning, him the whole story, The chief liste: terest—but without comment, the end he said “1 quite agree with you that this ia a matter to be taken up with the French embassy, It so happens that the ambassador ts to be here fn five minutes, You may remain and tell him so much of the story as you neo fit, Until his govern ment authortzes him to proceed, I do not think It necessary to din close the locality of the jowels, In other words, relate sufficient for him to report to Paris that there seema to be an excellent chance to recover thetr miss! crown jow- els.” He touched a button. “Announce the French ambassador the moment ho arrives,” he directed “Hoe ts waiting, sir,” sald the man and bowed the nervous little Frenchman tnto the room. “Your exceliency,” sald the secre tary, when the greetings were over, “Mr. Vendome has just mado a verbal report on a matter that wll I feel sure, interest you exceeding ly, I have asked him to remain so that he may repeat tt to you." “I ehall be most giad, indeed, to hear {t,” the ambassador answered, turning to Vendome. “Some little time ago,” sald Ven dome, “I heard a talo purporting tc vo the locality where the crown Jowels of France—stolen, I believe, during the Revolution”—and the ambassador sat forward on his chair—"are hidden, I thought noth ing of it then--more than that !t was an entertaining tale. It wa the effect that. during the French Revolution a Frenchman came to America and tled here The name of the place and the stat were given—they are, I beg your excellency’s pardon, not matertal at present. On this place, the tale went, the jewels were buried tn a cave. Specific directions were xiven how to find the cave: Ninety and told with great tn- At feet from the rear of the house was| & large tree; 153 feet northwest of the tree was a depression in the turt; tn the center of the depres sion, at a depth of aix feet, was a large stone, concealing the entran to the cave; after 40 feet the cave aank abruptly to a new level, 76 feet across and 12 feet deep, This new level was entirely filled by a subterranean stream; the jewels were hidden tn a rocky recess In the further xk, about 10 feet under water. Such were the main f ros of the story Now for the facts in confirma tion. Some days iater at a friend's house I chanced to relate the and gave the name of the pl My host Knew of such a place, abandoned for generations, with a [stone house upon ft. It was in a |remote section, The next day wo |went there, without an idea, how ever, that anything but a pleasant ride would come of ft. We found the place; 90 feet from the rear of the house we found the giant tree; 163 feet northwest there w 0 de pression !n the turf, t dug and found the stone; under It was! ™ cave—and the subterranean stream—and on the floor, midway between the entrance and the stream, were two skeleto: each with a bullet hole In the sk and the bullet Inside. There bones we ted to the stream; but tn Just beside them wa and and he drew ont the ® ar a 4 it to the ambassador The Frenchman fairly ju at ft “The Red Emerald!” he cried He examined it closely—and handed It back “It 1s marvelous! Simply marvel ous!” he exclaimed. They were speaking in French “Here in America are found the lost crown jewels!” | “They are not found yet,” Ven |dome remarked | “Not yet—but they are as good as lfound. You went no further, I pre |sume—the stream blocked you?” “It did--we went no further.” “Who else knows of this matter, may I ask?” “Four others were with us. may be relied on absolutely.” “Ot course, sir,” said the ambas- |aador. “It 1s marvelous; truly mar |velous! Thank you, on behalf of my government, for your great courtesy tn disclosing the matter tc me—until France can honor you more fittingly. I assume, sir, that the locality will be disclosed when | recetve the formal authority to | proceed?” “Exactly. I have already dis closed it to the recretary of state as it 1s npt my secret alone, I do not feel at Iberty to do more until your government, as a government {8 prepared to push the invest tion to a finish, If it so happen that It does not wish to do so, then I, as a private individual, freed of any obligation by soa of be {ng connected with the diplomatic service, am at Iberty to act on or They my own responsibility.” “Undoubtedly, sir!” the ambas: fador exclaimed “T will cable fully the facta to Parts this afternoon, and will ap prise you of the reply as soon as it Is recetved.” Vendome arone—shook hands with both the secretary and am bassador, and went up to the club for luncheon | CHAP R X The Pinch of the Matter The engine on Vendome's train blew out a cylinder-head an hour as a@ conse nearly two hours at Tarrington quence, It was late in arriving Blake also was the car; and during the watt this mishap en |talled, he took advant of an ad joining chatr betng temporarily un occupied to saunter forward and in ory, | PAGE 4 TH take possession. olng back to Rosemont?” he inquired | “Yes,” said Vendome, glancing up from his magazine. aceldent!" Blake} “Stupid, thin “No telling when we | continu shall get awn | “Naturally,” pald Vendome, dryly. Biake looked at the other shrewdly a moment. “Queer thing about the hidden cave on the deserted farm, and the—jowels,” he remarked. “Not at ” Vendome replied |“Ioverything is regular and tn or la You found the jewels, then?” ‘We did not wish to find them.” hen why, may I ask, did you go to that remote and deserted place, seek out the cave, and enter?" “To verify a story,” Vendome re sponded. He was aiming to find out just what and how much Blake knew, “And ft waa verified?” “In part.” “Not entirely?” No “You tatend to proceed with the verification?” “Perbape “'Perhaps'!” Blake repeated “They must be a valuable lot of Jowpls!" Vendome amiled = itnwardly—at; loast, Hiake waa not aware of the character of the gems. “You wouldn't like to take me adoard—let me in on your find? Blake asked “It fen't my find, nor my secret,” Vendome said. “We are only agents for another in the Investi-| gation.” It was now Blake's turn to smile. “I should try not to be objec | tionable,” he sald. “Moreover, It's! |no longer @ secret from me, you! |know—and one more will not be/| too many.” ] “I haven't the least discretion tn the matter, Mr. Blake,” returned Vendome pleasantly, “We cannot |take you {n. However, that doe not hinder you from adventuring | on your own’ account.” “1 think I shall give you a toss! |for tt.” | “That {s your dome shrugred | “You haven't any title to the!| property—the title ts lost—at least, there isn't a record of any one owning It. Consequently the Jew els belong to him who finds them Wo shall see who finds them, Mr Vendome.” | “It will be very interesting!” Vendome laughed, and resumed his reading. Blake giared at him a moment; then got up and sauntered away. oe | privilege,” Ven } . Dinner was almost over, when Vendome got to Rosemont | “Come right tn, Orme!” Mrs} | Singleton called, as he crossed’ the) hall. “Don't stop to change. Car. ter rang up the station, but they) didn't know anything, of course.” “Which ten't strange,” said Sin- fleton. “They never know any- thing, when there has been any sort of an accident.” What did you do, Orme—what 414 you do?” Betty demanded. “Let the man get something to} !” laughed her husband. | He can tell us while he's being! served, You want to know, too, don't you, Natalie?” | It's not in the least difficult to} | tell,” said Vendome, carefully flour: | | Ishing the salt spoon over bis soup.) | “1 did as your husband suggested, | Betty: turned the matter over to} the French ambansador—the secre-| tary of state concurring.” | “What 1 the ambassador to do, | Mr. Verdor asked Natalie, | “Report the Scotawoman's tale,| | with the facts as verified, to bis |fovernment, and await instruc-| | tions.” ! | “Which may mean anything—a | week—-a month—a year.” | “The ambassador will cable at) once, and advise me of the answer) Instantly.” “And what will Mr, Blake do— consult us before acting?” #8 laughed. | | it won't make much difference | what Blake does,” sald Singleton.| | "He doesn't know anything, and,| even if he does, ho can't get the Jewels | “He was tn the train comfng} down this afternoon, We had a talk; he wanted in on the hunt, and| I took the opportunity to ascertain! | casually what he knew. He doesn’t | know anything,” sald Orme. | “If you don’t mind,” said Single-| ton, “tell us Just what your cony sation was with Blake. © *° *% So!" when Vendome had finished.| “T think we're in for trouble with! Mr. Blake—I mean, that is, that| he will try for the Jewels, and make| {t as embarrassing as he can for! you, You see, he struck the crux of the matter when he mentioned | the title to Land’s End. He has as much right there as we have, and| he knows it. Evidently he consult | ed counsel, I had my attorney look up the title, and so far as the ree. ords show it {s still in the marquis There appears never to have been| & tax sale, nor any adverse pro ceedings affecting it. The question 1s, who are the right heirs of De} Chaventa!” If they can't be found) after due advertisement and var fous cumbersome proceedings, | which the lawyers may understand | but no one else of mortals, the courts will escheat—notice my very| technical language, please—tt to] the state “I fall to see how that would tm prove matters,” observed Vendome. "It wouldn't; {t would compl! cate them, So, with the state out of It, and De Chavenis’ heirs un-| known for a hundred years, pos-| sibly non-existent, Land's End be. longs to no one; the Jewels are hi who finds them, The Fre KOV ernment hasn't the least standing till the Jewels found and {den-| tified “How much standing has tt then?” Natalle said | "I don't know!" — Singleton langhed, “No one knows, 1 fancy, | until the supreme court of the United States has made the Jast| guess—which, because it ia the last guess, must needs be right.” “Did you consult an engineer?” Natalie asked Vendome. 1 hadn't time—furthermore, 1 thought {t unnecessary, There| Jen't any haste, as I look at it. The French government has the first chance—aside from our friend Blake, of course. If it decline, thea we get our chance—which NEXT WEEK, “THE RANCH AT THE WOLVERINE”. | other E RED EMERALD Written by John Reed Scott—Copyright, 1914, by John Reed Boott chance at France will fen't a very glowing present, I should say certainly accept.” "And in the meantime,” said Netty, “while France 1s making up| her mind tn the matter, would {It be amiss to put a guard over the cave-—so aa to shoo off Blake, if he comes around?” “I'm for letting Blake try his hand, {f he desires,” said Single ton. “Having no knowledge of the actual hiding place, what can he accomplish—except to make self ridiculous?” “You forget, Betty, that I told him he was welcome to adventure on his own account,” Vendome re marked, “Let him-—he won't find the Jewels, I'll wager a hundred to one on It.” “Hundred to one shots are pro verbially dangerous,” Hetty shrug ged. “However, you and Carter for it, Natalie and I have done our ® can do no more, dear * kissing her hand to the picture on the dining room wall “We are your friends, but wo are only women and so helpless.” CHAPTER XL Under the Wall Biake was enraged at Vendome. “D—n him!" be muttered as he watched Vendome’s trap whirl away from the station. up to Land’s End, and try my hand at the jewel hunt.” So, shortly after ® o'clock the next morning he mounted a big bay hunter, and, a bit crafty, circling around #0 af to avold passing Rose mont, he had regained the pike a few miles farther on. Some hours later, on nearing Springberry Farm, he made another detour, to avoid that place, and approached Land's End from the river. “It doesn't make any particular @ifference about Willlama,” he re lected, “but It will be just ae well not to have him spying around. He struck me as being entirely too of fictous.” As Blake came out from the tim ber Into the open space before the house, Ben was sunning himself at his cabin door, swaying his body back and forth tn unison with the chant of a negro folksong—monot onous and minor, yet distinctly wweet. | Hin frequent rides by had made him familiar figure to the black squatters, and Ben hastily s>ram bled up and pulled off his battered hat, “Mornin’, Marster!” he greeted. “Good morning,” said Blake. “Any ass, seh! yass, seh! even de "s nurver bin tek’n away.” “Sure yqu haven't been invest! wating?” Ben rolled his “No, seh! no, re! seh; shu’ o' hit.” “Well, come along over and help me with the stone,” Blake, producing a half-doliar. It was more money than the negro had seen fn a year; his face brightened eagerly, and bis hand went out greedily a kee, seh!—de Lawd bless seh!” yen protestingly. Tee shu’ o° hit, you. Blake dismounted and was tring his horse when he suddenly remem- bered that by Singleton’s express direction the stone had not been re placed on the entrance. “Who put back the stone?” he inquired sharply, “Yass, seh!” said Ben, “Yass, |seh! Marster Singleton and de nudders cum back to de cave arfter you lef, and when dey cum out again, dey put back de stone.” “I'm a driveling idiot!" Blake muttered. “Of course! They came back. and continued the search—and found the Jewels. Gad! what a bonehead I am! * * © How. ever, I'm here now, so I'll have a look around.” He helped the negro refiove the shot an electric torch into OUR CHAIN OF OVER bim-| “I'm going| one here since we left the). a | | the cave—and climbed down. Firet he would see !f they had jleft any trace, and he turned the |Iight slowly around the cave. * © © The skeletons were gone but there was not anything under them! stirring the dust with his foot.—-No — nothing! Yet why should they have disturbed a few bones? © © © Did they bury | them tn the stream, or did they take them away to prove something | by them? ° ©¢ Well, he was hunting Jewels, not bones, so it did not matter, He went carefully over every inch of the floor, the sides, the | roof; searching fn vain for evidence | that something had been removed He came to the stream, and flashed , the rays across it. In the intense | blackness, the light, glittering on the water as fn a mirror, was re- flected to the opposite wall. Slowly he ran the torch up and down it— not knowing what he sought, yet seeking—and not knowing how he would reach the wall, even tho he were to see the jewels lying there ready for his taking. © * ° Then suddenly the ight stopped— ma equare of stone, possibly two or three feet {mn height, of a differ ent color from the surrounding rock, and with {ts edges well defined by the contrast “Now, what ts that?” he muttered —and his voice sounded hollow tn the subterranean stillness, It looked as !f hole ent fn the rock, and filled in, or feced, with stones of another kind or was it but the same kind show- ing at another angle. Queer!— Queer!—He had no means to cross —and even if he had, he should hes- tate with that current! Lord, how 100 STORES BUY Yes, 1 Owe Te BILL pur ‘L REFUSE To Pay IT had been} Start It Today all the i Restdeo other goo t ot THEN TLC TAK® (T CUT OF Your HIDE iff it swirled out of sight! would A boat be sucked under the rock like @ match, He ran his torch over the rest of the wall, found nothing, and came back to the queer square. “If I had a rifle,” he reflected, “T would see what that thing is made of. I wonder if——” He drew a large revolver from a shoulder holster. It was too far, he imagined, but he would try a few shots anyway. Maybe he could blunder into a hit. He was an expert in his handling, apparently, for he fired with his finger along the barrel, quick as a fash and seemingly without taking alm. At the first shot, which crashed thru the cave like thunder, and | burst from the opening with fright- | ful suddenness and force, the negro let out a yell and fied in terror for the cover of the trees, “Jove!” said Blake. “That is some noise! We'll turn the bal- ance loose quickly and get {t over. | It's good I'm using smokeless pow- der.” Crack! “Missed it!” Crack! “Missed!” Crack! “Never touched {t! | last.” Crack! “Missed, by the——" The sentence was never finished. |Loosened by the concussions, huge piece of rock slipped from its place directly over Blake's head, and striking him at an angle, jerushed his skull like paper and jdrove his body into the stream, which swept it swiftly under the [wall and away. (Concluded in our next Issue.) Now for the IN QUANTITIES AND SELL FOR LESS, A Wealth of Beauty in Our Spring Style Showing Here, every day is Opening Day and it’s our pleasure to show you the most varied and beautiful assemblage of authentic styles in Women’s and Misses’ Spring Suits and Coats We particularly urge tion of your Suit or ¢ you to make an early selec- oat now. Not only on ac- count of the unbroken sizes, but due to the com- pleteness of stock both as to materials and colors. 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