The Seattle Star Newspaper, March 31, 1916, Page 4

McGrath no doubt gave a full ac- count of himself. According agents in Seattle, Will Postoffice Humphrey is mentioned Solid Th THE FIRST SHOT e Seattle Star Jered at Reattla, Wesh., Postettice as second-class matter By mail, out of city, ene year, 01.60; 6 mo: By oarrier, city, Now Jones Tries to Explain ONES Explains Vote on Armor. This is the caption over a story | from the national capital published in a local newspaper which has always been ' friendly to Sen. ones. Jones explains A t. In line with the preparedness rtisan lines. He voted for it. lones voted against it. Jones seeks refuge in words where he failed in deed. issue was at stake. A conceded _ fact was the extortionate price demanded by the armor plate trust of the govern- men! ess program ‘and as part of it was Sen. Tillman's bill to appropriate $11,000,000 for a govern- ment-owned armor plant. When it became apparent that the sen- ate committee overwhelmingly favored | this means of eliminating “pork” from representatives of the armor plate manufacturers offered to come thru _ with a heavy reduction on the old price. It was an administration measure, but when the bill came wu final vote, Sen. Poindexter of this state was big and broad enough to eliminate in the senate for ha, $1.00) B80 per month up to @ mon © month Immediately after its passage in the senate, the armor plate men rushed to the house and there offered to make an even greater reduction in the price of armor plate than they had offered the senate committee. And now comes Sen. Jones with his “explanation.” “T have had considerable trouble,” he says, “in making up my mind as to how I ought to vote on this bill.” And then, with a woeful attempt to ignore fact with verbosity, Jones “ex- plains”: i “It is not shown—at least not to my satisfaction—that the price charged the government is exorbitant.” Sen. Jones’ vote was sad enough. His “explanation,” summing up the attituda of “pork at any price,” is pitiful. * It is the price this state must pay for a peanut politician of pork-barrel-mileage- grabbing training. THE BOYS of the Fort Worth, Tex. high echoo!l refused te march in the William Jennings Bryan parade, the other day. Cramming the peace-at-any-price theory down the throate of those Texans Is about as tough a job as W. J. ever tackled, we reckon, Sen. EV TRUE SAYS: BREVITY She wore a dress, I laughed at it— For brevity’s The soul of wit. —Wisconsin Awk. to one of his pre You" in $4, $5, $6 A very choice assortment of new styles for boys, ages 6 to 18. Fancy mixtures in gray and brown—garments that are strongly put together. Other Suits for boys 2%4 to 10 years old, $3.50 up. See our beautiful line of Spring Hats for boys of every age. Wash Suits now on dis- play. FIRST G COWMBIA After reading the second article jot our fellow scribe, E. A. Peters |of Tacoma, on his | rience, we are impressed with the| lecture: tour. our bathing Humphrey's vitingly. pretty soon. | “Overalls” tn five parts is offered | at the Colonial theatre for the bal- ance of the week. Some folks do |certainly rip their clothes some | thing awful. the the chamber’s taxation bureau has South as republican timber | no yellow streak. While the Renick | Boys’ Two-Pants Suits Is It an admis-|law may be stripped of Bone well mains its friend. Funny nobody expe | thought of stent: it the same. ems to ha up Villa for He's getting plen prison pond splashing tn- Boys, we're off for a ewim) got to admit that at last © programa day and of @ week ago Mond combined. The followin were ¢ a: City of Robinaon Crusoe’ and, the pre a nd the South Americ h. There are lots of dogs on t bench, and we're not afraid of co tempt of court in saying so. Y: can find ‘em at the canine sho at First and Seneca. The U. of W. figures baseball a major sport. ¥ anything on Ty Cobb. MOTHER GIVES TEN SONS TO COUNTR OTTAWA, Ont., March 21 When Ebert Hibbert joined the 156th battalion here recently, he followed nine brothers to the W.H.FISHER. MGR, | firing line. Seven Hibberts fought at Mons, Two won fame at Ypres, 5 me {-MOST ANYTHING = | for vice president. sion that he's s dead one? as substance, the bureau re-| subjec ian Diego, board of control we've never heard that either Ma- Jor Hanson or Major Blethen had Wileparere A Novel a Week A etendaré, bigh-ctacs, beok- | stae mevel, complete this week tm ie pel Madame Tissot had now reached {the door and, thrusting her hand behind her, grasped the knob and threw ft open “La Rue-—Help! Holp!* she called loudly. Her con | federate rushed tn, knife in hand | Gtrard covered him with the re | Volver, “La Rue, my friend,” he | sald quietly, “if you value your fe, so back.” | “Kill him, Gaston, kfll him!” erted the woman, her voice shrill with anger, Gtrard stil] covered him with the weapon, “La Rue, laten to me,” he continued fn an even voice, “I've heard all about Laroche whom you murdered--you and this woman here, I know what you propos to do here tonight, I've got thé drop on you, my friend, so don't make any mistakes.” “Call the othe: cried Madame Tissot, running toward the door which led to the “Gorton! | Linette!" she screamed in @ terri fled voice, Girard turned to her quickly ‘ako care, madame,” he warned Don't go to that door, If you call any one, you will bitterly regret it At this moment the house is sur rounded by the police.” “The police!” The woman ped Instantly, trembling wit |"Then—you are a detective fot at all,” he said, laughing | “It is me they are after, You had | better do as I tell you ff you want to save your skins.” La Roe passed bis hand across his forehead in terror and turned toward the bedroom. jyou want us to dot” inquired | Madame Tissot hoarsely, as she fol- lowed him. “Go tn there.” | | | top ear. Gtrard waved hi revolver toward the door, “Don come out until I call you, I must speak with this lady.” He indicated Grace, | Madame Tissot and her compan: jfon went slowly into the adjoin. |ing room. rard turned toward |Grace, “Mademoiselie'” he ex- \claimed gently, “I shall detain you but a moment. Last night I took jone million france from the house jot your uncle, the Count D'Este. |Do you know why I took the | money?” II do sot quite understand,” she sald “I took It for you,” he remarked | with a grave smile. He thrust bis band into a pocket and, drawing out the envelope con- aining the million franca, offered it to her, “H it te" She took the envelope from his outstretched hand, and looked at it helplessly. “But—what shall I do with it?” she exclaimed, looking sudden fear. “Ob ‘e only here!” will come, mademotselie. He bas traced me here, and | should not be surprised to seo him enter at any moment When he arrives, I would suggest that you place the money in bis care, the girl in surprine, “Only that he is trying bis best |to arrest me,” seid Girard with o lqutet laugh. “I knew that I must ‘see you—I learned that you were coming here tonight, and therefore {1 arranged to meet you he nd the money over to you. There no other way, I am glad to know that I arrived tn time to save lyou from-—" He glanced down at |the floor where lay the broken f. “The wine was drugred That |scoundrel, the count’s nephew, in |tended to forsee you into a mar riage with him. Tomorrow you would have waked in his rooms.” “Oh!” The girl aank into a chatr jand buried her face in her hands. ‘How can I ever thank you?” He came up to ber, and placed his hand gently upon her shoulder “There—there!" he sald. ery, It's all over no ve RACE put the envelope Inside a her coat and held out her | ty hand to him with a bright fact that he had a bath this year. | of practice on the one-night stands, |smile, “Then, I thank you with all my heart, Monsieur Girard,” she The balmy alr « proacheth. The can ick Ab ——-----@ | sald. “Good-by.” sparrows are singing in the tree | ch VIEWED BY “I'm afraid you can't go yet,” he Col. Roosevelt's private secretary, Poning” We'll soon be eating Faster|, LIEUT. GRANT, said quickly th, is spending 30 days sand taking our canes out for a| © “But why?” getting into a saloon walk. We f springy feeling. | | “You forget the detectives. Fur- brawi. While details are lacking, £00", 't1! ze |thermore, your uncle, the count, ts with them, and I have no doubt he is trying his best to think up some plausible explanation of your pres- ence here tonight. He only learned hat I was to be here a short time 0, otherwise he would never have let you come.” “But—what shall I say to the pre fect?” | “Tell him the truth, mademot- 1 will confirm everything you say.” Girard went toward the door at the rear as they heard someone approaching in the hall. “I think I hear that charming young man, Monsieur Emile D'Este, approach ing. When he knoe! will you OUCH! LAME BACK RUB LUMBAGO OR BACKACHE AWAY Rub Pain Right Out With Small Trial Bottle of Old “St. Jacobs Oil” at an he on- ‘ou swlaidneys cause Backache? They have no No! nerves, therefore cannot cause pain, Listen! Your backache 1s caused by lumbago, sclatica or a strain, and the quick est relief 1s soothing, penetrating “St. Jagobs Ol” Rub it right on your ‘painful back, and instantly the soreness, stiffness and lame- ness disappear, Don't stay crip. pled! Get a small trial bottle of “St. Jacobs O1l" from your drug: gist and Iimber up. A moment aft- er it 1s applied you'll wonder what became of the backache or lum- bago pain, Rub old, honest “St. Jacob's O11" whenever you have sciatica, neu- ralgia, rheumatism or sprains, as it is absolutely harmless and doesn't burn the skin, et Y STAR—FRIDAY, MARCH 31, 1916. PAGE 4. “What do} Girard smiled her kindly. “He “You know him, then?” inquired | get the “Don't) ¢ kindly tell him to come tn?” The girl nodded and almort tm mediately there came a rapping! upon the door, “Come tn!" cried Grace. Emile stepped quickly Into the! |room and looked about him, evt-| dently expecting to find Miss Bilt eott unconscious In Madame Tis-| sot's arms. “Where is Madame Tissot?” he demanded, looking at Grace, Then, | turning his gaze about the room in searth of his confederate, hin| fell upon Girard, “Who ta} Girard drew his revolver from his pocket, and began to toy with| it carelessly, “Victor Girard, my | frien he remarked agreeably “What ‘can I do for you?” | The young man was thoroly frighten He began to call loud ly for ansistance, He did not yet know of the presence of the police without Almost at once there were sounds of w body of men ascending th staircase, Emile showed bis sur-| | prise, but Gt ‘s next words tn-| formed him as to the identity of! the approaching party, “Ah! the) prefect and his men,” sald the lat-| ter, a8 be stepped back into the} doorway of the rear room and/ placed his hand upon the knob Emile grasped the #! fon at| once. He turned upon Girard and } shouted tn a loud voice: “I've got you, you thief. You stole this money from my uncle, and now you moet this girl here to turn it over to her, Help! Help! This | Gtrard thrust his revolver into his pocket and regarded the you: man with « cheerful smile, “! cellently acted, my friend should be on the stage.” He turned} “Mademolpelle, it Is time In a few seconds| fect of police and Monsieur will be her leave you tn | good bands. He stepped | into the rear room, cloning the door behind him just as the prefect and jhie party rushed tn from the pas sage CHAPTER VIII. Thru the Window Count D’ the course The capture of Gtrard, the next room, seemed now a mat-| ter of moments only. He turned to the prefect, pointing to Grace ac- jeusingly, “There—you see, Did I not tell you that she was here to t scoundrel?" him bravely. “It/ fen't true,” she cried, with scorn. | “This—gentieman—" she potnted! toward Emile, “got me to come here—" Her words were cut short by young D'Este. “She lies,” ho said. | “I found out that she was coming to this house to meet Girard and I therefore made ft a point to be! here myself in order to find out what she was up to. There ts no doubt that she came in order to money from him.” “She did,” suddenly cried Ma- dame Tissot, who had up to now bwen standing to one side of the) room with La Rue, “I saw them meet here—in this room.” Again Grace appealed to the pre- fect Monsteur, you must believe,” ahe cried. “This woman ts creature—she decoyed me tried to drug me—" “Oh—the shameless hussy!" tn-/ terrupted Madame Tissot tn a loud voice, “She came to my house ask | ing for this fellow, Girard.” “Indeed!” remarked the prefect) quickly, “And what was Girard doing here?” “A lodger, monsieur, on the floor above,” cried the woman with an/ air of virtuous resignation. “It ts) the only means I have to have a living. He told me this afternoon | | that a lady would come to call upon | him this evening and he asked for) | the use of my sitting room in order! | that M might recetve her properly I told him that he was welcome to! j tt, and that ts everything I know, monsteur.” | The words filled Grace Ellicott with a terrible fear, “All I ask is that you will send for Mr, Duvall,” she cried. “He knows why I came here.” The prefect drew out his watch and consulted {t with a frown. Strange!” he muttered to himself. “I wonder where Duvall can be. He was to have met us at 10 o'clock.” The door was suddenly opened from without and Richard Duvall stepped quietly into the room, clo ing the door behind him. His Pan ma hat was set Jauntily upon his head, “I am afraid that I am half a/ minute late,” he said, taking out his watch and consulting it. To Grace bis arrival seemed al- most providential. “Mr, Duvall!” she cried joyfully, then, overcome by her sudden relief at his appear. ance, sank {nto a chair and sobbed quietly. The count 41d not share her satie- faction. He glanced toward the door of the room, “Where ts Girard?” he Inquired with a sneer, “| thought you were going to ar. rest him within 24 hours,” “IT still have two hours more, count,” remarked Duvall, smiling “But they told me he was in that room,” exclaimed the prefect tn as tonishment, “He 1s," Duvall replied. “Tied up as tight as a drum.” He looked back toward the door, and laughed, “How did you get him?” the pre- fect asked, “Oh, I had no trouble at all. 1 followed him to his room above and watched, When he climbed down a rope to the window of the room in there,” he nodded over his shoul der, “I climbed after him. I saw | Moreau "| his men below. dericke—Copyright by Frank GNOWS” | ccsecssees eagerly, evidently hoping that, in spite of what he had aaid, he would somehow be able to extricate her from her difficulties “Oh, Mr. Duvall,” she erted, “they are all telling much Hes about me! They say | came here to meet this man, Girard, but you know that it in not true, They tried to drug me—to marry me to that—" She pointed unsteadily toward Emile. “Oh—tt’s all so terrible! She put out her hand and rested tt for a moment upon his arm. “You prom fred to help me, Mr, Duvall.” “1 belleve all that you way, Mi Ellicott, but Girard gave you package.” “Oh-—yeryea! Here it is.” She tore the package from her bosom and thrust {t into bis hands, Take it—take it, You are all against me.” He took the envelope from her without paying the least attention to her reproachful looks or the bit terness of her vol “Here, chief,” he said quietly, “you had better take care of this.” The prefect took the money and y placed {t carefully tn his pocket “You are ri "he sald, then glanced at D'Bate. “The money will be quite safe in my hands, mon sieur.” “Sacre dieu!” eried the count, unable to bide his chagrin. “An outrage!" Lefevre paid no atten tion to his complaints, but, turning to one of bis men, nodded, and then looked toward Grace. “Place the girl under arrest,” he sald, and the man moved forward “Vernet— bring out the prisoner.’ They rted toward the door, but Duvall at once stepped forward and intercepted them. “He may You| prove dangerous, chief,” he said.) drawing bie revolver. “Have your men guard the door to the hall rll get him.” He went to the door of the room and pushed {t cautious ly open. Duvall stepped across the three hold. “Girard, my man, you're wanted,” ho said in a loud voice, * he disappeared into the shadow. Lat me take that strap off your “they heard him continue, i then suddenly he gave a cry of No, you don't! Look out there! Help! Help!” Its startled voice caused Lefevre to rush at once to As pproached sounds of a short, fierce 5 toxether with the report of a pistol, followed by a terrific crash. Pnter ing the room, he aaw a dark form turn toward him from the window and realized an he glanced at the battered sash that either Duval! or the prisoner had been thrown thru the window. A heavily bullt figure dashed past him, only to be seized In the door. way by the two men who had alarm. It was Victor Girard. The prefect at once went to the broken window and, calling to his men on éuty below, directed them to make an Instant examination of the dark waters of the river, be neath which his assistant now lay. Then he turned and once more went {nto the front room. “You scoundrel!” he eried, go- ing up to Girard, trembling with anger. “You'll go to the guillo- tine for this.” He ordered his men ed impatiently for the report from In a few moments a& gendarme rushed into the room, carrying tn his hand the Panama hi which Duvall had worn. It « dripping with water, you find him?" demanded the pre- fect quickly “Alas, no,” replied the man. You saw him “You were below? fant” “Yes, monsieur. In the dark- we could not tell who ft was. body sank at once. On the surface, we found this.” He held up the dripping hat r Lefevre turned fatious- the prisoner, “Victor ly upon | Girard” he cried, “I arrest you for the murder of my assistant, ard Duvall!” Rich- CHAPTER X, Justice at Last On arriving at bis desk next morning, the prefect of police dis. pored of the routine matters and then, ringing a bell, summoned Ver. net to his presence, “Is there any news of Monsteur Duvall?” was the prefect’s first question. ‘None, monsteur. seing the river.” as Monsieur the Count D'Este arrived?” “Yes, They are still monsieur, He and his nephew are waiting oytside.” “And the woman, Rue?” issot, and La waiting, mon- “Yes, monsiew Vernet came up to his superior hesitatingly. “This man, Victor Gerard,” he said, “insiata that he be allowed to speak to you alone. He claims to have some news about Monsieur Duvall.” “Duvall?” Monsieur Lefevre was greatly surprised. “Very well Bring him in.” The man left the room at once and in a few moments returned, ac- companied by Girard. The prefect latter approached him, “Well, Girard,” he said slowly, turning to the prisoner, “What can I do for yout” “IT have news of Monsteur Du- vall,” began the man. “He {s alive.” The prefect sprang from his chair, Is what you say true? Speak!" “Yes, monsieur, Richard Duvall will appear in this room within half an hour.” him come !n here and meet Miss Ellicott, When he came back [| Just choked him a bit and tied him | up-that's all.” | “Then, if you were in that room, | you must have overheard the inter. | view between Girard and this young lady.” Tho prefect pointed to- | ward Grace. Duvall nodded slowly. he said “Did Girard say anything to her regarding the money which he took from the house of Monsleur the Count D'Este?" “Yes.” Duvall's reply to this question was made with the utmost cheerfulness, “He gave her a pack a y, “I did,” ' to him Grace rose and turned “You speak very positively. In what way did you come by this in- formation?” That I cannot tell you-~now,” replied Girard quietly. “But tn ‘a short time you will understand everything.” The prefect began to walk up and down the room, his head bent, in deep thought “You admit that you stole one million francs?” inquired, “Yes, monsieur, The money be. longed to Miss Elifcott and it was for that reason that I returned it to her last night, She was entirely free from any guilt in the matter. The Count D'Este had defrauded his niece of the money and | under. the he suddenly rushed forward from the other door. | to handcuff the prisoner and walt-| “Did | looked up from his desk as the| other good | give cock that rascal!” he pointed to Emile, You mean to then that mon The latter jumped up excitedly, tleur the count ts guilty?’ “Am 1 then to be insulted?” he de Yes, monsteur, He ts one of | manded. |the greatest scoundrels in Paris.” “Cate Soureett, | “It will require more than your took to get It back for her,” | words, my man, to make me believe | Dretect sald | Agregg der went on to the org : ; “The Count D’ stole! ,, Girard ahr nged his shoulders.| rom this girl property left by her ‘One thing more, monsieur the pre aunt, to the value of over one mil. — fe: “Well, what ts 1t?”* Girard glanced toward the door lateur,” he sald, “where that door | —— proceed,” ordered the pre meet ter ‘ “The girl knew this,” went om | gece ®, ny Private office,” the pre |cirarg, “The count feared that she fect replied A ¢| would make trouble and proposed Hrard gave an exclamation of) +, veep her quiet by marrying her satisfaction, “After you have coo |i, nig nephew, She refused to con- lion francs" “A Me!” eried the count, spring ing to his feet. cluded your examination of me, |00.t'to tis, whereupon he arranged |monsleur,” he sald earnestly, “will | [') ‘tiiy woman—" he pointed to | You be ko good ax to have me taken | Sedame Tissot “to have the girl into that room?” me to her place and there érug “What for?” The prefect’s tone | he ‘and perform a marriage cere | | was not encouraging. | “Believe me, monsieur, I have a |most excellent reason for my re quest. 1 will, of course, be In the custody of one of your men. Un der the circumstances I shall be | quite harmless.” He laughed care: lessly, and the prefect could not |help @ feeling of wonder that a man of fo pleasant and agreeable a personality should be found among the ranks of criminals. “Very well,” he eald, apparently much mystified; “altho I confess | do not quite see the reason for your request.” There was a knock upon the door and a moment later {t was opened | by Vernet, who ushered in the Count D'Este and his nephew, fol- llowed by Madame Tissot and la |Rue, Immediately behind them came Grace Ellicott in charge of a gendarme. She was much dis tressed, and her pale cheeks and heavy eyes proclaimed clearly that she had spent a sleepless night. The prefect was greatly touched at What a lie!” pro om de Dieu! 4 tested the woman. The prefect again demanded silence. “Have you no one, Miss Ellicott, to confirm what you say, except this prisoner?” “No one,” she half-sobbed, “ex cept—except Mr. Duvall.” “Hub! A dead man!” exclaimed the count, with a scornful laugh, ia which Madame Tissot joined. “Vernet, remove the prisoner,” fd the prefect, nodding to his as- sistant. “This way—into my pri- vate room.” In a moment the two had passed into the adjoining room and the door had closed behind them. (Concluded In Our Next Issue) CREAM FOR CATARRH OPENS UP NOSTRILS ba mp oe Tells How To Get Quick Relief “My 4 Minn Elifecott.” he sald, |“you must not be frightened. No from Head-Colds It's8plendid! one is going to suffer here who is) }not guilty.” He led her to a chair) In one minute your clogged |at the rear of his desk. trils will open, th “Miss Ellicott,” he continued Nias treaty. No more haw! kindly, “when the unfortunate oo- | >re . - currence to Monsteur Duvall inter. | #8uffling, blowing, headache, rupted us last night you had called |2ess. 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