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Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-01-15
DISCUSSED CHARITY.

Two Lovers Had Little Else to Occupy
Their Enthusiastically Both Were a
Unit aud Actions Spoke Louder Than
Words
Didn't you feel me nudge, Jack?"
'nather. I'd no idea your elbow was
so bony, Cts. Perhaps some other way
of showing your affection would"
You know it wasn't that" said she,
Indignantly. 1 had just given two
pence to the lame man at the corner
of the square, and Cts doesn't like
him.
Then I'm afraid it was an inexcus-
able liberty"
"Indiscriminate charity is merely a
form of lazy self-indulgence." or
course she was quoting from some
thing, but I'm hanged if I know what.
1T wasn't indiscriminate. The poor
beggar has lost leg and can't do any
proper work. He's a very sensible,
decent fellow, too. l often talk to
him"
He's a very bad man, anyhow. l
hope you won't give him any more"
Poor wretch. What's his offense?"
"He has a wife"
That's pretty bad, certainly"
"You haven't"
But I shall have" She tossed her
head and tried to keep from smiling.
Not if you interrupt me in that rude
way. No one else would have you. 1
was saying you haven't any idea how
he treats her."
"Well?"
"He beats herewith his wooden
Leg"
She smiled a little about the cor
ners of the mouth. l smiled, and then
she smiled a little more, and laugh
ed outright.
"You ought to be ashamed of your
self" said she, with a vicious dig Of
that bony elbow. No one was about
just then.
aren't you glad that haven't a
wooden leg, Cis?~
81 am really cross"
"You are a little humbug"
"You surely don't defend such abcm-
Unable conduct"
"You don't know it isn't"
"You don't know it is
''You shouldn't give money to beg
CARS, anyhow"
"Who says SOP
"Some book; political something or
other"
Political Economy" I suggested.
every likely. 1t was very nice
book that showed it was bad to break
windows, because the people who didn't
spend the money on boots"
How about the glazier?"
90, he made boots, instead OF mend
ing windows"
But he couldn't"
80, we'll, he ought to, the book said"
"But suppose you had all the boots
you wanted already?"
Then you bought something else
engagement rings perhaps" She looked
at the bulge in her glove and laughed.
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-01-15

you are very extravagant" she said,
"a penny would have been quito
enough for him Jack. He doesn't look
good"
Il saw you give a beggar woman
two-pence the other day"
30. but she had baby, Jack"
VERY likely old Timbertoes has"
But he hadn't it with him."
mo; too much sense to Lring me
poor little beggar out in the cold on
the chance of an extra penny"
But these poor women must bring
their babies
"Or, hire them; that's what they gem
orally do"
Il don't believe It."
But you don't know 1t isn't true"
81 can always see when it is a gem
uine case. o. Jack, look at that POOR
creature over there!" She was n
wretched, red-faced woman, with a
miserable white-faced baby. 81 really
must"
Probably beats her husband"
20, that poor little baby!"
Hired for the day"
Look how she's rocking it. If give
her something very likely she'll"
'Spend it on drink"
But I'll tell her to get something
for the baby. A bun. or milk. OF
something"
How do you know she'll do it?"
Because l do. She began to fumblel
in one of those ridiculous pockets for
that ridiculous little purse.
81 can't find it," she said, breathless-
ly. Lend me something, Jack; there's
a good boy" ~
"A penny?"
'No, no. Sixpennce."
"Your book said"
40, it was silly book. A dreadfully
silly book. Be quick"
l fished out sixpence and she ran
across to the woman. When she came
back there were tears in her eyes, and
we walked along in silence.
1T was such poor little baby!" she
said at last, land it's little bare feet
were showing through the holes in the
shawl"
Going back gave the woman the
price of a window which I hadn't
broken. I hope the book was right
about the benefit to the shoemaker
st. Paul's.
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-01-15

felt presentment of a dead man (for |
was certain enough now that poor
Farnham was dead had numbered HIM
self with bandages, and simulated
sDrains, and thickened his voice with
an alleged bronchitis. There is
wonderful family likeness between
voices when they only speak in rough
whisper, and the green shade over the
eyes had doubtless proved very advan-
tageOus in keeping up the optical illu-
sion on which the man had courageous
ly dared to count, even among Farm
hams Denver friends. To be sure, he
had hurried away as soon as possible
from every place where he had stayed
since arriving at New York in the St.
Paul in each one he had accomplish
ed an object vital to the interest of the
plot He had been able TO refute the
story of Harvey Farmland murder in
person. and having evidently been well
grounded in all prominent facts con-
nected with Harvey's life, habits, and
trip to England. had made a coup in
his interview with the New York police.
Having done all that was necessary
in the East he had then taken the final
and most hazardous step of going to
Farmland home 1t was hardly re-
markable, however. that he had seized
the opportunity Of escaping so trying an
Cr1eal at once. 1t seemed to me i'm
possible that he should intend return
ing to Denver where in the light of
day. and among old business and do
nestle associates, he could not long
hope to escape detection, perfect as the
likeness seemed to be. What, then.
would he do I eagerly asked myself?
He had so far been successful in es-
tablishing the fact all along his route
that Harvey Farnham had not only re-
turned in safety to America, but had
shown himself at home. So much hav-
ing been gained. Wildred must perforce
be relieved of all suspicion Of the crime
which I had fastened to fasten upon
him, and this being the case, | assured
myself that it was Wildred's hand only
which had contrived this intricate and
ingenious plot This man. disguised as
Farnham. was in Wildred's pay. there
could be no doubt of that, and had in
all probability been engaged for the
purpose he was now carrying out be-
fore the murder had taken place.
I tried as I walked to put myself in
the place of the schemers, and thus hew
out, through an intimate mental pro-
cess, some idea as to how the loose ends
of the mystery were to be disposed of.
eff 1 were that fellow" l said to
myself, at last, Il should think it was
about time to disappear. I should feel
sure I'd come to the end of my tether
and that somehow or other Harvey
Farnham. as represented by me. had
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-01-15

would have to go directly by me on his
way up stairs; time enough to appear
to observe him then.
"Cablegram for you, Mr.. Farnham,"
said the clerk of the hotel.
Ali" The exclamation was one of
surprise. He had not, then, been ex-
pecting the message.
| could not resist looking up, after
all, to watch him in the act of reading
it, and as | did so nay eyes caught a
CLEAN from his, under the green shade,
as they turned to my face with an ex-
preston that was like a hunted ami
malls.
In the instant I was as positive as
though he had told me in so many
words that the cablegram he had re-
ceived was from Carson Wildred. and
intimately concerned me. Very prob
ably it said; eff a man named Noel
Stanton turns up, he is an enemy-be-
ware of him"
l regretted Immediately that I had
given him any real name when we met
at dinner, for, warned now by Wildred
he would be ever on his guard.
He was seized with a very creditable
fit of coughing as he passed me, and
having growled out something about
being ''duced tired, and sleeping like a
log" he went upstairs.
l followed him in time to see him en-
ter his own room, which was only half
a-dozen doors from mine, and to hear
him noisily lock the door. 1t occurred
to me that he was DESTROYS to have me
know that he had locked it, and I Won
dered if already he had begun to sus-
pect my motive.
(To be continued)
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-01-15

first thought, after greeting the bluff
old compatriot who kept the house,
was to look at the visitors book.
My heart gave quick thump as l
came on the name Of Harvey Farm
ham. 1t was not in his handwriting,
which, though l had not seen it for
some time, | remembered quite dis
tinctly.
"Ah, gentlemen's ill., said the pro-
prietor, when | cautiously questioned
him. Had his arm in a sliag-Sot
my clerk to put his name down for him
| recollect, as | was standing by. Mr..
Farnham has been out a good deal,
however, since he arrived, and, indeed,
is out at present. He usually comes in
about dinner time, though
This was an incentive to me not to
miss that meal. l got into my evening
toys in a hurry, and was in the dining
room before anyone else, save a hum
CRY looking old man.
1t was not a good season for the
Santa Anna, so the proprietor had con
fidently informed me, but two or three
dozen people strolled into the room be a..
fore had been there half an hour. Still
| saw no familiar face. and was be.
ginning to think in angry desperation
that | had been eluded again, when the
door opened to admit a tall and p0rtly
figure.
l looked up, my pulses quickening,
my breath coming fast.
The man had a green shade over his
eyes, was limping slightly, had his
right arm in sling, and altogether
presented a somewhat battered appear
ance. But | said to myself if it was
not Harry Farnham it was his twin
brother.
With all my eyes l stared at him.
Almost as though there had been some
magnetic influence in them to draw him
he came towards me. and finally ap-
preaching my table. motioned to the
attentive waiter to draw out certain
chair
He sat down, leant back with an aud
ible SIGH. shook out his serviette with
green shade that Swallowed his eyes,
and began looking carelessly about the
room.
AS he did so his glance passed over
my face. There was not the slightest
hint of recognition in it.
"Hullo. Farmland" I said, carefully
controlling the agitation in my voice.
He started violently and nearly drop
ped the soup spoon, which he had pick
ed up with his left hand. Then, pull
ing himself together by a violent eff
fort, he smiled, without any of the
old cordiality Almost mechanically
he had reached up for the green shade.
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-01-15
A DAY OFF.

Mrs. Out-of-Town Ito near neighbor)-
Such troubles as I've had to-day; I'm
nearly dead
Neighbor-''M Mercy! What's happened?'
My husbands watch stopped last
night"
II don't see what that
No neither could We 1t stopped be-
fore and we didn't know it was stopped
this morning. because it stopped at I
O'Clock last evening, and so / set the clock
by it, and that was wrong, and my hus-
band missed the train TO the city and the
children were late to school,
Not pleasant, of course; but"
ttOh. but I haven't told YOU. You see,
my husband, after missing his regular
train, concluded TO take a day off and
mend all the furniture
II see
Yes He's got everything in the house
apart and can't get them together again =,
View York Weekly.
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-01-15

got to be unostentatiously wiped out
Farnham, however, was too rich and
important a man in the Western States
OF his own country to disappear con-
veniently and with impunity. There
would be a hue and cry, and suspi-
cious facts might somehow be brought
to light.
The only way, decided, would be for
the alleged Harvey Farnham to kill
himself; but this it did not appear very
likely that the most dazzling bribe
could induce him to do. He meant to
find some more comfortable way out of
the hole into which he had so deliber-
ately crept than the way of suicide,
and it began to seem that the only
method by which could prove my case
would be by finding out what that way
was to be.
At present, unless I could have the
fellow arrested, and such disguise as he
hight wear dragged off, | should have
great difficulty in obtaining credence of
my story. The incidents were all so
remarkable that they must be certified
with the best OF evidence, and such evil
dence as l wanted could only be forth
coming from Bennett, or someone else
in Denver who knew Farnham equally
we'll.
What l must do, I thought, would be
to keep on the mans track, and never
for an hour lose sight of him. l must
do this without arousing any suspi-
cion on his part as to my motives I'M
til the last moment, when l should be
prepared to accuse him.
This conclusion naturally reminded
me that at the very moment it was
reached | had virtually lost sight of
my quarry, and that already l might
have missed my chance. Accordingly
/ hurried back to the Santa Anna Ho-
tel, and thought it was then too late
to wire Bennett, l determined TO do so
early the next morning. | would re-
quest him to come on to San Francisco
at once on matter of extreme import
ance, and-his mind being already dis
turbed concerning his employer-he
would lose no time in obeying. In Ben
nett, if l could fairly corner the bogus
Farnham, should have the most val
liable witness in the world.
My first question was as to whether
Mr.. Farnham were in the hotel He
had not yet returned from a call he
ndQ gone 10 make dlleI ulHHeI, anu
sat down, therefore, in the corridor
inside the front doors, through which
he would have to pass on entering.
l pretended to be absorbed in a local
paper, but in reality my thought were
a maelstrom. Suppose he had already
escaped me!
At half-past eleven, however, he
came in. l did not seem to lift my
eyes from the pages before them. He
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-01-15
SINE ENTERTAINs CHILDREN

A Chicago girl, Mrs. Kathleen M. Ship
pen, makes a business OF entertaining
children at parties with pronounced sue
cess and to the great relief of mothers
and older sisters. Miss Shipper spent her
childhood in Germany. Switzerland
Italy where the games Of children are al
most a part of history. There she learned
many quaint ways of self-govcrnment.
which she has now turned into practical
use. She is in demand for every FASH
ionable children's party in Chicago. She
has many ways Of interesting the children
tells them stories, gets up impromptu
theatricals for which she furnishes tissue
paper costumes. and plays lively ditties,
getting them all to dancing the sprlghty
dances of the elves and fairies they like
so well to hear about.
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-01-15

now dared expect them to be, would,
on my return to the other side, run
across to France, and endeavor to piece
together the bits of this old but newly
discovered puzzle.
Meanwhile, however, l had other
work, and work closer at hand, to do.
while you've been talking, Mr. Ben
nett" said /, 81 have been coming to a
conclusion"
He smiled. I'm glad of that, sir, ;"
he returned. 81 have risked betraying
Mr.. Farnhams confidence that I may
ask you what you think of that last
hint of his, which, to tell the truth has
troubled me very much, coming, as ii
did, on top of so many queer actions.
Although he was. or pretended to be,
half in joke, ought | to let him stay
away without taking any measures to
find out whether his life really was
threatened in California, and trying to
help him out of a scrape if necessary?
OF course, if it is all straight he'd be
furious to have a watch set on his ac-
tions, and would never forgive me the
indiscretion. Still l haven't heard
from him, as I said, since the day of
his arrival. and neither my mind nor
my conscience is very easy, Mr.. Stan
ton. The question is, what would you
do if you were in my place."
I was delighted at this, and turned
half away, that he might cot see my
change of countenance.
TITS rather a difficult position I
said slowly, ''for you. But there's a
simple way out of it, without the ne
cessity for you to run any risk of losing
Mr.. Farnham's favour. I've been to
the Santa Anna Hotel before. There's
no reason why l shouldn't go again if
I choose, and no reason why l should
mention having spoken with you at all
if | meet my old friend. I'm something
of nomad, you know, and if I'm in
England one month. and turn up in
Kamtchatka the next. nobody is ever
the least surprised"
But have you been thinking of go
ing to California;" asked Bennett, half
relieved and half dubious as to the
course proposed,
ooh, yes, I've been thinking of it," 1
promptly answered. But l neglected
to add that it had only been during the
past five minutes.
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-01-15
CHAPTER XXI.
FACE TO EACH

1t was very nearly dinner time, two
days later when 1 drove up to the
Santa Anna Hotel in San Francisco.
Far away the bay could be seen and
the Seal Rock, with the light of a great
yellow moon touching its dark outlines
and mingling with the blue wintry twi-
light.
The neighborhood was greatly
changed since my last visit, but the
hotel remained much the same. My
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-01-15
CHAPTER XIII.

A COUNTERFEIT PRESENTMENT.
We had not much talk together. The
few questions which | cautiously put
evidently rendered him uncomfortable,
and /, on my part, having made sure of
one all-potent fact, was anxious to get
away and think the puzzle over.
had arrived at the last course of my
dinner when the man entered, and hav-
ing finished l rose.
Are you stopping long in San Fran
cisco?' I asked, with my best air OF
carelessness.
"a couple of days or So" he said.
"See you again tomorrow, I daresay."
1t was plain that he was glad to get
rid of me- Naturally he was afraid of
all men, strangers to him, who claim
ed knowledge of him as Harvey Farm
ham. He was playing a bold and dan
gerous game, and no doubt he was
aware that, unless he kept himself in
hand, and never for an instant lost
his presence of mind, any moment
might find him beaten.
So dizzy was l with the fumes Of
my discovery that my brain would not
answer to my command. [ could not
think. l could only say over and over
again: MOI harvey Farnndm! Inc
fellow is a mere decoy!"
Out in the open l knew that | should
have better chance of mastering my
self. On the way to the door l stepped
in the ''office" again, and glanced at the
visitors. book. Harvey Farnham's
name was written down opposite the
number 249, and I knew, therefore,
that his room must be near, and in
the same wing in the back as mine.
The glorious salt wind soon restored
me to myself, and l wandered through
some of the streets / had known and
forgotten, thinking busily. l could I'M
derstanad much now that had been
dark to me- though even yet far too
much for my peace of mind remained
hidden.
1t was no wonder that this counter
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-01-15
OOAN'S KIDNEY PILLS.
Chronic KiCkerS

Chronic kckers the Kidneys are-when they're sick
What makes the Kidneys sick? simple thing.
They have too much to do.
Must keep up their work They rest.
Can't blame them for kicking.
Ever have your Kidneys kick?
Ever have bad back, lame weak or aching one ?
Know the back aches because the Kidneys are sick?
Help the Kidneys with their work,
The back will ache no more.
Lots of Wheeling proof that's D0AN'S KIDNEY PILLS
Will cure backache and every Kidney ILL.,
Here's a case In point
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-01-15
and given it hasty pull downward

and given it hasty pull downward.
sHullo!' he responded in hoarse
This is a surprise, eh?'
Yes / replied slowly. People do
run against each other in unexpected
places, don't they? Now, I'll wager
something that you've forgotten my
manner"
He smiled again, with a relieved ex-
preston. -'Well'-hoarsely again
I'm afraid I have, for moment. It'll
come back, no doubt, but would you
mind enlightening me meanwhile?"
"My name is Noel Stanton" | very
quietly said. But l could have shouted
aloud Notwithstanding the extraor-
binary resemblance. this man was no
more Harvey Farnham than | wasl
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-01-15
Here's a case in point:

Machlin at
had 1
be
ed like living
kidney Twill
Kidney Pills
DOANS Kidney Pills for sale by all Dealers Price so
cents. Mailed by Foster Milburn Co.. Buffalo. N. Y,
sole agents for the United States Remember the
DOAN IS and take no substitute
Arizona republican., 1899-01-01
THE REAL FOLD SLEuTH'
A Queer Little Man Was He WtO Wrote Stories Boys Loved so We'll

"Old Sleuth" is dead. The man who had delighted. entranced and mystifed three generations of boys has gone the way Of all flesh, and no more detective stories thrilling and terrible, will come from his prolific pen.
 "Old Sleuth" was Harland P. Halsey.
 He lived in Brooklyn. in handsome house, the price of which was earned by his stories. lie had pleasant. fam fly and an uncaasing desire for work. Add to this the most remarkable imag- ination that ever evolved dramatic situation, and "Old Sleuth" is de- scribed as to generaIities.
 In appearance he was exactly the op- poslte of what one would expect. This is not unusual. Boys who knew him and were told that he wrote Terrible Sam; or the Mystery of a Bucket of Blood snOrted in derision. Nobody that looked like Mr. Halsey could have written the blood curdling story. In their way of figuring the author must have worn a mask, a slouch hat, an overcoat with the collar always up, and, above all, he must have had a piercing eye. and a quick hand for his
 
 gentleman of Brooklyn who lived in the shadow of a church was the real simon-pure "Old Slauth"
 Death came to Old Sleuth' quietly and unexpectedly He was chatting with his wife one evening and awaiting the call to dinner. Without 3 warn ing he fell forward into his wife's arms and in an instant, with a few gasps, was dead. Heart disease is given as the cause of the sudden call
 In early life he dabbled in business a little and then drifted into newspaper work His success was indifferent however, and he was on the point of leaving the east and taking up e new life in the west, when one day the in gredients for a weird detective story came to him and he issued his first book. It was called "Old S1euth, or the Mystery of Bay Ridge"
 It was an instantaneous success with the class that read this kind Of litera- ture, and Mir Halsey saw a great white light. He immediately wrote another, keeping the name "Old Sleuth" we'll to the fore. And from this sprung the "Old Sleuth" library. Publishers saw money in the stories, and the lucky au- thor had no trouble from that day in keeping the wolf away
 His strong right arm never tired, his supply of disguises never failed, his plots grew thicker and thicker, his readers grew more and more excited, and all the time the dollars rolled into the pocket of the creator of the only detective who was OmnipOtent, Omni- present, infalliblc and absolutely un- 
 And who has not read "Old Sleuth?" Men, women and children of all ages, climes and conditions. Never was
Arizona republican., 1899-01-01

stone implements with which tney worked.
 Prof Biaka's long experience in min ing gives him keen apprecatiO of what was dcne by the ancisn;s in tn s line, and his paper proved a very .intsr- esting feature of the program.
 The last paper Of the day was by Dr. Miller, his subject being, A Plea for Ancient Archaeology
 The theme of this paper was the an tiquity Of many of the things discov cred and unearthad in the western h 7m- isphere, claiming that it may yet b. shown that this is the old counhy. instead of the ori ntal countries whiC h HOW lay claim to that dis.inc ion.
 IL was g successful session. and f is to be hoped that the interest that has been created in this impcrt2nt study will be kept up. and that it may be ths means of starting and perfect ing territorial collection that will n-t only be interesting to visit, but will prove of great educational advantage to both young and old, to laymen and sci enlist, for there can be nc, doubt Of t-e richness Of this territory in wonderful antiquities. They should be kept here in a public musuem that could not bo eXcelled anywhere.