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The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-11-14

ant Whenever she appeared she
formed the ordinary picture one sees
on the. Japanese fans A panel Of the
room would, quietly slide away, dis
covering Arita kneeling and bowling
the upper part Of the body till her lips
nearly touched. the mating OF the floor
of The room. She would go thru this
performance whether we observed her
or not, but directly she knew she was
seen she would start the business all
over again; then with one Of her
bright smiles she would eventually
arise and bring in the rice tub.
/ Later in. the day Arita suggested
that I should take another kind OF tub
in the common bathroom Of the hostel
rvs sssShestoid me that at o'clock in
the evening the water would be fresh,
andI had better be ready at that hour;
for. later the house boys and the rest
of the servants, to the number of
thirty; would respectively take their
dip. It is not necessary to say that
I was ready at s. Exactly at that
hour Arita5appeared kowtowing at the
panel with a kimono and a towel, and
eventually I was draped and followed
her to the bathroom. Arita would
have remained to rub me down, which
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his man. * Teddy to see you, sir;
no name he answered solemnly.
SeVerne arose in some surprise.
Light the lamp and show her up"
he commanded, wondering who she
could be.
At the sound Of his voice the visitor
pushed into the room past Mortimer.
+ Never mind the lamp" cried Lucy
Melville. The faithful Mortimer left
the room, -officially-heard no
more.
why, Lucy!'' cried severne.
In the dim light he could see that
her cheeks were glowing with excite
and put. her hands on his shoulders.
Bob she said, gravely, with tears in
her eyes, II know ought not to be
here, but just couldn't help it! After
you were so nobls! And it won't mat
ter, for I'm going in just a minute"
Severne cast his mind back in review
of his noble acts. What is It,
Lucy?" he inquired. I 81.
"As if you could ask" she cried. II
never knew of a mans doing SO tact
full and graceful and beautiful thing
In my life! And 1 don't care a bit, and
believe you were right, after ALL
Right about what q he begged,
getting more and more beWildered.
About the realisny. Of course
=
oAt her ohm in the most adorable
fashion. Even serious minded
men have moments of lucidity.
SeVerne had one now.
"Oh, no, you mustn't. Bob-dear!''
she cried, blushing.
But really, Bob she went on
after a moment. "even If realism lis all
right you must admit that your last
story is the best thing you ever
wrote"
| Why, yes, do think so,'' he agreed
wondering what. that had to do with it
m so glad you do. Do you know
Bob" she continued happily, II read II
! all thru before I noticed whose it was
| And kept saying to myself, I do wish
Bob could see this story. I'm sure il
would convince him that Imagination
/ Bob, she cried with enthusiasm, .. Il
4 is the best imaginative story / ever
read. And when got to the end an6
saw the signature and reaSized thai
You had deserted your literary prin.
Ic1ples just for my sake, and had ac.
tually gone to work and written such
Ia splendid imaginative story after al
You had said, and then, too, when
realized what a delicatefWay you hae
i taken to let me know--becau OF
course, I never read that magazine OF
sBroWn's-oh Bob!'' she concluded
quite out of breath. SIS. f
Severne ,hesitated for almost a min.
ute. He saw his duty plainly; he wa.
5:serious-n1inded:' he had no sense o;
i humor. Then she looked up at him a.
i before, pointing her. chin. out in the
most adorable fashion.
"Oh, Bob! Again s. 6 g really dom
1 think you ought to! - IS
And Art; oh, where was It
4 Y /. =
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cerely. -
They laughed again. "Nerve!" they
said.
d,5 Near the fallen horse several began
ketched him between the sights tests
fair as could bel"
loose!"
Well. boys" called the leader, i'm
patiently. get along''
A man came forward and silently
threw loop about Severne's neck. In
severne realized this, and told them ali
ABOUT everything. They listened to
MIN, and laughed, delightedly. Never
mad they hung such: funny horse
thlef. they appreciated his efforts to
amuse them and assured him often
mat ne was a peach. When he.paused,
they encouraged him to say some
more. At every new disclosure thev
chuckled with admiration, as tho at a,
tremendous but splendid lie. Severne
was getting more realistic experience
In ten minutes than he had had in
all his previous life; but realistic ex-
perience does not do one much good
81 the end OF a rope on top Of a wy
tie. they deftly threw the coil of
rope over the limb Of a tree, and hung
him up, and left him. They did not
shoot him full Of holes, as Is the usual
custom. He had been funny horse
thief, so In return they were lentent.
oeyerne kicked. Dancin' good,'' they
observed, as they turned the corner.
Around the corner they met the
frantic James. They cut Severne dowr
and worked Dyer him for some time
Then they carried him down to Placer
Creek and worked over him a lo
more. The Triangle x boys were dis.
tinctly aggrieved. They had applaud
ed those splendid lies, and now the,
turned out not to be lies at oil, bu
merely an extremely crazy sort O.
truth. They relieved their feelings b,
getting very drunk and shooting ouI
the lights.
It took severne a week to get owe,
1t. Ten days after that he returned
east He had finished masterpiece
j The flight down the canyon was pic.
/ tured SO wildly that you could almos
hear the crack of the pistols, and the
scrtbed that in reading about then
Eyou became excited yourself. Severns
read 1t three times, and he though
! it as good the third time as the first
! Then he copied 1t all out on the type
writer. This is the severest test {
writer can give his work. The mos
sparkling tale loses it's freshness wher
unfortunate author cannot make TIL,
thing go very fast. It seemed as goot
even after this ordeal.
4 Behold said he, congratulatins
/ himself, this is the best story I eve
wrote! Blamed if it isn't one Of til,
best stories / ever read! Your roman
| ticists claim that the realistic stor,
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or spoon, and took to chopsticks. I
was soon an expert with these impIe-
ments. but the food Of the country I
tried hard to get accustomed to. The
dishes jar upon ones palate as
the music Of Japan Jars upon
ones ears. There is a dull mo-
notony about both. It is essen
tally a fish, vegetable and rice
diet, tickled with soy. The piscatorial
food varied from q. state Of decomposi-
ton to. the freshness of a live Ash
newly skinned and still wriggling on
the platter. The rice, however, was
excellent, and the Japan green tea ex-
quisite.
Arita was the name Of the lady who
officiated at our meals. She would
squat on the ground at each func-
ton by the side OF a wooden tub
steaming with rice, ladling out the
snowy grain into little wooden ba-
sins, which she handed to me in lieu
Of bread. She was a bright, pretty
girl, and when she smiled. which she
did at all times, showed a mouthful
Of regular white teeth. She was told
off by the hotel proprietor as our serv-
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was one little hitch in the final pro-
ceedings which had not anticipated,
and that was to get my precious boy
out Of the country. Four whole days
were spent on this little matter, IN
which figured the Japanese war office,
foreign office, the home office and the
local police. It was not only the ques-
ton OF the boy and myself, but also his
father, his sister and q third person
figured In the transaction. And
the third person was evidently
the most important of the whole
four. He was to be responsible
for the boys good behavior to me
and the authorities. ! If the boy fell
sick, or was killed. this person was
also liable for any substantial loss the
father might suffer. and was to try
to make up for any sentimental loss,
If possible, to the family. AS the Sis
ter was a rather pretty and bright
little girl Of about sixteen summers,
the latter part of this curious trans
action was the only advantage the
third person had any reason to hope
for. It was a document Of several
pages had to go thru and sign be-
fore the boy was free, and the most
curious part Of the business was that
The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-11-14
wES, I was down for a third
+ time with the new imperial
v complaint - appendicitis.
1t was in the days when
l. surgical operations were

not looked upon with SO
much favor as they are to-oay, SO
Law on my back waiting for my strons
constitution alone to pull me thru once
more. ,,,~,..
the room In an upright posltion, anu
was still wretchedly weak, when one
morning a telegram arrived from the
editor Of the Black and White request
ing me to go to Japan, for hostltles
were Impending between that country.
and China. The Journey was lons
enc, and to be Of any service 20 my
paper I must start at once. l tnels
fore seriously thought the matter over.
I was mending slowly but surely:
The Journey was easy enough, TOE
could lie on my back for at least three.
weeks Of the time, and 1t would take a.
full month to get there. The long TIP
might, after all, be the very thlng 70
set me up once more. l 1ell Ina. u as
editor of my paper must not know OF
my trouble, or he might be thinking
of sending man physically sounder
than myself. I therefore nlred
brougham and stretched myself across
the cushions till arrived at the oInce.
Then / boldly faced the stairs and the
editor, and neither was any the wiser
regarding my real condition. A trusty
friend nursed me as far as Liverpool,
and once on board the White Star liner
I played the invalid till reached New
York.
We arrived at the terminus In Van
couver just within a few minutes or
schedule time, tho our train had been
on a six days pourney. Inc good
ship the Empress, with steam up, was
waiting for us, and within a short
time of our arrival left her moorings
and moved out into the vast Pacific
ocean, making for Vancouver, the isle
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ture of Port Arthur by the japanese
troops.
OF course, the editor who engaged
the artful Frenchnan was quite inno-
cent OF the trick being played upon
him. After all, his pictures were
highly dramatic-if may use the
term, full of beans''-and they came
regularly by every mail. The sub
scribers who supported the paper in
question were highly pleased. MY
French colleague had never made
money SO easily, and without any risk
to his precious skin, for I found out
later that the editor who engaged him
wired: For what sum per week will
you go to the front?" Jigo answered,
SO much-meaning the highest priced
coin in the currency of Japan, the
yen, equivalent to two shillings. The
editor, taking the amount for pounds,
wired: Never paid so much before,
but proceed And the Frenchman
received sovereigns instead Of the
modest yen. This fact is my only con-
ISOLATION.
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sEATTLE's NEW MADE LAND
Hill Being Washed Down rauc Power Into the Mudfats
Which Filled Used Railroad Yards and
Business Blocks

with Puget sound, so that even large
vessels might find in the fresh water
an anchorage free from the onslaught
of the teredo and the nuisance of bar
nacles, possessing in the case Of war
an absolute protection to any sort of
croft, from a battleship to a fishing
smack. There is a hill where a canal
is wanted and 8. waste of water where
there's q crying need for land. So
Seattle Is doing the American thing
it is picking the hill up by the roots
to make a canal, is taking it to the
tide lands, mixing it with mud which
has been dredged out to deepen the
channel and spreading out, binding it
in by stone sea walls and selling 1t as
fast as it dries.
The plan was conceived by Seattle
brains subsidized by an enthusiastic
public, and approved by the Great
Northern and Northern Pacific rail-
roads, who want new freight yard
and union depot. The company which
alters the landscape went thru sew
eral months of litigation concerning
the ownership of the mud flats, passed
a favoring bill thru the legislature and
opened fire Cor, rather. water) with
their hose. - &.
The hose they use is not garden
hose. 1t is called hydraulic exca-
vator and is possessed Of terrible de-
structive power. Up in the Seattle
hills is the lake which furnishes this
machine with a head drop Of water
over 400 feet high and the supply is
brought in great pipes twenty-four
| inches In diameter down to the ex-
| cavation. Here the pipe is narrowed
| to a brass nozzle Of hardly sixteen
! inches.
They operate lever that turns the
| nozzle this way and that and a column
/ of white water as stiff as a telegraph
pole Is projected against the cliffs The
| power Of the thing holds one fas-
! cinated. Great rocks tremble, hest
! tate. roll down; a; carload of gravel
leaps off and swishes away Into the
seethe of earth. On the surface OF
the land trees rock as in an earth.
quake and avalanches slide down into
/ the turmoil of rushing mud. The bat
/ tering ram of water pounds its ire
sistible way with the hiss of foam thai
! bursts into the air with the iridescence
of the sunlight
| What a weapon to turn back g
cavalry charge, says the man with q
newspaper under his arm. 4 Look
1 shouts the 1aborer, turning the nozzle
so that the. stream cuts a deep gast
| into the earth. IT guess that would
pretty near dissolve a man.
| About 153,000,00O gallons of water
bursts every day from the mouth OF
the pipeit would make. column as
thick as mans body over l, 900 miles
long. AS 1t tears out the earth. il
eddies down to the mouth of a wooder
] hume which is nearly big enough t.
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has no charm, nor excitement, nor
physical thrill. This'll show them!''
So he hurried to deliver it to Brown.
Then he posed industriously to him.
self, and tried hard to do some more
glooning, but it was difficult work.
Someway he felt, his cause not hope
less This masterpiece would go far
to convince her that he was right
after all.
Three days later he received note
from Brown asking him to call. He
did SO. The editor handed him back
his story, more in sorrow than in an
ger, and spoke reprovingly about des-
erting ones PRINCIPLES. Brown was
conscientious. He believed that the
present. Severne pressed for an ex-
| PLANTATION. Then said Brown:
"Severne, ! have used much Of your
stuff, and I have liked it. The SEN
fences have been crisp. The adj
tectives have been served hot. You
And, above all. you have shown men
and life as they are. am sorry to see
that you have departed from that no
BILE IDEAL
But" cried severne in expostula-
ton, "do not these qualities appear in
my story?'
cat first they do responded Brown,
but later-ah!" He sighed.
What do you mean?"
The ride down the canyon he ex-
planned. 1.-THE sentences are crisp and
the adjectives hot. But, alas! there is
much poetic connotation, and, so far
from representing real life, it seems
to me to mean only the perfervid luc-
vibrations Of a disordered imagina-
ton"
why that part Is the most realis-
tic in, the whole thing!" cried the un-
happy author, in distress.
NO." replied the editor, firmly, sit
is not It is not realism at all. Even
about the incident the mans feelings
are frightfully overdrawn. No man
ever was such an everlasting coward
as you make out your hero. should
/ be glad to see something else of yours
but that, nor @
Somewhat danlped, seyerne took
his manuscript home with him. There
! he reread it. All his old enthusiasm
returned. It was exactly true. Real
/ ism could have had no more accurate
exposition of Its principles. He
i cursed Brown and Enclosed stamps to
the Decade. After q time he received
a check and a f1attering letter Real
ism stood vindicated!
/ In due course the story appeared
| During the interim Severne e had
found that his glooming was becom-
/ ing altogether too realistic for his
peace Of mind. AS time went on and
he saw nothing of Lucy Melville he
began to realize that perhaps, after
all, he was making a mistake some
4 where. At certain recklessly i1nfnora1
4 moments he even thought g. very little
of proving, false ] to, art. . To. such
i depths can the human soul descend! 4
Tire evening after the appearance
of his story in the Decade, he was sit.
4 ting In front OF his open fire in very
much that mood. The lamps had moi
l.been lighted. To him came Mortimer
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easily. Never desert @ comrade. The
Triangle x BIO. 8 uttered whoops, and
Joined the game at speed. Not gain
produced long revolvers-and began
to shoot. 1t Is a little difficult to hit
anything from running horse.
Severne heard the reports. and con-
graduated himself on the realistic
qualities Of his little drama. Then
suddenly his hat went spinning from
his head At the same instant bull
let plowed thru the leather on his
pommel. Zip! zip! went other bullets
past his ears. The boys of the Triangle
x outfit were beginning to get the
range. II
He looked back. To his horror he
discovered that Colorado Jim and the
pards had disappeared, and that their
places had been taken by a number
of maniacs on jumping little ponies.
The maniacs were yelling Zip! Zip!
Yip!" and shooting at him. He could
not understand 1t in the least: but the
bullets were mighty convincing. He
used his Quirt and spurs.
If Severne really wished to expert
ence the feelings of a man pursued he
attained his desire. It is not pleasant
to be shot at Severne entertained
sensations Of varied conference, but
one and all of a vividness which, was
not in mood to appreciate literary
values. He attended strictly to bust
ness, which was to lift the excellent
animal on which he was mounted as
rapidly az possible over the ground. In
this he attained a moderate success
Venturlng a backward glance, after a
few moments, he noted with pleasure
that the distance between himself and
the nantacs had sensibly increased
Then one Of those zipping bullets
passed between his body and his arm
horses name and entered the base Of
the poor animals skull. Severne sud
denly found himself in the road. The
maniacs swept up at speed, refining
In suddenly. at the distance of three
feet, in such g. manner as to scatter
much gravel over him. Severne sal
up.
The maniacs, with commendable
promptness, jerked Severne to his
feet. Several more bent over his
horse.
these. "Jess's thought He's stole
this cayuse. This is Hank Smiths
bronc I'd know him anywhar!''
several.
The men who held him yanked
Seyerne here and there. END OF
yore rope this trip! Steal bosses, will
yeP' said they.
IT didn't steal the horse!" cried poor
Severne; Il hired him from Smith,"
A roar of laughter greeted this
statement.
Hired Colorado and the boys to
Y chase you, too didn't ye!" suggested
one. with heavy sarcasm.
IN VI 2 Nd '-
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The new Pennsylvania railroad bridge
across the Delaware at Trenton Nv i'll bring
Philadelphia twenty minutes nearer New
York. The total cost lis IS. 500, 008s
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CHAPTER XII.


with rare booty, the spoils of that
nights work, the brigand chief, Cas-
parde, returned, a little after midnight,
to the cave. He was in an excellent
humor with his multiplied success in eff
fectlng the capture of Rose and gaining
tar more than he had anticipated by the
robbery committed that night.
What, then, was his rage and disap-
pointment to learn from the men whom
he had sent back three or four hours
earlier that Rose had made her escape!
lie rayed like a maniac; he vowed the
dlrest vengeance on the faithless guard,
who had disappeared, and on the spur Of
the moment, would instantly have gone
to assassinate their new prisoners, had
not some quarrel arising among the men
diverted his attention for time. During
this interval he had an opportunity to
become cool, and afterwards repaired to
the cells to ascertain whom it could be
that the man had taken in company with
Jacques, and who wore the disguise Of a
brigand. His mingled establishment, rage
and exultation may be easily imagined on
discovering it to be the Count d'Artois.
"Oho, my fine fellow! so you are there,
are your" he cried, savagely. "Well--
we'll, not a bad exchange of prisoners
Won't l make you dance presently, mon
sieur! Just wait till daylight"'
You may do with me what you WILL"
answered Louis, calmly, "since she has
escaped. can suffer any torture now
You talk bravely, monsieur! But
mean to get her back again-do you hear
that? l will watch, day and night, till
the time comes, as have watched since
the time when l vowed revenge for al
that happened to me at your hands. 81
you helped her to escape, did you?'
Yes; and be assured that she will be
kept now SO far beyond your reach thai
no scheme of yours will ever draw hel
hither again"
I'VE will see to that, monsieur-we will
see to that! Now mark me! will ge
the girl back, and you shall starve before
her eyes. day by day, hour by hour, til
you die in your chains:'
He went out, and left his prisoner il
the deep silence of his lonely cell to thinl
Of those cruel words.
(To be continued.)
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which was fully liahted az tba br-...-
amp swinging from the roof. Hcw lono
~ naq neen here he was unable to guess:
-Dal -, me = scenes through which be haa
passed relative to the rescue Of Rose
7 ilasfied 10 instantly and wildly anon
ms recollection as TO persuade him ths+
no very great portion Of time Ind aIansad
since their occurrence. The Aiobt tba
soAcea iment Of Rose, the moment DE can.
s ..a these were before him. He
wondered only that the brigands anro cal
as they were at the injury TO thair Gem
faue' nad not torn him limb from limb.
, dis captors had taken care to secure
nm beyond the possibility of escape: for
lheS had fettered him.. hand and foot.
anu 70 these letters was attached heavy
clialh, the other end of which was fast.
:. ened 70 huge ring in the wall He was
IN captivity, but that captivity was sweet,
slnce ne had, as he hoped, ensured the
safety of Rose. Yet he thought Of her
with the deepest anxiety, still. He eal-
euiated the chances of her finding the
way from the forest, or, perhaps, she had
Iailtea IN that narrow place of refuge,
ana remained insensible amid the nox.
ious damps of night, and with slimp rep.
tiles and poisonous insects all about her!
but what would not be preferable to the
prison from which she had escaped?
10 Jacques his thoughts turned. AS
q matter of course he also must have
neen brought back, and he, too must be
ID cell, chained also. When would q
chance of escape come to either of them
IL was matter Of ignorance to him
whether Gasparde had returned with the
men who had captured him. He was in
the power Of murderers now, and there
was no reason for them to be more len
lent to him than to any other who might
excite in them thirst for vengeance
Yet, with the probability of the escape Of
Rose he suffered no apprehensions to dis
quiet him.