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Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1915-06-04

JEPHT4A ENcAMPMENT, No i
Meetings At 500 O'Clock every secmd- = :
fourth Tuesday:
". II. JOHNSON r =,
C. e. STEWART So
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1915-06-04

CANTON AUGUSTA, NO. 2. . n
Regular meeting every third Tuesa., 4
8 o'clock.
Q. 2. FARNHAn, Cam
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1915-06-04

In Connection with the destruction
Falmouth. it is recalled that a pitched
hattie between Indians and white set
tiers once ragged on this very spot and
the Indians were victorious killing
nearly al the white settlers. AT the
time Of the Indian massacre as it was
known. a temporary bridge made Of
logs had been built across the Pre-
sumsncf ut this peant and it WAS over
tAis pazaSex1y f1kzt fbe fight took
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1915-06-04
ODD FELdOWS HAIJ.

ASYLUM LODGE, NO. 70, REeul j.
meeting Friday evenings at 800.
C. e. PRATT, n.
L. +. WEBTON e
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1915-06-04

The Mars Hill Views opinion of the
recent spell o. weather is expressed
in the following:
A two days rain followed last night
by a driving snow storm is the latest
for Aroostook County. The good Lord
knews We people Of Aroostook are per-
secuted enuf with snow storms in their
season, but when one is thrown in on
ug as late date as May 81, the people
squeal
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1915-06-04

The boys at the State school for Boys
the year last Friday and started on
their summer vacation with fitting ex-
ercises. After a very pleasing program
was given the boys held a spelling
match and prizes were awarded to the
winners. 1t was the time of the visit
Of the trustees and they were present
at the occasion. The evening before
the boys were given an illustrated
lecture by Superintendent Charles S.
Dunn, and were shown views OF all
kinds Of school activities.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1915-06-04

The Old Lambert bridge at Fal-
mouth, recently destroyed by fire. is
to be replaced by steel structure. the
citizens Of the town at q special town
meeting Wednesday voting TO author
ize the selectmen TO build such
bridge III a cost Of about $4,000.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1915-06-04

r. q. CAPEN RESEkAii LODGE nal
81, I. D. o. r. meets End and eth W.a,.'l
day evenings at $50 O'Clock.
INEZ L. GENTHNER. n. q
SADIE e. NETCALF. Rec =.
saclfR Yr,-vr-f 1yF
The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1915-01-21

Leave the room-no, by the hall
door. We are going back upstairs
I obey him, and at the door he
switches off the lights. How stand
it I dc not know. ! go upstairs me-
chanically into my own room--I and
this masked man.
"'Take off the kimono and slip
pers!' he orders. do that. Get into
bed!' he growls. I crawl in fearfully.
For a moment he looks aboux-then
goes out-with look back as he
goes. Oh! Oh! That hand--which
he raises at me-THAT HANE!'
. The poor girl was sitting bolt up
right, staring straight at the hall
door, as we watched and listened,
fascinated
Kennedy was bending over, sooth-
ing her. She gave evidence of COM
ing out from the effect of the drug.
I noticed that Bennett had sud-
denly moved a step in the direction
of the door at which she stared.
"By heavens!" he muttered, star
ing, too. Look"
We did look. A letter was slowly
being inserted under the door.
I took a quick step forward. That
moment I felt rough tug at my
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nett. Miss Dodge has just been tell
ing me"
Yes interrupted Craig. Look,
Miss Dodge, this is it."
He handed her the letter. She al
most seized it, examining it carefully.
her large eyes opening wider in won
der.
This is certainly my writing and
my note paper she murmured, but
never wrote the letter!''
Craig looked from the letter to her
keenly. No one said a word. For
moment Kennedy hesitated, think
ing.
might I-er-see your room, Miss
Dodge?" he asked at length.
why, certainly nodded Elaine, as
she lead the way upstairs.
It was a dainty little room, breath
ing the spirit of it's mistress. In fact,
it seemed a sort of profanity as we
all followed in after her. For mo-
ment Kennedy stood still, then he
carefully looked about. At the side
of the bed, near the head, he stopped
and picked up something which he
held in the palm of his hand.
bent over. Something cleaned in the
morning sunshine-sOme little thin
pieces of glass. AS he tried deity to
fit the tiny little bits together he
seemed absorbed in thought. Quick
ly he raised it to his nose, as if to
smell it.
Ethyl chloride!" he muttered,
full IN q
paper and putting them inside his
pocket.
An instant later he crossed the
room to the window and examined it.
"Look!" he exclaimed.
There, plainly, were marks of a
jimmy which had been inserted near
the lock to pry it open.
Miss Dodge" he asked, might 7
might I trouble you to let me see
your arm?'
Wonderingly she did so, and Ken
nedy bent almost reverently over
her plump arm examining it.
On it was a small dark discolora-
ton, around which was a slight red
ness and tenderness.
THAT" he said slowly, els the
mark of hypodermic needle
AS he finished examining Elaine's
arm he drew the letter from his peck
et Still facing her he said in a low
tone, Miss Dodge-you did write this
letter-but under the influence of the
new twilight Sleep"
why, Craig l exclaimed excited
ly, what do you mean?"
Exactly what I say. With Miss
Dodge's permission I shall show you.
The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1915-01-21

By small administration of the drug,
which will injure you in no way, Miss
Dodge, I think I can bring back the
memory of all that occurred to you
last night. Will you allow me?'
mercy, no." protested her Aunt 10,
sephine, who had entered the room.
Il want the experiment to be tried -
Elaine said quietly.
A moment later kennedy had placed
her on a couch in the corner of the
room.
"Now, Mrs. Dodge" he said, please
bring me a basin and towel"
Aunt Josephine, reconciled, brought
them. Kennedy dropped an antisep-
tic tablet into the water and care
fully sterilized Elaine's arm just above
the spot where the red mark showed.
Then he drew the hypodermic from
his ,pocket-carefully sterilized it,
from the bottle.
Just a moment, Miss Dodge" he
encouraged, as he jabbed the needle
into her arm.
She did not vince.
please lie back on the couch" he
directed. Then turning to us he add
ed, cit takes some time for this to
work. Our criminal got over this fact
and prevented an cutlery by using
ethyl chloride first. Let me recon
struct the scene.'
AS we watched Elaine going under
slowly Craig talked.
'That night" he said, ."warily, the
masked criminal of the 'Clutching
Hand bent over, his arm crooked,
might have been seen down below us
in the ally. Up here, Miss Dodge,
worn out by the strain OF her fathers
death, let us say, was nervously try
ing to read, to do anything that would
take her mind off the tragedy. Per
haps she fell asleep.
The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1915-01-21

AS came up the path to the chem
lstry building I saw through the win
dow that, in spite OF his getting there
early, he was finding it difficult to keep
his mind on his work. It was the first
time I had ever known anything to
interfere with science in his life.
WELL" l exclaimed as l entered,
you are the early bird. Did you have
any breakfast"
l tossed down the letters. He did
not reply. So I became absorbed in
the morning paper. Still, I did not
neglect to watch him covertly out of
the corner of my eye: Quickly he ran
over the letters, instead of taking
them, one by one, in his usual method
lcal way. I quite complimented my
superior acumen. He selected the
dainty note
A moment Craig looked at it in an
ticipation, then tore it open eagerly.
l was still watching his face over the
top of the paper and was surprised to
see that it showed, first, amazement,
then pain, as though something had
hurt him.
He read it again-then looked
straight ahead, as if in daze.
Suddenly he jumped up, bringing his
tightly clenched fist down with a loud
clap into the palm of his hand.
by heaven!" he exclaimed, Il
Wilt"
He strobe hastily to the telephone.
Almost angrily he seized the receiver
and asked for number.
"Wh-what's the matter, Craig!" I
blurted out eagerly.
AS he waited for the number, he
threw the letter over to me. I took
it and read:
professor Craig Kennedy,
"The University, The Heights, City.
Dear Sir:
Il have come to the conclusion that
your work is a hindrance rather than
an assistance in clearing up my
fathers death, and I hereby beg to
state that your services are no longer
required. This is final decision, and
l beg that you will not try to see me
again regarding the matter.
VERY truly yours,
"ELAINE DODGE"
If it had been a bomb I could not
have been more surprised.
I could not make it out.
Kennedy impatiently worked the re-
ceiver up and down, repeating the
number. "Hello-hello," he repeated.
"Yes-hello. Is Miss-oh-good morn
ing, Miss Dodge"
He was hurrying along as if to give
her no chance to cut him off. Il have
just received letter, Miss Dodge, tell
The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1915-01-21

ing me that you don't want me to con-
tinue investigating your fathers death,
and not to try to see you again
about"
He stopped. I could hear the reply.
"Why-no-Mr. Kennedy, I have
written you no letter.
The look of mingled relief and sur
prise that crossed Craig's face spoke
volumes.
miss Dodge" he almost shouted,
this is a new trick of the 'Clutching
Hand I'll be right over"
Craig hung up the receiver and
turned from the telephone. Evidently
he was thinking deeply. Suddenly his
face seemed to light up. He made up
his mind to something, and a moment
later he opened the cabinet-that in
exhaustible storehouse from which he
seemed to draw weird and curious in
struments that met the ever new prob
lens which his strange profession
brought to him.
I watched curiously. He took out a
bottle and what looked like little
hypodermic syringe, thrust them into
my very existence, deliberately walked
out of the laboratory.
I did not propose to be thus cava-
lierly dismissed. l suppose it would
have looked ridiculous to third par
ty, but followed him as hastily as if
he had tried to shut the door on his
own shadow.
We arrived at the corner above the
Dodge house just in time to see anoth-
er -Bennett-enter.
And, Perry" we heard Elaine say,
as we were ushered in, someone has
even forged my name-the handwrit-
ing and everything telling Mr.. Ken
nedy to drop the case-and I never
knew"
She stopped as we entered.
That's the limit" exclaimed Ben
The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1915-01-21

arm, and a voice whispered: "Wait,
you chump" -
It was Kennedy. He had whipped
out his automatic and had carefully
leveled it at the door. Before he could
fire, however, Bennett had rushed
ahead
I followed. We looked down the
hall. Sure enough, the figure of
man could be seen disappearing
around an angle. I followed Ben
nett out of the door and down the
hall.
Words cannot keep pace with what
followed. Together we rushed to the
back stairs.
Down there, while I go down the
'front.'" cried Bennett.
I went down, and he turned and
went down the other flight. AS he did
so Craig followed him.
Suddenly, in the drawing room, I
bumped into figure on the other side
of the portieres. 1 seized him.
We struggled Rip! The portieres
came down, covering me entirely.
Over and over we went, smashing
lamp. It was vicious. Another man
attacked me, too.
"Tve got him-Kennedy!" I heard
a voice pant over me.
A scream followed from Aunt Jo-
sephine. Suddenly the portieres were
pulled off me.
''The deuce!" pulled Kennedy. TITS
Jameson"
Bennett had rushed plump into
me, coming the other way, hidden
by the portieres!
If we had known at the time, our
Michael of the sinister face had
gained the library and was standing
in the center of the room. He had
heard me coming and had fled to the
drawing room. AS we finished our
struggle in the library he rose hastily
from behind the divan in the other
room, where he had dropped, and had
quietly and hastily disappeared
through another door.
Laughing and breathing hard, they
helped me to my feet. 1t was no
joke to me. I was sore in every
bone.
"We1l, where did he go?" insisted
Bennett.
81 don't know-perhaps back there"
I cried.
Bennett and I argued a moment,
then started and stopped short. Aunt
Josephine had run downstairs and
was now showing the letter into
Craig's hands.
We gathered about him curiously.
He opened it. On it was that ave.
some Clutching Hand again. /
Kennedy read it. For a moment
he stood and studied it, then slowly
crushed it in his hand.
Just then Elaine, pale and shaken
from the ordeal she had voluntarily
gone through, burst in upon us from
upstairs. Without a word she ad-
vanced to Craig and took the letter
from him.
Inside, as on the envelope, was
that same signature of the Clutching
Hand.
Elaine gazed at it, wild-eyed, then
at Craig. Craig smilingly reached for
the note, took it, folded it, and I'M
concernedly thrust it into his pocket.
"My God" she cried, clasping her
hands convulsively. and repeating the
words of the letter, YOUR LAST
WARNING!"
(TO BE CONT1NUEDJ
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pyh 1914 by the Star Company Foreign Rights Reserved
SYNOPSIS.

The formation of a partnership as pro-
fessor and aide in crime science between
Craig Kennedy, university chemistry pro-
lessor and Walter Jameson, newspaper
man, is at once followed by their becom-
ing interested in n series of murders by
A master criminal who leaves no other
clue to his identity than the sign manual
of "Clutching Hand" Elaine Dodge
whose father is one of the latest victims
Of the mysterious murderer, witnesses
the beginning of Kennedy's scientific in
Nestigation of the murder.
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1915-09-30
White Oak.

MIR. and Mrs. Bert Parker and Mr..
and Mrs. Guy Flora of Davis City,
came last week to attend the Miller
& Longacre sale, also to visit rela-
tives a few days.
Walter Miller came Monday OF
last week to be present at his fathers
sale, also Ira Miller of Bowling
Green, Mo-, came to attend the sale
and visit relatives.
Mrs. Lawrence Stubs and daugh-
ter who have been visiting at the
Fred Boyce home returned to their
home at Red Oak, Iowa, the latter
part of the week.
Mr.. and Mrs. Leo Dufield left Mon
day for Lineville to visit at the Dave
Duffield home
H. NJ. Havener of Marengo, Iowa,
came Saturday to deliver the address
at the Corn Picnic but on account of
of the disagreeable weather returned
on the afternoon train to his home.
The Corn Picnic was postponed until
Saturday, October 9th.
Mrs. Chloe Greenlee and children
of Cambria came Thursday for few
days visit at the Will Lionberger and
Dwight Snyder homes.
Leo Duffield and Miss Louise Hill
were married Tuesday, Sept. FL. We
offer congratulations.
Mr.. and Mrs. Dave Jackson of near
Humeston came Monday and spent
the day with their son Davey and
wife,
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1915-09-30

Although the expert engineers en-
ployed by the Burlington railroad
were able, after several years time
and the expenditure of nearly $685.
900 to curb the Missouri river at Fol-
som, south of Council Bluffs, where
it would soon have swallowed up the
main line of the road, the engineers
have at last thrown up their hands.
They have called upon the geological
department at Washington to help
them solve puzzle that has develop
ed in the road bed near Villisca and
has already caused the road as much
trouble as it had at Folsom. For sew
eral months the company has been
put to great expense and delay of
trains by slides in two cuts and while
trainload after trainload of dirt has
been hauled away, the slides continue
and lately the steps of passenger
trains passing through the yellow
clay and engines and car wheels all
bear evidence of the slides. The dirt
appears of a spongy character and
will not stay back. The Washington
experts are called upon to solve, if
they can, a mysterious upheaval of
the track. Between Stanton and Red
Oak the tracks for: about an eighth Of
q mile have bulged upward four feet.
Some mysterious pressure keeps the
earth rising and the tracks have
been lowered repeatedly, but the ups
Iheaval continues. sss
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1915-09-30
APPLE CROP IS GOOD.
Large Crop Fair in Quality But Mod
crate Supply of Fine Fruit.

"Iowa has great many apples
this year that are only fair in quality
but we have moderate supply of
very fine fruit, and that in orchards
that have been sprayed carefully"
according to Prof. S. A. Beach, head
of the department of horticulture of
Iowa State College. These orchards
were in the counties of Harrison,
Monona, Mills, Page, Franklin, Des
Moines, and Floyd.
"The Lotspiech orchard at Wood
bine has about 5000 bushels of very
fine apples; the Derr orchard of Mis-
souri, Valley about 10000; the Worth
orchard at Mondamin 5000, and the
Clarinda State Hospital 10000 bush
els; and there are many other such
orchards. So you see the commercial
orchards have done we'll this year. By
the way, to mention another line of
fruit-at Usage, we saw forty acres
of everbearing strawberries, whose
product is now (September) bringing
15c quart Wholesale
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1915-09-30
THE THRICE-A-WEEK EDITIONOF
THE NEW YORK WORLD.
Practically Daily ut the Price of a
Weekly. No Other Newspaper in
The World Gives So Much at
So Low a Price.

There has never been a time when
newspaper was more needed in the
household. The great war in Europe
has now entered it's second year,
with no promise of an end for long
time. These are world shaking events
in which the United States, willing or
unwilling, has been compelled to take
a part. No intelligent person can
ignore such issues.
The presidential contest also will
soon be at hand. Already candidates
for the nomination are in the field,
and the campaign, owing to the ex-
traordinary character of the times,
will be of supreme interest. No 9th
er newspaper will inform you with
the promptness and chcapness of the
Thrice Week edition of the New
York World.
The Thrice-A-Week Worlds regu-
lar subscription price is only $1.O0
per year, and this pays for 1876 pa
pers. We offer this unequalled news
paper and The Leon Reporter to-
gether for. one year for $3.50. The
regular subscription price for the
two papers is $3.50.
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1915-09-30
Does Your Church Need Money?

We have a new plan for raising
money for churches, women's clubs
and other organizations. No invest
ment is required. If your church
needs money, or if you are interested
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The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1915-09-30
Unauthorized Persons Not Allowed.

Unauthorized persons are not al
lowed to accompany the rural free
delivery carriers and the following
from the official Postal Guide will
make the matter clear to all:
Numerous requests have been re-
ceived at the department for permits
family or friends to accompany the
carrier while he is on, duty or for
authority to permit the carrier to en-
ploy a chauffeur to drive him over
the route in an automobile, when
this type of a vehicle is used.
SIN view of the provisions of sec
ton 745 of the Postal Laws and Reg
ulations, requests of the nature indi-
Gated are uniformly refused. The only
persons who are authorized to accom-
pany the rural carriers are postoffice
inspectors and other agents of the de-
partment, upon the presentation of
proper credentials; postmasters, or
their official representatives when
engaged upon postal business; and
road supervisors or commissioners,
having direct charge of the highways
over which rural routes are in opera
ton, when actually engaged in the
performance of their duties in con-
nection with the inspection of the
roads.
"Any exception to these provisions
are not to be made by postmasters,
who are njoined to see that they are
observed, and q carrier who violates
the regulation bearing upon this
matter = subject to discipline. Z
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1915-09-30
What Is Indian Summer?

If this is Indian summer we will
gladly swap it for the imitation of the
real article imposed upon us this year.
Burlington Gazette.
But this isn't Indian summer. Indi-
an summer is not due until the latter
part of October or early in November.
1t will come along some time after
our first snow, perhaps-"squaw Win
ter" so-called-when we have begun
to fear that summer, such as it has
been, has gone for good and all. In
dian summer has been prettily de-
scribed as "the dead summers soul. :"
In a way, it might be spoken of as
summer lingering in the lap of fall
At any rate, it is one of the most de-
lightful times of the year. Beware
of limitations, however. Do not mag
inc that the few good days that may
yet remain of the so-called summer
with which we have been afflicted
during the last few months consti-
tute Indian summer. Indian summer
is something to look forward to not
only with hope, but with confidence.
1t is one of the few things of life
in which realization is fully as de-
Webster tells us that Indian sum-
mer is a period of warm or mild
weather in late autumn or early win
ter, usually characterized by clear
or cloudless sky and by hazy or
smoky appearance of the atmosphere,
especially near the horizon. From
Johnson we have it that the early
colonists believed the haze, with its
blueness or smoke color, was real
smoke from the burning over of west
ern prairies by the aborigines-hence
the name, Indian summer. Century,
however, attributes the name to the
fact that the phenomena of Indian
summer are more distinctly marked
in the region that was chiefly occu-
pied by the Indians at the time the
term became current than they are
in more eastern regions. 1t explains
the haze a little more prosaically
than did the colonists on the ground
that it is simply the dust and the
smoke which are not blown away by
the wind, but float near the earth's
surface.
For all of which information, we
are, of course, duly grateful, but no
photographer can describe the down
right charm of an Indian summer
That has to be experienced in per-
son. And it is fair to expect that, in
view Of the disappointing character
of the white mans summer of 1915,
the Indian summer that follows in
it's wake will be especially full Of
charm Sioux City Journal.