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^^^XSSTOI^BMI-wekkl^ L^M. QRi8rs 80H8. Pubu.h.rr ( ~" # ^"ilg Stwspgtr: J[or tin jromotion of thi political, gonial aflricalfnt;al and (ComntMcial Jnttr<sts of th< {TK^oS'c?i"^,i^.A~ rstabTTsIied 1855. -=rr_ YOBKVILLE, 8. C.,TUE8DAY, FEBRUARY 8, 1910. STO. 11. Synopsis of Prsooding Chapters. Chapter I?Judith Bartelmy, society woman, goes to the office of the Daily Advance to protest against a story which had severely criticised her father, a Judge of the United States court She discovers that the author of the article was Wheeler Brand, a brilliant young writer whom she had promised to marry. He refuses to cease attacking her father. IX?Judith discards her engagement ring. Dupuy, a lawyer, representing big advertisers, calls and demands Brand's discharge, as his clients axe friends of Judge Bartelmy. Ill?Brand is discharged by the managing editor, for the paper, long owned by an Insurance company, had been friendly to corporations. Michael Nolan, who buys the paper, comes in the office and finds Dupuy to be an old enemy of his. IV?Nolan calls for Brand and makes him managing editor. V?Brand tells Nolan and his socially ambitious family that the dishonest judge, Bartelmy, and his unsuspecting daughter have taken them up socially so as to try to induce Nolan not to attack the Judge in his newspaper. VI? Dupuy aids Bartelmy in endeavoring to have Brand and the Advance avoid attacking the Judge regarding a tricky opinion he has rendered in the Lansing Iron case. "Every man has his price, even Brand," says Dupuy. VII?Nolan says if Brand will trap Bartelmy in the act of offering him a bribe to keep silent that the Advance will print the story in full. VIII?Bartelmy agrees to pay Brand {10,000 to keep quiet about the Lansing Iron case. IX.? Pronrt lavs ?ha tran for Bartelmy. X?Bartelmy arrives at the Advance office to pay Brand the $10,000. XI? Brand, aided by three reporters, takes a flashlight photograph of Bartelmy offering the $10,000 bribe money and obtains by a most ingenious telephone trick and accurate record of the judge's words as he counted out the money. CHAPTER XII. Midnight in the rooms of a leading daily paper in a big city is not a time when peaceful slumber is in order for those who are concerned in the business of producing the paper. It Is the * time when trained brains and trained hands are exerted to the extreme limit of their capacity to get the very latest news into shape, into type, into the press, into the mail wagons and "on the street." And it is in the composing room where the brunt of the battle is borne in the final hours in which is completed the record of a world's doings and undoings for a day. Masses of "copy" swirl upward in the tubes or are carried In by boys from the city editorial room. The typesetting machines click, click, click, in unceasing monotony, and the proofreaders scan columns of "green proofs" with a rapidity, when under pressure, that would amaze the "7["hat 'cut us a wonder,, Mac!" I uninitiated observer. The "makeup" men cluster around the cumbersome tables or "stones" on which the forms are made up. lifting the metal lines of type here, making corrections or shifting cuts there and locking the forms to be shunted into the stereotype room, where the paper matrices will be made. When the matrix is placed in the casting box the molten stereotype metal is poured in, and within a very few minutes the cylindrical plates, hardened quickly in the casting box by the pouring of cold water into the Jacket, are locked on the cylinders of the gigantic duodecuple press and ready to whirl off over 100 copies of a paper per second, all printed, pasted, folded and counted. Midnight in the offices of the Advance on the night that Judge Bartelmy's photograph was taken with $10,000 of bribe money in his hands found the stafT of the paper in all departments working as probably they had never worked before, except on election night. The story required considerable time for preparation. The notes of Howard and JefT, the two reporters who recorded the conversation of Brand and Bartelmy, had to be translated from shorthand into English. Then an introduction and a head had to be written, and the art department had to break all previous records in turn Ing out a cut made from the photograph resulting from the flashlight. In the composing room men were working like galley slaves to get the great Bartelmy exposure story' Into the forms. The composing room in the Advance building was a "double deck"?i. e.. a second story had been built in the rear part of the room to accommodate the proofreaders. This second story was really but a half story, extending out over a portion of the composing room, and the walls were partitions, the lower half of wood and the upper half of glass windows. On the lower floor the linotype ma Fourth Novelized by FREDERICK R. TOOMBS From the Great Play of the Same Name by Joseph Medill Patterson and Harriet Ford. 0 0 COPYRIGHT. 19*9. BY JOSEPH MEDILL PATTERSON AND HARRIET YORD. chines were set In rows. A steam table loomed on one Aide. On another table, an ironbound one, rested the galleys containing matter for the night's edition of the paper. At the extreme left of the room a wooden partition shut off the small office that the managing editor used at night when he superintended the makeup proceedings. A door opened Into this small room from the outer hall, close to a door opening from the hall into the composing room itself. At the opposite end of the compartment a door opened into the composing room. In this small lnclosure Brand, the managing editor, had a desk and a telephone. Adjoining the partition, which shut him off from the composing room and on the outside of it, was a desk used by the copy cutters, who cut the pages of manuscript?after they had been pasted together?Into "takes." A take Is one of the sections into which a story is cut, so that several compositors can work on different parts of the same story simultaneously, resulting in the saving of considerable time in setting it up. The typesetting machines clicked off rapidly the words, sentences and paragraphs of the Bartelmy "beat" and the other stories which had to lie crowded into the "mail edition." Brand was in his little room at the right, reading the proof of the introduction of the account of the accusation of the United States judge, which introduction he had chosen to write himself. McHenry, the deposed managing editor and now Brand's assistant, was at the forms with the makeup men. A boy rushed In with a cut for McHenry. The busy editor squinted at it and waved the boy to one side. "Why do they send us this baled hay when we've got a live one?" he said disgustedly. Downs came in from the city room. "That Clinton street fire is getting better every minute," he said to McHenry. "We ought to have at least four columns on it." McHenry glared at the speaker. "Are you crazy, man?" he exclaimed. "Do you think we use rubber type? You'll have to keep it in three." Downs was dissatisfied. "All right This shop is going to the d?V he answered, shaking his head negatively. He went out of the composing room. McHenry went over to one of the makeup stones. "Where are the cuts for the Chicago and Bryan jump heads? I can't find them anywhere," he asked. "Here they are," answered one of the makeup men. "All right. They go there." He pointed to a space In one of the forms as a boy handed him another cut McHenry held up to the light and hurried into Brand's office with it. He laid It proudly on the managing editor's desk. "That's a wonder, Mac!" pronounced Brand. McHenry agreed. "Yes; you can almost count the money in old Bartelmy's hand!" he exclaimed, and he peered closely once more at the metal slab. Brand meditated a moment. "I'm going to change the makeup on tnat page," he decided. "Put this cut at the top of the page, so that when the papers are folded on the newsstands every one that passes by will see Bartelmy offering a bribe of $10,000 to suppress the truth about himself. Is your story all up yet?" "Yes. It's in the form." "Then go finish it off and send it down to the stereotyping room." McHenry turned away. "Won't this make the Patriot sick?" he said as he left. "They'd give the shirts off their backs to beat us on a story like this or to keep us from doing it to them." As McHenry went out of the door into the composing room, Sylvester Nolan dashed into Brand's room from the hall through the other door. The tad was piainiy exciteu, iate snu?ing an amount of animation that, for him, was a decided novelty. His eyes flashed and his breath came in short gasps indicating that he had been hurrying. "Where's my father. Mr. Brand? Where is he?" he gasped. Brand suspected something of the Nolan son's errand. "I'm afraid you'll have to find him," was the only information he chose to impart. Young Nolan drew close to the desk at which the managing editor was working. "Judge Bartelmy wants him," he exclaimed. "The Judge, the judge! Don't you understand?" "Does he?" asked Brand with utmost unconcern. Sylvester grew impatient at his father's employee who dared assume indifference toward his father's only son. "I want to know where he Is," he demanded. "Well, 1 can't tell you." Brand rose and stepped away, with Sylvester following him. "I understand that you are going to publish something about the judge that's beyond the limit," said the son. "Possibly." "Well, this thing's gone far enough," snapped Sylvester. "In the absence of my father I forbid it. Do you hear?" Brand took up a bundle of proofs and moved to the door. "I'm afraid I can't take orders from you." he said, and he stepped calmly out into the composing room. E|jij|jE Sylvester, nonplused, looked about uncertainly for a moment Then, with a sudden thought, he went to the telephone. He placed the receiver at his ear. "Hello! Hello! I'm Mr. Sylvester Nolan. Get me the house on the wire, please." An office boy entered. "What do you mean by trying to prevent me from coming up here?" asked young Nolan. "My orders." "You're discharged." The boy grinned amusedly and hurried out t UaIIa t " AAnHnnaH QvlvfiatAP X1CI1U i IXCilu . vviiwiiiuvu at the telephone. "Is this you, mother? I want to speak to father. I'm at the Advance office. Hell's breaking loose here, and I want him to come down quick. Isn't he there? Where is he? Expecting him any minute? Oh! Jump in a taxi and come down, will you? All right Good!" He hung up the receiver and walked swiftly Into the hall to leave the building. Downs and Brand entered the little room. "There Is a big lire In Clinton's street" the former said. "McHenry won't give me room, but I've got to have It "That's It. The good stuff always comeB In bunches," said Brand, showing his disgust. "What else you got?" "Your cub, Powell, Just came In with a prose poem on a dance hall suicide." "Oct out nr ru throw you out f "Let's see it." The managing editor loo'ked at the story, smiling broadly as he did so. "Send him in." The voice of Edward Dupuy was heard outside. "Is Mr. Brand in there?" "Here; you can't go in there," a voice was heard in warning, and Brand looked up. "Oh, yes, I can," was the cool response, and Dupuy walked in. "Brand, you print that picture of Judge Bartelmy and your paper's as good as dead," he threatened. Brand smiled. "Oh, we'll try to struggle on." "The whole thing was a dirty piece of trickery, and we can prove it." "Go ahead and prove it." "We'll prove It was a faked picture," snarled the lawyer. "What are you going to do?" "Never mind what we'll do." Dupuy now delivered the prize threat that he had saved for use In the last extremity, should It arise, and he was Justified In assuming that It had arisen. "A temporary injunction would certainly issue in a case like this," he said sternly. "I'll get one and close your shop." "Sure! That's the thing! Get Bartelmy to issue one," suggested the managing editor sarcastically. "I will and put a stop to your game! This muck raking mania is sweeping the country' like a disease, breeding madmen everywhere. Brand, this is your finish!" He shook his fist violently. Brand jumped up in anger and strode toward the lawyer lobbyist. "Now, you get out of here or I'll throw you out!" he announced hotly. "You will, will you? You just wait!" Dupuy backed slowly out of the doorway. Brand hastened out Into the composing room. "Mac. they're beginning to squirm already!" he cried. "We'll make them squirm more In the morning," responded the night editor significantly. To be Continued. Xir Members of the Reichstag, in Germany, are paid seven hundred and fifty dollars per session, with a deduction of five dollars for each day of absence. Some months before his death, Victerlen Sardou, passing with a friend the Place de la Madeleine, pointing to | the statute of Jules Simon, said: "There Is nothing uglier than this good man in his frock coat. To erect this hideous monument a charming little fountain similar to the one we see on the other side of the place has been suppressed." And now it has been decided to erect the statute of Sardou on the spot occupied by the other fountain! |fti$cfUancous Reading. GREAT FALL8. Cascade on tha Catawba Mightiest In the 8tate?Government Arsenal. Governor John Drayton, In 1802, published a small volume entitled: "A View of South Carolina as Regards Her Natural and Civil Concerns." Under the head of Cascades, he thus describee the Great Falls: "For quantity of water and grad deur of appearances, perhaps, the CSatawba Falls are the most interesting in the state. They are situated a little above the Rocky Mount, and the approach to them is over the hills, which line the side of the river. On either side the rocks are piled up in a wall many feet high, and the hills rising high above them in sharp conical summits nod over the rupture below. Now the Cktawba is arrested in its course and from a width of one hundred and eighty (180) yards, the river is forced by the hills and rocks on either side to shoot down the 'gulch' in a channel sixty (60) yards wide; collecting its waters, impetuous and noisy. It' thunders down, tumbling over mossy rocks and foaming from shore to shore, wheeling its large whirlpools and glancing from rock to rock with maddening fury, not ceasing its troubled waves until it has leaped over twenty falls in the distance of two and a half miles and precipitated from its height to a depth of ninety feet. Here below Rocky Mount it begins to subside and spread over a channel three hundred and eighteen (318) yards wide, but it is not composed. For miles below rocks are scattered in its way, at times irritating its waters and provoking the rapidity of the stream." as eariy aa u an, mere was a um in? post here which was maintained by the British government until the be-1 ginning of the Revolutionary war. The traders brought such goods as the Indians desired from Charleston and ezchanged them for skins. To prevent cheating all values were fixed, thus': A gun was worth thirty-five deer skins or bear skins; a pair of scissors, onel skin; a yard of cloth, eight skins. TheseI skins were worth many times these values In England. For many years after the Revolution a warehouse was I here. The last keeper of such was one Farrow, whose management extended some years Into the last century. This I post was established some years priori to the first settlement of the county, I which was about 1745. From the Revolution and probably! before it this had been a celebrated! fishery. Shad, carp, as well as red! horse and hog nose and other kinds of I suckers were caught In spear traps,! fall traps and dipnets In great numbers until the early 90's. Since then! the fishing has received little or no at- I tentlon. There was a ready sale on the banks for the day's catch at a re- I muneratlve price. For more than 100 years It has be#fi t the custom for many people of this! and surrounding counties to congregate here on the first Saturday in May. At first fish were served In many ways and in plenty, also music and dancing! formed part of the day's enjoyment Now the crowd drink In the many beauties of nature and hold Inter-1 course with friends. After all the necessary preliminaries by the government It was ordered that a permanent arsenal and magazine be I erected at this place for the convenience of the states of North Carolina, South Carolina and Georgia. In January, 1803, "Ell Whitney, Inventor of the cotton gin," was selected to assist Col. Seuf In choosing the site for the arsenal at Rocky Mount During the years 1803-'04, the total! amount expended at Rocky Mount wail fourteen thousand, four hundred and I forty ($14,440) dollars, being four times the amount expended on the arsenal! and magazine at West Point during! these years. Of this sum three thousand, one hundred and thirty-eight I ($3,138) dollars were for the purchase! (through Gen. Thomas Sumter) of a tract of land in South Carolina for an arsenal. An armory, officers' quarters, barracks for privates, and a magazine! were erected. Gen. Henry Dearborn, secretary of war to Jefferson, laid the! cornerstone for the principal building. I It was called Mount Dearborn for many years. It Is said the last squad I left In 1817. Mills writing In 1826 some time after the enterprise was abandoned, says: I "The United States establishment near! Rocky Mount commands attention al- I so, though now abandoned and in ruins. I This circumstance only tends to make! it more interesting to the traveler. I The buildings erected were handsome I and extensive. The magazine (a conl-1 cal building) has entirely tumbled down. The arsenal Is a substantial I building erected close to the canal I constructed by the state, and is the I only building of the whole that prom-1 ises to be really useful. The barracks! surround the square fronting the offl-1 cers' quarters, a large brick edifice, the! whole erected on a promontory pro-1 Jecting Into the river. Nature furnish-1 es few spots more variously romantic! than this, a noble river rendered more Interesting by the rocks which Impede Its course, the surrounding hills covered with woods and towering above It, all Induce a wish that the project of a military establishment here had succeeded, and this fairy spot had been the abode of refined society." The local tradition Is that this place came within one vote of being the military academy of the United States. Those so inclined may speculate as to the effect on our history If a "great national military academy" wltn all the attendant patronage and Influence had been established on the banks of Catawba like that on the Hudson. This canal was cut to enable boat* to pass around the falls. Work began In 1823 or '24 and continued until It was completed In the early 30's. The cost to the state was about three hundred thousand ($300,000) dollars, and only two boats ever passed through it The locks are of stone and nearly eighty years of weathering have effected but little change In their appearance or strength. Capt. Daniel McCullough of Fairfield, completed a cotton factory and began to operate It In 1849. This was the first In the up-country. It only spun and the operatives were slaves. It paid very well. This was a great nelp during the war. People from a a?s-1 t&nce would come In wagons and camp until they could get their thread. In 1905 the Southern Power company began to build the necessary dame and houses which were completed and the water turned on In 1907. The first power house Is on the old canal and the water after being used, wastes into Big Rocky creek. It la capable of generating forty-two thousand (42,000) horse power. Immediately work began on another dam across the river Just below the mouth of Big Rocky creek, and on a power house of like dimensions and power the other. Then the Great Falls will furnish eighty-four thousand (84,000) horse power of electricity, which Is to be distributed to the surrounding country to run macnmery ana wr lighting purposes. Some other history is connected with the vicinity, namely, the old town, Orlmkevllle, called for Judge J. F. Grlmke, at Rocky Mount, who owned some lots and probably lived there a short time. Also Sumter, after the capture of Cary's Fort, and the British wagon train of some forty wagons camped near this place In August, 1780. Tarleton, pursuing the routed forces after Gates' defeat of the 16th at Camden, came to the river bank and saw the smoke of the camp fires. He camped on the east side, and early next morning forded the river, fell In behind Sumter and caught up with him as he went Into camp at Fishing creek, and made the attack at once, to the very great surprise of the patriots. The result Is well known. A detachment of some three hundred or four hundred British soldiers was sent by Cornwallls. They built two or three strong log houses as a defense. All were under the command of Lieut Col. Turnbull. This was a rendezvous for the Tories, who would plunder the surrounding country. Gen. Sumter attempted to take It on July 30, 1780, but failed. This was at the Rocky -A T X# YTVksasl In Mon-o anr\ Prt 11 muuill. XJ, iu. ruiu 11VITO rier. PIQ 8TICKING IN INDIA. A Heavy Morning's 8port on the Banks of ths Ganges. During the past autumn there occurred a morning's sport with the Meerut Tent club, which was Interesting enough to deserve record, other than that of entry In the log of that well known and most sporting Institution. It was the last day of a fourday meet, on the previous three days of which a total of twenty-one boars had been killed, their hunting having been attended with the usual Incidents and accidents common to th? sport, with one exception, which seemi worthy of mention. A good-sized boar having been speared Indifferently only retired into a thick strip of jhow (tamarisk) which, owing to the thickness of Its stems was unreliable. One or two bold officers forced their way into this thicket on horseback, and were Immediately charged by the boar without being able to spear owing to the branches and other impediments to their spear arms. The honorary secretary, attended by two others, then plunged in on foot, and the three, spear In hand, advanced toward the boar, now thoroughly an gry. As soon as he perceived this new attack he came down a narow path at full speed, and was received by three spear points, and. after a short but exciting struggle was despatched. To return to the original object of these few lines, horses were showing undoubted signs of the previous three three days' exertions, many were lame, and one or two had been cut by the boar. Half a dozen members had returned to Meerut, leaving about a dozen men to tackle what proved to be a very heavy morning's sport. The lines of coolies, about sixty in number, started off beating north along the edge of the Ganges at 7.30 a. m., the three heats being distributed at intervals throughout the line. Shortly after the start a heavy piece of grass was beaten, In which pig were seen the move, but were difficult to keep in sight owing to the thickness of the cover. However, an old and angry boar was soon hotly pursued, and declining to run far, was again put up by the line of coolies, when he hurled himself upon the honored secretary, who received and transfixed him with a ready spear, and he was then given the' coup de grace. No more boar were accounted for In that piece of cover, and the line moved along an arm of the river, which here makes an Island with the main stream. " * A large crocoaue was seen umiuiis ?? the sun on the opposite bank, and an endeavor was made to add him to the bag by means of an old blunderbuss carried by the Tent club shikari, but the bullet went high, and the crocodile was under water before the noise of the report was over. A small patch of elephant grass, high over the riders' heads, and full of porcupine holes under foot, was now beaten, and one boar emerged and gave a good gallop before reaching another piece of cover. Disturbed therein, he emerged and charged the only representative of the civil service who was out at the meet, who though not belonging to the heat which was In pursuit, had followed to watch the fun, and got plenty in return for his trouble, meeting the charge and killing the boar with a beautifully delivery spear. After lunch a photograph of the thirteen boar, the total of the morning's bag, was taken; one horse which had been badly cut on the coronet by a boar, was successfully doctored, and a move was made toward the standing camp three miles away, thus ending a most successful and pleasant morning's sport.?Field. The Other One.?An old Irishman, who had recently recovered from a severe attack of sickness, chanced to meet his parish priest, whom he had summoned during his Illness, to administer the rites of the church to the dying, as he was considered to be near death's door, and the following conversation took place: "Ah, Pat, I see you out again. We thought you were gone sure. You had a very bad time of It." "Yes, yer rlverence. Indade I did." "When you were so near death's door, were you not afraid to meet your God, your Maker?" "No, lndade, your rlverence. It was the other gentleman I was afraid to meet." "THE THIRD DEGREE." Conscience Make# Cowards of Criminals, Is Polica Theory. Whenever the term "Third Degrree" is mentioned In connection with a police case, there Is conjured up In the mind of the hearer a dark and gloomy picture. It Is a phrase that seems to embody all that is mysterious and terrible In police administration, In attempts, not to detect crime, but to fasten. responsibility for a deed upon some prisoner who guilty, has found himself in the tolls of the law. Whenever the police have failed to gather sufficient evidence to fasten a crime upon some prisoner, we hear of the third degree. Whenever a prisoner is obdurate, and falls to confess in face of overwhelming evidence, again we hear of the third degree. What, then, is this mysterious and terrible ordeal through which a man must pass if suspicion sufficient to cause his arrest has fastened upon him? In the llrst place, the third degree originated in remotest antiquity, and reached its greatest development In the Spanish Inquisition. Great was the terror inspired by those terrible inquisitors in Spain, and frightful were the expedients to which they, with flendi9h ingenuity, resorted to force a confession from their victims. This is a matter of history and has been told many times. None of the expedients resorted to by the inquisitors of old, however, are among the stock-in-trade of the modern police official in this city, says the Philadelphia Record. Not that the third degree is quiet diversion or a pleasant pastime. On the contrary, the ordeal is a terrible one. There exists this difference between the modern inquisition and the ancient one: Of old the ordeal was purely physical, today it is altogether mental. In olden times resort was had to red-hot pincers, to the rack, or the telescopic helmet of steel. Today the third degree is psychological and the conscience of the prisoner himself causes him to fall upon his knees, and, admitting all, cry for mercy. To begin with, let it be remembered that "consi .ence makes cowards of us all." That Is the foundation creed of the modern third degree. It is assumed an Innocent man will never confess to a crime he did not commit, no matter what suspicion may have fallen upon him or how conclusive the evidence against him. A guilty criminal on the other hand, can seldom withstand the ordeal of the third degree, when its inquisitors have properly read his character and have made due allowances for his disposition. To.illustrate: About one year ago a church In this city was entered, desecrated and robbed. The thief left no clue behind. From the earmarks of the case, however, suspicion at once was directed against one "Red Nose Mike/' This thing had happened before, and Mike, whose real name is said to be James Wallace, had served time for the offenses. The city was searched for Mike, 'therefore, and sure enough, on November 14, 1908, Policeman Smith arrested the man at Twentieth street and F&irmount avenue. It was one thing to suspect the man, however, and It was an entirely different matter to prove the offense. It may be mentioned In this connection that the police of the large cities usually know who Is responsible for a certain crime, from the manner In which the deed is done. If, for Instance, a cellar Is entered through a hole cut In the wall from an adjoining cellar, It is generally understood either Charlie Blake, or one of his pupils has been responsible for the Job. Blake Is now serving fifteen years. In case an atrocious crime is committed twice, In the same manner each time, It Is a safe guess a maniac Is responsible, for such Is the way of madmen. In case the apparently unprovoked crime Is not repeated, then there must somewhere exist & motive, and the case narrows down. Find the motive. So It goes. To return to "Red Nose Mike." This man is of the lowest type. He is sullen and defiant and will neither talk nor answer questions. Sitting upon a chair, he simply hangs his head, furtively peeping at his questioners beneath his brows. Mike was placed under arrest and locked up In a cell In city hall. None of the time honored methods for detecting crime so prevalent In the action of the day could, of course, with sense, be applied. The only thing that remained was to obtain a voluntary confession from the man himself. It will be observed here the term "voluntary" Is used. How, then, was this done? Mike confessed, and is now serving eleven years and six months in the Eastern penitentiary. In the first place, Mike was placed in his cell. He was not approached or molested all that day, but was left to his own thoughts. He felt rather sure of himself also. At roll-call the morning following his arrest, the cell door was opened, and he was led to the room In which all the city detectives were assembled, all wearing masks. This Is the first step In the giving of the degrees and may be called the first degree. As Mike's name was called he shuffled forward to the bar In a confident manner. His charge was recited against him, and he was told to face the masked men. This done, a voice said, "Anybody know him?" Many of the detectives present did know him, and tney were not ommui about saying so. His entire police record was recited from memory. Mike smiled, for he had done time for all these things, but this was not proving he had been guilty of recent burglary. H? admitted his errors of the past and was then silent. From the room of the detectives, Mike was put through the second degree. He was forced to face all the special policemen from every district of the city, all of them masked. The testimony of these men corroborated that of the detectives, and the police department knew for a certainty they had their man. This was the second degree. Now for the final test. Mike was escorted to the room of Timothy O'Leary, assistant superintendent of police. This room Is on the second floor of the city hall, adjoining that of the director of public safety. Its Is fitted up In a luxurious manner. Upon the floor Is a heavy red velvet carpet. The furniture Is of mahogany and upon the walls are pictures of police officials, famous fires, and so on. All In all, It is a very comfortable place, Indeed. Mike was offered a chair at one side of the largo flat-top desk, and told to make himself comfortable. Opposite him sat Mr. O'Leary, busily attending to the business of the day. No one noticed Mike. This was the third degree. Mike sat and gnawed his finger nails but no one noticed him any more than ii ne aia noi exisu Flnally, after about three hours of this, O'Leary turned to a detective who had stopped to ask a question, and said, 'See that man over there? Well, he Is the cheapest and most bungling burglar In the city." With an oath, Mike sprang to his feet, and pointing his linger at the assistant superintendent, shouted, "It's a He! It's a He! I am as good a burglar as any of them, and I can prove It" Prove It he did, to the satisfaction of all, Including Judge Staake, and he Is now serving time. So much for Red Nose Mike. Now. for the case of Mike Comporto. Comporto Is an Itinerant Italian, charged at the present time with the murder of James Qulnn, a bartender at the saloon of Patrick Qulnn, and of Henry Saylor, a customer of the saloon, upon the night of September 27, 1909. The saloon Is located at 4038 Tork road. Both murdered men had been shot Comporto confessed, and with bis al? leged accomplice, Sabatlno De Macl, la nndar InHIMmant fnr miirrior The case of Qulnn and Saylor was one of the murder mysteries of the day. Clue after clue was found to be worthless. The police found themselves at the end of their resources. Finally, a vagrant Italian visited the saloon?and by the way, a guilty man usually revisits the scene of his crime?bought a drink, told the bartender he "knew' something" and left for parts unknown. This man proved subsequently to have been Comporto. Upon the vague description furnished by the bartender, Italian detectives of the city were put to work and the entire city was searched. Finally these men picked up Comporto and arretted him on suspicion. He was identified by the bartender. This time he knew nothing. Hie claimed a man named Domenlck told him he knew something. But one thing remained to be done, and that was to put the Italian through the third degree. As Timothy O'Leary put it, the detectives watching Comporto day and night and during tlie six days of the ordeal "got as thin as the Italian." For six days the accused man sat In a comfortable chair in one corner of the office of Timothy O'Leary, apparently unnoticed by all. Business of the office went along as usual, casual callers, probably, thinking the silent man in the corner one who had called upon a business matter of his own. Always, however, the detectives were present. Comporto squirmed in his chair, and steadily became thinner. He had plenty to eat, and tfie taken to any theater in town he might desire to visit at night, should the show appeal to him. Always, however, with the detectives by his side. They were with him all night. His board bill was paid by his watchers, and nothing was omitted that would make him comfortable. Every day, however, he was led to the chair and left to his own devices. Every 'phone call, every caller, every letter signed by Mr. O'Leary, In the Imagination of Comporto, had reference to his own particular case. This Inaction finally got on the nerves of Comporto, and he would turn to O'Leary and say: "Ah, say, boss, what you keepa me here for? Me gooda man, vera gooda man." The answer was always the same. "Sure you're a good man. Keep still now. I am busy." Then O'Leary would resume his writing, his 'phoning and his directions to his subordinates. Finally, after the fifth day, Comporto still was obdurate; the detectives had lost much weight, and O'Leary himself was disgusted. Going to the 'phone, he called up his old friend, Warden McKenty, of the Eastern penitentiary. McKenty listened to the recital of the case, and said he would look up his picture gallery and see If a picture corresponding to the description of Comporto could be found. It was Just a suggestion, but the picture was found, and Comporto was discovered to have served time in the penitentiary. Confronted with his photograph, Comporto, over his signature, confessed, having been first told the confession would be used against him. In his confession he implicated De Mad. De Maci was located by means of a cut in his upper lip. A piece of his Hp had been removed in a fight some years ago. It took six days to find De Maci, but he was eventually arrested In Kl' Tlftt PC t i VeS UlfiCk, V7T1 UlCUlwnu Garr and Walsh and Special Policemen, Ford, Belshaw and Palmer. Although before the confession of Comporto little had been discovered against him, his stress of mind was such that he had one day admitted he saw the mythical "Domenick" leave the saloon the day of the shooting. This slight confession seemed to comfort him a little. As soon as he made a full confession, however, and the weight of his secret had been lifted, Comporto began to look into the future and contemplate his punishment with fear. Hence, when confronted with De Maci, he denied his confession. Enough had been said, however, to enable the police to collect evidence. The case will soon come up for trial in the courts in this city. With the educated man of the world the mode of procedure is different Of course, the entire thing varies in accordance with the temperament of the accused. Not long ago a polished, courteous man of the world was en ? ??- aw tertalned, against nis win, m me of Timothy O'Leary. With a quiet smile he flatly told Mr. O'Leary his third degree methods would not affect him. "No, I suppose not," answered O'Leary. "If you do not confess to this swindle, however, we will send your description all over the country, and the United States will not be big enough to hold you." "If that's the case," said the accused man, "and you put It that way, I might as well own up." Own up he did. This is the "Third Degree." A BIT OF DIPLOMACY. An English Official Who Outwittsd a French Admiral. On the foreshore of the Arabian coast Is the strait of Bab-el-Mandeb, at the southern entrance to the Red sea, stands a large white house concerning which the travelers to the far east may hear a curious story. In the middle of the nineteenth century, when M. de Lesseps after many diffl culties had successfully floated the Sues Canal company, the governor of the British port of Aden, about 100 miles distant, was surprised one morning by the visit of a French squadron of very unusual size for that part of the orient, which, having encountered a terrlfflc storm off Sokotra, had put In for repairs. In the mind of the governor curios ity was at once aroused as to the destination of so large a command, a curiosity which Increased as he found It Impossible to extract any further Information from the French admiral or his officers beyond the statement that they were upon an ordinary cruise, an explanation which the former was not the least Inclined to believe. Firm in the belief, therefore, that some political move of great importance was afloat, if not afoot, the governor, in order first of all to gain time, gave orders to go very tortoise-like on the repairs and then set to work to take the Frenchmen off their guard by giving a succession of such entertainments as both his slender means and the awful barrenness of the place would afford. But, though at the end of two weeks the French and British officers had got upon the bes' of terms, the immediate destination of the French squadron remained as much of a mystery to the governor of Aden as before, and in spite of all possible delay the repairs were nearly completed. Now, it happened that the wife of the governor possessed an Irish maid, who had been receiving attentions from one of the French petty officers ?attentions which the girl did not regard seriously. It occurred to the governor that by such mean* something might be learned of his unexpected visitor's plans, and a private conversation between the governor's wife and her maid resulted In another between the latter and her French admirer, by which It was discovered that Perlm Island was the objective point At this information the governor opened his eyes wide Indeed, for. If the Sues canal were cut through. Peri m. as commanding the southern entrance to the Red sea. In the middle of the strait of Bab-el-Mandeb, would be a place of great strategic Importance, over which, without doubt, It was the intention of the Prench admiral to hoist the tricolor. Secretly giving orders, therefore, for a gunboat to Immediately embark a detachment of soldiers and steal away In the night for Perlm island, Q| the governor then announced a farewell banquet and ban for the day but one following, a final act of courtesy with which the Prench admiral would willingly have dispensed, for he was anxious to sail, but which he could not well refuse on account of the use he had made of the British supplies and machinery at Aden. So the dinner and party In due course came off, the governor being In high spirits, because in the meantime he had received the news of the occupation of Perlm, which under the circumstances would surely be followed by the longed for promotion, and the Prench admiral was equally happy, for he hoped on the morrow to add the same important little speck of land to the dominion of his own country, thereby covering his breast with the stars and himself with maritime glory. Next day, after an interchange of cordial farewells, the Prench squadron sailed away to an apparently unknown destination, until, when clear of the land, the course was laid full speed direct for Perlm island. Then what were the dismay and disappointment of the Prench admiral and his officers when, on coming in sight of their destination, they beheld th'A British flar flvlnff and a company of soldiers drawn up to give them a proper salute. It Is said the French admiral was so mortified at being thus outwitted that he first flung his cocked hat overboard and then followed it himself into the sea. Be this as it may, as Perim was clearly already occupied by the British, the only counter move which the French could make was to take possession of a strip of the foreshore on the opposite Arabian coast, where they built the fortified white house in question, but as the place was entirely at the mercy of the guns on Perim Island it was shortly abandoned, to remain to this day as a monument of a French admiral's undoing.?Exchange. THE COBRA 8TONE. A Ceylon 8tory About the Reptile and Its 8hining Lure. Every one knows that Ceylon is famous for the amount of queer and rare precious stones found in the sands of its dried up rivet beds. Among these is one called "chlorophane," a rare variety of fluor spar, which shines at night with phosphorescent light There has long been a tradition among the natives that a certain species of cobra makes use of this stone to attract Insects in the darkness. Indeed, the noma oHvan it In "nala?kallsr." or cobra stone. A scientist resolved to test this wonderful story during a stay in the island, bo offered any cooly 6 rupees to point out a stone carrying cobra. In about a week an old Tamil came in and offered to show him one. He followed this guide, and, sure enough, there, under an Immense tamarind tree, he saw a little point of steady greenish light and could faintly distinguish behind a cobra colled and slowly waving its head from side to side. It would have been desperately dangerous to approach the reptile, and the cooly begged him not to do so, saying that next night he would himself get the stone. He did so, and in rather clever fashion. Before dark he climbed into the tree, carrying a large bag of ashes. After nightfall the cobra turned up, as usual, and deposited Its treasure, which It carried In Its mouth, before it Thereupon the cooly emptied his bag of ashes over the shining object and the frightened repine arier & wna out fruitless search crept back Into the jungle. The cooly descended, searched the ashes, found the stone and received his promised reward.?London Telegraph.