Crawfordsville Weekly Journal, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 24 August 1894 — Page 6

FROM THE RINKS.

By CAPTAIN OHAELES KING.

(Copyright, 1894, by the J. B. LippLncott Co.]

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"Loak here, captain," said Rollins, •with another rush of color to his face, "you don't seem to fancy Misa Beautien, and—she's a friend of mine, and one I don't like to hear slightingly spoken of. You said a good deal last night that—well, wasn't pleasant to hear." "I know it, Rollins. I beg your pardon. I didn't know then that you were more than slightly acquainted with her. I'm an old bat and go out very little,

"Why didn't you tell vie Miss Beaubien teas out here last night?" but some tilings aro pretty clear to my eyes, and—don't you bo falling in love with Nina Beaubien. That is no match for you.'' "I'm sure you never had a word to say against her father. Tlio old colonel was a perfect type of the JFrench gentleman, from all I hear.'' "Yes, and hor mother is as perfect a •type of a Chippewa squaw, if she is only a half breed and claims to bo only a Sixteenth. Rollins, there's Indian blood enough in Nina Beaubien's little "finger to make mo afraid of her. She is 'Btrong as death in love or hate, and you must have seen how she hung on JerTold's every word all last winter. You must know she is not the girl to be lightly dropped now." "She told me only a day or two ago they were the best of friends and had never been anything else," said Rollins hotly. "Has it gone that far, my boy? I had not thought it so bad by any means. It's no use talking with a man who has lost his heart. His reason goes with it.'! And Chester turned away. "You don't know anything about it," was all poor Rollins could think of as a suitable thing to shout after him, and it made no more impression than it deserved.

As has been said, Captain Chester had decided before 7 o'clock that but one course lay open to him in the matter as now developed. Had Armitage been there he would have had an adviser, but there was no other man whoso counsel he cared to seek. Old Captain Gray was as bitter against Jerrold as Chester himself and with even better reason, for he knew well the cause of his little daughter's listless manner and tearful eyes. She had been all radiance and joy at the idea of coming to Sibley and being near the great cities, but not one happy look had he seen in her sweet and wistful face since the day of her arrival. Wilton, too, was another captain who disliked Jerrold, and Chester's rugged sense of fair play told him that it was not among the enemies of the young officer that lie should now seek advice, but that if he had a friend among the older and wiser heads in the regiment it was due to him that that older and wiser head be given a chance to think a little for Jerrold's sake. And there was not one among the seniors whom he •could call upon. As he ran over their names Chester for the first time realized that his ex-subaltern had not a friend among the captains and senior officers now on duty at the fort. His indifference to duties, his airy foppishness, his conceit and self sufficiency, had all served to create a feeling against him, and tjiis had been intensified by his conduct since coming to Sibley'. The youngsters still kept up jovial relations with and professed to like him, but among the seniors there were many men who had only a, nod for him on meeting. "Wilton had epitomized the situation bv ^saying he "had no use for a masher," and poor old Gray had ono day scowlingly referred to him as "the professional beauty."

In view of all this feeling, Chester would gladly have found some man to counsel further delay, but there was

i:none.

He felt thai he must inform the

colonel at onee of the fact that Mr. Jtrlold was absent from his quarters at the time of the firing, of his belief that it was Jerrold who struck him and sped past the sentry in the dark, and of his conviction that the sooner the young officer was called to account for his strange conduct, the better. As to the episodes of the ladder, the lights and tho form at the dormer window, he meant, for the present at least, to lock them in his heart.

But ho forgot that others, too, must have heard those shots, and that others, too, would be making inquiries.

CHAPTER VI.

A lovely morning it was that beamed on Sibley aud tho 1 road and beautiful valley of the Cloudwater when once the sun got fairly above tho moist horizon. Mist and vapor and heavy cloud all Beamed swallowed up in tho gathering, glowing warmth, as though the king of day had risen athirst and drained tho welcoming cup of nature. It must have rained at least a little during the darkness of the night, for dew there could have been none with skies so heavily overcast, and yet tho short, smooth turf on tho parade, the leaves upon the little shade trees around the Quadrangle and

all the beautiful vines here on the trelliswork of the colonel's veranda shone and sparkled in the radiant light. The roses in the little garden and tho old fashioned morning glory vines over at the east side were all aglitter in tho flooding sunshine when the bugler came out from a glance at tho clock in tho adjutant's office and sounded "sick call" to the indifferent ear of the garrison.

Once each day at 7:30 a m. the doctor trudged across to the hospital and looked over the half dozen 'hopelessly healthy" but would be invalids who wanted to get off guard duty or a morning at the range. Thanks to the searching examination to which every soldier must be subjected before he can enter the service of Uncle Sam and to the disciplined order of the lives of the men at Sibley, maladies of any serious nature were almost unknown. It was a gloriously healthy post, as everybody admitted, and, to judge from the specimen of young womanhood that came singing "blithe and low" out among the roses this same joyous morning, exuberant well being was not restricted to the men.

A fairer picture never did dark beauty present than Alice Renwick as she bent among the bushes or reached high among the vines in search of her favorite flowers—tall, slender, willowy, yet with exquisitely rounded form slim, dainty little hands and feet graceful arms and wrists, all revealed in the flowing sleeves of her snowy, weblike gown, fitting her and displaying her sinuous grace of form as gowns so seldom do today. And then her face—a glorious picture of rich, ripe, tropical beauty, with its great soulful, sunlit eyes, heavily shaded though they were with those wondrous lashes beautiful, too, in contour, as was the lithe body, and beautiful in every feature, even to the rare and dewy curve of her red lips, half opened as she sang. She was smiling to herself as she crooned her soft, murmuring molody, and every little while the great dark eyes glanced over toward tho shaded doors of bachelors' row. There was no one up to watch and tell. Why should she not look thither and even stand one moment peering under the veranda at a darkened window half way down the row, as though impatient at the nonappearance of some familiar signal? How came the laggard late? How slept the knight while here his lady stood impatient? She twined the leaves and roses in a fragrant knot, ran lightly within and laid them on the snowy cloth beside the colonel's seat at table, came forth and plucked some more and fastened them, blushing, blissful, in the lace fringed opening of her gown, through which, soft and creamy, shone tho perfect neck. "Daisy, tell my fortune, pray:

Ho loves mo not—he loves me,"

she blithely sang, then, hurrying to the gate, shaded her eyes with the shapely hand and gazed intently. 'Twas nearing 8—nearing breakfast time. But some one was coming. Horrid I Captain Chester, of all men! Coming, of course, to seo papa, and papa not down yet, and mamma had a headache and had decided not to como down at all—she would breakfast in her room. "What girl on earth, when looking and longing and waiting for the coming of a graceful youth of 2G, would be anything but dismayed at tho substitution therefor of a bulky, heavy hearted captain of 46, no matter if he were still unmarried? And yet her smile was sweet and cordial. ""Why, good morning, Captain Chester. I'm so glad to see you this bright day. Do come in and let nie give you a rose. Papa will soon bo down." And

"Do conic in and let me give you a rose." she opened the gate and held forth one long, slim hand. Ho took it slowly, as though in a dream, raising his forage cap at tho same time, yet making no reply. He was looking at. her far more closely than lie imagined. How fresh, how radiant, liow fair and gracious and winning! Every item of her attire was so pure and white and spotless every fold and curve of her gown seemed

charged with subtle, delicate fragrance, as faint and sweet as the shy and modest wood violet's. She noted his silence and his haggard eyes. She noted the intent gaze, and the color mounted straightway to her forehead "And have you no word of greeting for me?" she blithely laughed, striving to break through tho awkwardness of his reserve, "or are you worn out with your night watch as officer of the day?"

He fairly started. Had sho seen liim then? Did she k^pw it was ho who stood beneath her window he who leaped in cliase of that scoundrel ho who stole away with that heavy telltale ladder? And knowing all this, could sho stand there smiling in his face, the incarnation of maiden innocence and beauty? Impossible! Yet what could she mean? "How did you know I had so long a vigil?" he asked, and the cold, strained tone, the half averted eyes, the pallor of his face, all struck her at once. Instantly her manner changed.

Ch, forgive mo, cajitain. I see you

are an worn out, ana arm Keeping you here at the gate. Come to the piazza and fit down. I'll tell papa you are here, for I know you want to see him." And she tripped lightly away before he could

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ply and rustled up the stairs. Ho could hear her light tap at the colonel's door and her soft, clear, flutelike voice. 'Papa, Cajitain Chester Is iiere to see you.

Papa, indeed! Sho spoke to him and of him as tiiough he were her own. He treated her as though she were his flesh and blood—as though ho loved her devotedly. Even before she came had not they been prepared for this? Did not Mrs. Maynard tell him that Alice had becomo enthusiastically devoted to her stepfather and considered him the most knightly and chivalric hero she had ever seen? He could hear the colonel's hearty and loving tone in reply, and then she came fluttering down again. "Papa will be with you in five minutes, captain. But won't you let me give you some coffee? It'sall ready, and you look so tired, even ill." "I have had a bad night," he answered, "but I'm growing old and canaot stand sleeplessness as you young people seem to."

Was she faltering? He watched her eagerly, narrowly, almost wonderingly. Not a trace of confusion, not a ign of fear, and yet had he not seen her and that other figure? "I wish you could sleep as I do," was the prompt reply. "I was in the land of dreams 10 minutes after my head touched tho pillow, and mamma made me como homo early last night because of our journey today. You know we are going down to visit Aunt Grace, Colonel Maynard's sister, at Lake SabIon, and mamma wanted me to bo looking nij' freshest and best," sho said, "and I never heard a tiling till reveille."

His eyes, sad, penetrating, doubting, yet self doubting, too, searched her very soul. Unflinchingly the dark orbs looked into his, even pityingly, for sho quickly spoke again: "Captain, do come into the breakfast room and have some coffee. You have not breakfasted, I'm sure."

He raised his hand as though to repel her offer, even to put Hur aside. Ho must understand her. Ho could not be hoodwinked in this way. "Pardon me, Miss Renwick, but did you hear nothing strange last night or early this morning? Were you not disturbed at all?" "I? No, indeed!" True, her face had changed now, but there was no fear in her eyes. It was a look of apprehension, perhaps of concern and curiosity mingled, for his tone betrayed that something had happened which caused him agitation. "And you heard no shots fired?" "Shots! No! Oh, Captain Chester, what does it mean? Who was shot? Tell me!"

And now, with paling face and- wild apprehension in her eyes, she turned and gazed beyond him, past the vines and the sliady veranda, across tlio sunshine of the parade and under tho old piazza, searching that still closed and darkened window. "Who?" she implored, her hands clasping nervously, her eyes returning eagerly to his face. "It was not Mr. Jerrold, He answered coldly. "Ho is unhurt, so far as shot is concerned.'' "Then how is he hurt? Is ho hurt at all?" she persisted, and then as she met his gaze her eyes fell, and the burning blush of maiden shame surged up to her forehead. She sank yipon a seat and covered her face with her hands. "I thought of Mr. Jerrold naturally. Ho said lie would be over early this morning, was all she could find to say. "I have seen him and presume he will como. To all appearances, he is the last mail to suffer from last night's affair," he went on relentlessly, almost brutally, but she never winced. "It is odd you did not hear the shots. I thought yours was tho northwest room—this one," he indicated, pointing overhead. "So it is, and I slept there all last night and heard nothing—not a thing. Do tell mo what the trouble was.

Then what was there for him to say? The colonel's footsteps were upon the stair, and tho colonel, with extended hand and beaming faca and cherry welcome, came forth from the open doorway. "Welcome, Chester! I'm glad you've come just in time for breakfast. Mrs. Maynard won't be down. Sho slept badly last night and is sleeping now. What was tho firing last night? I did not hear it at the time, but the orderly and old Maria, the cook, were discussing it as I was shaving." "It is that I came to see you about, colonel. I am the man to hold responsible. "No prisoners got away, I hope?" "No, sir. Nothing, I fear, that would seem to justify my action. I ordered No. 5 to lire. "Why, what on earth could have happened around there—almost back of us?" said the colonel in surprise. "I do not know what had happened or what was going to happen." And Chester paused a moment and glanced toward the door, through which Miss Renwick had retired as soon as the colonel arrived. The old soldier seemed to understand the glanco. "She would not listen," he said proudly. "I know," explained Chester. "I think it best that no one but you should hear anything of tho matter for the present until I have investigated further. It was nearly half past 3 this morning as I got around hero on 5's post, inspecting sentinels, and came suddenly in the darkness upon a man carrying a ladder on his shoulder. I ordered him to halt. The reply was a violent blow, and the ladder and I were dropped at the same instant, while the man sprang into space and darted off in the direction of No. 5. I followed quick as I could, heard the challenge and the cries of halt and shouted to Leary to fire. He did, but missed his aim in the liasto and darkness, and the man got safely away. Of course there is much talk and speculation about it

around the post this morning, for'several people heard the shots besides the guard, and, although I told Leary and others to say nothing, I know it is already generally known." "Oh, well, come in to breakfast," said tho coloneL "We'll talk it over there.'' "Pardon me, sir, I cannot. I must get back home before guard mount, and Rollins is probably waiting to see me now. I—I could not discuss it at the table, for there are some singular features about tho matter." "Why, in God's name, what?" asked the colonel, with a sudden and deep anxiety. "Well, sir, an officer of the garrison is placed in a compromising position by this affair and cannot or will not explain. "Wrho?" "Mr. Jerrold, sir." 'Jerrold 1 Why, I got a note from him not 10 minutes ago saying he had an engagement in town and asking permission to go before guard mounting, if Mr. Hall was ready. Hall wanted to go with him, Jerrold wrote, but Hall has not applied for permission to leave the post" "It is Jerrold who is compromised, colonel. I may be all wrong in my suspicions, all wrong in reporting the matter to you at all, but in my perplexity and distress I see no other way. Frankly, tho moment I caught sight of the man he looked like Jerrold, and two minutes after tho shots were fired I inspected Jen-old's quarters. Ho was not there, though the lamps were burning verc low tlio Bedroom, ana liis bed had not been occupied at all. When you see Leary, sir, he will tell you that he also thought it must be Mr. Jerrold." "The young scapegrace! Been off to town, I suppose." "Colonel," said Chester quickly, "you—not I—must decide that. I went to his quarters after reveille, and he was then there and resented my visit and questions, admitted that ho had been out during the night, but refused to make any statement to me. "Well, Chester, I will haul him up after breakfast. Possibly ho had been up to tlio rifle camp or had driven to town after tho doctor's party. Of course that must bo stopped, but I'm glad you missed him. It of course staggers & man's judgment to be knocked down, but if you had killed him it might have been as serious for you as this knockdown blow will be for him. That is the worst phase of tho matter. What could he have been thinking of? He must have been either drunk or mad, and he raroly drank. Oh, dear, dear, dear, but that's very bad—very bad—striking the officer of tho day! Why, Chester, that's the worst thing that's happened in the regiment since I took command of it. It's about tho worst thing that could have happened to us. Of course he must go in arrest. I'll seo the adjutant right after breakfast. I'll bo over early, Chester." And with grave and worried face the colonel bade him adieu.

As he turned away Chester heard him saying again to himself, "About the worst thing ho could have done—the worst thing he could have done!" And the captain's heart sank within him. What would the colonel say when he knew how far, far worse was tho foul wrong Mr, Jerrold had done to him and his?

CHAPTER VII.

Before guard mounting, almost half an hour before his usual time for appearing at the office, Colonel Maynard hurried into his desk, sent the orderly for Captain Chester, and then the clerks in the sergeant major's room heard him close and lock tho door. As the subject of the shooting was already under discussion among the men there assembled, this action on the part of tho chief was considered highly significant. It was hardly fivo minutes before Chester came, looked surprised at finding the door locked, knocked and was admitted.

The look on the haggard face at the desk, the dumb misery in the eyes, the wrath and horror in it all, carried him back 20 years to that gloomy morning in tho casemates when the story was passed around that Captain Maynard had lost a wife and an intimate friend during the previous night. Chester saw at a glanco that, despite his precautions, the blow had come, the truth been revealed at ono fell swoop. "Lock the door again, Chester, and come here. I have some questions to ask you.''

The captain silently took the chair which was indicated by a wave of the colonel's hand and waited. For a moment no word more was spoken. The old soldier, white and trembling strangely, reseated himself at the desk and covered his face with his hands. Twice ho drew them with feebly stroking movement over his eyes, as though to rally tho stunned faculties and face the trying ordeal. Then a shiver passed through his frame, and with sudden lift of the head ho fixed his gazo on Chester's face and launched tho question:

"Choster, is there any kindness to a man who has been through what I liavo in telling only half a tale, as you have done?"

Tho captain colored red. "I am at a loss to answer you, colonel," ho said after brief reflection. "You know far more than you did half ail hour ago, and what I knew I could not bear to tell you as yet.'' "My God, my God! Tell me all and tell

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at once. Here, man, if you need

stimulant to your indignation and cannot speak without it, read this. I found it, open, among the rosebushes in the garden, where she must have dropped it when out there with you. Read it. Tell mo what it means, for, God knows, I can't believe such a thing of hor."

He handed Chester a sheet of note paper. It was moist and blurred on the first page, but tho inner pages, though damp, were in good condition. The first, second and third pages were closely covered in a bold, nervous hand that Chester knew well. It was Jerrold'B writing beyond a doubt, and Chester's

face grew "hot as lie read, and nis heart turned cold as stone when ha finished the last hun-ied line:

MY DARLING—I must see you. If only for a moment, before you leave. Do not let this alarm you, fo:- tho more I think the more am convinced it is only a bluff, but Captain Chester discovered my absence early this morning when spying around as usual, and now he claims to have knowledge of our secret. Even if ho was on the terrace when I got back it waa too dark for him to recognize me, and it seems impossible that he can have got any real clow. Ho suspocts, perhaps, and thinks to force me to confession, but I would guard your name with my life. Be wary. Act as though there were nothing on earth between us, and if we cannot meet until then I will be at the depot with the others to see you off, and will then have a letter ready with full particulars and instructions. It will be in the first thing I hand to you. Hide it until you can safely road it. Your mother must riot be allowed a glimmer of suspicion, and then you are safe. As for me, even Chester cannot make the colonel turn against me now. My Jealous one, my fiery sweetheart, do you not realize now that I was wise in showing her so much attention? A th«isand kisses. Come what may, they cannot rob us of the past.

HOWARD.

I fear you heard and were alarmed by the shots just after I left you. All was quiet when I got home.

It was some seconds before Chester could control himself sufficiently to speak. "I wish to God the bullet had gone through his heart!" he said. "It has gone through mine—through mine! This will kill her mother. Chester, cried the colonel, springing suddenly to his feet, "she must not know it. She must not dream of it. I tell you it would stretch her in tho dust, dead, for sho loves that child witli all her strength, with all her being, I believe, for it is two mother loves in one. She had a son, older than Alice by several years, her firstborn—licr glory he was —but the boy inherited the father's passionate and impulsive nature. Ho loved a girl utterly beneath him and would have married her whon ho was only 20. There is no question that ho loved hexwell, for he refused to give her up, no matter what his father threatened. They tried to buy her off, and si 9 scorned them. Then they had a letter written, while he was sent abroad under pretense that lie should have his will if ho came back in a year unchanged. By Jove, it seems she was as much in love as he, and it broke her heart. Sho went off and died somewhere, and he came back ahead of time because hor letters had ceased and found it all out. There was an awful scene. He cursed them both— father and mother—and left her senseless at his feet, and from that day to this they never heard of him, never could get the faintest report It broke Renwick—killed him, I guess, for he died in two years, and, as for the mother, you would not think that a woman so apparently full of life and health was in desperate danger. She had some organic trouble with the heart years ago, they tell her, and this experience has developed it so that now any great emotion or sudden shock is perilous. Do you not see how doubly fearful this comes to us? Chester, 1 have weathered one awful storm, but I'm old and broken now. This—this beats me. Tell me what to do.''

The captain was silent a few moments. He was thinking intently. "Does she know you havo that letter?" he asked.

Maynard shook his head. "I looked back as I came away. She was in tho parlor singing softly to herself at the very moment I picked it up, lying open as it. was right there among tho roses, the first words staring mo in tho face. I meant not to read it—never dreamed it was for her—and had turned over the page to look for tho superscription. Thero was none, but tliero I saw tho signature and that postscript about the shots. That startled me, and I read it here just before you came and then could account for your conduct—something I could not do before. God of heaven, would any man believe it of her? It is incredible! Chester, tell me everything you know now—even everything you suspect. I must see my way clear."

And then tho captain, with halting and reluctant tongue, told his story— how he had stumbled oil tho ladder back of the colonel's quarters and learned from No. 5 that some one had been prowling back of bachelors' row how he returned there afterward, found the ladder at the side wall and saw the tall form issue from her window how he had given chase and been knocked breathless, and of his suspicions and Leary's as to the identity of the stranger.

The colonel bowed his head still deeper and groaned aloud. But he had still other questions to ask. "Did you see—any one else at the window?" "Not while ho was there." "At any time, then—before or after?" And the colonel's eyes would tako no denial. "I saw," faltered Chester, "nobody. Tho shade was pulled up, whilo I was standing there, after I had tripped on tho ladder. I supposed tho noise of my stumble had awakened her.'' "And was that all? Did you see nothing more?"

"Colonel, I did seo afterward a woman's hand and arm closing tho shade." "My God! And she told me she slept the night through never waked or heard a sound!" "Did you hear nothing yourself, colonel?" "Nothing. When sho came homo from tho party, sho stopped a moment, saying something to him at the door, then came into the library and kissed me good night. I shut up the house and went to bed about half past 12, and h6r door was closed when I went to our room.'' "So thero were two closed doors, yours and hers, and the broad hall between you?" "Certainly. We have the doors open all night that lead into the rear rooms and their windows. This gives us abundant air. Alice always has tho hall door closed at night.'' "And Mrs. Maynard, was sho asleep?" "No. Mrs. Maynard was lying awake and seemed a little restless and disturbed. Some of tho women had been giving

her some hints about Jerrold and fretting her. You know she took a strange fanoy to him at the start. It was simply be-

"I saw the signature and that postscript about the shots." cause he reminded her so strongly of the boy she had lost. She told me so. But after a little she began to discover traits in him she did not like, and then his growing intimacy with Alico worried her. She would havo put a stop to tho doctor's party, to her going with him, I mean, but tho engagement was made some days ago. Two or three days since sho warned Alico not to trust him, she says, and it is really as much on this as any other account that wo decided to get her away, off to seo her Aunt Grace. Oh, God! How blind we are! How blind wo are!" And poor old Maynard bowed his head and almost groaned aloud.

Chester rose, and in his characteristic way began tramping nervously up and down. There was a knock at the door. "Tho adjutant's compliments, and 'twas time for guard mount. Would the colonel wish to see him before he went out?" asked the orderly.

v*ft?

"I ought to go, sir, said Chester. "I am old officer of the day, and thero will be just time for me to got into full uniform. "Let t'.iem go on without you," said Maynard. "I cannot spare von now. Send word to that effect. Now—now about this man—this Jerrold. What is the best thing we can do? Of course I know what he most dej-erves, but what is tho best thing und a!l the circumstances? Of course my wife and Alice will leave todr.v. She was still sleeping when I left, and, pray God, is not dreaming of this. It was nearly 2 before she closed her eyes last night, and I, too, slept badly. You havo seen him. What does he say?"

[TO BE CONTINUED.1

SWAMPED IN A SQUALL. Yaclit Goes Down and Eight Men Loie Their Lives.

ST. JOHN, N. li., Aug. '42.—Tuesday's yacht race for the corporation cup resulted in putting mourning into at least eight families. Five yachts started out with a good stiff breeze. Nothing of importance happened until the yachts had rounded the last buoy and were homeward bound, when all were becalmed. To the westward plain indications of a storm could be seen. In a short time the storm came with rain and a high wind, followed a few minutes later by a hailstorm. The yachts had their sails all set when the storm struck them. In a short time tho yachts w-ere all out of sight, with the storm raging furiously. The Maple Leaf was some little distance oft' frouf» the others and was the lirst to receive the benefit of the squall. The crew made an effort to take in sail, but before they could accomplish this work the topmast was carried awav. The Primrose was well inshore when struck and she lasted but a few minutes. She was thrown on her beam ends. and in an instant she plunged. bow lirst. to the bottom. Eight of those on hoard are missing and are undoubtedly drowned. As the storm subsided the people on the tugboat Lillie discovered that one yacht was missing and immediately got up steam for a search for the missing yacht. Alter going about a quarter of a mile four men in close proximity were found swimming about in the still heavyrunning sea. They were picked up after having been in the water over half an hour. The rescued men cannot tell anything about the accident. They were all-swimming about the wreck of the Maple Leaf, which was but 100 yards off the Primrose, so thoroughly panic-stricken that they don't know exactly what happened. The other four yachts sustained more or less damage.

Among those drowned is Samuel llutton, one of the best-known oarsmen in the world. He was a member of tlve celebrated Paris crew which won fame on both sides of the Atlantic a quarter of a century ago. The drowning of llutton makes the fcir^t break in this crew, which, although they have not sat in a boat since the Philadelphia centennial regatta. !io!d to this day the world's record in a scratch-mile race.

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