Plymouth Tribune, Volume 8, Number 4, Plymouth, Marshall County, 29 October 1908 — Page 3

A Political

By WELDON Vi:

T iHIS is a new and engaging work of fiction from the pen of a popular western author. It is a

story of the hour and deals with themes and incidents of every-day national life as we find it about us. It is a story that goes into the depths

of tragedy and rises to the heights of strong emotion. It is sentient with powerful humanity. Its central figure is such a man as has been the model theme of many a timely pen. The heroine is a lovelj' girl whom circumstance and fate arm with the power to meet her destiny with a strong devotion that gilds this great story with rare closeness to the truth and courage of a noble nature. The political' element of the story is well devised and handled in a masterly manner, showing how the field of politics is one that can be used to advantage to themselves and. disadvantage to others, by schemers who know how to control the voters of a community. The' timeliness of the theme will appeal to all readers, who at the present time are interested in the great national issues now so prominently before the public. The reader will find this serial very entertaining in its details and its plot motive is strong and intensely dramatic We commend the story for its peculiar originality of treatment and the satisfactory ending, while true worth is rewarded and the plots of the schemer defeated. All should read it. It- is a rare work of fiction.

CHAPTER I. The great city was looking for a man a missinp man. The newspapers bad published columns concerning his mysterious evanishment and printed his picture times without number. Friends and acquaintances had searched everywhere for him, and the police department, powerful, on-pressing, had brought imo play all its efficient machinery for, back of the impelling motire were the mandate, ths direction, the influence of the master-will of a great political "boss' Gideon Hope. It was. Gideon Hope's brother, Everett nope, aged 2o, br-ght, buoyant, on the threshold of smiling yet majestic manhood, who had dropped from view as though abruptly blotted out of existence. He had left no trail like a bird in the air, a stone in the water, a simoonbreath in desert wastes. In the midst of bustling activity, in the very heart of the mighty mftropolis, in broad daylight, he had walked to some mysterious doom that had buriei, had obliterated him completely. From a certain public street corner, at a definite hour and minute, he had been lost to the sight of mortal man, and there was no clue to motive, whereabouts or fats, although a fall week had passed by. They were men of strength, courage and character these Hopes. Gideon had come to the city twelve years before, a brawny, bronzed 6on of toil from the northern rolling milis district, it was said. Rumor had it that, the scion of a milliondire ling of industry, he had dropped with falling fortunes into the pit of hard, manual labor. He had the air, the appearance, tbe dignity of a man, who with equal grace and deftness, could deal an anvil stroke that would split a ten-inch steel beam, or clasp a diamond bracelet about the dainty wrist of a duchess. Gideon had become the timekeeper for a great iron fhop in the city, then its superintendent, and then a man with a nameless position, bnt extravagant salary the censor, the directing magaate, who hired or discharged all employes at will. One spring election he turned the political tide of municipal affairs by marching eighteen hundred laborers to the polls and voting them as one man. Thenceforth he held the dominant party in the hollow 'of his hand a giant playin with an eggshell. The next year he was herrt, soul, center, of the most formidable po?itical organir-Uion that ever controlled the destinies of a great commonwealth. Gideon Hope asked for no reward, seemingly; he demanded no office. With his strong, ruling face and grim, set manner, he was content to lurk sinister at the core of every political movement, to hold the strings that controlled men and million his puppets. His word was law, his will supreme. This man, with his harsh, hard face and crisp, repellent manner, however, had one tender spot in his nature his brother, Everett. His fellows had noted his cold eye flicker when he spoke of him. .When, later, he introduced among them a fair, delicate flixed-haired youth, all gentleness and courtesy a strange contrast to himself there were pride in his eye and devotion in his smile. It seemed Impossible that they could be of kin, so widely dissimilar were they. And now. upon this fond brother, Gileon centered every hope, lavished all tiie affection of a deep, repressive nature. He had "worked the wires' for others too well he knew the steps that would lead Everett !Ioe to the portals of success and the companionship of millionaires. He marked out his plan like setting the stakes for a political campaign initially, familiarity with business men and business methods, credit-man in a great trust establishment, where Gideon had "the pull" to place whom he would, a' secretaryship, and then care, cleverness, manipulation, and Everett was a made man. It was In pursuance of this plan that, on a fair first day of June, Everett Hope undertook the simple duties of a commercial reporter, entering the service of the great Dunstreet Agency.- His routine would throw him among mighty and mall, the man of means and the one struggling to keep alive the penny-shop enterprise it was as an outcome of this same direct plan that, one brifat afternoon in July, Everett Hope met a mysterious and mournful fate. If Gideon Hope felt the terror and suspense of that awful week, Then police activity seemed ever on the verge of some hideous discovery, he showed it not. The city was flaming with the passion and ardor of a great political issue. Within the limits of twenty-four hours might lay tbe ruin of the dominant wing of the party. A schism had been provoked and Intensified, and the eye of every "heel?r," as of every man of note, was fixed on the movements of his political opponents. But the adherents of the Hope faction were sanguine. An able general, never' yet baffled or defeated, was at his post, they well knew, and there might be a bitter battl, but who could doubt the victory? It was the afternoon upon which the Tote was to be taken that would make Hope supreme in twenty-seven wards, or master of none. He had bis enemies, and he knew it. He laughed them to scorn, yet within the apparently cool, crafty man of politics, there flamed a volcano f hidden, consuming emotion. Above the Medusa-head of strife and faction there hovered to his fancy hauntingly, continually the sweet, pathetic face of missing Everett Hope. As te passed through tbe city hall on his. way to the place of convention, Gid

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J. COBB eon rid himself of the servile throng at his side and heels. He turned into a corridor, and past a door, the "Open Sesame" to which was known to very few of lower position than a county commissioner. Gideon came into the presence of the chief of police in his private office, immobile und placid of face as wonted, yet his lira crushed a rob as he threw himself irto a vacant chair. "No news," said the official, promptly and sadly. "It is strange. replied Hope. The chief shook his head seriously. "We are at a dead wall no clew, he went on; "we have traced your brother's movements down to three o'clock in the afternoon of the day of his disappearance.' Gideon was shading his fac.e, iron set, with one palm. "Go on, he said, in a tone strangely subdued, for him. "Your brother started out on his work at ten o'clock. He had his customary grist, comprising eight inquirks as to the credit standing of as many business firms. He went to seven. "To seven, murmured Gideon, mechanically. "Yes, bowed the chief: "we traced him, found that out positively. "And tbe eighth?" "We do not know.' "How?" Tbe official repeated his declaration. "Why do you not know what was the eighth firm?" "The Consolidated Silver Company" G.deon looked up, shrewdly. "Tbe rotten stock corporation that dragged in half a million and went to the wall;' he quickly inquired. "The same a stench in the nostrils of every honest man ! You know the game? They hired a big vacant factory, fenced it in mysteriously, and proceeded, according to popular supposition, to make silver to order. They were closed up the day after your brother had them on his list next evening, officers and manual equipment disappeared. leaving a few useless machines, some 'bogus metal mixtures, and a big load of debts." Gideon moved wearily. The public prints had detailed the giant failure in a spectacular way. and the particulars were still fresh in his mind. "My brother went there that day?" he, half-consciously, murmured. "We don't know that," explained the chief; "and, perhaps, hardly. You see. it mas shut up tight practically abandoned. Some of the officials were flitting about the premises, off and on during that day, but we have no reason to think your brother really went there. I visited the place. H's empty enough. XJjey haven't found a thousand dollars in assets. Tb big vault has not been opened yet, but of course those swindlers left nothing of value there. Receiver going to break the locks this afternoon." The chief talked on, more to distract his visitor's attention from hi3 main source of anxiety than anything else. Gideon arose, with a sigh. "Well, if you find any trace at any time let me know at once," he said. "Trust me for that!" assured the official. Gideon Hope was a man to tie to. Besides, his magnetism really caught the chief. Hope went on to the political meetirg. Soon he was the center of attention and pivot of action. Around his table and chair, on the right hand side of the stage, buzzed and flitted the captains of precincts, while the chairman rapidly rushed business along, and the masses in the hall harangueil, bickered and perspired. The critical moment arrived. Masked harmony had so far prevailed. Now came the putting of the motion that Gideon Hope must defeat, by a masterful struggle, with opponents howling, battling for existence. Each faction 6trove for the floating vote, which, at the beck of caprice or bribery, would turn the balance. G:deon sat watching for tbe instant to arrive when, with a gesture of his powerful! arm, the enunciation of twenty impressive sentences, he could carry the mob by storm. He had superb confidence in bis ability. Iiis eye was awake, every sense on the keen alert. He sat waiting for his cue. A touch caused him to turn. "What?7 he said, sharply, as though a dagger-thrust had touched his vitals, for he read disaster in the interruption. His hands trembled slightly, and a dull pallor wreathed bis firm-set lips. It was his friend, the chief of police, who stood by his side. "You told me to come at any time, you know," he stammered apologetically. "Yes! yes!" half whispered Gideon, his tone quite eager and harsh, cracked and dry. "We've found out something." "What?" The query came with pistol-shot quickness. "Or, rather, we have found somebody." "Whom?" The word was a hollow gasp. "Your brother." Gideon Hope swayed then, recovering, sat stiff, erect again. "Dead?" "Dead." "When where? Tell me!" The body of the hall was in riot. The chairman was pounding with his gavel what were they, the interests of politics, the guidance of a commonwealth, to Gideon Hope at that supreme moment? Soaoe

men were tumbling over chairs and tat los to reach their leader. "Tell me!" again said he, fixing his eyes on the grave-faced chief, with a shudder. The official bent over whispered ten words in Hope's shrinking ear. The gTeat political, boss cowered like a child and hid his white face in his nerveless, powerless bands. "Hope!" "Quick are you daft, man?" Political leaders had reached his side, pouring into his ear the vital announcement that the question of the hour had been put, and the opposition were pres ing them sorely. "Check the stampede up on your feet, man your old self!" panted a breathless Congressman, "or the day is lost !" They tore away Gideon's shielding hands, revealing a face grown gray, and dusky, end old in a moment. His gaze was vacant, uncomprehending. He swept . 1 . 1 ! 1

out one nana ana wavea tuem usiue. "lie's stricken, gentlemen," explained the chief, in a low tone "he's heard bad news, and " "What's that to yonder mcb!" howled a palpitating alder-nan. "Are we sold did he sell us? One word, and he could have stayed the tide! And now! " A ycli like that of n pack of hungry, victorious wolves rent the air. The opposition had split the rariv. Gideon Hope's power was gone he was buried deepfathoms deep in tht oblivion of discredit and neglect, in a single moment. Never again to lift his face with its old proud expression as king and leader never again to raise his voice in eloquent defense of party principles. lie walked from the hall like a man in a dream, forevermore haunted with the horrible picture the whispered words of the chief of police had conjured up. For that official had told him that they had burst open the massive steel door of the vault of the rotten, exploded Consolidated Silver Company, to find one asset Dead, murdered Everett Hope! (To be continued.) PHILIPPINE COAL MINES. Japanese aud ecroe DI the Fuel j on Ilfttun Inlantl. i After ten years ppctit in tue Thilip- j pines, the last five of which have been passed on liatan Island, where the government coal mines are located, says the Washington Post, W. II. Penney, employed by the quartermaster's department of the army as suiterintendeiit of the mines, is making his first visit to Washington. Mr. Fenney's home is. iu Dorchester, Mass. "Batau Island is located south of Manila, about two days' Journey by water from that city," said Mr. Penney at the Raleigh last night "The government reservation Is on the west half of the island and the mines cover considerable territory. I cannot say that life In Jiatan Iswi wild round of hilarity. In the live years I have been there I do not think there have been ut any one time more than seventeen white persons, two of whom were women, wives of government employes, on the island. The employes in the mines are Japanese and negroes, the latter natives of the island. About the only thing one does besides work is tc inspire. He starts early In the morning and keeps It up until the next morning and then start a gala. "You can readily understand, I presume, that In a community of seventeen white persons one does not have many social duties or enjoyment". The food we get Is mostly canned stuff both vegetables and meat We do get sonic frozen beef from Australia, but by the time it arrives at Batan most of the good has been frozen out of it- The only fresh vegetables wo have Is the potato. In the face of this uieuger sa;p!y of nourishing food it is remarkable that the health of foreigners is generally good, although long residence makes one somewhat aeuemlc. I have been shivering from the cold ever since I struck San Francisco. "I should not advise any one to go t.i the Philippines in the hope of bavin money. About the only employes who save money in the Philippines are school teachers, who live on rice and potatoes. Out in the provinces one t&u save some money, but when he gets to the cities he is seized with a wild desire to spend it all, and in Manila prices are so high for any decent kind of existence that money does not last long. There is not a good hotel in Manila and one must establish a mess if he wants to live well. "Agulnaldo, 1 understand, is living quietly on his farm, n few miles from Manila, and declares that he wants for nothing except to be let alone. . lie realizes the hopelessness of stirring up any agitation. In my opinion, there never can be another insurrection in the Philippines." Where Price It tin Hlffb. "The late II. O. llavemeyer," said a sugar jobber of New Orleans, "possessed In a marked degree the kindly virtue of charity. On my last visit to New York it was some months before the panic I spoke harshly of a millionaire who had been accused of double dealing in connection with a bank. "'Well now, said Mr. llavemeyer, 'let us not condemn this man unheard. Remember that his guilt has not yet been proved, nor has he told 'his own side of the story. Then Mr. llavemeyer laughed and said that in the most 'untoward conditions accused men were often nble to clcir themselves. He said a young girl a woo!', or so after Christmas complained LUte-ly to her mother : "'Mamma, I doubt If I shi'.ll be happy with George. I fear he Is deceptive and false.' "'Why, darling, what do you mean?' i tbe mother asked. "Well, mamma,' said the young girl earnestly, 'you know that collnrpln he gave me for Christmas? lie swore tc me that he paid $25 for it, but in Blffany's to-day I saw Its exact counterpart for $.".' "'Ah, but my child,' said the mother with true charity, 'you must remember how very religious George is. Undoubtedly he bought the pin at a church fair.' " Ilrothcr Dicker's SnylnffN. You not only got ter be keerful er de fire in dls worl, but keep n watch out fer whar it's blazln in de next. De sayln' is dat w'en you gives ter de po you lends ter de Lord, but you mustn't waste tine figurin on how. much Interest you'll git on de investment. Look out w bar you gwiue In dls worl'. Even Satan won't wade too fur in deep water, kaze he well know dat de flra would be out. Atlanta Constitution. There has been a noticeable Increase. In the negro population of New York City recently, and most of It is settling on the upier west side of Manhattan Island. Vermont gets the credit of being the granite State, but Pennsylvania lead? In the production of stone, with nearly 14 per cent of the total to her credit

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Th V V Tale of iJ Pelec

) By Will Levington Comfort

CIIAFTF.Il XVII. (Continued.) All that had been serene partook of Btrange disorder now. Negley should have made a rt ere this to reach him. The power that devastated the city and with unspent violence swept the morne might I hav reached three leagues at sea! Savs , that the gray was unchangeable in the i roof of the world, he could not believe j that all this was one day. Lara ; would never forgive him for being whole, ' at the price of her mother's eyes ! There j seemed no adjustment possible for this ' cruel play of his service. He called the mother's name softly, but his words made no impress ca'ied in frenzy at last, and felt her shudder in his arms. "Boy !' "Yes, yes." "Tell Lara that thre wi: ao yesterday no last night! And lea.-! me here in the dark !" . . How long afterwards 1 j never knew, ! but he awoke to find himself uttering incoherent sentences. The woman was quite dead. The hours crew on into ! eternity, but the gray still lived in the iky. He loosened his arm, and the blood ru&hing into the strained limb bore with j it a thrashing pain. The water had tool- . cd, but he did not put his burden down. lie had not yet fathomed the extent of her surrender, nor the signet and color of her personality upon every word she had spoken. He heard a cry from Lara, and doomed it the encroachment of personal madness. Scornfully he answered. Again the voice of the woman! He arose and called lr-r name. A I mauow uarsenea tue oriucc, unu ue aw Lw lady in the sky It may be in this marvelous wrld, where men carry on their .wars ajd ;heir wo;ngs, some pursuing their little ways of darkness, some bursting into blooms of valor and tenderness it may be that after the most exaltftd passage of agony aud terror, two of Earth's people were returned to each other in the strangeness of these. One swooning at the curb of an ancient cistern, under the hot leaden sky, the falling sea before, and Pelee, with his tens of thousands slain, on her right hand ; the other in the pit below, standing in the cooling water, and calling upon her to forgive him for failing in that which only the gods could do. It may be that in the collection of Earth's tableaux another such fifa is curled away from another age and t not her cataclysm. "Niver you worry your hcarrt, sorr," called Macready, to whom the voice of his friend had brought imperious consciousness, man-wise, instead of collapse. "Th faint is nothin. 'Tis a fortune fur thim as can faint fur joy, an' no harrt in ut, sorr. Have you th' strent' t' do th' overband up th chain, wit' th' fairest av tin t'ousand at th' top, sorr?' Constable placed his burden upon the stone slabs, caught the chain, and pulled himself free from the water. His weight was a mountain. The five days had done what four had not played havoc with the one hundred and ninety pounds of manhood which struggled upward under Macready's cheers, and fell across the rim of the cistern into Macready's arms. Lara awoke and found Constable bending over her. Her eyes rested upon his lacerated hand, upon the swollen veins in hi3 throat and temples. She saw blood upon his clothing, blisters upon his neck, sweat and mire upon his face. The reality came that he was praying for her to forgive him because bet mother had died in his arms. "Peter, my beloved !' she murmured. "You say that mother " She halted, for the grief uprose in its fullness in her mind. The day had put a look of horror in her eyes that months would not efface. Hut jhere was no mortal hurt upon her. Her nostrils, lips, hands all moved in their way of dear perfection. Some time she would see that he bad done bis best. Though he had failed in all else, he had saved this masterpiece from harm. "But if I had not come back, she never would have known," he pleaded. "And she forgave me I'm quite sure as you'll forgive me" "vhat are you snying?'' she cried suddenly. "What do you mean? It is horrible, but I came thinking to find you all lying here as they are In the city all dead and down and I have found my lover living !" Macready and Ernst, afar off, watched the puffs of smoke and steam rise like gray-white birds from the ruins. "Ernst, lad," said the other, "th boss an th' l'adin' lady are havin' an intellechooal repasht in th' cittcr av th sta-age, be th' ould well. Hear ia moind you're a chorus gurrl, an' conduct yoursilf in accord.' CHAPTER XVIII. The Madame was Rteaming dov;n from Rasse Terrc to Saint Pierre. It was the third noming after the tragic eighth of May. On the evening after the eruption the ship had torched Fort de France, and left the natives there to join Father Damien's colony. Then the Madame was dispatched to Dominica, where Constable cabled to New York for officers and men to complete the ship's company, and succeeded also in reaching Mr. Stansbury by cable, with the word that his daughter had been saved, before the planter could get passage for the Whited Sepulchre. Constable and Lara were sitting together at the cabin door in the sunlight and soft winds. The girl wore a robe purchased ready-made in Rasse Terre. It was white and lustrous, a strange native fabric, which tbe man regarded with seriousness and awe. This was an item in the first consignment of feminine apparel he had ever had the honor to purchase. The joy was full and rare. "I come to you empty-handed and very soiled from the heat of the journey, sir," she bal told him; "but father will reimburse you.'" "Father will be allowed certain privileges, but not that." he had replied, and many were the booties, flounces, ribands, and mysteries which they drew, together and apart, from tbe treasure houses of little Rasse Terre. Peter was in white, too, of a freshness only found on shipboard. His right hand was in the swathed tat; which denotes repairs, and a thickness of lint was fitted nnder his collar. There was, too, a drawn look about his mouth and eyes, to which the recuierative forces had not yet attended. Negley, multifariously bandaged, was on the bridge, in company with a new officer, secured temporarily at Dominica. The captain was unable to walk, but signified his intention 6f healing alnve decks. Constable was regarding the sad face before him, and the beauty of it had made him dumb for several moments. "Lara," he said finally, "we'll make the pilgrimage together . to Saint Pierre or the place !" "She was very beautiful and very proud our mother!" the girl whispered unsteadily. "She told you to leave her there in the dark, so that we would never see how changed she was. I know bow she felt." Lara, Peter and Crusoe made their arduous way up the cluttered road into the Raa de Rivoli. A smoky charna!. Saint Pierre, made human only by the lamentations of those who had come down for heir dead from Morne Rouge and the hills. The wind was still ; and the sun shone through silent towers of smoke, and it was noon. No one had spoken tor sev

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eral minutes. The fruit shop had fallen in part. The stone arch remained, although the wooden door had been levelled and partly devoured by fire. Crusoe remained outside with Lara, while Peter went in to see if the place was safe. They heard his steps upon the stones, the rattle of falling plaster. The waiting was jn before he appeared and beckoned. They followed him into the little stone shop. A breath of coolness still lingered iu the dim place, and the fruity odor of spilled wine. The ash-covered floor was packed hard, and still was damp from tbe gusts of rain through the open door and the broken-backed roof. Steady as a clock ticking there was heard the "drip, drip" from somewhere among the merciful shadows, where the old soldier of France was sitting. "Lara, dearest, I should have spared you this. Must you go farther?" Peter whispered. "Crusoe aud I will be only a moment." "I am going, too," the girl answered. The three climbed over tbe heap of stones, which was the rear doorway, and entered the court from whence the song birds had flown. Across 'the drifts of ash, into the dark beyond, they made their way. Constable leading, Crusoe last. They were sitting together the lovers. She had beea listening, like Desdemona, as he "spake of most disastrous chances battles, sieges, fortunes." Soronia had been tie first to ace the sinister face of Iago at the door! She had bent forward and covered in her arms the face of her soldier, her painter of pictures. Thus they had fallen the adventurer in the shelter of the golden vine. Pelee had covered them with dust each particle of covering dust fresh-wrought from the fire in which the stars were forged. "Don't touch, Crusoe!" Peter warnd. Samethisg ih the tone caused the man who was accustomed to do as ho pleased to forbear from hi3 investigations. After all, his own life had been spared because Constable had taken him captive, and ttu trip had paid. Crusoe did not understand what was between the millionaire and the revolutionist. It occurred to him at last that this something must have been greater even than dollars ; yet he was not sure. The look upon Constable's face as he led the woman isto the sunlight was that of fortunes lost! Crusoe left them there, and made his own way back to Fort de France, to wait for his ship. He was happy to be alive, but he carried a crowning mystery in his brain. This had to do with a millionaire's generosity on the one hand, and a millionaire's perversity on the other. After all, he acknowledged that he knew less of Constable than when he left New York. Peter and Lara had descended nearly to the shore when she said: "If your strange friend had not come into our lives, we could never have known each other as we do now. We might have loved and gone our way, without knowing all that it means to be human, without knowing ell that our hearts could make us do." "It all worked out lik a mosaic for j'ou and me, Lara. Our valiants fell about us, but we were left. Always in our greatest need a man arose to help Rreen, Negley, Ernst, little Denny - "Wae there work for Pugh to do?" she asked. "Ah, Pugh the weak sister ! He kept you from going into the harbor too soon! I shall pay him and let him go his way to-night in Fort de France. The sea is a strange mistress to mother two such sons as the lion Negley and the poor little jackal Pugh! Sweetest Lady, I am in love with you and the world ! Rear witness that I forgive Pugh aye, forgive Mondet! See, down, the Rue Victor the, wreck of Los Colonies! The little editor was there, perhaps, writing his paragraphs od the st.inchness of Pelee! Once, Lam, my mother said, 'Peter, some'time you will breathe the breath of life!' I know what she m?ant now. I wonder how she knew?" "Mothers arc close to the heart of things." There were tears in her eyes. To the right of them, among the ruins, a wailing woman had found her own. They had traversed the Morne derange. The sun bathed the fields. The wreck of the great plantation house was hunched closer to the gr.und. As he nenred the rim of the cistern, Peter halted suddenly by the stricken lianas, and beckoned Lara back. The well curbing was broken away, and the earth for yards surrounding had caved into the pit. "Mondet was right, after all. about the earthquake," he said. Without speaking, they stood there for several moment i. Then Peter took her hand and led her back toward the boat at the Sugar Landing. Night had fallen. lip through the streets of th? capital, they strode, the man and woman. Casements were oicn to the stars and the sea, but the people Acre dull with grief. Martinique had lost her first-born, and Fort de France, the gentle sister of Saint Pierre, was bowed in the spirit of weeping. They had loved and leaned on each other, this boy and girl of the mother island. Through the silent crowds Peter and Lara walked, r-'part of the silence, passing the groves and towers, where the laws of France are bora again for the little aliens; treading streets of darkness and moaning, streets of light and tears. A field of fire-lights shone ahead, their red glow sinning upon new canvas. This was the little colony of Father Daraicn brands plucked from the burning of Saint Pierre. They passed the edge of the bivouac. A woman sat nursing her babe, fire-light ujou her face and breast, drowsy little ones alout her. Coffee and nightair and quavering lullabies; above all. beautiful Josephine in marble, smiling dreamily among the stars. It was the most potent instant of Constable's life; some great joy or thrilling tragedy was breathing upon his heart. He saw a tear upon the cheek of Lara. The voice of Father Damien came from the distance: "Go thy way, eat thy bread with joy, and drink thy wine with a merry heart; for God hath already accepted thy works. Let tny garments be always white; and let not thy head lack ointment. Live joyfully with the wife whom thou lovest, all the days of thy life " There was a cry from behind. It was from the lips of the woman with the bal at her breast. She had caught the garments of Lara ir. her hands, and, half kneeling, with her face toward Peter, she exclaimed in a voice of joy: "lie is come! He is come!" The silent camp uprose with a shout of gladness. The remnant of Saint Pierre pressed about the man and woman, crying, laughing, kissing their hands. Constable had not dreamed of such glorifying gratitude; and yet he was humbled to tears. These were so few, and Saint Pierre so vast ! "Father Damien," he said, when his voice came to him, "we are come to take you out to our ship " "Not on the ship, but here now!" the old priest cried. "It is the moment of ten thousand years!" And ko they were restored to each other, in the midst of their devoted, in the fire-light, beneath the Seven Palms and the blessings of the Empress. ( Tu e End.) A self chalking chalk line is the latest addition to the carpenter's kit

SIEJTELIK II AND HIS PEOPLE.

lllfflitr 3Ionarch of Abysslnln Who Welcome CI lllaalion. Few mightier menarens than Menelik II of Abyssinia ever swayed the destiales of a people. Throughout the vast territory of the Abyssinian highlands his individual will is law to some millions of subjects, laws also to hordes Df savage Mohammedan and pagan tribesmen without the confines of his kingdom. Ills court includes no coun;llors. Alone throughout the long rears of his reign Menellk has dealt with all domestic and foreign affairs Df state. But now this last splendid survival af the feudal absolutism exercised and enjoyed by medieval rulers is about to disappear . beneath encroaching wavea Df civilization, which long spare nothing picturesque. Cables from far off Addis Abeba, Menelik's capital, bring news that he has formed a cabinet and published the appointment of ministers of war, finance, justice, foreign affairs, and commerce. And this change has come not from the pressure of any party or faction within his kingdom, for such do not exist ; but out of the fount of his own wisdom, a wisdom so sound as to prove him a most worthy descendant of the sage Hebrew King Menelili claims as ancestor, if indeed more proofs aw . 11 KIXO M Erf ELI K II. were necessary than the statesmanlike way in which he has dealt with jealous diplomats, and the martial skill with which, at Adua in '90, he defeated the flower of the Italian army and won from Italy an honorable truce. Whether or not the claim of Menellk that he is lineally descended from a son supposed to have been lorn to the Queen of Sheba and King Solomon of old is true, and there Is no real reason to doubt it. It Is certain that in race type Abj'ssinlans plainly resemble the sons of Israel, crossed and modified with Coptic, Ilamlte and Ethiopian blood, and to this day cling closely as the most orthodojc Hebrew to some of the dearest Israelltish tenets, notably In their antipathy to pork and to other meat not bled lefore dead, to observance of the Sabbath and the rite of circumcision. And this notwithstand ing that the Abysslnlans have been Christians since the fourth century of this era, when, only eight years after the great Constantine decreed the recognition of Christianity by the state, a proselyting monk came among them with faith so strong, heart so pure, and eloquence so Irresistible, that single handed he accomplished the conversion of the Abyssinian race. Old Fashioned Breakfast. How dear to my heart is that scene of my childhood Which fond recollection recalleth to view; The damask-clad board with its lavishly piled ' food, Delect.tble fare my young appetite knv'w. The thick, juicy bee&teak, the omelette by it, The crisp, fried potatoes, seductively brown, The rampart of toast with "the marmalade nigh it Ambrosial breakfast, where now thy renown? The ' old-fashioned breakfast, our forefathers' breakfast. The long-ago breakfast of vanished renown. Those rich-tinted waffles, how toothsome and tender, Their dimpled delights on those mornings of yore; IIoy oft to their delicate charms I'd surrender. How sweet the libation I'd over them pour. How calm the content that would softly enfold me. As each' melting mouthful slipped lusciously down. And how I'd have sorrowed had any one told me That opulent breakfast would lose its renown. The old-fashioned breakfast, our forefathers' breakfast. The long-ago breakfast of vanished renown. How bleak is this modern repast of the morning. It difTereth far from the feast of my dream, That succulent fern the bare table adorning, I yearn to devour with sugar and cream. I'm weary of hay, predigested and shredded. On health-giving sawdust I look with a frown, The 'pangs of dyspepsia are less to be dreaded Oh, bring back tbe breakfast of ancient renown ; The old-fashioned breakfast, the dear, deadly breakfast, The long-ago breakfast of vanished renown. Hut is there no hope? Must I ever continue On flakes of dried science to nourish my brain? While "vigor" and "force" feed my muscle and sinew. My poor, patient palate petitions in vain. Dear meal of my youth, with what rapture I'd hail thee, Could I but before thy abundance sit down ! With keenest enjoyment I'd haste to assail thee. Thou memorial breakfast of blessed renown ; The old-fashioned breakfast, our forefathers' breakfast, w The long-ago breakfast of vanished renown. Richmond News-Leader. Coats Sometlilug, "There's no use talking about it a chronic disease is an expensive thing to have." "That depends. Mine never cost me anything." "What's your trouble!" "Kleptomania." Cleveland Leader. Tempting Fate. "What Is your line of work? I can see plainly that you are due for a breakdown." "I guess you're right, doc. I've Just written my 400th motor novel." St Louis Post-Dispatch.

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A total of 4,654 children are enrolled in the public schools of "Wells County. John Hamilton, of Lanerty Center, Wells County, Is still clinging to his straw hat and says he will wear it until Bryan is elected to the presidency. Prof. A. H. Veazey, formerly of the Coesse schools, itjw taking a medical course in Chicago, has been appointed to a position In the Chicago Health Department. Suit has been filed at Warsaw to compel Eft Sharp, former County Auditor, to return to the county treasury' $2,000 which it is alleged he has ille gally retained. Mary Spurgjn, who was granted a divorce from her husband, Frank Spurgin, in the Bartholomew Circuit Cciurt recently, was married to Alonzo Spurgin, her husband's brother, in Columbus the following day. Elmer Baughart has fded suit at Warsaw demanding $2,000 damages from William McXamara alleging that the latter's automobile frightened Baughart's horse and caused a runaway in which Baughart was painfully hurt. George Morris and Thomas Botts were crushed to death near JShelbyville while pulling props In Miami mine No. 1. The slate fall was so heavy that workmen were five hours recovering the bodies. Morris' wife and children are on their way from England to Seeleyville. Botts was married. A pocket knife saved the life a? Maynard Hine, a young farmer, who was buried under a bank of gravel near Auburn. He was loading gravel into a wagon when a large bank caved In on him. lie managed to get hold of his knife and dug his way to safety. His right leg was broken and he was seriously bruised. Ethel Logsdon, 17 years old. Jumped from a third story window at the Wellington Hotel in Evansville and will probably die from injuries received. The girl was employed as a waitress. One of the men boarding at the hotel attempted to enter her room at night about 10 o'clock, and when the girl saw the door breaking she Jumped from the window. The Intruder has escaped. John B. WY Davison, a wealthy sa loon keeper, of Muncie, has been sued for divorce by Mrs. Elizabeth Davison, who asks $10,000 cash alimony, saying her husband is worth many times that tim. The wife charges neglect and ether forms of cruel treatment, among these her husband's failures to take her to places of public entertainment The couple, who are well known, have been married thirty-five years. Out-of-town distributors of samples and advertising matter will face a fine of from $10 to $30 when they come to Alexandria unless they comply with the terms of a newly-enacted city or dinance which fixes an almost prohibitive license for this class of work. The fees range from $5 a day to $230 a year, and it Is considered likely that the house-to-house method of distrib uting advertising matter, especially from other cities. , will be stopped. The ordinance does not apply to distribut ors who reside or have an office In Alexandria. Edward Clark, of Shelbyville, has been bothered with chicken thieves for several weeks, and he hit upon a plan which has probably ended It A few days ago he obtained a stick of dyna mite, which he placed under a small peach tree, the roosting place of several chickens. Two Iron pegs were driven in the ground and a crowbar was laid across the pegs. Strings were attached in such a way that when touched the crowbar would fall, strike a small cap and ignite the stick of dynamite. This was done an evening or two ago, and many feather were found under the tree, which showed that a thief had entered and got hold of a chicken when the trap worked. It is thought that Clark will have no more trouble with thieves. John Howarth, of Columbus, Is believed to be the oldest house painter in the State. He celebrated his eightysecond birthday anniversary recently and is as active as a man twenjy-five years younger. His son. Prof. !ra W. Howarth, is a member of the faculty of Chicago University, and is away on leave of absence for a year to fill an appointment from the Governor of Illinois as secretary of the newly created educational commlsison there. Professor Howarth decided to come over from Springfield and surprise his father on his birthday. When he arrived in Columbus he learned that the aged man was painting a house for John Clark at Nashville, Brown County. The painter was called home to attend. the festivities arranged in honor of his birthday. He hurried through the day's program and went btck to Brown County to finish painting the house. While boring a well at the County Infirmary near Madison, a strong flow of gas was struck at a dept of 98 feet, causing a suspension of operations. When lighted, flames shot up eight feet Louis Rail received word recently of the drowning of his brother. Otto Rail, formerly of Terre Haute, while fishing at Montevidlo, Minn. The message gave no details. Rail was a member of the police force when he lived in Terre Haute. Roy Smelser, a farmer youth of 18, held at Rushville on the charge of making counterfeit money, tells the police he was doing it "for the fun of teh thing." Roy has made a number of clever inventions. The bogu coin consists of nickels and quarters. Milton Speicher, farmer near Warsaw, raised 4,500 bushels of onions this year, and sold them at an aver age price of 34 cents a bushel. The Baltimore & Ohio Railroad Company has sent a switch engine to the north part of the county to care for the heavy shipments of onions. The Milan factory of the J. Wilier Canning Company, of Cincinnati, has closed. It had been In operation about I six weeks. The failure of the tomato crop, as- well as otner crop3, Is the cause of the shutdown. Because Earl Easterday, 12 ye its old, would not get out of Byers Bns. poultry bouse in Logansport when ordered, but danced around and taunteu Charles Stout, the manager, the latter picked up the youth and threw him out the door. The lad landed on the ground, and his collar bone was broken Stout has been arrested.

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shop in Fort Wayne, left last week and in a note says that gambling ha4 put him down and out Dr. John B.-Harper, one of th old est physicians in Southern Indiana, died at his home near Evansville, aged S2 years. He was born in Cincinaati, Ohio. A passenger car on the Northwest ern traction line was knocked off tho track by a Vandalia freight train at Frankfort. Many passengers ver thrown into a panic, but none was In jured. John J. Godfrey and Miss Edith SI. Beckes were married at Fort Wayne a few days ago. Mr. Godfrey is the son of the late John Godfrey, the last prince of the Mairni tribe of Indians. He attended the Carlisle Indian school and is now employed In the knitting mills In Fort Wayne. . Tho Massy coal mines, seven miles south cf Petersburg, opened last week after a shutdown since March, caused by the backwater of the Tatoka river '"caving" the roof. The.nc-w vein Is seven feet and nine inches thick. The mine is owned by the Peacock Coal Company of Indianapolis. The safe in the Shirley State Bank, which was burned recently, was expressed to Hamilton, Ohio, In order to have it forced open. It contained $3.500 in paper currency, silver and gold, and the depositors were clamoring for their money. The intense heat of the fire practically sealed the door. Mrs. Anna Parker, a widow, aged 48 years, is In a critical condition at her home In Greensburg as a result of eating poisoned candy. Bhe received a j box of fancy candy, postmarked Indianapolis, which contained several pieces of chocolate. Shortly after eating some Mrs. Parker was taken seriously ill. Sparks from a Pennsylvania line engine, about a mile and a half north of Jonesvil'e, set fire to timber land owned by John Beatty, and burned over 100 acres. Including fifty acres of timber, valuable English clover that had not yet been cut and hay and strawstacks. Several hundred dollars' worth of. damage Is the result of tho fire. More than $1,000 worth of diamonds', jewelry and silverware was stolen from tho residence of Paul Corns lock, an attorney of Richmond, last week. The police have no clew. The house was entered while Mr. and Mrs. Coinstock were away from home. They were not absent more than an hour, cjid when they returned found every room had been ransacked. While walking on an electric railway track near Anderson, Albert B. Mead, aged 24, was killed by an interurban car. Slead was facing the car when it approached and he made no effort to escape. He had been ill and his friends say he probably meant to commit suicide. Two years ago he was the Democratic nominee for Surveyor of Madison County. He leaves a family. George Williams, of Shirley, who Invented a metallic railroad tie, has refused an offer of $55,000 for his rights. Officials of the New York Central Railroad Company were in Shirley iast week and arranged with Sir. Williams to test the tie. A joint will be put In on the Michigan division of the Big Four at Shirley. The tie Is believed to be superior to the Carnegie tie now being tested by this company. Samuel Sanders, colored, who lives in Orinoco, a suburb of Columbus, found a bundle of switches and a note on his doorstep one morning last week. On one side of a rough piece of paper was a warning for him to move out within ten days and on the other side was written "Citizens of Orinoco, look out; Night Riders." Sir. Sanders is a 5.ard-worklng citizen, aud his neighbors say they respect him highly. No attention will be paid to the threat James M. Smith, an epileptic, aged 41-years, and the son of William IL Smith, of Milroy, was drowned In a gravel pit pond, on the bank of Little Flatrock rives, near his home. Smith' left home to fish. His prolonged absence alarmed the family and the father began a search. He found the son's hat floating on the water of the pond. Help was summoned and the body found. The drowning is believed to nave been accidental. Smith was unmarried. Two large barns near Anderson ere destroyed by fire last week. A barn on the farm of William Stevenson was burned, with a loss of about $2,500. There was no Insurance. A horse and a cow were burned. George Heaton had been smoking In the barn, and it is supposed that sparks from his pipe ignited the hay, causing the fire. The barn of E. II. Matthews was also burned. The loss was $1,000, with $900 insurance. Two serious field fires near the town of Japel destroyed a large amount of fencing and considerable timber. In excavating for the new business block to be erected by the New Brothers on the slte of the Old Guymon House in Greenfield, a sand bank was revealed that so far has yielded 1,000 yards of sand of tho -finest quality. By reason of the successful remonstrances circulated in Brazil, two more saloons closed their doors, their licenses having expired. This reduces the original number of saloons from forty-six to fifteen, and two more will close this month. Willie tending a kettle In the back, yard of her home In Oakland City, Süss Slay Schenck allowed her dress to catch fire. She ran screaming around the house, but her sister's presence of mind saved her life. The flames were smothered with a blanket Edgar Faught, a coal miner 24 years old, has filed suit against the Crescent Coal Company for $10,000 damages for Injuries received while working in the delendant's mine last Slay. A piece of slate fell from tho top of the mine, breaking his collar bone and crushing his right leg below the knee. While conversing with a neighbor and remarking how well he felt Ambrosia Light, aged 58, a well-known contractor of Evansville, fell dead. He had just eaten a hearty meal. Suit for $1,000 damages has been brought by Dr. and Sirs. D. F. Randolph, of Waldron, against the Waldron Natural Gas Company. The complaint filed states tuat the plaintiffs are the owners of shade trees in front of their property and six of them have been killed and the water on their place injured by escaping gas frora til pipes of the company.