Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 34, Number 34, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 December 1901 — Page 2

NORA'S TEST

BY MARY CECIL HAY

CHAPTER Xl.— (Continued.) “In the dark to-night. Oh, don’t for«etr A low, ungainly cabin, inclining feebly back toward the stony mud from which it was formed clumsily by the hands of ths squatter. It was dusk even out upon the unsheltered level, yet little Larry Hogan could see for half-a mile along the river path. But the gloom of the miserable cabin qithin hurried the darkness of night, and the woman who stood alone there waiting could discern little of the squalid scene around her. There was a step at last, a running step, which passed the window and halted at the door, returning as fast as it had tint; but Rachel knew that Larry had poshed open the door for some one to enter, and so she dropped her hands, knowing that the light was fading fast, and tfiat she had no time to lose. ( Coming, even from the dark without, Into the darker room, Nora could for a few minutes distinguish nothing; but Rachel’s eyes had-bcen covered, and were accustomed to the gloom now; sb she could see Nora’s face, and, seeing it, she stood quite still, and made no step to meet the one for whom she had watched so anxiously for a whole hour. For Rachel was conscious, even in this suddenmeeting, of a change which the year's absence had made in Nora; and, vagu« as it was, she tried to grasp and comprehend it before she spoke. But she failed, for the difference was too subtlest 0 be traced through the old, glad, simple greeting which came so naturally from Nora’s lips when she saw Mrs. Corr. “Don’t look sorry to see me, Rachel,” she pleaded then, just in th old, wistful way; “I have been so long looking forward to seeing you. I was on my 'way this afternoon when Larry met me with your note. It —it frightened me a little, Rachel; but surely nothing has happened which could make you sorry to see me?” “Not yet.”

“Not yet,’’ said Nora, her tone very quiet and pitiful, but her eyes clear and fearless, as she stood leaning against the smoky chimney, trying hard to follow Rachel's meaning. “Is it about Shan?” The question was interrupted by a cry from Mrs. Corr, and then the words eeemed literally to totter from her lips. “Yes, about Shan, Miss Nora. I —l cannot break it to you as I meant. It's about Shan. He has sworn on oath that tonight—at dark —he will shoot —Mr. Poynz —at Traveere!” Ti»e woman’s face was covered in the gloom; but Nora still stood looking at her, waiting for the meaning of her words to shine out of this awful mist, thought itself suspended in that momentary hush. “That’s what I had to tell, Miss Ncga!” cried Rachel, breaking the silence sharply in her torture. “You understand it now — my misery, I mean —for, oh! I pray the misery is only mine!” “To-night—in the darkness?” questioned Nora, looking with a straight, direct gase through the open doorway as she approached it. Little Larry Hogan, dirty and ragged, stood just in Nora's way as she ran down to the river path; but though she spoke to him, and put something into his sticky hand, she did not pause a second. Rapidly now the darkness was setting like a cloud upon the bog, and Nora was grateful in her heart for its concealment, even in spite of that other remembrance of what else it was to hide. The way was so familiar to her that no light was needed for a guide, and the swift footsteps never paused nor diverged. It was just beside the fallen pine—where, a year ago, Will Foster and Mark had found her— that she turned from the river, and ran straight across the pathless fields toward Traveere. For a moment she paused then, for old Kitty sat alone before the low turf fire, and in that moment it seemed to Nora as if she must be going up to her as in the old times, frankly to tell her plans and her perplexities to this sole confidante of hers. But just as Kitty turned, with the vague consciousness of a presence in the room, Nora remembered, clearly and distinctly, all that she must leave unsaid. “Saints be good to us!” cried Kitty, knocking over her stool as she arose to her feet. “Is it yerself, Miss Nora? an’ be yerself alone, an' no purrson wid ye this hour o’ the night! The tinder hearrt o’ ye come to see th’ ould place .agin! An’ it’s meself wurr thinkin' o' ye thin, an’ ye’ve shockened me now at all; for I be'a oulder thin I used to be, me dear, an’ it gives me a burrstin’ o’ me heart to see ye so suddinlike, an’ ’thout suspectin’ ye. pome up to the fire, doaty, for it’s just starvin’ ye look. Stap! Whurr be's ye goin', so cowld an’ stiff as y’ are?” “To Mr. Poynz,” said Nora, as she crossed the kitchen. “Is he in the sitting room, Kitty, and no one with him?” “No purrson, barr'n Bran, me dear,” returned the old woman, pondering Nora's words and manner; “on'y Bran, th' ould laae, lyin’ iver an' alwis afore the fire, Jiat whither thurr be’s one or no. Miss Nora, doaty, what is it y're wantin’ wid the gintieman?" “A message, Kitty. What is he doing?” “Writin’, me dear. It's all this blissed day sin' tay time he's bin at it. Dade but it's yerself that’s quare intirely, wantin’ to go into him, an' I jist afther lightin' the candles an’ sbnttiu’ up fur the night, on'y there ben’t nothin’ to abot; an’ why he comes it's hard to know, an’ I thought it quare. But now, •aints forgive ye! it’s yerself that’s quarer. Miss Nora, dear. That I should live to see this blissed day, an' yer soul so JFfiile she spoke Kitty had been following Nora from the kitchen and across tbs hall; but what was the use of finishing her sentence? Miss Nora evidently heard nothing of it, and only looked •round just for one moment to give her • smile before opening the door, and then went on into the silent room. No, It was of no use worrying and talking war It to her; so Kitty went back to her kitehen and muttered to herself, while •be was busy in making a cup of tea for Miss Nora—and for herself, of course, at

From Darkness To Light

the same time—feeling it a panacea for every hurt and sorrow. “Bliss her, she shan't go out ag'in into the cowldness 'thout somethin’ to s’port her. Isn’t it meself knows how plased she’ll be to see it riddy when she comes back ag'in through here; for manny’s the toime she’s tried to wheedle a wee faste out o’ me, whin I’ve had the . harrd worrk to git the bit an’ sup fur the gineral males.” But while the tea grew stronger upon the stone hearth, the old woman, in her solicitude, slept with her head on the settle.

• CHAPTER XII. A pleasant turf fire glowed and flamed in the dingy sitting room at'Traveere, and near it Mr. Poynz sat writing at the unsteady old table, on which two lighted candles stood. Never had there been such a blaze of light'in the gloomy room, either through Col. St. George’s occupation of Traveere, or since his death —never until this night, when the light was to guide the murderer. Mark had turned aside from the table, and had his pen idle in his hand, when the door was quietly opened and Nora came in—came in just as if it were a natural thing for her to visit him alone, after darkness had fallen on the world without.» But, though her ease was so pretty, he could see that she only maintained it by a great effort, and that her face was white and her eyes troubled. With a great gladness in his eyes, he had risen in the first moment; but the gladness rapidly gave way to apprehension. “I’m—please don’t ask me what is the matter, Mr. Poynz,” Nora said, hurrying over the words. “Every one is well at the vicarage—I am quite well—nothing has happened. Please understand all that, and don’t question me to-night. I—am come to pay you a call. I have called upon you—isn't that the right expression in society? Please say you are glad to see me.” “I am very glad to see you,” Mark said, doing his best to hide his surprise, and pretending not to see the shy, pained color that had rushed into her face. “I was only beginning to wish that I had made Traveere more comfortable. This is the first evening I have spent here. But I am expecting Doyle to-night; and he must have been detained, for I sent to summon him long ago. I wish to see him here, else I should probably have been at the vicarage or Fintona to-night. lam at your service, Miss St. George. I will go home with you whenever you wish.” “Thank you,” she returned, simply. “I will tell you when I am ready. They don’t know lam here. I cannot tell you why I came—until to-morrow; but you trust me, don’t you?” “Trust you!” he echoed, his warm eyes full of amusement as well as of utter confidence in her. “I should—no, I will be like yourself, and tell you to-morrow. Wait, Miss St. George, and let me close it.” This he added because she glanced toward the open window and shivered a little. "No—no, please,” she said, as she intercepted him. “I like to do it. I could fancy,” she went on, without lowering her voice, as she stood alone in the narrow aperture, “that I was living "here still with grandpa. It is just as quiet as it used to be. No one ever used to come to Traveere —after dark.”

“Not even Dr. Armstrong?” questioned Mark, lightly, wondering why she made it impossible for him to stand beside her at the window and look out with her into the darkness. “Come to the fire, Miss St. George; you have grown chilly.” “Yes,” she said, turning readily. “If you will lead the way, I will follow.” He laughed quite heartily then, as he crossed the room to the hearth; but, when she literally followed him and stood beside him there —still between him and the unshuttered window—a vague, uneasy feeling grew upon him that something must be amiss with her. Could she be suffering from any nervous, girlish attack, the result of her return to the old scenes of her lonely youth ? “Mr. Poynz,” she said, without any hesitation, though she did not know herself what words she was going to utter, “will you please allow me, for just this one evening, to fancy myself at home here again, doing as I like, and going where I like? And will you do as I ask you—just this once?” “You are sure you will claim the privilege only just this once?” he asked, trying to decide that some unexpected trouble or pain had upset her. “Then I think I may safely promise. Will you stir the fire, Miss St. George? You understand a turf fire so much better than I do.” “Thank you,” she said, not for that proposal, but because she saw now that he would understand and not question or doubt her. “It is very dark, isn't it? Did you notice how suddenly it grew dark to-night?” “No; but then I have been sitting here all the evening, so the twilight seemed long to me.” “I will sit down, Mr. Poynz,” she said. “Of course I must take a seat, as I am paying you a call. Please be very entertaining. You were writing, weren't you, when I came in? Then would you mind lending me a book to read while you go on with your writing?” “Is it that what you wish?” asked Mark, cleverly once again hiding his surprise. “Then where will you sit?” As he carried the chair, she walked with him up to the seat he had been occupying all the evening, and, with her back to the window, directed him, laughingly, how to place hers; and, when he had done her bidding, smiling a little himself, too, she sat down on her high/ uncomfortable chair, in the direct line frim the window, while he sat writing busily beyond her, preoccupied by his work, seemed to her. And beyond the z unshuttered window—against which the Harkness lay like a sable curtain, and toward which Nora tried never once lo glance—Shan Corr crouched, with his loaded rifle against his shoulder, waiting

just for that clear alm which should make a second’s work effectual. Once Mark put downdiis pen and-rose to replenish the fire, but the moment he did so Nora uttered a little exclamation of delight, and came up eagerly to show him a passage in her book. As she read it to him, standing close beside him, he watched her with a scrutiny' which was almost painful; but no suspicion could live in her presence, and no mystery in her coming could, after all, make her companionship anything but a joy to him. “I suppose, Miss St. George,” he said, in his cool, easy tones, as he took his seat once more, and she took hers with an unconscious sigh of relief, “that the year you spent in England seems almost like a dream to you, now that you are at home again? How little I saw of you during that long year!” “And now I shall begin to teach at once, when I’ve found some children to teach,” she said, simply. “Celia says it will be a very dull and wearying life — unless I chance to travel.” “Travel as a governess! What infinite delight the plan unfolds! My child, be content with the pleasant journeys you take in your loneliest moments, until And you have quite decided io be a governess, have you?” he added, with an entire change of tone. “That’s right, for I know a man who would love to have his children taught by you.” . “Not—really?” questioned Nora. “Oh, I wish he would engage me at once!” “He is ready. Do you know I have had the hardest work in the world, for a whole year, to prevent his trying to engage you before you might think yourself ready? I often feared that he would do it in spite of me.” “I’m not very ready even now,” said Nora, sadly, her eyes turning swiftly to the window, because Mark at that moment bent forward in his scat. “I don’t know many things, but 1 should try to be kind, and help this gentlemen’s children, though I never could be so kind as Miss Archer was to me.” “My child, what is it?” “Did I frighten you?” askrd Nora, her lips smiling, though they were ashywhite, and her wide eyes fixed upon the window, Where the firelight darted to and fro upon the bare black panes. “I am very sorry. No, no, please don't go. I dare say Bran stirred the hearth and startled me. Please sit here still, Mr. Poynz; I —l want you to read me these few pages. Please do—just in your old attitude.” So, wondering a good deal, he remained as she wished, and read on and on at her request, while she still sat, in apparent ease and interest, between him and the murderer, whose patience now was ebbing fast.

CHAPTER XIII. Though Rachel Corr had never been in bed that night, it was not until the usual hour next day that she opened the front door of her cottage, and began her morning work. She had spent the night locked into her own little bedroom, and so Shan had not guessed that she was not only awake, but listening in an anguish of fear, when he came in at dawn. And now, when he came down, he would see everything just as usual, and his mother pursuing her ordinary tasks. So Rachel thought, while she pursued these tasks as she had never done before, her eyes hollow and feverish, her step weak and uncertain, and her hands almost useless in their unsteadiness. At the slightest sound she started backward, as if she had been struck, every limb trembling, and her breath quick and irregular. And just once she folded her hands high above her head, and her lips moved slowly, though the cry never passed them: “Not murder! Oh, kind heaven, not murder!”

Her morning tasks were all finished, and no traces left of her own untasted breakfast, when Shan at last came down stairs, and, without addressing a word of salutation to. his mother, sat down moodily in his place at the table. For quite two hours he waited in the cottage kitchen, the outer door locked, and the shutters closed upon the little show of sweets and toys in the window; then he extinguished the light and, opening the door, stood for a few minutes looking out into the darkness. His ejes grew accustomed to it presently, and then he turned back, and, without any difficulty, took his gun from a corner of the dark kitchen. With it on his shoulder, he stood to lock the door on the outside, and to deposit the key in its usual hiding place. Then he walked on, keeping to the road, and getting over the ground tut slowly in his excessive caution. As us,ual, the broken gate at Traveere was half open, and Corr passed through it easily, without having to remove Jiis gun; but in the rough avenue it was more'difficult to walk straight and steady, and to keep perfect silence. Still, he knew the ground well, and made his way direct to the spot where he had hidden himself the night before; and there before him, from the exposed and open window, the light came lavishly. A large turf fire burned in the grate, and just then the old servant, whom Cotr knew so well, was piling more turf upon it. On the table before this fire two wax candles were burning clearly, and below them—he saw that Mr. Poynz was writing; for the feather of his pen was plainly to be seen over his right shoulder, as he sat directly in the line of light, with his head bent busily and his back to the open window. Ah, this was worth waiting for! Was not the darkness even deeper on this night than it had been on the previous one, and the light clearer within—and would not his aim be far surer and easier? By the time the old woman had left the room his hand would be steady, and there would still not have been time for Mr. Poynz to move. Kitty rose from the hearth and walked toward the door, but apparently her master called her, for she came back to the table and spoke evidently In answer to some remark. /Then, with the characteristic nod which Shan knew quite well, she went away, closing the door behind her. Corr drew himself up after that Intent gaze, and stepped back again into the darkness. There was no need of another minus's hesitation. Kitty was safe in her kitchen, Breen would be asleep in that distant room of his over the stable; Mr. Doyle was far away at Fintona; Dr. Armstrong, If in the neighborhood at all, would be, with everyone else who knew the Englishman, at Kilver Vicarage, and in bed by now. The deepest silence hovered round the old house, and.the darkness would make any attempt at discovery or

pursuit simply madness In anyone, even supposing Shan broke off this thought with a contortion of his heavy lips which might have been intended for a smile, and then raised his gun slowly to his shoulder. A pause of half a minute —a dark, dead pause—and then the firm and heavy touch upon the trigger tightened. A byllet flew straight through the open windbw, enter ed the leaning figure, passed through it; struck the wall in front, and made a shivering hole there in the dark, old, rstten wainscot. (To be continued.)

LETTERS ON PAPER MONEY.

Precautions by Government Against Counterfeiters. “Talking of counterfeiters,” sald an ex-treasury official the other day, “puts me in mind of one thing that few people outside of the Treasury Department know about paper money. Many notorious counterfeiters have been captured through their lack of knowledge of it.” Here the speaker reached down into his pocket and fished out asl bill. It w r as a new. one, and he pointed out a diminutive letter C on the rlg&t', under the bill’s number, and another down in the other, corner. “Now,” he continued, “I don’t suppose you can tell me what these seemingly unnecessary letters are on the United States bills, nor what they signify. Well, take any one of these bills and tell me what the last four figures of its number are.” The bill was taken and the treasury man informed that the last four figures were 5,322. Almost instantly he said: “The letter on that bill is B.” When the bill was examined the diminutive B was found on it in two places. Half a dozen other bills were similarly tried and the ex-treasury official was able in each case to tell wjiat letter would be found on the bill. The letter was always either A. B. C or D. “The explanation is simple,” said the expert in paper scrip. “If you divide by four the number on any United States Treasury note, no matter what its denomination, you will, of course, have a remainder_of one, two, three, or naught. If the remainder is one, the letter on the bill will be A; if it is two, the letter will be B; if it is three, the letter will be C, and if it is zero, meaning that it divides evenly, the letter vyill be D. “This is one of the many precautions taken by the government against counterfeiters. It is not an infallible precaution, of course, but you may be pretty sure that if the rule does not apply the bill is a counterfeit.”

A Beaver’S Toilet.

It is an interesting sight to watch the outlaw at his evening toilet. To begin with, instead of sitting up with his large, flat, ribbed tall protruding behind him, he tucked it forward between his hind legs and sat upon it. Then with his hand he carefully combed his long hair, using both hands at the same ti me. There were many places, however, that could not be reached in this way, for his arms are very short and his body very large, so he combed these otherwise inaccessible places with his hind feet, using first one and then the other. The entire operation was performed with the utmost deliberation and care and occupied more than a quarter of an hour, so that by the time it was completed daylight had almost vanished. My presence did not appear to disturb him in the least, though I sat on the ground within three feet of him ths<t I might the better note his various altitudes, for it is not often one has an opportunity of watching a beaver at such close range. •

Was Never in Jail.

When Mark Twain was In London he frequently dined at a popular literary club, where it was the custom for etch member to Introduce his guests fornjilly and in set phrase to the company. This unusual custom appealed to Twain, and when it came to his tvrn to return thanks he referred to it eulogistically. “I like it,” he drawled, “for it reminds me of a time I lectured in a 111 He town in the Rockies. My chairman was a well-to-do ‘cow-puncher,’ who found the situation evidently irksome. *l’m told I must introduce this yer man t’ye boys,’ he said, ‘but I can only see two things in his favor. One is that bp’s never been in jail and the other is that I don't know why,’ and then he down,” as Mark Twain did.

American Cities.

Of the whole number of cities having 25,000 Inhabitants or more in 1900, 70 are found in the North Atlantic dizlsion, 49 in the North Central division, 18 in the South Central division, 12 In the Western division, 11 in the South Atlantic division, and one in Hawaii. Massachusetts has the largest number of such cities, namely, 20, and is followed by Pennsylvania with 18 and Now York with 12.

Typhoid Fever in Ice.

The Boston Board of Health has bqpn considering for some time the question whether typhoid fever lurks in ice, is prepared to report that there is little danger. In natural ice the bacteria are thrown out by and in artifldal ice they are klllejl in sterilizing.

An Extravagant Affair.

“Molly,” he said, “if I should die Lrst I want you to see that I am cremated.” “Mercy on us, John! Coal may be $0 a ton then."—Atlanta Constitution.

Northwestern Canada Crops.

Manitoba and Canada Northwest fanners will have $30,000,000 distributed among them when their crops ar» marketed this season. A wise man can answer a lot of questions that a fool wouldn’t think of asking.

TO PROTECT THE PRESIDENT.

Senator Hoar of Massachusetts Father of Buch a Bill. The distinction of introducing in the Senate a bill for the protection of the President falls upon Hon. G. F. Hoar of Massachusetts. The bill provides “that any person who shall within the limits of the United States or any place subject to the jurisdiction thereof, willfully kill or cause the death of the President of the United States, or any officer thereof, or who shall willfully kill or cause the death of a ruler or chief magistrate of any foreign country, shall be punished with death. That any person who shall within the limits of the. United States dr any place subject to the jurisdiction thereof, make an attempt on the life of the President of the United States, or any officer thereof, or who shall make an attempt on the life of the ruler or chief magistrate of any foreign country shall be punished with death. That any person who shall within the limits of the United States or any

SENATOR HOAR.

place subject to the jurisdiction thereof, advise the killing of the President of the United States or any officer thereof, or shall coixspire to accomplish the same, or who slfail advise or counsel the killing of thj ruler, or chief magistrate of any foreign country, or shall conspire to accomplish the same, shall be punished by imprisonment not exceeding twenty years. That any person who has conspired as aforesaid may be indicted and convicted subsequently, although the other party or parties to the conspiracy are not indicted or convicted. That any person who ’shall willfully and knowingly aid in the escape from punishment of any person guilty of either of the acts mentioned in the foregoing sections shall be deemed an accomplice after the fact and shall be punishable as if a principal, although the other party or parties to said offense shall not be indicted or convicted.”

FOR POSTMASTER GENERAL.

Wisconsin Man Chosen for Important Cabinet Position. Postmaster General Charles Emory Smith has resigned from President Roosevelt’s cabinet and Henry C. Payne

H. C. PAYNE.

that he might resume the editorial management of his paper, the Philadelphia Press, but retained the position to work out certain reforms in the second-class mail service. His resignation was due about the time of McKinley’s death, but was then delayed at the urgent request of President Roosevelt. Henry C. Payne, who succeeds to the Postmaster Generalship, is one of the most prominent and influential men in the party councils. He has long been a personal friend of President Roosevelt, and his selection for the office was made at the instance of the President alone. As vice-chairman of the Republican national committee Mr. Payne has exerted considerable influence in party affairs. Hi was one of the men at the Republican convention at Philadelphia in 1900 wha were sincerely for Roosevelt for VicePresident. And it is said it was largely through the influence of Mr. Payne that Mr. Roosevelt permitted his name to be voted on.

PULPIT AND PREACHER

The Rev. Addison Parker will become pastor of a Baptist church at "Richmond, Ind. The Rev. R. N. Van Doren is now connected with the Standard of thia city as one of its editors. The Rev. G. A. Ottmann will assume charge of Holy Innocents’ Episcopal Church, St. Louis. First Methodist Episcopal Church of Des Moines, lowa, raised $4,000 for ths church benevolence this year. The first church edifice erected in Sheboygan, Wis., for worship by the Presbyterians was dedicated recently. Dr. William Ashmore, a missionary of the Baptist denomination, has left Yokohama, Japan, and is now in his old field at Swatow, China. The Rev. H. E. Chase Las resigned his chair at Nashotah House and entered upon the rectorship of Grace Episcopal Church, Hinsdale, 111. Dr. W. H. Rider has been transferred from East Ohio conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church to northern Minnesota conference, and is now pastor of Simpson Church, Minneapolis. The Rev. J. B. Dunwody, who married President Roosevelt’s parents, is still living in a little town in Colleton County, 8. 0. He is 86 years old. He -performed the ceremony in Roswell, Ga., Dec, 18*

of Milwaukee, a member of the Republican. national committee, has been appointed his successor. The resignation of Mr. Smith makes the first break in the McKinley cabinet as it was composed when Mr. Roosevelt took office. It is said that Mr. Smith contemplated retiring before the death of President McKinley in order

IN THE PUBLIC EYE

C. K. Bush, the student “butter king” of Boston and Cambridge, has gone to the wall. He has filed a petition in bank-

V. K. BUSH.

tended his operations to Boston, and presently was in control of the high-grade butter market. He took quarters in Ware Hall, the aristocratic dormitory of the university, hired a valet and delivered his butter at triple prices by means of small boys, who reported to him every morning. Bush and his career have been the foremost topic of talk in Harvard, but now that he has failed there are not wanting those who condemn him for attempting to do business on a scale which his inexperience did not warrant.

Hon. William P. Frye, United States Senator from Maine, is the presiding officer of the Senate, now that the Viee-

presidential office has been made vacant by the accession of Theodore Roosevelt to the Presidency. He is not a novice in that place,, having succeeded Vice-Presi-dent Hobart upon the latter’s deaths Senator Frye is a native of Lewiston, Me., and is 70 N - _

years old. He is a graduate of Bowdoin College, has been a member of the State Legislature, Mayor of Lewiston, Attorney General of Maine and a Representative in the-lower house of Congress. His congressional service began in 1871, and he was in the lower house ten years. When James G. Blaine was made Secretary of State Frye became his successor in the Senate, and since March, 1881, has been one of the most influential members of that body.

Prof. Charles R. Henderson, who has been elected President of the National Prison Association, is associate professor

PROF. HENDERSON.

forced his knowledge in social science by a course of study and observation abroad, particularly in the universities of Germany. He is not only a brilliant scholar, but a man whose sense of justice is unusually keen and whose sympathies are limited only by the broad range of humanity itself.

Maj. G. J. Van Tets, the young Dutch aid-de-camp to Queen Wilhelmina, who is said to be recovering from his recent

injuries, was one of the ten youths who formed the queen’s bodyguard on the occasion of her marriage to Prince Henry. This guard has become a kind of permanent court institution, and the queen is much devoted to it. It is said that Wilhelmina forced her

unruly consort to beg the pardon of Maj. Van Tets and humble himself in other ways before she would consent to speak to him after the alleged duel between the prince and the soldier. Bishop William E. McLaren recently celebrated the twenty-sixth anniversary of his elevation to the episcopacy, also

BISHOP M'LAREN.

Presbyterian Church. It was while he was pastor of the Westminster Presbyterian Church of Detroit that he was attracted to the Episcopalian faith, and his study of that creed resulted in his conversion.

A postoffice has been established at Roosevelt, O. T„ in honor of President Roosevelt, nnd Joseph D. Licblider appointed postmaster, i The statement of gross postal receipts at the fifty largest postottlces in the United States for November, compared with November of last year, shows a net increase of $482,018, or over 11 per cent ns a whole. An ordinance wiping out private wine rooms in saloons, res’taurants and hotels has been passed by the Chicago City Council. National live stock convention, Chicago, kicked on the government giving railroad! so much laud.

ruptcy in the United States Court at Cambridge, stating that his liabilities are $7,000 and his assets nothing. Bush came to Harvard a few years ago and started out to pay for his education by selling butter at back doors. He was poorly clad and earnest, and everybo d y patronized him. He soon ex-

SENATOR FRYE.

of sociology at the University of Chicago, and one of the most capable men in his line in America. He has been a deep student of social development in the way of institutions, and is especially noted for his fine capacity as a lecturer. He was formerly a clergyman of the Baptist denomination, but ,a few years ago he re-en-

MAJOR VAN TETS.

the sixtieth anniversary of his birth. He is a native of Geneva, N. Y., and a graduate in the divinity of the Presbyterian Theological Seminary of Pittsburg. It is not generally known, but Bishop McLaren preached twelve years as a minister of the