Richmond Planet

THE RICHMOND PLANET Hon. A. W. Harris Ar= rested in Petersburg. WAS QUICKLY BAILED. CHARGED WITH BEING AN ACCESSORY IN THE THEFT OF COTTON. POSITIVE DENIAL OF THE CHARGE. VOL. XXII NO 52. Hon. A. V WAS Q CHARGED WITH BEING POSIT HAS PETERSBURG, VA., Nov. 27—Hon. A. W. Harris, a well known colored lawyer, Republican politician, and farmer in Widowville county, at present employed in the internal revenue office in Richmond, in under arrest on three warrants, two of which charge him with stealing two bales of cotton from Arrington and Green cotton brokers of this city, the third charging the theft of $42.18, the price received for part of the alleged stolen property from J. C. Robinson. ARRESTED SATURDAY. Mr. Harris was arrested Saturday afternoon on the two warrants, charging the theft of the forty-two dollar bale and the taking of the money for it. He was bailed in the sum of $200 for his appearance in the mayor's court Wednesday morning.Mr. Alex. F. Tatum being his bondman. The third warrant, charging the theft of a second bale, valued at $52, on November 23rd, was served on Harris this morning while he was on his way to take an electric car for Richmond, and was the result of a confession by Robert Trainor, a colored porter employed by Mr. J. C. Robinson, a cotton broker whose office adjoins that of Messrs. Arrington and Green. IMPLICATED BY TRAINOR Trainor was went on to the grand jury by the mayor last Friday morning on the charge of stealing the fifty-two dollar bale from Arrington and Green. He at first stoutly denied his guilt, but weakened, and yesterday made a confession to Chief of Police Ragland, implicating Mr. Harris, for whom a third warrant was then issued. Trainor is accused of taking, on Nov. 20th, a bale of cotton shipped to Arrington and Green by J. H. Richardson, and marked "J. H. R." from the sidewalk in front of their store and hiding it in the cellar of the Robinson store, where it was found with the "J. H. R." mark cut out, and "A. W. H." substituted, the money for the cotton, $42.18, having in the meantime been collected at Mr. Robinson's office by William Pailey, colored, who is employed in W. Harris' office, in this city. DENIES ALL CHARGES Dalley denies all knowledge of any crookedness in the matter, but is said to have made statements that involved Harris. Trainor was arrested after the disappearance of a second bale from the front of Arrington and Green's store on Nov. 23d, which was also found in Mr. Robinson's cellar with the initials "A. W. H." substituted for the owner's mark. An attempt to collect for this bale at Mr. Robinson's office failed. Trainor's confession accuses Harris of instigating the trick and receiving all the proceeds. DR. ALEXANDER ON BOND After the second arrest this morning, Mr. Harris was bailed in the sum of $500 for his appearance in the Mayor's Court Wednesday morning. Dr. C. R. Alexander, a well-known colored physician, was his bondman. Great interest has been aroused by the arrest of Mr. Harris, who is a leader among the colored people, and hsa heretofore had a good reputation. He denies the charge, and has engaged Messrs. Hamilton and Mann as counsel. Seriously Afflicted. Mrs. Sarah Smith, wife of Rev. A. B. Smith of 907 N. Third St. is in a most pitiable condition. She seems to be demented and she has been removed to the Richmond Hospital for treatment. She was just preparing for her wedding anniversary, when she was stricken. Her friends are hoping that her malady is only temporary and that she may be restored completely to health again. HAS ENGAGED ABLE COUNSEL Wouldn't Write "Mrs." Before Negro's Name. Montgomery, Ala., Nov. 21.—A local paper printed a story to the effect that in a store of the city a white lady clerk was discharged for refusing to write the prok "Mrs." before the name of a colored woman who had bought some goods and ordered them sent out to her home. Dozens of people have been trying to discover the name of the merchant who did such a thing. There is a wave of indignation that has spread all over the city, and it prompts to go quite hard with the proprietor who made the break. The story went on to relate that the negro woman went into the store and made a purchase. She asked that it be sent out. When it came back from the wrapper the clerk asked the name and address. It was given with instructions to write it "Mrs." This the girl refused to do, saying that she was not in the habit of calling colored women "Mrs." The customer, the story goes, made complaint to the proprietor, who, it is charged, called the lady clerk to him and discharged her in the presence of the insistent customer, for the failure to write the title. Newspaper men on the capitol run found everybody talking about it. They were holding little impromptu meetings here and there and saying things right out loud. One insisted that the paper be requested to publish the name of the merchant, and it was unanimously determined that the man who had thus offended was to be punished by a general withdrawal of trade and respect, and the girl was to be provided with not only a new and better position, but a purse as well. Contents: Cnistmas McClures. Joseph W. Folk, Front趾piece, photographic portrait. Folk, William Allen White, illustrated with portraits and photographs. The Cloud and the Mountain, a poem, Florence Wilkinson. The Courtship of the Boss, Anne O'Hagan, illustrated by Arthur L. Keller. Love of Life, Jack London, illustrated by E. L. Blumenschlen, reproductions in color. Reminiscences of a Long Life, Carl Schurz; Part II—School days, illustrated with portraits and photographs. The Deepwater Debate, May McHenry, illustrated by Frederick Dorr Steele. Railroad Rebates, Ray Stannard Baker, illustrated with portraits. Never give all the Heart, a poem, W. B. Yeats, Thunder and Calamity, Adeline Knapp, illustrated by F. Richardson, A Parable for Husbands, Jean Webster, illustrated by Charlotte Harding, reproductions in tint. A Lullaby, a poem, Mable Mahin, The Aheses of Old Wishes, Hermine Templeton, illustrated by Edmund J. Sullivan. Editorial: Charles Evans Hughes, with portrait. The Final Test of Christianity, Rev. Chas D. Williams, with portrait of the author. Died Suddenly. Mrs. Mary Anderson, sister of Mrs. Mildred Johnson died suddenly at 1000 1/2 St. Peter St. early Sunday morning, Nov. 19th before day after a brief illness. She had been at work at her service place all day Saturday and had secured a prescrip on from the physician. She had taken two doses and later was attacked by one of her usual spells and died in a short time. The affair was accordingly most distressing. Her funeral took place Tuesday afternoon from the Sixth Mt. Zion Baptist Church. —Mr. J. W. Johnson, the Navy Hill Financier, passed through Raleigh, N. C. He spent a day and night and was highly pleased with the progress of the colored business men of that city. RICHMOND, VIRGINIA, SATURDAY DECEMBER 2, 1905. RICHMOND, VIRGINIA, SATURDAY DECEMBER 2, 1905. KNIGHTS OF PYTHIAS. A New Lodge in Portsmouth Portsmouth, Va., Nov. 23, 1905. Grand Chancellor John Mitchell, Jr. arrived here last evening accompanied by Col. E. R. Jefferson, Capt. John G. Smith, Past Chancellor Jas. S. Forrester and Past Chancellor S. S. Baker. They came for the purpose of instituting a new lodge of Knights of Pythias here. They were met by Major Archer Drew, who had a carriage in waiting and the party was conveyed to his fine residence, where the Madame did all in her power to make the stay pleasant. A most appetizing supper was served and joy reigned supreme. It was after 9 o'clock before the hall was reached and it was 9:45 when the initiation was began. The work was done in 2 hours and 5 minutes. District Deputy Grand Chancellor Wm. A. Myers was present and Sir William M. Reld stayed awhile. Those who assisted were Sirs Joshua Blackwell, Johnny Robinson, Levi C. Brown, Charles L. Wynn, Edwin M. Booth, W. Terry, Lewis Hardgrove, Thomas Tucker, Lee Coalton, Oscar Weston, G. Douglass, Edward Stratton, H. S. Cooper, John Dunn, D. C. Coles, T. H. Coles and Lee Hunt. The new body will be known as Puritan Lodge, No. 161. The officers are Chancellor Commander; Mc G. Coles; Master of Work, George Johnson; Vice Chancellor, Wm. H. Darby; Prelate, Ananias Johnson; Keeper of Records and Seal, Frank G. Elliott; Master of Finance, Frank W. Walker; Master at Arms, Wiley Knight; Inner Guard, Daniel Dunham; Outer Guard, Jesse Thomas; Master of Exchequer, Miles Griffin; Trustees, Llewellin Winn, Edward Garner, Lucius Johnson. After the initiation a most excellent repast was served. Capt. Wins low was present. The clam chowder was especially fine and everybody enjoyed themselves. This Lodge was organized through the efforts of Special Deputy Grand Chancellor Frank Prector and the Grand Chancellor was outspoken in commendation of him. He had sur prised him with the success of his efforts and he had made good the promise given at Roanoke. The visitors including Dr. Wm. E. Atkins, Grand Medical Director then repaired to the residence of Major Archer Drew, where they decided to spend the night. He had prepared for three, but he had seven on his hands. Parlor chairs were called into requisition and the party bunked there all night. It is needless to state that Major Archer Drew had a full supply of eatables and dessert for each man had on his countenance "the smile that wont come off." They were royally entertained. It was 5:52 Thursday morning when Dr. E. R. Jefferson, Dr. Wm. E. Atkins, Sir James S. Forrester, who assisted the Madame in preparing breakfast Capt. John G. Smith, Sir S. S. Baker and the Grand Chancellor started for Norfolk to take the 6:45 C. and O. steamer. When Sir Baker awoke, he found himself trying to put on his feet two right foot shoes and it is claimed that Capt. Smith had hidden the left foot one. Sir Baker claims however that he had to dress Capt. Smith and there you are. A BIG FIRE. Heavy Loss at the Negro Reformatory The Negro Reformatory in Han over county suffered a severe loss by fire Wednesday, Nov. 22d. The value of the buildings farm imple- ments, live-stock and farm products that went up in smoke is estimated at $10,000. The insurance was something over $3,500 and the net loss was accordingly over $6,000. One of the boys in jumping down drove a nail through his foot. He has suffered much as a result of it. Alone with Conscience. I set alone with my conscience, In a place where time had ceased; And we talked of my former living In the land where the years increased; And I felt I should have to answer The question put to me, And to face the answer and question Throughout an eternity. The ghosts of forgotten actions Came floating before my sight, And things that I thought were dead things Were alive with a terrible might; And the vision of all my past life Was an awful thing to face, Alone with my conscience sitting In that solemnly silent place. And I thought of a far-away warning, Of a sorrow that was to be mine. In a land that then was the future. But now was the present time; And I thought of my former thinking, Of a judgement day to be; But sitting alone with my conscience, Seemed judgment enough for me. And I wondered if there was a future. To this land beyond the grave; But no one gave me an answer, And no one came to save. Then I felt that the future was present. And the present would never go by; For it was but the thought of my past life Grown into eternity. Then I woke from my timely dreaming, And the vision passed away, And I knew the far-away warning Was a warning of yesterday; And And I pray that I may not forget it In this land before the grave. That I may not cry in the future, And no one come to save. And so I have learned a lesson Which I ought to have learned before. And which, though I learned in dreaming. I hope to forget no more. So I sit alone with my conscience In the place where the years increase, And I try to remember the future, In the land where time will cease, And I know of the future judgment, How dreadful soe'r it be. That to sit alone with my conscience Will be judgment enough for me. REV. DR. BOWLING HERE. Great Work in Norfolk. Rev. R. H. Bowling, D. D., pastor of the First Baptist Church of Norfolk, Va. was in the city last week. He reports his work as being in a most prosperous condition. His pee pole are just completing the finest church-building owned by any colored congregation in the United States. It has granite front and towers and with the rear of brick. The granite is pink with Indiana gray stone trimmings. All of the inside wood-work is of quartered oak. The cost when completed will approximate $60,000. The seating capacity will be nearly 1,400. It as a frontage of 70ft. 6 inches. Rev. Dr. Bowling has raised $13,000 during the last thirteen months. This is a most remarkable showing. Resolutions. Whereas it has pleased Almighty God to remove from our midst our worthy Brother W. B. Brooks, we do most humbly submit to his will. Our loss is his eternal gain. Resolved, first, that we have lost a good and faithful member and we shall ever remember his faithfulness and loyalty to the Brotherhood. Resolved, second, that we sympathise with his bereaved family and pray that God will ever guide them and throw around them every necessity of life. Resolved, third, that a copy of these resolutions be placed on our books and a copy forwarded to his family. Done by order of Newport News Lodge, No. 74 K. of P. at Newport News, Va. this 14th day of Nov. 1905. SAMPSON HOFFLOR, C. C. A. B. GAINES, K. of R. and S. —The Very Reverend Thomas B. Donovan, Superior of St. Joseph's Society called on us last week. He was from Baltimore and was here looking over the field. He reported the work among the colored people as progressing. He expects to return about Christmas. —Prof. D. D. Bruce, M. D. of Philadelphia, Pa. was in the city last week. Judge Emory Speer is Supreme in Georgia. HENRY JAMISON CASE. CITES OFFICIALS TO APPEAR FOR CONTEMPT-TECHNICAL QUESTION AT ISSUE-THE OUTCOME DOUBTFUL WILL HE JAIL THE MACON CITY OFFICERS? MACON, GA., Nov. 25.—The expected sensation in the Jamison case came tonight when Judge Speer signed an order requiring Chief of Police Conner, City Attorney Minter Wimberly and Superintendent E. A. Wimbish of the Bibb county chaining, to appear before him in the United States court on Jan. 2, 1906, and show cause why they should not be attached and punished for contempt of court. Attorney Alexander Akerman applied to Judge Speer tonight for an attachment for contempt, and after reading the petition the order was signed and served on the three officials. In addition to the contempt proceedings, Attorney Akerman secured a writ of habeas corpus from Judge Felton, of the superior court, returnable to Tuesday morning, at which time Superintendent Wimbish will show cause why Jamison should not be released from the gang. This is in accordance with the procedure through the state courts as provided by the decision of the United States Supreme court. CAUSE OF THE ACTION Without waiting for Judge Speer to quash the writ of habeas corpus which released Henry Jamison from the Bibb county changgang. Chief Conner this morning re-arrested the cause of the famous fight on Macon's recorder's court, and early this morning he was sent again to the changgang and clothed in the stripes which Judge Speer declared infamous punishment. The mandate of the United States supreme court directing Judge Speer to quash the writ and dismiss Jamison's petition was received in Macon last Tuesday and yesterday City Attorney Minter Wimberly went before Judge Speer and asked that an order be passed. At the time Judge Speer was hearing bankruptcy proceedings, and he declined to take up the matter at that time. Last night, shortly after midnight Chief Conner went to Jamison's house, in Pleasant Hill, and placed him under arrest. The negro resisted, it is said, and applied very uncomplimentary epithets to the head of Macon's finest, but he was lodged behind the bars of a headquarters' cell, where he spent the night. Early this morning, the changgang authorities notified to receive Jamison, that he might complete the sentence imposed upon him over a year ago by Judge Nottingham, and he was delivered to the gang at 6:30 o'clock. Attorney Alexander Akerman who with Secretary of State Elihu Root, was counsel in the Jamison case in the United States supreme court, at once began steps for the release of his client from the chaingang. When he heard of Chief Conner's action, he was highly incensed and declared that Jamison would not long remain on the gang. It was currently rumored that Chief Connor would be failed for contempt of Judge Speer's court, but throughout he acted under the advice of City Attorney Wimberly. ATTORNEYS' OPINION. Just whether or not Chief Conner's action was in contempt is a question on which attorneys differ. Some say that Jamison was a free man until the habeas corpus which discharged him was quashed and his petition dismissed by Judge Speer, and that to arrest him before that time was in contempt. Others, however, claim that when City Attorney Wimberly filed the mandate of the United States supreme court in Judge Speer's court, the case was settled and it was up to the city authorities to carry out the sentence imposed upon Jamison over a year ago by Judge Nottingham. It is known that Attorney Akerman intended fighting for Jamison's release by the state court route and that he would ask Judge Felton, of the superior court, for a writ of habeas corpus before Judge Speer passed an order as directed by the United States supreme court. United States supreme court. The action of Chief Conner was a surprise to Jamison and his attorney, and few thought he would arrest the negro and take chances of being sent to jail by Speer. Attorney Akerman wants to get Jamison out of the gang through the federal courts, if possible, and then take up the fight in the state courts. KNIGHTS OF PYTHIAS The First Court at Clifton Forge. Clifton Forge, Va., Nov. 25th, '05, Grand Worthy Counselor John Mitchell, Jr. arrived here yesterday afternoon at 2:40 to organize Sharon Court, No. 99. He was met here by Mrs. Emma Brown, District Deputy Grand Worthy Counselor of Covington, Mrs. Bettie Newsome and Miss Bertha B. Harris of the same city, together with Mr. Banks, Dr. E. T. Connor, and Mrs. Anna Banks. The party was conveyed to the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Banks and then later they repaired to Scott's Hotel where they were made comfortable. Supper was served in fine style there. Mrs E. F. Scott and her husband did all in their power to make the stay there pleasant. Miss Camilla Scott and Mrs. Camilla G. Sellers and Miss H. L. Rosemond Scott were the presiding geniuses. The initiation took place at Scott's Hall. Sir W. S. Thomas assisted. The following are the officers of the new Court which will be known as Sharon Court. No. 99: Worthy Counselor, Mrs. Lizzie Goodwin; Worthy Inspectrix, Mrs. Bettie Scott; Worthy Inspector, Mrs. Anna Banks; Senior Directress, Mrs. Nannie Patterson; Junior Directress, Mrs. Eather Anderson; Orator, Mrs. Susie Taylor; Receiver of Deposits, Mrs. Jane Desper; Register of Deeds, Mrs. Annie Thomas; Register of Accounts, Miss Beatrice Taylor; Herald, Mrs. Rosa Wheeler; Escort, Mrs. Patsy Lewis; Conductress, Mrs Fannie Jones; Assistant Conductress Miss Kate Johnson; Protector, Miss Adeline Randolph. Dr. E T. Connor, E. F. Scott, S. M. Turner. This court was organized through the efforts of Mrs. Emma Brown of Covington and Dr. E. T. Connor of Clifton Forge. The Grand Worthy Counselor was outspoken in his commendation of them. He met Mr. Robert G. Davis also. Sir Mitchell left at 12 o'clock last night for Richmond. She Has Crossed the River. The many friends of Mrs. Mary A. Anderson were much shocked at her death which occurred Sunday morning at 4 A. M. Nov. 19th at the residence of her sister, Mrs. Mildred Johnson. Her illness was brief and her death unexpected. Her funeral took place Tuesday evening from the Jasper Memorial Church of which she had been a member for nineteen years. The services were conducted by the pastor Dr. R. V. Peyton assisted by Rev. Chas. Phillips. "The beautiful solo, "Some day we will understand," was rendered by Mrs. Alice Kemp Burrell. The profusion of flowers was a fit testimony of the sympathy of her many friends. Her casket was borne by Messrs. Darius Harris, Samuel Leeftish, Henry Baugh, Robert Kinney, Thomas Archer and A. W. Parham, Honorary; R. T. Hill, Rev S. C. Burrell, Rev. S. P. Robinson, Clifton Cabell. Far from this world of toil and strife, She is present with the Lord, The labor of work is done, Done, large reward Mrs. Carrie B. Brown, wife of Mr. Claude Brown was removed from her residence, No. 816 N. 3rd PRICE FIVE CENTS er is Georgia. N CASE. —TECHNICAL QUESTION BTFUL. FFICERS? St. to the Memorial Hospital last Tuesday afternoon. She was accompanied to the hospital by Miss Mary Ross, Mrs. Otelia Harris and Miss Nellie Sears. JACKSON—KERSEY. The marriage of Miss Clara L. Kersey to Dr. James E. Jackson will be celebrated Thursday, Dec. 14th. 8 P. M. at the home of the bride, 100 W. Leigh St. Reception 8:30 to 10:30. Friends invited. No cards. The True Reformer Snit The time given the True Reformers by Mrs. Mollie Browne-Smith expired last Thursday. Rev. W. L. Taylor has not returned to the city and it is presumed that further delay will be asked for. It was reported on the street that the officials had decided to settle up, but there was no way of verifying the rumor. Attorney Giles B. Jackson stated that he had a plan that he thought would adjust the matter. It was evident that this plan would suit the True Reformers, but very doubtful that it would suit Mrs. Smith as it would be a case of what she considers a certainty for an uncertainty. It will be at least a month before the matter will be definitely decided. The suit has not been as yet entered. PERSONALS AND BRIEFS —The Metropolitan Steam Laun- dry is the only one that did not raise prices. —The public school children had holiday last Thursday and Friday. —The Pythian Cadets spent Thanksgiving in Petersburg, Va. —For fresh fish, oysters and game remember Mr. H. F. Jonathan. He will serve you promptly. —For that pain in the stomach, call on Mr. S. W. Robinson. You get what you pay for there and of the right kind. —Miss Sadie Harper is sewing on the uniform of the boys at the Ne- gro Reformatory in Hanover Co. Va. —Mr. E. F. Johnson, president of the Richmond Beneficial Insurance Co. has joined the Knights of Pyth las and is now a full fledged member of the Order. —The First Battalion under com- mand of Major Wm. A. Robinson was inspected last Tuesday night by As- istant Inspector General Benjamin Scott. The First Brigade Band was out and discoursed lively airs. —The Knights of Pythias will soon have a fully equipped Band ready under the leadership of Lead er E. P. Lee. New instruments and latest style uniforms will be ordered for the men. —Mr. John M. Higgins needs no words of commendation at our hands His wet goods commend him. Read advertisement. They all know that they will be well treated at his pal ace of business. —The place to get furniture will be found in another column and Messrs. Charles G. Jurgens' Son will be the one to wait on you. All of the latest designs ready for delivery. Easy payments is a feature. —Rev. W. H. Brooks, D. D., pastor of the Nineteenth St. Bapt. Church of Washington, D. C. called on us last week. He preached an able sermon at the Ebenazer Bapt. Church last Sunday morning and electrified the people at the Shar on Bapt. Church last Sunday night. WRITTEN IN RED WRITTEN IN RED CHAPTER 1—Story opens in offices of North & Stackhouse, a Boston brokers' and bankers' concern. Directors of Nicaragua Midland and Stackhouse await North, who some days before had received letter threaten to sue for North for dead body at his unoccupied town home. Beside body, in scrawl of red, is written "Stackhouse." CHAPTER 2—Officera, reporters and bankers, prepare and perfume woman's handkerchief on an avenue. Kingman F. Thomas, of Boston Globe, introduced. CHAPTER 3—Petridge, friend of the firm and Stackhouse engage Detective M. to probe the criminal. Lamm declares the other the criminal. Lamm leaves to Swampscott, North's summer home. CHAPTER 4—Lamm hides in North home, where Stackhouse also lives, and bankers, house North's daughter, accuse husband and Stackhouse. Stackhouse leaves home; wife faits. CHAPTER 5—F-jeece arrives at North home. Lamm interviews Mrs. Stackhouse, Bankers and North builer. Marie Moissot, known for bridge and Stackhouse, connected with case. CHAPTER 6—Medical Examiner Jarrett reports view of case. Thomas interviews surgeon in autopsy; then confers with病人, who tells Fellridge connection with case. CHAPTER 7—Busy days at police office. Disclosed that Mrs. Stackhouse was North's adopted child. Inspector Appleby visits the house. Inspector letter to Marion, mentioning blackmailer. CHAPTER VIII. APPLEBEE TAKEN BY SURPRISE The course of professional duty which brought Detective Lamm to Swampscott shore on Friday also brought to the North villa, on the day following, Mr. Kingman F. Thomas. A young and timid gentleman, of many aspirations but too little confidence, had been deputed to call at the house for such news as might be attainable. But Moffett, in all his dignity—before he had looked at Mr. Lamm's warning figure—Moffett had repelled the novice newspaper work; and when Mr. Thomas reported himself for duty on Saturday morning, among the work to be deputed to him for the day was a visit to the North household at Swampscott. Other newspaper duties so far encroached upon Mr. Thomas' time that it was not until evening that he took the train for Swampscott, and it was growing dark when he reached the house, which appeared almost deserted. But Mr. Thomas' vigorous ring at the bell was answered by a pretty maid in mourning, to whom Mr. Thomas confided the fact that he was a friend of the late master of the house, and would be glad of the opportunity to see Miss Harwood. Aunt Comfort in due time surged through the doorway of the reception-room, none too large to admit the comfortable passage of her portly form. "This is Miss Harwood?" said Mr. Thomas. "Yes, sir." "Permit me to present myself. My name is Thomas. I have long known Mr. North in business circles; indeed, I may say that we met very frequently on social occasions also. Hearing of this sad event, I have called to offer my condolences, and to beg that, if my services in any capacity will be of value, you will do me the favor of putting them to the best use, though I know that, with Miss Harwood as head of the bereaved household, nothing has been left undone." This with a deferential bow. "Thank you. Oh, thank you! A-h!" "But I am confident that everything will be properly managed. There is Mr. Stackhouse." "Oh, sir, you don't know. I couldn't say a word about the matter, not even to Mr. North's friend. But I will remark that circumstances have taken such a strange turn that Mr. Stackhouse will not be concerned in the funeral arrangements. The only gentleman who is doing anything is Mr. Fetridge—a friend of the family; and I am so overwrought and troubled by these terrible events, Mr. —Mr. (Thomas, thank you), that I hardly know whether to hope he can be of much service to us or not." Mr. Thomas brought his most approved glance of sympathy to bear upon the good old lady. "You must be calm and firm, madam," he suggested. "Remember that everything depends on you—the young ladies look to you, naturally, in a time like this." "Ah-h-h!" ejaculated Aunt Comfort. "They are acting very strangely. Of course, I couldn't think of saying anything against them; for I love the poor girls, both of them; but I must say, sur, that it has been a trial to me to see how recklessly they have gone on here, without even listening to good advice." "The effect of the sudden shock," hinted Mr. Thomas, respectfully. "They need a little disinterested counsel, my dear madam. Now if I could only see them as their father's friend and have a little talk with the young ladies, I am sure they would see matters in their true light and realize what a blessing it is to have such a prop and stay as you in a time like this." Aunt Comfort furtively wiped her eyes, as she again swayed back and forth shaking her head. "You are very kind and thoughtful, Mr.-Mr.—(Thomas, thank you)—and, you being a friend of their poor dead father, perhaps the girls will heed what you say. I would not think of allowing a stranger to see them. There were two callers here yesterday. One was a police detective. Perhaps he had a right to come. But the other was only an inquisitive inspector." "And the young ladies?" Mr. Thomas ventured to hint after a respectable pause. "This Mr. Fetridge is known to them and to you, of course—he is a friend of the family?" "Oh, dear me, yes, sir," was Aunt Comfort's reply. "He has been a frequent visitor here for—let me see, let me see, it must be three years at the very least since we first made his ac- quaintance. There was a time when he didn't come so much, and we thought perhaps there had been some disagreement between him and poor Mr. North. But he began to come again to the house, just as before. Yes, Mr. Fetridge has been very friendly with both our young ladies." "I never heard Mr. North speak of Mr. Fetridge," said Thomas. "But you know him to be trustworthy and honorable that is certainly sufficient assurance." "Thank you, Mr. Thomas. Here I have been keeping you from the ladies. I am sure they will be very ready to see a friend of their father. And I do hope they wi... hear what you have to say." "I can advise them to no better course, my dear madam, than to fole low your own good counsel," said the reporter as Aunt Comfort took her panting course toward the door. Siding in his chair he could easily follow Aunt Comfort's progress by her ejaculations, partly natural, partly the result of her excitement of mind. As he waited her return, he thought, with pardonable self-complacency, on the facts which the good woman had disclosed, and wondered if it would be his good fortune to find the young North ladies half so ready to speak. He was aroused from his reflections by the reappearance of Aunt Comfort at the door. But Mr. Thomas had no thought for the excellent aunt after his eyes feel on her companions. "This is Mrs.—I would say Mr. North's elder daughter," Aunt Comfort introduced Marlon. "And this is Miss Stella, his younger child. My dear girl, this is a friend of your poor father, Mr. Thomas. He takes a deep interest in your welfare, and will only be too grateful, he says, if he can be of some service." Mr. Thomas inwardly congratulated himself that his was a real and no simulated interest in the case, for he felt perfectly sure that the orbs of this blonde-haired, stately reserved woman would detect in an instant any pretense. It was to Marion that he turned, but his thoughts, not less than his sympathies, were with her delicate, grief-striken companion. "I do not know that Mr. North had a single enemy in his business affairs," he began, "yet it seems plain that somehow or other he had gained the hostility of some person, and that person must have been concerned in this terrible crime." "Just what the police detective said," Aunt Comfort interposed. "If but Mr. North had an enemy, it was certainly no one in this house." She looked around for some words of confirmation, but Stella was still quietly crying, and Marion said nothing. "Cannot you think of any person," resumed Mr. Thomas, "who might have had a grudge against your father? Any discharged employee?" He looked at Marion. "Let me speak for my sister as well as myself, Mr. Thomas," declared Marion, rising. "We neither of us have any idea whatever to express as to the possible or probable guilt of anyone. We thank you for your proffer of assistance, but will not trouble you further at this time. Come, Aunt Comfort. Good evening, sir." The two young ladies had left the room, with Aunt Comfort in unwilling to like some unwieldy, harmless barge, before Mr. Thomas realized that the conference was at an end. One pleasant association only he carried away with him, the charm of the presence of the younger girl, whose gentle inclination of the head as she looked at him just before leaving the room seemed to accentuate his feeling that here was a helpless, beautiful girl, who appealed to his sympathetic interest, and whom, if occasion should come, he would most gladly serve. Mr. Thomas, as he wrote of the day's developments in the North case, graphically presented certain facts, but kept others, quite as important, untold. Among these undisclosed matters the name and standing of Richard Fetridge in the North household were included. There is no "rest day" in the reporter's week. Sunday came and brought to Mr. Thomas new duties. In all the daily papers of Saturday this announcement had appeared: "The funeral of the late Paul North will take place from his late residence, Swampscott, at three p. m. on Sunday, June 18. Relatives and friends invited without further notice. Burial private." Is the throng that pressed into the house of mourning, it would have taken attentive observation to single out Mr. Thomas. But he was there among the first; a nod of recognition, given and returned, secured for him a place after his own heart, where he could see all and not be seen. From this point of vantage, Thomas looked over the assemblage quite at his leisure, and noted many a face familiar in State street and on 'change. Rather a young man in black, whom he remembered to have seen often, was escorted to a place of some prominence. He exchanged some whispered words with those in authority, and Mr. Thomas set him down, unhesitatingly, as Richard Fetridge. And Richard Fetridge it was, and none other. Thornton Stackhouse, looking worn and almost haggard, appeared on the threshold of the great parliars. He had been looked for obviously, for he was at once approached by the master of ceremonies, with his mourning face, and escorted to the seat reserved for him not far from the family group. By some potent influence, Mr. Thomas' eyes, as well as his thoughts, were turtured toward these silent, motionless women. Once more, it was not Marion but Stella who seemed to appeal to his heart. Once only he caught sight of her face, and its pathetic, frightened look again touched him nearly. "What would I not give," he thought, almost wondering at the sudden feeling, "for the opportunity to help that poor girl. How I wish it were in my power to give her courage and hope." Miss Harwood sat with Marion and Stella on either side, closely veiled. No other relatives were present, for Paul North's only brother—a Chicago merchant—was abroad with his family. As the sweet, mournful strains of the funeral anthem were heard, the searching eye of Mr. Thomas noted the presence, in a seat not far from the central group, of the worthy Inspector Applebee. station of having a child of his own; and North seemed to think as much of her after Stella came as before. Of course, one way of showing his liking was his anxiety to have Marion well married. At all events, the old man turned the cold shoulder to Fetridge, who was only a struggling lawyer, with nothing but his wits to depend on for a living. His visits to the house suddenly stopped. About two months after he ceased to call at the place, Marion North became Marion Stackhouse. "There was plenty of gossip about that event at Swampscott, I'll be bound," was the detective's comment. "Of course. Everybody said she married Stackhouse for money, although she was in love with the other fellow. Some people go so far as to say that landscape, enable somebody had to doow and was a snapping of the cracking of the and finally the unintentional, the accompany, are gathered in toward him—with audible exertion. It was a fight muffled in a long woman. "Is it one of a asked himself, ried steps until her backward gait for a moment久 that Mr. Thomas' mental surmise was quite correct. Inspector Applebee was there on business. But the outcome of that visit surprised no one more than the officer from police headquarters. The brief service had ended; the assemblage rose respectfully to permit the special mourners to pass through the room; and Inspector Applebee found himself, directly before them as they went on, followed by many a sympathetic look. Aunt Comfort came a little in advance; and then the two orphaned girls, Stella walking on the side nearer to the watching Inspector. A subtle, delicate odor came to his sense as Stella stopped for a moment, so near that he might have touched her without lifting his arm—a faint, rare perfume. Instantaneously the scent recalled a certain scene to the inspector's mind. His thoughts went from Paul North's villa at Swampscott to Paul North's town house in Maribor street; and he seemed to find again, where it had Iain overlooked in the master's house, a bit of filmy lace. There could be no mistake, the in- I A SUBTLE DELICATE ODOR CAME TO HIS SENSE AS STELLA STOPPED FOR A MOMENT. spector said to himself, outwardly impassive, but every nerve quivering with excitement. With Stella North, almost as if it were a part of herself, came that faint, yet penetrating and subtle odor which Inspector Applebee had known in all his life but once before; when he was keeping watch in the house where Stella North's father lay, cold in death. CHAPTER IX UNDER COVER OF THE NIGHT. When the yellow state house dome next came into Reporter Thomas' view that Sunday after the funeral, he had gained a deal of information about the people at the North villa. Quite naturally, one of the first places he sought was the quiet office of Detective Lamm. The door being locked between them and possible intruders, Mr. Thomas began his disclosures. "At the present time, Lamm," he said, giving the office chair a twirl before sitting down in it, "there are two things which strike me as peculiar. There are two men in this case who naturally come under suspicion—one of them because he has no history; the other because his history is peculiar." "And the man with no history is?" "Thornton Stackhouse. You may or may not be aware of the fact that until he appeared in Boston ten years ago, he was unknown to anybody in these parts, and that of his earlier life there are only extant to-day the vagueest and most conflicting rumors. He never refers to anything in his life more than ten years old. So, as I say, he has no history." "Umha!" said Lamm; "as you say, I may or may not have been aware of the fact. Well, then, as to the other man whose history is peculiar?" "I referred, Lamm, to Mr. Richard Fetridge, the Apollo Belvidere of State street, the ideal lady killer, the man whose personal appearance is the principal thing about him which would at once strike an observer." "And why does this man begin to appear suspicious to you?" "Because I can't exactly understand his relations to the North family, nor his motives in his relations to them." "Tell me what you know and I'll try to help you." "From what people down at the shore gossip, it appears that Fetridge made the acquaintance of the Norths at Swampscott three years ago. The young man was boarding at some hotel, met the young ladies, seems to have been particularly struck with Marion, the elder daughter, and began to go to the house a good deal. People will talk, you know, and people said that Fetridge was dead in love with the girl, and probably might have married her but for old North's opposition." "Ah!" Mr. Lamm lit a new cigar. "Didn't like the young fellow. eh?" "May have liked him well enough, but didn't want a man without money for a son-to-law," rejoined Thomas. "But Marion was not his own daughter!" "No. But he adopted her when she was a year old, and he had no expe- tation of having a child of his own; and North seemed to think as much of her after Stella came as before. Of course, one way of showing his liking was his anxiety to have Marion well married. At all events, the old man turned the cold shoulder to Fetridge, who was only a struggling lawyer, with nothing but his wits to depend on for a living. His visits to the house suddenly stopped. About two months after he ceased to call at the place, Marion North became Marion Stack-house." "There was plenty of gossip about that event at Swampscott, I'll be bound," was the detective's comment. "Of course. Everybody said she married Stackhouse for money, although she was in love with the other fellow. Some people go so far as to say that Marion and Fetridge had some lovers' quarrel, and so separated. Other people, with whom Marion is no favorite, did not hesitate to say that the young woman, being one of the cool and calculating kind, agreed with her father that Stackhouse was a certainty and the young lawyer only a possibility so far as money interests were concerned." "Fetridge is a rich man now," oracularly declared Mr. Lamm. "Ah! If friend North had dreamed that in a few weeks Fetridge would fall heir to a very handsome property in Australia, I think our friend Stackhouse would have been dismissed for the lawyer. It was an uncle, I hear, that left Fetridge his fortune. Fetridge went to Australia to settle up the estate, as perhaps you know, not in the least expecting to get much of anything. But in nine months he came home, to everybody's surprise, himself included, a millionaire." "Well, he began to feel drawn toward the Norths again. This time the old man was very glad to have him on good terms with the family. The almighty dollar, you know. I don't mean to slur a dead man's memory, but Paul North was a disciple of Mammon, if ever there was one in the world. The question in everybody's mouth is, how did Stackhouse attain his extraordinary influence over Paul North? I attribute it to his cunning catering to the old man's strongest passion—avarice. But not to digress. Fetridge visited the house regularly for a month or two, and it was gossiped down at the shore that the Apollo had turned his attention to Miss Stella. I am not at all certain as to the correctness of that assumption myself, Lamm." "He may have something of his former liking for Marion, you mean?" Mr. Lamm found an answering look from his co-worker that made a spoken response superfluous. "Just about a month ago, Lamm, professional business called Fetridge away from Boston. At any rate that was the explanation given by the young lawyer, who appears to have entered into quite intimate relations with the firm of North & Stackhouse since he came back from Australia with his millions. A Water street man I saw at the funeral told me he believed Fetridge backed the concern, and went away on some business connected with it." "That's a mere guess," was the detective's comment. "We must try to get at the real cause for this trip. You do not imagine that any disagreement with the family or the firm could have been at the bottom of it." "There was no love lost between Stackhouse and Fetridge. The cause of their mutual dislike may or may not be hard to determine," said Thomas, in a meaning tone; "but I'm very certain, from what has taken place since Mr. North's death—Fetridge did not come back, you know, until two days before—that he is on quite as good a standing with the family as ever. The way in which he was trusted in the funeral arrangements shows that much, plainly enough." Mr. Lamm knocked the ashes from his cigar, took a turn up the room, and coming back stopped in front of Thomas as he sat fingering his watch fob. "There's a mystery about this man Fetridge," he said with emphasis. "What you have found out about him simply confirms my feeling, quite warranted by my own knowledge of the man and his circumstances, that Fetridge is a person to be very carefully watched. Mark my words, young man. The day you find out what secret is shared by Marion North-Stackhouse and Richard Fetridge will mark a great advance in the progress of this investigation." When detective and reporter parted, after some further interchange of views, a certain line of policy was agreed upon. Richard Fetridge was to be kept constantly in sight. For the goings and comings of the young lawyer in the city, Mr. Lamm declared his purpose to fully account, while Mr. Thomas was to be the sentinel on duty at Swampscott. It happened that he was passing the North estate a little before nine o'clock, and that just then the whim seized him to enter the broad gateway and have a look at the silent, gloomy mansion upon watch the heavy pall of death and i...fortune had visibly fallen. There might be something stirring—some face, some light, some whispered conversation, perhaps—or was it that the sweet, sad face of North's orphaned daughter still haunted him and lured him out of his path? At all events it would not necessitate much of a delay, for the abiding place of Richard Fetridge was but a short distance beyond. At first sight it did not seem possible that he should gain anything by entering the grounds. There was not even a light visible from his standpoint on the driveway. It might have been, thought Mr. Thomas, some long abandoned ruin for all the semblance of life that could be seen about it. He was turning away, when his attention was attracted by a noise close by him as of a window cautiously opened, and immediately after he became aware of the flutter of white skirts at a window in the second story. Instinctively he drew back into the bushes. The night was dark, but the phosphorescent gleam that seems to distinguish objects even in a dark landscape, enabled him to see that somebody had emerged from the window and was coming down a trellis work into the garden. He heard the snapping of the frail wood work, the cracking of the vine that clung to it, and finally the precipitate, probably unintentional, drop to the ground, and the accompanying thud. But the figure gathered itself up quickly—came toward him—passed him—breathing with audible excitement. It was a figure veiled and closely muffled in a long cloak—the figure of a woman. "Is it one of the servants?" Thomas asked himself, as he observed her hurried steps until the gate was reached, her backward glance, as if hesitating for a moment whether to go on or to return, and then a quick, almost head-long flight directly up the street in the direction of Marblehead. "She cannot be going to the town, at any rate, whoever she may be," was Mr. Thomas' mental comment. "Is she a thief or a servant? I shall make it my business to know more about the matter, at all events." With a stealthy read, quite as noiseless as that of the cloaked figure hurrying before him, Thomas followed the woman, keeping her as well in sight as the darkness would permit. Regarding one point there could be no doubt in the watcher's mind. The fugitive knew the road she was taking, and followed it with a fixed purpose. Mr. Thomas began to find it a matter of some difficulty to keep her within view, especially as the thick foliage made the darkness in some places very black indeed. Suddenly the woman left the road, and ran across the lawn of a private estate. Thomas hastened after her, expecting to see her enter at the servant's door. But, to his surprise, she avoided the house, and eventually came out upon the rocks behind it, overlooking the sea. "Utterly absorbed in what she has in mind," thought Thomas. "And going straight toward the water, too! I don't know much about this district, but I think there is a little point of rocks out yonder, just in the direction the woman is taking. What if the creature should have come to this lonely spot at night to end her life?" Started at the thought, the reporter made haste, so that in case of emergency he might be ready to act. Nearer and nearer he approached the unknown wanderer. She stood still at last upon a rock that overhung the water that plashed monotonously along the long beach. The night wind swayed the folds of her cloak as she remained there for a moment like a statue. Suddenly, with a quick motion, the woman drew something from her breast, and cast it waterwards with all her strength. The effort seemed to A woman stands on a rock in the rain. SUDDENLY WITH A QUICK MOTION THE WOMAN DREW SOMETHING FROM HER BREAST AND CAST IT WATERWARDS. exhaust her, for she sank down a moment, clasping her hands before her face. The weakness was only transient. With nervous hands she pulled the vell over her face and wrapped the long cloak closely around her. Almost headlong was the haste with which the figure turned toward the road again. Looking neither to right nor left, she passed very near the man who had thus played the spy upon her. No affrighted fawn, thought Thomas, could have run more freely, under the spell of any dread whatsoever. For an instant the reporter was in a quandary. He desired to do two things at once—to follow the fleeting figure; to stop and investigate. He stood up, looking after her. "Queer thing!" he thought. "She is not going back to the North villa; at least, not by the same route by which we have come. She continues on the road toward the Phillips Beach station. Can it be that this woman has been kept here in hiding, and is going away? Perhaps, if I hurry, I can still overtake her." He stumbled hastily across the rocks to the place where she had stood when she threw the something, which had aroused his curiosity, toward the water. It was well-nigh a hopeless quest. He stood for a moment in the very attitude which he had seen her occupy, the lonesome swash of the sea in his ears, measuring the distance with his eye and trying to calculate the limit of her force. He walked down slowly in a straight line to the very edge of the water. The tide seemed very near the flood. "Quite hopeless. Not a chance in a million," he said at once. "But if I mark the spot and the height of the tide, by daylight to-morrow I can investigate with possible chance of success." He was looking about him for some object by which to secure the necessary landmarks, when his glance was attracted to a glittering something on a point of rock about which the water flowed. Even as he looked a wave dashed over it, obscuring it for the time, only to leave it gleaming in a reflected light again as the dark element receded. An astonished, incredulous stare! No, it could not be; yet it would pay him to make sure! He drew off his shoes and socks and prepared himself for the effort of investigation. A few cautious steps brought him so near that there could be no mistake. He uttered an involuntary cry, and, plunging forward, regardless of a thorough wetting from an unexpected wave, grasped the glistening object in his shaking hand. It was a pistol! CHAPTER X If Reporter Thomas had been previously curious about the identity of the fugitive from the North household, this curiosity had suddenly intensified into acute anxiety, now that he had discovered the nature of her mission to the water side. Rather than she should escape him at this moment he would willingly forfeit a month's salary. He felt the keen excitement of the man who finds himself on the verge of a momentous discovery. Thrusting the pistol into his pocket, he hastened to assume his clothing, and, at the top of his speed, made up the road in the direction the woman had gone. He reached the Phillips Beach station, only to find it black and deserted. There was the solitary figure of a man crossing the open space near by. Thomas hastened to accost him. "Has the last train gone, sir?" he inquired. "Train!" echoed the man. "There is no train from here to-night. The train leaves from Swampscott station at 9:26. It isn't a great way down the track, but I'm afraid it's too late," he added, looking at his watch. A sudden thought came like an inspiration to the reporter. "You didn't see a woman running down that track a moment or two ago, did you?" "Why, yes," returned the man. evidently struck with the coincidence. "I did. She asked me the very same question you did, and started off in chase for the train, but it was a good ten minutes ago. The fact was, the whole thing struck me as so peculiar that I went after her a bit, but somehow she gave me the slip. I must say I never saw a woman who could get over the ground so fast." Thomas waited to hear no more, but was off like an arrow down the dangerously dark road bed. It was a fruitless chase. Entirely out of breath, he reached the Swamp-scott station just in time to see the doors closed. A man bearing a lantern eyed him curiously as he came upon the platform. "Last train's gone," he said, curtly. "I know," said Mr. Thomas. "It's rather hard luck that of mine to-night. Fate's against me, sure. I had a mishap—a ducking as you see; and what with one thing and another, I have been balked every way. I wouldn't care, only that a lady was to meet me here and go to Boston with me in the train." "Lady with a veil and long cloak?" "Yes." "She went on in the train without you, my friend. Sorry for you, but there's once chance yet. You may catch that horse car into Boston, by way of Lynn, if you hurry." Mr. Thomas was perfectly aware of this fact, but he thanked the man with the lantern very gratefully and set out on a run for the corner indicated. The car was passing just as he arrived, and Thomas went with it as it rattled its slow way into Boston—a slowness that was magnified a hundred fold by the reporter's keen impatience. He was anxious to examine the weapon of which he had so strangely become possessed, but he did not consider it prudent to do so until he was free from observation. The opportunity arrived at last under an electric light, in a quiet street in the city. "Calliber?" he mentally commented. "Thirty-two! I thought as much. The old-fashioned four-barreled pepper-box of a kind in use before the war. Ah! Sharp's patent, 1869. Probably a reminiscence of North's younger days. Breech-loading, too. There's no alm to the thing at long range; but it's a deadly weapon in a hand-to-hand conflict. And it contains at present? Let's see. How do you get the confounded thing open? Ah! by this little button above the trigger. So, so. Three full cartridges and one empty ehell. The smut of the powder is still upon the muzzle. Recently fired, and not yet cleaned! Why, what fool could have taken so little pains to conceal a guilty fact?" He hastily thrust the pistol from sight and drew a long breath. A coincidence was out of the question. He no longer doubted the importance of his discovery. Luck—or was it fate?—had strangely favored him. By this time Mr. Thomas had reached the borders of the district where life is stirring, night as well as day. It was late, but not so late that the hackmen, always inclined to social propinquity, were not still to be found in their accustomed haunts. By all the groups gathered in smoky "all night" restaurants, or talking over the merits and demiestals of their respective teams, Thomas was welcomed as a friend of long standing. He took their chaffing about the outward and visible signs of his wetting with characteristic good-humor; and between repartes that brought a broad grin to the faces of his associates, managed to introduce certain tense questions as to the matter in hand. "Eastern depot? Why, Big Jim had a fare from there to-night. Here, Big Jim, leave off your palver with the dames at that table a moment and come and see Thomas!" Obedient to the summona, with ready good-will, Big Jim nodded to the reporter, and was presently seated with him at a conference carried on by both parties in an undertone. "The fare was a woman, Thomas." "He knew was a woman, Thomas." "A woman is what I'm looking for." "Well, this one was so wrapped up I couldn't make much of her looks; but I will say this, she wasn't old, and she was scared at something or other almost to death." "Where did you take her, Jim?" "To the Albany." "To the Albany!" Thomas' face fell. "Yes, air; just there. She said to me in a quick sort of way, like as I frightened at something: "Hackman, won't you please take this money and buy me a ticket for Hartford?" To be sure I would and did, old man. The woman was all of a tremble when I put the ticket and the change in her hand. She mumbled out something or other—thank you, I suppose—and ran to the train, although she had 15 minutes to spare; that 11 o'clock express, you know. Something wrong with her, of course." "I don't know that, Jim," answered Thomas, cautiously. "I guess she can't be the person I wanted, after all." The two parted excellent friends, as always. For an hour or more the reporter worked at his desk. Then he curled up in his chair for a nap, impressing upon one of the "night-owls" there on duty to wake him at 4:45 without fail. When the gong clashed at the Albany station at five the next morning, among the passengers on that early train—well-named "accommodation"—was Mr. Thomas. In one hand he held a copy of the city edition of the morning Globe. The other held a ticket to Hartford. It was 10:30 before the Charter Oak city was reached. Mr. Thomas' first efforts brought him into contact with the Jebus of the Connecticut capital. It was not at all a difficult matter to find the whereabouts of the solitary hack driver who waited for a chance passenger on the night trains; but Tom Ludlow was asleep, and the reporter found the time on his hands until noon. "How are you, sir?" said Ludlow, stretching himself and yawning as he met the inquirer, who had been waiting for his awakening. Both were at the door of the hotel stable. "A lady fare? Yes. She's safe enough. Friend of yours—relative?" Mr. Thomas thereupon set, forth, with much earnestness, that he had missed the young woman through an unavoidable accident, that they were going to a friend in Hartford, and that he had been much disturbed, over the fact that she had been obliged to make the journey at night alone. "Naturally," he said, in closing, "I am anxious enough about her. She's a timid girl; too young to be out alone like this. But I couldn't help it. I hope you bestowed her safely somewhere. At her friend's, I suppose?" The coachman flicked a fly off the post near which he was standing with great accuracy. "You are wrong there. Her friends were out of town. The girl did not know what to do; cried and took on. Course I felt sorry for her, and I drove her to the hotel. Knowing the night clerk, I just said a word in his ear that the lady was all right, and he gave her a room. Curious, though, why she'd wrap herself up so! I didn't get a peek at her face at all." "She's not been well at all recently. Fact is, the journey was partly taken on account of her health." answered the reporter. "But I am greatly indebted to you for the kindness you have shown her under these unfortunate circumstances. Here's a two-dollar bill to prove it. Take it, man; it's all right. And now where is the lady?" "In the house, yonder." returned Ludlow, pointing with his whip. "I registered her name as 'Miss Brown, Boston.' The clerk will find out for you whether she is un yet." The City hotel register bore the name, and the clerk listened with professional courtesy to Mr. Thomas' statement of the case. "We've not seen her yet," he said. "Very likely, however, she may be up and dressed by this time. I will send up your card if you wish. Front!" Mr. Thomas, taking a blank card from the pigeon-hole, wrote hurriedly the following name, which a bell boy soon carried to room X: "Mr. William C. Waterston." "Whoever she may be, she will be frightened, I suppose, at reading this elaborate name," Thomas thought. "But I must see her at all hazards." In a moment the boy had returned, bearing the card in his hand. "I knocked two or three times, sir, pretty loud, but couldn't make anyone answer," he said. "There wasn't a sound in the room that I could hear." The sudden look of alarm on Thomas' face was not lost upon the clerk. He glanced at the clock, and noted that the hands pointed at half-past 12. "Tell the chambermaid of the floor to open the room," he said. While the order was being carried out, Thomas stood motionless at the desk, the prey of a vague apprehension. It was the chambermaid herself who came to the office with the key of room X in her hand. "There's no one in the room," she declared, with eagerness. "The bed has not been slept in, and the woman must have stolen away during the night." Mr. Thomas looked blankly into the clerk's face. A very slight lifting of the shoulders was the only comment of that functionary. The reporter caught its meaning. "The poor girl must be out of her head, and is wandering about somewhere," he said. "Permit me to pay the bill for her lodging." The clerk bowed. "Should she chance to return while I am away," he added, "you will detain her, I am sure, courteously, but firmly. How unfortunate! How very unfortunate!" "It is barely possible that the lady may have been frightened away, if she was in a state of nervous prostration as you intimate," remarked the clerk, more cordial in manner now that the little account for the night's lodging had been settled. "But, upon my word, I cannot understand why. There were only five or six other guests on the floor, and they were quiet people, all of them." Once more Mr. Thomas betook himself to the neighborhood of the stable and was fortunate enough to find Ludlow there, making ready for his accustomed call at the railway depot. "Who were in the office when you left the young lady last night?" he asked. "Can you recollect?" Ludlow pondered a moment. "Let me see. The night clerk. The night porter." "Of course. Anybody else?" "Why, yes. Stern was there--Officer Stern. A policeman, you know. More- THE PLANET SATURDAY....DEC. 2nd. 1905 WRITTEN IN RED. Ty having a friendly chat with the clerk." "Do you think the lady noticed him?" "May be so—may be. Anyhow, Stern noticed her. We all did. How could we help it? Muffled up, nervous, hurrying off to her room." Quite certain that in this unexpected apparition of a policeman he had found the cause of the disappearance of the fugitive. Thomas set out once more on his search. The first trace of what might perchance prove to be the fugitive was found, half an hour later, at a little restaurant much frequented by early marketmen not far from the waterside. "Yes, a woman like you describe came here about four o'clock this morning," answered, to Thomas' inquiries, the old man who kept the place. "She took a cup of coffee and a sandwich and asked me the road to Windsor Locks. A very pleasant-spoken female. She thanked me kindly through her veil when I showed her. I told her she had better sit down and rets awhile; that the streets and roads were no place for a woman at that hour. Then if you'll believe it, she started up and ran away. She took that street yonder toward East Hartford bridge. I had half a mind to call after her that she was going the wrong way if she wanted to get to Windsor Locks, but she was out of sight before a cat could wink, and I couldn't leave the shop. Out of her head, you tell me? Poor creur!" The street which the reporter now followed led directly to the river and the bridge separating the busy capital from the quiet village of East Hart-ford. A sudden thought as he approached the stream sent a chill to his heart. He stopped at the boat house to ask if anybody had been seen to pass during the night, but no watch had been kept. After most perplexing uncertainty for several moments, Thomas decided to cross the river and seek for developments in the little town beyond. A milk wagon was jogging on to the accompaniment of jingling cans, as Thomas turned into the broad main street. It halted at a pleasant farm house not far from the river. "Just back from the city?" asked Thomas of the pleasant-looking man, with sun-tanned, hairy face, as he laid the reins over the back of his well-fed bay. "Yes, sir. It takes a goodish while to make my rounds." "Pardon my question, but it is one of great interest and importance to me. When did you set out?" "A little after four." "And did you chance to meet a woman, all wrapped up in a cloak, on your way over?" "Ah!" answered the milkman, interested at once. "I told Jim there was something queer about her. Yes. I did see her, and stopped her, too, just about where you are standing, sir." "The poor woman is not responsible for what she is doing," said Thomas. "I am searching for her now." "Ah!" The milkman smacked his lips in his eagerness. "Take her in charge, eh?" Thomas nodded. "Well, sir, she is as quick a traveler affoot as I ever see, man or woman; and goodness only knows where she has got to by this time. It was so uncommon to see such a figure that I took a pretty close note of her hurrying along from the bridge, and I put myself right in the way all of a sudden on purpose. She gave a little frightened scream, and put out her hand to me appealing like. It was as white a hand as I ever see, sir; she's never had any rough work to do, I'll be bound, poor thing!" "I'm not meaning you any harm," I says to her, while Jim, like an idiot, stood staring at her over the gate with his mouth open. 'But for a young woman like you to be racing along mad-like at this hour of the night, it isn't exactly the right thing, is it, miss? I put it to you frankly, you know.' She clasped her hands despair- ingly, and said: 'You don't know! You can't know! Do not try to stop me, for mercy's sake!' But I see the poor thing was well-nigh fagged out, and I just took her arm and walked her into the kitchen, where my good woman stood quite dumfounded. 'Sit you down there,' I says, putting her into a chair at the table. Breakfast hadn't been cleared away, as good luck would have it. 'Wife,' says I, 'give the girl as good a warm meal as you've got. Now you must eat and drink; you must make out a good breakfast,' I says, shaking my head at the girl, 'or I shan't let you go. If you don't want us to look at you, all right; we'll keep away. But whatever your errand, you need strength to carry it out." Thomas was listening with impatient eagerness, but he could not forbear a word of sincere thanks. "Don't mention it," said the farmer. "Who could 'a done different?' Well, to make a long story short, I watched her eat, but I must say a canary bird might have made out a bigger breakfast than did this frightened, trembling creature. We begged her to stay and rest, wife and I, but she wouldn't hear of it; and, after thanking us both like a lady, she set out Burnside way, and Jim and I went over 't the city. Poor girl! Out of her head? Well, well, tell you what: better get a team somewhere. She's far ahead, you know." No better advice could be offered or followed. In a few moments Thomas was driving the fastest horse the village livery stable afforded, and clouds of reddish dust marked his rapid progress eastward. He heard of the fugitive twice. Once she had stopped to drink at a wayside well, and a group of children had watched ner as she rested a moment and then went on, closely cloaked and veiled, though the morning was sultry. Once she had stopped at a farmer's door for a glass of milk—for a slick traveler in the road above, she had said, in hurried explanation—bringing the glass back after a moment with faintly-spoken yet earnest thanks. As his horse glucked his nose just A SHE FELL FAINTING AND WORN IN HIS ARMS. as a difficult sandy hill was being surmounted, Thomas's glance, taking in the broad expanse of landscape, brilliant under the rays of the westering sun, caught sight of a solitary woman's figure on a slope to the left. The roads crossed just at the summit of the hill; and, urging his horse to the utmost, Thomas soon came within view of the figure again, this time not far away. Did the unknown journeyer have some premonition that she was pursued? It would seem so, for she started like a hunted creature as the sound of rapidly-rolling wheels drew nearer, and ran into the thick wood that skirted one side of the road as if in desperate search of refuge. Thomas leaped from his carriage and was at her side in an instant. His touch on her shoulder seemed to paralyze all power of motion. She gave a stifled cry. The long cloak, already tangled in the thicket, fell to her feet. With a last vain effort to to go on, she staggered and reeled. As she fell, fainting and worn, in his arms, the veil that had concealed her features for so many a weary hour became freed from its fastenings and drifted away. "Good heavens!" Thomas almost gave way himself in the shock of discovery and the following revulsion of feeling. "Stella North!" TO BE CONTINUED. Filling the Bill. Said the gas office clerk, "I'm performing my work. With great national skill. It is widely agreed. That I always succeed In thoroughly filling the bill." —Washington Star. SNAKE CHARMER'S GRIEVANCE 8 "What's the trouble over in the lady snake charmer's tent?" "Ob, some one slid an angleworm into the tent and scared her into spasm." - N. Y. Sun. "Jinx appears to be a little bit uncertain about his auto." "How is that?" "I saw him just starting out for a spin in it to-day and asked him how far he was going and he said he wished he knew."—Houston Post. Whew! "So she's engaged, eh? That merely goes to prove the truth of what I have always contended, that no matter how big a freak a girl is there is a mate for her somewhere in the wide world. Who is she going to marry?" "Me."—Houston Post. Didn't Have to Behave Little Maggie (who has company)— "We've been playing school, mamma. Mamma—Indeed! And did you be have nicely? Little Maggie—Oh, I didn't have to behave. I was teacher.—Tit-lita. THE RICHMOND PLANE1, RICHMOND, VIRGINIA WOMAN BARKS LIKE DOG AS RESULT OF OLD BITE Hydrophobia Appears Thirteen Years After Accident—Strange Case Puzzles Doctors. New York. — Apparently suffering from rabies—she was bitten by a dog 13 years ago—Amanda Jones, aged 27, was taken from her home in this city to a hospital the other day. It is one of the most extraordinary cases of the kind. Her sister, Mrs. Mary McArthur, with whom she lives, says that Miss Jones when 14 years old was bitten on both hands by a dog, but the wounds were cauterized and no ill-effects appeared until last June when she suddenly developed all the usual symptoms of hydrophobia and became so violent that the combined strength of BARKING AND FOAMING AT THE MOUTH SHE ATTACKED HER FRIENDS. four men would hardly suffice to keep her in restraint. She recovered from this attack and was in good health until a short time ago, when the spell recurred. At the time the young woman was taken to the hospital where she remained several days. Having then apparently recovered she was allowed to return home and remained well for awhile when the same symptoms appeared. Foaming at the mouth and barking like a dog, the young woman rushed about the apartment, wrecking furniture and attempting to injure anyone who approached her. With the aid of neighbors Mrs Mc-Arthur managed to control her sister until a doctor was sent for. When he arrived, however, he was obliged to administer opiates before the woman could be removed, and in the hospital they worked over her until morning, when the symptoms of hydrophobia had disappeared. Later in the day she was once more apparently in normal health, although weak, and was permitted to go home. The physicians are puzzled by the case. They are inclined to believe the disease is a form of epileptic hysteria, itself of rare occurrence, the long lapse of time since the infliction of the bites almost precluding a theory of hydrophobia, notwithstanding the pronounced symptoms. ARRANGES OWN FUNERAL Girl Commits Suicide After Picking Out Coffin in Which She Asks to Be Cremated. New York.—That Miss Anna E. Scott, the girl who killed herself in Atlantic City recently because of grief over her fliance's sudden death, had, with careful deliberation, arranged for her funeral, even to the point of choosing her coffin, became known when a friend of the suicide called at Aldred's undertaking shop. Telling John Aldred, Jr., that she expected a friend to die within a few days, Miss Scott discussed calmly the best method of disposing of her own body, and informed the undertaker that she would notify him when he was needed. She said her friend's name was Anna Smith. "She doesn't want to be buried," said Miss Scott, "but has told me she prefers cremation." She asked Aldred how much it cost to cremate the body, and on being told the terms said they were satisfactory. "Now, I'd like to see a coffin," she said. Aldred led the way to the rear of the shop and showed her several caskets. "A plain one will do," she said, and it was agreed that a pine board coffin with no embellishments would be used. "I'm going away to-morrow," said Miss Scott. "and you'll probably hear from me on Saturday. Now, don't forget, I want the body cremated and I'll see that you get the money." The suicide left a message summoning the undertaker to take charge of the body of "Annie Smith" and a note to a friend in which money for the services of the undertaker was inclosed. Society Man in Toils Colorado Springs, Col.—The arrest of Richard Harding Loper in Pueblo on a charge of embezzlement followed a vigilance of two weeks on the part of the detectives and they finally nabbed him as he was about to receive an express package that had been sent him from Colorado Springs. Loper is charged by Judge Robert L. Hubbard, publisher of the Frontier, a monthly magazine, with appropriating money of the company to his own use. The amount specified in the complaint is $17.50. Loper is well known here and in Denver and has moved in the exclusive society of both cities. Girls Husk Corn Gays, ill.—Twenty young women of this place have organized a corn husking club. The idea originated with the women members of the Presbyterian church, and the girls have been making a descent on near-by cornfields. They have husked nearly 5,000 bushels to date. At the rate of four cents a bushel $200 has been netted to the church fund. A Desirable Dad. The stork one day Had lost its way. Was tired and full of rancor And asked the child That at it smiled Where it would like to anchor. The kid was wise, As you'll surmise. And murmured to the birdie: "Just take me down To New York town To dear Pa McCordy. —Puck. CRITICISM. When Thompson had finished his first statue he exclaimed triumphantly: "There! If that isn't the finest thing ever cut out of a block of marble, I'm a Dutchman!" Thompson's friends came and were properly transported with pleasure. "By Jove!" they cried unanimously. "What a masterpiece! How beautiful!" Thompson demanded modestly, "You have no criticism to make?" To which they replied in chorus, "None!" One, however, probably seized with a burning desire to distinguish himself, hazarded in a timid voice: "Only one Thompson; only one—no more. It is too fine." And his companions all echoed the sentiment. "True, true. We were going to say the same ourselves. It is too fine." The sculptor exhibited his masterpiece, convinced that it would revolutionize the whole artistic world, if not the very art of sculpture itself. As for the mob, it would be taken by storm. But the mob was much more stupid than even Thompson had fancied. It absolutely refused to be taken by storm. The artistic world behaved exactly like the mob. Thompson sent again for his friends. "We told you so, you know," said they in unison. "We said it was too fine." "Dear me, but that isn't a fault, is it?" The friends burst into a laugh he likes burst into a laugh. "Well, Thompson, you are green, and no mistake." "Tell me what I am to do then." Here one of the group who had not spoken whispered into Thompson's ear: "We don't mind giving you a point or two—at least I don't—but these are little matters which must be done in private, separately." "I understand," said Thompson gratefully. So the sculptor sent to the gallery for his statue, resolved to demand of each of his friends separately what there was about it that was especially too fine. The first corner, a baldheaded man, examined the work anew carefully. "Your statue," said he, "has a most ridiculous head of hair. It looks to me very much like a wig. People don't have hair like that. It is absurd. Look at my head." Thompson swept off the flowing locks with a few strokes of his chisel and polished the cranium of his masterpiece after the fashion of the living model before him. "Splendid!" cried the baldheaded man. The second to turn up was a knockkneed party. "Your statue, Thompson," said he, "is fitted with most preposterously straight legs. Such an absolutely vertical line is inadmissible. Where have you ever seen legs like those? Not on me, for example. And you know, old fellow," he added, "reality before all." Thompson grown. He seized his chisel, hollowed out the net limbs—in fact, from the legs of Apollo he managed to make a fair copy of those of his friend. "Bravo!" declared the knockkneed man. The third was a one armed man. "Look here, Thompson," he said confidentially, "between you and me, two arms are all very well. Arms are all right in their place, but think of the Venus de Milo!" "Yes," objected Thompson. "I know. The Venus de Milo has no arms now, but you don't mean to assert that she never had any?" "I do indeed. Ah, what a daring genius was her sculptor?" "Not more than I!" cried the excited Thompson. With a blow of his hammer he severed the right arm of his statue. He was just on the point of serving the left in the same fashion when his friend stopped him. "No, no; not too much zeal, not too much imitation either. One will do, I assure you." "You think so?" said Thompson. "I am sure of it," responded the one armed man. And so on with half a dozen other friends. One found fault with the nose, whose own was broken. A cripple and a great poet asked pleasantly: "Now, whatever use are those legs at all?" Thompson gasped: "Why, to hold him up!" "Nonsense. I haven't got any such things. You don't hear me complain of not being held up." Thompson saw the point. By this time the statue was little more than a shapeless block of marble. The last of Thompson's friends was an Ethiopian, a highly cultivated and appreciative person. "A fine piece of work," said he, "very fine indeed. But the color is unbearable." Thompson covered the statue with a coating of black paint. The following day the friends all came to the studio in a body. They were enchanted. Again the statue was put on exhibition. "Magnificent! Mystic! Wonderful!" cried the public. They thronged the gallery from morning till night. It is true nobody understood it, but that was the best of it, because it gave the critics a chance to invent theories. They are still explaining Thompson's masterpiece. As for Thompson himself, he is thinking of going out to America as a bricklayer or stone-mason or something of that sort. His friends say success has turned his head. "Why did you blush?" he asked. "Oh," she replied. "I always blush the first time I am ever kissed."— Chicago News. THE CORSET. It Is Important That It Should Be Properly Adjusted. There is nothing that has so much to do with a woman's figure as the corset. It is the key to her carriage and upon its being adjusted and fitted properly depends her shape. Corsets have been subjected to change and improvement. A woman's health and bearing are so much dependent on them that ill fitting corsets are worse than none, and the wrong corset on the wrong figure is just as injurious. Every woman can be well corseted if she consults one who understands figures and fitting, which can be done at very little expense. In adjusting corsets it would be well to remember the following: First.—When inserting the lacers begin at the top and lace to waist line; leave two long loops and continue to the bottom, where the ends should be tied in a knot. Second.—When taking the corset off, loosen the lacers freely. Put them on with the lacers still loose and pull them well down over the abdomen and flips. Third.—Hold the corset down with one hand and draw the abdomen gently up into the corset with the other hand. Attach the hose supporters and draw the lacers tight at the waist line. Fourth.—Adjust the lacings above and below the waist with the fingers until the pressure at the waist is eased. Tie the loops either front or at the back. NEW GLOVES Their Lease of Life Depends Upon How You Put Them On. The secret of the preservation of gloves is the method adopted when first putting them on. Do not attempt this unless you have at least a quarter of an hour to spare. If the hands are at all moist powder them well, then fold the lower part of the glove backward and insert all the fingers, working them in evenly and leaving the thumb loose till all the fingers are fully in place. Then insert the thumb and work the glove down smoothly over the hand, gently pressing all the seams into their proper position. Button the second button, then the ones below it, fastening the first one last of all. Keep on the hand for a few minutes without closing the fingers, then take them off by turning back the wrists and drawing them gradually inside out till they reach the middle joints of the fingers, when the can be easily removed. Turn them right inside out, smooth lengthways and place them separately in their sachet with a layer of fine flannel in between. FOR BUSINESS WOMEN Don't expect to be treated as if you were in society. Don't bring your home troubles to the office and air them there. Don't criticise those who work with you or those for whom you work. Don't be late to your work and then expect consideration because you are a woman. Don't wear overtrimmed and fussy clothes. Wear plain clothes, with appropriate blouses. Don't try to be mannish either in dress or manner. The mannish business woman is out of fashion, fortunately. Don't sprinkle yourself with heavy perfume. Your particular kind of perfume may be exceedingly obnoxious to those about you. Don't forget that all of the evil passions are traceable to two roots—anger and worry. These are the thieves that steal precious time and energy from life—St. Louis Post-Dispatch. Dainty Noils. The nails should extend just beyond the ends of the fingers. It is dangerous to allow a greater length, for they may be torn, and a less length will not allow a shapely finish. Only the sharpest scissors should be used in nail cutting. It is very essential to round off the corners. When the nail surface is very rough it may be rubbed once daily with some finely powdered pumice moltened with water. This will make the nail smooth, but dull. A little chalk will get rid of much of the dullness and, after wiping, a film of olive oil will restore the polish. FOR THE CHILDREN Queen Name of a Bird Queer Name of a Bird. The laughing jackass is not a quadruped, but a bird that belongs to the kingfishers. It lives in Australia and has gained this ridiculous name because of its absurd way of going off into peals of laughter without any particular cause. The Australian bushmen are always delighted to hear it, as they believe it to be a prediction of fine weather. In damp weather the laughing jackass is a different appearing bird from what it is at other times. Its feathers are ruffled, its wings droop, and it has a most untidy and bedragged appearance. It sits on a branch of a tree and becomes miserably sick and wretched. It mopes all day long, not having enough energy to go and look for something to eat. This in bad weather. But when the weather clears, oh, that is a different proposition to the laughing jackass! It bursts into peal after peal of jovial, rollicking laughter, and its plumage is transformed into all the glimmering colors of the rainbow. Where the Apostles Rest. Church authorities state that the remains of the apostles of Christ are now in the following places: Seven are in Rome—namely, Peter, Philip, James the lesser, Jude, Bartholomew, Matthias and Simon. Three are in the kingdom of Naples—Matthew (at Salerno), Andrew (at Amalfi) and Thomas (at Ortano). One is in Spain—James the greater, whose remains are at St. Jago de Compostella. Of the body of St. John the evangelist, the remaining one of the twelve, there is no knowledge. The Evangelists Mark and Luke are also in Italy—the former at Venice and the latter at Padua. St. Paul's remains are also believed to be in Italy. Peter's are, of course, in the church of Rome which is called after him, as are also those of Simon and Jude. Those of James the lesser and Philip are in the Church of the Holy Apostles, Bartholomew's in the church on the island in the Tiber called after him, Matthias' are in the Santa Maria Maggiore, under the great altar of the renowned basilica. Gorgeous Soap Bubbles Make a fluid in this way: Get a cake of palm oil soap, shave its parings as thin as possible and drop in a big bottle filled with distilled water. Shake the mixture very vigorously, then filter through gray filtering paper and mix the remaining fluid with one-third of its bulk in pure glycerin. Before using, shake well. Get a small glass funnel about two inches in diameter, connect it with a tube of india rubber, and you can blow bubbles with this apparatus that will surpass the rainbow itself in brilliance and beauty. Yes, there is a lot of trouble in getting your scientific pipe and liquid ready, but think of the sport in the end! Just imagine a bubble twelve inches across! You can blow them in this way by putting them upon a big iron ring (very carefully, of course), while the metal is wet with the prepared solution. Get a ring that is quite rusty. That assures a good result. A string of bubbles two or three inches in diameter can be kept intact for ten or twelve hours. Tug of War. The tug of war as played by our boys in schools and colleges is performed in Burma, with the difference that with the Burmese it is a religious ceremony and not a sport. The rope is made of long canes twisted together, with sticks stuck through for handles. The boys and men of one town take hold of one side, those of another town the other. Both pull as hard as possible. Each side has curious instruments to encourage them. Priests also are present in large numbers. The ceremony is a solemn occurrence, indeed, and is only employed when rain is badly needed. It really makes very little difference which side beats, for all want rain. The natives, however, try their best to win, perhaps because they expect some special good fortune because of their prowess in "the tug." Cat and Mouse Game "Come, Johnnie, you be cat, and teacher will take one one from each row for mice. Susle, you and Teddy and Sallie-yes, eight of you. Now, hide your eyes, and teacher will take pussy where you can't see." Pussy was deposited behind a reading chart. Then the mice came forth and "nibbled." Suddenly, as one little mouse tripped gingerly about the reading chart, out sprang the cat, fierce eyed and bloodthirsty. How those mice did run! But one was caught and put under the table. Then all hid their eyes until teacher should again put pussy out of sight. The game continues until all the mice are caught, when another player becomes the cat. A Going to Bed Game. Quite often in the evening when 'tis time to go to bed We play we take a journey to the polar seas instead. The hallways are the fields of snow o'er which suddenly creep. The stairs a rugged mountain, very dangerous and steep. Our torchlight is the candle and the balusters the rope. By which to reach the summit soon we will be in the snow but the bed. Where we crawl in like Eskimos as soon as prayers are said. And dream that in the morning when we look outside the door. We'll see the north pole standing where no man has been before; That when we're dressed we'll carve our names upon the pole with care. Although we fear nobody else will ever see them there. How to Give Appropriate Presents. Every one wants to give appropriate Christmas presents, but not every one succeeds in doing so. A little thought would save many blunders. Don't give the girl who lives in a boarding house room large pictures or smashable bric-a-brac. When she moves she will have to give them all away. Don't give a green sofa cushion to a friend who has a blue drawing room. Don't give anybody anything you would not care to have yourself. This refers to "gift" editions of the poets with padded covers and gilt decorations. How to Make a Nut and Celery Salad. A nut and celery salad is excellent with the Christmas turkey. Use about a dozen English walnuts to a large head of celery. Crisp and cut up the celery in small pieces, blanch the nut meats and chop them coarsely, mix the nuts and celery, marinate for half an hour in a plain French dressing, arrange on crisped and chilled lettuce leaves and cover with mayonnaise dressing. A pretty garnish is pieces of celery cut into two inch lengths and curled with a sharp knife. with a damp cloth and fill it with this stuffing. Boil and mash three or four potatoes and four good sized onions; add while all is hot a tablespoonful of butter and two of milk, two teaspoonfuls of powdered sage, a tablespoonful of sweet marjoram, one of salt, a good teaspoonful of pepper and the beaten yolk of one egg. Sew up the opening and truss. Allow twenty-five minutes to every pound when roasting and baste every ten minutes. Meanwhile stew the gibbets for the gravy. Serve good gravy in one tureen and apple sauce in another. A Poem for Today ANDRE'S REQUEST By N. P. Willis NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS, poet and journalist, was born in Portland, Me., Jan. 20, 1896, and died near Cornwall, N. Y., on his sixty-first birthday. He was born in New York in New York literary circle, being in 1884, they doubt the most popular the best paid and in every way the most successful magazine that America had yet seen." The story of Major John Andre, the young and accomplished Briton who wrote the Army's plot, is well known to readers of American history. He is buried at Tarrytown, N. Y. Sept. 23, 1780, and hanged Oct. 1. It is not the fear of death That damps my brow. It is not for another breath I ask thee now. I can die with a lip unstirred And a quiet heart— Let but this prayer be heard Ere I depart. I can give up my mother's look, My sister's kiss; I can think of love—yet brook A death like this! ```markdown ``` GROW HAIR. To Prove It, I Send a Trial Package Free by Mail. THE LONG HAIR My discovery actually grows hair, stops hairs from falling, quickly restores inhibits urinary growth to shining brows and eyelashes, and quickly restores gray or faded hair to its natural color. 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After the goose is properly drawn wipe it inside and out with a damp cloth and fill it with this stuffing: Boil and mash three or four potatoes and four good sized onions; add while all is hot a tablespoonful of butter and two of milk, two teaspoonful of powdered sage, a tablespoonful of sweet marjoram, one of salt, a good teaspoonful of pepper and the beaten yolk of one egg. Sew up the opening and truss. Allow twenty-five minutes to every pound when roasting and baste every ten minutes. Meanwhile stew the gibbets for the gravy. Serve good gravy in one tureen and apple sauce in another. FOR TODAY REQUEST P. Willis ER WILLIS, poet and journalist, d. Me., Jan. 20, 1896, and died near his sixty-first birthday. He was years in New York literary city beyond a doubt the most popular, the story way the most successful maga- nad yet seen." The story of Major ang and accomplished Britton who Tarnold's plot, is well known to read- ery. He was captured at Tarrytown, and hanged Oct. 1. I can give up the young fame I burned to win— Thine is the power to give, Thine to deny, Joy for the hour I live— Calmness to die. By all the brave should cherish, By my dying breath, I ask that I may perish By a soldier's death! ```markdown ``` HEY PLANET JOHN NUTCHELL, JR. • EDITOR. All communications intended for publication should be sent so as to reach us by Wednesday. TERMS IN ADVANCE ADVERTISING BATES REGISTERED LETTER. - If a money Order Post-Office or an Express Office is not within your reach, your postmaster will register the address of the subscriber. Then, if the letter is lost or stolen it can be traced. You can send money in this manner you send money in letters in any other way than one of the four ways mentioned above. If you send your money in any other way, you must do it as your own. RENEWALS, ETC. - If you do not want The Planter continued for another year after your subscription has run out, you then notify by mail or by direct mail that you decided that subscribers to newspaper, who do not order their paper discontinued at the expiration of time, which is the date of the subscription up to date when they order the paper discontinued. COMMunications. - When writing to us to request a subscription or order direct mail paper, you should give your name and address in full otherwise we cannot find your name on our books. COMMUNICATIONS. - In order to change the address of a subscriber, we must be sent the former as well as the present address. Entered at the Post-Office at Richmond, Va. as second-class matter. SATURDAY,....DEC. 2nd, 1905. We must practice politeness and be prompt in our business dealings. People who are always attending to other people's business are seldom able to attend to their own business The outlook is very promising for the Republican Party to be split up into factions. The fight for the regulations of rates is one that the colored voter can afford to avoid with pleasure and profit. We should do all in our power to control the disreputable, lawless element amongst us. They are our own worst enemies. Good management in the affairs of one's own affairs invariably indicates an ability to manage affairs for other people, when unhampered by worrisome restrictions. People who spend all that they make are on the regular county road to the poor-house, although by the intervention of friends, they may never reach there. We learn that Henry Jamison of Macon, Georgia, who was released by Judge Emory Speer on a writ of habeas corpus has not been recommitted. His friends have taken the case to the regular channels of the state courts with the intention of once more facing a decision from the United-States Supreme Court. Some colored folks pay for race newspapers willingly, some colored folks pay for them grudgingly and some other colored folks do not pay for them at all. Those of the first class are the glory of the publisher and those of the last named class tend to make him lose all hope of heaven. A "Lawyer" writes a communication to the Times-Dispatch of Monday complimenting Mr. C. O. Saville, Clerk of the Law and Equity Court upon his courteous and affable manner. The testimonial is deserved Mr. Saville is one of the best white gentlemen in the South-land and he does not have to look on the white side of the line either for bouquets that are being tossed in his direction. We learned with regret of the serious charge made against Hon. A. W. Harris, an account of which we publish in another column. He has employed able counsel and we hope that the circumstantial evidence against him will need only his own explanation to clear away any seeming improper action on his part. It will take the strongest kind of evidence to make us believe that he is guilty of flagrant improper conduct in the cases now pending against him. The unfortunate discussion now going on between Sentator J. B. Foraker of Ohio and Ex-Senator William E. Chandler of New Hampshire is doing the Republican party of the nation no good. It now looks that the Republican Party has become so large by the immigration of the late members of the Democratic Party that disintegration has set in. The result will be the organization of the Roosevelt Republican Party which will be more Roosevelt than it will be Republian and more Mugwump than it will be either Roosevelt or Republican. The most serious handicap of the popular President of the United States is his over-sensitiveness to criticism and misrepresentation. Mr. Cleveland became similarly affected and it portended his decline as a political quantity. MORE TROUBLE IN GEORGIA The Henry Jamison case seems to be causing no end of trouble in Georgia. Judge Emory Speer is being backed in his contents by some of the ablest white men in that state. The point at issue is the right of the United States District Court to interfere in a matter purely local in its characters even though it denies to a citizen of the United States a right guaranteed by the Great Constitution of the United States. The Georgia blood of the combatants is now up and there is but little doubt but what the case will find its way to the door of the Supreme Court of the United States. Counsel for Jamison allege that the action of the United States Supreme Court in reversing Judge Emory Speer was not upon the morris of the case, but wholly and solely because of the failure of the plaintiff to exhaust the remedies at law by taking the case through the Supreme Court of Georgia. The city officials of Macon, Ga. became over anxious and they re-arrested Jamison and conveyed him to jail, placing him again in the chalangang and thereby submitting him to infamous punishment. Judge Speer now has the Macon officials up for contempt of court in that the plaintiff was arrested again before the mandate of the Supreme Court of the United States had been received by him and the Writ of Habeas Corpus regularly dismissed by him in accordance with its decree. The defendants were bailed and ordered to appear before Judge Speer January 2d, 1906. The case is a most interesting one. Jamison's counsel has now filed a petition for a writ of habeas corpus before Judge Felton and last Tuesday was the day set for the hearing. Should he grant the same the case will no doubt come to a temporary end so far as the plaintiff's release is concerned, but the case will then be fought out in the Supreme Court of Georgia. Should that court decide against Jamison, application will again be made to Judge Emory Speer for another writ of habeas corpus. He will unquestionably grant it again and then the case will be raced back to Washington before that august tribunal. Should it again reverse Judge Speer, the end is in sight and Jamison will be required to serve out his time in the chain-gang of Georgia. This is an example of the disposition of the blooded southerner to stand by the colored man of the old-time slave-type to the end of the chapter. Jamison is idolized by his employers and he will be able to get many rights denied to even the lower strata of the poor white men of Georgia. This is a "white man's Nigger" and more than one white man of the office holding class will know it before Henry Jamison serves that infamous sentence in the infamous chain-gang of Georgia. Race prejudice "cuts some queer antics" sometimes. Complaint was made to the Board of Education of Buncombe county, North Carolina that the six children of the Gilliland family had Negro blood in their veins. Their complexion was dark and the Negro-haters readily jumped to the conclusion that they were Negroes masquerading as whites. The REICHMOND PLAYT. RICHMOND, VIRGINIA Board of Education excluded them from the schools of the county and as the Negroes claim that they did not belong to their "kith and kin" and the whites made a similar plea, they were caught so to speak "between the devil and the deep blue sea." The family employed able attorneys who established the fact that the children's dark complexion was due to their Portuguese ancestor. These Negro-hating white folks evidently had lost sight of the fact that some of the alleged members of the white or Latin, or Teutonic races are darker, yes, much darker than some of Negroes and the "battle royal" was the result. A jury took only fifteen minutes to decide in favor of the alleged Negro children. As there were no Negroes on the jury, it is supposed that this verdict will settle the matter. The white public schools will be open to the Gilliland children in North Carolina. The absurdity of such a proposition must be apparent to everybody, not excepting the Negro-haters themselves. Here are people who are made to employ able attorneys to defend their rights. The expense must have been considerable, and yet we doubt if one of them sympathize with the colored people who in other ways have been subjected to similar inconvenences. It will not be long before they will find out that the feeling among many of the white people there will be, "The court has decided that you are white, but, you're Niggers just the same." Such is the unreasoning character of race prejudice. It has been in existence in all ages in some form or the other and the indications are that it will run its course against the Negro here in about one thousand years appearing in some other form to be a plague and worry to mankind. BISHOP TURNER'S UTTERANCES Bishop Henry M. Turner of Atlanta, Georgia, if he were correctly quoted made a bitter violent attack upon the Supreme Court of the United States during the course of his remarks before the Macon conference of the African Methodist Episcopal Church, Friday, Nov. 24th, 1905. He has been radical in this respect before, but his bitterness increases with age. Some things he said were true and will awaken a hearty Amen from every race-loving citizen of color in the United States: while some others will cause these same people to pause before yielding praise or accordingly honor for what may be considered by the country at large as being closely akin to treason. Bishop Turner is quoted as follows: "I am not pleased with this nation No man hates this nation more than I do. When I go to say my prayers I have a struggle to get to the place where I am willing for God to allow the United States Supreme Court to have part in my prayer. That damnable institution, which raped the negro of every vestige of human or manhood's right—the men that compose that body may get to heaven the best way they can, "but very little help God will grant them from any request that I make. All that this distinguished church man says of the Supreme Court of the United States is true and we are not surprised that he went as far in damning it as his clerical robes would permit him to go. If he failed to use the language of the street, it was because he couldn't do it and not because he wouldn't if he could. The tribunal referred to is anti-Negro and in being so is anti-human rights. We are free to say that we have very little respect for the tribunal's decisions. We noted its decisions in the Insular cases and this will always be a blight upon its record and a shame upon its decrees. In our opinion, no popular, legislative body is more sensibly affected by public opinion than is this tribunal that was created and intended to be above such tendencies and unaffected by popular clamor. It has a blind side and the attorneys for the citizen of color are always assigned seats and forced to argue the question from that side of its soul racking chamber. We cannot join Bishop Turner in hating the nation. In many instances it has been very kind to us and when on trial and we are permitted to have the use of the forum, it has invariably decided the questions at issue in favor of human rights only to be reversed by this very tribunal that Bishop Turner so fittingly characterizes. Bishop Turner is quoted further: "The Negro will never be anything in this country but a scallion until he shows his manhood. Go to Africa and build up a great nation that will command the respect of the civilized world." The first declaration is true, but the second o. is open to criticism. The Boers wen. to Africa and the world knows the result. The treatment of the Natives in South Africa is on a par with the treatment of the colored people in this country and it is alleged by some knowing ones that it is a great deal worse. Find gold and diamonds in any quantity in Liberia and the march of the white man would be emphasized by the elimination of the black one as ruler. We do not leave the United States, because we can find no better country to which to go. Bishop Turner spoke truly, however when he said: "We could organize and agitate and pay men to stay at Washington and plead for the cutting down of the Southern representation, while the South is pleading for our disfranchisement, and much good could be accomplished. But the Negro is a miserable coward. He just stays here and preaches, 'Heaven up yonder' and 'Hell down yonder', and says, 'Wait on the Lord.' Why wait on the Lord to do for you what you can do for yourself." Bishop Turner also aimed his oratorical gun at the Rev. Thomas Dixon on and, after a bitter arraignment of the latter for his writings and speeches against the Negro, offered Mr. Dixon $500 to meet him on "any platform in the United States" in joint debate of the Negro question. But then this is Bishop Turner and when he talks, he makes you listen if only in amazement. His thrust at Rev. Thomas Dixon, Jr. is highly commendable and if he becomes so wrought up that he talks like some of us who never professed religion, he but emphasizes the depth of his feeling and gets for himself and others at least self-sat isfaction when he can get nothing else from the government or the Supreme Court... Truly are these good times, when a colored man can talk that way in Georgia. But then he is only forty years behind the white folks of that grand old blood-stained state for that he tamed the nation too and shouldered muskets and fired cannon to emphasize by actions what Bishop Turner speaks forth in words. STRANGE CASE IN AMHERST October 1st, 1905 Mrs. Frank Brown (white) alleged that she had been brutally attacked and criminally assaulted. As she gave no accurate description of her alleged assault, no one was arrested for some time, although suspicion rested on Jim Watson, a very polite colored barber who lived near there and whose worst fault was his love of whiskey. There was not enough evidence upon which to base an arrest and the people kept talking. His friends became uneasy and as some of the white people of that section are presumed to place a rope over a limb of a tree with a colored man's neck at the other end of it, the advice given was that Jim Watson would find a sudden disappearance on his own account and of his own free will and volition much more conducive to his health. He left and this was taken as an evidence of guilt and with not enough evidence against him to justify one in shooting a snow-bird, he was at once the victim of a warrant for his arrest. Watson reached Lynchburg, where he was placed in a strong jail, feeling much safer there than he would have felt if he had been on the outside. He was there for more than a month. He was released, from jail, November 25th on his own recognizance in the sum of $100 and the commonwealth's attorney announced that he would enter a nolle prosequi in his favor at the next term of court. The prosecution was abandoned upon the advice of Detective W. G. Baldwin of the Baldwin Roanoke Detective Agency, who knew all the facts in the case. Moreover, Mrs. Brown has admitted that Jim Watson did not assault her. Judge C. J. Campbell, who is Watson's counsel now announces that he will oppose any such action, claiming that his client is entitled to a vindication at the hands of a jury. To a "man up a tree," it would seem that there is more in the case than appears upon the surface and there is no man in that county, better qualified to let the people know it than is that same Judge C. J. Campbell of Amherst county, Virginia. "Jim" is one of those white folks pets, some times contemptuously called "white folks' Niggers" and the white folks are going to take care of him. Lengthening the Procks. Where last winter's wool freck is too short for the long legged girl, put a yoke of any sort of heavy lining and cover it with braid to match the color of the plaid of stripe. Scaling Fish To scale fish easily pour on hot water slowly till the scales curl, then scrape quickly. Wash in several waters, having the last cold and well salted so no slime will be left. Keeping Track of Overshoes. Identify your overshoes by fastening them together with a clothespin bearing your name. A more practical idea is to have the name written in each shoe with red ink. Burps and Scalds. For burns and scalds bind the white of an egg over the injured part. It forms a coating like varnish, excluding the air, and gives a delightful sense of coolness. FOR YOUNG FOLKS MUSICAL GLASS. A Couple of Experiments That May Be Lactily Tried. This pretty experiment should be made with a thin cut glass goblet, and it would be all the better if the glass should have a high note when you tap it with your finger nail. Cut out of stiff writing paper a cross with arms of equal length, and, laying it on the tap of the glass, turn down each end of the four arms so that the cross will not slip off. Having thus fitted the cross, take it off the glass and pour water into the THE MUSICAL GLASS. latter until it is nearly full. Now wipe the rim carefully, so that not a parti- cle of moisture remains on it, and re- place the cross. You can make the glass vibrate and give forth a sound by rubbing your dampened finger over some part of the exterior. That is why we have called it the "musical glass," but an even more wonderful experiment may be made with it. Suppose, for instance, you rub your dampened fingers on the glass just under one of the arms of the cross; the cross will not move. But rub it between any two of the arms and the cross will begin to turn slowly, as if by magic, and will not stop turning until one of the arms reaches a point immediately over the place you are rubbing. You can thus move your finger around the glass and make the cross move as you please. A Pretty Sport In Which Any Number of Children May Join. A pretty sport for either the lawn or parlor is one which the children call statuary. If there is sufficient room, any number of children can join in the game by dividing into various groups. On child is chosen to be "it." The one who is "it" takes by the hand the child nearest and swings him around, not roughly, but with sufficient force to cause him to fall when his hand is suddenly let go. The one who is swung round is to remain in the position into which he falls or in which he regains his balance if he succeeds in doing so instead of falling. Arms or limbs are to remain extended without change, and the body is to retain the attitude of the fall. One after another of the children are to be taken in turn until all of the group have been thrown. As each one falls he is to keep his statuesque pose until all of the group have been thrown, and, as this would prove difficult to do for a very long time, the groups should be divided into not more than six or seven, with one of each group to be "it." When all are thrown the one who has swung them—the might, be called the sculptor—is to decide which child has fallen into the prettiest or most graceful position. This one is to be sculptor next time, and the game is to be repeated as before. When played in a spirit of gentleness and fun this game is sure to prove an enjoyable one, and older people than the children will watch with interest both its funny and its picturesque sides. A Guidebook to Books As soon as you think you are old enough get for yourself some good handbook, manual or primer of English literature and make use of it to inform yourself about the books you read. This will help to place them in their true relations to one another. A good encyclopedia rightly used will serve nearly as well. Just as a guide-book serves both to tell about places you see and also suggest new trips, so in the manual of literature you will have glimpses of new fields of reading, possibly of such a nature as will please you better than those more familiar.—St. Nicholas. New Pens Are Made. Pens are made by machines which seem almost to think. The steel is cut into ribbons as wide as the length of one pen, and these are fed to machines which cut out the blanks, then stamp them, split the points and place the maker's name on the backs. The pens are now complete, save the annealing, which is a process of heating the metal almost to the melting point and then cooling it suddenly to render it tough. After being annealed, the pens are counted and placed in boxes. A machine has been invented for performing both these operations. A Little Word A Little Word. A very little word is "no." You wonder doesn't grow. It doesn't need to grow a bit. For, though it's small, it's full of grit. A manly, plucky little word and always so polite if "sirred." But when you mean it, show. But when you "mean it" give me "No." - Arthur Macy in Youth's Companion. THE STOUT WOMAN. Some "Don't's" Which May Aid Her In Selecting Her Costumes. In selecting her outfits. A list of don'ts formulated by a modiste who has made the stout figure an especial study may be a useful guide to the woman who is inclined to embonpoint. Don't use frills of any kind on a gown. Use flat trimmings. Don't wear wide belts. Don't trim a skirt except at the bottom. Don't wear a sleeve that is full below the elbow. Don't wear an Eton coat. Always have the coat line extend as far below the waist line as possible. Don't wear a tight fitting coat if very stout. Don't wear bow ties. Wear something small and narrow if a tie is required. Don't wear fluffy things round the neck. Let the neck finishing be as flat as possible. Don't wear a high cut decolletage. Have the low bodice cut to an extremity of decolletie, and build up the top with patchy effects to the required height. The Louis XVI. coat is a becoming style to the stout woman, because it is long in its lines, fitted in the back, not necessarily fitted in front, and has wide skirts as a contrast to the slenderness of its waist line. JUDGING SILKS How to Tell Whether the Material Is Substantial or Not. Silk may be judged by its thickness, if one is purchasing it for a street costume. It must have "body" to it. Avoid filmsilk as you would the plague. It will drag from the seams, hang limply against the figure and be altogether disappointing. Many women foolishly imagine that a thin silk imparts the diaphanous, clinging beauty of chiffon. There was never a more laughable mistake. Besides, clinging silks are very expensive and designed for house wear, not for the street. Another way to judge silk is by the thread. Pull the threads from the ends, as in judging cotton and wool. If the thread is well rounded and firm and does not split apart at the touch it is safe to conclude that it will give satisfactory service. Still another good test of silk is to make a crease with the finger nail. If the crease dents deeply and does not soon come out the silk is substantial and worth a good price. If, on the contrary, the crease disappears immediately and leaves a torn or cut thread in its place it is an inferior silk, and one should never purchase from that bolt. -Men and Women Magazine. WHY CHILDREN ARE "BAD." Because they are hungry or thirsty. Because they have not had proper sleep. Because they have been allowed to overeat. Because their clothing is not comfortable. Because they have been given pernicious cheap sweets. Because the room in which they sleep or play is stuffy or ill alred. Because their parents break promises to them and buy them off with bribes. Because they are brought up on a negative diet of continual "No, no, no," instead of an occasional good, hearty "Yes." Because their activity is not directed into the right channel. Even from babyhood a child must be doing something, and if it is not wisely directed its energies will find outlet in "naughtiness."—Chicago News. To Revive Black Lace. To revive black lace, make some black tea about the strength usual for drinking and strain it off the leaves. Four enough tea in a basin to cover the quantity of lace, let it stand ten or twelve hours, then squeeze it several times, but do not rub it. Dip it frequently in the tea, which at length will assume a dirty appearance. Have ready some weak gum water and press the lace gently through it. Then clap it for a quarter of an hour, after which pin it to a towel in any shape which you wish it to take. When nearly dry cover it with another towel and iron it with a cool iron. The lace, if previously sound and discolored only, will after this process look as good as new. Workbasket Easily Made The medium sized Japanese straw bathing hat makes a pretty workbasket. The crown is dented inward, making a receptacle, when lined with satin or silk, for sewing implements; scissors, kept in place by a band of ribbon sewed into the lining; a pincushion attached also to the lining and a pad for needles. The hat is bound with ribbon, and the edges are curled up all around, further carrying out the workbasket idea. Red satin is very pretty for a lining for one of these hats, and pale blue, light green and yellow all combine well with the tint of the straw also. Children's Baths. A child should never be left in a bath to exceed five minutes, and three is better. Some children cannot stand a daily bath, and unless it is discontinued they become weak and exhausted. In such cases a tepid sponging is best twice a week or oftener till the child improves. To Darken Eyebrows For a brunette a dye made of four drams of gum arabic, seven drams india ink, one pint rose water may be used to darken eyebrows. Powder the ink and gum and add small quantities at a time to rose water until dissolved. Apply with tiny brush dipped first in borated water. How to Make Popcorn Balls. For the Christmas tree popcorn balls make a very pretty decoration. In a quart of water dissolve one-quarter pound of sugar and four drama of gum arabic. Boll for about eight minutes. Cut some splints from a new broom, wash them thoroughly and tie them together to form a small brush. Having previously popped the corn and kept it hot, sprinkle the sugar mixture over it while evenly spread out in a dish. Continue sprinkling and mixing until the entire mass of popcorn becomes quite sticky. Then butter your fingers and mold it into balls of various sizes. THE CHRISTMAS TREE. How to Decorate it and Distribute the Presents. Strings of white popcorn, balls of snowy popcorn and gleaming candies give the Christmas tree light. Tiny, tinkling bells dangling from the twigs, bits of tinsel caught here and there and golden stars give it cheer, says the Pittsburg Press. Bulky packages at the foot, misshapen rolls in the notches between the timbs and trunk, bright colored gifts with names hidden, give it the charm of mystery. Who has not felt this mystery? Who has not loved it? Who would forget it? Set the tree in place the day before it is to be used. A Christmas tree cannot be decorated at the last moment and be a success. Make the popcorn balls the day before. Let the children string the corn the day before. The little people get the most fun from the tree that they help to decorate. They can hang the balls to the tree. They can put on the tinsel and can tie on the belis. What difference does it make if the bits of tinsel are not on straight and are not so artistic as mother could have made them? Christmas is the children's day, and they get about as much pleasure out of dressing the tree as their elders do, and the elders often thoughtlessly rob them of this pleasure. We have all been guilty of shutting ourselves up with the tree while the youngsters hung around outside, so eager to see that they have resorted to unsatisfactory glimpses through the keyhole. Sometimes a well shaped pine tree limb can be substituted for a tree. It can be set up on a heavy base or it can be supported across the corner of the room. When fastened across a corner where there is a window seat, the seat gives an opportunity for stacking up heavy packages. The Christmas tree may be a number of small limbs built up in the center of the library table. Small gifts can be hung to the branches, the heavy ones set upon the table or about the base. One family played Santa Claus with a number of branches of evergreen in the center of the dining room table and to each branch attached walnuts from which the meats had been removed and in which had been placed a little rolled note. The name of him for whom the note was intended was written in ink on the outside of the shell. The note said, "Look behind the kitchen door." When the person named looked behind the kitchen door he found another note saying, "Look in the attic chest." Here he found but another note addressed to himself saying, "Look in the potato sack in the cellar." And every member of the family was sent from place to place all over the house until at last he would find a note which would tell him to look in the place where the gift had really been hidden. This is great fun where the members of the family are not too old to chase all over the house. The search for the older ones, however, can be confined to one room. Grandfather may be told to look behind the clock, another time to look in the secretary or under the library rug and finally in his rocking chair. Let each person conceal his own gifts and arrange the notes and the line of search and mark and put the note into the empty shell and hang it on the pine twig on the table. HOLIDAY MERRIMENTS How to Arrange Christmas Exercises For Schools. A lovely Christmas exercise for schools and Sunday schools may be called "the star in the evergreens," in which the stories of the stars in the Bible may be told and the hymns of the Star of Bethlehem may be sung, with Kirke White's hymn as a solo, wrote the late Hezekiah Butterworth in Woman's Home Companion. The story of this hymn would be a pleasing introduction to the singing of it. It may be found in books of hymnology. The Sunday school and all benevolent schools figure largely in the holiday entertainments. In the growth of kindergartens we would recommend the telling of Swiss and German parable stories at such entertainments, the humorous tales of Andersen and Grimm and the new German stories in the places where the latter books can be had. A beautiful Christmas tableau may be made by a procession of children bringing into the church or hall evergreen decorations, the leader holding aloft an illuminated star. The room should be darkened when the procession enters. Where elaborate work can be done the procession may be led by three men in gowns representing the magi. They may sing or a choir may sing the beautiful processional carol, "Angels of Jesus:" Hark, hark, my soul, angelie joys are swelling! When the procession is seated under the glowing star, Kirke White's always welcome Christmas bym may be sung; When marshaled on the nightly plain. The stanza of this hymn beginning may be rendered us a solo. Such an exercise as this is very simple and can be easily and inexpensively arranged. It is sometimes difficult to find very simple words and music for little children. A simple exercise which has a charm in it is to have the texts of Scripture containing the word "star" repeated by a large class of little ones, beginning with, "A star shall rise out of Jacob," and have each recitation followed by the following chorus to the lovely music of the chorus of the well known gospel hymn, "Bringing in the Sheaves;" Following the star, Following the star, Like the magi marching, Following the star, We the little children, Led by Jesus are, Like the magi marching, Following the star. Fattening Fowls. In fattening fowls for market do not continue the process longer than twelve to fourteen days. That is as long as fowls can stand force feeding, and continuing longer is done at a lose—Iowa State Register and Farmer. Value of Good Breeding. Srub lambs 155 days old grown at the Louisiana station weighed only thirty-two pounds each as compared with forty-three pounds for well bred lambs only 129 days old. Why grow scrub? THE PLANET SATURDAY....DEC. 2nd, 1905 PEOPLE OF THE DAY Poe of Party Machines. William Travers Jerome, who has just been re-elected district attorney of New York county, won a great personal victory over the party bosses and one which places him in the forefront of the political stage. He is now looked upon as the most formidable of the Democratic gubernatorial possibilities. Refused a place on either of the old party tickets, likewise ignored by the Municipal Ownership movement, Mr. Jerome launched his campaign as an independent and, shouting defiance to the graffers and their system, was trumpphant at the polls. At the outset of his campaign Mr. Jerome said: "As an American—and how I glory in the name—I will not go with my hat in my hand and ask for any crumbs that any party boss may feel inclined to doole to me. I believe in the people. It is my convic- 89 WILLIAM TRAVERS ZEROME. tion they should have the say. And who is there that will question my statement that today in this country, peopleled by what are supposed to be free and independent men, no average man has aught to say who shall be named for any public office? I know the contrary to be the case; that the conventions simply voice the will of the bosses and that the individual has no say whatever. "I have raised the issue whether the bosses, as they are known now, are to be our masters or whether the people in their might will rise and say that the day of boss rule is over and that they will take back unto themselves the selection of their public servants." Mr. Jerome is a native of New York and about forty-seven years old. Four years ago he was elected to the office to which he has again been chosen by the fusionists, a combination of the Republican, Citizens' Union and other minor political organizations. Not a rich man, Mr. Jerome has made his home for the last four years in Rutgers street, a poor neighborhood on the lower east side of the city. He has a country home at Lakeville, Conn., where Mrs. Jerome remains most of the time and where his only child, a lad of about fifteen years, attends school. The Passing of a Boss. George B. Cox, formerly Republican leader of Cincinnati, who went into retirement as a result of the recent election, for many years was in absolute control of what was probably the most perfect political machine in this country. The campaign waged in Cincinnati was bitter, the reformers apparently waging a hopeless fight. Their first gleam of hope came when Secretary of War William H. Taft delivered his now famous Akron speech in which bossism generally and the Republican municipal ticket in Hamilton county in particular were denounced. From GEORGE B. COX. that time the tide turned, and on election day the Cox machine went the way of organizations in other cities. George B. Cox was born in Cincinnati and is in his fifty-third year. He started out as a bootblack, later became a saloon keeper and then invaded the domain of politics, where he quickly became a power. When just above his majority he was elected to the city council, but left that place to become a member of the board of equalization. These are the only two elective offices he has ever held. Mr. Cox tested his popularity in 1855 and was defeated for county clerk. He tried it again in 1888 and met with a similar fate. These two experiences convinced him that a political boss should never run Until his recent retirement Mr. Cox was the undisputed leader of the Hamilton county Republicans. His mandate was absolute. To him went politicians high and low who needed votes or wanted offices. THE CHRISTMAS DINNER How to Decorate the Dining Table Artistically. The Christmas dinner table may be elaborately decorated, says the New York Globe, but it should first of all express good cheer. A generous bowl of shining apples is sometimes as beautiful as costly lace or satin and American Beauty roses at this season. Another effective table has for a centerpiece a Jerusalem cherry tree, with many berries, the earthen pot being concealed by tissue papers matching the red fruit, bound in place by a bit of green ribbon. This in turn is practically concealed by a mass of fruit-oranges, apples, grapes and rains—with green leaves at intervals', all so arranged as to form a kind of pyramid toward the top of the plant. A decoration for an evening dinner is a tiny tree whose many candles furnish the entire light for the table and whose branches bear nuts, bunches of raisins and crystallized fruits, the whole made glittering by the use of a very little cotton sprinkled with diamond dust. At a more formal dinner a slender glass vase whose base just fills the center of a holly wreath may stand upon a white damask cloth. The branches of specially chosen holly which fill it are so high that they do not interfere with the guests seeing one another. Four candles in glass candlesticks are shaded by shades, to which tiny bunches of holly are fixed. In and out around the central vase and the four lights graceful curves are traced on the cloth in holly leaves, gathered at the corners in festoon fashion with a stiff rosette of scarlet ribbon. The use of ribbon, not usually desirable at table, is in this case quite justified by the results, and the effect is enhanced by the use of name cards to which sprigs of holly are attached by ribbon knots. An amusing feature of this dinner might be the serving of the Christmas goose, accompanied by an appropriate verse for each guest from the nursery Mother Goose book. A very artistic Christmas dinner table is one in which mistletoe is prominently used. The table linen is of ecrutint and the round table accentuated by dividing off its center from the edge, where the utensils are set, by a wreath effect executed in the wine colored shades of galax leaves. These are sewed flat on a piece of tape and secured to the cloth by occasional pins. At four equally distant parts of this circle are placed cups, seemingly of mistletoe, but really of stiff paper, to which the mistletoe is sewed. In each of these is placed a candle of ecrut wax, unshaded, like those of our ancestors. A delicate line of mistletoe leads from these candies to the center of the table, where is placed a flat bed of the same waxlike flowers, from which rises a highly polished brass loving cup. This in turn holds roses of deep cream color, the edges of the petals just touched with dark tints suggestive of the galax coloring and so few in number that the beauty of each rose can be fully appreciated. How to Prepare a Pretty Dessert. A very pretty dessert for the Christmas dinner is made as follows: Choose a number of smooth, fair skinned oranges and cut a piece the size of a cent from the stem end; with a small wooden mustard spoon extract all the pulp, being very careful not to puncture the skin or make a hole in the opposite end. Throw the skins in water to extract any bitter flavor while you make several kinds of gelatin and flavoring with pineapple, lemon, or banana. Stand the shells on small cups to keep them upright and fill with the jelly, which must be cooled, but not stiff; set away overnight. The next day cut them in halves, using a very sharp knife, and arrange on a pretty dish, decorate with orange leaves, smilax or flowers. They make a very handsome centerpiece. How to Distribute Small Gifts. One of the prettiest suggestions for distributing small Christmas gifts is to have them imbedded in artificial oranges. This may be done with muslin or paper, and though many of the articles will not fit the receptacles they can be made to do so by a little padding with cotton or tissue paper. Orange colored crape paper makes the most realistic oranges. They are not only pleasing to the children as novelties, but add greatly to the appearance of the tree itself. They should be suspended from the tree by orange satin ribbon or by braided lengths of crape paper, which is more effective to carry out the idea. When nestling among the dark green boughs of the tree they look exceedingly pretty and suggestive. The Arch of the Foot. Where there is excessive pain in the calf of the leg it is almost certain that the arch of the foot is giving way or flattening. Bandaging with adhesive plaster across the instep, or, better still, an elastic arch worn inside the shoe, will remedy this and give instant relief from the pain in the leg. The arch of the foot is likely to flatten when wearing badly made shoes, those that offer no support to the instep. How to Make Christmas Cakes. Little cakes that will please the children either at the table or on the Christmas tree are made as follows: Bake the cakes in little patty or muffin pans and frost the fops with a white icing. Dip a small new paint brush in melted chocolate and draw a face on each. Make some crying and others laughing, the different expressions being made by the curve of the mouth line. The merest outline will be sufficient. Cut a circle of tissue paper of white or any color liked two inches larger than the cake, pink the edge with scissors and run a thread round one inch from the edge. Put a cake in the paper, draw up the thread, and a cunning little cap is formed. The pleasure of small children will well repay the trouble of making these little cake babies. THE RICHMOND PLANET. RICHMOND. VIRGINIA JOB DEPARTMENT VISION WORK arter-Sheets, Half and Whole Placards, Society Cards, Min ing Stationery. WE AN EL WHICH WE WILL Stock Ro LATEST STYLE BOND, F AS SMALL AS A DODGER Sheet Poster A FRONT DOOR. OUR PRESENT CORP OF EMP IS WITHIN EASY REACH OF tired and has no objectionable enter without embarrassment , 2213. 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WE HAVE ONE OF THE LARGEST OF WOOD- Of Any Job Printing Establishme Our street-entrance is retired and has no objectionable features, the most fastidious lady being able to enter without embarrassment or annoyance. LONG DISTANCE TELEPHONE, 2213. come out of the glooming, speeding over space, said he moved like a spirit pursued by remorse and that his face was set like that of a widow standing by the coffin of her fourth husband. But Kelly said it was set for home and not for criticism, and that if he moved with a display of animal spirits he was impelled to do so by the spirit of the animal that moved him. FIGHT FOR LIFE ON BRIDGE Northumberland, Pa. — Edward Stringer, a Pennsylvania railroad man, fought for his life on a bridge and in the Susquehanna river with a desperate highwayman. The robber was drowned. Stringer received a night call to report at railroad headquarters at Sunbury. A long bridge separates the towns. When Stringer was half way across the structure a powerfully built man leaped in front of him and, pointing a revolver at his face, demanded money and his watch. Stringer carried a lantern. Without a second's heitation he swung it against the highwayman's revolver, knocking it into the river. The men clinched and tried to throw each other. They rolled between the ties and fell into the water, 50 feet below. Stringer planted his fist against his opponent's jaw, almost knocking him out. The highwayman recovered and landed a telling blow on the brakeman. They tried to strangle each other. Finally they grew weak and Stringer managed with great difficulty to swim ashore. The highwayman struck out for Clement's island. A crowd of railroaders at once followed him, but he never reached the island. WANTS Trouseres Or Spouse. Marlon, Ind.—E. C. Beatty loaned a pair of trousers to a woman friend, who wore them to a masquerade party. Mrs. Beatty was not taken into his confidence, but she learned of it. She went to the party and found her husband's trousers covering the graceful form of a pretty young woman. She tore the mask from the face of the young woman, pulled her hair, scratched her face and demanded the immediate surrender of the trousers. She got them. She then returned home and told Beatty what she thought of him. Then she hunted up the prosecuting attorney and filed a charge of profanity against her husband. He was arrested and when arraigned for trial pleaded guilty. He was assessed $12.30, which he paid. "This little tale of mine," said Woodby Riter, "is founded upon fact." "Yes," replied Crittick, "it's very evident that you are the hero of it—you and no other." A clock in the tower of the new naval college at Dartmouth, England, will mark the time as it is kept on board ship, striking eight, six, four bells, etc. It is thoroughly equipped to do all kinds of printing on short notice. We make a specialty of Society printing and work for Insurance Companies, such as Financial CROSSES A PASTURE; IS TREED BY A BULL. Exciting Experience of a Clayville, N. Y., Man Who Was Gathering Butternuts. Clayville, N. Y.—Carrying a hop-sack filled with butternuts he had just gathered, Charles Kelly, of this village, attempted to pass through a pasture the other afternoon on his way home from the woods, one mile west of this place. Kelly keeps a supply of butternuts and Miller, the owner of the pasture, keeps a bull. He got the butternuts free, but the bull charged him for using the pasture, coming at him behind with a roar that sounded like the echo of Niagara falls served through a phonograph with a record bad enough to require police attention. Kelly has never achieved any sprinting or acrobatic renown in years WHILE THE BULL ROARED FOR KELLY. KELLY ROARED FOR HELP. gone by, but he severed his connection with the bag of butternuts and lit out for a distant tree with a rapidity that savored of the actions of lightning when maneuvering to strike a mule unawares or somewhere else. The tree was a tall maple with branches clustering around the top like the bushy bundle at the end of a dog's tail after his fur and fleas have been removed, but Kelly went aloft with an agility that made the neighboring squirrels view his antics with an envious amazement. The bull came swiftly behind like the tail of a meteor flashing through space, but Kelly sat serenely on the topmost limb, fanning himself with his hat and gazing thankfully towards Clayville and heaven. Because Kelly was up, the bull felt down and he bellowed with a rage sufficiently terrible, if possible, to have raised the dead as rapidly as his charge had raised Kelly. The maddened animal pawed the earth, thrashed himself with his tail, and bucked the tree to see if Kelly would drop. But that shivering mortal didn't feel like dropping anything only joyful tears and pieces of tree bark that he plucked from his legs. While the bull roared for Kelly, Kelly roared for help. Neither of them was gratified, and after an indefinite time, that seemed so long that Kelly said he felt the tree growing, the bull departed. Kelly came down like securities in a panic and departed in a different direction. The neighbors who saw him Cards, Policies, both straight life and benevolent, Physician's Certificates, Sick Cards, Application blanks, Agents Report Sheets, Rate Cards, etc. WHICH WE WILL SHOW ANY ONE DESIRING TO SEE THEM. OUR PRESENT CORP OF EMPLOYEES ARE COMPETENT AND QUICK-WORKING. OUR OFFICE IS WITHIN EASY REACH OF THE PUBLIC, BEING WITHIN FIFTY YARDS OF BROAD ST. Wants Trousers of Spouse. Heroism. 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Having remodeled my BAR, and having an up-to-date place, I am prepared to serve my friends and the public at the same old stand. CHOICE WINES, LIQUORS & CIGARS. FIRST CLASS RESTAURANT, MEALS AT ALL HOURS. New 'Phone 1261, WM. CUSTALO, - Prop. S. W. ROBINSON, NO. 23 NORTH 18TH ST. DEALER IN FINE WINES, LIQUORS, CIGARS &c. THE PLANET SATURDAY....DEC. 2nd. 1905 LIVE STOCK A PRACTICAL TANK HOUSE. Some farmers strive to have the best of everything. We all could if we but think so and put enough of the right kind of effort into our work. There is a whole lot in having a strong, healthy determination not to give up until our purpose is accomplished. We frequently observe farmers who are getting a good start, and evidently making good headway, who all at once become discouraged and give up and are ready to try something else, thinking they can do better. Those who do not consider life more serious than this never accomplish any great purpose, simply because they relinquish their hold before the hardest battle is won. It has always been our experience in farm work that if things were worth doing at all they were well worth a good hard effort, for generally it is the best that comes the hardest. The same law that applies elsewhere is equally as true in the installation of a water system for the convenient handling of water, both for human and live stock needs on the farm. Occasionally a farmer is observed who has laid the piping and gotten things in readiness to have things convenient for supplying water to his farm stock and yet he has located a tank out in the open so that it would freeze during the cold weather and cause considerable trouble. This same tank during the summer without protection from the hot sun supplies drinking water to the stock in the most unacceptable condition on -account of being constantly exposed to high temperature. Water supplied to stock in this form is very injurious and unquestionably the immediate cause of considerable sickness. A tank exposed in this way is not only affected by the high and low temperature, but worse still to the large amount of filth always more or less abundant about many barns. There are several different styles of tank shelters in use here and there on A PRACTICAL TANK COVER farms, all possssing good qualities and serving the purpose admirably. We have two different designs in use at "Forest Grove" farm, says a correspondent of the Michigan Farmer, which serve a good purpose. The photograph here shows a design for tank shelter having some excellent qualities and those who have never used a shelter and contemplate building one will profit by giving this structure careful study before building. Before settling upon any design of tank shelter it is very important to fully consider the requirements of a building of this nature. It must, of course, cover and protect the tank during all seasons of the year. It must be a building in which it is possible to maintain a temperature above freezing in winter. Then, too, the reverse is equally as important during the summer. Stock of all kinds relish cool drinking water during the hot summer months. It is nearly impossible to make a shelter sufficiently tight to keep water from freezing in the coldest of winter weather without artificial heat in some form or other. If a tank heater must be employed for the purpose of maintaining an even temperature, then it is essential in designing a tank shelter that it be arranged for convenient heating. The tank must be occasionally cleaned. If the shelter is inconvenient for accomplishing this work it will be slighted, thus causing an accumulation of filth in the bottom so undesirable in water for stock purposes. There are many essential points in the construction of a tank shelter which should be carefully considered before deciding upon the style. The tank house is 6x9 feet at the base. The whole structure rests upon a concrete wall five inches high and six inches wide. The frame is made of 2x4 stuff. The sliding is matched pine. From the base to the plate is two feet. The first set of rafters are five feet long and the shorter two feet two inches. The roof in front where the door to tank is shown is made of matched material and is well painted. The remaining part of roof is shingled. At the end is a door by which one may enter the shelter to attend to the tank heater. This is very convenient and is a strong point in favor of this design of tank shelter. Arrangement has also been made for heating, by running a two-inch tile pipe through the roof. Where the pipe enters the roof tin has been well fixed to retard leakage. The tank proper is two feet wide and seven feet long, sitting within five inches of the doors where the stock approach This gives plenty of room inside to attend the heater. THE KNIFE ON THE BOAR. Successful Method of an Expert Stockman of Pennsylvania—A Novel Operating Case. As a swine breeder Mr. Critchfield, secretary of the Pennsylvania board of agriculture, has become peculiarly famous for his skill in altering the boars upon his farm, and his method of castrating old boars that have served their usefulness and are no longer desired as sires is one that may be found of value to other breeders of swine. Early in his experience in this work Mr. Critchfield had occasion to discover the danger from an old boar with large tusks unless he were secured, and to do this he devised the simple l'ame shown herewith. This frame is composed of an oak plank APPARATUS FOR HOLDING HOG 12 inches wide, four feet long and an inch and a half thick, to which are hinged on either side a strong framework, composed of uprights at each end of two by three oak scantling, about six feet long; connecting these is a fence with crosspieces made of two by one stuff, and upright slats two by one and three and a half feet high. One side of the frame is placed against a wall—the plank lying on the floor, with the forward end near the feed trough. Some corn is placed in the trough and the boar, going in to get it "walks the plank" to the trough. An assistant stands behind the stall, and Mr. Critchfield enters from the opposite side, and when the boar is eating the two sides of the frame are brought quickly together, ropes thrown over the heads of the high posts and they are half-hitched firmly and the whole tipped over so that the boar is thrown on his side. The upper bind leg is seized and tied back and the organs of the swine thus brought into easy access. The boar is so tightly held that he cannot move, which is well, both for the success of the operation and the safety of the operator. The Farmers' Voice is authority for the statement that Mr. Critchfield never has lost an animal. ram, bull or boar, as a result of castration, during his long career as a stockman, and he attributes his uniform success to the fact of his care in using antiseptics. Before entering upon an operation, he sterilizes the knife and thoroughly washes the animal's parts and his own hands with a five per cent. solution of creolin. After the operation the wounded parts are thoroughly disinfected with a fresh wash of the same solution. KEEP THE HOGS CLEAN. The Mud-Hole Must Be Cut Out If the Animals Are to Be Perfectly Healthy. A hog should have no mud-hole to go into, and stock raisers should have a law unto themselves to that effect. There originates the hog cholera, which spreads to clean hogs as well as those which are neglected. Where hogs are grazing on alfalfa or on other pasture, they should have besides a drinking trough, another box or trough, say two feet wide and eight feet long and six inches high, to wash in and keep cool. A pipe should lead the overflow out of the field where the hogs pasture. I have been in the butchering business for over 20 years in California, says a correspondent of the Farm and Home, having always kept hogs at the slaughter-house, and I do not remember that I ever lost a single hog. I do not think that alfalfa can take the place of grain for fattening. It is good for stock hogs, but in my opinion it is too soft for good pork. I prefer cooking or steaming the feed for pen hogs. I do not crush the barley or wheat, but cook it with leavings of carrots or beets, and when it is well cooked they get all the nutriment there in it. I prefer wheat to any other grain for fattening, as the hogs like it better than barley and they put on fat quicker. LIVE STOCK POINTERS Fat hogs are not made with a small swill pail. Put rings in the little pigs' noses and they will wean themselves. Straw or leaves used freely in the sheep pens keep the sheep clean. A runty pig may be properly defined as one that eats its head off about three times a year. Pigs in clover is a pretty good proposition to tie to—but alfalfa will discount it right along. The New Zealanders consume about 2,500,000 sheep and lambs annually, but export more than they consume. Some hog pastures need shade. All do that have not got it already. Treat your hogs right and they will do better. With corn at one cent per pound and skim milk one cent per gallon, pork can be produced at four cents per pound. Sheep are fussy things about their drink—more so than their keepers. They want only pure water and pure water only. A good way to ascertain whether you are feeding your cows too much is to watch the mangers after the animals have finished eating. A lot of hay left over shows overfeeding. The Truth. She--Some say you married me for my money, and some say you married me for my looks! now tell me truth- fully, what did you marry me for? THE RICHMOND PLANET, RICHMOND VIRGINIA. He—I'll be best if I know.—Yonker Statesman CHUMS MAKE ODD A. Tight Squeeze. Madge—And did he break the ice last night? Maud—Break the ice? Why. I thought at one time that he was going to break every one of my ribs!—Yonkers States man. PRIMITIVE CANNON One in the Museum at Navy Yard at Washington Which Was Used by Cortez. Of course, the Chinese had breech-loading guns before anyone else. They always have something before anyone else, and then forget about it till they are reminded by a modern invention. They are using wheelbarrows to-day instead of automobiles, but the chances are that they will dig around in the records of the Ming dynasty pretty soon and prove that Confucius rode around in a four-cylindered car, while the residents of Paris were still wearing breech clouts. However, that is beside the mark. There were breech-loading cannon used in the conquest of Mexico by Cortez, and the proof of the fact is in the museum at the navy yard, where there is one of these strange old guns which was captured by our troops when they took the City of Mexico, says the Washington Star. The gun is not quite four feet long, and has a three-inch bore. It is made of bronze and has the arms of spain cast between the trunnions, or rather where the trunnions ought to be, for the gun has none, but is mounted by a spike in the bottom stuck into a wooden support. The interesting feature of the old weapon is the breech-loading mechanism. About one-third of the circumference of the breech is cut away and the opening thus left is fitted with a breech block with a handle. PRIMITIVE BREECH-LOADING CAN-NON. on top exactly like a flatiron. The breech block is hollow and contains the charge of powder. When it is slipped into the breach the nose of the hollow block fits snug up against the shoulder In the bore of the gun and the whole is held in place by a heavy metal key. It is a crude, but ingenious, affair. The charge must have been half a pound or a pound of powder and the gun ought to have been good for a high-angle fire of about 200 yards. Probably the smoke and flame of the piece scared the Indians worse than the projectiles hurt them. And if that was the case, it was a very humane sort of weapon. The gun was cast in Spain in 1490, and may have been used in some of the last fights against the Moors before it was shipped to the new world. There is a somewhat similar breech-loader even older than the one at the navy yard in the museum at Fort Monroe, and there is another of Chinese make, or rather Korean, in the naval academy at Annapolis. The guns all work on the same principle. Of course, if there were a number of extra breech locks they could be loaded in advance and fired quite rapidly—that is to say, rapidly for the age in which the gun was used. It should be mentioned that the charge was fired by a match applied to the touch-hole in the breech plug. There probably was an awful flare back of smoke and gas from the breech, unless packing of some sort was used. But if this was used, it was of some perishable material, for there is no trace of it about the gun now. These are not the only breech-loaders on record, either, in the early days. The British museum has a breech-loading gun made about 1600 that has a screw breech block. The man who made it did not use an interrupted thread, but otherwise it is not very unlike the blocks used on guns now. There is another gun dating back to the sixteenth century that has a breech mechanism almost identical in principle with the drop block of the Hotchkiss to-day. But, perhaps, the most remarkable of all is the fact that there was a rapid-fire gun invented as early as 1817. It was never developed or generally used, but worked with a breech attachment not unlike the chamber of an old cap-and-ball revolver. Any number of chambers could be used and kept loaded as the gun was being fired. There was a crank arrangement for turning the cylinder and firing the charges very much like the modern Gatling. "Vigorite." There is still another new high explosive—"vigorite," which has been invented and tested in Bavaria. It is said to be ten times more active than any of the other high explosives. Widows in Gun Business It is the widow of Krupp who sells big guns in Europe; it was Mrs. Coit who ran the revolver factory. Verily "the hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world." Murdered by Bum Edward Hesse, aged 40 years, was found cut to pieces on the track of the Milwaukee road, having been run over by a freight train. The evidence produced before the coroner's jury showed that he had been seen at Wauwatosa drinking in a saloon shortly before the accident. As usual, a saloon was the murderer. His Pride. "Percy is proud of the fact that he wears boy's size gloves and shoes." "He also wears infants' size hats, but I don't suppose he is proud of that."—Houston Post. CHUMS MAKE ODD SUICIDE WAGER BET $500 THAT EACH WILL BE FIRST TO DIE. BOTH BODIES FOUND IN BAY Rich Retired Merchant and an Engineer, Old Friends, Drown Themselves to Win Money—No Other Cause for Self-Destruction. New York.—There is under investigation by the Brooklyn police the remarkable story of a suicide wager between two men whose bodies were found in the lower bay within a few days of each other, and who disappeared from their homes as if in accordance with their grim plan of self-destruction. The men are Henry Schwanweedel, 59 years old, a wealthy retired merchant, of Brooklyn, and Adam Hillman, 36 years old, a night engineer. They had been intimate friends for several years, scarcely a day passing when Schwanweedel failed to call to see Hillman. The engineer lived with his wife and one child, and during all his married life was a model father and husband. He was of a quiet disposition. Schwanweedel, who owned real estate in Brooklyn valued at $200,000, lived alone with his sister, Regina Schwanweedel, and had no intimate friends except Hillman. Hillman left his home one night recently at the usual hour he started for work. He kissed his wife and little girl, and started down the road whistling. He was never again seen alive by his family, and his body was recovered from the bay the next day. At the time of his disappearance Hillman had his gold watch and chain, a locket containing miniatures of his wife and daughter, and $20. The money and jewelry were intact in his clothing when his body was found. Schwanwedel disappeared three days before, and it was on that day that the strange bet is said to have been made. After leaving his home he called as usual on Hillman and the THE SUICIDE BET WAS MADE AND ACCEPTED. Hillman is said to have accepted the bet. It is believed they placed the money wagered in the hands of some stakeholder. When the bet had been consummated the two men parted, shaking hands with peculiar fervor. Schwanwedel did not return to his home. At the time he wore in his shirt front two nandseam diamond studs. In his waistcoat there was a fine gold watch and chain and a roll of bills. Schwanwedel's body was washed ashore five days after his disappearance at the foot of Fifty-eighth street. He was dressed as he was when he and Hillman lunched together. None of his jewels nor money had been disturbed. There were no marks of violence on his body. During the three days after Schwanwedel's disappearance and before he vanished from home Hillman comported himself at home in his usually cheerful manner. At his work, however, he was noticed to have periods of unusual depression, and often inquired of his fellow-workmen if they had seen anything of his friend, Schwanwedel. The police have made inquiries at the homes of the two men, but neither Mrs. Hillman nor Miss Schwanwedel had heard anything of the $500 suicide wager. In fact, they could not be brought to believe that two such usually sensible men could have made such a strange wager. The coincidences of their disappearance, the finding of their bodies in the bay at practically the same point, would lead to the belief, nevertheless, that some such agreement had been made by the men, though neither had any known cause to end his life. Schwanwedel was wealthy, and had no business nor family cares. Hillman was prosperous, had a fine home and a loving wife, and a beautiful little girl, to both of whom he seemed fondly attached. Ghostly Find in Pipe-Casing St. Louis, Mo.—Workmen placing cold storage pipes in a building here found two human ears, parts of fingers and shreds of human flesh interwoven in the fabric used for incasing the pipes. The fabric was shipped from Pittsburg, Pa. Rushed Him Out "My father says he feels as spry as when he went to college," remarked the pretty girl. "Don't doubt it," replied her sultor. "He impressed me that he was still a college student last night." "You don't say! in what way, Harry?" 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This organization has been chartered and legally situated under the laws and statute of the state of New York, for the purpose of uniting together all acceptable men on the Broad Bases of Charity - Beneficial Praternal and to promote the Social and Its two distinct military and uniform places in the front ranks of all sacred insti- tuity for active men. Deputies wanted, Kindly address, G. W. ALLEN S. 846 W. 87th Street Awkward. Its two distinct military and uniform ranks will secure for this organisation a place in the front ranks of all sacred institutions of modern events, a grand opportunity for active men. Deputies wanted in all sections of the country to organ- lodges. Kindly address. Mr. Jawkins (who has been over the way for five minutes)—Did the doctor call while I was out, Johnny? Johnny—Yes, ma, and he looked at me tongue and tuck me heat with the 'mometer, and sed it was very serious, and I was to go to bed 't once, and he'd send some medson round and call agen this evenin'. Mrs. Jawkins—Lor', now, if you haven't been and done it! Why, it were baby as I worried him to see about the vaccination, and not you at all! From Bad to Worse. "Mike," said Plodding Pete, as he climbed into a freight car, "I'm glad de government doesn't own de railroads." "Why?" "Because when we takes a free ride now de worst dhat happens is to be put off. But if de government was runnin' de lines we'd be arrested fer graftin' sure."—Washington Star. "Do you see the tall cook in the blue gingham apron? Well, ten housewives have tried her in the last ten days and she has left them all." "Gracious! Her name must be 'Secret.'" in keep her." — Unanimous. "I'm saddest when I sing," she screamed; "Said her heartset." "Hunily geel" She ain't the only pebble On the beach, for so are we." —Houston Post. "Because no woman can keep her."—Chicago Daily News. Sure Cure. "Did you see my picture in this morning's paper?" said the public man. "No," said the wit, shrieking with laughter. "What were you cured of? Ha, ha!" "Of vanity, after I saw the picture," answered the other sadly.—Cleveland Leader. A Joke with a Diagram. "You're an angel, declared the young man. "Do you mean to tell me that I'm masculine?" haughtily inquired the girl. N. B.—New York preachers have decided that all angels are of the male sex—Chicago Sun. Mrs. Pamith—But how did you manage to keep that secret a whole week, dear! Mrs. Jones—It wasn't hard. I simply stayed away from the Browning club, and when callers came I sent word that I wasn't at home.—Cleveland Leader. His Good Advice. "Yes, mother, I told him I was the best speller in our class at school." "And did he give you the job?" "No, mother, he gave me some words to spell, and I couldn't spell them. And then he said I'd better go to school for another spell." — Cleveland Plain Dealer. "Lovely sleeping nymph, isn't it?" "Ye-ss." "Do you notice the glamour the art- ist has thrown over it?" "No, I don't. But if it was mine I would throw a horse blanket over it.— Cleveland Plain Dealer. Worse Yet. Rownder—Elaine the luck, anyhow!" P ```markdown ``` Awkward. From Bad to Worse. At the Employment Office Sure Cure. Seclusion Necessary His Good Advice In the Art Gallery Mechanics' Savings Bank OF RICHMOND, VA. 511 NORTH THIRD STREET. Capital, $25,000 Lusher—What's the matter? Lusher--You're lucky. Mine comes after me.-Cleveland Leader. The Humor of It "Do you see anything funny about Tighrite's latest comedy?" "Yes," answered the cynical manager. "It seems funny to me that he should have imagined it was funny."—Washington Star. The Pretty Stenographer. For books my clerk has little u's. But though he is not y's. She makes me watch my p's and q's When looking in her i's. —Philadelphia Press "A TRIP ON THE RAILROAD." —Philadelphia Bulletin A Lucky Circumstance First Insurance Financier (after testifying, nervously)—How did I acquit myself? Second Insurance Financier (fiercely)—There was no jury!—Puck. BLESSINGS TO ALL GREATEST SECRETS EVER REVEALED FREE FREE FREE HOLD THE KEY THAT UNLOCKS THE SECRETS OF THAT WONDERFUL FORCE. I WILL SEND a wonderful Book abso- lately Free. It will tell you how to raise from Sadness, Disappoint- ment, Wastefulness, Diseases, Poverty and Drud- gery, to Health, Wealth, Power and Prosperity. I am helping thousands of Others to attain it. ```markdown ``` SCENIC ROUTE TO THE WEST ROUTE 2 Hours and 25 Minutes to Norfolk LEAVE RICHMOND-EASTBOUND. 7:35 a. m. — Week days—Local to Newport News and way stations. 9:00 a. m. — Daily—Limited Arrives Williams bay. m. Newport News 10:30 a. m. Old Point 11:00 a. m. 4:00 p. m. Daily—Special—Arrives Williams burg 4:30 p. m. Newport News 5:30 p. m. Old Point 5:30 p. m. Norfolk 6:25 p. m. 5:00 p. m. Week days—Local to Old Point MAIN LINE—WESTBOUND. 7:30 a. m. — Week days Local to Clifton Forge. 2:00 p. m. N. York Pullman to Cincinnati. Indianapolis. Pasco without change. Pullman service for Louisville and St. Louis. 8:16 p. m. — Week days — Local to Gondonsville 11:30 p. m. — Dally — Limited with Pullman Service to Cincinnati, Louisville, St. Louis and Chicago. JAMES RIVER LINE 10:20 a. m. mails to Lynchburg, Lazington, Newcastle, Clifton Forge and principal stations. 6:10 a. m. mails to Local to Eumont TRAINS AIRLINES Northfolk and Old Point 10:20 a. m. week days. 11:00 a. m., daily and 7:30 a. m. daily, Newport Newport from Cincinnati and West 7:30 a. m. daily $30 p. m. daily. Main Line Local from Cliftonville. Week days. 8:30 a. m. except Sunday from Cliftonville. James River Line Local from Cliftonville. Daily, Eumont Accom. 8:40 a. m. except Sunday. C.E. DOYLE W. O. WARTHEN, Gen I Manager W. O. WARTHEN, Dist. Pass Agt H. G. FULLER, H. G. P.A. Norfolk and Western R. R. LEAVE RICHMOND (DAILY), BYRD STREET STATION. 8:00 A. m. NORFOLK LIMITED. Arrives at Norfolk 11:30 A. M. Shops only at Porssburg. Waverly and Suffolk. 8:00 A.M. M. CHICAGO EXPREK Buffet Par Lynchburg to Lynchburg and Roadoke Pullman Sleeper Sleeper, also Roadoke and Bluefield to Cincinnati, also Roadoke to Earl ville and Knoxville to Chattanooga and Mam- pkin. 12:20 P. M. Roanoke Express for Farmville, Lynchburg and Roanoke. Ocean Shore Limited Arrives Norfolk 5:20 P. M. Petersburg Waverly and Suffolk. Connects with to Boston, Providence, New York, Baltimore and St. Louis. 6:56 P. M. Norfolk and SOUTHERN RAILWAY Effective Oct. 15th, 1905. 12 30 p. m.—Daily. Limited. Buffalo, fullman 1 to Atlanta and 1 to mingham. New Orleans, Memphis. Chattanooga and all the South. 10 00 p. m.—Ek. sunday. Keysville. 10 30 p. m.—Daily. limited. fullman ready 9:30 p. m.—Ek. south. YORK. YOKE LINE The favorite route to route Baltimore and eastern points. Leave Richmond 420 p. 10. M daily exe- cpt Sunday. 4:55 a.m. - Except Sunday. Local mixed for West Point. 5:00 a.m. - Daily except Sunday. Local for West Point. 4:30 p. - Except Sunday. For West Point, 4:20 p. - Except steamers for Baltimore and river landings and Clay Bank Mondays, Wednesday and Gloucester Point and All monds Train and Sundays. TRAINS AREIVER(CHMOND) Saturdays. TRAINS ARIEIVE RICHMOND. 6:58 a. m. and 6:52 p. m. - From all the South 8:35 p. m. From Charlotte and Durham and Raleigh. S. H. HARDWICK, Pass Traf. M'g'r. P. A. HARDWICK, Pass Traf. M'g'r. C. W. WORKSBERG, D. P. A. Richickberg. Trains Leave Richmond—Northward. 4:25 a. m., daily. Byrd st. Through. 7:25 a. m., daily Main st. Through. 7:25 a. m., week inns. Eiba. Ashland accommodation. 8:40 a. m., daily. Byrd st. Through. Local stops. 4:00, noon, week days. Byrd st. Through. 4:30, noon, Byrd st. Frederickst. burg accommodation 6:30, p. medially. Main st. Through. 6:30, p. medially. Elkhorn st. land ac- mulation. 8:30, daily. Byrd st. Through. 8:20 p. m., daily, Byrd st. Through. Trains Arrive Ricamond — Southward. 6:40 a. m., week days. Elba Ashland accommodation. 8:20 a. m., week days. Byrd st. Frederickbruis accommodation. 8:50 a. m., week days. Byrd st. Through. 11:30 a. m., week days. Byrd st. Through. Local stops. 2:14 p. m., daily Main St. Through. 2:14 p. m., week days. Elba Ashland accom modations. 7:15 p. m., daily Byrd St. Through. 7:15 p. m., daily, Byrd St. Through. Local stops. $800 p. m. d. mally. Main St. Through NOTE·Pullman Sleeping or Parlor Cars on all above trains except train arriving Richmond 11:25 a.m. w. week days and local accommodations. Time to arrivals and departures and con nections not guaranteed. W. I. DUKE, C. W. CULP, W. P. TAYLOR, Gen'l Man'r. A. Gen'l Man'r. Traf. Man. TRAINS LEAVE PICHMOND DAILY BYRD STREET STATION. EFFECTIVE SUNDAY, APRIL 16TH. 9:05 a. m. A. C. L. Express to all points son 9:00 a. m. Peterburg and Norfolk. 12:10 p. m. Peterburg and N. & W. Week. 14:10 p. m. Peterburg and Norfolk. 14:10 p. m. Goldsboro local. 8:45 p. m. Peterburg local. 7:25 p. m. "Florida and West Indian Limited 9:20 p. m. Peter's Bounty 11:20 p. m. Peter's Bounty & W. West. 11:20 p. m. Petersburg local. TRAINS ARRIVE RICHMOND—Daily 4:57 a. m. 7:12 a. m. 8:38 a. m. except Sunday 10:45 a. m. Sunday only. 11:40 a. m. 1 p. m. 2:05 p. m. 8:50 p. m. 7:45 p. m. 9:18 p. m. W. J. CRAIG, Gen. Patrol, Dv. Pass. Agt. SEABOARD AIR LINE RAILWAY Short Line to the principal Cities of the South and Southwest, Florida, Cuba and Mexico. TRAINS LEAVE RICHMOND, MAIN ST., STATION DAILY.—Schedule in effect April 16th, 1906. 9:10 a. m.—Local for Nortla, Raleigh, Hamlet and Charlotte 10:00 p. m. SEABAOARD EXPRESS to Florida, of Pullman sleepsers to Atlanta, sokonville and Tampa. SEABAOARD Cate years, and day coaches, running to Florida without change. TRAINS ARBIVE RICHMOND, DAILY. 6:25 a. m. From Florida, Atlanta and the Southwest. 6:25 p. m. From Florida, Atlanta and the Southwest. 6:25 p. m. From local points. For all assignments to be raters, schedul and connections apply to any SEABAOARD Agent, or to H. S. LEARD W. M. TAYLOR, District Passenger Age City Ticket Age 100 Most St. N., Richmond, Va. aa STARVES SEEKING A PHANTOM MINE Led Into Wild Goose Chase by Prac tical Joker, They Are Lost im the . ‘Woods tor Several Daye Gad ‘Tale of Tragedy: . Detroit—Lictie Jimmy Hoeasheil, 1 ‘Years old, of Emmet, Mick, after wan- dering for several days in (he woods long Burt's lake in quest of a copper mine, which does not exist, died of star. vation and exposure and his companion, ‘Henry Worden, narrowly escaped a alm- Har fate. The buys were led into thelr torribi« experieoce throngh the fake aasuraact of a man that they would find a rich out cropping of the ore under a certain great »ak at the upper ond of the lake, Whe the practical joker {s ls net knewn, but the father offers a reward of $200 for his detection. ‘The sadness of the story and ite trag- edy is Ulumimated by the courage of Jimmy Hooaskell, Myea after the aw. ful realization dawned wpon bim that he and bis comrade, aged only mine Fears, were jost im the vast tract of Wilderness he remained hopeful and tried always to cheer away the fears of the younger lat. The probabilities are he would have beoa saved if he had not sprained bis ankie and remained be ind while Henry pushed on for help According to Herry’s statement the unknown man who told Jimmy the tale ‘of the mine showed the boy a big chunk ©f copper ore as proaf of his goed faith Jimmy, without weighing the worth of the evidence, was fired with the spirit ‘of adventure. It wae “the ehanes of 1 lifetime.” After Henry had had his simgie-bar reled shotgun repaired—it had a broken hammer—the two boys started om thel journey, without telling their parent ‘of thetr intention Jimmy had talked 96 much about th copper that Henry “got just a excited and anxious as he was.” “I don’t believe either one of us thought for a minute,” asid Henry afte! the whole thing was over, “that we couldn't find our way through the woods to Bee creek, for we had both been there ® couple of times with our dads. Wi figured we could make the trip in on day, 0 when we started we Bad ou lunches and told the folks we'd be bael in the afternoon. 2 “Everything went all right for s ‘couple of hours, then I lost my head. Bu Jim was as cool as a cucumber and wali he was loading the way straight az ‘1 string for the head of Burt's lake. “The woods were dense, but ‘th round was good and high until “w struck the edge of aesdar swamp, and | was In making our way around that tha Jim sald he lost his reckontng. At noot ‘We were completely lost, and I was 5 dead tuckered that I felt like suiting Dut Jimelaughed at me and said we'c strike. for the lake, stay there all night and go back home in the morning. “But we didn't hithe lake. We foun: —or I mean I found later—that we' Struck too far north, and instead of hit ting Burt’s lake we were in the densi woods between Burt's lake and Lak Mullett, “Finally I was so tired we stopped ‘We didn't have a think to eat. but be = 25M i UU eg oe) pee » eae / J ry Ne a Pees’ re. ~os7 FO? ane 1 a ED wets) a Gj 4 * Ohms ae Fi Pee eR 4 jroyhhs-myens ox woxt rou fore it got dark’we shot a few birds and cooked them The days (hat followed were filled with the same experientes. The boys lived on a few grapes that the birds were kind enough to leave them, and the little game they killed, Not yet conscious ot their real danger, they were even waste. fal of theirammunition. If they had not shot at random the first few days their Powder might have stood them in good need later on. All the time there was ‘the sickening doubt as to whether they ‘would reach any destination. It was a trial that would have tested stronger hearts than theirs, « “On the morning of the wecond day,” says Henry, “we sét Sous toward home. ‘The traveling was a » pate night we kept huge fires, for “ath and T were t wolves 23 fen oat I"raliroad. bet a bis Michigan Central = bis swamp kept us back, Then we could ave made Cheboygan, about 15 raties away. But Jim never lasted to get even to the swamp that shut us off from (hs raiiroad. Sonak: * “We wore traveling t windtals and picking our way over fallen tree. trunks and masses of tops, when Jim who was ahead of me suddenly waves yel) aad tumbled. Le feil about four fee! off a log, and wher Ds tried to getup he Bare another ery and fell beck. He bad sprained his ankle. “The next morning [ found a few wild ropes, but that was all we had to eat. ‘Jim's foot was so better. and toward Boon of this, our fourth day, I started Out in earnest to find help, The last words Jim said were: “You'll hurry up. won't you. Hea? “*You bet [-will, Jim!’ | replied, and ent out into the woods. I was crying, I Euses, for I felt pretty aurs that I'd never seo Jim again. For x hal! of that after- noom I hurried throurh the woods. At laat I knew I couldn't fd help, aad then I blubbered aloud as I thought of Jim helpless somewhere away back of me. “I had picked some grapes @pring the day and 1 made u> my mind to find Jim Again aad give them to him. He must havo beea miles away. It came dark and I shouted acsis and agate. Thea I Dduilt » Bre. “The poxt two days I manted for Jim, And had mothing te eat but wild grapes aad a few plums. “Ae hour before duek of the sixth day I heard a reply to my shomts, and tm a fow minuics Pete aad Deve Hackett had found me. They wore tweefs pecty who for Gaye bad been semrshing the woods im all dircr ess fer us. “T told them abewt whore I thought Jim was, and after giving me something to sat they setowt All night they were Bore, bat seriy im the meraing Pete wame back for mo, saying that [ might ‘Rolp them in the search. But I was se weak that [ coulém't go far, so they lett meacain, That pight they came back and was carrying Jim betwook them— ‘end Jim wae dead” ‘Whe was the practical joker who told ‘Mitio Jimmy Heensaeil where ke would find & eopper mine? ‘There are maay people whe would tks to now. LIFT BABY OFF TIES ONTO ENGINE PILOT. Treiaman Heid en Gewontcher by Fireman Grabe Onild Piay- ng om Drask Port Jervis, r= Firemaa Chariea Reugger and Traiwman Dwyer. of 6 Delaware division way freight beroical iy sured the lite of tittle girl the other aor "Yee way Seetsht was coming cast at s Uvaly opeed. Near Hanoeat. Bugineet aes n ( Ay) eee = e% Ss PES e is Cie eet =a Rae Ye ep) \\\ aa = { tell a SE See SS PWYER LEANED FAR OVER ANG _. GRABBED Ter CHILD, Daulel Reagan was borifed to sce 9 Eirl about three years old directly i front of the engine and only a few yards away She was too young to real ise her peri! and frolicked on theties, Reagan applied the emergency, 1 it was apparent the train could not be stopped in time, so Fireman Reug- ser and Trainman Dwyer ran along the running board to the coweatcher Although his own life was in dan ger, Dwyer made his hi 5 to the very end of the pilot and réached aheac of the train. He was held from fall ing forward by Fireman Reugger, anc a slip of either of the med would have meant death, Dwyer leaned far ver! “grabbeat-the child and held her in the alr as Reug ger helped him to a safe position. The engine passed several yards more ver the track before it stopped. The child's mother, thifiking her lit tle girl was killed, ran ‘sorenthing down the track. When she sav tht Hittle one safe she wert with Joy ant eratitude. 3 ; Seniah~<ieics aaaince Peet. Orange, N. J.—For the lave of-@ so ciety girl, two promiment -young smet ‘cf South Orange. fought a wix-roun jbattle. Cyrus Wallace, a merchant and Robert Brown were admirers o the girl, whose name is. carefull guarded, and they agreed to settle th contest by a prize Mght. About 6 friends were permitted to attend ‘Uh fight, #hich took place in the out ekirts of South Orange. ) After th second round the rules were throw! to the winds and the encounter becam 4 frenzied battle. ¥ ft ended when Wal ‘lace Was Sent to his knees, and whil \down Brows thumped himon the jaw | Wallace opfected’ to this.fout play, bu he got a more tertitic one, whieh pu j him out. ; | Carries Husband Up Mountain. | Monument, Col.—Up a steep decity ity, bearing the limp form of her hus ‘band in her armg, Mrs. C. B. Wilsor [struggled a quarter of a mile to th ‘Denver & Rio Grande railroad, wher jshe stood on the track and made suct frantic gestures that the engineer o @ fast freight stopped che train an¢ itook the Injured man on board. Mrs |Wilson, who is the wite of the statloz ‘agent here, accidentally shot her hus band- while hunting. He droppéd te ithe ground inseusibie, but the pluck) Woman, although weighing less thar 11S pounds, carried the man, whe .welghs 155, pounls, wp the. mountasr ‘side, but when the train mem cca to ber-abeistance, she falta 4° Fare Lines, Hitte—Do yo «rite for easy aow? Witte—o. nt on puwucation is the best {ou eek THE RICHMOND PLANET, RICHMOND. VIRGINIA. CHURCH GRAVEYARD HAUNTED BY GHOSTS Niles, Mich. The village of Bert- rand, four miles south, is greatly ex eited over stories conceraing apparitions that are alloged to be seen Bightly hov- ering about the Bertrand ebureb. There, Say the people of the nelghborkood, strange lights are seen in the evening n¢ boly music is indistinetiy heard Many of the villagers areold French set- tiers and they believe implicitly that the shades of their ancestors and their Indian fore are to be seen wearing in and out between the head stones of the wraveyard. In the Bertrand sherch yard are the gravee of (we young lovers, Pierre and Rose, There also lies tetr morderer, Gray Bagie, the jonlous In- dian, TRe story fe told that « Mr. sayQant and his wife, whe aftat three years of stormy wedded life agreed te dlangres, met at Bertrand to settle upon terme of diveres and that upon their arrival ta the village Syndam suggested that thoy ‘walk through the pince of the dead and examine the almeet historic ineeriptions jon the heatetones. Within Wey fund the grave of the “blanket aquaw” wite of old Bertrand, the French settler, whe Eave Rie mame te Niles’ little suberk. Her headstone ie in good eondition, for her descendants have kept it preudiy, and the epitaph, written in ancient and angrammatical French by her husband, ‘fella the world ef her meaifeld virtues ne & wife and woman. fos the twilight changed into darkness so the story Tums, AM@ the moon came up ae the souple walked slowly among the graves. ‘They turned to look at the statned glass windows of the ehurch that they might see the effect upon it of the moonlight, caiaeeev alten: nimeiiemmiotiadseutima Fee hoo Ye i Dw) in LS Ate nN AN ke 7M je SS Fs a PN! £ ” 7 ei t AU the same moment and without a word being spoken their hands extended themselves impulsively. toward aca ‘other, met and clasped, ‘While it may ve been imagication, both hare said ioe \W 8 strange and silent con- Sees Phantom forms preceding “Wem to the door ofthe ruined churen, |It seemed to them impossible that th¢ failing building eould hold such, @ throng of flesh and blood, even at that time of the temporary transmigration of thetr souls + Clinging:close. together and impelled by an-unseen foree, they followed and, { entering, fell on their knees. For lights ‘were burping and the congregation of | Indians and white people were joining in the worship in response to the pale priest who stood in unearthly. beauty, attended by dusky acolytes. the young Indian converts who bad loved him. “Pastor and people, when (hey arose or kneeled, moved as shadows do.. The two “ofthe earth earthly" fell prostrate + the: atste-and delivered up their souls, hthen arose, unneticed by the phantoms, ‘Joined in the prayer and praise. Inepenitent prayer, as in songs of Praise: their hearts went up to God and they knelt still after all the worshipers | had seemed (0 fadeaway into space. Only Has the pale priest passed down the aisle they heard a murmured “Pax vobiseum” and felt a touch of benediction, light as -the gentlest. zephyr. Wien they Bee el What each other fervently and thanked God for the tove Which still burned in their “hearts, pthough for 4 time the clouds of selfish- ness and pride had hidden its glowing fame. Within a few weeks the bodies | of the lovers were found cold in death |A short distance away lay the bodyiof Gray Eagle. The Indian was if love With Rose and in a fit of jealous rage had murdered them. He closed the bloody chapter hy taking his own life. This and many other stories ate rifé as to the nature of the apparitions, Not '@ resident of the old dilapidated’ village wil approach, the churchyard after night ~ in dnd even the unkempt Youths of the har ists give the cemetery @ wide berth at afl times. On several occasions of late. |t In claimed, “ghosts” have appeared téfore belated villagers in w noiseless manner and as suddenly disappeared. On one or two such oc- easions the ghosts have given chaseand the frightened individuals dectare they have been able to keep out of the way only by the fleetest running. New Isham Shell. The new Isham shell, which, the imventor says, will sink the largest battleship in three minutes, is being tested at the Sendy Hook proving grounds, ‘The shell is constructed of 200 pounds of cast stwel and carries and explodes a charge of 129 pounds ot dynamite and ultroglyceria. It ts the most powerful ever made. A 12 tach gun {i G84 "Co fre tt The ob struction at which the explosive i aimed for the test is a piece of Har- ‘Yoyized steel, 12 inches thick, backed dy heavy pakeu timbers and & mound aan Cruel it Macinrste ton sresusset yi washing up to this young lady, anc Missing her agaipst her will, and ; sence fot Prisoner—The charge is true, y* Ronor; but she bad besn eatin == Magistrate—Thon I sentence you t nie Sor nga Nas Beady to Fat at Once. ‘Tramp—Floase, mum, I've got a sil wife and 17 email children— Housekeeper-‘T’ve heard that stor) fer years, ‘Tramp—Then, mur, you prodabl; Rave it by heart, and there's ne nee of me spollin’ my digestion by tryia te tell it betweem mouthicla—N. ¥ ‘Weeriy. Original Scenery and Defects. “Only six péapts in the company, Temarked Vincemt | Crummola. “Ab then it must be a Shakespoarian per formance.” “Shaksepente bo hanzed!” objectet the friend. “What! with stx people?” “Wrectly, dear bey!” returned the bistros. “One man plays many parts.” A Pessimist’s Opinion. ‘Parre are ne pieamat days in spring, Ail talk e€ wom ie rot: We aiiher woe and enid, by sing! Or sive ft's binatng bet —Lewtevttie Journal MEABY Fex nevures. 3 DS) SS Oo "ea, ¢ AZ sen aN t =p 72 * Aunt aaangae wheter’ ets: ¥6 peh tinal ham tga te yer soskee. ton Hiram? Uncle Hiram— Weel, whem 1 wit te fawh te-asa prlbvn eclermsetne ran over me. pucctere ‘cum some: oar bow.Chieaga Newre = POSE ‘The souvenir fiers’ a: the bathing beach Stole hath fowet’ wm they wage Ble folded them us Inthe pocketboek And carried them aawey! —Cueveiand Lance: In the Studie, Mise Bruah—Did you hear our model scream a few minutes age? fhe fell while posing. ‘The Visiior—Too bad. Has she re covered? Miss Brush—Yen. to some extent. But you see most Of her clothes wore ip the next room.—Cineinnatl Enquirer, Foolish. “Did you hear about Miss Passay's luck? She fownd a beautiful solitaire im a fish thet she bed ordered fot luneh in the (earoom of one ef the big dry goods. establishments,” “Wonderful! But what ever in duced her to atlinit that it came from & Mebt—Chicago Recoré-Herald. THR VIEW. gr Saieteee Disw Ard Sepa | Sed ee eae: Hee 2 : ho a ma ie v ray a | aod WERE PRON, oS Ka |S: EES ger arr Tg | Sry tM. a : Ee” aA > SAS my a C Tag tt og 73 po\ vem ls 3 fe a al - VA a ae zi | d . ” Seen | QP) e | Newly-mace Bride—Cam you forgive me and love me still when I confos: that my Geet are artifielal? Groom—Thaok beaven! Now I cas sool my head (takes off his wig), i A Sexse of Cyutton. ‘Fhe Gisso- Wat would yen do. some were'to comp and offer. yon mosey for tntuence? Pied _The Poilticies—{ sbonli Hbbive bie with scorn. Anyone whe cart crane eek matters otterwts bees Uy brute Owes of coy caHh in mo) a oa’ aR —— a 3 8 ey ae eee nigbts of Pythia “ i N.A.,S.A,E. A., A. AND A. . ———————— SSS ___. LEED, This organization is o SE tic ne of the most powerful i fy progres Has een phenominal, “Ue Grand Lage of Vigta as ute > 3 are required to organiz: Flolge The bee aie ir ae SST © Of its strongest f nip ar ate nto ene Sa ; a Garhi concen tieees efits paid constitut AE So ee principles are greater th: thing BE MALL ccicwatic ceccntie sea oe tablished on Be a), ci epfanltonr ag y and established Re wehy thee hears eee people of the state will bad it Sane SEs endowment and burial be only absolutely seers eae ba A ation on Inge ete 9 kite poly sbectately sccease: . For information concerning the een erate zaition of lodges, The Courts of Calanthe Isthe Femal- Department of the Order. It requires a membership of thirty pers ms to organize a court, Jismempers are pledged to exhibit Fideliuy, exercise Harmony and prove Love one for the other. It pays an endowment and burial benefit of $150.00. It pays $3 00 per week sick dues, The only expense for tegalia is the cost of the badge, so cents and arosette, costing 25 cents for funeral occasions. THE BANDS OF CALANTHE or Children’s Department also con- stitutes a feature and persons cannot do better than to enter the little ones into this mystic circle. ‘The expense is nominal and the benefits all that conld be ex ected. It pays ircm $1.00 to $1.50 sick dues and death benefits of from $30.09 tc $40.co. y you have xc Py tkien Lodge or Court or Band in your neightorheod, orgmnize one. For all formation concerning the Children’s Department address, . ‘ Mrs. ANNA Tayior, W. M., 220 W. Hill +t., Rich; Va. For all information concerning special rates of JOME BNTCEBLi, 7 membership in the lodges and courte, address Sa1 N, 4th St, Richmond, Va, ‘The Only Wey Out “You told me before we were mar ied,” he complained, “that you would ‘be aind to cook my meais and paten my ciothes.” faa “And you told me that you would be glad te work early and late in order to be avje to hire servants to walt om mar After he hid seratched his heed for &@ moment he proposed that they com- Promise by hunting up some cheap Boarding place—Chicago Record-Her- ald. Unpiensant Bea Trip. Church—What sort of @ trip did you have goisg to Europe? | Gotham—Horribie; uaere ‘were thier phrenegraphs on the ship.— Yorkers Statesman. Vietim of an Imposition, Sbaryeon—Tou sccm divappointes wish that new society move! Piate—Disappuinted? i'm disbusted. Mrs s fend. Ii ien't even objection bie! —Crteage Tribune. Reade & Chien . Mus. Young—-Mother cays she wants fe be cromaied. My. 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