'The
SILVER.
HORDE i
By REX BEACH.
Author ot "The Spoiler"
"The Barrier"
and
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CopyntfhL I90 by Hrp Brother
CHAPTER VI.
A
ST) so all jour privations and
hardships weut for nothing."
said Mildred Way la ad when
Boyd had recounted the his-
tory of his pilgrimage Into the uorth.
"Yes," he replied: "as a miner I am
a very wretched failure."
She shrugged her shoulders In dis
approval. "Dou't use that term!" she cried.
"There Is uo word so hateful to uie
.as 'failure' I suppose because father
has never failed lu anything. Let us
say that your success has been de
layed." "Very well. That suits me better
also, but you see I've forgotten how
to choose nice words."
They were seated In the library,
where for two hours they had reruuiu
ed undisturbed, Emerson talking rap
idly, almost Incoherently.
"And you did all that for me," she
inused. "I wonder If any other man
I know would take those risks just for
me."
"Of course. Why, the risk, I mean
the physical peril and hardship and
discomfort, don't amount to that." He
snapped his fingers. "It was only the
unending desolation that hurt; It was
the separation from you that punished
ine the thought that some luckier fel
low might"
"Xonseuse!" Mildred was really In
dignant "I told you to fix your own
time, and I promised to wait Even If
I had not cared for you I would have
kept my word. That Is a Wayland
principle. As It Is, It was compara
tively easy."
"Then you do love me, my lady?"
lie leaned eagerly toward her.
"Do you need to ask?" she whisper
ed from the shelter of his arms. "It
is the same old fascination of our girl
and boy days. Do you remember how
completely I lost my head about you?"
She laughed softly. "I used to think
you wore a football suit better than
anybody In the world! Sometimes I
suspect that it is merely that same
girlish hero worship and can't last.
Dut it has lasted so far. Three years
is a long time for a girl like me to
wait isn't it?"
"I know, I know!" be returned Jeal
ously. "But legions of men are courting you.
Oh, I know. Haven't I devoured so
ciety columns by the yard? The pa
pers were six months old, to be sure,
when I got them, but every mention
of you was just like a knife stab to
me. I used to torture my lonely soul
with pictures of you. You were never
out of mind for an hour. My days
were given to you, and 1 used to pray
that my dreams might hold nothing
but you. You have been my fetish
from the first day I met you, and my
worship has grown blinder every hour.
Mildred. Oh. my lady, how beautiful
you are!"
And Indeed she was, for her face, or
dinarily so imperious, was now softly
alight: her eyes, which other men
found cold, were kindled with a rare
warmth of understanding; ber smile
was almost wistfully sweet
lie recalled how excited he had been
in that faraway time when he had
first learned her Identity, for the name
f Wayland was spoken soundingly In
the middle west In the early stages
of their acquaintance he had looked
upon ber aloofness as an affectation,
but a close Intimacy had compelled a
recognition of It as something wholly
natural. He found her as truly pa
trician as Wayne Wayland. her father,
could wish. The old man's domain was
greater than that of many princes, and
bis power more absolute. Ills only
daughter he spoiled as thoroughly as
he ruled bis part of the financial world,
and willful Mildred, once she had taken
an interest In the young college man so
evidently ready to be numbered anions
her lovers, did not pause half way.
but made her preference patent to all
and opened to him a realm of dazzling
possibilities.
And when he hnd graduated how
proud of her he had been! How little
he had realized the gulf that separated
them, and how quick had been his
awakening!
It was Wayne Wayland who had
shown htm bis folly. He had talked
to the young engineer kindly'. If firmly.
Irlng t(M) shrewd an old diplomat to
fan the flame of n headstrong love
with vigorous opposition.
"Mildred Is n rich girl." the old
financier had told Boyd, "u very rich
girl, one of the richest girls In this
part of the world, while you, my boy
what have you to offer?"
"Nothing! Cut you were not always
what you are now," Emerson bad re
plied. "Every man hns to make a
start When you married you were
as poor as I am."
"Granted! ltf I married a poor
girl from my owu station In life. For
tunately she had the latent power to
develop with me as I grew, so that we
kept even and I never outdistanced
her. But Mildred Is spoiled to begin
with. I spoiled her purposely to pre
vent Just this sort of thing. She Is
bred to luxury, her friends are rich.
ind she doesn't know any otmr kiud
or life."
And so It was that Boyd Emerson
n;iu gi.ue to Arista, lb lae It'.oii:"'
to win a furtuu.' and thus to wlu the
girl tie lovwl. He fixed his own time
for reluming, and so It was that Mil
dred Wayland had awaited him.
If today, after three years of depri
vation, title seemed to hliu more beau
tiful than ever-the Interval having
served merely to enhance her charm
and strengthen the yearning of his
heart she seemed lu the same view
till further removed from his sphere.
His story finished. Boyd weut on to
tell ber vaguely of his future pluus.
and at last he asked her, with some
thing less than an accepted lover's
confidence:
"Will you wait another year?"
She laughed lightly. "You dear boy.
I am not up for auction. This Is not
the 'third and last call.' 1 am not sure
I could Induce anybody to take uie
even If 1 desired."
"I read the rumor of your engage
ment in a San Francisco paper."
She mentioned a number of names,
counting them off on her finger tips.
"Then, of course, there are the old
standbys. Mr. Macklln. Tommy Tup
ner. the Lnwton boys"
"And Alton Clyde!"
"To be sure; little Alton, like the
brook, runs on forever. He still wor
ships you, Boyd, by the way."
"Is there any one in particular?"
Boyd demanded.
Miss Wayland's hesitation was so
brief as almost to escape his notice.
"Nobody who counts. Of course father
has his predilections and Insists upon
engineering my affairs in the same
way he would float a railroad enter
prise, but you can imagine how roninn
tic the result Is."
"Who Is the favored party?" the
young man asked darkly.
"HeaJly it Isn't worth discussing.
Do you remember when I offered to
give It all up and go with you. Boyd?"
"1 have never forgotten for an in
stant" "You refused to allow It"
"Certainly! I had seen too much of
your Ufe, and my pride figured a bit
also. But I am going to have you." He
drew ber to him tenderly. "You are
going to be my wife." He repeated
the words softly, reverently. "My
wife!"
She gazed up at him with a puzzled
little frown. "What bothers me is that
you understand me and my life so well.
while I scarcely understand you or
yours at all. That seems to tell me
that 1 am unsalted to you in some
way. Why, when you told me that
story of your hardships and all that
I listened as If it were a play or a
book, but really it didn't mean any
thing to me or stir me as It should. I
can't understand my own failure to
understand. Do you see what I am
trying to convey?"
"Perfectly," he answered, releasing
her with a little unadmitted sense of
disappointment at his heart "1 sup
pose it is only natural."
"1 do hope you succeed this time,"
she continued. "1 am growing deadly
tired of things. Not tired of waiting
for you. but I am getting to be old:
I am. Indeed. Why, at times 1 uctuul
ly have an Inclination to do fancy
work the unfailing symptom. Do you
realize that I am twenty-five years
old!"
The portieres parted, and Wayno
Wayland stood lu the opening.
lie advanced to shake the young
man's hand, his demeanor gracious and
WATHB WAYLAND STOOD IN THB OPENING.
hearty. "Welcome home. You have
been having quite a vacation, haven't
you? Let's see. Its two years, isn't
It?"
"Three years!" Emerson replied.
"Impossible! Dear, dear, how time
flies when one Is busy!"
"Boyd hus been telling me of his
adventures." said Mildred. "He is
going to dine with us."
"Have you come home to stay?" ask
ed the father.
"No, sir. I shall return In a few
weeks."
Mr. Wayland's cordiality seemed to
Incxease. in tome, eubtjjj uianuer.
Boyd felt himself growing numb.
"What do you mean by 'packing in
dustries?' " asked Mildred.
"Canneries salmon fisheries! We
own CO per cent of the plants of tho
entire const Including Alaska. That's
why I've been so keen about that
north country. Boyd. You never
guessed It, oh?"
"No. sir," Boyd stammered.
"Well, we control the supply, and
we will regulate the market. Wo will
allow only what competition we de
sire. It was a beautiful transaction."
Was he dreaming? Boyd wondered.
His mouth was uryrul TT3iuauaged To
inquire:
"What rtlicut the independent can
neries':" Marsh laughed. "There is no senti
ment lu business! There are alniut 40
per cent too many plants to suit us. I
believe I am capable of attending to
them."
"Mr. Marsh Is the general manager,"
Wayland explained. "With the mar
ket In our owu hands and sutlleieut
capital to operate at a loss for u year
or two years. If necessary, 1 don't
think the independent plants will cost
us much."
Now for the first time Emerson re
alized the Impropriety of ills owu pres
ent position He was here In the Way-
land home under false pretences: they
hud bared to hlni secrets not rightly
bis with which he might arm himself.
When this. too. became known to the
financier he would regard hiiu not only
as a presumptuous enemy, but as a
traitor. Boyd knew the old tyrant loo
well to doubt his course of action:
thenceforth there would be war to the
hilt.
The announcement of dinner Inter
rupted hi dismayed reflections, and he
walked out In company with Mr Way
land, who linked arms wilh him as if
to afford Willis Marsh every advan
tage, fleeting though It ni!glit prove
"He Is a wonderful fellow." the old
gentleman observed sotto voce, indicat
ing Marsh-"one of the keenest busl
ties men I ever met "
"Yes?"
"Indeed he Is. He Is a money maker,
too: his nss(clates swear by hlni. If
I were you. my boy, I would study
him; he Is a good man to Imitate."
At the dinner table tho talk at first
war general and of a character appro
priate for the hour, but Miss Wayland.
oddly enough, displayed such an un
usual thirst for Information regarding
thi North American Packers' associa
tion that her father was moved to re
mark upon It.
"What In the world has come over
you. Mildred?" he si id. "You never
cared to hear about my doings be
fore." "Please don't discourage mo." she
urged. "1 am really In earnest 1
should like to kow all about this new
trust of .yours. Perhaps my little uni
verse Is growing a bit tiresome to me."
"So far hus been all hard work."
Wayne Wayland at length aunouueed.
"but In the future I propose to derive
some pleasure from this affair. I am
tired out For a long time I have been
planning a trip somewhere, and now
I think I shall make a tour of Inspec
tion In the spring and visit the various
holdings of the North American Pack
ers' association. In that way I can
combine recreation and busiuess."
"How fnr will you go?" questioned
Boyd.
"Clear up to Mr. Marsh's station."
"Kalvlk?"
"Yes; that is the plan." Marsh chim
ed in "You see. I am selfish in urging
It Miss Wayland. I expect you to
Join the party."
"1 am sure you would like It. Mil
dred." the magnate added.
Boyd could scarcely believe his ears.
Would they come to Kalvlk? Would
they all assemble there In that unmap
ped nook? And, supposing they should,
bad be the courage to continue his
mad enterprise? It was all so unreal!
He was torn between the desire to
have Mildred agree and fear of the In
fluence Marsh might gain during such
a trip. But Mh's Wayland evidently
hrul an eye to her own comfort, for
he replied:
"No. Indeed! The one thing I abhor
above land travel Is a sea voyage; I
am u wretched sailor."
"But this trip on a yacht would be
worth while." urged her father. "Why.
It will be a regular voyage of discov
ery. I am as excited over It as a coun
try boy on circus day."
Marsh seconded him with all his
powers of persuasion, but the girl,
greatly to Emerson's surprise, merely
reaffirmed her determination.
"Are there any women lu Alaska?"
questioned the girl.
"In the mining camps, yes; but we
fishermen live lonely lives."
"But the coy, shrinking Indian maid
ens? I have read about them."
"They are terrible affairs," Marsh
declared.
"Not always!" Boyd gave voice to
his general annoyance. "I have seon
some very attractive squaws, partic
ularly breeds."
"Whore?" demanded the other.
"Well, at Kalvlk, for Instance your
home. You must know Chakawana,
the girl they call 'the snowbird?' "
"No."
"Come, come! She knows you well."
"Ah, a mystery! He Is concealing
something!" cried Miss Wayland.
chaI'Ti::: vn
TjMEKSON ni: ., ,,, i,,.;.,,! I P.i.V
Vi huge figure nil Inn h.o, iu;u the
I . distant dour
' "Cull hlni m. iid Hyde
quk-kty "I want In nteei inni. lie
look Just i.iy soil " And accordingly,
Emerson tiiotloiicd t i t!ie fisherman.
Seeing there was no help for It Big
George composed himself and ventured
timidly across the po.-tal
"Gimme a Icmniridc, quick; I'm all
hot up." he ordered. "I can't get no
footholt on these fancy floors, they're
so dang sl'.ck "
"Mr. Clyde offers to pfit (HU)OO Into
tho deal If he can go to Kalvlk with
us and help run the cannery." explain
ed Emerson.
George looked over the clubman care
fully from bis curly crown to his slen
der, high heeled shoes, then smiled
broadly.
"It's up to Mr. Emerson. I'm willing
If ho Is." Whereupon, vastly encour
aged, Clyde proceeded to expatiate
ujmii Ijjs owji surpassing, auallllca-
tlonv While he was speaking a partv
f three men approached ahd seated
themselves at an adjoining table As
they pull-M out their chairs Itlg (Seorg
chanced to clam-r In their direction
then put down his lemotiade glass care
fully. 'What's the- matter?" Boyd demand
ed la a low tone, for the big fellow's
face had suddenly gone livid, while
his eyes bad widened like those of an
enraged an!'.!.
"That's him!" George growled.
That's the dirty hound!"
"Sit still!" conitnauded Emerson.
'Don't make a fool of yourself." be
cautioned.
"That's him!" repeated George, his
eyes glaring redly. "That's Willis
Marsh."
"Where?" Emerson whirled curious
ly, but there was no need for George
to point out his enemy, for one of the
strangers stood as If frozen, with his
hand upon the back of his chair, an
expression of the utmost astoulshnient
upon his face. A smile was dying
from his lips.
Boyd beheld a plump, thickset man
of thirty-eight In eveulng dress. There
ttfi
"DON'T OFFEB 1IETOCB BAND; IT'S DIItTI."
was nothing distinctive about hliu ex
cept, perhaps, his hair, which was of a
decided reddish hue. He was light of
complexion; his mouth was small and
of a rather womanish appearance, due
to the full red lips. He was well
groomed, well fed; In all ways he was
a typical city bred man. Raising his
brows In recognition, he nodded pleas
antly to Bait then, as If on second
thought excused himself to his com
pnnlons and stepped toward the other
group.
"How do you do. George? What in
the name of goodness are you doing
here? I hardly recognized you."
Marsh's voice wus round and musical,
his accent eastern. W Ith an assump
tion of heartiness, he extended a white
gloved band, which the big. uncouth
man who faced him refused to take
The other three had risen. George
seemed to be groping for a retort
Finally be blurted out hoarsely
"Don't offer me your hand. It's
dirty! It's got blood on It!
"Nonsense!" Marsh smiled. "Let's
be friends again. George. Bygones are
bygones."
"You dirty rat!" breathed the fisher
man. "Very well. If you wish to be ob
stinate" Willis Marsh shrugged his
shoulders carelessly, although In his
voice there was a metallic note "I
have nothing to say. Mr. Bait and
I had a business misunderstanding,'
he said smoothly to Emerson, "which
I hoped was forgotten. It didn't
amount to much"
At this Bait uttered a choking snarl
and stepped forward, only to meet
Boyd, who Intercepted him.
"Behave yourself!" be ordered.
"Don't make a scene." And before the
big fellow could prevent It he had
linked arms with blm and swung him
around. The movement was executed
so naturally that none of the patrons
of the cafe noticed It except perhaps
as a preparation for departure. Marsh
bowed civilly and returned to his scat
Alton Clyde clamored for enlighten
ment as to the reason for this erup
tion. "That la the fellow we will have to
fight" Boyd explained. "He Is the
head of the cannery combination at
Kalvlk and a bitter enemy of
George's."
Clyde spoke earnestly. "Well, that
absolutely settles it as far as I am
concerned. This Is bound to end in a
row."
"You mean you don't want to Join
us?"
"Don't want tol Why, I've Just got
to. that's alt The (10,000 is yours."
A month bad elapsed when Emer
son at last expressed to George the
discouragement that had lain silently
In both men's minds.
"You've played your string out eh?"
"Absolutely. I've done everything
except burglary, but I can't raise that
$100,000. Times are hard, aud I've
bled my friends of every dollar they
can spare."
"It's an awful big piece of money,"
Bait admitted, with a sigh.
"I never fully realized before how
very large," Boyd said. "Aud yet
without that amount the Seattle bank
won't back us for the remainder."
"Oh, it's no uso to tackle the busi
ness on a small scnle." Big George
pondered. "We'd ought to be on the
coast now. We're shy CJ.'.OOO. eh?"
"Yes."
But the clouds were blown away n
few days after when Alton Clyde
threw down twenty-five $1,000 bills be
fore Bovd got from a mysterious
source which he refused to name.
Emerson later met the leading suitor
fisldi' fro'li himself) for Mildred Way
IS IK
land's band, a personal."1 whose exist
ence he felt as a continued menace.
He was visiting Mildred at ber home.
Hearing voices ouislde the library.
the young man asked horriedlr: "Glv
ae some time alone with you, my lady.
I must leave early."
There was time for no more, for
Wayne Wayland entered, followed by
auother gentleman at the first sight of
whom Emerson started, while his mind
raced off into a dizzy whirl of Incredu
lity. It could not be! It was too gro
tesquetoo ridiculous! What prank
of malicious fate wus this? He turned
his eyes to the door agaiu to see If by
any chance there were a third visitor.
but there wus not. and he was forced
to respond to Mr. Wayland's greeting
The other man had meanwhile stepped
directly to Mildred, as If be had eyes
for no oue else, and was bowing over
her hand when her father spoke.
'Mr. Emerson, let me present you to
Mr. Marsh. I believe you have tiever
happened to meet here." Marsh turned
as if reluctant to release the girl's
band, and not until his own was out
stretched did he recognize the other.
The two mumbled the customary sal
utations.
"You two will get along famously,"
said Mr. Wayland. "Mr. Marsh is ac
quainted with your country, Boyd."
"Ah!" Marsh exclaimed qulcklv.
"Are you an Alaskan, Mr. Emerson?"
"Indeed, he Is so wedded to the coun
try that he Is going back tomorrow,"
Mildred offered.
Marsh's first look of challenge now
changed to one of the liveliest interest.
and Boyd Imagined the fellow endeav
oring to link him, through the affair
at tho restaurant, wilh the presence
of Big George In Chicago.
"Yes," Boyd answered cautiously, "I
am a typical Alaskan uisappomtea.
but not discouraged."
"What business?"
"Mining!"
"Oh!" Indifferently. ,
"Boyd has something far better thnn
mining now," began Mildred. "He was
telling mo about it as"
"You interrupted us," interjected
Emerson, panic stricken. "I didn't have
time to explain the nature of my en
terprise." The girl was about to put In a dis
claimer when he flashed a look at ber
which she could not help but heed. "I
am very stupid about such things,"
she offered easily. "I would not have
uuderstood it I m sure." To her
father she continued, leaving what
she felt to be dangerous ground, "I
didn't look for you so early."
"We finished sooner than I expect
ed." Mr. Wayland answered, "so I
drove Willis to his hotel and waited
for him to dress. I was afraid be might
disappoint us if I let him out of my
sight My dear, I have effected a won
derful deal today," went on ber father,
"With the help of Mr. Marsh I closed
the last details of a consolidation
which has occupied me for many
months."
"Another trust. I suppose."
"Certain people might call it that'
chuckled the old man. "Willis was the
inspiring genius and did most of the
work; the credit Is his." 1
"May 1 inquire the nature of this
merger?" Emerson ventured.
"Certainly," replied Wayne Wayland.
"There la no longer any secret about
It 1 have combined the pncklng in
dustrles of tho Pacific coast under the
name of the North American Packers'
association."
Continued in next issue
cor.CEfiVA ion .n nlbhask-
Eck-r.t'sti
Oil! ih. ,
ttculd Have Forest Pre
Alcr.g Mittcuri River,
.i. iJ. 'lo s'1 I'1' st:lta
of Nu-.ia.ii. a into the
awii. oi t.ie con-
Bervut.u. i..o.n.tiit and to nive us u
lorest Li iv e ot our own, an ussuclu-
t'on of BC. ntifi'.: men has been organ
Ued and u government expert has
made an exam. nation of the land east
of Sarpy county, between Bellevue
and South Omaha.
F. W. Morrell, assistant govern
ment forester In the Denver oillce,
has been in Bellevue during the past
week going over the tract of wooded
land thnt lies between the village of
3llevue and South Omaha The
tract contains about 1,500 acres of
steep hills and bluffs, covered with
shrubbery and trees, and small parts
of it are under cultivation.
The plan for a state forest reserve
is being fathered by an organization
called the Nebraska State Conserva
tlon commission and a committee of
scientists, Including Professor O. E
Condra and Professor P. O. Phillips
of thn University of Nebraska and
Professor A. A. Tyler of Bellevue col
lege, contemplates the purchase of
this land by the state. It would prob
ably cost between $100,000 and $15D,
000. The commission believes that
the land would do the state more good
If allowed to grow up In timber than
It ever would as farm land, and ae
cording to the government forester,
enough cord wood could btf sold from
the waste every year to pay for the
maintenance of the necessary care
takers.
Engineer Hurd Reports Progress.
Lincoln, Sept. 16 K. C. Hurd, en
glneer in charge of the physical vain
atlon department of the statu railway
commission, has filed a report cover
lng the work his department has done
from June 1 to Aug. 31. During tlint
period station mnps and right of way
maps have been prepared covering 1,-
321 miles. There has been Inspected
a grand total of 6,11)8 miles, during
which the department hns traveled
12,2.'0 miles. Of the $10,000 approprl
ated for the use of tho department
for the blennlum there has bten spent
a total of $22,126.
STORMS WR ITES
SHARP LETTER
Former Head c! State College In
Final Word as to Board.
DECLARES HE WAS IGNORED.
He Assails System of Educational Coiv
trol in Iowa and Says Plan of Elim
inating College President Is Bad foi
Institutions Belittled His Execi
tive Functions.
Ees Moines, Sept. 16. President A
B. Storms ot the stale college, who
resigned some time ago, has departed
for Indianapolis, where ho will re-ea
ter the ministry. Before going b
wrote u sharp letter, a copy ot which
he mailed to each of the members ol
Governor Carroll's new board of ed
cation, which letter will arouse con
siderable discussion as to the ne
policies which have been adopted.
Declaring that he did not have
chance to come to a full and frank un
derstanding with the state board ot
education, that he had no chance tc
meet the board and discuss college in
terests, President Storms says ths
board system has eliminated the col
lege president from tho educational
system of the state.
"They have Isolated the president
of the college from the board and be
llttled his executive function," la th
substance of Dr. Storms' plaint.
lie expresses surprise that the board
should take upon Itself the right to
elect and dismiss college Instructors
without the knowledge of the presi
dent, charges that It has not conferred
with the chief executive when th
policies of the school were under dl
cusslon, even when these pollclel
reached back to a time before the cre
ation of the board, and that ve
when matters affecting the credit ol
the president as an executive wert b
fore them, he was not summoned.
OLIVE BRANCH FOR ELOPERS
Youthful Runaways Forgiven by Pa
rents at Council Bluffs.
Council Bluffs, la., Sept. 16. An
elopement ot two Council Bluffs
young people, who fled to Kansas City,
has Just ended In a victory for U
wedded pair. Laurence Shlel and
Miss Tina Moore were In love with
each other. They are young, to
young, thought the parents of both,
and when It was discovered that the
young people were meeting often and
that they planned marriage, every of
fort wus made to keep them apart,
with the usual result. Miss Moor 1:
nineteen years old and Shlel Is twon
ty-one. They managed to get out ol
town unnoticed and were married In
Kansas City. Mr. Moore, the father
of the girl, when he learned ot the
marriage of the couple, took a train
for St. Joseph, bearing an olive
branch. There he met the newly wedj
and prevailed upon them to return
home and celebrate the wedding lu
proper style.
DIVORCE SUIT DISMISSED
Mrs. Glfford of Marshalltown Adjust!
Differences With Husband.
Marshalltown, la., Sept. 16. -Wn: I
promised to be the most sensational
divorce ever tried In this county w.i
dismissed without prejudice In tr i
district court, and the proposed actio
of Mrs. Phoebe Clfford against bu
husband, Frank H. Glfford, saloon h...
will not come to trial. Mrs. Glffo: I
has returned to the city from Grlnne i,
where she has been with her mothe ,
Mrs. M. G. Capron, and the difference
existing between husband and w
have been adjusted. In connectb i
with the dismissal of the divorce ca: ;
Gilford's case against Mrs. Capro ,
alleging the alienation of his wife i
affections, and aBking damages in t'...
mm of $50,000, was dismissed in tLi
Poweshiek county court.
Mary Turner, Iowa Pioneer, Daad.
Des Moines, Sept. 16. Mrs. Mary A.
Turner, Iowa pioneer and well knov. i
philanthropist, widow of the late I)r
M. P. Turner, died at her home at 8 I
Forest avenue, after an Illness of ti'"
weeks. Had she lived until next Tl
day, she would have been elghty t .vt
years of age years of which norm
were spent by her In organizing an I
upbuilding church and charitable r--ganlzatlons,
which now occupy a prtan
Inent place In the city.
Newton Company Mustered Out.
Des Moines, Sept. 16. AdJutrt
General Igan "made good" In 1 '.3
threat to muster out all companies -"t
the Iowa national guard in town
where the citizens or business r. t
fall to supply suitable armories. Nek
ton Is the first town to be hit, the a -Jutnnt
general ordering company 1.
Fifty-fourth regiment, now statlor : t
there, to be mustered out for the f '
reason that "i armory has rnl b :
provided.
David Erans Passes Away.
Pes Moines, Sept. 16. David Evr -.
aged fifty eight years, founder of t "
Evans cafe on Walnut street, died
heart failure at the Methodist 1
pltal. Mr. Evans came to Des Mo!
from London, England, twenty-Be-years
ago. He began work In the
partment store of L. Trepanler c
pany, on f'Kl wv.sessed of a fort
of about JH'l.OOO.
