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V v - S -.Y V -J-v- ' P. . ";rfj .: 3- V". V" . I SYNOPSIS. Ottes Dudley arrived In San Francisco to Join his friend and distant relative Hear? Wilton, whom he was to assist in an important and mysterious task, and who accompanied Dudley on the ferry boat trip into the city. The re markable resemblance of the two men is noted and commented on by passen gers on the ferry. They see a man with snake eyqs. which sends a thrill through Dudley.- Wilton postpones an explanation of the strange errand Dudley Is to per form, but occurrences cause him to know It is one of no ordinary meaning;. Wilton leaves .Giles in their room, with - instruction to await his return. Hardly has he gone than Giles is startled by a cry of "Help." Dudley is summoned to the inorpue and there finds the dead body of his friend. Henry Wilton. And taus Wilton dies without ever explainins to Dudley the suxzlinc work be was to perform In San Francisco. In order to discover the secret mission his frisnd had entrusted to htm, Dudley continues his riissuitte and permits himself to be known s Henry Wilton. Dudley, mistaken for Wilton. Is employed by Knapp to assist In a stock brokerage deal. Giles Dudley tlnds himself closeted in a room with Mother Borton who makes a confidant r him. He can learn nothing about the mysterious bqy further than that It is .Tim Terrlll and Darby Meeker who are after him. He Is told that "Dicky" Nahl Is a traitor, playing both hands In the same. Dudley gets his first knowledge of Decker, who is Knapp's enemy on the Board. Dudley visits the home of Knapp and Is stricken by the beauty of Luella, his daughter. He learns the note was fwgery. He Is provided with four guards. Drown, Barkhouse, Fitzhugh and Porter. He learns, there Is to be no trouble about ' money as air expenses will be paid, the hire of the fruards being paid by one Richmond." The body of Henry Wilton U committed to the vault. Dudley re xponds to a note and visits Mother Bor ton In company with Policeman Corson. fSlles Dudley again visits tho Knapp home. CHAPTER XV. Continued. "Oh, Mr. Wilton, you'll pardon my boldness, I'm sure," she said with an amiable flirt of the head, as I seated myself beside her and watched Luella melt away into the next room; "but 1 was afraid you had forgotten all about us poor women, and it's a dread ful thing to be in this great house when there isn't a man about, though of course there are the servants, but you can't count them as men, besides omo of them being Chinamen. And we 1 that Ib, I really did want to see m. and we ought to have so much to talk over, for I've heard that your mother's first cousin was a Bowser, and I do so want to see that dear, de lightful Chinatown that I've heard so much about, though they do say it's horrid and dirty, but you'll let us see that for ourselves, won't you, and did ' you ever go through Chinatown, Mr. Wilton?" Mrs. Bowser pulled up her verbal coach-and-six so suddenly that I felt as though alio must have been pitched . off tho box. "Oh," said I carelessly, 'I've seen -tho place often enough." "How nice!" Then suddenly look ing grave ?Irs. Bowser spoke from be hind her fan. "But I hope, Mr. Wilton, r hero's nothing there that a lady shouldn't see." f hastened to assure her that it was .possible to avoid everything that would bring a blush to the cheek of a matron of her years. Mrs. Bowser at this rattled on with out coming to any point. I was listen ing to the flow of her high-pitched voice without getting any idea from it, when my wandering attention was suddenly recalled by the words, "Mr. Knapp." "What was that?" I asked in some . .confusion. "I didn't catch your mean ing." "I was Baying I thought it strange Mr. Knapp wouldn't go with us, and he got awfully cross when I pressed him, and said oh, Mr. Wilton, he saidj . such a dreadful word that he'd be 'verlastingly somcthinged if he would " ever go into such a lot of dens of oh, I can't repeat his dreadful language but wasn't It strange, Mr. Wilton?" "Very." I said diplomatically; "but . it isn't worth while to wait for him, tli en." "Oh, laws, no! he'll be home to morrow, but he won't go.". "Home to-morrow!" I exclaimed. "I thought he wasn't to come till Wednesday." Mrs. Bowser looked a little uncom- fortable. "I guess he's old enough to come "and go when he likes," she said. But her ilow of words seemed to desert her. "Very true," I admitted. "I wonder what's bringing him back in such a "hurry." Mrs. Bowser's beady eyes turned on :ne in doubt, and for a moment she . was dumb. Then she followed this miracle by another, and spoke in a low tono of voice. "It's not for me to say anything against a man in his own house, but I don't like to" talk of Doddridge Knapp." "What's the matter?" I asked. "A "little rough in his speech? OhMrs Bowser, you should make allowances fnr man whn h?ic lint? in ficif ViJc w.iv in the roughest business life in the world, and not expect too much of his polish." t "Oh, laws, he's polite enough," whispered Mrs. Bowser. "It isn't that oh, I don't see how she ever married him." I followed the glance that Mrs. Bowser gave on interrupting herself with this declaration, and saw Mrs Knapp approaching us. "Oh," she exclaimed cheerily, "is it settled? Have you made all the ar-" rangements. Cousin Julia?" "Well, I declare! I'd forgotten all about telling him." cried Mrs. Bowser in her shrillest tone. "I'd just taken It for a fact that he'd know when to come." "That's a little too much to expect, I'm afraid," said Mrs. Knapp, smil ing gaily at Mrs. Bowser's manage ment. "I see that I shall have to ar range this thing myself. Will Monday night suit you. Henry?" "As well as another," sau,-1 politely, concealing my feelings as a victim of feminine diplomacy. "You have told him who are going, haven't you?" said Mrs. Knapp, to Mrs. Bowser. "Laws, no! I never thought bnt that he knew." "Oh!" exclaimed Mrs. Knapp. "What a gift as a mlndreader Mr. Wilton ought to have! Well, I suppose I'd better not trust to that Henry. There's to be Mrs. Bowser, of course, and Mr. and Mrs. Carter, and Mr. Hor ton, and oh. yes Luella." My heart gave a Jump, and the trip to Chinatown suddenly became an ob ject of interest. "I mania?'! said an inquiring voice, and Luella herself stood by her mother. "Yes," said. Mrs. Knapp. "It's the fhlaatown expedition for Monday nlBht." Luella looked annoyed, and tapped her foot to the floor impatiently. "With Mr. Wilton." there was the slightest emphasis on the words, "to accompany the party, I shouldn't think it would be necessary for me to go." "It Is either you or I." said Mrs. Knapp. "You will be needed to protect Mr. Horton." said I sarcastically. "Oh. what a task!" she said gaily. "I shall be ready." And she turned away before I could put in another "JXPttfEG GDZOVtJZrrj.KMLY' 700ITj4 C&42&" word, and I walked down the room with Mrs. Knapp. "And so Mr. Knanp is coming home to-morrow?" I said? Mrs. Knapp gave me a quick look. "Yes," she said. There was some thing in her tone that set me to think ing that there was more than I knew behind Mr. Knapp's sudden return. "I hope he is not ill," I said politely. "I think you will find him all right when you see him. But here you must meet Mr. and Mrs. Carter. They are just from the East, and very charming people, and as you are to do them the honors on Monday evening, you should know them." Mr. and Mrs. Carter had pleasant faces and few ideas, and as the con versational fire soon burned low I souught Mrs. Knapp and took my leave. Luella was nowhere to be seen. "You must be sure that you are well guarded," said Mrs. Knapp. "It quite gives me the terrors to think of those murderous fellows. And since you told me of that last plot to call you down to Borton's, I have a presentiment that some special danger is ahead of you. Be cautious as well as brave." I thanked her as she pressed my hand, and, with no Luella awaiting me by the stair, I took my way down the stone steps, between the bronze lions, and joined Porter and Barkhouse on the sidewalk. CHAPTER XVI. An Echo of Warning. "All quiet?" I asked of my guards, as we took our way down the street. "Dicky Nahl was along here," said Porter, "and he said Terrill and Meek er and the other gang was holding a powwow at Borton's, and we'd best lock out for surprises." "Was that all?" "Well, he said he guessed there was a new deal on hand, and they was a buzzin like a nest of hornets." "Well," said I, "we had better go down to Borton's and look into this matter." There was silence for a time. My guards walked beside me without speaking, but I felt the protest in their manner. At last Barkhouse said re spectfully: "There's no use to do that, sir. You'd better send some one that ain't so likely to be nabbed, or that won't mat ter much if he is. We'd be In a pretty fix If you was to be took." "Here comes Dicky now," said Por ter, as a dark figure came swingin: lightly along. "Hullo!" cried Dicky, halting ant shading his eyes from the-gaslight "I was .Just going up -to look for yon again." "What's up. Dicky?" "I guess It's the devil," said Dicky, so gravely that I broke into a laugh. "He's right at home if he's come to this town." I said. "I'm glad yon find It so funny," said Dicky in an injured tone. "Yon was scared enbagh last time."' "Well, I've kept out of his claws this far, and it's no use to worry. What's he trying to do now?" "That's what I've been trying to ffnd out all the evening. They're noisy enough, bnt they're too thick to let one get near where there's anything going on that is. if he has a fancy for keeping a whole skin." "Suppose we so down there now," I suggested. "We might find out some thing." Dicky stopped short. "Caesar's ghost!" he gasped; "what next? Wouldn't yon like to touch off a few powder-kegs for amusement? Won't you fire a pistol Into your mouth.io show how easy you.caa stop the bullet r "Why, you have been down there and are all right." I argued. "Well, there nothing much to nap pen to me. but where would you be if they got hold of you? You're getting off your cabesa, old fellow," said Dicky anxiously. "If I could see Mother Borton I would fix it," I said confidently. "What! That she-devil?" cried Dicky. "8he'd give yon up to have your throat cut in a minute if she could get a four-bit piece for your carcass. I guess she could get more than that on you, too." Mother Borton's warnings against Dicky Nahl returned to me with force IlIfifflliliTtf- at this expression of esteem from the young man, and I was filled with doubts. "I came up to tell you to look out for yourself," continued Dicky. "I'm afraid they mean mischief, and here you come with a wild scheme for get ting into the thick of it" "Well, I'll think better of It," I said. "But see if you can find out what is going on. Come up and let me know if you get an inkling of their plants." "All right," said Dicky. "But Just sleep on a hair-trigger to-night" "Goodnight," I said, as I turned to ward my room, and Dicky, with an an swering word, took his way toward the Borton place. I had grown used to the silent ter rors of my house. But as we stumbled up the stairway the apprehensions of Dicky Nahl came strong upon me, and I looked ahead to the murky halls, and glanced at everyway as though I ex pected an ambush. Porter and Bark WANTED NO MORE SISTERS. One Girl Had Had Enough of Censor ious Remarks. "I didn't think you'd get so angry because I said I thought you ought tc wear gray suede shoes with your gray dress instead of white ones. I didn't mean to offend you," her friend very sweetly apologized. "Never mind." she returned softly. "It was all right, but it made me angry for two rea sons. First because I had to wear the white shoes because I didn't have any others that were presentable, and, secondly, because when I left my family of sisters, who made every pos sible sort of comment on my clothes. 1 declared I would never stand it from anybody else. I said to myself that whenever a friend got so friendly that she thought she could treat me like a sister I'd shake her." She Knew It "My, dear," said the head of the house, looking over his morning paper at his better half, "there is a crisis omlng in China." "I know it!" she noaned. "Susan has left only half a 'osen pieces whole out of our new linner set" house marched stolidly along, showing 'little disposition to talk. "What's that?" 1 exclaimed, stop ping to listen. "What was it?" asked Barkhouse. as we stopped on, the upper' landing and gazed into the obscurity. T Tthought I' heard a noise." said I. "Who's there?" "It was a rat." said Porter. Tva heard I'em'ovrtf here' of nights." "Well. Just light that other gas Jet" I said. "It will help to make things pleasant in case of accidents.' The doors came bat of the darkness as the second Jet biased up. bnt noth ing else was to be seen. Suddenly there was a scramble, and something sprang up before my door. Porter and I raised the revolvers that were ready in our hands, but Bark house spring past us, and in an in staat had closed with the figure and held'it in his arms. There was a volley of curses, oaths mingled with sounds that reminded me of nothing so much as a spitting cat, and a familiar voice screamed in almost 'inarticulate rage: " "Let me go?: damn, ye,or Til-knife ye!" "Good heavens!" I cried. "Let her go. Barkhouse. It's Mother Borton." Mother Borton freed herself with a vicious shake, and called down the wrath of-Heaven and hell on the stal wart guard. "You're the black-hearted spawn of the sewer rats, to take a respectable woman like a bag of meal,' cried Mother Borton indignantly, with a fresh string of oaths. "It's fire and brimstone you'll be tasting yet, and you'd 'a' been there before now, you miserable gutter-picker, if It wasnlt for me. And this is the thanks I git from ye!" "Come in," I said, unlocking the 'door and lighting up my room. "You can be' as angry as you like in here, and it won't hurt anything." Mother Borton stormed a bit, and men sullenly walked in and took a chair. Silence fell on her as she crossed the threshold, but she glower ered on us with fierce eyes. "It's quite an agreeade surprise to see you," I ventured as cheerfully as I could, as she made no move to speak. My followers looked awkward and un comfortable. At the sound of my voice. Mother Borton's bent brows relaxed a little. "If you'd send these fellows out, I reckon we could talk a bit better," she said sourly. "Certainly. Just wait in the hall, boy 8; and close the door." Porter and Barkhouse ambled out, and Mother Borton gave her chair a hitch that brought us face to face. "I reckon you don't think I come on a visit of perliteness?" she said sharp ly after a brief silence. I murmured something about being glad to entertain her at any time. "Nonsense!" she sniffed. "I'm a vile old woman that the likes of you would never put eyes on twice if it wasn't for your business none knows it bet ter than me. I don't know why I should put myself out to help ye." Her tone had a touch of pathos under its hard ness. "I know why," I said, a little touch ed. "It's because you like me." She turned a softened eye on me. "You're right," she said almost ten derly, with a flash of womanly feeling on her seamed and evil face. "I've took a fancy to ye and no mistake, and I'd risk something to help ye." "I knew you would," I said heart ily. "And that's what I come to do," she said with a sparkle of pleasure in her eye. "I've come to warn ye." "New dangers?" I inquired cheer fully. My prudence suggested that I had better omit any mention of the warning from Dicky Nal L "The same ones," said Mother Bort on shortly, "only more of 'em." "What is the latest plot?" I asked gravely, as I fancied that my light manner grated on my strangt guest "I don't know," she said slowly. "But you know something," I argued. "Maybe you know what I know bet ter than I knows it myself," growled Mother Borton with a significant glance. I resigned myself to await her hu mor. "Not at all," said I carelessly. "I only know that you've come to tell me something, and that you'll tell It in your-own good time." "It's fine to see that you've learned not to drive a woman," she returned with grim irony. "It's something to know at your age." I smiled sympathetically upon her, and she continued: . "I might as well tell ye the whole of It, though I reckon my throat's as like to be slit over it as not" "I'll never breathe a word of if I replied fervently. (TO BE CONTINUED.) ETIQUETTE OF THE, PUNCH. Matter That Is Sometimes a Difficult Thing to Decide. To punch or not to punch is one of the most difficult questions In life. There is an etiquette of punching, but it does not always help a man much when the contingency arises and he is forced to decide on the spur of the moment whether he will or not When the lie is given or certain opprobions epithets are personally applied ell-1 aUfttP ralto tew a niinoh This to n.,rv- ' posed to be the irreducible minimum pum.uui6l niuium uie use ui wuu.il no man can go through life holding his head erect Beyond this irreducible minimum a man may suit his taste, his disposition and his temper in the use of his fist within certain limits, without violating the proprieties or incurring disapproval as a bully. There are many ,op!tional punches, so to speak, on which the world looks with approval besides these two compul sory punches. 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Thickly surrounded by clumps of grayish-green olive-trees and ver dant orchards, the Achllleion, the fairy castle of that restless, unfor tunate empress who was to die under a murderer's steel, emerges Jlke a white phantom of the past The beau ty of its outward form a clever imi tation of the Pompeian style Is only matched by its lavish and highly arti ficial Innner decoration, on which Empress Elizabeth is said to have spent $1,250,000, and by the magnifi cent views It commands. The Achll leion was recently Inhabited by the German emperor, his consort, daugh ter, and a full. staff of courtiers; and the affiliations thereby created with conceptions of Prussian soberness, cor rectness, common sense, and other un romantic Brandenburglan attributes, greatly take away from that castle's bewitching poetry. A thousand pities! The Achllleion, then, is the forty ninth addition to the residences of the German emperor. In ordinary German parlance, every one of these 49 struc tures, or estates, is called a "Kaiser liches Schloss," an imperial castle; .but the truth is that only a few of them (amongst them the well-known and much-depicted residences in Ber lin and Potsdam) are real castles in an architectural sense of the word, and still fewer in a historic sense. For merly built as strongholds, perched upon peaks, or squatted in the middle cf marshes, in order to make them im pregnable and to render all approach difficult, the castles gradually gave way to ambitious modern residences. The German emperor's residences are mostly plain country seats or mere shooting-boxes, so that the startling total, 49, loses much of its sensational character when properly scrutinized. Among his various Berlin and Pctsdam palaces the Royal Castle on the Spree is one of the largest city-residence buildings, of a compact mass, in the whole'of Germany. Quite, remarkable for beautiful sur roundings is Bruhl castle, near Cologne, which has not been Inhabited fcr over 100 years. It is a' handsome building, erected in 1728, with a very fine marble staircase and excellent fresco paiBjUngs by Carlloni. Marshal Da voust resided in it several years, and it was afterwards assigned to the fourth cohort of the French Legion of Honor. Napoleon I. dwelt there for a day in September, 1804. For many years it was abandoned to decay, then restored in 1842; but even after this the beautiful palace looked barren and deserted. Like Bruhl, many royal residences are being ignored and neg lected by their owners. One of the favorite resorts of Em peror William and his family seems to be his domain of Cadinen, near Elbing, situated in a most charming I forest landscape. It has become wide ly "known through the emperor's I successful experiment as a manufac- turer and exporter; the handsome majolicas produced at Cadinen and 'publicly sold all over the world are highly valued by connoisseurs. Wil liam II. is also the owner of a steam brick factory and alcohol distillery at the same place, and he attends to the details of his business with the cir cumspection of a trained merchant The Taunus district, between the Rhine and Maine, famous for Its ex cellent wine, healthful mineral waters, I ucauuiui scenery, ana weaiin oi nis- ww....,w.., WANTED TO Small Boy Sent on a Three Weeks' Tramp by Illinois Humorist When 11-year-old William Sanders arrived in St. Louis the other even ing the soles were worn from his shoes and his feet were bloody. He had been on the road three weeks and he nad come a11 the wav from Rockport, Ul. Some mendacious person had told William that the Browns would pay the right kind of a boy $1,000 to be their mascot, and he came over to apply for the Job. It remained for the man in charge of the house of detention to disillusionize him. But the point is, William got here. In our opinion, William has enough grit and pertinacity to get there at any thing he undertakes. He has several things to learn, bnt "Z JSS? ??? i? "iwik, " m CE1&V.I mu iuau uc WttaiS tr travel, and then travel it to the end. He will make up his mind what he wants to be, and then be it The qualities that brought William ' I bbbbbbbW Vkv A P"m WSJuLfAMMIJ )l IBlarVwlS'SKfl'BanaYBBBVjBl I SsflTSw ,s7 mK ttlK Sm YRalittBYffTvSnMSB&nl I KIHHBaMnnBnuK BBsVBsSnnBsU BsssjaPffrBsMBBBHt'J' I BBBBBbsbSh&mr'&vSw 4?iBBBBBBBjSsnaB3SStau2rt JOSfite&BBC &WZE torical reminiscences, is fairly studded with castles and burghs of the most ancient types. The most interesting of the historical memories of this re gion are the traces of the ancient Roman palisaded moat or fortified boundary of the empire, which stretched from the Rhine below Cob Ienz along the summit of the Taunus to the Maine, and was carried on to the Danube. On the southern side this fortified line was backed by several castles, one of which, the Saalburg. survives in part, and, after being re stored to its original appearance, was in 1901 converted into a national museum, one of the most instructive historical memorials of ancient Roman life to be found north of the Alps. Im mediately north of the Taunus resort of Cronberg is Schloss Friedrichshof, built for Empress Frederick in 1E89 1897, the place where she died in 1901. Some of the royal estates have been turned into public institutions, as, for instance, Oranienburg, which has be come a seminary for female teachers, and Nieder-Schoenhausen, which was given over to the public as a park and resort for recreation. Both are in the vicinity of Berlin. Oranienburg was founded in 1651 by the wife of the GreatElector, who also established an orphans' asylum near by. But all the emperor's landed posses sions outside of the capital, bo they proud castles or modest villas, shrink back into the second rank, as far as historical Importance is concerned, when compared with one small, in-significant-i-if not shabby looking cottage situated at half an hour's dis tance, by rail, from Berlin. It was the favorite summer resort of Fted ericktWllliam I., the second king of Prussia (1713-1740), who spent a few months every year at this unattrac tive place, together with his family. Including his eldest son Frederick, whom history afterwards was to adorn with the glorious cognomen The Great The famous Grunewald, a cultivated forest in the immediate neighborhood of Berlin, contains a much-used shoot ing lodge, or "Jagdschloss," which was founded some 400 years ago by Elector Joachim II., and stands to-day nearly in the same shape as in 1550. Popular superstition, which clings to several Hohenzollern castles the "White Lady" of the Berlin palace enjoys In ternational reputation has also caught hold of this innocent sportins abode Joachim had a mistress, Anna Sydow, the wife of a bell-founder, of fascinat ing beauty, popularly called "the fair foundress." The relations between the elector and the scheming, rapa cious woman became so scandalous that Joachim's son, Johann George, immediately after the former's death,' had Anna brought to Spandau and' locked up in the fortress, where she died, after four years' imprisonment. Jn 5 C A. BRATTER. ,.,1,,,,,.., VMMAMMMWMtMVWWWwMWv BE A MASCOT. all the way to St Louis with his bare feet on the ground and bloody are the qualities that .carry men furthest on the road to success a single pur pose with everlasting pluck being be hind it These will not, it Is true, carry a man to the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow; but only a very little judgment is required to select one of the many roads to sub stantial success. The main thing Is to stay with it St Louis Post-Dispatch. Manhattan Island. Manhattan island. is bounded on the north by the Harlem ship canal (be fore its construction by Spuyten Duyvil creek); on the east by the Har lem and the East rivers; on the south by New York upper bay, and on the west by the Hudson river. Its area is 22 square miles. Keep a Brave Heart He bears misery best who hides" It moat Danish Proverb, BIG ENGINES OF Wffi HOW 13-INCH GUNS OF BATTLE .SHIPS ARE HANDLED. Every Member of Crew ttaa Certaiw DutJee e perform VHe k Ae- tlen Firiif Dee wMM AM ef" ftanfje-FI ni. Washington. If a visitor were to go aboard one of our modern war akipe one of the first' things he would ask to see, probably, woela he the big guns. Should the visitor is snort, an aver willing bluejacket woM gratify the visitor's wish. But the visitor is not eeusKstea that he is aa object of much ist to the man-o'-war's men. There are things to be seen that the average civilian never dreama of, and his smsfod glances when these are Belat ed oat to him cause the of the gunner to run up a smile. Suppose you wish to Jet one ef the big guns. Yon ask the nearest gun ner. He doffs his can and aha yon politely to excuse him for a mentent while he obtains permJeatea to show yen Into the turret where the big gun la mounted. This pci aslant en he gets from the officer of the deck. He returns quickly and asks yon to foUoir him. The only entrance to this turret from the mala deck la through a manhole. If yon are partly, -the chances are that you'll net aee the gun after all, for these steal manholes weren't designed for fat pirsans. But. taking it for granted that yon are thin, you finally find yourself In side the armored walla. Tout tarn about expectantly and are fane to face with the death-dealing Implements. There they stand, silent and grim, twin eagiaes of destruction, peaceful enough in repose, but terrible when manned by their human masters. The members of a gun'a crew are numbered and each man must not only know his own duty, bnt also that of the others, as they may be called on at any moment for a change of po sition. N For Instance, No. 1, operating the breech plug of the gun. Is command- Led by the officer In charge, "No. 1 and No. 5 change." No. 1 must know No. 5s duties; and No. 5 those of No. 1. This is done so that If while la ac tion a man is killed or fatally wound- Breech Plug of 13-Inch Gun. ad, another of the crew will be able to take his place. After the 'crew are all at their sta tions and mustered, the magazines and ' shell-rooms are opened. The order: "Stand by," Is given, this being a preparatory command for go ing into action. The next'order comes like the crack of a rifle: "Load!" The instant this command leaves the lips of the turret officer, the in terior of the handling-room resembles the climax of a football game,- and to a novice perhaps would appear like confusion. But it is far from it Every man has a certain thing to do, and he does it v- - Before you can realize It, COO pounds of powder and a ton of steel have shot upward to the guns, ready to re ceive it The trays containing the shells and powder come up to the breech of the gun. An electric ram mer drives the projectile home, re coils, and in the same manner forces the powder In. The powder charge for a 13-lnch gun Is incased in four linen bags, the ast bag that goes into the gun contain ing the ignition charge, which is in Its base. The main charge, however, consists of brown prismatic powder, which has the appearance of stick candy, as it bas small holes running through it and about an inch in length. The black, or common powder, is used fcr an ig nition charge, because it ignites quick er than any other. If firing begins at 5,000 yards, the officer at the range-finder calls out: "Five thousand yards is the range. Be gin firing." If it were possible for a visitor to be inside the turret when one or both guns are fired he would be more sur prised than ever, for the concussion" is something fearful. The men use cot ton in their ears to protect the drum from injury. A most beautiful sight is the clear and distinct flight of a 13-inch shell. As the gun is elevated more or less., the shell describes nearly a half cir cle, finally plunging through the tar get and throwing a volume of water upward a hundred feet At last by bursting into small pieces it dis appears. It is claimed by experts that 8-Inch. 10-inch and 12-inch guns are more e fective, but the 13-inch are still mount ed. The Indiana carried 13-lnch guns and used them with good effect at Santiago. The Illinois, one of our com faratively new ships, also is fitted with a 13-inch main battery. Necessary. ""Your daughter always has an an swer ready," said the visitor. "Yes," replied the'mother. "She has has to have. You know she's a wait ress In a summer, resort hotel."- De troit Free Press. A Litsrary Paradox. "That fake correspondent la a hu man contradiction in terms when he composes his dispatches." -How so?" "Because he always doea when he does write." fe I ... '5V-v I'Sn ?pJj-4-v- .. v.ye-g '..-.V. V 'RJJ i. f..-g'S.liA-aly.is-.-yj---, -yj uft ft . -2 f.fX. -